#this is 1.4k lmao

[forlorn-crows]

its time!

 For my fellow Mount lover, In what i've named “The Spreader Bar Chronicles”  I'm tasking you with, soft, sweet Mounty. Praising, worshiping, *loving* Shy Aether. Im going to be just a little picky about this, you dont have to use the exact line but something abouts “you take care of everyone so well, let me take care of *you* for once” very centered around aether just relaxing, letting go, not having to work for his enjoyment. The spreader bar, not to be a punishment, or restriction, but cautionary, so mount has all the room in the world to work. To leave Aether exposed, vulnerable. Naked But Safe. 

I am so very excited to see what comes of this, kiss kiss<3

uhh aether def starts out shy but i think he got a lil too horny in there. but he's being reallllyyy good for his mountain, dont worry.

trans aether this time. bc we all know how i feel about his short fat [redacted]

Aether digs his fingers into Mountain's thigh, gripping a little tighter as the earth ghoul's lithe fingers dip into his wet folds. Touching just for the sake of touching, indulging in the little whines he receives when the pads of the digits skim over Aether's fat length. 

"How's that?" Mountain asks softly, pressing a kiss to the quintessence ghoul's temple. 

He bites his lip, gives a short nod of the head. His legs twitch against the spreader bar at his ankles. It took a little coaxing to get Aether to let him tighten the leather straps there, situate the connected wooden bar so that his legs stayed spread, open. Vulnerable, Aether had said. But really, it's encouragement to relax, to take all that Mountain will lovingly give.

"You're so shy like this. It's alright, you know, to want to be taken care of." Mountain's fingers close around his clit and offer short, slow strokes. Indulgent. Intimate. Aether sighs, tipping his head back to thump against the earth ghoul's collarbone.

"I know. S' hard sometimes," he admits.

"You take care of everyone else constantly, darling. Let me take care of you for once, hm?" 

His hips buck against Mountain's hand. "So do you," he protests.

"Hush. You can take care of me later," he tuts. He snakes his other hand up to a pebbled nipple before he can offer another retort. Pinches the pink bud between two fingers. Aether keens, dick throbbing in Mountain's hand.

"That's it," he encourages. "There you go."

“Feels good,” he groans. “Can you do them both? Just for a little bit.” Mountain hums in agreement, giving his length another stroke before bringing his hand up to the other nipple. He hooks his chin over the quintessence ghoul’s shoulder, watching as he swirls one finger around the buds. 

“Fuck,” Aether breathes. His eyes slip closed, hands petting at Mountain’s thighs. The earth ghoul’s gentleness is accented with points of pleasure; a flick here, a pinch there. Playing with them until they turn a pretty mauve. He can feel Aether’s breath hitch when he moves to palm at his tits in earnest, perfectly sized to fit in the full span of Mountain’s hands. 

“This okay?” Mountain asks, kneading at the flesh. He nuzzles into Aether’s cheek.

“Yeah,” he says, almost a whisper. “Shit, Mountain, that makes me so hard, keep doing it.”

“Mm, I can see that,” he hums, eyes flicking down to his cock, standing fat and flushed from out of his folds now. It kicks a little under his gaze. Aether’s legs twitch again, rattling the little metal hardware on the bar straps. “Wet too, I bet.”

Aether makes a gut-punched noise, arching with it. He doesn’t answer. Instead, he grabs one of Mountain’s hands and guides it back down to his cunt, pushing his fingers against his entrance where it is, indeed, very slick. 

“You feel so good here,” Mountain praises. He pets his folds, coating his fingers. “Doing such a good job, letting me take care of you.” His fingers dip in just a little, pressing on his walls, just to feel. “Can I add a little something, pamper you some more?”

Aether nods, still lost in the feeling of his fingers. The earth ghoul reaches somewhere behind him, producing two small objects. He opens his hand to reveal a small bottle of lube and a small, clear silicone toy. 

“Oh,” Aether breathes. “Yes. Please, yes.” The toy in question is a cock stroker, perfectly sized for his smaller length. Mountain squishes it slightly, the ribbed texture inside rubbing against itself. 

“Allow me,” the earth ghoul rumbles. He squirts a few drops of lube inside, spreading it with his finger. He takes the excess and circles Aether’s dick with it, getting it even wetter. Aether watches and takes a shaky breath. 

Mountain swirls the end of the sleeve around the tip of his clit, dipping the head of it in and out, in and out in slow movements. When Aether starts grabbing at his thighs again, he slides it on. 

“Fuck. Mountain, please.” He twitches his hips into it. Struggles against the bar again, trying to clamp his thighs around Mountain’s hand. The outline of his length shows through the opaque material, the little head just poking out when Mountain squishes it all the way down. 

“There you go; feels good, doesn’t it?” He strokes at a medium pace, adding plenty of squeezes and rubs against the tip. 

“Uh huh,” Aether whines. He’s leaning fully into the earth ghoul now, helpless to the flick of his wrist and the drag of the stroker. 

“Look so good, darling,” Mountain says, a little breathless himself. “Want you to really get into it, show me how much you enjoy it.” Aether cants his hips again. Grinds into the silicone, into Mountain’s hand. Turns his head into his collarbone and moans. “That’s it, take what you need.”

“Gonna make me cum,” he gasps. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” He clenches around nothing, more slick drooling out. His dick throbs inside the sleeve, kicking in tandem with each jump of his stomach, each spasm and jiggle of his thigh. 

“Cum for me, starlight.” And oh, does he. Legs straining against the bar, thumping it against the sheets with each little kick of his legs. Mountain watches his eyes roll back under fluttering lashes, heavy breaths falling from his parted lips. His fingers dig into the meat of the earth ghouls thighs as he tenses and shudders, yelping when Mountain flicks the sleeve off the head of his clit in such a way that makes him clench. One more twitch of his inner thighs and he’s making a choked-off noise as a single spurt of milky-white fluid shoots out onto the sheets. 

“Fuck,” he cries. Mountain holds him close, watching as the last of it dribbles down his folds and just out of view. Aether collapses back against him, chest heaving. “Satanas, you really made me cum. Unholy shit.”

Mountain grips at his hips. Restrains himself from groaning openly in his ear. “Do you want more?” he asks instead, hoping the answer is:

“Yes,” Aether groans. “Want your fingers, get them deep, Mount.”

The earth ghoul rolls his neck, suppressing another moan. “Anything,” he says, perhaps too eagerly. “Anything you want, starlight.” He doesn’t waste a second. One hand presses the flesh of his inner thigh back while the other cups his cunt. Two fingers dip down, sliding wetly inside. Both of them groan with it, Aether at the heightened sensation, Mountain at the silky feeling of his inner walls, the way he clenches immediately around his fingers. 

“Oh,” Aether moans. “Oh really fuck me with them, fill me up.” Mountain really can’t help the noise that comes out of his mouth then. He pulls the quintessence ghoul tighter to him, shifting him slightly to get the best angle before hilting his fingers as far as he can get them. Each thrust squelches with how wet he is, the only sound in the room besides Aether’s groans for a few heated moments. 

A particular brush of Mountain’s palm against his still throbbing clit makes him cry out. Aether’s hand flies up to the back of the earth ghoul’s neck, threading into his hair and straining to pull him closer. 

"Are you hard?" Aether gasps. "Please tell me you are." Mountain lets out a shaky laugh and ruts his cock against his ass as confirmation. “Seven hells please fuck me, Daddy, need you so fucking bad.”

Mountain groans selfishly at the word. “There’s my baby,” he purrs, leaning down to sloppily capture Aether’s mouth in a kiss. “Gonna take such good care of you, darling,” he mumbles against his lips. “You’ve done so well, telling me what you want. Enjoying yourself. So fucking beautiful and good for me.” He lays Aether down, peppering him with kisses as he does, cradling him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. Mountain slots himself on top of Aether, bodies melting together with twin gasps. The earth ghoul tucks his head into the crook of his neck, mouthing at the sensitive spot just under his ear.

“Mount, please. The bar, will you—”

“Hush,” he interrupts. He drags his mouth up to the shell of his pointed ear and licks a shiver-inducing stripe up the side. “It stays on,” he says, the rich baritone going straight to Aether’s gut. “So I can worship you like you deserve.”

[tervaneula]

Leonardo sighs into the white fur his snout is blissfully buried in. 

“You’re so soft,” he mumbles and burrows even further into the warmth in his lap, pulling Yuichi’s back flush against his plastron. 

“We’ve established that about thirty times in the last thirty minutes,” the rabbit chuckles and keeps letting himself be treated like the world’s largest teddy bear. “I should get going though. Your brother is giving me the stink eye.” 

Huh. Leonardo hadn’t even noticed anyone coming into the room from the midst of his trip to Fuzzy Land. 

“...which one?”

“Little Mikey.” 

Leonardo snorts, inadvertently giving Yuichi a light raspberry and he snickers at the tickle of it. 

“Don’t call him that where he can hear you, lest you evoke the fury of Dr. Delicate Touch.” 

“I think he heard me…” 

That gets Leonardo to lift his face up from the fluffy heaven he would’ve been content to spend the rest of eternity in and sure enough, Mikey is downright glaring at them at this point from his seat across the room, arms crossed, a refurbished and heavily modified N-Gage (provided by Genius Built™, of course) he’d apparently been playing games on now laying forgotten in his lap. 

It’s baffling until Leonardo remembers with a jolt that he had promised to go with him to Run of the Mill today. A cursory glance at the clock on the wall tells him that they’re well past the agreed time to leave. 

He audibly swallows. 

“Heyyyy, big man–” he starts but Mikey levels him with an icy glare that doesn’t let him continue and he shrinks, squeezing Yuichi’s middle as if the rabbit could hide him from the quiet fury of his little brother. Yuichi stays silent, no doubt amused by the much bigger man cowering behind him. He’s only heard about both Michelangelos’ different personas and he’s curious to see if any of the infamous doctors will make an appearance this time. Obviously, he’s partly to blame for whatever’s about to occur but while curiosity might kill the cat, satisfaction always brings it back. 

“You know what. It’s okay. It’s perfectly fine to forgo your promise and let your baby brother starve in favour of some cuddles you can get like, iunno, every dang day,” the box turtle says, ice dripping from his voice as he gets up from the armchair and saunters right up to the personal space of the two swordsmen. 

“And the stink eye was for Leo,” he adds and forcefully jabs Leonardo in the forehead with his finger. 

“I’m sorry!” Leonardo squeaks, his head retracting into his shell on instinct. Despite his foul mood, Mikey grins. 

Yuichi looks behind his shoulder… and freezes. 

The smugness radiating from Mikey changes into confusion as the rabbit just keeps staring at the space where Leonardo’s head used to be. 

“Wait, have you never seen him do that before?” he asks, and Yuichi slowly turns his head to look at him. Finally finding his tongue, he almost screeches, 

“That’s normal?!” 

Mikey bursts into laughter. 

“We’re turtles! Obviously! Look!” 

Yuichi’s eyes sting with how they’re nearly bulging out of their sockets as Mikey demonstrates his ability to retract all of his limbs with ease and his shell falls to the floor with a clang. 

“Ta-dah!” he exclaims from within and pushes his arms out enough to make jazz hands at Yuichi. 

“Oh my stars,” the rabbit mumbles and suddenly lightheaded, he leans against Leonardo’s body. The slider finally gets his nerves in check and pops his head back out with a grunt – it’s a tight fit, has been for years, and he’s inherently glad that only a few things are scary enough (Mikey being one of them doesn’t exactly make his life easier but that’s not here nor there) to make him retract any of his body parts. 

He nestles his chin in the crook of Yuichi’s neck and can’t keep the amusement out of his voice. 

“Did I actually spook you?” 

Yuichi draws a deep breath and slumps bonelessly into the slider’s hold. 

“You bet,” he mutters, “that’s so weird. You’re so weird.” 

Leonardo barks out a laugh. “Excuse me! You’re not exactly a model example of normal either, mister universe-hopping, not-a-yokai-nor-a-mutant bunny rabbit.” 

Mikey decides to pop out of his shell at that moment, groaning. 

“Uuuugh nooo, don’t start with the banter! You’re lucky your boyfriend is un excellent comic relief. I’m so hungry, Leo! Let’s go already!” 

Feeling bad for forgetting his promise, Leonardo relinquishes his hold on his heaven-on-earth with a quick peck on his cheek. 

“I’ll portal you home. See you tomorrow?” 

Yuichi sighs but can’t help the smile that tugs the corners of his mouth upwards. “See you tomorrow,” he replies and gets up from Leonardo’s lap. Mikey moves out of his way, having fished his phone out of a pocket on his belt. 

“I’m gonna text our order to Hueso,” he grumbles but the earlier fit of laughter seems to have drained all the venom out of his voice and he only sounds a little vexed. Yuichi almost reaches out to pat his head but thinks better of it and hides his hands in the sleeves of his yukata. 

“I’m sorry for keeping your brother,” he apologises with a small bow, “had I known he had a promise to keep, I would’ve excused myself earlier.” 

Mikey huffs, his thumbs still flying across the screen of his phone. No doubt Leonardo is going to pay for his transgressions in the form of a massive dinner order. “It’s not your responsibility, but I appreciate that!” 

Leonardo shakes his head fondly. He’s infinitely glad that his family has accepted Yuichi so quickly and therefore the rabbit could afford to lose some of that politeness, but he has to admit that it’s also pretty adorable. He gets up to retrieve a katana (formerly a butter knife – one of the more banged-up ones the Mikeys wouldn’t miss) from the conveniently placed wall mount and rotates his wrist to open a portal right to the middle of Yuichi’s living room. 

“I’m still not used to you doing that,” the rabbit says, staring at the swirling mystic energy with more than a little awe. “It’s so convenient! I don’t think there’s a single person in Neo Edo who can do magic like this.” 

“Well duh, only a Hamato can have ninpo like ours!” Mikey puts his phone away and demonstrates his abilities by manifesting a golden chain which he uses to yank the sword out of Leonardo’s grasp. 

“Hey!” 

“My turn!” Mikey giggles and swings the katana through the air, leaving it spinning near the ceiling. Leonardo sighs and hurries to walk Yuichi to the portal before his concentration fades and he has to make it again. The rabbit steps into it obediently but before Leonardo can bid him farewell, he turns around to lean back over the threshold and pulls Leonardo down to squish their snouts together. It’s not really a kiss, per se, but it has the desired effect anyway as the slider’s eyes widen comically and his cheeks flush crimson. Yuichi lets go and steps back with a huge grin, his eyes glinting with mirth. 

“Have fun at dinner! Give my regards to Señor Hueso!” 

Leonardo can only stare after him, the heat on his face practically rivalling the sun, and Mikey has to elbow him in the ribs to get him back in the present. 

“Y-yeah! Bye!” he says, a goofy smile plastered on his embarrassingly red face and Yuichi waves him goodbye as the portal closes. 

Now that there’s no more lovey-dovey nonsense in the way of their dinner, Mikey doesn’t waste a moment to manoeuvre the katana into his hand to grab the hilt in order to slice through the air to make a portal to the pizzeria. The crackling blue ring of magic that appears is small and it wavers before fizzling out and, lucky for the slider, Leonardo manages to suppress his snort in time. 

“Aw man, I thought I had it this time!” 

“No can do, big guy,” Leonardo salutes him and motions for the box turtle to give the sword back to him. Mikey sighs and acquiesces. The portal into the graffitied alleyway appears effortlessly and Mikey immediately jumps in, yelling at the slider to follow. 

Leonardo does, but not before brushing his fingers over his beak, still feeling the tingle Yuichi’s much softer nose left behind. 

He realises he’s irrevocably smitten, and frankly, despite the trouble it landed him in today, he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

LMAOOO OKAY i've never written anything this long this fast so there's probably a bunch of stuff that needs to be fixed but I needed these cuddles and I needed them now. Thank you @spacemimz for requesting them I love you SO MUCH

As you can see though, this turned into something more than just cuddles and I'm kinda. Really happy about it hahjhjhashsdg

[atsoomi]

It's been exactly 2 days, 4 hours, and 32 minutes since you and Kuroo got married.

It was the kind of wedding you thought you’d never get the privilege of having— small, comfortable, and filled with familiar faces— not to mention, the most memorable day of your life. You’d never thought you could be that happy, or that you’d be surrounded by so many people who shared the sentiment. But if Kuroo has done anything through the course of your entire relationship, it’s prove your negative thoughts wrong.

And then, of course, came the honeymoon. 

Previously, you’d argued with him a lot about where to go for the honeymoon period. He thought somewhere in Japan— like Hokkaido with its breathtaking natural scenery, or Kyoto with its countless temples— would do just fine. But you’d nagged him about taking you somewhere outside the country, reminding him of the fact that you live in Japan; you have the rest of your lives to travel around Japan, but who knows when you’ll get the chance to go to Europe again?

After a few weeks of going back and forth, discussing all the possible locations and looking up things till one in the morning, you finally agree on Italy, specifically, Venice. It’s the perfect mix of culture and fun for both of you, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to see The Grand Canal, especially with all the lights at night.

So, after a day of post-wedding packing, and a long day of traveling, you’re finally in Venice. In Venice, on your honeymoon. And it would be absolutely perfect, if you hadn’t lost your husband of two days in the crowd of locals. 

You’d done a lot, a lot, of research on spots in Venice that you wanted to visit during the 3-week stay. And you’ve always known (after a lifetime of fantasizing about this trip) that if you come to Italy, you have to try their gelato. So you went through a few articles, bookmarked a few websites, and found this shop, Gelateria il Doge. 

It’s been described as a hidden attraction, and you’ve always loved discovering hidden gems. The excitement was so overpowering that the first thing you decided to do once you settled down in your hotel room is go out and find it. Kuroo can’t say no when you’re so excited, so it only took twenty minutes to find yourself at the desired spot.

You went in, without Kuroo because he insisted on slowing down and taking some more pictures, and you finally ordered the gelato you’ve been thinking about since you agreed to come to Italy. But it seems to have cost you your husband.

He’s not where he was standing five minutes ago, you turn and scan the mass of people walking by, but you don’t spot the familiar head of dark hair. Your phone rests in your cross bag but your hands are full with gelato, so you hesitantly accept your fate and sit on the nearest bench you can find, assuming that you’ll just spot him when he comes back from wherever he went. 

You sit and admire the cold treat in your hand, it’s beautiful and inviting and it makes you feel like you’ve never had ice cream before. It makes you feel like your life is about to be altered permanently, even though you’re not completely sure what flavor you got— something about poor Italian skills and taking risks.

You’re about to taste it for the first time, practically salivating at that point, when a strange guy sits on the same bench, seemingly popping out of nowhere. You pause, mouth shutting, as you peer at him with caution. He’s undeniably good looking, skin-kissed tan skin and brown hair falling over warm green eyes, but he’s not exactly your type. No other man could be.

You attempt to ignore his presence, but he turns his head and you make intense eye contact. Your mouth hangs slightly open as he scans your face, it’s awkward and you feel the awkwardness paralyze you into speechlessness. You’re sure you look incredibly dumb but your mind is too busy malfunctioning to save you. 

His eyes go down to your hand and he says something in Italian that you don’t understand. A few seconds pass by before he reaches for it, your hand that is, with wide eyes. You reflexively flinch away, alarmed at the sudden approach. What the hell is going on?

“Oh my god, you idiot, the gelato.” He speaks, frustrated, this time in the language you can understand, with a heavy Italian accent. 

You look down at your hands and you’re surprised at the trail of melted gelato on your hand. Oh, he’s not a creep, you realize, he was just trying to help.

You bashfully keep your head down, embarrassed at how you reacted and the fact that you were too tense to realize he said the word gelato about 3 times. God, this is embarrassing, where is your husband when you need him? 

“Sorry about that,” you lick the melted sweet off as discreetly as possible, “I don’t speak Italian.” 

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Yeah, I can tell.” 

You’re silent, ashamed to be specific, as you eat the rest of your gelato before something else happens. He observes you for a few minutes, as you eat from both cones to prevent any disasters, before he chuckles quietly. 

“Tourist?” He asks. 

“Kinda,” you answer, slowly relaxing as the embarrassment wears off. 

He nods, “How did you find this store then?” he points to Gelateria il Doge. It stands there proudly, almost mocking you for making a fool out of yourself in front of a local.

“Oh, lots of research.” You laugh to yourself, remembering the sight of a very tired Kuroo by your side while you’re on your thousandth new tab. “It actually wasn’t that hard.” 

“Do you like it?” He asks. 

“The gelato?” 

He shakes his head, “Italy.” 

“Oh,” you smile, “yeah, it’s lovely and I’ve wanted to visit for a really long time.” He hums approvingly so you go on. “You’re Italian, aren’t you? Grew up here?”

“Kinda”, he retorts and you giggle, “I grew up in the south, but my brother lives here.” 

You nod your head in understanding; more questions are on the tip of your tongue (like his name for example?) when you’re interrupted by a familiar voice. 

“Oh I thought you looked familiar.” You turn your head and see your husband of two days walking towards you and this Italian stranger. He beams at you, happy to be reunited with the sight of your lovely face, but halts for a second when his eyes shift over to the guy. He tips his head to the side, silently asking about him, and you just smile. I’ll tell you later. 

“You weren’t going to eat both gelatos yourself after all,” the Italian says, which reminds you of the two cones you’ve been holding yourself the whole time, and the fact that your husband walked off and left you all alone, in Venice of all places. You’ll definitely yell at him once you’re alone, but for now, you settle on standing up and handing him his cone. 

“I’ll leave you lovebirds alone now, enjoy the honeymoon, ciao.”

He winks at you discreetly, maybe not discreet enough because Kuroo suddenly places his arm around your shoulder protectively, and you manage to wave at him before he’s gone. 

Kuroo turns to you, eyebrow raised, “was he hitting on you?” 

You laugh, “that’s all you care about, isn’t it? What about telling me where the hell you’ve been? Or apologizing for making me wait so long,” you slap his chest, “it’s actually your fault I had to entertain another man.” 

He holds your hand against his chest, grinning at the fake annoyance in your voice, “I apologize my dear, dear wife.” His eyes rest on the ring he put on your finger for a second, feeling prideful. “ Let’s sit, we have to finish this before it melts.” 

While you eat, you tell him about the whole interaction with the Italian man and every small thing that happened while you were apart. He scoffs at the events between you and the guy, fully convinced that he just wanted an excuse to touch your hand. You laugh and tease him about how attractive the guy was, telling him maybe you should’ve gone with the guy who didn’t leave you all alone. He flicks your forehead before you can continue and that conversation gets lost between all the other topics. You ask him what he was doing while he was gone, and he smiles, all-knowing and mysterious. 

“You’ll see.”

[stevebabey]

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You’re expecting him to be gone by eight. Nine at the latest.

The clock on the wall ticks closer to to 10pm and you unwillingly keep tabs on it, driven by your restless anxiety. You should be watching the show on the grainy television screen ahead of you, really. Especially after you jokingly bickered with Steve over the film choice for so long and he finally gave in and fed your pick into the VCR.

But you’re not focused on that either. If your eyes aren’t darting to check the clock, all your focus is zeroed in on the feeling of Steve’s thigh pressed against your own.

It might as well be searing a scorch mark into your skin; you’re sure the feeling might be imprinted in your memory forever. His warmth seeps into you. Somehow, it feels like he’s both defrosting hidden worries within you and setting you aflame. Hopes rise and yet, with them come a dozen other new worries.

Despite his closeness, still, you really were expecting him to be gone by eight. Why is he still here? It’s a little uncomfortable to admit it to yourself but you know the confusion stems from the fact people don’t tend to stick around with you.

Steve seems to be an exception.

You check the clock again and try not to think too hard about how nice his closeness is. How you’re already missing it when he hasn’t even left yet. The hand on the clock shudders with every second it ticks around the clock-face. Steve sees your motion, his eyes silently checking in on you, and a frown crinkles his brow at your distracted state.

“Everything alright?” He asks, voice a bit raspy from under use.

You startle just a bit, head whipping towards him beside him. He’s watching you close, amber eyes sincere and expression open. Surprise sprouts within your chest; he must have noticed your fidgeting attention.

“What? Yeah, yes, everything’s fine.” You assure him with a nod, maybe a bit too eager. “Everything alright with you?” You ask nervously, just to check.

Steve laughs a bit at that. He presses his knee against yours purposefully, a gentle knock. Pairs it with a sweet smile.

“Yep,” He smiles, pink lips not at all distracting you in the least. Your gaze darts to the moles on his neck and back to his face as he continues. “You just keep checking the clock. Want to make sure I‘m not... y'know, overstaying my welcome.”

His words dip at the end, clipped by a tone of worry as he turns back to face the screen ahead a bit, pretending to re-tune in. Steve’s been working on toning it down, trying not to be too intense too quickly. Both in the interest of protecting his heart and trying not to scare you off.

But shit, you’re lovely. Steve’s not entirely sure he’s got a choice in this; his heart feels like it might crawl its way out of his chest just to be nearer to you. It’s particularly insatiable when you’re this close. Thigh to thigh. He can smell your perfume and he’s fairly certain it’s put him in some lovesick state of delirium.

Still, he can read people. Your insistence on checking the clock implies you want him to leave and yet, he can hear the tiny hitch of your breath when he leans closer. Confusion muddles together in his brain.

From the way surprise flickers across your features, you don’t actually want him to go. Some part of him sighs in relief before you even open your mouth to reassure him.

“What? No! No, no way.” The words come out a bit squeakier than you want. You curse yourself for somehow letting him believe you want him gone when it’s quite the opposite you want.

Steve nods, his face earnest enough to tell you he believes you. He shifts on the couch, turning back to face you and inadvertently leans in closer. Swirls of his cologne rush your senses. You hate how your brain tries to commit it to memory in an instant. Fuck, he’s pretty.

“So,” Steve starts, licking his lips in a nervous motion. He gestures with his hand, “The clock?”

Shit. You’ve accidentally cornered yourself. You can either let Steve stew, not quite believing that he isn’t just imposing on you and your time, or tell the truth. It somehow feels even more pathetic now than ever.

“I just,” You start, tearing your eyes off his face. Your throat grows a bit thicker and your fingers find a thread on your pants to toy with. “I’m... surprised you’re still here. That you want to be here. And, y’know, spend time with me. Still.”

It doesn’t feel any greater to say aloud. Eyes fixed in your lap, teeth worrying your bottom lip, you miss the way Steve’s eyes widen. Some wave of hurt curdles up inside him, sour and sore, because fuck, you’re waiting for him to leave? Not because you want him to but you’re expecting it?

Screw trying to tone himself down. Steve knows his heart is on his sleeve and he’ll be damned if the one time he tries to shelter it, it backfires. The words come out easy, without a lick of a lie in them.

“I want to spend all my time with you.” He says sincerely, another press of his leg against yours to drive the message home. He means it completely.

That has your head tugging up. Steve’s heart gives a painful little twist at the utter surprise on your face.

“You do?” You ask.

He pushes on, ignoring the urge to ask who made you feel like such a burden and whether he could throttle them. “I like you. I mean, yeah, of course, I wanna spend time with you.” 

He says it so flippantly, casualness dousing every word, like it was a thought he’d thought a thousand times. Heat flames in your chest, brilliantly warm, and curls up to your face. You let out a breath, a little shuddering quiet laugh of disbelief.

“Oh.” You say. The smile curling at the edges of your mouth is impossible to fight. It’s a full blown grin by the time you meet his eyes again and shuffling closer feels like an instinct you can’t ignore.

“Me too.” You admit, nerves still piling in your chest but damn, if the elation of hearing those words doesn’t beat them by a mile. “I mean, I like you too. As well.”

Steve rumbles out another chuckle but you can see how delight dances across his face. His shoulders sit a little lower, grin a little more confident all of a sudden. His knee nudges yours again, for what must be the umpteenth time this night. Forget scorching, he’s burning into your side — the touch unbearable in the best way now you know he wants you. Wants you like you want him.

“Sounds like we’re in the same boat, you and I.” He says simply, wiggling his arm out from where it’s sandwiched between the two of you. He pulls it up to his face with a clenched fist, covering a yawn, and it takes about another second for it to click — when he stretches the arm up, above your heads, and lets it settle down around your shoulder.

God, that’s a move. You’re nearly ashamed of how well it works on you, considering your stomach twists up gleefully. He’s flirting with you.

“Sounds like it.” You breathe out, voice escaping you a bit at how much closer the two of you are now his arm is around you. Steve’s breath fans across your face, his eyes locked onto your face. They roam your face, drinking in the details, paying particular attention to your mouth.

You lick your lips without meaning to and decide you can’t wait til another evening together, hours away, to know what his lips feel like. Steve will not be the only brave one tonight.

Leaning in, you give a moment's pause, to let him give you a sign to back off. To see if the universe will pull the rug out from underneath you, for this to be some cruel joke.

Steve nods, the tiniest motion. This close, you can see the smallest quiver of his lips. You do your best to kiss it away, trying your hardest to contain your smile with your lips against his. From the way Steve smiles into the kiss, you’re sure he doesn’t mind.

[theclearblue]

Me: Hmm it's been awhile since I've been to reddit and it's not always terrible so let's see the jjk discussions being had

The discussion:

Me: ....oh nothing interesting right now, I'll check back later

[pinkpastels113]

why are the colors and descriptors so vivid in this fic is the alcohol making me an artist or something

[djsangos]

You’re trying to distract yourself by playing The Swims 2, with mild success, when you’re jerked out of the game by the most ear-destroying airhorn sound you could’ve found online emanating from your phone, and you’re on top of it as soon as the horn fades out.

From: 🏈4️⃣🦑4️⃣🏈 Im ready

Not even taking the time to write a reply, you hastily grab your shoes and crutches, and you’re out the door.

It’s only when you’re at the station waiting for the next train that you actually text him back.

To: 🏈4️⃣🦑4️⃣🏈 sorry forgot to reply im THAT single minded right now

waiting for the train see you soon

When you’re actually on the subway, that airhorn blares again, and cod, okay, you’re gonna change it back now, fucking everyone’s staring at you now and it’s making you even more anxious.

From: 🏈4️⃣🦑4️⃣🏈 Okay

You almost just fucking bust down the door when you get to Four’s apartment, but you manage to contain yourself enough to simply knock.

“It’s open,” comes a call from inside, and that’s all it takes for you to swing open the door and practically sprint into the living room.

And there, on the couch, looking up at you so fucking forlornly, is Four. Tears staining their cheeks, looking like they’ve just watched their whole family get murdered before their eyes. Cod… you haven’t seen him this upset in so fucking long.

“Hi,” you say lamely, suddenly not really sure what to say.

“Hi,” he echoes. “Sorry I basically ghosted you. And everyone.”

You shake your head. “You’re fine.” You make your way over to the couch, lean your crutches against the arm, and gingerly sit down on Four’s right. “...You wanna talk?”

They sigh, bring their laptop closer to the two of you on the coffee table, and open it up to a page displaying what looks like a set of courses and grades. He gestures to it, flopping against the back of the couch. “I’m a terrible engineer.”

You lean forward to take a closer look and can’t contain a wince. “Yeesh.”

“Yeah,” he breathes. “I started flopping pretty hard last year, but I didn’t want anyone to be disappointed in me, so I lied… I’m sorry.”

Okay, yeah, all these grades are pretty fucking terrible. Math, physics, engineering, all abysmal fucking scores. All except…

“History of Beauty and Fashion?” you read aloud.

“That’s my elective.”

“You did pretty coddamn swell in that one. Crushed it, even.” You lean away from the laptop to meet their gaze. “But you’re like, the freshest squid in town, so that’s expected.”

“Eeeehhh,” he groans. “It’s just something I’m passionate about.”

“More passionate about than engineering?”

“Eeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh,” they repeat, then, “I… don’t think I was ever all that passionate about engineering. I think I just wanted to major in it ‘cause it sounded cool.”

“Didn’t you say it was your dream?”

“Yeah, but…” Voice straining, they cross their arms, look up at the ceiling. “I was eighteen. Dreams change. Mostly I think my dream was just to go to college.”

His fingers grip his upper arms, and for all his rapid blinking at the ceiling and biting his lips, he can’t keep fresh tears from falling down his cheeks.

“And somehow I failed even that.”

“Hey,” you say, seemingly failing your attempt at a gentle tone, because they wince. Tentatively, you place a comforting hand on their shoulder. “So you hit a rough patch. That doesn’t mean you’re a failure. Maybe you just need a different strategy.”

“Then what about you?” They level their gaze on you again, no longer trying to stop the tears. “You failed. You gave up. Wasn’t that your strategy!?”

You pull your hand away as if they just burned you. “I-- I—” It feels like he just stabbed you in both fucking hearts. “This- this isn’t about me.”

He grasps both your shoulders, tight, hands shaking. “If you gave up, then what the hell am I supposed to do!?”

Instinctively, you try to pull their hands from your shoulders, but they won’t budge. “Do better than me! I made a mistake, I’m trying to keep you from repeating it.”

Their grip only tightens. “I-I-I—” he sobs. “I already have!”

“Ngh, no,” you say, grunting. “Hey, let g—You came clean before it was too late. That’s the difference—Let go!”

Finally, you manage to pry one of his hands off your shoulder, but it must be mostly his doing, because the other one shortly follows, and Four deflates. He takes shuddering breaths, wipes their cheeks with the heel of their palm. “I’m sorry,” they mumble through sobs. “I—I’m just so fucking mad at myself.”

“Don’t be,” you say, massaging your left shoulder. Cod, that’s gonna bruise for sure. “It’s not too late. If you wanna stay in school, there’s still time to fix this. If you don’t, that’s fine too.”

“How can I fix this?”

“I mean, if you’re not into engineering anymore, you can change your major, right?”

“I’m about to start my senior year.”

“You don’t have to finish college in four years.” You move onto your right shoulder. Ow, this guy’s got strong fucking hands. “You can take as long as you want. Change as many majors as you want.”

“But—”

You finish your short self-massage and rotate both shoulders for a minute.. “Or, like. Take time off if you want. You can always come back later, if the summer isn’t long enough to figure it out.”

“I don’t know what I want,” he sighs, then looks up at you guiltily. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say. “You okay?”

“I dunno,” they say. “I think I will be. Thanks for coming.”

“Don’t mention it.” You open your arms, offering a hug. “Bring it in?”

Four practically falls into your arms, and you both share a good, tight hug, until after several moments, when Four pipes up, “Uh, you sure you’re okay, Cap? You’re shaking.”

“I think that’s you.”

“I mean I am, but so are you.”

“Uh.” You pull back and raise a hand to your eyes. Yeah, it’s shaking like a leaf in the wind, and it hits you now just how light-headed you are, too. And fucking hungry. “I. Think I’m starving.”

“Pfft, dork,” Four scoffs affectionately. “What, were you so worried about me you couldn’t eat?”

“Pretty much.” His smile wavers for a second at your answer, but then perks right back up.

“Lucky I DoorDived like, a bunch of donuts to sadly binge-eat this morning. Want some? I’ve still got a lot left.”

“Uh, fuck yeah.”

Over donuts, the two of you come up with a tentative game plan to help Four with his school problems: Since summer just started, they can take the vacation to really think about if they wanna continue in school, and if they do, whether to change their major and to what. If they’re still unsure, they can take as long as they need to figure it out, and you and the rest of the splatoon will of course be there to offer any support and advice he needs.

“It’s like,” he says, halfway through a donut, “stupidly simple. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me when I started struggling last year.”

“Sometimes just talking it out helps,” you say. “And dude, I’m fucking sorry I didn’t notice sooner. I should have, and we could’ve gotten this hashed out already.”

They shake their head. “Don’t be. I’m really good at hiding shit.”

“Then I gotta get better at finding your hiding places.”

He laughs, and it seems so much less strained than yesterday.

Later, once you arrive home, you’re about to text Eight and the rookie to let them know that Four’s gonna be okay, when you hear the music from your laptop and realize you left it open and running The Swims 2 unpaused like, this whole fucking time. Rushing to check on the game confirms your worst fears.

“Aw, fuck.” If the point of playing The Swims 2 was to kill off all your Swims, then you would be the world champion! Yeah, that’s the game over screen. You snap a picture and send it to Four.

To: 🏈4️⃣🦑4️⃣🏈 [picture]

you killed all my swims

you monster

From: 🏈4️⃣🦑4️⃣🏈 Im so sorry

Im a murderer 🔪

Mournfully, you close the game. Rest in peace, your Swims. At least their sacrifice was worth it.

[huntingteeth]

i have an inkling that this next chapter is going to be a fucking beast of a chapter

[wikiangela-fanfics]

I don't mind a detour (as long as I still get to be yours)

honestly, no idea what this is, it got away from me lol

Words: 1.4k

[read on Ao3]

***

Buck falls asleep on his couch. It happens so quickly it takes Eddie by surprise. When he comes back into the room and sees Buck fast asleep, at first he feels a hint of panic, before he reminds himself that Buck’s completely fine and he just nodded off. He’s just exhausted.

Still, Eddie finds himself almost holding his breath as he listens to Buck’s, just to make sure it’s there, as he watches his chest rise and fall. He just needs to- he needs to make sure, is all. It’s not rational, but it’s not like anyone’s gonna know. He spends almost a minute like that, bated breath, just listening and observing, his hands growing cold and damp from the condensation from the beer bottles, and, funnily enough, that's what grounds him to the moment, that and the sound of Buck's steady breathing. 

He takes a sip of one of the beers, then walks around to the other side of the couch and sits down, as carefully as possible, as not to startle Buck. He knows he should just leave and let him rest, he needs it. But he can’t bring himself to leave his side, not yet. He needs a second. Because he wasn’t able to be there in the hospital, he wasn’t able to look, to see him like this, unconscious, not breathing on his own, hooked up to all those machines that did it for him… 

He takes a shaky breath, and looks at Buck again. Eddie has to remind himself that he’s fine. He’s alive. He’s sleeping, arm sprawled out across the back of the couch, head leaned back, feet on the coffee table – with shoes on, but at this moment Eddie doesn’t care – a peaceful expression on his face, and, most importantly, breathing. 

He only means to sit here for just a minute, but before he knows it, one of the beer bottles is empty, he’s almost halfway through the other, he feels the familiar buzz of the alcohol, and he realizes that he’s just spent more time than appropriate just staring at his sleeping best friend. He finds himself smiling fondly, as Buck smiles in his sleep, or murmurs something incomprehensible, or changes positions to settle in more comfortably. He looks so cute and cuddly like this, burrowed into Eddie’s couch. Eddie wishes he could sit closer and wrap his arms around him, and just hold him. But as of now, he has no right to do that. Maybe one day.

The thing is, he’s aware of his feelings for Buck, of this thing between them. He has been for a while, and now it’s a matter of when Buck will get on the same page. Eddie’s not going to push, though, he’s fine with waiting. He’d wait for Buck his whole life, or until the end of the world, and even longer, because Buck’s more than worth it. He almost lost him, and when he got him back, Eddie wanted to tell him so badly, but it’s not a good time. Buck’s recovering, and Eddie can feel that he’s not where Eddie is yet. But he knows that it’s all going in that direction, it just makes sense. He believes that one day it’ll happen, and it’ll be one of the happiest days of his life – and probably Chris’, too, he’d be over the moon if he had his Buck around more often, if he moved in, if he officially became his dad… Eddie can only daydream for now, but one day he will marry this man, and he knows that with almost absolute certainty.

As he keeps observing Buck, who’s still sound asleep on his couch, he randomly thinks back to that conversation they had a few months ago. “Maybe I don’t want to pick the wrong couch again” is what Buck said then, and Eddie knew that he didn’t only mean the couch, it was obvious, and he always knows what Buck means, anyway. Eddie wanted to tell him, then, that Eddie had a perfectly good couch that could be Buck’s as well – he stopped himself, though. It wasn’t the time, Buck needs to catch up to him first.

And now… and now he can’t help but feel this weird sense of satisfaction that it’s his couch that had Buck fall asleep within seconds. That it’s Eddie’s couch that makes Buck comfortable and at peace and home. Because Eddie’s house, it’s Buck’s home, and he just needs Buck to finally see and realize this. He knows that Buck has a brand new couch at home, and yet he’s here, sleeping on Eddie’s, and Eddie really tries to stop himself from thinking that it means something more for Buck. He’s just tired, and Eddie’s couch is soft and comfy… but he’s here, and he’s the one always going on and on about that couch metaphor, and maybe this is something that will bring him a little bit closer to where Eddie is. 

He feels ridiculous for hoping for anything like this just because his best friend is asleep on his couch. But it’s Buck. Eddie knows Buck better than anyone, it’s how he knew that he was going to come over soon, that all the visits and company is not what he needs – Maddie meant well, she always does, but Eddie knows Buck in a different way than her. He and Buck always seem to almost sense what the other one needs, they understand each other so well, it’s unlike anything Eddie’s ever experienced with anyone else. He’d never say it out loud, because it’s corny and not something he actually believes, but sometimes it feels like they’re soulmates or some shit like that. 

He shakes his head with a quiet scoff at his own thoughts. He’s so in love and lovesick, it’s starting to affect his rationality. At the same time, he just knows that when Buck gets on the same page, and they get together, Eddie’s going to be so sappy and corny, and trying to tell and show Buck just how much he loves him all the time, he’s going to be insufferable. And Buck will love it, because he’ll be the same way, and they’ll make fun and tease each other about that, and they’ll be so happy. Eddie’s really looking forward to that.

But he’ll wait, however long it takes, he doesn’t mind. At least they’re on the right track, even if Buck is taking a more roundabout way to get there.

As he finishes his second beer, he decides it’s time to get up and take care of all the chores he needs to do. And he really doesn’t want Buck to wake up and catch him staring. 

He gives himself another minute, as Buck breathes in and out, in and out, his chest rising and falling, just breathing and living – Eddie doesn’t think he’ll ever stop doing that, making sure Buck’s okay and breathing whenever he can. 

Then, he gets up, empty bottles in one hand, and as he passes the couch, he can’t help himself, he softly runs his fingers of his other hand through Buck’s hair, just a barely there touch, but he needs to touch him, just- just making sure he’s even there. Buck stirs a little, his head moves, and Eddie’s heartbeat accelerates in panic, but Buck doesn’t wake up, and he exhales with relief. He has to remind himself that can’t do this yet, he can’t be caught doing this, because he can’t tell Buck about his feelings before Buck figures things out for himself. And when he does, Eddie will be here, waiting with open arms.

Buck wakes up a long while later, while Eddie’s preparing Christopher’s lunch in the kitchen.

When Buck walks in, still looking so soft and cuddly, and sleepy, and he’s smiling, Eddie’s breath catches a little, and he feels as if the sun just lit up the room, and that smile makes something in Eddie’s chest feel a little lighter, he can breathe easier now, seeing Buck awake and perfectly fine.

He smiles back, and tries his best to hide his feelings deep inside again. Right now, Buck just needs support in his recovery, Eddie can’t pile onto that. But one day. One day, no matter how long it takes. If there’s one person in the world worth waiting even an eternity for, it’s Buck, who already stole Eddie’s heart years ago, and now just needs to realize that he has it.

[revvywevvy]

he spin :)

[thesingingrevolution]

if you dislike bad alive by wayv maybe you just don’t own a pair of thousand dollar shoes

[echthr0s]

okay since this is the pretentious website which artist in your top 100 songs has the fewest listeners and how many listeners do they have

[kitten4sannie]

sleepover

pairing: perverted bsf! wooyoung x fem! reader feat. a comatose mingi (he’s asleep on the bed lmao…or is he…)

summary: wooyoung is more than willing to hold you when you’re afraid during your horror movie marathon, and even more willing to help distract you like a good friend does.

wc: 1.4k

warnings: perverted dom! wooyoung, subby innocent! reader, bro is convincing and manipulative okay, cnc/dubcon-ish vibes (if that’s not your thing feel free to skip!!), coercion/corruption, exhibitionism (all of the following is done right next to mingi), brief kissing, groping, fingering, initial orgasm denial,, tit play + spit, rough unprotected sex, creampie, this is a wild one idkidkkkkk

a/n: wooyo has been haunting my brain lately so i had no choice but to write this >~< i hope you enjoy <33 alsoo i’ll be posting one more corruption themed fic very soon that feats frat boy san and minyunhwa~

song rec: if you think i’m pretty - artemas

“I told you not to put this movie on, Woo. It’s way too scary,” you complained whinily into your best friend’s shoulder, shielding your eyes from the suspenseful scene playing out on the laptop sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Mingi was the one who wanted to watch it, you know,” Wooyoung chided, causally wrapping his arm around your shoulders, rubbing your bare arm up and down in a comforting manner.

“Well, Mingi’s passed out.” Pouting, you pointed to your other friend that was curled up underneath the comforter beside you, his eyes shut. “He’s not even watching, so what’s the point?”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “Come on, Y/N. Don’t be a pussy.” His cold fingers made their way down to your waist to squeeze at it, making you jump from the sudden contact. “Oh, I see….Do you think the monster’s gonna get ya?”

“Shut up, Wooyoung!” you whisper-shouted, as to not wake up Mingi. You pushed on his chest, feeling his heart beat quickly against your hand. Was it racing like yours was? And, when did he get so close to you? His hand was already running up and down the bare skin of your thigh, causing your thin shorts to ride up more and more, but you didn’t have the nerve to confront him about it. Your pout grew. “I’m really scared, okay?”

“Oh, you poor baby,” Wooyoung cooed softly into your ear, his words laced with faux pity, his sharpened gaze focused solely on your blushing face. “Do you want me to help you, Y/N? Distract you from the scary movie?”

“Y-yes, please…”

You didn’t know what you were getting into, but you trusted that Wooyoung had your best interest in mind. It was then that he gently coaxed you further into his arms, lying comfortably against him as you faced the laptop screen once again. Goosebumps began to spread across your limbs from underneath the warm comforter, but it wasn’t from the frightening movie — it was from Wooyoung’s hand slipping underneath your shorts, his slender fingers rubbing at your pulsing cunt through your panties.

“W-Wooyoung…” you croaked weakly, your face and body growing so hot, you could pass out. Friends didn’t do this sort of thing, did they?

“Shhhh, baby, just look at the screen…yeah, just like that…” he sighed softly, his warm breath fanning over your neck, now concentrating on the way your tank top clung to your softness of your tits, how your nipples grew hard enough to poke through the thin material, groaning when he found your clit through your panties, rubbing at it in slow, small circles.

“B-but we’re friends, Woo…” You made a sad attempt at pushing his hand away, the moral debate you were having internally slowly fizzling away the longer Wooyoung touched you.

“Isn’t this what friends are for?” Wooyoung persisted, pulling your panties to the side just in time for his fingers to dip in between your soaked folds. “And, fuck, you’re so wet right now, Y/N. It feels good, doesn’t it? What’s so wrong with that, baby?”

“But, nnngh…Mingi’s right next to us…” You began to melt into Wooyoung’s arms and the soft mattress below you, unable to resist spreading your legs out for him, your thigh even resting against Mingi’s, not noticing when it shifted just as two of Wooyoung’s digits slipped inside you.

Licking at his lips, Wooyoung then pressed them onto your cheek, egging you on in a low voice, “Then, tell me to stop, baby.” He began to fuck his fingers into you at a fast pace, your walls clenching around them. “Right now. Say it.” Now, he was relentlessly rubbing his thumb into your clit with his free hand, still working your cunt, hooking his digits against the spot that made you spasm, your body growing warmer and heavier. When you pouted up at him and whined, he simply mirrored your helpless expression. “What’s the matter, baby? Hm?”

“Oh– fuck, right there…” you moaned out, not even attempting to look at the laptop screen in front of you, instead solely focused on your best friend beside you, so desperate to cum, you began to roll your hips down every time his fingers plunged into you.

“Yeah? You’re feeling really good now, aren’t you, Y/N? Now that you’re nice and full? Just look at you, baby…You can’t help but fuck yourself dumb on my fingers, huh?” Wooyoung looked like the monster from the movie now, eyes full of hunger, like he was ready to eat you up.

“Uh-huh, uh-huhhh…” Just as your sounds of pleasure began to crescendo, your mind growing cloudier by the second, pulling at the sheets below you because you were right there, Wooyoung ceased his movement completely, leaving you high and dry. “No, please, don’t stop, please…!”

Wooyoung gave you a look of indifference, much like a cat that suddenly wasn’t interested in playtime anymore. “Show me your tits. Maybe then I’ll make you cum.”

Desperate for your best friend’s attention and touch, you slowly rolled your tank top up until your tits spilled out, tears pricking at your eyes. How did you get here? Why did Wooyoung’s deliciously dark gaze successfully distract you from the paralyzing shame you felt? Or is that what made you wet? The way you were slutting yourself out for your best friend while the other was sleeping right next to you? “Please make me cum, Y-Youngie…”

“Fuck, you’re so cute, come here.” Now, Wooyoung was on top of you, leaving as much of his saliva on your tits as possible, squeezing one when he was noisily sucking on the other, his dilated eyes never leaving your teary ones. “Can I fuck you, Y/N? I’ll make you cum, I promise…I need to be inside you, baby, please, you’re so fucking hot…” Desperate for release, Wooyoung lowered his sweatpants until his heavy cock dropped onto your bare cunt, rubbing himself along it, making your mind grow that much more empty. “Just the tip, okay? That’s okay, yeah?”

Before you knew it, you were nodding, and just like that, he was inside you, your best friend, using you like a cocksleeve. Wooyoung was ramming his cock into your cunt like he was trying to knock you up. “That’s a good slut, fuckkk, taking me so well…” You tried to moan, to speak, to say anything, but you couldn’t, not with the way his tongue suddenly went down your throat.

All you could do was cling onto Wooyoung, your nails digging into his skin when it felt like the tip of his cock was pounding into your cervix, almost growing dizzy. When you heard your best friend groaning about how he was getting ready to fuck you full of his cum, you gasped, unable to talk, short, broken moans being punched out of you each time Wooyoung slammed himself into you, your thighs hooking around his waist once his hot load began to pour into you. It was then that you turned your head just in time to realize Mingi was watching you intently, his plush lips parted just enough to let drool slip past, catching onto the way that something was moving rapidly underneath the comforter somewhere near his abdomen.

“Told you she would put out, didn’t I, Min?” Wooyoung mused smugly, fucking you through the orgasm that tore through your used body, using your bruised hips like handlebars as he did so.

“You were so right, Woo, so, so right,” Mingi sighed out, tossing his head back into the pillow behind him, leaving a few watery cumshots on the inside of your comforter and his hand.

You didn’t know if you wanted to cry or to cum again, instead just trying to catch your breath, hiding your face underneath one of your wrists, at least until Wooyoung pulled it down and made you look at the both of them.

“You’ll let Mingi have a turn, won’t you, Y/N? It’s only fair, right?”

Mingi nodded in agreement, before leaning in, licking across his teeth. “Having my cock inside your little used cunt next will make another good ‘distraction’, don’t you think?”

Even though the credits were rolling on the laptop behind them, the monsters hadn’t left. They were right there in front of you, waiting for your permission to ravage you. You couldn’t help but nod. They were your best friends, after all.

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[jjunieworld]

THE UNDERGROUND ˒˒ 최연준

the night that your boyfriend came home from his underground boxing gig with bloody knuckles, a split lip, and a black eye was when you knew things had to change for the good.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ choi yeonjun x fem!reader 𓄵 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 none!

genre﹙📄﹚⸝⸝⸝ established relationship, some angst, smut, underground boxer!yeonjun, ballerina!reader, boxer au, yeonjun has red hair hehe, boxing inaccuracies

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ unprotected sex, oral (m. rec) / deep throating, soft dom!yeonjun, creampie, cumshots / facial, slight hair pulling, riding, soft-ish sex overall honestly, mentions of bloodied wounds and bruises (black eye)

kipo’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ literally immediatelyyy wrote this as i ate dinner lmao, but guys yeonjun’s mixtape!!! i’m so excited!! (ﾉ＾◡＾)ﾉ i can already tell it’s gonna be so so good, so this is in celebration of it before i post his birthday fic hehe ^^ i hope that you enjoy!! ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ︵͡ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 (⌒‿⌒)♡

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yeonjun came home mere minutes after you did. you were sitting at your small dining room table in the dark, the only light provided in the room coming from the stove light. you sighed deeply as you went over this month’s bills.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you heard yeonjun say, followed by a low wince. you swirled around in the chair, eyes widening as you took in the scene before you.

yeonjun had a blackening eye, a split bloody lip, and bloodied knuckles. he was still in his boxing apparel with a jacket hanging limply from his shoulders. you stood from your seat, hands flying to your mouth.

“oh my god, what happened?!”

you rushed to him, examining his wounds and bruises. yeonjun lifted one of his hands in yours to cup your cheek. “it’s nothing. just some guys who got mad that they didn’t win the match.” he tried to give you a comforting smile, but his brows knitted together from the pain of it.

a deep sigh emitted from you again as you brought him to the dining table and pushed him down in the chair you were previously sitting in. “where?” you demanded as you dug through a kitchen drawer for the first-aid kit. once you found it, you sat it down on the table in front of yeonjun.

“the alleyway outside of the building…” yeonjun trailed.

“the alleyw—” you cut yourself off as you ran you hands down your face as you shook your head. you walked to the bathroom for the hydrogen peroxide and when you came back to the dining table yeonjun was looking over the bills. there was a large wad of cash next to where you placed the first-aid kit.

you started to get the supplies out to clean his wounds when he spoke up again. “i won, baby! aren’t you proud?” he smiled up at you while leaning back in the chair. you couldn’t help the smile that started to grow on your face, and his grew with yours, but you quickly steadied your features as you tried to be serious.

“you better have made it hurt,” you said firmly, the smile growing again ever so slightly. you took the soaked cotton ball and dabbed it on his lip to clean it.

“if you think i look bad, you should see the other guys.”

“good,” you spoke as you finished. you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as worry spread across your face.

loosening the tight bun your hair was in, you moved on to yeonjun’s bloody knuckles. “you can’t keep doing this, yeonjun. we need to figure something else out.” you pulled the cotton ball away from his knuckles slightly as he winced, body lightly jolting from the pain. the worry deepened on your face as you waited a moment before cleaning again. “you can’t keep getting hurt like this. what if something worse happened than some bloody knuckles, a split lip, and a black eye?” you continued.

yeonjun looked down as you started to wrap his knuckles. you knew he was doing all he could for the two of you, and you appreciated his efforts immensely, but what if this opponent harmed him more than he was? what if instead of sitting in front of you right now, he was still in that alley lying on the ground bloodied as rain fell around him? you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if he were to ever get seriously hurt—you loved him too much.

“i know,” yeonjun said sullenly, “i promise we can figure something else out in the morning.” you put the first-aid stuff away and he grabbed your face so you looked at him. “i promise,” he repeated firmly.

you nodded and he dragged his thumbs across your cheeks comfortingly before gently placing his lips onto yours. you quickly pulled away, “your lip!”

“doesn’t hurt,” yeonjun replied, kissing you again. “i have a good nurse.”

he turned towards the wad of cash on the table. “i can finally get you those pointe shoes you’ve been needing, and we’ll still have a lot left over.” yeonjun turned back to you and smiled.

you shook your head as you smiled at him, “you are ridiculous!” yeonjun laughed, placing his forehead against yours. “ridiculous, but completely worth it.”

yeonjun pulled away, his eyes sparkling from the stove light. “now, are you gonna show me how proud you are?” he asked lowly. your smile grew.

“if your lip splits open more you’re cleaning it yourself,” you replied.

soon, clothes were discarded all over your shared living room. yeonjun’s arms were spread out across the back of the couch, head thrown back as pretty moans floated from his parted lips. you were between his open legs, warm mouth wrapped around his big, thick cock. your head bobbed up and down and you hollowed your cheeks as you took more of him into your mouth, hands wrapped around his length that you couldn’t reach.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—” yeonjun inhaled sharply as his hips thrusted up. you gagged, unprepared for the more length that suddenly went down your throat. “s-shit, baby, gonna cum!” yeonjun said through a strangled moan.

smiling through your watery eyes, your tongue circled the tip of his flushed cock. yeonjun hung his head towards you, face twisted in pleasure. you dragged your tongue across his slit before pulling your mouth off his cock in a lewd ‘pop!’

you then stroked his length with both of your hands, aiding him towards his oncoming release. yeonjun dug his fingers into the couch cushions as his hips thrusted up again, breathing falling heavily from his mouth. a deep whine was pulled from him before his warm, white cum splattered all over your face and tits.

giggling softly, you pumped him a few more times to help him ride out his high as he slumped back onto the couch. the rest of his load spilled down your hands until you were sure he was milked dry. “feel better?” you asked quietly as you got from your knees and leaned towards him, hands splayed across his thighs to hold yourself up. yeonjun nodded, eyes cracking open to smile at you.

“c’mere,” he said in a hushed voice and grabbed your hips. yeonjun pulled you onto him so you straddled him, his lips attaching to yours in a heated kiss—disregarding his recent release still on your face. he pulled away to grab his still hard cock, stroking it a couple times. the wet sounds filled the air around you and you stood on your knees to sink down onto him.

the two of you moaned loudly as you sunk down fully. you felt completely full of him and the feeling alone could’ve sent you right over the edge. you gripped the tips of his bright red hair glowing from the lights coming through the open blinds in your apartment that the two of you forgot to shut and pulled to pull his head back. you sloppily kissed him, completely forgetting about the fact that his lip was split.

you rolled your hips towards him, moaning against his mouth, as your eyes squeezed shut. yeonjun’s fingers dug into your hips as you moved them more and settled on a pace you liked.

obscene sounds emitted from the two of you as you rocked closer and closer to your orgasm. moans spilled from your lips against yeonjun’s and your brows furrowed. “j-jjunie—” you moaned. his hands traveled to your waist, pulling you against him as he rocked his hips up in time with yours.

that completely sent you over the edge—and seemingly yeonjun as well as the two of you came together at the same time. body shaking, you whimpered as your mixed cum poured out of you and down his cock, creating a mess underneath you. you sighed blissfully, wrapping your arms around yeonjun’s neck and resting your head on his shoulder.

after you both calmed down from your shared high, you said softly, “if you come home with any more cuts and bruises i’m gonna kick your ass, understand?” yeonjun laughed, hand rubbing up and down your back as he nodded.

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[jack-kellys]

CHAPTER 2: Splitting.

“How’s being a fancy lawyer?” Jack retorts. “Five years ago you wanted to be a writer.”  “Five years ago you wanted to be an artist,” David murmurs. “Things change. Obviously.” 

jack and davey talk. it isn't quite pretty. and leaving london isn't quite a 'welcome home'.

read chapter 2 here.

ONLY SO FAR. a newsies robin hood au with a modern and magic twist.

Below the skyscrapers and through the subway tunnels are enchanted doors spread beneath the city. With a retina scan and an aura reading, one is permitted entry, and before them lies the base of operations for an international group of professional thieves. Welcome to the world of the Underground, where Jack Kelly resides while his desires begin to drift elsewhere.

read the world guide here, and the first chapter here.

[hoshigray]

hey love can i request brothers bff cho and how he's just down bad for you 🤍🤍🤍

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg wait, i fucks with this baddd

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - masturbation (m!) - oral (m! receiving) - tit/breast fucking (m! receiving) - cowgirl position - pet names (baby, darling, honey, sweetie) - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - implied that reader is big chested - Choso crushing on you hard, lmao - mention of drool/spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

Choso knew better than to be attracted to you, the sibling of his best friend ever. 

Your brother and Choso have been buddies for a while, meeting during his part-time job at a burger joint as servers and finding out they have so much in common. Being older siblings, lovers of rock music, and relating to so much together, the two often hung out after work and became pretty good friends. Just two people vibing out in each others’ company, and there was nothing to make this relationship complicated!

“Hey, Choso, I’ve told you about my sister before, right?”

You greeted him with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Choso!”

Well, that is until you came and absolutely rocked Choso’s world. 

You were the younger sibling of two; a college senior comes home biweekly to take care of laundry and then drives back up for your education. By your gorgeous face and alluring figure, Choso was struck by your image from the first time his eyes ever laid on you. You were such a kind spirit, always so sweet to him and others surrounding you — you’d want to hang with the boys whenever you had the chance while you were visiting, which was hellish for the brown-haired man. 

You’d laugh along with the jokes, making Choso’s heart skip uncontrollably, and the way you’d lean to him when you’re sleepy watching a movie with them pushed the guy on the verge of shutting down. He could never get tired of how you’d say his name; it came out so dear from your lips as if he could be under your spell at any second. And it didn’t help that you’d walk around the house with shorts on, the lower fringes constantly threatening Choso on whether they’d creep up to see the mere crevice of your ass.

As said before, he knew better than siblings of best friends were off limits. However, you were becoming too much for him. It’s been half a year of seeing you, and there has never been a day or night where you haven’t popped up in his head one way or another, particularly when his mind would think of you in the most…lustful ways.

He throws his head back, reminiscing about you and your outfit from the pub. The way your breasts were tucked in nicely by the window of your bodycon dress, yet the cleavage was too tempting for his eyes not to notice. The dress sculpted your curves dangerously, Choso fighting the urge to put his hand on your hip to feel your clothed skin. And your lipgloss made your lips shine; every time you spoke to him was a test for him not to kiss you right there in front of your brother. It was so cruel how you looked so good for him!

He was spending the night at yours after a night out drinking with you and your brother, using the basement bedroom to sleep. Sleep evades him; however, he uses this space to deal with the erection he’s been dying to indulge in this entire night instead. His teeth pull the bottom of his shirt, dark jeans discarded to the floor, and his hand pumps his shaft that’s freed from his boxer briefs.

He grunts at the memory, teeth grinding while he strokes his long cock. Precum exuding from the urethra slides down to the base and wets his fingers. “Fuuck, Y/n,” your name is said in choked moans, the horny man fisting himself in a faster motion. Brown eyebrows are trenched, and his abdomen begins to flex. Shit, I’m so close, so cl—

“Choso?”

He never in his life froze still in an instant, and his heart goes to a complete stop, too. No way.

“Ca–…May I come in?”

No words are said from either side, so Choso’s heat immediately shifts to icy cold when he hears the door open, and your frame is all he sees. You’re still wearing the beautiful dress, yet your face is molded into an expression of utter anxiousness. Sweat goes down Choso’s forehead, oh fucking shit!

“I came down to see if you were okay and needed anything,” your eyes were downcast to the floor, chewing on your lips during this awkward situation. “But…I heard you say my name and…”

Oh, it was so over for him. All Choso could do was stare at you in dread, entirely shocked that you saw him masturbate at the thought of you! You were fidgeting with your dress, perplexed about how to handle this predicament, too. He was so done for; not only was he thinking of you, the sibling of his best friend, and using said thoughts of you, but now you are aware of how he pictures you in his fucked up head! Yup, he can never walk into this house again. “S–Sorry, Y/n! I’ll just go and—“

“Can I help?”

Again, his body goes rigid mid-stride of getting off the bed after pulling his underwear up. ….What?

“I mean, can I…help you with that?” You meekly walk into the room and close the door behind you. “I am the one who made you like this, so…I’m okay with it if you are…..”

Choso blinks, too alarmed to make any movements. “But, your brother…” You’re quiet for a few seconds before you spook him by taking steps in his direction. He gulps thickly when your figure crawls on the bed, too close for his brain to comprehend. You take his hand with your soft ones and bring his fingers to your lips to kiss, and his breath hitches when you suck and lick his digits. The boner stuffed in his briefs twitches at the sensation of your tongue running against the underside of his middle finger and sucking on it. 

You peer at him, “What about him?” That is what you say before lifting your dress to remove your panties. And just when Choso thought his life was about to be thrown in the gutter, you flipped the script on him again.

In his head, Choso knew he shouldn’t be doing this.

“Mmm…Mmahh! Oh, Choso, you taste so good…”

But in his heart, he couldn’t help but give in to this situation.

You were situated between his legs, ripped him off his briefs for you to suck on his glans freely. Your tinge dances around his cockhead to prompt more come to ooze out of his urethra, and your hand slides up and down to stroke his member. Choso whimpers under your touch, and shivers crawl up his spine as you lick from the base to the tip before sucking hard.

“Fuuck, Y/n,” he grips the sheets, barely containing his hips to buck to your lips. “Your mouth, it’s—Hssshh…!”

“Mmm?” You blink before releasing the tip with a sound. “What about my mouth, Choso baby?” Fuck, the nickname made the pink of his ears creep down to his nape. “You feel good?” He nods at your question, and you giggle before sucking one of his balls, resulting in a sharp gasp from the brown-haired man. “I’m so happy you are…”

Hallow cheeks take in his cock, busying your throat with his length that has you humming blissfully. You massage his waist as you bob your face up and down, and shaky breaths leave his lips while his legs jolt with every swish of your tongue.

“—Shhiiit, oh shit, hnnn,” he can’t do it, you were driving him crazy. “Y/n, you’re gonna make me…Mmmm”

You pick up on his cue, withdrawing your lips from him to maneuver and pull down the top of your dress. Caramel eyes widen at the sight of your breast spilling out, forgetting how to breathe when you bring them to wrap around his long dick. You move them around to please him, taking the tip back into your mouth to slurp his leaking essence that trickles down to your chest. 

“Mmaahh, go ahead, darling,” you place kisses on the tip, Choso looking at nothing but your mounds swallow him with every stroke. It takes mere seconds for his orgasm to sneak up on him, his jizz coming out to fall and trickle down in between the rifts of your tits. “There you go, let it out for me…” the way you looked at him with half-lidded eyes took his breath away, especially with the spit that connects your gloss-shining lips to his spit-and-come coated shaft. 

And when he’s finally inside you? He’s too far gone to even think of being away from you.

“Ohhh, hoooh!! Chosooo, y’u feel soo good!”

Your dress was cast-off entirely, your nude body bouching up and down on Choso, his cock bullying the inside of your cunt. It’s been a solid fifteen minutes shared between the two of you exploring each other’s bodies, and sweaty skin exchanges heat from the constant motions. And come from rounds prior spill from your chasm as you ride on Choso’s dick with a rhythm.

He has his hands on your hips now, using you to keep him steady before he gets too lost in the feeling. Not that it hasn’t happened already; the man moans with every clamp of your walls around him, tightening around him with every graze of your g-spot. You wail for him up top, and your aroused sounds have to be the cutest things he’s ever heard. And the way your tits jump every time you plummet down to the base of him, it’s an image that will haunt him for the rest of his days.

“Tahhh, ughh, Jesus Christ…” He’s too sensitive right now; he just came not too long ago and is now being chased down for another one. “Y/n, sweetie, too fast, slow d—Ahh…!”

You hear him and titter, “Yeah? Want me to slow down, huh…” You bring your hips up excruciatingly slow, listening intently to the shaky sobs from the brunette as you get to the very top. And then you smack yourself down with haste, sharing a yelp at the rushed sensation. You do it again, “Think you’re about to cum again, huh, honey?”

His hands now come to your ass to grope with the flesh, and you twitch around his girth at the hunger. “Yeahhh…”

“You gonna be good and cum for me again, right?” Another snap of your ass crashing down on him. 

“Yess, baby,” he throws his head back to the pillows, his head pounding so hard it could kill him. You can feel him pulsating within your slit. “Almost there…Ohh–ooo..!”

You bite your lip, relishing at the sight of him being desperate for release. You lean forward to him, your breasts meshing with his chest as you snake a hand around the back of his head. You place your lips on his, and he doesn’t hesitate to reciprocate.

The kiss gets hotter when you dial up the speed, tongues swirling and exchanging spit as the friction becomes a lot more pleasurable than before. Choso’s ears ring the deeper you bring him in to kiss, humming on his tongue as you suck on it with harsh rocks on his length from scraping places you couldn’t reach. He’s so fucking addicted to you; his composure long deteriorated the moment he first put his cock inside you.

Choso bucks himself to you in sync, his climax coming in just a few ruts. He howls into you, and you wail along as your hips don’t rest until you’re hit with a crescendo of your own. Contracting your vaginal walls milks him, exerting his load into you again to spill and flow down your sticky frames. 

You two heave and pant in each other’s mouth before the kiss is broken, and the string of saliva is evidence of you being one with the other. Although the both of you are dazed, you smile at him before kissing his nose. “Glad I helped you out, huh?” He chuckles weakly as you lay kisses on his chin.

KNOCK!! KNOCK!!

And just like that, the two of you are frozen yet again. Wait…

Too late, the bedroom door busts open with a bang, and in comes your brother!

“Yooo, Choso, my guy—hic,” your brother stumbles inside the room, still a bit loopy and drunk. “Wanna go up and hit a quick blunt with— ah…”

The heat shared between you and the man below you switched to silent torture, awkwardness suffocating the three figures staring at each other. And this is the exact reason why Choso should’ve known better than to mingle around with you…

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