#there's still four more i want to do and they take me a while so it might be a bit before i get to them

[jayparked]

miscommunication - heeseung's version

PAIRING: best friend heeseung x female reader WORD COUNT: 2.1k GENRE: crack, smut ; mdni AU: best friends to lovers(finally) WARNINGS: unprotected sex, dirty talk, strong language, nipple play, creampie SNAIL TRAIL: i decided to go about this different than how i originally planned so here is all of heeseung's texts AND his written part! thank you to @sungbeams and @dazzlingjaeyun for looking over this and thank you to all my tickets in the jayparked's garage discord server💛 to get updates and previews on my work before they get posted, join here(18+)

♡ ot7 texts part one ; part two ; part three ; part four ; part five ; part six ; part seven; part eight ♡ ♡ heeseung ; jay ; jake ; sunghoon ; sunoo ; jungwon ; riki ♡

You hear a rapid thundering of feet coming up the stairs towards your bedroom, but the sound stops right at the top. It’s hard not to laugh to yourself when you hear a soft knock on your door, picturing Heeseung collecting himself to not appear as eager as he probably is.

You sit up on your bed, still completely naked, and walk towards the door. It’s hard not to feel nervous, self doubt running rampant throughout your mind. You and Heeseung have been friends for such a long time, but you’ve been denying your feelings for him for just as long. It was hard to deny your crush for so long, but what kept you strong was the thought that someone like Lee Heeseung could never like someone average like you. So you were comfortable with just being his friend, doing everything you could to shove those feelings deep down. Years went by and the two of you became closer than ever. So close, in fact, that he was your emergency contact at work. And then you sent that stupid text that changed everything.

You thought he was just joking around at first, making fun of you even. But as more typos arose (some mistakes and some intentional), it was hard to convince yourself that he was merely messing around.

The doorknob is cold against your palm when you turn it.

You brace yourself to greet your friend, but before you can fully open your mouth, Heeseung’s large hands are cupping your face, his quivering lips inches from yours.

“Please tell me you meant it,” he whispers, thumbs brushing against your cheeks lightly, “please tell me you’re sure.”

Mouth dropping open slightly, the words don’t seem to want to come out. Seeing Heeseung’s hooded gaze and feeling the warmth of his hands against your skin is overwhelming. You used to dream of this, used to spend countless hours during the days and nights wondering what it would be like to be in a moment with him such as this.

Even though you’re naked in front of him, Heeseung’s eyes never leave yours and that small detail has your entire body feeling warm, a sense of comfort blooming in your chest. It’s enough for your voice to finally come back to you.

“Yes-” You don’t even get a chance to say ‘please’ like you were planning. Heeseung’s lips are against yours in a deep, passionate kiss. It’s slow and deliberate at first, the two of you finally exploring one another. Heeseung is savoring the feeling, getting lost in the way you sigh against his mouth. One of his hands pushes back into your hair, tugging slightly while the other moves down to your waist, pulling you closer. 

Despite the urgency between you two, Heeseung’s touch remains gentle, cherishing how it feels to have your bare skin in his grasp. With a groan, Heeseung pulls away from you and finally allows his eyes to wander over your body. 

“Wow,” he exhales, taking one of your hands and holding it above your head and spinning you around. Your eyes widen, suddenly feeling very aware of how clothed he is versus yourself. Plus, you’ve never had someone spin you around to gawk at you like this before. You feel the heat rise to your face so you quickly fold into yourself, covering your embarrassment with your hands. 

“Hey,” Heeseung places his hand under your chin to lift your gaze back on him, “there’s no need to be shy. You look amazing — even better than I ever imagined. You’re so beautiful.” He leans forward and leaves a soft trail of kisses from your jawline to your nose, pulling you closer to him again. The scent of his citrusy cologne makes you sigh, gripping his shirt sleeves as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Heeseung continues to kiss your skin, now on your shoulders and it feels so good. Your mind can’t process anything else other than how hot his lips feel against your body and how every cell within you seems to be dancing. This must be what TV static feels like and oh, is it addicting. Yet, at the same time, it feels like you’re starting to drown.

“Heeseung,” you moan, pushing him away gently to catch your breath. His eyes are hooded and dark with lust, his fingers still gripping your waist desperately. He nods his head at you, urging you to continue your sentence. But his eye contact is so intense you lose your thoughts completely. So, instead of attempting to fumble over some improved words, you grab the front of his shirt and pull him with you back towards your bed.

Heeseung chuckles lowly under his breath, letting you lead him as you please. He bites his bottom lip and just when the back of your legs are about to hit your bed, Heeseung hoists you up and throws you onto the bed, a soft gasp leaving your lips. Before your body can even settle into your comforter, Heeseung is leaning over you with one knee in between your legs.

“Did you ever say if you prepped yourself or not?” Heeseung licks his lips again, his gaze roaming over your body. You shake your head no, making Heeseung tsk. “And I was so ready to just eat you up. I guess I’ll play with you for a bit.”

You hiss as you feel Heeseung’s fingers slip between your folds, gathering your slick in a circular motion before inserting a digit into your hole. His mouth falls open in pleasurable surprise as you open your own to moan, arching your back as he pistons his finger in and out of you. “Oh, look at you, wow.” Heeseung takes his free hand and places it onto one of your knees to spread your legs further apart, cooing at you in awe at the sounds your body is making in response to his touch. 

You’re grasping onto Heeseung’s biceps for dear life, not yet completely taken over by bliss. Because at this moment you’re really irritated that he’s still fully clothed. 

Seeing your furrowed brows and pout, Heeseung frowns and slows his movement. “Am I not doing this right?”

Panicking, you reach up and cusp his face, “No, no! I just-”

“You just what?”

“You’re not naked.”

A devilish smirk blooms on Heeseung’s face as he stops his movements completely, sitting upright. He massages his hands against your knees and although he appears confident and in control, you don’t miss the blush freckling his cheeks. 

“You want me naked?” He moves his hands to grasp the end of his shirt, looking like he’s about to take it off but holds his stance instead. One eyebrow raises up at you, waiting for your response before moving forward.

“Yes,” you huff, “please.”

“Saying please,” Heeseung continues his smirk, shaking his head to get his hair out of his eyes, “you’re already so good to me.” In one fluid motion Heeseung removes his shirt and tosses it to the side, moving quickly to unbutton his pants. If it were any other moment, Heeseung would have probably teased you more, taking his time to remove his pants and maybe just leave his pants on and unbuttoned while he plays with your pussy some more. But he can’t deny it, his patience is thin and he’s been waiting for this moment for far too long to put it off any longer.

A slight gasp leaves your lips as Heeseung pushes his pants and boxers down his legs, his cock springing out. He’s already painfully hard, a bead of precum visible on his tip. Kicking his pants to the side, Heeseung palms at himself, moving back to his spot between your legs. “This what you want?” Heeseung grunts with satisfaction at your nodding head, mouth open and eyes wide as you shamelessly stare at his body.

Your heart is racing unbelievably fast and you can’t help but feel like this might be some twistedly realistic dream your brain has concocted. But when you feel the tip of Heeseung cock slide up and down your folds, bumping against your clit before he pushes his length inside you, you know that there’s no way your brain could come up with a feeling quite like this on its own. 

You sigh when Heeseung bottoms out, his own breathing haggard. Taking a moment, Heeseung adjusts your legs so that they’re hooked around his waist, kissing one of your knees briefly as he sets it in place.

“God,” he hisses, “you’re so tight. You needed this? Needed to be fucked by me?” He starts to move his hips, slightly pulling himself out before slamming back in. All you can muster is a weak whimper, but Heeseung isn’t happy with that.

“Use your words, let me hear your pretty voice.” Heeseung flicks a thumb over your nipple before grasping your tits in his hands, squeezing as he pounds into you. The dual stimulation has your eyes rolling back; how can he expect you to make complete sentences when it feels like your body is levitating in pleasure?

Still, you try.

“Y-ye-yes! Ne-eeded you so baaaad.” You moan loudly when he adjusts his hips slightly, rolling your nipple between two fingers as he quickens his pace. He moans with you, eyes focused on the way your mouth falls open with his name spilling past your lips in a fervent cry.

“You must have thought it was so funny to mess with me for so long, huh? Thought it was funny to get me all riled up? You like messing with my head? Fuck, keep clenching me like that it feels so good when you do that.” Heeseung is rambling, speaking unbelievably fast the more he thrusts into you. The knot in your stomach tightens and you can feel the brink of your orgasm about to snap. 

Heeseung is still muttering about all the typos you’ve sent him and what it did to him, but all you can focus on is the way his hips start to stutter, his pace faltering, so you interrupt him with one last request.

“Come inside me,” you gasp out quickly.

“W-what?” Heeseung’s thrusts stutter, his brain dizzy with your words. 

“I’m about to come, please come inside me.” Your head falls back, it’s getting more difficult to hang onto your sanity when your body desperately wants to release.

“Fuck. You can’t say shit like that, Y/n.” Heeseung flicks at your nipples again, his thrusts gaining new momentum as he chases his high. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Heeseung moans out with one final hard thrust, spilling into you just as your orgasm hits.

A few more languid pumps is all Heeseung can muster before pulling out of you, moving his body down so he can watch his seed spill from your hole. You can feel his heavy breath against your skin, making your shudders feel more violent as you come down from your high. 

Chuckling, Heeseung spreads your legs wider, watching his cum spill down onto the bedding. “Wow. That was a lot.” He looks up at you finally and sees the way your chest is still heaving as you try to catch your breath. Quickly moving back up the bed, Heeseung turns your body so your back is flushed against his chest, pulling you closer to him in a tight embrace. Gentle kisses flutter across your skin as Heeseung murmurs soft praises to you, holding you close enough that you can feel his heartbeat against your back. 

“You’re mine now,” Heeseung grumbles into your neck, nuzzling against your hair and letting out a soft sigh of relief. 

Smacking his arm lightly without turning to look at him, you giggle at him, “You can’t say stuff like that!”

“But you are,” Heeseung pouts, his grip on you tightening, “‘m not letting you go now.”

Turning to face him, you can’t help but smile at his sleepy face, nudging your nose against his. “I guess I can be okay with that.”

With his eyes closed, Heeseung kisses your forehead, rubbing his hand lazily up and down your back. “Good. Cause I’ve wanted this for a while now.”

You smile to yourself, placing a hand against Heeseung’s warm cheek. You watch as he drifts to sleep, his eyelashes fluttering slightly with each exhale. A part of you wants to wake him up and finally tell him just how much you’ve been wanting this too. But, for now, you’ll savor this moment being in his arms, thankful for every stupid text you accidentally sent him.

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[smutoperator]

Private Performance

Shen Xiaoting x Male Reader

Tags: (a bit of) anal, (lots of) blowjobs, creampies, (lots of) cum, facial, fan vs. idol, floor sex, grinding, lap dancing, leather, (lots of) riding, spooning, teasing, tying up, whip

Word count: 4345

You had travelled a lot to watch Kep1er perform. As the songs kept going, the concert finally reached the unit performances. You watched as your bias, Xiaoting, entered the stage alongside Yujin and Hiyyih, all three of them wearing beautiful black leather outfits.

The song started playing, and the heat of the performance only picked up, with Xiaoting as the clear standout as they performed the classic sexy hit "Hush." "Kiss, kiss, kiss, baby, hush, hush, hush, baby," the song blasted as you watched Xiaoting make incredibly sexy moves over the course of the performance.

The show kept going, but the only thing you had in mind after that performance was Xiaoting in that black leather outfit. You would never be able to forget it and were ready to exit the fan concert before a pair of guards told you the news.

"Xiaoting wants to see you," they said. What could it be? The concert was already over. Your heart started racing, as you still couldn't believe you would be able to meet your favorite idol in person.

You opened the door of Xiaoting's dressing room, her greeting you in the same outfit she was wearing at the "Hush" performance. "I heard you really like our unit performance. Do you want a private performance all to yourself?" she asked you. "Of course," you answered, still starstruck by seeing the Chinese goddess you loved so much this close to you.

Xiaoting turned the speakers on and started performing. You could tell from the get-go it was a way sexier performance than the one she did on stage, Xiaoting truly adding an extra spice, starting with the floor choreo, then moving her butt in a very fast way as she got up before going back on the floor with a sexy leg spread, accentuating the short moment she stayed on all fours, ending with very seductive moves, especially inviting you with her hands while sexily moving her body, especially her beautiful butt that could barely contain itself inside the leather outfit.

"Did you like my performance, baby?" Xiaoting asked you. "Of course I did; you're my favorite idol," you told her, still not believing what your eyes had just witnessed. "That was just the warm-up, baby," she answered you.

Xiaoting made a sign and pointed you towards a chair in the room, telling you to sit. "Sit there, baby," she said. Xiaoting went to the other room, grabbing a whip and hitting it against the floor as an intimidating tactic while quickly telling you about her intentions.

"Tonight, you're all mine, baby," Xiaoting said to you as she started sitting on your lap. The friction of her leather outfit against your crotch quickly made you get hard, Xiaoting noticing it instantly and smiling, but keep moving as if nothing had happened. Her ass was so beautiful and firm and moved so smoothly on your lap.

"Touch me, baby," she told you, who obliged and stretched your hands to grab her slim waist. "You can touch other parts too, like here," she said, grabbing your hands and moving them towards her top. "Don't be shy, baby, grab them; show me how much you want me," she continued.

As you grabbed Xiaoting's clothed boobs, she kept adding more and more heat. "Want to touch my ass too, baby? This outfit is too small for me; it feels like it's going to burst at any second," she said. You hesitate, but quickly your instincts take over as you run your hands over your favorite idol's sexy butt, still thinking this might just be an illusion.

Xiaoting tied you from behind in the chair, got more aggressive with her moves, wrapped the whip around your neck, gave you a kiss, and then whispered in your ear, "This will be your best night ever, baby."

Xiaoting continued to dance on your lap, opening her legs and showing her flexibility. Each move she made got your cock harder and harder, her now making short, fast moves with her butt to feel your clothed bulge rubbing against her leather pants. She smiled, giving you a peek of her tits before pulling them back into her top.

"Wanna touch them, baby?" Xiaoting asks, popping her little tits out one more time and letting you run your hands over her bare boobs. "You seem really hungry for them, baby," she told you. "But you'll have to wait a little bit more," she continued just as you give her boobs a kiss.

You gave Xiaoting's ass a little tap as you whipped your thigh in response. "Slow down, baby, I control the pace," she told you. Sensing your cock already throbbing, Xiaoting grinded her butt in your crotch one more time, enjoying the amazing sensation in her ass. "Ohhh baby, I can already feel it itching for me," she whispered in your ear as she started simulating riding your cock.

"You want me to do this later?" Xiaoting asked you, bending over and putting her ass in your face for you to see. "What do you think of it, baby?" she then asked. You just couldn't answer, baffled by what was happening, just mesmerized by how beautiful she was and by how good she smelled.

You kissed Xiaoting's buttcheeks and gave them a little spank as she shook her ass in front of you. "That's a great performance, isn't it, baby?" she ask you, giving you a kiss and then spreading her legs in a full split on your lap, grinding on it again. "Let's get you fully ready," she then whispered in your ear.

"Now the real fun begins," Xiaoting says as she unzips your pants. Soon, she goes back to grinding, the leather of her pants making your cock throb hard as she moves her body up and down your shaft. You grab your cock and slap it against her butt, making her giggle as you spank her ass. "Wow, that's really big, such a huge cock," she says, pinning her body against your throbbing shaft.

Xiaoting gets on her knees, pulling your pants further down, taking her gloves off and licking her chops as she prepares to suck your cock. "Oh my God, I love this perfect cock; it's so good in my mouth," she moans, licking the tip of it and enjoying your uncut cock, giving you a deepthroat that already pushes you to the edge.

"Ahhhh," you moan as Xiaoting aggressively deepthroats your shaft. "It feels so good," you tell her as Xiaoting unbuttons your shirt, kissing your torso before going back for more cocksucking, showing you her signature deepthroat before taking care of your tip a few times and going back up to kiss you with her cock-filled mouth.

"Oh fuck," you groan as Xiaoting shows you why she's such a master of the art of sucking cock. Her blowjob is very slow-paced but it hits at the right spots. "God, that's so good," you tell her as Xiaoting continues to move her mouth in your shaft and then softly strokes your uncut cock.

Xiaoting takes your shoes off and removes your pants, increasing the pace of the blowjob. "Fuck," is all you can say as she keeps deepthroating your shaft with ease, almost as if she's taking a walk in the park. "Ohhh," you moan again, her sexy mouth bringing you to total submission. She keeps making moves, licking the side of your shaft and sliding into your balls. "This cock tastes so good," she tells you.

"Oh my God," you keep groaning as Xiaoting puts her ass up while sucking your cock, giving you a perfect view of her beautiful butt in those leather pants. She massages your balls in her mouth before another hard head-bobbing and deepthroating, continuing as she edges you with her hands. "So big," she whispers in your ear.

"Fuck, you're going to make me..." you say to her. "Cum?" Xiaoting asks. "That would be a pleasure," she says, stroking your cock hard until you burst in her mouth. "That's amazing; that cum tastes so good," she tells you, licking her chops and swallowing it like a pro. "I'm gonna need more of it tonight," she says.

Xiaoting sits back on your lap, grinding on your cock just enough to get you hard again. She pulls her pants down, showing you her beautiful bare ass, your face in awe as you stare at it like you just got hypnotized. She licks her chops and guides your hard pole to her pussy, moaning as she gets down on it.

"Ohhhh," you moan as Xiaoting gives slow bounces at first, quickly picking up the speed. "Yes, yes, yes," she softly moans as she goes up and down your shaft in an outstanding squatting reverse cowgirl, not wasting any move. "Oh yes, you ride it so well, wow, baby," you tell her.

"If you're already like this just with just my warm-up, wait until I use your cock to the fullest," Xiaoting says as she turns around and whispers in your ear, kissing you as she pulls your cock out and strokes it a bit before putting it in her pussy again. "Oh shit, just like that," you tell her as she gives you a very slow but extremely sexy ride.

"Ahhhh," you moan as Xiaoting works her magic on your cock, tasting her pussy with a hot deepthroat that drives you to the edge. "Holy fuck," you groan. "Keep going, just like that," you say as she gets your cock wetter, bouncing faster this time, with rapid squats that push you to the edge. "Ahhh, yes," you continue to moan as Xiaoting continues to squat on your cock and squeeze it with her tight pussy.

"Your cock is fucking amazing, hell yes," Xiaoting says as she keeps moving on it and driving you crazy. "You've been such a good boy, you know; I think I should give you a reward," she tells you, tilting in your direction for a few more hard squats. She then spreads her legs, giving you a sexy acrobatic blowjob with her ass pointed right into your face, her asshole winking while she dives her beautiful doll-face on your hard shaft and impales herself full of it.

Xiaoting keeps moving her face on your hard cock, licking your shaft like crazy and shaking her ass in your face. She then goes back to sit on your cock, spreading her legs as she performs a full split on your dick, moaning much louder this time. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she says as she bounces with her legs in a 180-degree motion, her little tits jiggling as she impales herself full of cock.

"OH MY GOD, YOUR COCK, IT'S SO BIG, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," Xiaoting moans as she can't seem to stop bouncing hard on it, her cheeks hitting hard against your hips despite her legs being fully spread, her sexily grinding all over your cock. "OH YEAH, I LOVE THIS COCK, BABY," she tells you as she rotates all over it.

"Baby, I'm going to cum again," you tell Xiaoting. "Oh yes, please, fill my pussy up," Xiaoting begs, her words being just enough for you to fill it with your seeds. "You seem really hungry, baby, and you already came twice for me," Xiaoting said. "But don't think you're done yet," she continues.

Xiaoting unties you from the chair; you are still trying to recover from cumming in her. "Stand up," she says, sucking your cock and cleaning you off. You grab her head, pushing it against your shaft as you try to take control, Xiaoting barely flinching as you fill her face full of your cock.

"Are you ready to fuck me from behind, baby?" Xiaoting asks as she bends her ass against the chair. You take her pussy from behind, moving her hips against your cock before you slowly start thrusting into it. "Yes, baby, that's what I want, ahhhh," she says, softly moaning.

"Fuck yes, I love this big cock deep in my pussy," Xiaoting tells you, who tries to increase the pace while holding yourself from cumming again in her perfect pussy. "Yes, baby, take me, just like that, so good," she says as you grab her waist, Xiaoting spreading her beautiful ass to ease the pressure.

"I'm gonna cum all over this dick tonight," Xiaoting says, giggling as her walls squeeze your cock, making you briefly pull out to resist. "You like that tight little pussy?" Xiaoting asks you as she gives you a big smile. "Fuck yes I do," you promptly answer her.

"Then keep fucking that pussy, baby," Xiaoting commands to you. "Oh god, every fucking stroke is so good inside me," she says, panting as her tight pussy squeezes you to the fullest. "Oh fuck yeah," you tell Xiaoting, her moans getting louder as your cock gets deeper. You spank her ass. "YES, BABY, SPANK THAT BEAUTIFUL BUTT," she tells you.

You grab Xiaoting's ass for a better grip as you pump harder into her pussy. "OH FUCK, YES, YES," she says, your cock hitting all the way into her cervix and making her beautiful legs quiver. She closes her eyes, making crazy facial expressions as your cock shapes her inner walls. "OH MY GOD," she moans.

"Lie down," Xiaoting tells you as you quickly oblige, going down to the floor as she tastes her juices from your cock, deepthroating you while burying her beautiful ass in your face. "Fuck yes, ahhhhh, shit," you moan as she deepthroats you one more time before getting ready to climb on your pole once again. You grab your shaft, slapping it against her entrance and teasing her before putting it back in her pussy.

You slowly pump upwards into Xiaoting's pussy, your balls smacking right against her ass as she moans. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, BABY," she tells you as you relentlessly attack her pussy. "AHHHHHHHH," she lets out a prolonged screaming moan, your cock pushing hard upwards and making her cheeks clap as you fully open your legs on the floor and grope her tits, tilting Xiaoting's body in your direction.

"GIVE ME THAT AMAZING COCK, PLEASE," Xiaoting begs as your hard pounding continues; she screams loudly every time you hit her cervix, placing her finger in her asshole to deal with the heat you bring to her pussy. "OH YEAHHHH," she screams as you wrap your arms around her and pump against her pussy. Xiaoting tries to react and regain control over the ride, but you're so horny now she stands no chance.

"I NEED ALL OF THIS FUCKING COCK," Xiaoting begs you as the pounding continues. Her asshole winks as her cunt gets drilled hard, you grabbing her tits and sucking them with full force while your balls smack against her beautiful cheeks. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, OH MY GOD, DAMN," she moans as you keep bombing her pussy like crazy.

"Turn around," you tell Xiaoting, switching her to a reverse position and pumping her pussy as soon as she gets back to sit on your cock. "Spread that ass," you tell her, spanking it as you fuck her pussy. "YES, BABY, FUCK THAT FUCKING PUSSY," she begs you.

Xiaoting spreads her legs and descends down on your cock in a reverse cowgirl position. "OH FUCK, YEAH, YEAH," she moans as she bounces on it, grabbing her little tits. You tease her, slapping the entrance of her pussy. "OH YEAH, RIGHT THERE, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," Xiaoting moans, bouncing on your cock one more time as you grab her ass. "OH MY GOD, YOUR COCK, IT'S SO BIG," she says as she enjoys every second of it.

You grope Xiaoting's boobs as she bounces on your cock, rolling her eyes as her beautiful ass hits your crotch. "FUCKKKK," she screams as you regain control, pumping her pussy hard and making her spread her legs while she deals with the heat in the depths of her hole.

"Fuck," Xiaoting reacts as you are ready to exert full domination over her, grabbing her legs and placing her under a full nelson while pumping her pussy harder than ever. "FUCK YEAHHHHH," Xiaoting screams as you turn her into a fuckdoll. "OH FUCKKKK, FUCK, FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP," she begs you as you completely immobilize her.

As you free Xiaoting from your grasp, she moves in the direction of the chair, holding herself on top of it as she lifts her leg for your cock to enter her pussy. You grab her leg and continue to pump her in a standing position, her looking in your eyes and sexily moaning. "FUCK YES, BABY," she says as your balls hit her clit and she tries to keep her balance against your hard thrusts.

"Yes, baby, fuck that pussy," Xiaoting begs you as she grabs your neck. "Holy shit, you're still tight," you tell her, lifting her leg a little higher as you try to get deeper, making her body jiggle as you attack her pussy. "FUCK, BABY," she says as she starts rubbing her pussy.

"Yes, rub that pussy," you command to Xiaoting as her walls squeeze your cock once again. You grab her waist, using all your might to pump her. She gets back on her feet and then starts stroking your cock. "So sexy," she says to you as she kisses you.

"Are you ready to cum for me again?" Xiaoting says as she gets back on the floor, spreading her legs as you enter back inside her pussy in a spooning position. "Oh baby," she says as she rubs her pussy.

"Oh my god, oh my god, take that cock all the way deep in me, fuck," Xiaoting begs as your balls make loud noises against her cheeks, she still rubbing her pussy. She arches her body, showing you her ass. "So good, keep going, baby; fuck yes," she moans, grabbing your balls as you thrust against her cunt.

"OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK," Xiaoting says as you attack her pussy, grabbing her head as your cock hits deep in her cervix. "YES, YES, YES, BABY, FUCK," she keeps repeating as you pick up the pace. "Ohhh damn, I think I'm gonna cum again," you tell Xiaoting, avoiding a close call by slapping her entrance. "Then cum, baby, fill that pussy one more time, please," Xiaoting says, rubbing her clit faster to drain you.

"Fuck baby, I need more of your cum filling my pussy; it makes me feel so good," Xiaoting says as you continue to fuck her in that same spooning position, kissing her while you conquer her pussy one more time. "Ahhhh, baby, I'm going to fucking cum," you announce to her as you move even faster inside her pussy, rubbing her clit until you blow your third load of the day.

"Get this cock back hard for me; I still have one more reward for you," Xiaoting says as she licks the cum that oozed out of her pussy into the floor. She grabs her whip, slapping it against the floor. "Jerk that cock off, baby boy, or you won't get that reward, I want it throbbing for my ass," she tells you.

You sit on the chair as Xiaoting teases you, kissing you as you keep stroking your cock while she aggressively hits the whip on the floor. "Keep going, baby, my ass wants your cock at full strength," she says, teasing you as she shakes her butt in front of your face and sits on the side of your lap.

"You're almost there, baby, but maybe you need some extra help," Xiaoting says as she grabs your cock and deepthroats it again. "Ahhhh," you moan as her warm mouth engulfs your shaft, Xiaoting feeling very hungry. "I think you're finally ready," she says.

Xiaoting sits her ass on your cock. "Fuck, it's even tighter," you tell her as she starts to bounce hard. "Give me all that cock in my ass," she tells you as you're already rolling your eyes. "Does it feel good, baby?" she asks you. "Yes, it feels amazing; you've got such a great ass," you tell Xiaoting.

"Want to have more of it?" Xiaoting asks as she moves to the other side, squatting her perfect butt on your cock. "Oh fuck," she says as you pump upwards, trying to deal with her rides. "Keep jerking that cock off; this was just a tease," she tells you before spreading her legs and descending her ass in one go on your cock.

"Fuck yes, holy shit," you tell Xiaoting as your cock reaches the depths of her asshole. "Seems like you're really enjoying my tight ass, baby," she tells you. "Hell yes, it's amazing," you answer her.

Xiaoting finally goes all in, bouncing on your cock in a perfect cowgirl position as you wrap your arms around her. "You feel so good in my ass, baby," she tells you, slowly picking up the pace. You spank her butt, only making her move faster. "Damn, this is the best sex I've ever had," you tell her.

"AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH, FUCK, FUCK," Xiaoting moans as your cock anally impales her. She pauses a bit, giving you her signature deepthroat to taste her ass. "Oh shit," you groan. Xiaoting spreads her ass and then rides you side-saddle. "You like the way I tease you?" she asks you.

"Put it back in my ass; let me ride it one more time," Xiaoting says. "Stay right there," you tell her, pumping upwards. "That's what I want to see," she tells you. "Take that ass," she continues. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's how I want to see," she continues.

"Fuck," you groan as Xiaoting's teasing makes you cum in her ass. "Oh baby, just a tease, and you already came all over my ass," Xiaoting says. "Are you really that hungry and horny for me?" she asks. "Yes, baby, I can't resist; you're like a goddess," you tell her.

"Well, a goddess that likes to be fucked in the ass, that's what I am," Xiaoting says as she gets on the floor. "Let's go, baby, give me more. I know you can cum one more time for me," she says.

You take Xiaoting's cum-filled ass on the floor in a spooning position, spitting on your cock and quickly getting it hard for your anal-loving goddess. Xiaoting opens her legs as you massage her asshole. "Bet my cum feels good in it, ahh," she tells you.

"Oh my God, oh my god, take control of that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah," she moans as you pound it hard, pushing one hand inside her pussy as you fuck her in the ass. "OH YEAH, OH YEAH, OH YEAH," she moans.

"OHHH FUCKKK, FUCK MY ASSHOLE," Xiaoting begs as you show no restraint, attacking her ass at full speed. "OH GOD, YES, YES, YES," she loudly moans against the floor. You give her a little break, kissing her and spitting in her mouth before going back to fully drilling her butt. "God, it's so perfect," you tell her.

You put Xiaoting's legs over head head, twisting her like a pretzel as you destroy her tight butthole. "OH YEAHHHHH," she loudly moans as your cheek-capping thrusts only get more and more intense. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FUCK, THAT COCK IS SO BIG IN MY ASS," Xiaoting says.

"Big huge cock, big huge cock, all over my ass, FUCKKk," Xiaoting screams, her tits jiggling hard. "YES, BABY, USE THAT ASS," she begs you. "You've got such a fucking good ass," you tell her as you just can't seem to stop pumping.

"PULL MY HAIR, PULL MY FUCKING HAIR," Xiaoting begs as you grab it while destroying her ass. "OH GOD, AHHHHH," she turns into a screaming machine, you fucking her ass like an animal. "Suck my dick, baby, taste your ass," you tell her, Xiaoting rushing and giving quick and sloppy pops to your shaft with her mouth.

"Open your fucking mouth," you tell Xiaoting as you fuck her face and slap her tits. "Now get on all fours," you tell her, Xiaoting promptly obliging as you take her from behind like a raging bull. "AHHHH BABY, DON'T STOP, YEAH, FUCK THAT ASS," Xiaoting begs.

"OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD," Xiaoting moans as your hard thrusts make her lose her breath, the once indestructible beauty turned into your toy. "YES, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE THAT COCK DEEP IN MY ASS," she screams. You spit in her gape and rail her hard from behind, grabbing her hair and whispering dirty words in her ear while slapping her tits.

"Take that cock, you fucking slut," you tell Xiaoting, tying her arms behind her back while you spank her butt. "AHHHH," she screams as your hands hit her cheeks hard and you completely dominate her, flipping the script for good. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, TAKE MY FUCKING ASS," she keeps begging.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK BABY, HUSH HUSH HUSH BABY, FUCK ME AND HOLD ME TIGHT," Xiaoting starts to scream an adapted version of the song she was once performing on stage. "GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME OH, CUM TO ME, CUM TO ME OH, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME OH," she continues.

"Come here, baby, cum all over my pretty face," Xiaoting commands as you unleash your fifth and final load of the night right in her doll face. The Chinese beauty has milked you dry; you were just unable to resist her charm and sex appeal as she drained your balls so much you can barely feel your cock at this point. "That was a good night, but I have to go," Xiaoting says as she dresses herself up. You head back home, waking up the next morning as your girlfriend comes to see you, with you giving her a suggestion.

"Baby, can you please tie me to a chair, sit on my lap, and grind on me?

[cod-indulgences]

I had abdominal surgery a wee while ago and I was thinking of the 141 crowding over the nurses and just babying me,don't gotta lift a finger, oh your water needs filling up lemme do that, oh you need to pee lemme help you to the bathroom so the male nurse doesn't see what's THEIRS and ehen you're back home on base/at the flat they're at your beck and call. Gaz buys a bell you can shake foe help as a joke but as soon as the first bell rings you have 4 massive men filing in at attention.

You know price only trusts either him or gaz with bandage changing since they're more gentle handed as to not rip hair, but soap and simon are peering over shoulders saying it either needs to breathe or needs antiseptic etc etc

Im still on bed rest whilst on heavy opioids for pain so yeah! I'd love me a little feel good comfort if you're able to?

TF141 x !reader, comfort, non graphic medical injury and healing

Hope you're healing up ok anon!

If you didn't hurt so goddamn much you'd feel bad for the nurses. Simon is in full The Ghost mode, glaring from a corner with the skull plate gleaming in the harsh lights, every inch holding violence. It's a miracle he's not in the full tac gear. Two of your nurses are veterans of their craft and don't flinch, and they get his very grudging approval. The one who flutters her hands and asks you in a stage whisper if you're safe (which....great idea, asking someone that when the perceived abuser is right fucking there...) gets booted out the door and you don't see her again.

Funnily enough, he doesn't care about male nurses as much as Kyle and Johnny do, both of them bristling like guard dogs when it's time to check your catheter, move your legs to avoid swelling, test the incisions over your abdomen. You want to swat them for it, but again, you hurt too damn much. Screw this place and their ideas of "morphine doses" and "let's not cause organ failure".

John is the best of them all, at least while you're in the hospital- he makes sure you have support under your back, talks to the doctors and nurses and takes notes, learns when you need physical comfort and when you are so touched out he needs to get the boys out of your hair for a while.

It feels like forever to leave the hospital, even though you know you got out relatively quickly, no complications- and oh, being home is such a relief. Your own familiar walls and floors, a bed you sink comfortably into, and of course four sweet men doing their best to smother you in love.

The bell is just a joke, but the first time you wake up needing to pee and your phone slid out of reach it ends up being perfect- you clang it and Kyle pops his head in, grinning. "Yes, Princess?" He asks, and helps you stand up and shuffle to the toilet.

John does bandage changing, Simon peering over his shoulder and backseat-driving, and you let Johnny carry you to the couch, kissing him as he settles you into a nest of pillows. You get a kiss from everyone else of course, gentle presses of their lips that settle you better than anything.

Simon hesitates, and then shuffles you around, climbing onto the couch behind you to cradle you in his lap. You hiss a little as your stitches pull, and he murmurs a quiet apology. It's alright, his body heat soothes sore muscles, and you let yourself be cradled and cuddled into a nap.

The bell keeps being useful, you can ring it and within moments any or all of them are coming to you, helping you with everything from wound care to fixing a blanket over your lap. You start making a little game of it, asking for Kyle to scratch your nose, or Johnny to rub your feet, but each time they do it so immediately and sincerely that it just swings around to heartwarming.

You're not sure what the hell you did to deserve this, these big-hearted men giving you kisses and care with every gesture, but you'll take every minute of it.

[revelboo]

Please please pleaseeeee spare my soul with another tarn, tarantulas or tfp starscream 😭🛐🛐🛐✨✨✨✨

Sure!

Disappear Pt 10

Tarantulas x Reader

• Whispering to each other, tangled in each other, you’re not sure how long you stay that way. Not wanting to end this moment yet, to lose this strange sense of understanding and intimacy. Reaching up, you timidly hook a finger against one of his mandibles. Still scary looking. Still a giant, alien spider, but you’re getting used to him, how he looks. Can feel him venting against you as you shift, a thigh sliding against his. He’d wanted to go home with you. Pretend to be human with you and you’re not sure what to make of that. Of just keeping him, playing house with his avatar while his real body is hidden away. You could pretend he was human, but you don’t really want that. Don’t want him to have to pretend and deny who he really is for you.

• Carefully brushing your hair away from your face with a servo, he lets his knuckle linger against your cheek. Sliding two of his extra legs against you, hooking them to roll you tighter to him until you’re flush against him as his biolights pulse for you. Waiting to see if you’ll push him away, but you don’t. You take a shuddering little breath, little finger curled against one of his mandibles. So close to him that he can feel the warmth of you, the beat of your heart. “What are we doing?” You ask, voice barely more than a whisper.

• “I don’t want to be alone anymore,” he murmurs, helm brushing your temple, his mandibles flexing against your cheek. Feel his clawed servos tangling in the hair at your nape to cup the back of your head, his visor brightening slightly. “If you don’t want my avatar,” he begins and there’s a question in his voice, the words so achingly vulnerable. And he just leaves the rest hanging unsaid, but you understand. If you don’t want my avatar, could you ever want the real me? What would that even be like? Living out here with him, hiding forever. Just you and him.

• “Are you proposing, spider-guy?” You ask, voice almost teasing, but your eyes are serious. Can’t tell what you’re thinking. If you’d agree to stay if he says the words or if you’d laugh in his face. He’s still a monster to you, isn’t he? And you’re just looking up at him, expression guarded, that finger still hooked with his mandible. Touching him willingly when he can remember you falling over yourself to avoid him touching you at first. Finding him creepy. Unsettling.

• Unsure what you want him to say, two of his extra legs are tapping against you again and your breath catches when he leans his face close, a mandible brushing your bottom lip. “What if I was?” He ask as the arm curled around you tightens slightly. “What if I said that I’d loved you from the moment you danced with me? With the real me and didn’t cringe away? That I want to keep you as mine?” Love? Heart racing, because that little four letter word hadn’t even crossed your mind. Do you love him? You’re not sure, but thinking of the way he fidgets and absently taps his extra limbs while he’s working, how excited he gets when something he’s working on goes right fills you with warmth. You like when he’s animated, gesturing and lifting up on his extra limbs, catching you to swing around when he has a breakthrough only to immediately apologize and back away. Like watching him engrossed in a project, the way he worries over you. Takes care of you. You’re not really his prisoner anymore. No, it’s not love, not exactly, but maybe it could be. Because you don’t want to be alone, either.

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[cobaltperun]

Eternal Flame side story 2 - Iris

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Chapter Summary: A single accident shatters all the secrecy, and the years of a hidden relationship are revealed, though some might say it was the worst kept secret you or Jenna ever had.

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Masterlist / First Part

Word count: 2.5k

-And I don't want the world to see me 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am-

-March 2025-

Jenna was going to kill her.

She was one hundred percent dead. Four years of secrecy ruined by a slip of a tongue followed by her horrified face.

“Well, the thing is. Mya has known Y/N her whole life, so, you know, Y/N is like another aunt to her,” Aliyah tried to cover it up, to explain, but her chat wasn’t even on fire, it was a blazing inferno threatening to burn her phone to ashes. She couldn’t even catch everything being said, but she caught several comments.

‘Her whole life? The same Y/N Jenna only occasionally gets to see?’

It was over. “She does leave quite an impression,” she hoped she could distract the people somehow, and while some did type in lyrics of ‘Taste’ while correcting the height to match your own, most people were still fixated on you being Mya’s aunt.

‘I’ve never been called aunt by my best friend’s nephew’

That… was unfortunately a fair point. Her niece didn’t rush into her room shouting giddily that Aliyah’s friends came over, and she didn’t refer to them as aunts and uncles. Aliyah was going to wake up in cold sweat tonight, only hearing the gleeful voice accompanied by toothy excited grin yelling ‘Auntie Y/N is here! She’s here! She’s here!’ which, while adorable, because the girl adored you, definitely made Aliyah wish she wasn’t livestreaming at the moment.

A single question kept being spammed in her comments. ‘Since when’ and Aliyah could only drop her head on the table. The internet was convinced, now more than ever before, that you and Jenna were together. She couldn’t do anything to change that.

~X~

There were times when Jenna wished she could change, let things be, lower her guard and let the world in. She definitely didn’t seek that kind of attention, even if it was part of the job, but she certainly wished she didn’t have to hide what the two of you had. It was primarily her decision to keep your relationship a secret, as you were fine either way, but as she watched you step into her parents’ house in a hurry and dressed to avoid any attention she wondered if keeping this relationship a secret was the right choice.

You did it with ease, proving yet again just how often the two of you snuck these moments in, and more often than not there was actual sneaking involved. On sets, between doing interviews, or simply while you were on a break.

“Hey,” one simple word, spoken with so much warmth it could melt any worry she had, and then next thing she knew she was once again in your arms, hugging you and kissing you. “I missed you, Jen,” you whispered, stealing away a few moments just for the two of you before her family saw you. She could hear the relief in your voice that you were finally with her again, that this long month was coming to an end.

“I missed you too,” Jenna pulled back slightly, taking your appearance in. You looked exhausted, and sleep-deprived, like you couldn’t wait to just go to bed, hug her and sleep. You were filming for the past two months, and once again you chose to keep quiet about what you were filming but it wasn’t in the States, that much she knew. And you still managed to go to Oscars with her, only to leave the next day, then came back home for your four-year anniversary, and again left the next morning, and now you were finally back home a week and a half later. She reached up, brushing a few strands of your hair back and you sighed softly, leaning into her touch as she caressed your cheek. Come hell or high water you showed up for her, even when it wasn’t always easy for you.

The little bubble the two of you created burst as the doors swung open and her niece rushed into the hall and laser-focused solely on you. “Auntie Y/N!” Jenna pulled away, letting her niece jump into your arms.

Thinking back, Jenna nearly tripped when Mya first called you ‘aunt’ especially since she made it clear she meant ‘aunt’ as in ‘Jenna’s wife’ and not ‘aunt like Jenna’. Now she was used to it, and she adored every second you spent with her niece and nephews. Hell, as far as Jenna was concerned, this just proved you were stuck with her.

“Come on, go get your other aunt,” Jenna whispered to Mya and you lowered the girl back down before she rushed up the stairs to where Aliyah was. “There goes our privacy,” Jenna joked, stealing one last kiss before you would have to join her family in the living room.

She had no idea how right those words were.

~X~

About ten minutes after you settled down and greeted everyone currently present the disaster struck. You planned on spending some time with Jenna and her family before leaving to catch up on some sleep, preferably with Jenna right next to you. But then it happened. Aliyah came down the stairs looking pale and horrified.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Natalie immediately jumped to her feet, but Aliyah was only looking at Jenna and you.

“You two might want to check your social media,” she sounded like you’d open the social media and find out your careers were over, and your heart sank. Did someone find out about your fights? Did someone make up a story about Jenna or you that could ruin your reputations? Surely it wasn’t as simple as some of the usual ‘Are they together?’ rumors, because those were easy to handle. “I was livestreaming and it just, it’s better if you see it for yourself,” she said and Jenna was the first to pull out her phone, her hands were shaking and you took her hands, steading her.

All thoughts of going to sleep were gone by this point and you were running purely on adrenaline.

Jenna unlocked her phone and sure enough, there was a constant stream of notifications coming in. “What happened?” she asked, bewildered, as she opened her Instagram. And there it was.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as you and Jenna watched in horror as Mya showed up on Aliyah’s stream. Her happy, energetic cheers that you ‘Auntie Y/N’ were here, spoken so clearly there was no way anyone would believe if you tried to say she meant ‘Auntie and Y/N are here’ made Jenna lower her phone as she leaned back against you.

You wrapped your arms around her purely on instinct, because it usually helped her calm down, but this time it was pretty much useless. A tiny comfort amidst your secret being revealed.

~X~

The rest of the day felt like a fever dream as you and Jenna drove back to your home, wishing to deal with your relationship being revealed on your own, in the comfort of your home. You, being at least a bit calmer than she was, took it upon yourself to drive from Jenna’s parents’ house to your home and then you just went to the bedroom and got ready to figure out a way to deal with this.

By the time you were back home both you and Jenna got countless messages and calls, it felt like the whole world now knew for sure the two of you were a couple.

She opened her Instagram again and saw a post from one of the fan accounts she was following. “It’s over,” she resigned to her fate. It wasn’t just a clip from Aliyah’s livestream where the words ‘Auntie Y/N’ could clearly be heard. Oh, no, it was much more than that. It was a series of photos and videos ever since Wednesday came out. All showing just how close you were, during the interviews and behind the scenes. And then there were the paparazzi photos where you and Jenna would be caught together. Never doing anything to definitively prove you were together, but most certainly raising suspicions.

“The worst kept secret, Jenna Ortega and Y/N L/N secret romance?” you read the post description in utter disbelief. And it wasn’t even the worst one.

“Look at this one. Wednesday season 2 PR stunt – lead actresses come out,” she was afraid to even read others, and she was not looking forward to everyone feeling the need to express their opinions on your relationship.

Some people definitely wouldn’t be happy.

“What do we do?” she asked, unsure if there was anything left to do. From the corner of her eyes she saw how tense you were. You were fighting your exhaustion, staying strong for Jenna’s sake.

“Get some control over it, I suppose. Just say the truth,” that was probably the only thing you could do at this point. There was no taking this back, nothing would ever convince the loudest of your fans that ‘Auntie Y/N’ meant you were just Jenna’s good friend.

“Right,” Jenna nodded and picked a photo of the two of you from your anniversary and wrote a simple description. She just wrote ‘4 ❤️’ and tagged you. That was it, nothing else. Not that there was anything she needed to add, the two of you kissing on the photo was more than enough on its own. “Is this okay?” she asked, showing you her phone.

“Yeah,” you nodded and held her hand as she pressed the button to post her photo.

She wished she could just let you rest, but just for a bit longer she needed you to help her calm down.

~X~

The moment the photo was posted Jenna turned her phone off and snuggled into your right side. You smiled softly at her and wrapped your arm around her as she played with the string of your hoodie. "This is it," she muttered against your chest. "No more secrets, no more hiding," even if her voice didn't give her anxiety away you felt it in the way she was pushing into you, as if she was trying to burrow into you, to hide from the rest of the world, if only for a little bit longer.

You raised your left hand and smoothed a few strands of her hair. Jenna let out a small, content sigh, and closed her eyes, further relaxing against you. Deep down you both knew this moment would come, either by accident, by someone catching you, and more or less you figured you should feel lucky you got to have some control over the reveal.

Well, as much control as you could have, given the way this all started.

"What's your least loud thought?" about halfway through filming Wednesday season 1 you began asking that question. It made Jenna stop overthinking for a moment, it let her focus on telling you her thoughts, and she always began from what worried her the least, and then go from there until you got to what worried her the most.

"Our relationship. It'll change," she whispered, shifting a bit so she could hug you.

"Not enough to worry you," if there was one thing you both had absolute faith in, it was your relationship.

"Never. This," she looked you in the eyes and leaned up to kiss you. Her lower lip was a bit swollen from her chewing on it, and you did your best to soothe it. Jenna moaned into the kiss and the soft, slow kiss made both of you worry a bit less. "Is the only part of my life I don't ever have to worry about," you've been through enough to know what the two of you had could not be shaken.

"We'll just need a bit of an adjustment period," you half-joked and Jenna snickered as she nuzzled back into your chest. "So, what's louder?"

Jenna thought it over, sorting through her worries. "Backlash," yeah, this wasn't a perfect world. "Won't be our first time," she huffed.

"Won't be the last time either," not the most comforting thought, but it was part of the job, an ugly, stupid part of the job, but it was a part of it.

"Can't please everyone," Jenna repeated a long-time mantra.

"Don't care as long as I can please you," and you repeated yet another often-spoken response to that mantra. Jenna jokingly smacked your shoulder. "What?" you laughed.

"Dork," it wasn't your fault that she immediately thought of certain pleasures.

"Your dork," you grinned. "What's louder?"

Jenna looked you in the eyes. "I don't want to lose the peace we have," and you could tell that was what worried her the most.

And you? There was only one thing you could say to that. "We won't," the only thing that could soothe Jenna's worries was you being as certain as you possibly could be. “Our privacy, our peace and quiet, we’ll keep that, no matter how difficult it gets,” you kissed the top of her head and gently rubbed her back as Jenna’s breathing evened out. That was all the answer you needed, Jenna managed to fall asleep, silently proving to you that she felt better.

And with that you could finally fall asleep as well.

~X~

Meanwhile, while you and Jenna were talking about your worries and feelings, Jenna’s Instagram profile was burning with flames hotter than the Sun.

Jennafanpage: 4?! 4 what?! Jenna, what does it mean?!

Randomuser11856: Probably months

JennaY/N4ever: …dude… it’s four years. Have you been living under a rock?

RaijuonaWednesday: I said it first! Those looks were too real!

Wastingtime: You mean Scream, Wednesday, Miller’s girl, Oath by the Flames or all the interviews they had together?

RaijuonaWednesday: Yes!

JasminSavoyBrown: Super happy for you two, but I need to get my eyes checked.

            MasonGooding: Me too!

            DevynNekoda: Me three!

            MelissaBarrera: You really do.

            MasonGooding: You knew?!

            MelissaBarrera: For almost three years.

            JasminSavoyBrown: 😮😮The betrayal!

MarvelgiveussoloLauramovie: A minute of silence for all the broken hearts!

WednesdayNetflix: Thing knew

EmmaMyers: Love you both! ❤️❤️

JoySunday: Are we ignoring that we spent almost a year and a half working with them and somehow they kept it a secret?

            HunterDoohan: We got so caught up anticipating when, we didn’t see it already happened 😂

Barbarian: Can I finally tease them in public?

            Hugh: Barbara, no.

            Barbarian: Barbara YES!

            Hugh: Let them enjoy this.

            RyanReynolds: Papa Logan. The legends are true.

Enrique: Guess who’s wearing matching outfits?

            Barbarian: We can finally make Y/N wear a shirt that says ‘If lost return to Jenna’

            Aliyah: With smaller font saying: ‘Prolonged separation from Jenna might cause negative effects.’

            Hugh: Barbara, no.

            Barbarian: Barbara YES!

OrteGay: WHAT?!

            Jennafan36: Spoke it into existence.

            Barbarian: Ha! Using that one! 😆

            Hugh: Barbara, no!

            Barbarian: Barbara YES!

            OrteGay: Holy shit, Hugh Jackman replied to my comment *faints*

By the time you and Jenna woke up and finally checked Instagram there were already thousands upon thousands of comments under Jenna’s post. Well, at least now you no longer had to hide your relationship.

A/N: Well, not exactly what I thought this would look like, but here it is.

Taglist: @lilbitdepressed27 @freakshow2501 @osnapitzmel1 @belatrixdragon @ijustlovemaths

@niqmandu @justspance @mirage018 @godamnityess

Masterlist / First Part

[sugarwarachan]

itoshi brothers, regency!au - part one here

sae knows instantly the depth of rin’s feelings for you. he’s always been able to assess his younger brother’s motives at the drop of a hat—and watching him watch you is nothing more than observing another man wishing to lay claim to what sae already has.

he doesn’t think he’ll love you. it’s not expected of him, and it’s not expected of you, but as you stand beside him at the altar, a thread of fury between your brow and your shoulders tense as a bow, a flicker of understanding goes off in his brain.

he’d soothe you, if you let him.

(his hand jumps when you take it in your grasp, the din of church bells a distant echo as he inputs this new sensation. the gloves you wear are so delicate he wants to pull them off with his teeth.)

you journey to your new home with dread coiling in your stomach, the fear of the wedding night knocking your knees together. to show weakness in front of this man is unforgivable somehow, like you’ve lost the fight before it even began. the sudden heat of his palm on your knee stuns you. he says nothing for the remainder of the carriage ride while his hand seeps warmth into your skin. by the time you arrive, a troubling part of you wishes he had moved closer.

he steadies your waist when you step down, teal eyes betraying a hint of something you can't quite grasp. "I won’t touch you until you want me to," he says.

(you do not shiver. you do not go over those words late at night and recall his breath on your skin.)

sae does not, to your chagrin, play the part of monstrous husband well. for the first few weeks of your marriage, he acquaints you with the estate, introducing you to his tenants and people in his employ, and though you still find his personality grating, you can’t help but shift the image you’ve built of him in your head.

sae knows your affection is not so easily bought. he could thrust a hundred new dresses into your arms, and it would only infuriate you. so he chooses to win you slowly, not because the thought of you recoiling from him makes him ill, but because he does not like to lose.

so when rin arrives in the middle of the night, swaying in the arms of his friend isagi, he’s startled at his relief when you appear just as surprised as he is.

isagi offers little; rin offers nothing.

(rin is drunk, you realize. rin is never drunk.)

sae orders rooms for the guests, a calm and steady fury rising in him at rin’s inebriation, isagi’s assumed instigation, and your immediate concern for someone who isn’t him.

taglist: @t3chn0chan, @captainshindo, @jukiamae, @cherrybomb5000, @nectardaddy, @hiraethwa, @animetrashandotheraesthetics, @cosmic-evening, @getosbunny, @rinsko, @biashellandflyashell, @xmintpiex, @kongkhoi

there will be a part three!! (and four and probably five this is shaping out so angsty in my head). i got a little liberal with the taglist so if you want off (or on!) let me know 😘 divider by @bronzewasp

[bluesunss]

Goldfish memory Choi Su-bong x F!Reader

part 2

summary: after witnessing your (ex-)boyfriend cheating on you (and making no effort to hide it), you go to a fast-food place and complain to the cashier. but that random man is a way better listener than your stupid ex ever was, and you find yourself ranting to that hot stranger.

warnings: not really a warning, but reader is extremely blunt, tactless and messy. not in a bad way, just a big blunt mess. swearing, mentions of cheating

a/n: sorry for being inactive :( ill try to update my main stories this weekend but here is a filler episode to make up for it. also McRonalds bc we boycott here ! btw not proofread im super tired #help

The lights of the cheap McRonald at the end of the street kept flickering to death, neon red bleeding into the puddles on the pavement. The rain fell in slow slivers, barely there but still making the hairs on your arms rise. You sneezed, walked faster and reached for the handle.

Your mind was a wreckage site. The sterile light immediately woke you up, it was so late. The smell of frying and salt hit your face, it got warmer and greasier. Scanning the screens, you found them all taken, and you muttered an insult. The cashier was tapping on the screen, his lips moving silently as if talking to himself, and he had an AirPod in.

He wouldn’t hear you. You needed to vent. That is why you slammed your hands onto the counter.

“I just think,” you announced, “that if you’re gonna cheat, at least try to fucking hide it."

The boy behind the register barely looked up from the screen, swaying his head slightly to the music you could hear from here. His name tag read Su-bong, his hair under his cap was too bright for this night, a flashy purple tousled on the edges of a fluffy brown mass, and you spotted silver piercings on his ears as well as a black line going up his coloured fingers. He looked familiar, but you had no time for familiarity.

“You okay girl?” he asked, finally looking at you when you said nothing, pulling out an earbud.

“Fucking great," you snapped. Anger and exhaustion coexisted within you and you broke down. "My boyfriend decided to raw-dog some girl on MY couch in MY house. When I opened the door, he saw me, but that asshole kept going until he finished. Only then did he fall to his knees and beg. After he was done."

You squint your eyes in disgust.

"He said it ‘just happened.’ Like he tripped and fell into her y’know."

Then, you stare suspiciously at the cashier. Gladly, it’s late, and there is no one standing behind you, the people are ordering at the machines. His dark eyes are surrounded by a blue orbit, and eye bags make the dark circles pop. He puts down the earbud, stops tapping on the screen.

Letting out a low whistle, he finally taps at the register. “That’s rough, señorita. Wouldn’t wish that on myself."

“No, rough is the fact that he had the audacity to send me a voice note crying about it,” you continued, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Like he’s the victim. Like I put him in that situation. You ever seen a grown man sniffle out a ‘baby please’ while he’s got another girl’s press-on nails still clawed into his shoulder?”

That got a real reaction. Su-bong barked out a laugh, pressing a hand to his chest like he’d been shot.

“Oh, that’s tragic.”

“That’s pathetic.”

He was still grinning when he turned around, grabbing a large soda cup and filling it, before taking a loud sip from it.

"So what’re you gonna do bout this cheating narcissistic little bitch?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if I were you, I’d light his pants on fire. Or maybe steal his dog. Or… nah that’s breaking bro code. Don’t break his PS5. That’s too mean."

"Oh. Good ideas."

He shook his head and sipped again from his coke. "Nah. Y’know what breaks any man more than revenge? Nothing. Do nothing and walk away like a proud bitch. That makes us want to go on all fours and beg."

You laughed, hand brushing his arm instinctively. Keen on physical touch, that seemed to shine the cashier’s eyes who was already in another dimension. He stared at you an instant before straightening again.

"Why are you even helping me?" Your laugh died down, the ghost of a smile on your lips.

“Because my night’s already shit. And a pretty girl’s whining bout a shitty guy. What a way to score a goal on some fine shit."

Your heart, that had calmed down since the awful stress the visual sight from earlier had put on you, sprinted again. You were dizzy, it was late. His gaze locked with yours, tired. Absentmindedly, your fingers touched his forearm, and he let you there. Stroking circles, you watched the way his breath hitched and the way his eyes stared at your eyes. Those eyes. Those tattoos. This purple hair.

"Hold on. I know you."

The instant broke. He pulled his arm away, turned back to the register, lips curling, self-deprecating. “’Course you do babygirl. Everyone does." He sighed, took a sip of his drink. "’Specially after last week."

You leaned in. “You’re Thanos.”

His expression didn’t change. He slightly furrowed his brows, removed a piece of fry from his teeth and swallowed it. His elbows were now propped on the counter as your meal was getting prepared behind, and he was awaiting a reaction.

“My ex loved you,” you said. “Wouldn’t shut up about your freestyles. Played them in the car. I hated it.”

Su-bong blinked once. Then, instead of looking offended, he let out a short, dry laugh. “Wow. Brutal.”

"Fucking hell each time I’d hear your voice I thought I was going MAD. If we were fighting, he’d blast your hit song ‘break ur bones not my heart’ or whatever that was. If I complained about any minor inconvenience he’d slam into my ears ‘bitches get mad when they know I’m right’. Man, even after he cheated he sent me a Spotify link to your ‘ain’t nothing better than make up sex."

You were not exactly known for your tact. That is why Su-bong was biting his lower lip at a loss of words. He got criticism. Lots of it. But he’d usually get told his music was just plain amazing or shit. No explanation. He awaited the continuation. You were seemingly lost in your raging anger.

"Your rap isn’t totally bad though," you remarked. "Just-"

“Just?”

You sighed, debating whether you should keep talking. But you were too far in.

“Sometimes it felt like you relied too much on your flow to carry you. Like, you’d have these really good setups, and I’d be waiting for the punchline, and then it wouldn’t land as hard as it could have. Like you were holding back, or playing it safe. I mean I would appreciate some of the things my ex played in my ears, but I’d never tell him."

He didn’t say anything right away. Just tilted his head slightly, considering.

Then: “That’s actually solid criticism.”

You shrugged. “Whatever." Then, you looked over his shoulder. "I’m hungry! When’s my food coming?"

Su-bong looked back too, before standing. "Girl I think you forgot to order."

That made you smile. He watched you, amused, as you made a motion similar to pouting, observing the menu. "Triple cheeseburger. Lots of fries and pickles. And sauce. Extra spicy."

Su-bong tilted his head. "That’s all for you tonight señorita?"

You bit your lip again, let out a quiet ouch. "I think so. Oh, maybe add sparkling water."

He smirked. "Not many people go for that."

You didn’t answer immediately, pulling out your card from the mess in your bag as two lipsticks fell and rolled to the ground as well as bills. Muttering insults, you knelt and grabbed your stuff, finally exhaling.

"Yeah I’ve never tried it before. Just first thing that came to my mind. I don’t wanna think of the shit in my apartment. Fucking hell, he stained my couch with his sweat and another woman’s. That’s so disgusting!" You kept swearing, scanning the card. It kept declining and you almost crumbled in despair.

The cashier chuckled pitifully. "Don’t worry it’s on me. Tonight."

You half-smiled. "You’re broke. I saw the last rap battle. Actually, my ex kept replaying it and saying it was rigged and you didn’t forget your own lyrics."

If he was embarrassed, he did not show it. He called someone from the back and gave them your exact order. "See? The memory of a goldfish."

"Gold fishes have shit memories. It’s elephants."

He laughed. "I know babe. Been testing you."

Your meal came. His fingers brushed against yours as he gave you your cardboard bag, he stared at you a second too long.

is not proofread I’m exhausted I need sleep

[81pastrys]

Please do more hurt / comfort with an older Luka like maybe he’s in f2 and crashes and panics and Lando calms him down stuff like that idk just a thought but i love your stuff🤍

Heated Race

Summary— Luka races like his life depends on it and ends up in the hospital

Warnings— racing like a demon ; crash ; hospitalization

A/N— yes yes, a bit of Carlo too, I like.

Dad Lando List

Luka raced like a demon. Worse than Sebastian Vettel or Max Verstappen. He raced like he wanted to die every race and it shook Lando to his core every turn or miscalculation he had.

Before every race Lando would pat his helmet and tell him to do good, the teen his height now. “No dangerous shit yeah?” Lando would ask and Luka would laugh and just shoot him a ‘no promises’.

He had a good car, being thrown in a Red Bull. Lando supported his decision, the RB’s always had a reputation of being good in juinor formulas. Luka was complaining this race of shit wing performance.

“My flap won’t open, how do i get DRS?!” He complained. He was like Lando on the radio, calm but annoyed when something went wrong. His engineer looked over the issue and there was no way of fixing it. Lando cursed under his breath.

If his son couldn’t have an upper hand, he would defend. Luka wasn’t necessarily bad at defending but the others on the grid were. “Keep this pace, Sainz is still two cars behind.” Yeah and Carlo Sainz was his biggest competitor in a Mercedes.

“Fine fuck it.” He said on the radio. The car behind went to pass and they caught wheels, Luka spinning into a wall at a high speed. His engineer asked if he was ok like four times before Lando almost jumped the barrier. A mechanic stopped him.

“Is he even responding?” Lando asked. “Is he okay?!” They got an ok and the medical went to retrieve him while the red flags got put out to remove the car. Lando ran to the medical center making it before Luka.

He waited and they brought Luka in, poking and prodding at him. “I’m fine I said!” He yelled. They gave his head a good look for bruises and he winced. They concluded he needed to see a specialist and Lando rode with him to the hospital.

The adrenaline high hadn’t worn off and Luka believed he was in perfect condition, deeming the ride unnecessary and stupid. “Wait until the adrenaline wears off son, you’ll be glad we’re in a hospital when it does.” Lando laughed slightly.

They get to the hospital and they do an actual exam on the boy. “Minor concussion, but overall he’s alright.” The doctor confirmed. “He still has a bit of adrenaline pumping so we’re going to keep him checked in for the time being.”

Lando did all the paperwork and discussed with nurses about everything. Within the hour Luka came to his senses and began freaking out. “What about the car?!” That’s what he’s worried about? Lando thought. “Fuck I slammed it into a wall!”

“Son, they can fix the car, the people here can fix you.” Lando said. “How’s your head feeling?” Lando ghosted his hand over Luka’s head before pulling it back.

“I have a headache, but dad I’ve never crashed what if they take me off the team?” Luka worried about his seat now. They were definitely not going to replace their F2 champion winner. Luka still wasn’t all there though so it’s an understandable worry.

“Luka they won’t replace you, it was one crash and I’m sure they looked more into your telemetry.” Lando assured. “The car wasn’t set up right if your DRS wasn’t working properly.” This crash was everything but Luka’s fault. If he had DRS he wouldn’t have needed to defend his position.

“Who won?” He asked. Lando blinked at him. He pulled his phone out and looked to the time card. “Knew it, I knew Sainz was going to win.” Luka was mad his rival gained more points for second place.

“Luka that doesn’t matter right now, what matters is that you’re okay.” Lando said. Luka tried to forget the racing but all that did was remind him how sore he was.

“Everything hurts.” He groaned. “What did the doctor say?” Lando weighed in relief his son was able to tell him what was wrong now. They called the doctor in and he said soreness was a definite thing after a crash.

“I can give him some pain medicine to help diffuse it, but it will probably linger throughout the week.” The doctor said, already writing the prescription for him.

“Thank you again, he’s stubborn like me and it takes a while to get his head in the right spot.” Lando lightly laughed.

Safe to say Luka did not race the next weekend, having a minor concussion and being sore as all hell.

Carlo next with a different sport 👀

@il0vereadingstuff @chertik-007vvv

[lovebittenbyevans]

Bittersweet Reunion | Ch.4

Summary: Nanami Kento, a wealthy and laid-back charmer, seems to have it all. But when you two cross paths again, doubts begin to surface, leaving you wondering: was the connection and love you shared ever genuine?

Pairing: ex-sugardaddy/sunshine! Nanami Kento x ex-sugarbaby/grumpy! Female Reader

Warnings: two cursed words

Series Masterlist

Chapter 4

Being back in London felt like the best thing that could have happened—you couldn’t imagine spending another week in New York.

London was your home, and you were happy to have made a bunch of friends who felt like family. Looking back, you were glad you had made the right decision to move here long ago.

You couldn't stop thinking about what he told you. How did he know about your deep feelings for him, especially when he realized you were in love with him?

Lost in thought as you opened a box of posters, you were startled by a voice behind you. “Already back to being a homebody, huh?” You turned to see Gojo standing there.

“Shit! Satoru, you scared me.” You gasped, startled for a moment.

Gojo leaned against the doorway, smiling as he looked at you. “That is no way to greet your friend, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “How the fuck you got in here?”

“Um, you gave me a key to be in here anytime remember.” He said.

You mumbled while taking each poster out of the box. “I shouldn’t have.”

Gojo walked into your bedroom and sat on the edge of your bed. “How was the trip? I saw the pictures.”

You sigh, stand up from the floor, and grab the clear tape from your nightstand. “Interesting and moody that’s all.”

“And Nanami?” He asks.

You scoff and start tapping the posters on your bare bedroom wall. “Annoying.” That's the only word that fits him.

He nods. “So, y’all together again? He’s helping you out again?”

You pause mid-motion while hanging a poster and glare at him. “Excuse me? Hell no! I told you I was done with him for good.” You shake your head. “I am not that kind of woman, Satoru.”

He lets out a sigh, rubbing his chin. “I know I just want to make sure you won’t go down that road again.”

You finish hanging up four posters on your wall. “I’m not beside he wants to be a real couple this time.” You place the clear tape back in your nightstand drawer and shut it.

He burst into laughter. “Wait! What!?”

You sat down on your bed and looked at him. “Yeah, he wants us to be a real couple and not be just his sugar baby anymore.”

“Wait, Wait, Wait.” Gojo keeps laughing, slapping his knee in amusement. “Are you serious?”

You let out a huff and nodded. “Yes, Satoru.” A part of you wanted to tell him something about your feelings but you kept your mouth shut.

“What did you tell him?” He wiped a tear from his eye before paying attention to you.

You click your tongue and roll your eyes. “ I’m glad you think this is funny but I told him not going to happen. Gabby and Ruby are still in his life.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, biting back another laugh. “Ah, Gabby and Ruby. His two little bunnies.”

You waited for him to continue, knowing he had more to say. “Those two will always fight over him and be upset that you left not fighting back to be with him again and get taken care of.”

You understood what he was saying, even though he wasn’t lying. You were proud of yourself for leaving that lifestyle behind and never looking back.

“Yeah, true.” You agreed with him.

His blue eyes remained on you. “I’m proud of you, Y/N. You should give yourself some—” He paused as a sudden knock at the front door interrupted him.

“I’ll be back.” You sighed and stepped out of your bedroom. You weren’t expecting anyone, especially since Gojo had a habit of inviting himself over unannounced.

You reached the front door and opened it, noticing Sukuna standing there with a bouquet of red roses in his hands. “Sukuna, what are you doing here?”

“These are for you and no I didn’t give you those flowers anything brat.” He handed you the bouquet of red roses and strode past you into the house.

You kicked the door shut as you turned around, catching Gojo and Sukuna exchanging greetings.

“Sukuna next time, call me.” You said, setting the bouquet on the kitchen counter.

Sukuna took a seat on the chair stool and said. “I did but you didn’t answer and I texted you. Again no answer.”

“Oh.” You take the envelope with your name on it and open it. “Again, what are you doing here?”

Sukuna looked at you. “I wanted to check on you.”

You looked at him and said, “Uh huh, what else?” You opened the card and saw the name of who it was from.

I am thinking of you and I am here for you. Let’s get together soon — Choso

You close the card and leave it on the counter. “Well, we are going out tonight.” Sukuna said.

You let out a laugh while getting three vases under the kitchen cabinet. “Hell no! I am good.”

“See, such a brat Gojo.” Sukuna shakes his head.

“Y/N.” Gojo walks over to you and turns off the kitchen water. “It’s just for a few hours. Let us help you forget about Nanami.”

You kept your eyes off him as you set the vase on the counter, carefully placing each rose inside. “No!” Your voice almost cracked. “I’m fine.”

“Y/N.”Sukuna takes the vase from your hands and sets it on the far side of the counter. “Lying won’t do you no good brat.”

At that moment, you broke down, sinking to the floor and leaning against the kitchen cabinet. “I hate him but love him.” You mumble, feeling a tear slip down your cheek.

Gojo and Sukuna sat on either side of you as you sat in the middle, letting the tears flow.

[1-800-local-slut]

Spring Nights

Stiles Stilinski x Black! Witch! Reader!

A warm night with some of the McCall pack

Warnings: recreational drug use, mentions of smut, making out. breaking the law (don't do this guys), just teens being silly, Stiles and reader are the mom and dad of the group lol

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"What about the movies?" Lydia asked as she finished the last of her strawberry shake.

"We've been to the movie like a million times in the past four weeks. Besides movies give me headaches." You responded, while Stiles and Scott were engaged in some annoying competition to see who could chew louder.

"Well, that's what happens when you spend too much time giving head in theaters." She replied snippily while she ate a fry and grabbed one that fell down her shirt.

"That was one time!" Stiles protested from the front seat. He glanced at Lydia from around the seat who made a face of disgust at him from hearing about your 'adventures'.

"One time too many." Scott chuckled, swallowing his nuggets.

"You got head in a movie theater?" Liam chimed in, from where he was laying across Scott and Lydia with his legs across their laps and his head on the soft seat.

"Yes."

"Was it good?" Liam asked, angling his head upwards and adjusting his hoodie.

"...yes." Stiles responded after a moments hesitation.

"I'm gonna try it." Liam responded with a hint of curiosity and more confidence. Stiles chuckled and motioned for your bag that was somewhere on ground.

"With who? Your hand?"

"That isn't head, it's public masturbation." Liam responded. You were now digging around for your bag, looking behind you once you realized it was no longer by your feet but instead was the large Mcdonald's bag.

"Well I doubt you'd be flexible enough." Lydia found your bag, and dusted salt from her fries off her fingertips before handing Stiles your bag. Laughter filled the car, as the youngest Liam did get his ass cut the most.

Searching through your bag, Stiles picked up the smaller pouch that held the multitude of object you weren't supposed to have. Including some things of his that you were just holding for him at the moment. Instead, Stiles rummaged around in the bag before he felt his fingertips graze the small disposable cart in the bottom of your bag.

Usually, the car would be filled with smoke. But tonight, when you had your mom's car it was an unspoken agreement that there was no sort of illicit activity in her car.

Stiles unbuckled his seat belt, and your eyes followed him as he clambered out of the car. The passenger door shut gently, and he leaned back against the window. While your friends in the back seat debated what to do tonight, you slid out silently amongst the confusion.

The warm spring air ghosted your skin, and your feet led you to your boyfriends side. He looked picturesque.

His dark hair was getting a little bit longer than he would prefer, but it suited him nicely. He doesn't look strong but secret biceps rippled under his short-sleeved shirt. The moon shone down on his pale skin that made him look like a painting, the light didn't reach his eyes completely but the parts it did reach caused Stiles to look sculpted. Even the blue of his shirt made him look perfect.

How lucky you were to have Stiles.

Reaching out to him, you patted your hand on his bicep, and he snapped out of his thoughts. His eyes were still clear, but you could practically see the haze taking over his mind.

"Hi baby." He greeted, wrapping his arms around you. Inside the car you heard the argument between the three escalating. Lydia insisted on the movies, Liam wanted to play video games and Scott was all for just going home and chilling. None of that mattered when you were in Stiles arms though.

"So, what do you want to do tonight?" You asked, crossing your legs while you leaned against Stiles who leaned against the car.

He went silent, chin resting on your shoulder. He felt less tense, and you realized it was probably overwhelming him to be in the car. Everyone yelling their opinions, the discomfort he feels sometimes when being driven by others, the disaster that was the debate on where to get food before you angrily decided on McDonald's to stop the commotion, plus it had been a long day at school with two tests that he's sure he bombed.

He was silent for two minutes, his fingers tracing little symbols across the skin on your arm. It was like he was slowly invading your brain, maybe you were getting a contact high.

He looked at you, his eyes lazy and slightly red studied your face and made you rub your thighs together. If anyone could instantly get you wet, it was your boyfriend, Stiles. Taking a short breath, his eyes flickered to your lips and his tongue peaked out while licking his lips.

"You?" He asked, before guiding his face up to yours and kissing you softly with a hunger behind it. Stiles had a higher sex drive than you. Which was saying something, considering most supernatural creatures had heightened everything. You two have once had sex four times in a day, and he wore you out.

When the kiss ended, he rearranged you two so you were pressed against the car door.

"Stiles-"

His lips quickly found yours, his hands doing some light exploration of the body that he's explored many times. His lips trailed down after a moment and loving kisses were left down your neck as you bit back moans. Whenever you two had sex, the roles were switched between you too.

You stay calm in every situation, no matter the battle or the enemy in front of you. A steady head on your shoulders that never wavered, you were the picture of strength and confidence. Stiles was typically panicked, scattered all over the place but able to make the perfect plan for any situation. But the moment y'all get to freaking? Stiles has total control over you, and sometimes you thought he was the one with magic. He somehow made your brain melt with each kiss, how you become clingy and desperate for anything he gave you.

His hands slid down your curves and found their desired home on your hips. God, what was it about Stiles? The entire world was gone. It was just you and your man and sometimes that's all you need. Your head fell back against the car while he planted soft kisses down your neck and took the chance to slide a knee in between your legs. He tasted like weed and the Fanta he had before, but his tongue somehow swiped your lower lip. He moaned at the taste of the coconut lip gloss.

But a loud knock pulled you two out of the passionate making out. Inside the car, your friends gagged and made faces against the glass of the wind

The window slid down, Scott's brown eyes popping up by the sliver of glass.

"Were you seriously about to have sex on the car with all of us watching???" He questioned; an eyebrow raised while Liam and Lydia judged silently.

"It wouldn't be our fault if you chose to watch." Stiles shrugged. You pushed your palm into his mouth and shoved his head away.

"We were not about to have sex."

"We weren't?"

"...Get in the car."

[legs-like-jelly]

I have a writing request… if it’s alright..

… uh, just lee!bumblebee getting tickled by Ler!megatron and bee accidentally calling megatron dad (or mom.. which ever you prefer)

I-.. I really love the soft moments you’ve written, it’s so adorable!! I-… don’t know which transformers to choose for this interaction… sorry 😔 here’s a sunflower for your troubles 🌻

EHEH!! bHRHRHVHFDH!!FJJJK!!/POS

Great Parenting

lee: Bumblebee ler: Megatron

There it was again. That same brooding energy around Bumblebee. It seemed to be popping up a lot more nowadays. Bee would be distracted, he would be way too focused on trying to win and getting the job done. He barely recharged nowadays. Ever since Bee went off on Optimus, the two had barely been on speaking terms. Optimus gave Bumblebee missions and Bumblebee did them, nothing beyond that. Heck, Bee even stopped trying to fish for any sort of verbal validation after that.

Megatron could tell it was eating him up inside. Thats why he called him to his one special spot that no one ever knew of. Not even Optimus had seen this little nook way at the top floor of the base. It was where he came to cool down.

Mere moments later, Bee was trudging into the room. His wings were lower than usual, there were considerable bags under his optics from lack of recharge. There was no mistake that his energon was low too, so Megatron brought a few cubes just in case.

The two bots made eye contact, a silent greeting. Megatron pat the spot on the couch next to him, to which Bee promptly plopped down on.

"Here, drink. I can tell you haven't bee recharging," The bigger bot held out a cube of energon.

"I don't need it," Bee lied until his optics began to flicker. "On second thought-"

The cube was taken from Megatron's servos. One sip, then the rest was gulped down hastily.

"Need another? I brought enough for the both of us," Megatron offered to the bot. Bumblebee nodded silently and received another cube. It was gone in barely two seconds. It took about four cubes for Bee to finally be full. Turns out staying up for an entire week isn't good for your systems.

"So..you and Optimus. I can tell you two aren't exactly seeing optic to optic right now," Megatron spoke after a while. "Do you want to talk about it?

"There's nothing to talk about! I mean, he's only disappointed in me and I only feel extremely guilty for going off at him and he only treats me as more of a coworker than his sparkling but no there's nothing to talk about at all," Bee blurted, his voicebox starting to crackle with the building coolant in his optics. Megatron couldn't help but feel a pang in his spark.

"Not only that, but I'm worried he'll never see me the same after that day and I can see it in his optics a-and-" Before Bumblebee could finish his sentence, he was bursting into little sobs. Coolant flowed freely from the edges of his optics, staining his faceplate with a clear blue. Servos dug into the cushions as Megatron's servo wrapped around him.

"Optimus has his..moments. I've had one or two arguments with him in our time being remarried," The bigger bot agreed.

"One or two?" Bumblebee chuckled to himself and crossed his arms over his chassis. A short sniffle soon followed.

"Well, give or take," Megatron joked. "But one thing I do know is that if nothing else, Optimus still loves you. And me too, and the Maltos, and the Tickle Monster."

"Heh, yeah ye- Wait who?-" Bee paused and snapped his helm towards Megatron.

"Who? I didn't say anything," Megatron gave him a grin. Bumblebee's smile became wobbly with giggles of anticipation. The mech got up from the couch and started to back towards the door.

"Weelllll you can tell HIM that Bumblebee is noottttt available you see he has some very important business to attend t-" And he was bolting out of the door in a flash.

Megatron rose from the couch and began walking after him. Since he was nearly twice Bee's size, he could simply walk while the smaller bot had to sprint to even get to his pace.

"Where are you going, little bee? He's not even here yet," Megatron taunted from down the hall.

"YES HE IS- YOU CAN'T FOOL ME AGAIN-" Bumblebee screamed as he ducked down a different hall. Megatron was quick to follow suit.

"You won't get anywhere like that. Just give in, Bee!" Megatron called.

"You'll never catch me alive!" The other mech squealed.

"Suuuure I won't, buster. You keep telling yourself that," The bigger bot chuckled. "Though I would prefer to catch you alive."

The chase seemed to go on for hours, but Megatron knew to take it slow and steady. Bumblebee couldn't run for long, even if he was full from the energon. Eventually, the smaller bot had retreated back into the little nook Megatron showed him and promptly buried himself under the covers.

"Where could that little bug be hiding now? Looks like the Tickle Monster has his work cut out for him.." Megatron muttered, pretending to look around the room. He passed Bumblebee a few times before snatching the bot up, blanket and all.

"EEEP!! LET ME GO LET ME GOHO!!" The smaller bot kicked his pedes frantically, squirming in his sire's grip.

"Not a chance. You've been caught Bumble-lee," Megatron sat on the couch and held Bee in his lap.

"THAT IS NAHAT MY NAME-" Bee squealed out while he jostled in the other mech's grip. Megatron paid him no mind and held his sides. Didn't even move his digits an inch! How cruel and heartless could he be..

"Are you most certain?" Megatron gave his sides a quick squeeze, sending the other bot into a fit of giggles instantly.

This was bad. Worse than bad, this was AWFUL. How was it that a mere chase had put him in this terrible of a lee mood? He hadn't even noticed the flutters of his doorwings. If Megatron weren't holding him down, he'd be bolting back out of the door by now.

"Uhum- And if I said yes?" Bumblebee tried, a nervous smile stretching across his faceplate. Megatron tsked at him before sloooooooooooowly clawing at the other mech's side. It BARELY tickled and it was extremely tortuous for Bee who HATED anticipation.

"Pff..he..ehehehe! Stahap playing GEHEHEHE!-"

"I'm not playing anything! But now that you mention it, perhaps I could spare a few notes on my favorite instrument..." Megatron trailed off as he started poking at where Bee's ribs would be.

"Now where is that one note..is it here? Maybe here?" The bigger mech started to poke at each of his '"ribs", sending Bee into hysterics.

"hehehEHEHEHE!-- AHAHAHA!!" Bumblebee attempted to cover his intake with his free servo, but Megatron's arm was preventing him from moving much.

"Mm, not there...what about here?" As the grey mech spoke, he started to scritch at the very lest "rib".

"HAHAHAHA AHAHEHEHEHESTAHAHAHAP!!-- AHAHA DAHAHAD---!!" Bee squealed while kicking his pedes.

"Mmm, he's not here right now. You're speaking to the Tickle Monster," Megatron mused. "Tickle tickle little bee.."

"DOHON'T SAY THAT HEHEHEHE!!" Bumblebee covered his faceplate up with his servos, a blue hue coating his cheeks.

"But you love when I call you that, little bee!" While he spoke, Megatron moved his servos up to the yellow mech's wings, scribbling his fingers across the back of his wings.

"*SQUEAL--!!!*" Bumblebee nearly fell off his sire's lap, but was quickly caught.

"Woah there, tiger. Take it easy! I'm just tickling you!" The bigger mech teased. In an instant, his digits started to spider along his stomach cavity.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!

Megatron covered his audials, wincing a little as the beep reverberated through the room. A short chuckle came from him as he looked down at the bot who was a giggling mess.

"Too much for you, bud?" He chuckled while taking his servos away from his audials. Very gently, he started to rub out a few of the ghost tickles.

"gyehehehe..maybehehe.." The smaller bot gasped while leaning into the gentle touch, Little by little, his engine started to purr.

"There you go..I gotcha now. You're okay," Megatron whispered while hugging Bumblebee to his chassis. "Take as long as you need, kid."

"Thahank you. You didn't neehed to do that," Bumblebee giggling into his plating.

"I couldn't leave you hanging like that. You know me," Megatron replied while wrapping him up in a blanket.

"Yeah..sorry for losing my cool like that."

"None of that now. Emotions are normal to have. You know bottling them up will just make you feel worse. You're free to cry here if you need to."

Bumblebee smiled faintly and squeezed his sire in a hug.

"Thank you, really."

FIN.

[writteninthesewalls28]

Racing Psychology - Part Four

Summary: Josie has to face worries and her deepest fears while finding out more about her real feelings for Lando.

"Racing Psychology" Masterlist

Warnings: brief kissing, swearing, not proof read

After the heated kiss, I took my time to touch every part of his face. I gently stroked along his jawline, rubbed over his cheek and reached the outline of his mouth that was covered in the prettiest smile I have ever seen in my life. “You’re so beautiful.” I whispered under my breath, not letting go of him yet. 

His firm grip on my hips occasionally sent a shiver over my entire body by how good his touch felt. “Dito.” he smiled and one of his hands moved up to stroke a loose strand of hair out of my face back behind my ear. His warm hands on my cold skin caused me to relax into his hand now covering my cheek. 

“Are you cold?” He asked, his eyes wandering over my entire body, as if he wanted to make sure I was okay. Slowly, the sun disappeared and left behind a fresh, cold air at night that I was not prepared for when I decided to wear a T-Shirt .

“A little.” I answered, still a bit breathless from arguably the best kiss of my life so far, hoping to be finding out what other bests there were to explore with Lando. 

Lando let go of me and I already missed his comforting touch on my body, but I didn’t complain when I saw that he took off his papaya-colored hoodie with the team name and his driver number on it and handed it over to me. 

“Here, I don’t want you to freeze to death. That would be quite bad, looking at the fact that I would actually like to get to know this talented woman in front of me.” 

I felt blood rushing into my cheeks at his charming words and quickly hid my face while sliding the hoodie over my head. The warm, soft fabric felt like heaven on my freezing arms and hands and I rubbed over my arms, starting to warm up a little. 

“Thanks.” I told him and gave him a grin. I still tried to comprehend his compliment and did not know what to say to that. Did I want to get to know him? Hell yeah. Did I find him attractive? Is that even a question? Was I worried about the fact that I was not some sort of super model? Yes. 

But I had no idea if I could tell Lando about that or if it was a little too soon to have such a conversation when you actually just met two days ago. I felt like I was trapped in a large canyon and one side only had a crappy ladder to climb up on whilst on the other side there were creepy animals waiting to have a feast. 

But then I heard Nico’s voice in the back of my head that sometimes you just need to have fun in life, so that was what I would be doing. Having fun with Lando. I could figure my way out of the canyon later. 

I leaned forward and Lando’s lips covered mine again and suddenly I did not care about the canyon anymore, his hands on my skin were the only thing that mattered to me at that very moment. It felt like the greatest forever.

“What do you mean you dropped out of school?” 

After I don’t know how long of sitting on my car, we decided to leave the track and I offered to take him home this time. His discomfort of sitting in the passenger seat and not having control over the car did not go unnoticed to me, but so far, he did not say anything about my ability to drive a car. He had already told me the address of his hotel that he and the other drivers on the grid were staying at and it surprised me that it actually was not that far away from my own flat. 

We started to chat a bit about his racing and how he first got into it and I stumbled across the fact that he did not even finish school. “You never graduated high school?” I added. 

He looked at me with an amused look on his face. “Love, first of all: I’m British, we don’t have your crappy high schools, we are better than you, alright?” It was easy for me to ignore the teasing in his words because I was too busy trying to cope with him calling me love. I was pretty sure my heart just exploded right then and there. “And second: Yes, I dropped out of Secondary School.” The cheeky grin on his face was the reaction to my face full of shock. 

“But you can drive a car at 300kmh?” I say with a judgemental tone in my voice. 

For a short second looking over to him, I see him shrugging. “I guess. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here, right?” 

“By the way, did you pass your driving test on the first try?” I asked because he previously told me that he had already started driving first in karting and then in formula from an early age where he of course was not legally allowed to drive on the streets.

Lando let out a laugh before shaking his head. “I failed my theory.” He revealed and I chuckled. “Should’ve better finished school then.” 

We reached his hotel and I parked on the pavement. When the car stopped, he turned his head over to me and our eyes met for what it felt like the hundredth of time today, but it still felt as magical as it did the first time. “I want to see you again.” He said under his breath with a vulnerable look on his face that let my heart ache a little, knowing that there might be no real future for us. 

“Me too.” 

“I am here for another day, then I have to leave to Spa.” The hurt look on his face felt like a bucket of ice water spilled right over my head. 

“Let’s meet tomorrow then, shall we?” I asked, trying to lift the mood. He nodded and the tired smile on his lips made my stomach twirl in anticipation. “Call me?” I asked and in return only received another nod from him. 

Lando opened the door and stepped out of the car, but then I remembered his hoodie that I was still wearing. “Lando, wait.” He looked at me again, confused and at the same time interested in what I had to say. “Your pullover.” I pull at the soft fabric and look down on the Mclaren logo. He shook his head. “You keep it. I like it better on you.” Not even waiting for my protest, he closed the door of the car and waved at me through the window before turning around and walking up to the entry of the hotel. I watched him leave and even after that, I still stood on the pavement with my car, unsure what to do with my night now that he was no longer there to make it exciting. 

The defeated look on his face when he said he wanted to see me again was probably the moment he realised that there simply was no chance for this type of love that we undeniably shared. We lived in two different worlds that could not be combined if I did not want to give up my dream of becoming a psychologist. 

Would meeting him again tomorrow make this pain worse that I was feeling already? I freshly came out of a break up, the last thing I wanted was to get my heart broken again. 

So I promised myself, when I meet him tomorrow, I would tell him what I want from this situation that obviously meant something to us both. 

Maybe there was a way to get to know him after all. 

When I was finally back at my apartment, I had completely lost track of time. I sat on the sofa, some series playing on the TV that had not been interesting to me from the first second, but I couldn’t just sit around staring at a wall while overthinking everything about my possible relationship to Lando and what I would do next, now that I knew he wanted to see me again. Instead, the voices of the actors played in the background like the orchestra on the Titanic while the ship sank.  

That was, when my phone lying next to me rang and my eyes widened at the loud ringing tone. 

I looked down at it and saw that it was Nico calling me. Why was she even up at midnight? I answered the phone and greeted my best friend. “Hey, you should sleep, Nico.” 

“Could say the same about you though.” She laughed through the speaker. “So, how was it? Are you Ms. Norris now?” The excitement in her voice immediately took me back to the moment when our lips met for the first time and sparked this fire in me that could not be tamed. I blushed at the memory of his hands on my skin and the feeling of his soft curls. 

“You kissed!” Nico screamed out and I looked at her with an embarrassed look on my face. 

“Seriously, Nico. Don’t pull out the psychology thing now.” I said, shyly looking down on my legs. 

“You need to tell me EVERYTHING. Like– fucking everything.” I hear her voice. 

I let out a loud sigh. It would most likely feel good to talk about what happened, but at the same time, I was scared to hear the raw truth that we are a losing-game. 

“Josie. Come on. Don’t let me come over there and pressure you into speaking. Spill. The. Tea.” The impatient tone in her voice made me laugh. 

“Okay, okay. Where should I start?” 

I told Nico everything. From getting up in the morning, deciding which outfit I should wear, arriving at the course and going to the VIP lounge. I described my unfortunate talk with Oscar in detail and then went on and on about how hot Lando looked during the entirety of the day. Until I then got to the most exciting part of the day. 

“At the end, I met him outside and we sat down on my car.” 

“ON your car?” Nico let out. “How hot is that please??” 

I chuckled before continuing with my talk. “We talked a lot about my studies and stuff like that and then suddenly, he kissed me.” 

I could hear Nicos gasp so loud that I didn’t want to know how loud it must’ve been in her room. “So you're telling me, the hottest Formula 1 driver out the entire grid kissed you?” 

“Why put so much punctuation on the you? Do you think I am not good enough for him?” I joked, but at the same time there was truth in my sarcastic words because I indeed did struggle to believe that I was the right one for him. 

“No, not like that. But he kissed you, not the other way around. Girl, you’re hookeddd.” 

I looked at my best friend with an unsure look on my face. “He wants to meet again tomorrow.” I told her, wanting advice on what I should do now. 

“Where?” 

“I don’t know, we wanted to talk again to agree on something.” 

“Call him right now.” She simply said and I was too stunned to speak at that insane idea. That was ridiculous! 

“No way.” I looked at the little time display in the top left corner of my phone. It was 0:10 am. Nothing would get me to call him and potentially wake him up for a second time. That man needed his sleep, and to be honest I needed too. The odds of finding sleep tonight when I would be calling my crush in the middle of the night were the smallest they’ve ever been. 

“Come on, Josie. Put in a bit of effort! You can send him a text message first and ask if he’s still up if you are worried about waking him.” Then she added in a whispering tone: “And think about it, there’s nothing hotter than late night talks.” 

I wanted to scream no and bring on one of the thousands of arguments that were in my mind just a second ago, but suddenly, I could not grasp one single counter-argument for this conversation. 

Nico won. Again. 

I let out a defeated sigh. “Okay… I’ll do it. But if he’s not responding to the text, I will not call him.” “Alright, do what you have to do, sweetie.” Nico said, but I heard in her voice that she was sitting in her apartment, smiling to herself because she just won another argument against me, just like she always does. 

I opened our chat and typed a simple message: “Hey, it’s me. U still up?” And before I could overthink it, I simply sent it. 

“Message sent.” I updated Nico and heard her clapping for me. 

“Good job, baby steps are the best steps.” She encouraged me as if I was a toddler on the phone with her supportive aunt. 

“Thanks, mom.” I sarcastically said, making her laugh. 

To be honest, Nico probably saved me from an approaching mental breakdown with her call and now her presence. Annoyed by the voices on my TV, I pressed the off-button on the remote and the screen went black, what a relief for my ears. 

“Nico, quick question about last lecture–” I wanted to change the topic to something a little more productive and relevant, but Lando’s response coming up as a notification on my screen interrupted it. Instead, I screamed out loud. 

“Josie?” There was serious panic in Nico’s voice. “Are you–” “I’m fine.” I quickly assured her because her worry made me feel absolutely horrible. “Lando answered.” I just said, too overwhelmed by what I should do now, and now it was her turn to let out a short scream, before she went back to the sassy, bossy girl that she just was and that I adored most about her. 

“Told ya. Better call him right now. What did he say though?” 

I opened the message and my heart rate rose as I read the few words that he typed in and sent them to me. 100 points go to Josie because she understood the concept of chatting. 

“Miss me already, love?” I read out to Nico and couldn’t help it, but read the words in his voice and immediately thought about how good the word “love” would sound with his British accent. 

“The sass??” She let out. “He’s a keeper, Jo. I’m telling you, if you don’t take him, I will.” 

“Too bad, because I am not letting him go after that.” I light-headedly responded and only realised what I had just decided the second the words left my mouth. “I want him.” I repeated, as if I had to say it one more time, so the words would really reach my brain.

“Of course you do!” Nico responded like it had been the most obvious thing ever. “But– I just broke up with Lukas.” I started to overthink. 

“Honey, I am sorry to break it to you, but you and Lukas lost your spark months ago, not just 3 days ago. You and him, that became sort of a habit, don’t you think?” I was speechless. Speechless because the thought had never crossed my mind before I called it off last Friday, but there was so much truth in them that it actually hurt like a fire was burning in my chest. 

“You’re right.” My voice got quiet, vulnerable. Understanding the words was a lot easier than embracing them and realising that I had spent too much of my time with a guy that was not worthy of my presence. 

“Of course I am, I always am.” This time, all the sarcasm had left Nico’s voice and instead was filled with something that I did not get very often. Sympathy. 

Next, Nico cleared her throat and said: “Now, do me a favor. Call Lando, have a good chat with him and don’t be afraid to speak about the deep stuff, alright?” 

I wanted to say something, but Nico was faster. “Don’t be so pessimistic, I dare you. I can feel the negative energy without even being in the same room with you. If you really want this, there is a way to build a relationship, even if you barely know each other.” 

With that, we said good night and hung up and I followed her orders and called Lando immediately. 

[mulletpermsicantlookaway]

The Last Cupbearer, Part 3: James Confronts His Past

For Part 2, click here: https://www.tumblr.com/mulletpermsicantlookaway/778889466409582592/the-last-cupbearer-part-2-devin-decides

The four of us escorted Devin home, with either Jeremy or Steve dribbling the basketball most of the time. On the way back, we stopped in a park and shot a few hoops. It was super casual. James and I can play basketball; we’re jocks, after all, but we aren’t serious competition for two members of the basketball team. On the way back to Steve’s, I asked, “So, could you bros fill me in? What’s this device that someone put on this Ben dude?”

James gave me a strange look, then said, “I think Jeremy’s probably figured it out, if he remembers any of what I told him a while back.”

Jeremy said, “Bro, you mean one of those Cups you talked about? Is that what happened to Ben?”

“It has to be, bro,” said James. “The way he’s acting, and the way you can smell it, Steve and I could tell from your description right away. We thought they were all gone, but obviously there was at least one left. Didn’t you say that Coach Sanders told you there were only a few of them left?”

“Yeah, dude,” agreed Jeremy, “that’s exactly what he said.”

“So,” James continued, “I was sure it was a Cup, but I asked Derek about Ben anyway. Derek never said anything outright. He just said something like ‘Coach and I thought Ben should learn he’s not smarter than his bros. And Coach thought we might need another guy or two for spring sports.’  Not what I would have done to teach Ben a lesson, but it wasn’t up to me. I suppose Ben’ll end up being a better person in the long run, but, bros, I’ve got to be honest: I was happier when I thought those Cups were all gone.”

I said, “So, bros, at the risk of sounding dumb, am I the only guy here who doesn’t know what these things are? How do they work?”

Steve said, “It looks pretty much like a regular cup you’d wear with a jockstrap, but it’s more than that. One of the bros grabs a nerd, puts this Cup over his junk, and then the nerd can’t take it off.  It stinks like old gym socks and ball sweat. It makes your junk vibrate all the time so you’re super horny, but you can’t touch yourself. And if you try, it freezes you or jolts you so that you don’t try it again. The coaches are the only ones who know how to remove the things. But by the time they take it off, it’s too late, because the Cup has already started changing you into a jock. Makes your cock and balls huge, and it changes you in other ways, too.”

“No shit,” I said, “that is fucking twisted. And that’s what happened to you?”

“Right to the point, eh, bro? Yeah, that’s what happened,” said Steve, “but I mean, I hardly remember it now. And I don’t usually talk about it, but now it doesn’t seem like a big deal. It was a little uncomfortable, but no worse than a hard workout.”

“You were less thrilled at the time, Steve-o,” said James.

“Maybe, Jimbo, but I still don’t get why the Cups bother you so much.”

And suddenly James snapped: “You want to know why? Because I was the one who put that fucking thing on you, Steve-o, and I don’t even remember fucking doing it! I’m the reason you don’t like chess anymore, that’s why! It’s all my fault. I couldn’t save you, I couldn’t save my best friend, and I sure as hell couldn’t save myself! Look at me, Steve; how the fuck can you love me after what I did?” I was dumbfounded. I’d never seen James lose control. Ever.

“Jimbo, Jimbo, none of that,” Steve said soothingly. Steve seemed unfazed: “Come here, baby. Come here, my big, beautiful man.” Steve embraced his boyfriend and kissed him softly while James racked his bulky frame with sobs and tears distorted his face. I’ve got to tell you bros, it was a strange sight. You don’t expect to see a big dude like that crying. Jeremy and I looked at each other wondering if we should leave the two of them alone. But Steve motioned us to stay.

Steve said, “Jimbo, look at me. Look me in the eyes. I love you – you – just the way you are.  And you know I’ve never blamed you for anything that happened. Fuck! You’re not God, Jimbo. You did the best you could, and you’re way too smart to think it was all your fault. What brought this on, Jimbo? You know you don’t want to give up what we have together, and you sure as hell don’t want to be a nerd again, so why all this now?”

“I dunno, babe. Knowing that another nerd got a Cup put on him, probably,” James said, a bit more calmly. “I was fine; I was, and then Jeremy and Chase becoming jocks started to stir up old feelings. And then Devin – and Ben. You have to admit that what Devin is going through with Ben now is so much like what I went through with Tyler. But Tyler now, my best bro Tyler, that’s who really threw me for a loop, not that he had a clue. I was over at Tyler’s last night, you know, just chilling, watching a game, and Ty-boy started reminiscing about the two of us in grade school playing sports together. Fuck, Steve-o, I’m sure he believes it. He doesn’t remember now that he wasn’t always a jock. And that he and I didn’t fucking grow up playing sports together. But you know what’s worse? I remember what he does. I remember playing football with Tyler in grade school and hanging out with him and our little peewee football bros, just like it was yesterday. It feels so real, even though I still know in my head it never fucking happened. I’m going to be just like him, Steve-o; I’m sure of it. Soon, it’ll all be gone. My old self will be gone. I won’t remember anything but being a jock.”

“Babe, your old self won’t really be gone; he’s still part of you and always will be. Life is change, bro,” Steve said. “No one stays the same. No one. You think you wouldn’t have changed? Sure, you and Tyler and I changed more, well, dramatically than most people, but you still weren’t going to stay the same dude that you were forever. Jimbo, my man, my big, beautiful bro, for your sake and mine, it’s time to move the fuck on. And if that means you forget that you weren’t always a jock, that’s okay. You need to be okay with who you are now. Who you are is pretty hot shit, you know. You’ve got a ton going for you. Ask yourself, Jimbo, would you really want to go back? Would you really want to be a nerd again?”

James said, “No. No fucking way. Absolutely not.”

“Then stop trying to hold onto the past. Tyler’s not complaining, and neither am I.  You’re a fucking awesome dude, bro. Enjoy the life you’ve got. And be realistic, Jimbo. You know a guy as smart as you really should go to college, and your mother could never have afforded it. Now you’ll be able to go on a football scholarship.”

James wiped the remaining tears off his face with his hand. “I think I was hoping for an academic scholarship – at the time, anyway. I wonder what Dad would think, seeing me now. Would he be proud of me, I wonder.”

“Jimbo,” Steve said, “seriously: I’m sure if your dad were still alive that he’d be as proud of you as I am. Why wouldn’t he be? You’re a talented athlete, you’re fucking smart, and you take great care of your mom.”

“Almost the last thing he ever told me, Steve-o: ‘Take care of your mother; you’ll have to be the man of the house now.’ Damn. I didn’t mean to go there. At least I can still remember Dad, and I’m thankful for that, believe me.  I’m sorry; you’re right, as usual. I need to move on. I thought I had, but I hadn’t, not really. And bros,” James said, indicating Jeremy and me, “I’m sorry you had to witness me acting like a moron. Fuck, what a night! I don’t usually lose it like that.”

“Dude, you don’t need to apologize to Jeremy and me. We’re your bros; we’ve got your back,” I said. “Jeremy and I are super happy with our lives. Jeremy sure doesn’t blame you for anything, and as for me, well – Jeremy knows this already, but maybe you don’t. I made the same choice Devin’s making: I became a jock for love, bro. Seriously, Jeremy and I owe everything to you and Steve. And did you ever think that maybe the reason you had to go through what you did is so that you’d be there to help Devin when he needed you? So that we’d all be there to help Devin when he needed us?”

“I hadn’t thought of that, actually,” said James. “I’ve just been feeling sorry for myself. I forgot to think about my bros, and my bros need me. I’m sorry. You had my back, and now I need to have yours. You’re absolutely right, Chase, and thank you. Thank you and Jeremy for being good friends, and thank you, Steve-o, for being the best boyfriend a bro could ever have. I sure don’t deserve you. You’re the hottest guy in school.”

“I always thought you were the hottest guy in school,” said Steve.

“I give, Steve-o. I’d love to argue with you, but I’ve never been able to say no to you.”

“I think Jeremy’s the hottest guy in school, so I have to disagree with both of you, but I think we’re all due for a group bro hug,” I said, embracing as much of James as I could and pulling Jeremy in with me.

After a few moments, James said, “Thanks again, bros. That helped a lot. Now we’d better head for home and be ready to help Devin become the best bro he can be.” James paused, then said, “Steve-o, I think I’m finally ready to clear out my closet and get rid of my old nerd shit. Maybe I’ll keep a comic book or two. There were some pretty hot dudes in a couple of them.” He grinned.

“Good for you, Jimbo,” Steve replied. “I’ll help, if you want. You’ll keep the story, though, won’t you?”

“Story?” I asked.

“Yeah,” said Steve, “Jimbo wrote down the whole story of what happened to him, you know, with the Cup.”

“Dude, sick!” I said. “I had no idea. That’s so cool! I’d like to read it.”

“Maybe, bro, maybe I’ll let you read it,” James said. “Funny thing about that story: I read it again last night, after I got back from Ty-boy’s place. I hadn’t looked at it in a long time. It’s good, I suppose, that I wrote it down, but now it just reads to me like some sci-fi story I made up. A lot of what I said happened I don't remember now, and I sure don’t remember being that guy. It's not who I am anymore. It just doesn’t seem real.”

“Look, bro,” I said, “If the story’s good, it doesn’t matter if everything in it is real, does it?”

James looked at me for a moment, then he rolled his eyes and chuckled. “I suppose not,” he said. “Sure, if you want to read it, dude, read it, and then you can tell me what you think. Right now, Devin’s what’s important.”

“You know,” said Steve, “I’m glad we’re helping Devin. He’s a good little dude. I think he’ll make a great bro. Who knows, maybe Dev and I will both end up back on the chess team again. Our bros might need us.”

“Maybe, Steve-o. Maybe. Stranger things have happened. I should fucking know,” James said.

To be continued

[chishiyasdearjacket]

Chapter 2: A Dangerous Alliance

Part 2: The game escalates, forcing them to rely on each other. Tension builds as their different moral compasses become more apparent.

Masterlist: The King's Decree

The game was shifting.

The moment the second decree was issued, the players fractured into chaos. Accusations flew, alliances formed and broke within seconds, and fear was spreading like wildfire.

Chishiya and Y/N stood at the edge of it all, watching. Calculating.

A vote. That was all it took for someone to die.

And people were already scrambling to ensure it wouldn’t be them.

---

A Test of Control

"You knew something like this was coming, didn’t you?" Y/N murmured, voice just loud enough for Chishiya to hear over the frantic whispers around them.

Chishiya’s smirk was almost lazy. "It was a possibility."

She hummed, unconvinced. "And yet, you didn’t warn anyone."

His sharp gaze flicked to hers. "Neither did you."

Y/N exhaled a quiet laugh. "Fair enough."

The countdown had begun. Two minutes to decide who would die next.

She could see it already—the way people were looking at the weak links, the easiest targets. The nervous man from earlier, the one she suspected knew more than he let on, was clutching his arms tighter, eyes darting around.

"Any preferences?" Chishiya mused, tilting his head toward the crowd.

Y/N didn’t answer right away. She wasn’t the type to kill for sport, but she wasn’t naive either. The wrong vote could cost her later.

"Not yet," she finally said. "But I do know one thing."

Chishiya raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

She stepped closer, lowering her voice. "They’re going to target the weakest first. We should use that to our advantage."

His smirk widened. "So you do have a ruthless side."

She met his gaze, unwavering. "I have a practical side."

For a second, there was something unreadable in his expression. Amusement, maybe. Or something deeper.

Then, he chuckled. "Alright, then. Let’s play."

---

The First Betrayal

It happened fast.

The nervous man—her first suspect—was the easy target. The group latched onto his hesitance like sharks smelling blood. Pleas turned to shouting, desperation turned to cruelty, and within seconds, his fate was sealed.

The final vote came. His collar blinked red.

A choked gasp, then silence.

He was gone.

Y/N barely blinked. She didn’t enjoy it, but she understood it.

Chishiya, on the other hand, looked entirely unbothered.

"Well," he mused, slipping his hands into his hoodie pockets, "that was predictable."

Y/N shot him a look. "And yet, you didn’t say a word to stop it."

His smirk was infuriating. "Would it have mattered?"

She didn’t answer. Because she knew the truth.

No. It wouldn’t have.

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A Fractured Team

The group was down to four.

And the King was still hidden among them.

The next decree was coming. Y/N could feel it. The game was designed to escalate. The closer they got to the end, the crueler it would become.

And she and Chishiya?

They were running out of time to figure this out.

"We need to take control of the next vote," she muttered under her breath, watching the others.

Chishiya hummed. "You sound like you’re enjoying this."

She shot him a dry look. "I enjoy winning."

His smirk returned. "Good."

Because in a Hearts game like this, second place didn’t exist.

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To Be Continued in Chapter 3...

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This chapter deepens their dynamic—Y/N is still holding onto morality, while Chishiya plays his usual detached, calculating role. Let me know if you want any tweaks before I move on to the final chapter!

Taglist: @r1nn13

[hotasfahrenheit]

the extra long university BL thing: Perfect 10 Liners vs We Are

something that @poetry-protest-pornography and i started discussing the other day and that i just started getting into with @tortibomb in some reblogs is the differences between Perfect 10 Liners vs We Are, which are in many ways similar shows on the surface, but for me at least, P10L is working SO MUCH BETTER and has kept me captivated for 20+ episodes already where We Are had me complaining about how slow it was and itching for it to be over by episode 10, and barely held my interest to make it to the end at episode 16. why is that?

the main, most important difference between the two shows is in the structuring and how that has drastically effected the pacing of the plot and the focus on the characters. We Are was set up like a traditional college drama, with a whole set of main character couples to follow, and a handful of secondary characters that pop up through the series. there was one timeline happening through the show besides some flashbacks sprinkled in here and there, and we followed the entire group as they went through various events and struggles and falling in love with each other. at 16 episodes, even tho the characters were likable, the story felt unwieldy and slow for a lot of it, and i had to watch most episodes sped up to get through them and even doing it sped up felt like a struggle sometimes. i know a lot of people absolutely loved this show, but watching it a few months after it aired was rough, and it took me a long time to get through all the episodes because i just kept deciding to watch other things instead.

Perfect 10 Liners, in contrast, has a set of main character couples as well, but the show has used three story arcs to pull the main characters in and out of focus instead of trying to keep them all in the forefront the entire time, and it's made a WORLD of difference. the first arc (hah) mainly focused on Arc and Arm in an extended multi-episode flashback, but did tease the other couples here and there in a more current timeline. the way that they were then moved into being side characters for the next couple, Yotha and Gun, let the story feel fresh again while still having familiar characters around. beginning to set down the building blocks for Faifah and Wine in the second arc made the transition into the third even better since the seeds were planted so that you want to care about them and their story by the time it's their arc. you're already invested, and you're ready for them to take over the lead spot.

the problem with attempting to have four main couples all some degree of active at the same time in We Are meant that everything was spread too thin across the episodes. we got a small amount of progression for each couple sprinkled into episodes, and when all that is then spread over 16 episodes, it made the story feel achingly slow. i know a lot of people who actively watched the show while it was airing weekly didn't feel like there was an issue with the pacing, but i missed out on the weekly viewing and my viewing of it started as binge watching the first few episodes on a plane trip. after that trip and further into the show, i hit a point where i was spacing the episode watching out between other things and sometimes letting days or even a week or two pass between episodes, and i still struggled to finish the show. the cast couldn't save it for me, the characters couldn't save it for me. it was a struggle. i was watching episodes sped up and it was still hard to focus on them and care about what was going on.

meanwhile, Perfect 10 Liners has had me the whole run. with the cycling of the main characters, we've also had different sets of side characters introduced to go with them, and that hasn't felt overwhelming or cumbersome to the story. the shifting of the plot has felt like a natural progression between leads, and having the settings change a little has helped keep it fresh. the arcs have kept any part of the story from feeling like it goes on for too long; even something that's carried through, like the bad relationships that Yotha and Faifah both have with their mom, have been handled differently between their arcs as we've seen their problems from two different perspectives. the show feels more like it could have been three short seasons of one show instead of one show run all at once. being able to see each of the main couples function past the point of them finally getting together has been a bonus of the second and third arcs, as they've stepped aside once their arc is done. it's added a lot to the overall narrative, and made the whole thing just flow better.

when they announced Perfect 10 Liners was going to be 24 episodes, i was flabbergasted. i didn't think there was any way i would be able to handle watching the whole show, and i guessed that i would have to watch it sped up like i did with We Are. i've been so pleasantly surprised by it, and as it's drawing to a close, i'm finding myself sad that it's going to be over and i won't have all these beloved idiots on my screen on sundays anymore, when they've been with us for so long at this point.

also to be clear, if you haven't watched We Are yet, this isn't me telling you to not watch it. everyone likes different things, and just because i struggled with watching it doesn't mean you won't like it. maybe the structure of Perfect 10 Liners will drive you crazy. maybe you'll love both! maybe you'll hate both! everything is subjective! i just wanted to write about the thing that's made the difference for me. go forth and watch whatever shows you want and enjoy whatever you like! that's the beauty of having so many options these days.

the real thing i hope for coming out of both shows tho for real is MARC AND POON LEAD ACTORS WHEN because they were SO GREAT in both shows and they just need their own series already. pls. i'm begging you, gmmtv.

[marsskaterboii]

There's 2 points I want to add to this: set-up for the last trilogy and Molly's choice.

The only reason for Fitz to end up with Molly at the end of the Tawny Man Trilogy really is for them to sire Bee. Don't get me wrong, I loved Bee. But once you've read all the books, well... Nighteyes dying, Burrich dying and the Fool leaving so that Molly might possibly take Fitz back strikes me as an almost cheap set-up for the next series. Which is totally fine for an author to do! But as readers, we did care more about the Fool than Molly in the end. To me, Fitz ending up with Molly was the least Robin Hobb could do in the face of ripping the Fool away. A scrap of the happy ending we could have gotten.

Which brings me to point two, would Molly have chosen Fitz if he'd been bonded to Nighteyes and friends with the Fool? I imagine that perhaps, Molly and Fitz could have rekindled their friendship if Burrich had brought Fitz home, and might have eventually rekindled their love too, once Burrich died of old age. And I'd argue that she still would have chosen Fitz in this situation, even bonded to Nighteyes and the Fool. We know she wants to be a priority, wants to be chosen above the crown. However, that does not mean he has to abandon his entire family. She could be a priority in his life, while he still maintained the Wit-bond and close friendships. These things aren't exclusive! Being with her or serving the crown, those thing were exclusive! I don't think Molly was opposed to, or disgusted by Witted folk. Her husband and son were, after all. Neither then, would a Wit-partner offend her. Similarly, I dont think we do her justice by thinking she wouldn't have wanted Fitz to have close friends like the Fool. And you know what? In this set-up, we could still have had the third trilogy!

Set-up idea: Prilkop went back to Clerres, as he wanted to. The Four tortured the information about Beloved and his catalyst out of Prilkop. Guided by that and their prophecies, they set out to capture the 'Unexpected Son'. Meanwhile, Fitz and Molly had their happy marriage. Their youngest daughter looks oddly similar to the Fool (which could raise tension between him and Bee, bc people assume he is her father). Molly dies, and Fitz grieves. While on an errand with the Fool, his home is invaded, Bee captured. The rest of the story as we know it unfolds (more or less).

In conclusion: WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL AND LACK NONE OF THE DRAMA OR TRAGEDY, THE LOVE WOULD JUST HAVE BEEN ALL THE SWEETER

tawny man trilogy spoilers

i was in the middle of writing an essay on why i found the endgame relationship of the fool's fate a bit annoying and i realized it boils down to two issues:

fitz and molly's relationship never felt to me like it was supposed to be endgame - i think it was a pretty cool failed relationship, which was supposed to serve as a lesson to fitz and a bitter reminder that he cannot always take what he wants regardless of the consequences; furthermore i never felt molly was that important of a character in the later books, compared to nighteyes and the fool. she doesn't appear in the second trilogy at all until the very end come on...

(and i joked about how the fool is getting so much description in fitz's pov BUT SERIOUSLY, all i rememeber about molly is that she's a woman and has hair , while the fool is getting extensive descriptions almost every chapter, and that kind of sends the message on whom the reader should focus on more no??)

fitz has been childishly feeling wronged for sixteen years and the ending seemed to confirm his belief? - i genuinely thought that the punchline of fitz feeling jealous and angry that the two people he cared about fell in love because they were good for each other and they also thought he was dead would be him moving on and accepting the fact that he can take a different role in their life and appreciate it AND NOT "sometimes if you love someone, and wait long enough, and remind yourself that they are meant for you, and are probably waiting for you, regardless of the life and relationships they built for themselves, you will be rewarded by getting them back". everything seems to confirm fitz's conviction that molly was somehow wrongfully stolen from him and they can finally be together? nighteyes dying (when it was said at some point that molly wouldn't accept his bond with fitz and would make him choose), burrich dying and the fool leaving (bc he knew molly wouldn't accept his friendship with fitz) seem to all be obstacles conveniently moved out of the way of fitz getting back with his ex-girlfriend as though that was the reward he's been working for all this time?

i guess what im trying to say is, even though i as a reader don't have to be (and shouldn't be) on board with every decision a character makes, you'd think that his happy ending (mid-ending?) and the endgame (mid-game?) relationship would at least not make me want to write an angry essay on tumblr dot com yet here i am

(look at me, writing a whole ass rant when it was supposed to be just two bullet points)