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minihotdog · 1 year ago

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Caught Red Handed // Part 1

Summary: Soap Catches His Roommate Reading an Erotic Novel

Part 2

Pairing: John "Soap" Mactavish x Fem!Reader

a/n: Most likely gonna be a follow up fic for this, already brainstorming

c/w: oral (F receiving), a little penetration

word count: 2k

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You sat on the end of the couch curled up in a blanket, completely enthralled by the book in your hands. Your nose is buried inside the pages and you only move to readjust your glasses every once in a while.

Soap saunters into the kitchen to get some water, noticing you in a trance-like state as he reaches for a glass. He calls your name to no avail. Eventually, he gives up and plops down on the other end of the couch and your eyes rip away from the book to him. You cautiously put the book down on your lap, hoping he hadn’t caught some of the words.

“What are ye readin’ tha’ has ye blushin’ like tha’?”

“Huh?” You pretend to not know what he’s talking about and try, nonchalantly, to cover the book with your blanket. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just a little warm.”

He eyes you, not believing a word of what you’re saying and you try to play it off as if your soul didn’t jump out of your skin from him interrupting you while reading the most filthy paragraphs of your life.

Soap raises an eyebrow at you, a smirk appears on his face. Heat continues to rise to your face as his muscles bulge while he scratches the back of his neck. He always lounged around in a pair of gray sweats, chest exposed. You always assumed you were used to it until you were close enough to take all of him in. The Scottish flag on his left pec and a quote on his ribs you had yet to get close enough to read, and worst of all, the sheer size of him.

“Yer full o’ shite,” He accuses you playfully. “Let me see then?” The two of you stare at each other for a moment before you toss the blanket at him as a distraction and take off running. He fights off the blanket and is hot on your heels as you try to hide the book in your room.

He comes up behind you and snatches it from your hands.

“Johnny! No!” He holds the book above his head and you’re jumping up, trying to take it from him.

“Alright, alright. I’ll give it back.” You put your hand out and he turns, running into his room. You follow him only for the door to shut in your face with a click.

“Give me my book back!” You try to open the door, banging on it when it won’t budge.

“Be quiet, I’m readin’.” He shouts through the door.

You put your forehead on the door, cursing yourself for reading such a thing when you had someone like him around.

“Why’s there a big lad wearin’ a kilt on the front?”

Your eyes close and your hands cover your face. You stood there about to die of embarrassment thinking about how this couldn’t get any worse, until…

“His body was as hard as steel, forged frae generations of resistance against the soothern British armies - fuckin’ Brits -.” He murmurs the last bit before continuing. “Her hands ran ower his muscles as he slid his throbbin’ member intae her soaked…WOAH!”

“Johnny, stop!” You plea for him to stop reading. Your ears hurt at the sound of it being read out loud.

The room falls silent for a while and you call out his name once again. The quiet fuels your embarrassment. It feels like a thousand years go by before he opens the door and stands in the frame, holding the book at his waistline. He points at you with a wicked smile,

“Oh, yer a dirty, lass.” You snatch the book from him and stop towards your room.

“John Mactavish, you are so nosey!” He laughs as you shut and lock your door so you can read in peace.

***

You tip-toe out of your room, not quite ready to confront your roommate after the events earlier in the day. You poked your head into the kitchen, seeing his mohawk peaking over the other side of the half wall separating the two rooms. You quietly enter the kitchen, turning your back to him to try and open the refrigerator, hoping that the TV is loud enough to cover the sound of the door opening.

“Y/n, ye done being mad?” He taunts, resting with his forearms on the half wall, looking right at you. You stick your tongue out at him and he chuckles. He never took you seriously when you were mad at him. To piss you off, he’d often tell you that you reminded him of one of those little dogs, angry as hell and completely unaware of how small they were.

He motions to the couch, “Come watch a movie wit me.” You shake your head and he whines, “O’ c’mon, y/n.”

“Fiiiine.”

You walk over and sit on the other end of the small couch, your nerves building up in your stomach. Soap is wrapped up in your blanket. You glance over at him as you rub the fabric on your pj shorts. He scratches his scruff and his eyes slowly meet yours. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, “Wha’s wrong, lass?”

Your eyes drop, heat rising to your cheeks from being caught staring.

“Nothing.”

“Lassie, there’s nothin’ wrong wit readin’ those types o’ books.” A mischievous smirk plays on his lips, “There’s nothin’ wrong wit wantin’ a big Scotsman tae throw ye around and fuck ye silly either.”

You hide yourself with your hands, not wanting him to see the horrified look on your face. He scoots over to you, wrapping you in a bear hug.

“Oh, innocent little y/n has a dark side, I cannae believe it!”

“Nooo!” You squeal, “Stop bringing it up!”

You turn to push him away but he locks an arm on both sides of the armrest behind you, trapping you. His blue eyes bore into your soul making you squirm.

“So, tell me, Ye read tha’ because ye like it? Or did ye wish it was another Scotsman ye know?” He tilts his head, looking up as if he’s trying to remember something. “His grasp on my throat tightened as his thrusts became harder, pushin’ me over the edge… Is that what she said?” You cover his mouth with your hands and he grabs your wrists in one hand, pulling them off.

“I’ll make yer little dreams come true, just tell me ye want me.”

Your breath catches as you try to speak, “Johnny…” You’re left not knowing what to say to him. He catches you off guard, pulling you onto your back by your hips. His body forces your legs open and he rests his weight on his forearms. His lips graze your ear, “I see ye lookin’ me up and down all the time, lass.” His hand travels down your body to cup your pussy through your shorts. A wave of heat shoots through your body. “I hear ye moanin’ my name at night when ye play with yerself, now I catch ye readin’ a book about some lad wrecking a wee thing.” He pushes the hem against your clit and you grip his shoulders.

“Jus’ admit it and I’ll be more than happy to give it to ye.” His hand grabs your jaw, giving it a taunting little shake. He holds himself above you, eyes glued to your lips, whispering, “C’mon, c’mon,” encouraging you to answer.

You find the courage to speak, the fire coursing through your body is unbearable.

“Johnny, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus.” He mutters before coming down to kiss you, pressing his bulge against you through his sweats. His lips move with yours, his kiss leaves you feeling hypnotized. By the time he begins pulling your shorts down, you’re seeing stars. He throws the shorts off to the side and his fingers run over the wet patch on your panties. He lets out a shaky breath, and he takes in the sight of you. Legs spread for him with your nipples poking through your oversized t-shirt. Your big doe eyes watch his every move as he positions himself lower on the couch, throwing your legs over his back.

He kisses down your thighs, nipping at the soft flesh, until he reaches where you want him most. He leaves one last kiss on your clit through the fabric before pulling it down your legs. He groans, watching you drip for him. He parts your lips with his thumbs and licks a stripe up to your clit. “Oh, lass.” He moans, tasting you on his tongue. He leaves slow licks on your clit, savoring the small sounds he’s coaxing out of you. He looks up at you from between your legs, as you squirm,

“Quit fuckin’ tryin’ to get away fra’ me.” He wraps his arms around your thighs forcing them to squeeze his head and continues lapping at your clit. He was usually impatient when he was in this position, wanting to draw out the most erotic sounds from whoever he was blessed with his tongue, to drink from them like a man stuck in the desert. Of course, he would do the same to you, but at this moment he wanted to revel in what he had fantasized about doing for so long. His beloved roommate whom he dreamed of, and spent so many nights imagining beneath him had his head in between her legs.

He closes his lips around your clit flicking it repeatedly. The attack on your sensitive nub has you arching your back. His name falls from your lips, your eyes clamp shut, one hand tangling in his overgrown mohawk and the other digging its nails into his arm.

He goes back and forth from flicking your clit quickly and leaving long licks, lapping up your wetness.

“Johnny,” You breathe out. His name being drawn out from you causes his cock to ache every single time. One of his hands rips your shirt up, exposing your breasts. He kneads the soft flesh, giving the mound a gentle slap. He moans when your hips move against his mouth.

“Oh, what a good girl.” He gives his head a shake, letting his tongue move with it. The motion has you mewling as your orgasm begins to build up.

“Johnny, p-please I’m gonna-” Your words trail off as he eats you out like you’re his last meal. His scruff scratches against your thighs leaving the skin irritated as he bobs his head, licking away. His pace doesn’t slow when you gasp and begin squeezing around nothing. Your hand keeps him in place while you ride out your high. His name fills the room in a chant. Your body jerks violently as the waves continue hitting you even longer due to him not wanting to stop.

He cleans you up, groaning at the mess you made. His mouth leaves a gentle kiss on your overly sensitive clit before he rises from his position. He wipes his chin off, his eyes cloudy just like yours.

“Fuck, lass. Yer addictin’.” His rough calloused hands run over your curves. He pulls your shirt completely off and leans down to give you a deep kiss. He trails down leaving wet kisses all over your neck. He goes further, leaving hickeys on your breasts, catching one of your perky nubs in his mouth. He then licked from between your breasts and up your neck, giving you one more kiss before pulling away to free himself from his sweats. He kicks them off and kneels in front of you completely bare. The sight of him and his body has you dripping once again. His piercing blue eyes were darker than normal, his hair a mess from you holding onto it for dear life, his muscles contracting with every movement. Your eyes run over him, admiring every part of him until you get further down.

“Oh dear god, Johnny.” You gasp. He lets go of his member and it slaps down on your stomach. He was long and thick, the head was bright red with a bead of precum threatening to fall from it. “No wonder you’re such a cocky ass.”

He laughs at your playful insult.

“We’ll see how much talkin’ yer gonna be doing in a second.”

He rubs the tip on your sensitive clit causing you to jump. He teases you by running the length of his cock in between your pussy lips, collecting the wetness. Both your eyes are glued to the pornographic scene.

“I better never catch you readin’ one of those books again, lovie.”

“Why’s t-that?”

“Because I’m a better fuck than tha’ clown you were readin’ about.”

You roll your eyes at his cockiness. In all truth, he was a little upset that you were drooling over some scot in a book when you had him right here. His competitiveness with the fictional character was enough to fuel him.

He positions his tip at your entrance, poking into you slightly.

“Alright, lass. Deep breath.”

You listen, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

“Ready?” He looks down at you with a gentle smile. You nod your head and he focuses back on your dripping core. “Finally got ye where I want ye.” He mutters, shifting his weight. The fat head of his cock slides into you, your eyes go wide and your mouth falls open.

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atoltia · 5 months ago

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March can be easily flustered...

...If he was aware that the things that he did or were done to him were to be taken as gestures of affection, whether it be platonic or romantic.

There was a method to his madness. Simplicity in logic was to be preferred over convoluted solutions and discussions. The most direct course of action to reach perfection, even when that particular avenue could be misconstrued into something else.

But he couldn't always see it.

When you pointed out that he was being sweet when he gave you that hoe (after fully insulting you, please do not forget) knowing full well how much pride he has on his work, how much blood and sweat he spent on meticulously crafting it to the best it could be, he was a blubbering mess.

He was sober that time so he had the mind to throw you out of the shop with a rather hasty slam to the door, leaving you cackling loud enough for him to hear from inside the blacksmith (loud enough, mind you, to wake up Olric from wherever the hell he was taking a nap).

That one moment you told him that you found it sweet that he took the time to teach you on how to use his forge (with the thickly veiled threat that he will break your arms if you so much as damage his equipment. Don't worry, you threatened to shove his sorry ass into the fire if he ever tried. Both of you had to pull Olric away from the forge because he would have actually fallen into it after laughing so much at the both of you), you were sure he was gonna have a stroke.

When you heard him mention at the Saturday market that he liked hot chocolate, he banged his shin into the stall accidentally when he saw that you bought him a cup (he did accuse you of bribing Darcy to poison it, though. Little shit had the gall to slap your hand away like a greedy little gremlin when you tried to take it back. Both of you were bickering so much that the poor cup of hot chocolate had to be saved by Olric lest it get spilled).

Little instances led you to believe that the man was just a blubbering mess of nerves and embarrassment whenever he ever gets associated with being sweet.

But then there was that time when he took your hand into his, examined every digit, ever crevice, every scratch, every contusion with such intimate concentration that you thought your heart would fail from beating so fast (you didn't even hear him lecture you about being a dumbass in the mines again while he bandaged you, so congratulations on that little victory).

There was that time where you injured your hand (again) and was unable to properly eat your meal. Josephine offered to help you but the gremlin of a man already took it upon himself to feed you himself, all the while continuing the lecture that he started two days before (don't worry, you were much too focused on his very close proximity to you and not choking on the food that you didn't have the mental capacity to process whatever the fuck he was saying).

And then there was that time, one horrible autumn morning, that that fake redhead came barreling towards you, come to a full stop, and rather abruptly press his forehead into yours. You felt yourself short circuit for a moment, hyper aware of the fact that he smelled like nice cinnamon chocolate, both his warm, calloused hands gently pressed at your shoulders to keep you steady, that you didn't even realize that he was berating you for sporting a fever after overworking yourself for the nth time this season (not even when he hauled your ass up his shoulders and dumped you at the clinic himself. Valen wasn't sure if she was impressed or horrified).

None of these changes the fact that he was a wuss at being given compliments. But maybe, just maybe, he was also too dense at being able to pick up on the way his method of care ripped your heart into a torrent of emotion, turning you into the blushing, heart clutching disaster that you often thought of him as. And yeah, maybe you were a little lovestruck. Him too, possibly. Probably. Who the fuck knows. Neither of you surely don't.

(And between you and me, you wouldn't have it any other way.)

(You still hope the son of a bitch kisses you sometime soon, though.)

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avocado-writing · 11 months ago

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Ok this request might be a bit specific but can you write headcanons for halsin,astarion ,dammon karlach and lae'zel (feel free to add any other character if you want) when their petite partner comes back from fighting the god of death and suddenly they're towering over them? (It's temporary but they'll take advantage of the fact that they can carry halsin)

This happened to me in my play through, I kept trying to remove items from my inventory because I was slower and it wasn't until I came across halsin in the camp that I was like " hold on... Halsin why are you so tiny???" Then realised

LMAO i have never had this!!! do you change size during the myrkul battle? that's SO funny if so. gonna change the prompt to be a bit less specific, but will still include a size change! under a cut bc nsfw, minors dni

Astarion

your shadow falls over him. he looks up. and up, and up. "oh... darling. you've... grown."

you apologise and tell him that this is only temporary, but he really doesn't seem to mind it all that much.

sits in your lap and likes to feel very small, curling up like a cat. you can practically hear him purr.

when you go to bed that night, if you're intimate, he'll enjoy straddling you and feeling how wide his legs have to splay around your wide hips.

he falls asleep on top of you, like you're his giant pillow. it makes him feel safe and protected.

he's woken up when you're back to your usual size, slapping at him to move off you - he's crushing you!

Halsin

he feels relieved not to be the tall one for once. it's nice for him to look up at you!

"my, when you're this size, i can appreciate all of you so much more... see magnified what nature has blessed you with..."

if you're comfortable with your size he wildshapes into something small so that he can really enjoy how big you are. little cat halsin nestled in your huge shirt <3

pick him up and carry him to bed. he's thrilled.

when you lay together that night he labours over every lovely inch of you, musing in great detail about how wonderful you are, how he enjoys you feeling so large compared to him...

but the next day he is just as happy to have you back to your normal body. no matter how you look, you are perfect.

Karlach

like Halsin, she is so pleased to be the small one for a while.

keeps wanting to compare the size of her hand to yours. they're so big now! amazing!

can't stop giggling when you reach down to kiss her. likes it when you cup her face.

when you have sex, she's thrilled by how small she feels, how you can take control of her a bit physically.

afterwards she just lays there going. "wow. wow. WOW."

lets you know that she wouldn't mind a repeat performance...

Lae'zel

is confused, but you can see her try and hide a smile.

"an interesting development. is this permanent?" "it shouldn't be." "hmm. then we shall explore what it means later."

before you go to bed, she's pleased to have you slightly stronger in order to help her around the camp. you can hold her weapons and stuff for her while she sharpens them lmao

at night you can tell she's thrilled when she dominates you and you're this size. you're both even more exhausted than usual the next day, and she's just smug.

Dammon

you walk into his forge and start knocking stuff over accidentally

probably bang your head too...

he's so surprised and helps you get your bearings, asking what's happened.

you explain you took this elixir and in order to help him more in the forge... but now you're just causing a ruckus.

he smiles sweetly and brings you down for a kiss, reassuring you there's no problem and it was a sweet idea.

probably gets you to sit to the side and keep him company while he works though, he doesn't want you hurting yourself!

and bonus:

Gale

my man loves to be thrown around a bit. prove me wrong.

eyes light up when you walk in.

does a lot of experiments to test your altered strength. you suggest maybe you'd prefer to explore hypotheticals in the bedroom...

you pick him up and carry him, bridal-style, to the bedroom.

pin him against the wall and suck his cock until he's a whimpering mess...

you need a lot of aftercare for him because he becomes easily overstimulated but keeps asking for more. wears his massive love bites with pride the next day <3

#astarion x tav #astarion x reader #gale x tav #gale x reader #halsin x tav #halsin x reader #karlach x tav #karlach x reader #lae'zel x tav #lae'zel x reader #dammon x tav #dammon x reader #dammon bg3 x reader #my writing #request

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bluejaysandblackbats · 9 days ago

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Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Bruce survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 10/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Ten: Truth and Secrets

After Harvey left for his debate, Martha asked Bruce to stay in and talk to her. Bruce hugged his knees on the couch as he looked at Alfred and his parents. “Please don’t say Harvey can’t stay here. I know he’s always here, but he’s—.”

“Sweetheart, we love Harvey. He’s practically family… And we have no problem with you talking to him about this because I don’t expect you to keep secrets from your best friend,” Martha interrupted.

Bruce relaxed, but he kept hugging his knees and rocking back and forth. “What’s this about then? Is this about me forging Dad’s signature on the fast-track independent study form?” Bruce asked. Martha and Thomas looked at each other.

“Why would you forge my signature on—? Hold on… Fast track is for kids who want to graduate early,” Thomas whispered, “Why wouldn’t you just talk to me about that? When are you trying to graduate?”

“Junior year,” Bruce replied, “You didn’t know about that?”

“No… Maybe you should listen for a minute to find out what we’re talking about before you dig yourself into a hole, chum,” Thomas suggested. Bruce hid his mouth and nose in his crossed arms.

Martha took a deep breath and pushed her bangs out of her face. “The other night, Miss Martha came out of my bedroom,” Alfred reminded him.

“Yeah… Mom was drunk, but it’s no big deal. She explained—. You lied,” Bruce realized in real-time. Thomas reached out. “Dad, do you know what they’re talking about?”

“Yeah… That’s what we wanted to tell you. Don’t interrupt because it’s not as bad as you think. Remember how I told you Alfred’s been by my side since I was in college?” Thomas questioned. Bruce nodded. “He’s been a bit more than that to me all this time. We fell in love in Lyon when we were on vacation… And then we met your mom. It was competitive between us at first, but we all realized that—. In simple terms—. Would anyone like to butt in?” Thomas asked.

“I found out about Alfred and your father, and we all talked. Thomas proposed the idea that we all stay together, and Alfred insisted that I marry Thomas to make sense of it all to the public since we were already in love. It wasn’t a matter of choosing who I loved more, it was about choosing which marriage proved to be the best opportunity for the three of us… And then you came along,” Martha explained.

“Is Alfred my—?”

Thomas shook his head. “We know for sure. Trust me on that,” Thomas replied.

Bruce looked at Alfred. “So, you were—? Why are you telling me all of this now? Are you guys gonna move into one room now?” Bruce asked. “Do you want me to call Alfred dad, too?”

“Master Bruce, nothing’s changed. I have always cared for you, and I—.” Alfred stopped talking and gestured to Martha, who finally looked at Bruce straight on.

“When you were born, I stayed in the hospital for a full two weeks. I was exhausted, and Alfred and Thomas took turns looking after us.

“But it was the night you were born, and Thomas was in the bathroom. Alfred thought I was asleep, and he picked you up and held you in his chair. He sang to you. I’d never heard Alfred sing before… And then I heard him say it for the first time. He said he loved you.

“And Alfred has never asked you for anything. He never expected you to say it back, but he has always been a parent to you if you look at it from our perspective,” Martha explained.

Bruce hugged himself with tears in his eyes. “I love you guys, but you’ve gotta understand this feels crazy. I’m not angry or anything, I think I’m just confused. I feel guilty for—.”

“No, no—!” Martha, Alfred, and Thomas shouted at the same time as they stood up and ran to console him. Bruce sniffed and a laugh escaped his throat. He covered his mouth out of embarrassment, but he couldn’t stop laughing. And they laughed with him.

Once he collected himself, he leaned forward and ran a hand over his face. “Three parents. And you guys are cool with Harvey hearing about this?” Bruce asked. “I guess it’s not as weird. It’s kind of punk actually.”

“Huh?” Thomas asked.

“I’ll explain it to you later, dear,” Alfred whispered. Bruce raised an eyebrow.

“ Waitaminute . Can I ask something?” Bruce questioned. “You don’t always call Mom and Dad Master Thomas and Miss Martha?”

“No. That’s part of the illusion,” Alfred explained.

Harvey lay on Bruce’s bed while Bruce used the computer and explained what he had missed earlier in the week. “No way,” Harvey whispered. Bruce nodded. “So, your dad likes guys, too… That’s progressive.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I never thought about it like that, but I—. I’d be too scared to go there… It’s not even like a—. It’s not like a masculinity thing. It’s just—. Have you ever thought about it? What if like—? Say you and me for example. Say one of us had feelings for the other. Wouldn’t you be scared to even see what that means?” Bruce asked as he spun around in his chair. And then he saw Harvey’s face. “What?”

Harvey exhaled and flopped back on the bed. “Nothin’,” Harvey answered.

“No, not nothin’ . You made a face. What was it? The scenario? Do you think the scenario is weird?” Bruce questioned.

“You do this all the time, Bruce. You ask a hundred questions and freak out over something little instead of just taking answers at face value. Also, Bruce, if I was gonna fall head over heels for a guy it’d probably be a movie star,” Harvey replied. Bruce stood up and flopped on his stomach next to Harvey.

“Who?” Bruce asked.

“I don’t know, Bruce. I don’t like guys,” Harvey sighed.

“Come on. I know you’ve thought about it. Every guy has,” Bruce replied.

Harvey turned on his side and looked Bruce in the eyes. “Okay… Who?” Harvey asked.

“Who have I thought about? Um… Don’t laugh,” Bruce replied as he rolled over to meet eyes with Harvey. “Swear you’re not gonna laugh.”

“You better be serious. I swear I won’t laugh,” Harvey promised.

“Richard Gere,” Bruce answered.

“You could literally not be more transparent in your intentions,” Harvey smiled.

Bruce sat up and looked down at Harvey. “Huh?” Bruce asked.

“ Huh? Just say you want me,” Harvey teased. Bruce hit Harvey with his pillow.

“You are no Richard Gere. Now name yours,” Bruce replied.

“That one guy from Angels in the Outfield. The guy with the nose,” Harvey gestured.

“Adrien Brody? Now who wants who?” Bruce replied as he made a pig-nose-face at Harvey.

“You wish!” Harvey laughed as he hit Bruce with a pillow. They wrestled until they heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Bruce shouted as he held Harvey in a headlock. Martha opened the door before laughing and turning her back to collect herself.

“What’s going on?” Martha asked as she doubled over laughing. “Mail. Three letters for Bruce. Two for Harvey. Oh, and some girl keeps calling asking for Apollo?”

Bruce let go and fell back on the bed laughing. “I told you it’d catch on!” Bruce exclaimed.

“Shut up,” Harvey whispered as he threw his pillow at Bruce. “Mrs. Wayne, that’s for me. I’m sorry about that. Bruce is trying to set me up with some girl, so I’ll go to the winter formal with him.”

“Why don’t you two just go together?” Martha asked.

Bruce and Harvey sat up straight and shook their heads. “That’s a no-go, Mom,” Bruce replied, “Mom, look at it from a vapid teenage perspective. If you were in high school and you saw two guys show up at the dance with no date…”

“Okay… Yeah, but you boys are adorable. Just ask the first girl you could think of,” Martha advised, “Don’t be so shy. Why don’t you ask Sandra? This is what? Your third or fourth letter from her?”

“Uh… She’s not my type,” Bruce replied.

Harvey laughed and elbowed Bruce in the ribs. “Richard Gere,” Harvey mumbled under his breath, and Bruce tackled him.

“Shut uppppp, ” Bruce laughed.

“Dinner’s almost ready. Don’t kill each other yet, okay?” Martha smiled.

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jjungkookislife · 1 year ago

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Slumber Party!

pairing: rommate!jungkook x bi! f. reader x bi!original character

genre: roommate au, fwb, friends to lovers, angst, smut [18+]

summary: Friday nights are for slumber parties with your best friend, Kari. A night of drinking, watching movies from your younger years, and kissing that usually leads to more. Jungkook is aware of your routine, leaving for a night out with his friends that he cuts short. However, he's in luck when Kari catches his eye and invites him to join the two of you.

wc: 7k

warnings: fwb (reader and oc), oc and reader have crushes/feelings for each other, alcohol mention/use, slight voyeurism, mention of m. and f. masturbation, marking (hickeys, scratching, biting), some self-deprecation(?), spanking, hair pulling, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), ffm threesome, protected sex, multiple orgasms, choking, tit fucking, cum facial, snowballing

date: September 1, 2023

The moment Jungkook informed you he’d be out for the night, you knew it was the perfect opportunity to invite your best friend Kari over. Kari was a goddess in your eyes; absolutely gorgeous. She was shorter than you, with long hair down her back that was half black and half blue right down the middle. Her beautiful, sun-kissed skin had tattoos scattered on her thighs, chest, and arms. The day she stopped wearing bras and pierced her nipples was glorious; she was a beauty, and it made your legs go weak. Not only that, but she was an amazing friend and kisser.

The thought of your best friend made you giddy. Not only would you be able to have a sleepover like usual, but with Jungkook gone for the night, you’d be able to hook up and be as loud as you wanted. You weren’t going to lie. Having Jungkook’s room on the other side of your wall proved to be an inconvenience when Kari was over and you were in a mood.

“Call me if you need anything or want me to come home,” Jungkook states seriously. He clings to the front door, his head still in your apartment with the rest of his body out on the porch. You’re trying to shut the door, but his big ole head won’t move.

“Jungkook, I appreciate the concern. I do. But all we’re doing is watching Twilight and taking shots whenever Edward rejects Bella. You know, a typical Friday night?” you say and Kari nods from her spot on the couch. Jungkook looks at you and then at Kari, who smiles widely, waving hard enough for her boobs to bounce. Jungkook’s eyes widen, cheeks pink as he looks at you one last time. “Promise me you’ll call if you need me?”

You nod. “I promise, Jungkook. I’ll call if we need you.”

Jungkook licks his lips as he looks at you, nodding as he waves and finally leaves. You giggle as you shut the door, shaking your head.

“Got the drinks ready?” you ask as you walk into the kitchen to grab Kari’s favorite wine tumbler, a pretty glow-in-the-dark one that reads “Witches Brew”.

“Got it! Bring the wine coolers too!” Kari shouts in response. You pop open the fridge, grabbing two wine coolers before shutting it and heading to your bedroom. Kari is already lying on your King-sized bed by the headboard, her sleep shorts riding up on her thighs to display her tattoos. Thighs you hoped to be smothered with later on.

“Start it,” you tell her as you set your drinks on the nightstand before climbing under the covers with her. She waits for you to settle before she hits play and moves closer to you, easily draping her arm around your waist.

“He’s such an asshole, and for what? He ends up banging her anyway,” Kari scoffs as Edward tells Bella she needs to stay away from him again.

You laugh, earning a scowl from your friend. “He acts like he’s not gonna knock her up right away.”

“He’s misunderstood,” you say, knowing it’ll make her spiral into a rant about Edward and how he’s such an asshole. You love listening to her speak, so you listen attentively, nodding along and ignoring the movie playing in the background. The two of you haven’t even touched your drinks, both left forgotten on the nightstand.

“And don’t even get me started on Jacob!” she exclaims, her face flushed as she crosses her arms over her chest. She looks so cute, you can’t help but lean in and kiss her cheek. She flushes, turning into a stuttering mess.

“Keep talking, baby,” you encourage her, placing a kiss on her shoulder beside the strap of her tank top, her pierced nipples noticeable through the thin material.

“It’s just so dumb,” she complains as you cover her in kisses.

“Mhmm, dumb,” you echo as you tug the strap off her shoulder.

“Are you even listening to me?” Kari giggles as you look up at her with glittering eyes.

“Yeah, listening,” you smile goofily. She rolls her eyes. Her lips press against yours, so soft and sweet, it makes your heart somersault in your chest.

Friends, you cruelly remind yourself as she climbs over you. Your hands cradle her face, tongue pushing past the seam of her lips to meet hers.

The way she moans your name has your body thrumming as you kiss her once again, hands sliding down to her hips. Her arms wrap around your neck, marking your skin gently.

“Pretty,” she murmurs against your neck, moving to sit up as her hands lace with yours. Her soft gaze has you melting beneath her.

Kari had always been straightforward, and confident in each of her moves, and when all this had first begun, she was the one who had kissed you in the backseat of a rideshare. From the first taste of your lips, she had realized she wanted to be more, even if it just meant friends with benefits. Kisses shared between friends meant nothing, right? Right?

“Kari,” her name escapes you easily, hands cupping her breasts as she rolls her hips against yours.

She hums in acknowledgment, her lips trailing kisses between your breasts. Her hands easily remove your top, unsurprised to find you without a bra. Her manicured hands grab a handful of your tits, thumbs flicking your pert nipples, giggling when you moan her name in a heady tone. She wants you tonight, no doubt about it. She wants to be the reason you’re trembling, out of breath, and sobbing because you’re overwhelmed with pleasure. She wants you in any way she can have you and for now; it seems like friends with benefits is what works for both of you.

With gentle hands, you remove Kari’s top, kissing every new inch of skin that’s exposed. With a few giggles and bashful touches, your lips meet hers when you’re both topless.

She’s gentle with you. Her hand cupped your face as her tongue met yours, moaning softly against your lips. Your hands grip her hips, canting against her. You’re both dripping wet, eager to get a taste of each other…

Jungkook had half a beer before he decided he wasn’t in the mood to be out and get hit on nonstop when he was just trying to enjoy his night out with his friends. So with a sheepish smile, he wished his friends goodnight, reminding them to text him when they arrived home safely.

If he was honest, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Jungkook wasn’t stupid, he knew what your sleepovers with Kari consisted and he knew he’d be ruining your night hooking up with her, but he just couldn’t stay out and pretend he was having a good time when you weren’t at his side. Instead, he goes home earlier than expected, hoping you can forgive him for coming home so soon.

His thoughts overwhelm him, lost in his own world, as he walks through the front door. He’s on a whole other plane as he kicks his shoes off, tugging his shirt over his head before tossing it onto the couch. He unbuttons his pants, intent on heading to his bedroom until he hears a moan.

His eyes widen, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. He pauses outside your door, guilt bubbling in his abdomen, knowing better than to spy on you, but when you moan, his brain short circuits and he’s pressing himself against the wall beside your bedroom door.

Kari looks at your bedroom door, wondering if her eyes are playing tricks on her or if she’s seen your roommate. She says nothing, eyes focused on the crack of the door, noting movement when Jungkook tries to sneak past toward his room.

Kari smirks. “Would you fuck Jungkook?”

“Obviously,” you respond, kissing down her neck. Not thinking clearly enough to wonder why, as she moans when you bite down.

“How about a threesome with him?” Kari asks, meeting Jungkook’s eyes, a sly smile on her lips as a moan of your name escapes her when you take her pert bud into your mouth.

Her fingers weave in your hair, losing her train of thought as your warm, wet mouth suckles her breast, tonguing her piercing. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, back arching off your bed as she moans your name.

Jungkook feels like a pervert watching from the door, cock throbbing in his tight pants. A groan escapes him, his large palm muffling it before you can hear him. He curses himself mentally, palming his cock with his free hand.

He was fucked.

So fucked.

Kari has an evil gleam in her eyes, finally making eye contact with Jungkook. He swallows thickly, unable to form words. He’s helpless. Frozen in his spot, obligated to hear your answer.

“I’d let him rail me from one end to the other. Are you kidding? Have you seen him? I bet his cock is big, fuck.”

“So if he came home right now, would you let him join us?” Kari asks, smiling devilishly.

Jungkook glares, but she ignores him, licking her lips instead.

“Obviously. He’s hot as fuck. You haven’t seen him walking around in just his boxers, Kari. He’s a wet dream come true. Exquisite,” You bring your fingers to your lips, blowing a kiss into the air.

“You can join us, Jungkook,” Kari calls in a sing-song tone that has you whipping your head toward your bedroom door where a sheepish Jungkook stands, hand gripping his cock over his jeans.

“I should have known,” you chuckle when your eyes meet his. His sheepish smile has you melting as you beckon him into your bedroom.

Jungkook trips over his feet as he stumbles into your bedroom, doe eyes wide as he stutters out an apology. “I wasn’t spying! I came home early, a-and the door was open.”

“Don’t care, come here,” you instruct, and he gulps before nodding and making his way to you. You get off the bed to stand in front of him, licking your lips as you take in his perfect figure. You find it hard to keep your hands to yourself but lock eyes with Jungkook. “Can I?”

“Yes,” he breathes as you run your hands over his shoulders, sliding them down his torso. Jungkook watches you closely, licking his lips when your hands grip the waistband of his unbuttoned pants.

Kari giggles on the bed as Jungkook blushes. “I was on my way to bed.”

“To listen and jerk off?” Kari asks as she crosses her arms over her chest and Jungkook looks away, cheeks blooming pink. He quickly realizes you’re topless as well and looks up at the ceiling.

“Jungkook,” you say his name gently, your hand on his cheek to make him look at you. “Do you want to join us?”

“Yes,” he answers honestly, nodding.

“Then don’t look away from us,” you tell him firmly as you place his hand on your breast. “We want you to enjoy yourself.”

Kari nods in agreement, going to stand beside you. Jungkook swallows thickly, the urge to pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming, becomes too strong.

Kari and you share a look, covering your mouths when you giggle. Kari is the one who speaks up, smiling brightly. “You’re not dreaming, Kook.”

You nod. “We’re surprised it took you this long to join us.”

Jungkook can feel his ears burning, a shy smile on his lips as he looks at the two of you. Had you genuinely been waiting for him to join?

“I didn’t want to impose,” Jungkook answers as you tug on his waistband, smiling at him before kissing him. Jungkook is quick to kiss you back, his hands gripping your hair to hold you to him while Kari sinks to her knees.

Jungkook moans against you, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips when you push yourself closer to him. He groans when Kari’s hand palms him over the denim of his jeans.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, biting his bottom lip as he looks down at Kari, whose big brown eyes meet Jungkook’s hooded ones. You’re both so gorgeous, Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with himself. Sure, he’d dreamed of this moment time and time again, usually with his hand wrapped around his cock, biting his lip to keep from moaning your name, but now that it was happening, he was almost stunned.

“Koo,” you whine softly, a soft kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth. He turns to look at you, but you’ve occupied yourself with trailing kisses from his jaw to his neck, finally kissing the irresistible little mole that drives you insane. You run your tongue over it, sucking his skin and making him groan while Kari is palming him harder, adding more pressure until Jungkook is tangling his fingers in her hair, gripping the teal harshly.

Kari pouts, eyes meeting Jungkook’s before she’s tugging on your hand. You reluctantly part from Jungkook, dropping to your knees beside Kari with a wide grin.

Fuck. Jungkook’s mouth waters at the sight of you two down on your knees for him, eager to take his cock in your mouth. His head spins, tongue peeking from between his lips to swipe along his bottom lip.

Kari turns to you, capturing your lips in a kiss as your hands fumble to unzip Jungkook’s pants. Jungkook watches you intently with hooded eyes, lip caught between his teeth as the both of you pull his pants down his thighs until they bunch at his ankles. With a few hops and kicks, Jungkook gets his pants completely off, kicking them to the side on your bedroom floor.

“Ooh,” Kari gushes with excitement once she wraps her hand around Jungkook’s hard length.

“Fuck,” you curse, finally moving your hand to place on his cock. You’ve dreamed of this moment, unable to keep your thoughts innocent when it comes to your hot roommate. There were plenty of nights you’d go to bed with your hand in your panties and his name on your lips. You ignore the skip of your heartbeat, knowing getting your feelings involved leads to nothing but heartbreak. You weren’t sure you could handle Jungkook’s rejection as well as Kari’s.

Kari releases Jungkook, her lips pressing kisses to his hips as her fingers toy with the waistband of his CK boxer briefs. You stroke him over his boxers, feeling the pre-cum that soaks the cotton. Jungkook is overwhelmed with pleasure, eyes shut tight as he throws his head back; pretty marks left on his skin bloom with color.

Pride swells in your chest, knowing you’re the one who’s left your mark on his pretty skin. Your heart skips a beat, cheeks flush with heat as you realize you’re finally going to be with your crush. Sure, you liked Kari a lot. She was gorgeous. But Jungkook also had your heart from the moment he moved in.

However, you were willing to put those feelings aside if it meant you’d get to have him like this once. Just to get a taste of him.

Who knows if he even liked you past the physical aspects? Maybe he just wanted a quick hookup after all those times he’s had to cum on his fingers after a night of listening in. You frown for a moment, shaking the thoughts out of your head. You weren’t going to let anything ruin this moment, not when his cock was hard and aching in your hand.

Kari finally pulls away from Jungkook, giggling at the tiniest little hickey she’s ever made. You smile, pecking her lips before looking up at Jungkook, his lust-filled eyes already on you.

“Get on the bed,” Kari demands as she stops touching Jungkook, moving your hands off his cock.

Eager, Jungkook does as he’s told as Kari takes a second to kiss you, her hands cradling your face gently as her tongue slips past your lips and your hands are gripping her hands. Jungkook watches on in awe. He knew the two of you were more than friends, but seeing the two of you kiss made it clear that there was more to your friendship than just hooking up.

“Kook,” you say when you climb onto the bed with Kari at your side. You sit back on your heels and let Jungkook get an eyeful of your tits and hers, cupping them in your hands and rolling your nipples between your fingertips before Kari is kissing you again, pushing you onto your back and grinding her hips on yours.

Jungkook’s lips are parted, hand on his cock as he strokes himself. He bites his lip to keep some control over his rampant moans, eyes fluttering shut as he raises his hips to fuck into his hand.

There was no way this was happening.

When Jungkook opens his eyes, he’s surprised to see Kari naked, her panties on your bedroom floor. She’s unphased, her face between your legs, gripping both of them as she kisses one thigh and then the other. You play with your nipples, eyes focused on Kari as she flattens her tongue, swiping against the thin, soaked material of your pink panties.

“Kari,” you moan softly, hand gripping her hair as she does it again and then a third time before she pushes your panties to the side to get a taste of your essence.

You’re dripping wet, pussy clenching around nothing as you moan Kari’s name again and again. “Kari, fuck.”

Jungkook wishes it was his name you were crying out.

Kari smacks her lips, tongue swiping along her bottom lip as she looks at Jungkook from over her shoulder. “Don’t just stare. Do something.”

Jungkook blinks once before moving closer. He meets your gaze, his hand reaching out to cup your face as he leans in close until his lips capture yours. Slowly, the two of you kiss, his lips muffling your moans as Kari takes your panties off.

Jungkook ends the kiss, licking his lips as he settles behind Kari. His hands run over the curve of her ass, gently smacking it. Kari giggles in response, “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

Jungkook smirks, his palm coming down harder on her cheek. It reddens underneath his palm. A soft curse escapes Kari, her moans muffled when her tongue meets your clit, swirling around it after.

Nerves eat up Jungkook. He’s dreamed of this so often, but truth be told, this was the first time he was in bed with two people. He was at a loss.

Kari paused her actions, taking Jungkook’s hand in hers before bringing two of his tattooed fingers to her lips. With her eyes locked on his, she sticks her tongue out, licking both fingers before taking them in her mouth.

Slowly, Jungkook pushes them past her lips, in and out, until Kari is drooling around them. Once she deems them wet enough, she guides his hand to her wet cunt. Jungkook only hesitates for a moment, your moan drawing his attention as Kari is back between your legs, talented tongue making you moan her name.

Jungkook’s cock throbs in the confines of his boxers. Biting back a moan, he focuses on Kari. He slowly pushes into her wet pussy, curling his fingers. He moans, slowly fucking in and out of her while her face is buried between your legs, her moans muffled as Jungkook fingerfucks her.

You arch off the bed, hands gripping Kari’s hair tighter than necessary, thighs shaking as her tongue circles your clit just the way you like. Her fingers work your cunt, familiar with your body enough to know what gets you off. You're a mess on the sheets, only worse when your gaze meets Jungkook’s heated one.

“Fuck, Kook,” you moan, biting your lip as you refuse to break eye contact. He never stops fucking Kari with his fingers. Instead, he adds a third finger and his thumb to her clit, smirking when Kari’s thighs tremble.

Kari raises her head, smirking at you as her fingers gently pinch your clit. Your eyes lock on hers as she licks her lips slowly, going back between your thighs as your hand loosens slightly on her hair. You curse, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, breathing ragged as watches the two of you, making sure his actions don’t stop as Kari fucks back onto his fingers. She raises her head just enough to beg Jungkook to fuck her.

“Shit,” Jungkook nods. He ruefully leaves the two of you, climbing off the bed to grab his jeans and pull two condoms out. He sets one on the nightstand, noting your untouched drinks and setting the other packet beside the bottles.

“Kari,” Jungkook breathes as he strokes his cock, groaning when he palms himself. “Are you sure?”

Kari raises her head again. “Yes, please. Please, Kook. I need it.”

Jungkook nods, ignoring the way his heart thunders in his chest. With a tattooed hand, he holds the condom packet to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth with practiced ease. He still takes a moment to make sure his teeth haven’t punctured the latex before he puts it on. His hands shake as he does so, but he’s excited and perhaps a little nervous.

Kari is still eating you out with reckless abandon. Your sweet moans fill the bedroom and go straight to his cock. Fuck, he can’t wait to bury himself inside you as well.

Jungkook grabs a handful of Kari’s ass, cursing when it jiggles as he smacks the other cheek. He’s not sure what he’s done to deserve two beautiful women, but he will cherish it for as long as he lives.

He’s gentle as he slips his fingers back into Kari, who arches into him, round ass nearly pressing against him as he teases her entrance. He uses her arousal to lubricate his cock further before he’s pressing the head of his dick to her cunt.

Kari curses, but it’s muffled by your thighs when you press them to her head, arching off the bed as you moan her name. Your hands grip your breasts, fingers teasing your nipples as your breath grows heavy. Your mind spins, falling over the edge as Kari grips your thighs tighter in her hands to keep you from squirming out of her reach.

Jungkook lines his cock up at Kari’s entrance, slowly pushing the head in.

“Fuck, Kari,” he breathes, head falling back, eyes sewn shut and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Fuck, it’s so big,” Kari breathes as Jungkook slides home. His hands dig into her hips as she takes a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes meet yours and she’s nearly panting. “You were right.”

Jungkook raises a brow in confusion before Kari continues.

“He has a fat cock, fuck,” Kari nearly slumps forward, face first into your cunt as you giggle and help hold her up. You get on your knees in front of her, kissing her. Jungkook strokes Kari’s back, his hands moving to grab handfuls of her ass, spanking her while your tongue slips past the seam of her lips, tasting yourself on her tongue.

“I fucking told you,” you goad as Jungkook chuckles. He cards a hand through his long hair, his lip rings catching the light. You clench around nothing as you watch his broad shoulders, his chest tapering to his tiny waist and finally, to where his body connects to your best friend, and fuck, it’s a miracle you don’t cum then.

Jungkook catches your gaze, smiling wolfishly as he grabs Kari by the hips, pulling nearly all the way out just to slam back into her. Kari’s head falls forward, his name rolling off her tongue in a needy whine. You bite back a moan, focused on Jungkook fucking Kari, each thrust making her moan and curse. You wish it was you but you know you’ll get your turn so you lay back and watch, your fingers teasing your clit as you watch Jungkook fuck Kari.

“Fuck, Kari. That’s it, baby. Take my fucking cock. Just like that,” Jungkook curses as Kari meets each of his thrusts. You moan, the sound of their coupling filling the room, twining with your wanton moans as you work yourself to an orgasm. Jungkook smirks when you fall apart, his name on your lips as you lock eyes with him. Crying out for him and then Kari as you fall into the pillows.

“Fuck,” Kari moans and makes you scoot closer to her. She takes your thighs in her hands and licks you clean, moaning while Jungkook fucks her, spanking her just to make her scream into you.

Jungkook slips his hand between her legs, rubbing her clit and moaning her name when she clenches around him. Her moans grow higher in pitch, her body still meeting each of his thrusts as her legs quiver and her breathing grows heavy until she’s hitting her peak and cumming around Jungkook, near tears when he thrusts into her again and again.

Jungkook pushes his hair out of his eyes, focused as Kari takes every thick inch of his cock, creaming around him until he’s moaning, cumming into the condom as soon as she falls apart one more time. You follow soon after, Kari’s tongue a treasure as you fall limp into the sheets once again with Kari joining you.

Jungkook chuckles, taking the condom off to discard it into the trashcan under your bedside table. He’s sweating, his perfect chest glistening and you lick your lips when you eye his abs. Fuck, you’d lick him clean up and down right now if you weren’t so spent.

Jungkook is still hard, his cheeks pink as he wonders what he should do. Should he go to his room or stay and wait to see what happens?

“Come here,” you instruct him, patting the spot beside you. Jungkook nods, swallowing thickly as he climbs onto the bed. You kiss him when he lays beside you, your hand cradling his cheek. Slowly, the two of you kiss, his hands gripping your hips as you straddle him.

“Get comfy, baby,” you whisper to him as you kiss your way down his jaw toward his neck and down his chest as your hands greedily explore every bit of his perfect torso. Fuck, you’d love to eat off his abs, take his cock down your throat until tears ran down your cheeks. There’s so much you want to do but you’re easily distracted when Kari and Jungkook kiss above you while you continue to head down south, kissing and marking each of his hips.

Jungkook moans your name, grinning when you tease him with the tip of your tongue just to wrap your hand around him. Your lips plant a wet kiss on the underside of his cock, your tongue following after as you lick him from base to tip.

“Can I sit on your face?” you hear Kari ask and Jungkook eagerly nods in agreement, helping Kari sit on his face while your lips wrap around him. He curses but it’s muffled, enjoying the heat of your mouth as you tease him, your hand rolling his balls in your palm until you're popping off him with one last lick to the head of his cock.

Straddling Jungkook, you stroke him with one hand while grabbing the condom off the nightstand. You rip the package open, tossing the wrapper off the side of the bed before putting the condom on Jungkook. He groans when you squeeze him after, nearly drooling at how hard he is.

Slowly, you sink onto him. You moan his name, cursing and closing your eyes as you bottom out. Jungkook grips Kari’s thighs tighter, his tongue only faltering slightly. Fuck, he feels so hot, like he’s going to combust any second.

Kari reaches behind her, grabbing handfuls of his thick hair to steady herself as her hips roll, her clit rubbing against his beautiful nose. Fuck, you can’t wait for your turn on his face. You wanna suffocate him, have him begging for air as he grips your thighs to keep you in place, his need for you outweighing his need for air.

Your hands fall flat on his chest, your hips rising and falling on his cock. You love the ache of the stretch, nearly gasping for air as you sink on him once again, your hair falling over your eyes until you raise your head. Kari leans forward, grinding down on Jungkook as you lean to meet her lips.

One of her hands releases Jungkook’s hair and the other grips yours as she fucks herself on Jungkook’s face, suffocating him for all she cares as you fuck yourself on his fat cock, whimpering into the kiss as you take more and more of him.

You feel so fucking full and tears form in the corner of your eyes as you bounce on him, your kiss with Kari growing sloppy; nothing but teeth and tongues and pleasure for the three of you.

You tighten around Jungkook.

Jungkook grabs Kari’s round ass, his other hand reaching for your clit. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t get the both of you to cum while fucking him. He’s so overwhelmed with pleasure, Kari’s essence heavy on his tongue and your warm, wet cunt begging to be fucked full of cum, someday.

For now, he settles for the warmth and wetness as you cry out for him, nails digging into his chest while Kari’s thighs tremble at his head. He slurps hungrily, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. Fuck, he’d love to see the look on your faces as you cum, using him for your pleasure and nothing else.

Jungkook’s cock twitches and you groan, riding him harder, faster as you beg him to make the two of you cum.

Jungkook curses; focused on nothing but pleasuring each of you. Kari is the first to go, screaming as she grinds against him, cumming so hard, she grows dizzy for a moment. She doesn’t climb off him, just scoots forward to help make you cum and kisses you for a split second before you’re falling apart again.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” you scream. Kari climbs off him and he sits up, rubbing your clit, grateful he can see you cum on his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Be a good girl and cum for us,” Kari encourages in between kisses, biting the sensitive spot on your neck that makes you tighten around Jungkook as his hands grab your ass. He moans your name, eyes fluttering shut as his head lolls back on the pillow.

He licks his lips, forcing his eyes open to watch you crumble on top of him. Kari is guiding your hips, a hand between your legs, nearly drooling as she watches you cream around him, crying out his name and hers as your body tightens and you whine for Jungkook.

Jungkook curses. “Fuck, ride me, baby. Just like that.”

“So close,” you grit, ignoring the sweat beading on your forehead. Your hips meet each of his thrusts, crying out when Jungkook plants his feet firmly on the mattress.

“Hold on,” is all he says before he’s raising his hips to fuck into you. You cry out, nearly sobbing as he fills you to the brim. You feel him in your stomach as your thighs tremble to cling to his hips. Kari is moaning beside you, her hand between her legs as she watches, nearly coming undone just from watching the two of you.

“Jungkook! Kook,” you moan, nails digging into his abs as he cries out. You’d love to hear him moan some more, melt with each one.

Kari cums first, crying out as she falls apart beside you. You both watch with lust-filled eyes until you’re clenching around Jungkook, head lolling back, his name on your tongue as you cum wrapped around him.

Jungkook watches you intently, drinking you in fully in case it’s the last time. Mesmerized by the wanton look on your face, the rocking of your hips, and the way you say his name repeatedly. His heart skips a beat and nearly drowns out the last moan of his name that escapes you.

Once you’re trying to catch your breath, Jungkook smirks.

“Up for one more?” he asks. You nod, ignoring the trembling of your legs as he kisses you. His hand cups your cheek, and you melt into his touch, tasting Kari on his tongue.

“Fuck,” you whisper, breaking the kiss to kiss Kari.

“Come on, baby,” Kari guides you off Jungkook’s cock. She helps you onto your hands and knees while she lays beneath you. Jungkook settles behind you, his hands running down the curve of your back, focusing on grabbing your ass and spanking it to draw a moan from you.

Jungkook spreads you open, licking his lips before he’s leaning forward to lick you clean. You’re moaning into Kari, pushing your ass into his face as his tongue works wonders on your cunt. He’d love to eat you out all day and night until he can’t breathe but his cock throbs and he reluctantly pulls away. He lines his cock up at your entrance, pushing in and cursing when he bottoms out again.

“Ugh,” you whine as you bite down on Kari’s thigh. She moans your name, turning into a puddle under you as you lave your tongue over the bite mark. She grips your hair as Jungkook sets a comfortable pace, allowing you to feel him deeper inside. You arch your back, taking every thrust like a champ as he grips you tightly.

“Fuck, so fucking wet for me,” Jungkook groans, eyes focused on where your body meets his. Kari whines under the two of you, slowly sliding out from under you to get to the side. She loves to watch, smirking as Jungkook fucks you harder. Her hands run over his body, pinching his brown nipples and he grunts.

Jungkook grips Kari’s teal hair, pulling her close to kiss her while you fuck yourself on Jungkook’s thick cock, crying out his name and begging him to make you cum while Kari pushes past the seam of his lips, moaning when he pulls back and bites her lip. Kari licks her lips as she whispers something in his ear.

Jungkook’s eyes widen but he slowly helps raise you. Carefully, he wraps his tattooed hand around your throat and you nearly cum at the insinuation.

“Please, Koo. Choke me,” you plead, nearly in tears as your hand rests over his on your throat. You add a little more pressure and Jungkook curses.

“Gently squeeze the sides,” Kari instructs. She raises his other hand, putting it on her throat and guiding him on where and how much to squeeze.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg. That’s all Jungkook needs before he’s squeezing the sides like Kari had shown him moments before. The effect is immediate, you’re fucking against him, taking his cock as deep as possible just to slam back down on him. Jungkook watches your ass jiggle as you use him for your pleasure. Your head falls back onto his chest and he leans in to kiss you, muffling your cries of pleasure as you finally let go and orgasm around him, squeezing the soul out of him.

Jungkook grunts, holding back as you cum and nearly sob when he lets go of your pretty throat. You look gorgeous in the throes of passion and it’s something he will engrave into his mind for as long as he lives.

When you finally come down, you’re panting. Kari giggles when you fan yourself, nearly collapsing on both of them as your thighs shake in an effort to hold you up.

“You didn’t cum,” Kari notes with a frown as Jungkook pulls out. He shrugs.

“No big deal.”

“Do you want to?” Kari asks.

Jungkook blushes but nods and says yes.

Kari nods as she takes Jungkook hand in hers. “Care to stand?”

“It’s fine,” Jungkook swallows thickly as he quickly takes the condom off to discard. Kari grins as she gets down on her knees.

Jungkook tongues his cheek, watching her with hooded eyes. He tongues his lips rings as he looks down at her, eager to make him cum. Her dark brown eyes are like melted chocolate, soft and comforting but striking when the light hits them just right. Her black and blue hair suits her. He runs a hand through her hair as she wraps her hand around his length, stroking him slowly. Kari leans forward to spit on his cock, using the saliva to aid her.

“Shit,” Jungkook curses, shaking his head. He’s so sensitive, just wants to cum but also wants to last as long as the two of you need him too, though you both look spent. You scoot closer to watch, licking your lips as you watch Kari’s skilled hand stroke him, her tongue teasing the head of Jungkook’s cock.

Kari grins, she teases him a little more, spitting and wetting his cock before she presses her tits together for Jungkook to fuck.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate, cock aching for release. Kari allows him to set the pace, licking and kissing the head of his cock when it gets close enough. She giggles every time Jungkook grunts and groans. His sweet moans hit the two of you hard until you can’t resist the temptation anymore and climb off the bed to join Kari on the floor in front of Jungkook.

“Fuck, please,” he pleads in a tone that sets you alight as Kari strokes him while you palm his balls, licking the head of his cock while Kari focuses on the parts you can’t reach.

The two of you kneel as close as possible, both tonguing at his dick. Jungkook throws his head back, moaning in pleasure, cock throbbing in your mouth when you welcome him in. You bob your head up and down, swallowing when he hits the back of your throat. Kari kisses his hips, thighs, moving down to lick and suck at his balls, mindful of her teeth and your head when you take him deeper.

You focus on breathing, your eyes locking on his when you look up. You slowly pull off him, lips and cheeks coated in spit and pre-cum and Jungkook thinks you look gorgeous. He guides you back onto his cock, grunting when Kari sucks on his balls, and then joins you in licking and slurping at his thick cock. He’s so close, his body thrumming with pleasure and the need to cum.

Jungkook grabs you by the hair, fucking into your mouth. You open wider, moans muffled by his fat cock on your tongue until he’s pulling out enough just to cum on your lips and tongue. You moan, eyes shut to avoid the sting of his cum. He chuckles for a split second before pleasure overwhelms him and he strokes his cock to milk every last drop.

Kari watches, licking her lips, and waits until Jungkook collapses onto the bed before she makes her move. She leans in close as you slowly open your eyes, grateful Jungkook’s aim isn’t bad.

Slowly, Kari licks the cum from your cheek. She giggles when you do, swallowing what’s in your mouth before you kiss her to share. Her moans are muffled by your lips, your body over hers when you push her to the floor gently. She cradles your face in her hands, moaning as you kiss and rub against her.

When you both pull apart, you’re panting. You smile at each other before crawling over to Jungkook.

“Can we lick you clean?” you ask as you place your hands on his thighs. Jungkook’s eyes widen before he nods.

The two of you are gentle with him. You’re careful with your tongues, watching him for any discomfort as you lick his cock clean, kissing each other when you meet at the head of his dick. Jungkook smiles, the two of you are just too cute.

Once you’re done, you both climb on the bed. Jungkook scoots toward the end of the bed with you between him and Kari.

“We should clean up,” you state but end up yawning instead.

“We will,” Kari promises as she cuddles into your side.

Jungkook hesitates but you drape your arm over his waist to keep him in place.

“Stay here,” you murmur as you try your best not to fall asleep. Your body feels heavy, well-spent, and satiated.

“Okay,” Jungkook promises as you cuddle into him and he pulls the covers over the three of you. Kari smiles, her heart sinking only a little.

You’re spent after taking Jungkook’s fat cock and receiving several orgasms. You easily fall asleep between Jungkook and Kari, curled up in her chest while Jungkook’s arm drapes over your waist.

Kari locks eyes with Jungkook, looking at you briefly to confirm you’re sleeping before she speaks.

“You better be good to her, Kook.”

Jungkook is taken aback. “What?”

“Be good to her. She’s liked you for as long as I can remember.”

“I thought the two of you…” Jungkook trails off as you stir but don’t wake.

Kari shakes her head. “No, I don’t do relationships, not the kind she wants. But I see the way you look at her and the way she looks at you.”

Jungkook nods, at a loss for words.

“Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“Goodnight, Kari.”

When you wake, you’re draped across Jungkook with Kari nowhere in sight and your heart crumbles a little.

Jungkook wakes when you kiss his cheek and he smiles, pressing his lips to yours and everything fades away. Nothing matters but you and him, even if your heart aches just a little.

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r3g-p14y3r · 3 months ago

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AHEM! At long last, after over an hour of catching up on tumblr and being thrown cute and fluffy things in my face for inspo, I bring fluff (for once!) This is just a lil one-shot set far into the future, and was requested by a certain someone!

As always, tis another for Gun x 713. :>

Repetition

“Tsk, never ever, huh?”

Gunvor wipes off the excess dirt from his feet using the outdoor mat and proceeds to huff tiredly. Another day, another period of working on that ridiculous request. In five days? How is he supposed to finish those atrocious pieces in time? God, he can’t even remember what they’re supposed to be for exactly.

“…If I could scowl, I would. Bastard.”

What does it matter? Oh, this thing doesn’t matter that much to him, right? No, of course not. It’s just for some celebration, and this little request will pull in some more money.

So then why does he still feel stressed?

“Frickin’ piece of work, telling me to hurry up. I can’t you smooth—” BANG. “Brained—” BANG. “Idiot! The metal’s gonna…oh, what the hell. It’s not like she’d listen to reason and common sense,” he continues to complain to himself as he keeps trying to jam the key in. “Oh, nooo, common sense is above her! Do this, do that, shouldn’t that be going— well you aren’t the blacksmith now, are you!”

Right, because of someone inserting herself right into his forge today like she owns it.

After several uncoordinated, spite-filled attempts at slamming the poor thing into the keyhole, it lands with an audible click.

“Finally.”

Mr. Cranky waltzes right on in as soon as he’s got the door unlocked, and is quickly met with the warm air of the inside. Compared to the chilling temperatures that’d seep into every residence in Sector 5-6 where he used to live, this is much more tolerable. Usually he calls out into the house to announce his return, but not tonight. He’s in too much of a sour mood to think of much else other than sleep.

It feels…odd to come back home sometimes; when he lived alone, the lights were always off and the place had not a single personal touch.

But then he remembers that no, this isn’t the past. The current day and future look much brighter than what they would’ve a few decades ago. As Gunvor walks further into the place he really can (and does) call home, he surveys the familiar layout. There’s the couch settled by the right wall of the living room. There’s the worn bookshelf placed in the left corner, just beside the former.

Maybe staring at several pages of words will distract me from my bitchiness, he wonders.

After eyeing said shelf for what feels like an hour, he shrugs and decides that hey, it could help. He’s on one of his last straws right now, and he really doesn’t want to have an outburst for the third time this week. A book break might help ease his mind.

God, I really need to be better with my anger. This is just ridiculous…

There’s no thought put into his choice of reading material— he just grabs one, seats himself on the cushions and gets started without checking the title or summary. Maybe this is a book he’s read before. Maybe it isn’t. Either way, a book is a book, and at this point he just wants something to focus on that isn’t the last few hours of his day.

One page. Two. Three. Five. Fifteen. He stops counting after that and gets absorbed in the pages he’s flipping through. So much so, in fact, that he doesn’t notice the lanky figure carefully creeping towards him.

“Back from work?”

“HWGH-”

“OW-”

…

The sound of a certain bound set of papers slapping the floor like a sticky hand follows that series of undignified vocalizations.

And then silence.

Did I really just—

Yes. Yes he did. He just smacked his partner in the face with the book, which is now lying at his feet like a dejected Missile. As for said partner, their head is tilted back from the force of his throw, and judging by the blank look, they haven’t bothered to right it out of shock.

“OHHHH GEEZ just bury me now.” Gunvor shoves his face into his hands as soon as he realizes what he’s just done. While incidents like this are a common occurrence, that doesn’t mean the embarrassment that comes with his fight or flight reactions— more so fight, really— has gone away. Why is he so easily scared?

It isn’t until he feels a gentle hand begin to pry away one of his own that he looks up from his Hunch of Shame. “It’s fine dear, I know you didn’t mean to,” 713 tries to assure him. “You just threw something at me, nothing new,” they add lightheartedly.

The shorter of the two’s eye scrutinizes the other and slowly, ever so slowly squints. Obviously, Gun isn’t impressed in the slightest by this joke. “Your humour sucks. You suck,” he curtly replies. “Remind me why I married you again?” He straightens his posture. “I was worried I cracked your screen with that hardback,” he mumbles just as he averts his gaze from his partner.

713’s expression seems to soften from that last sentence, but otherwise doesn’t respond to it. Instead, they address the rhetorical question that trailed behind. “Because you love me?”

“Eh—”

He raises a finger as if to make a point, but it wilts like a dying flower in no time. “Okay, not wrong. I love you very much,” he replies quietly before raising his voice when he looks back with a glaringly bright eye, “now wipe that shit-eating grin off your face before I do!”

Alas, 713 does not wipe that grin off, no matter how hard he stares. He stares and stares and stares, but it just doesn’t go away until he breaks eye contact and shifts to lay on the couch.

“Fine. Fine, don’t.” A scarred forearm drapes over his face to block out the light. Gun doesn’t continue with whatever he was going to say next and instead groans out an amused, “Goodnight,” before flipping himself to face the back cushions.

“Not going to use the bed?”

“Nnnope.”

“…Dear, you can’t just sleep here—”

“Yes I can. See you tomorrow.”

“Gunvor.”

Uh.

That’s his sole thought. Just uh.

He can’t see it, but the taller’s smile has finally dropped from this utterly blasphemous retort. He can feel that intense glare, however, silently screaming at him for his moderate disregard for his health that still persists even after all this time. His body is frozen in what could only be described as a teeny bit of fear.

“You’re not going to throw me in a trash compactor for this, are you?” he jokes with his back still facing them.

Of course, said joke didn’t land if the intimidating aura 713 is emanating is anything to go by. Gun chooses to chance a peek.

Wrong move.

“No, but I am going to be dragging you to bed,” McBeanstalk exclaims as it gestures towards him. “You can’t just be collapsing wherever again! The floor, the couch, your desk! Un-ac-ceptable.”

With that, he’s hoisted up into the air and carried off upstairs, spewing nonsense such as, “PUT ME DOWN YOU IDIOT,” and, “THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME THIS WEEK THAT YOU CARRY ME LIKE MISSILE! I AM NOT MISSILE!”

The next thing he knows, the both of them have reached the room; apparently, 713 is taking none of his nonsense tonight. Mr. Cranky, as usual when this event happens, is still grumbling petulantly with his arms folded over each other. Despite this, he isn’t that upset; he could easily get out of his partner’s arms if he so wished.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t find this an offence.

“You are sleeping on the bed, and that is final dear,” they speak up after a while. “I am not having it.”

Silence is the only answer received, even when he’s placed on the mattress and informed once again that he should be sleeping here and not anywhere else in the household. The sight would be quite comedic in another’s eyes honestly, especially since Gun has purposely locked himself in the same pose he took in 713’s arms.

Simply put, he looks like a shrimp.

“Hmph,” he huffs as 713 settles themself at the bedside and swings their legs over to lie next to him. “…Okay, I give in,” he concedes at last, unshrimping his body and sitting up so he can reach for the bit of armour just below his nape.

“You are so lucky I love you, otherwise I’d have punched you or something.” Gunvor pops open the panel with a simple internal command and pulls out the power cord, which he proceeds to swing haphazardly between his digits like a lasso. A question prompted by morbid curiosity is what he vocalizes next. “If I yanked this out, how fast do you think-” he begins cheerily.

“Dear, don’t.”

The blacksmith snorts at that immediately. “Alright alright, I won’t, promise.” A single flick of the wrist attaches said cord to its designated socket following that promise, after which he crawls into bed, huffs for a third time, and curls up. “Goodnight for real this time. Don’t wake me up unless Missile is nibbling the food that he doesn’t need again or causing damage to the carpet. Love you.”

Even after so many years, he still can’t believe he’s been given this life; he has a partner; he has a home; he feels safe. Back in his world, safe was never a confirmed thing due to the discrimination around people like himself in his sector. But here? Oh, here, he almost feels spoiled.

“I love you too,” he hears back.

Argh, of course I start to feel sappy again as soon as he says that. Shut up, me. Don’t say a single word.

Gun decides that he isn’t going to dwell on his feelings for the umpteenth time in this lifetime, so he cuddles beside his partner in exchange for not studying his emotions. Although 713 has no need to rest like he does, he still finds that they’ll stay with him during recharge. It’s comforting, he’ll admit, and makes it easier to deal with the nightmares he tends to get.

In fact, it’s so comforting that he’s already starting to drift off, and he hasn’t even realized yet. It won’t take long before he’s fast asleep.

Ever since moving into 713’s dimension after the apocalypse in it had been solved, things have been…looking up. He managed to start up his blacksmithing work again (this time willingly, not via law). He comes back home every day to two mischievous little brats and the most wonderful automaton that he has the pleasure of calling his partner. He wonders how he got so damn lucky.

He’s…happy.

He’s happy.

So many things in this life give him joy— like when he dances with his partner, or deal with the brats’ shenanigans, however frustrating they may be. And not to mention when he sees any of the three light up with happiness.

By the time he’s powered down, the rate of snowfall has slowed to a snail’s pace and a clawed hand had been wrapped around his shoulders in an act of comfort.

If Gunvor ever told his younger self that he’d one day fall in love with some gangly bot from an entirely different world, learn to trust humans again through that bot and then proceed to live in said world, he’d scoff in present him’s face and exclaim, “That’s bullshit and nonsense! Look around! Does it look like things are going to get better?!”

Oh, how wrong his past self would be.

As the weather gets colder and the snow thicker, Missile will probably be burying itself in another pile of snow this season, and then the neighbours will have to watch a robot couple and their human daughter search for it like maniacs lest it freeze like a popsicle and get water in where it shouldn’t (not the first time that’s happened). “It’s pretty much an annual tradition now,” the cyclops would complain once more. “When will this end?!”

Ah, that’s going to be a pain.

For now at least, there is peace. He’ll deal with the project and his worries tomorrow— probably ask 713 for his assistance too.

Speaking of assistance…

“Tick?”

“Oh, Missile! Gun’s sleeping,” he whispers before bringing a finger to his screen as a signal to stay silent. “Shh. It’s still dark out,” 713 adds. “Why- is that a knife in your beak.”

Perhaps they need some help finding a more durable lock for the kitchen drawers.

Household Gremlin #2 scuttles off to cause who-knows-how much damage.

“Missile—!”

#vi attempts writing #oc stuff #486867: Gunvor #713705 #oc x oc #others ocs

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spaceorphan18 · 7 months ago

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The Rogue and Gambit Project: A New Beginning (X-Men #1-3)

The true beginning of Rogue and Gambit's story really comes with the new and somewhat iconic era of X-Men. X-Men: The Animated Series drew its inspiration from the relaunch designs, and for someone who grew up with this era, it feels nostalgic as well as historic. Rogue looks and sounds like the character I grew up with. Gambit being crucial to the line up and no longer an afterthought feels pivotal. I feel like we've finally arrived.

And while I know this era isn't void of problems -- believe me, I know... I kind of enjoy this early Rogue and Gambit dynamic. It's fun and flirty and has a little bit of an edge to it. And the angst. So. Much. Delicious. Angst.

The funny part is... there really isn't a whole lot of it in these first few issues. Things don't really heat up until issue #4. Not only that, I'm gonna have to bring up Rogneto again... I'm so sorry, guys. Blame Chris Claremont.

Alright, let's dig in...

X-Men #1

Rogue in her now iconic new uniform -- this is going to be a standard for quite awhile. Get ready to see this pose a lot - Jim Lee, and artists after him, really like to do the whole one leg up, one fist out thing. Anyway, despite the fact that I (shockingly) don't like that much yellow on her - she's so pretty. I've always loved this era's hair.

Anyway, you want plot details you say?? This is Chris Claremont's last hurrah on his initial, epic 17 year run with the X-Men. And of course you can expect two things -- space shenanigans and coming full circle with Magneto as the villain. The crux of it is about Magneto possibly being a threat, despite the fact that he wants to be left alone, and of course, the X-Men get sucked into the drama.

X-Men #1

Gambit's redesign - which uses his initial costuming but man does he look so much better. He looks 'cool' in the way that all the X-Men look cool in this era. The dude can pull off the color fuchsia. That isn't easy to do. I do like, however, in color theory that the pinks and purples of Gambit goes well with the greens of Rogue's coloring. But more to the point - Gambit is pretty now, which is what we're all really here for. ;)

Anyway - because this is a relaunch, after our initial Magneto based prologue, we get a (re-)introduction to the entire team in one of my absolute favorite sequences of X-Men comics. The teams will eventually be divided into two groups; the Blue Team -- Cyclops, Beast, Rogue, Gambit, Wolverine, Psylocke, and Jubilee and the Gold Team -- Storm, Jean Grey, Iceman, Angel, Forge, and Colossus, but for now, they're one happy family doing a classic danger room sequence as designed by Charles Xavier.

X-Men #1

The whole sequence is really pretty awesome, but it leads to one of my favorite comic book moments -- where Gambit just goes for it and kisses Jean. It's a fake, robot Jean, but it's a bold move. And leads to Cyclops wanting to drop a truck on him. It's such a classic moment and I love it.

X-Men #1

Our first Rogue and Gambit panel happens right after Wolverine wins the whole training sequence (because of course he does). (Also - Claremont can't quite resist and we get a final 'bang, you dead' moment.) Meanwhile, Rogue and Gambit still haven't spoken to each other - but at least they know the other one exists. Progress, right?

X-Men #1

I really need to take a moment and appreciate the fact that most of the time during this era, when Gambit isn't in his uniform, he's running around half naked.

X-Men #1

Ug, alright, let's talk about Magneto again. This whole arc is about Magneto kind of having an existential crisis (which, you know, happens when they need to reset you to villain again). And, unfortunately, we'll get a few of these moments scattered throughout these issues of Rogue trying to talk sense and reason into him due to their 'spark' in the Savage Land. I get that someone should be a reasonable voice -- especially when the rest of the X-Men are attacking the guy before any kind of provocation. But I'm still rolling my eyes that it's Rogue. Notice he calls her 'child' during this? He'll do that throughout. Eesh.

Magneto claims that he has no beef with them and offers them all safe haven on his floating asteroid base -- Asteroid M. And guess who doesn't join him? That's right - Rogue at least has enough sense to stick with the family she knows and cares about over a possible, not really fling. Btw - I hadn't mentioned it back when I was talking about the Savage Land, but there was nothing to suggest Magneto can actually touch her. (I think that might be an Age of Apocalypse thing?)

Also, in case you think any of this sounds familiar - pretty sure X-Men '97 drew heavily from this arc for their Season 1.

X-Men #1

The first time either of them mentions the other one, and it's Gambit being sassy about whether or not Rogue should be a considered a lady. I kind of love it, actually. And love that Beast is like -- oooh, you're playing with fire on that one.

X-Men #2

They're getting more on panel togetherness! Granted it's group shots and they're taking down Magneto, but I'm taking all the scraps!

X-Men #2

Alright, well as much as I'm not a fan of the Rogue/Magneto dynamic, I'm still going to be fair and talk about it. Because it is part of Rogue's development. The key thing here though is that Rogue isn't going to compromise her values and beliefs because she may feel something for Magneto. And this will continue to ring through always through the comics. Of course, how nice of Magneto to swat her away like an annoying fly. Romance for the ages, guys.

X-Men #2

More on panel time! They're really going for all the group shots these days - probably to milk sales. But I mean, Rogue and Gambit look good just standing next to each other, so who am I to complain?

So, back to the plot... Magneto is getting pissy because the world governments are seeing him as a threat. He kidnaps Moira MacTaggart and berates her and blames her for all of his issues (because, you know, she messed with his genetics after he was de-aged, in an attempt to make him /not/ a villain). It was... a whole thing don't worry about it.

Anyway, he has Moira (somehow) brainwash the Blue Team into joining Magneto's side. Because they can't otherwise be convinced. Which, oh my gosh - what's with all the brainwashing lately?? Of course, this means it's Gold Team to the rescue...

X-Men #3

I'm going to try to document every time they're on the same cover. Also, it isn't X-Men unless there's at least an X vs X brawl every other month.

X-Men #3

Another group shot with Magneto in between them?? What can this mean??? Actually, nothing, I think it's just a coincidence. But - I really like the art here.

But.. you guys! YOU GUYS! We get our first real Romy moment in this issue! Granted - they're still brainwashed! But it's another first! Here we go...

X-Men #3

So, they're all hanging out on Asteroid M, taking it easy because - apparently that's what you do when you're a brainwashed Magneto fan. I love that Cyclops is still in his full uniform while Gambit has managed to strip down to his undies. I'm sure we can all tell who is the real fun one of the group.

You know what I like about this exchange, though? Gambit was casually complementing her diving skills and Rogue is the one who decides to get flirty about it. Of course, Gambit's going to push it further - see how far she wants to really go, and that'll cause her to run -- a dynamic that we're going to see a ton of as we go through all of this early stuff.

But for all that Gambit's going to push - it's not completely unwarranted or completely out of nowhere. Yeah, he gets flirty with the ladies on principal. Yeah, he went for kissing (fake robot) Jean unprompted because he thought he could. I won't defend some of the ickier aspects of these comics.

But... I'm fascinated by the idea of - what if she could touch? Would it still be a game to him? Would she have let it continue? Would they just have had a little fling right off the bat? Are her powers what really pushes them to have a deeper relationship than what they might have had? Just all the thoughts I'm throwing out there.

I also like that, that little moment of humor, where she knocks him into the pool, is so genuine it shakes her out of her mind control.

I also like that Gambit's genuine concern for her stops his playfulness.

It's such a tease of some great stuff coming up, and I am here for it.

X-Men #3

And that's really all we get guys. The Gold Team shows up to save the day but not before some X-Men fighting amongst each other. Magneto monologues for a while. Charles tries to get him to see reason. The people of Earth try to nuke Asteroid M and everyone gets outta there while Magneto decides to go down with the proverbial ship.

X-Men #3

This is in the closing moments of the issue - and I'm putting it here because it is Rogue talking about Magneto again -- but kind of seeing reason and how their ideologies do not work. She's trying to get Xavier to see this, and it's funny that Xavier is having a very hard time trying to let his old 'friend' go. Rogue, however, is fine. Maybe there had been a small, romantic spark of being caught up in close quarters in a shared moment. But that was all it was.

There is more to a longer lasting romance than fleeting moments due to circumstances. ;)

The X-Men take off leaving Magneto and his real followers to their fates. Of course... we know that it's never the real end of Magneto. Asteroid M may blow up, but he'll be fine.

However, I'll take a moment say that it's a poetic ending. Chris Claremont closes it out with a sort of goodbye. His tenure on X-Men is now complete, and we've fully stepped into a bright, new era!

X-Men #4 is gonna bring it. Let's do it! ;)

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years ago

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Playing with Fire

Part 1 (ft. Riddle and Silver) I Part 2 (ft. Trey and Kalim) I Part 3 (ft. Jade and Lilia) I Part 4 (ft. Deuce and Jamil) I Part 5 (ft. Malleus and Ruggie) | Part 6 (ft. Cater and Rook) | Part 7 (ft. Sebek and Floyd)

In which Gordon Ramsay-kun is isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland. Part Food Wars, part Hell’s Kitchen, all Master Chef—Night Raven College isn’t ready to take on this Michelin Star celebrity!!

As the age-old saying goes, “if you play with fire, be prepared to get burned”! Will Idia and Ace be able to withstand the chef forged in the flames of hell’s kitchen?

asdhbasildsb PRETEND LIKE THIS ISN'T BEING PUT OUT AFTER THE EVENT 😭 (At least I'm all caught up on Master Chefs now...)

Imagine this…

"Alright, let's start cookin'!"

"HOLD IT!! Where do you think you’re going, Trappola?!”

"Gack!" Ace felt himself being yanked back by the collar, forcing the air out of him. The Ramshackle Prefect had him in a formidable grip—one rivaling that of Riddle's iron fist. "What's the big deal, stoppin' a guy from makin' a meal?"

A drawn-out sigh came from behind Gordon. “Fwehehe… Leave it to Ace-shi to solo-rush the boss battle… He's the type to button mash to skip past the tutorial and jump straight into things."

Annoyance surged up, and Ace spat out his heated words. "Oi, can it! Least I'm not shaking in my boots before getting anywhere NEAR the kitchen!"

“Not looking like that you aren’t.” Gordon flicked the first year’s chef’s hat, setting it askew. “Fix your hair! We don’t want any of it getting into the food.”

“Yeees, sir,” Ace groaned with an eye roll.

Gordon glanced at Idia, taking in the few hair clips he had scrounged up to clip his bangs back.

“You, Shroud!” Gordon snapped at him. “All your hair’s got to go up.”

“E-Eh…? All of it? B-But Ace-shi doesn’t have to! Th-This is gamer discrimination!!”

“Are your ears not working? Yes, I said ALL of it.” Gordon pointed to the blue flames that sprouted from the dorm leader’s scalp. “It has nothing to do with your hobbies, you’re a walking fire hazard!! What’s going to happen when a drop of oil hits you?”

“B-But my hair doesn’t even behave like regular fire does…” Idia mumbled, earning a glare from his instructor. “E-Eeep!! I-I got it, I’ll do it already!!”

“Oh, how the tables turn,” Ace sniggered as he secured the last of his bangs. The rest of his hair was too short to maneuver under his hat, spiking out on either side of his head.

“Alright, I’m gonna go ahead! Smell ya later, senpai!” He threw a wink and a wave at Idia before prancing into the kitchen.

The cheek and cheer made Idia cringe. What little motivation he had for this class wilted down to cinders.

He sniffed and mournfully did away with his hair, tucking every last bit of blue out of sight. When he at last dragged himself to the kitchen entryway, he hesitated on stepping through.

Haunting memories plagued his mind—the booming demands, the door being bashed down with fists and frying pans. Two monstrous men hovering above him as he cowered in a ball. The darkly easygoing expression on Floyd, Sebek in an imposing, militant stance, glaring down at him.

“Oi, Firefly Squid-senpai. This all the noodles you got? You’d better tell the truth or else Crocodile-chan and I will squeeze you senseless~”

Idia's fingers trembled terribly at the thought. Clamminess collected on his palms. The room seemed to spin

Gordon materialized by his frozen student's side.

“In you go then!” He gave a firm smack on Idia’s back, propelling him stumbling forward.

Ace, already at his station, looked up from inspecting bell peppers. A rainbow of red, orange, yellow, and green filled several baskets-but when he saw Idia, the peppers’ bright colors paled to Ace's massive grin.

“BAHAHAHAHAH!!” The first year keeled over, unable to contain his laughter. One arm cradled his stomach to keep himself from collapsing, the other pointing a knife at his upperclassman. “YOU TOTALLY LOOK BALD!!"

Idia flushed, shrinking into his chef's uniform. Were his hair visible, the flames would have, no doubt, been tinged pink with embarrassment.

"S-Sure, go for the low blow and pick on the guy whose character looks like crap in the event exclusive armor... This is why I wanted to send my tablet for this course instead of coming in person!!"

"Not bloody likely."

Idia stiffened at their instructor's voice, and the sharp clap that followed it. The sound echoed like static tracing along his scalp. His culinary nightmares had only just begun.

"If you've got the time to fuck around, you have time to cook. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, you two!"

Gordon Ramsay made sure to plant himself squarely between Ace and Idia's work benches. Knowing what chaos the kitchen grounds could breed, he didn't want to take any chances by leaving either or unsupervised. Not again, not after so many sessions with NRC's various problem children.

Chop, chop, chop...

"Groan..."

How many times have I taught this course by now? Gordon mused to himself, dragging a hand over his face. The horrors he had witnessed brought back the beginnings of a migraine, the slow simmer of rage.

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop...

"Groooan..."

They aren't all bad kids, he thought. Some were just misunderstood, overeager, or lacking the technical abilities. Patience, Gordon, patience. They're children. They have plenty of room to grow.

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop…

"GROOOOOOOOOOAN!!

He snapped.

“… Trappola, your task is to cut the bell peppers, not to complain as you do it!!" Gordon bellowed with a huff.

"But teeeach," Ace whined, "there's so many veggies!! Why do I have to be the one to chop them all, anyway? Just cuz it's easy doesn't mean I like doing this, y'know!! My hand hurts, it's totally cramping!"

"You have the talent to make them the same size and shape. That will help the peppers cook more evenly once we throw them on the heat." Gordon pointed to another basket full of peppers. "So suck it up!"

“Can’t you make Idia-senpai split this work?! He’s barely doing anything on his own anyway, and a cute little underclassman like me sure could use the extra helping hand!”

Gordon deadpanned.

“What?! I am cute,” Ace insisted, “and I wasn’t joking about wanting that helping hand.”

“And you’re not getting it.”

"Uggggh, fiiiiine.”

Ace unenthusiastically returned to his chopping board. As he brought his knife down, bisecting a crimson pepper, his expression lightened with a realization. “Hey, you know what? With so many peppers lying around, I could cram an extra helping of it into Deuce’s portion!!”

Gordon frowned. “… Is that seriously what’s motivating you?”

“Haha, yup 🎵”

What a fast turnaround. Perked right up.

“All I need now’s a dish that’s easy to hide peppers in! What should I go with? A soup? Stir fry? Oh, ooor I could do an omelet—the ultimate betrayal!” He snickered in a self-congratulatory manner. “Deuce won’t ever know what hit him!!”

The master chef heaved a sigh and glanced at Idia’s station, leaving Ace to his mise en place. “And how are you doing over there, Shroud?”

Idia jumped at the mention of his name. His fingers, sticky and (aptly) peppered with pepper seeds, were fumbling with measuring spoons.

"I-I'm fine..."

"Well, what's taking you so long? In the same time Trappola's knocked out a few crates, you've been standing around twiddlin' your thumbs."

"S-So what if my stat growth is a little slower than Ace-shi's?! Cut me some slack here, this process couldn't be more inefficient if it tried!!"

Idia furiously shook his head. "It'd all be done by now if I had a machine to throw together a meal... instead, I have to tediously measure spices by hand and deal with this stuffy place. These steps could all be automated."

Gordon snorted, unimpressed with the dour attitude. "If everything were automated, you'd be putting a lot of people out of their passions."

"Jobs," Idia corrected. "You mean their jobs."

"No, I mean their passions," Gordon shot back. "A fire burns because it has fuel, and passions exist because of the spirit behind them. That's something no A.I. could replicate."

"Hihihihi..." A smug, challenging smile emerged on Idia's blue lips. "Try telling that to Ortho. Bet he could perfectly recreate any recipe you throw at him in record time. Think you could honestly take him? Heh, bring it."

“You certainly changed your tone quickly—but if you can talk like that about your own creation, then I’d better see that same energy in your dish.” The closest pan was gripped and handed to a slack-jawed Idia.

“B-B-But…!!”

“Let’s see you put your money where your mouth is.”

Gordon was already at the stove, cranking up the heat. A circle of flames erupted from the burner. In the glow of the fire, Gordon appeared not human, but like a demon chef from hell.

“I-I wasn’t built for this!!” Idia wailed in protest, only to have a spatula at him.

His instructor’s response was blunt and full of snark. “Perfect opportunity for you to ‘get good’, then. There’s no teacher like experience.”

Idia struggled to produce a counter argument—but his mind was moving fasting than his body. Gordon had seized the arm with the pan by the wrist and guided it to the stove, adding a splash of oil to it. The third year flinched as heat crept onto his skin.

“Peppers in, and cook until tender!!” Gordon ordered. "If you can’t take this much, you won't last long in my kitchen!"

Idia fearfully obeyed, tossing in a few of the peppers he had just washed. The water droplets crackled upon contact, and—

Crackle, sssszzzt, POP!!

“E-EEEEEEeeEEeEP!!” Idia launched back, dodging the flecks of hot oil that sprayed at him. Cook until tender? The apprentice chef would be tenderized sooner than the vegetables would!

“Hoo, boy. This is gonna be a looong class,” Ace muttered from his station. "Dude has no chill at all..."

“Haven’t I suffered enough?! J-Just put me out of my misery alreadyyyy!!”

“We’ve only just started, boys!!” Gordon barked. There was no mistaking the blazing passion in his composure and in his eyes. “Put your backs into it!! I’ll make men out of you yet!!”