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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 days ago

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, parental neglect and abuse, bullying, body shaming and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You’re forced to return home after a nervous breakdown.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

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The wind whips around you through the open top of the Bentley. The bluster has you just as disoriented as the man driving. You keep your arms locked across your middle and lean away from him, curling down into the seat as you will yourself to blow away into nothing.

Lloyd veers and you're swung towards him. You have no choice but to reach out and steady yourself. You claps onto his upper arms as he slams the brakes and shifts into park. The sudden stop has you hitting the seat with a thump.

He flexes, "like what you feel?"

He winks at you and you quickly recoil. You turn and look up at the restaurant instead. This doesn't look like a waffle house.

“Baby, don’t worry. You’ll like this,” he purrs and pets your cheek. You lean away from him. He only snickers as he drops his hand.

He shuts off the car and clicks free his seat belt. It snaps back and he swiftly gets out. You take your time, weighed down by dread. Whatever he’s up to, you don’t trust.

You don’t know why he’s doing this. To you. He has your mom so why is he so focused on you. Maybe, like everyone else, he just sees an easy target. That must be it.

You gently shut the door and he tisks as he comes around to your side. “That’s right, you treat her with respect,” he drags his hand over the shimmering paints of the Bentley. “Nice, isn’t it?”

Your eyes dart between him and the car. “Yes.”

“Mm, come on.” He grabs your hand before you can elude him. He latches on and drags you around the white brick building. The glossy sign along the facade has no text, only a green stem and leaves.

He pulls open the clear door and angles you in ahead of him. It smells like some sort of plant within. Aloe? Maybe something else.

There’s a lounge space with white leather furniture and an artificial fireplace. Plucky music wafts in the air with the untraced scent. On the other side, a sleek counter in a matching shade of white gleams in the low light.

“Mr. Hansen,” a woman greets from behind the counter. Her short blond bob is neat; not a hair out of place. She wears a white turtleneck. Everything is so white. “I don’t have you in today.”

“Carly. I hope you don’t mind a walk-in,” he struts across the lobby, tugging you ahead of him. He lets go of your hand only to place his over the small of your back. He ushers you forward. “You see, baby girl here, she’s been going through.” He puts his other hand on the counter and leans in, “nervous breakdown.” He whispers. The woman glances at you, her smile twitching. “She needs a little release.”

“Oh, yes, well you know our services are designed to ease all sorts of stress,” she preens. “I can find you a room... both of you?”

“Hey, I’m here. May as well join in the fun,” he winks at her.

“No problem, Mr. Hansen. Would you like Mary Lou?”

“Oh, strong hands. Sure.”

“Alright, and I think... Kay can help out with your guest.” She tilts her head prettily and flicks her lashes. “You can enjoy our lounge while I have it readied. Did you want a juice or tea?”

“Can you have my usual waiting in the room?” He asks.

“Of course,” she agrees.

He turns away without a thanks. He brings you with him to the seating area. He sits and before you can do the same, he tugs you around and you fall into his lap. You squeak as he grabs your knee and turns you. You teeter on top of him, bracing his shoulder for balance.

“Mm,” he slaps his hand onto your thigh. “Cushy.”

“Um, Lloyd,” you eke out. “Please--”

“I’m just getting you warmed up.” He purrs.

“Warmed up...” you latch onto his large hand. “Um, erm--” You struggle with him. He’s strong. Your throat tightens. The shadow of his grip winds around it. “Please I--

“Don’t worry, they serve breakfast,” he chuckles and slips his hand up your thigh, too close... You stop him again. “Don’t be ungrateful now. We both know Mommy doesn’t give a shit what happens to you, but Daddy will give you what you need.”

Your eyes round. You swallow down the ‘ew’ at the tip of your tongue. You look at the wall and exhale.

“Your tense,” he kneads your thigh. “You gotta let the all go or you’re gonna smash up something else and I don’t think there’s any cellos hanging around here.”

You flinch. “Please. Don’t.”

“Wild. A girl like you.” He chortles.

“Please, Lloyd. Stop.”

“Oh, keep saying please, baby,” he herks his hips beneath you. You feel a prodding. “I’ll give you exactly what you need and what you don’t even know you want.”

Your insides are fluttery. You squirm and curl your shoulders inward. Your only defense is all you’ve ever done. You just recede into yourself and let things happen. What else can you do? No one will help you. Not even your own mother.

“Mr. Hansen,” Carly appears.

You wince and glance over. She doesn’t seem bothered by the scene, but you are. Sitting in his lap like that. It’s wrong.

Lloyd taps your thigh and you get up. He points you ahead of him and you follow the women dressed all in white. He’s right behind you as you’re led around the counter to an open door and own a blindingly bright hallway. She opens another door and waves you inside.

You enter and stop short. Lloyd collides with you and his hands frame your hips. The door shuts and he rubs his pelvis against your back.

You blink at the two beds. The walls are a soft shade of green and new music drones in the air. Bells? And a new scent, softer. Jasmine like your mother’s body soap.

“Go on and get naked,” Lloyd growls.

What kind of place is this? You look between the beds, white sheets folded back halfway. You grab his hands and try to shove him off.

“Settle down, baby. I’m not gonna pop the cherry first thing,” he snorts. “Won’t be much of a massage if you’re still dressed.”

He lets you go and moves past you. He pulls off his shirt and folds it up in the white chair in the corner. You watch the muscles in his back and shudder. He pauses and goes to the rolling cart between the beds. He lifts the dark bottle and reads the label.

“Bit early but you could use a drink,” he grabs the glass and pours into it. “There you go, sunshine.”

He offers you the glass. You shake your head. “I don’t drink.”

“You don’t? Or mommy says you can’t?”

“Please don’t--”

“Ahh,” he puts the bottle down heavily. He grabs your hand and puts it around the glass. “You’re gonna stop with those words’ ‘no’, ‘don’t’, ‘stop’. The more you tell me not to, the more I’m gonna do.”

You grip the glass. He keeps his hand over yours and pushes it towards you. He angles the rim against your lips. As he tilts the drink you have no choice but to open your mouth. The alcohol makes you choke, your eyes watering as it floods your mouth.

He finally pulls it back and you struggle to swallow. You get it down, heat crawling through your chest and singing in your nose. You bat away the tears with your lashes.

“Don’t want you sloppy,” he takes the glass away and sets it down. “Now, clothes off.”

He spins and unbuckles his belt. You gulp and turn away from him. You wipe your eyes with your knuckles and sniff. Just get it over with.

You take off your shirt. Goosebumps cover your skin painfully. It isn’t cold in here...

You focus on the task. It’s simple enough but feels like lifting a boulder. You step out of your shoes and strip off your jeans. You put them in the other chair. The flicker of candles casts ominous shadows all around you.

You squeak as Lloyd approaches you from behind and grabs your bra. “Let me help.”

He unclasps your bra and shoves the straps off your shoulder. You shiver and he untangles your wrists. He tosses it onto your clothing.

His fingertips graze along your arms and under to your sides. He slides his thumbs beneath the elastic of your panties and peels them off. He leans in and his hot breath swathes over your hair. He kisses your crown.

“I’m gonna mark up those thighs so good,” he snarls.

You squeak and he chuckles at the noise. He pulls your panties down and tugs until you lift your right foot, then your left. He bunches them up and clucks. He drops them into the wastebasket by the chair.

“You won’t need these.”

You hug yourself and bow your head. You listen to him move behind you. He slaps the leather cushion of the bed.

“Face down, baby face,” he demands. “We’ll get the ass up later.”

You turn and look at the bed. You cover your chest with one arm and shield your privates with your other hand. You climb up awkwardly and lay with your face through the cushioned ring at the top. You stare at the floor as chills roll over you.

Lloyd pulls the sheet up just over your bum. He slaps your backside through the thin layer and hums. He backs off and gets up on the other.

“Think I shouldn’t roll over for this one,” he cackles. “You know, I don’t think the ladies can handle the tension in front.”

You frown. Huh? He’s just so confusing but all too clear. You’re not that stupid.

There’s a tap at the door. “Yeah,” he hollers back in a duller voice.

The door opens. You don’t move. A set of steps approach you.

“Hiya, I’m Kay,” the woman greets you.

“Mary Lou,” Lloyd grumbles at the other.

“Massage today? Full body,” Kay says. “You had one before?”

You shake your head then cough. You make yourself speak. “No.”

“No, okay. No problem. We’ll take it slow and you just let me know if anything hurts.”

“Alright,” you say quietly.

You’re not used to being touched. Lloyd is too much as it is. At least she’s a woman. A professinal.

As she gently touches your shoulder, you flinch. You try to relax but your muscles only coil tighter. SHe rubs patiently.

“You carry a lot of tension,” she says.

“Probably the cello,” Lloyd comments. “She plays, you know? Probably not great for the shoulders.”

“Ah, oh yes, I can feel knots right along this side.”

You’re silent. Her hands are delicate but firm in their tending. The more she works the flesh, the softer you feel. Like putty, you meld into the bed.

You close your eyes as she makes slow work around your neck and shoulders. Her touch advances down the middle of your back and a moan escapes you. Your cheeks burn hotly at the noise yet you can’t stop another from rising.

Lloyd’s deep grunts don’t help. Or his response. He laughs.

“I like the sound of that,” he snickers.

You clamp your lips tight. Kay continues on, laughing at his joke as Mary Lou does the same. It’s not very funny. It’s humiliating.

As she gets to the sheet and pulls it down, you have to keep from whining. Full body is... full body.

“I don’t think you’ve ever had a couples booking before,” Mary Lou says to Lloyd’s sultry groans.

“Oh no?” He says coolly. “First for everything, I guess.”

Those words stick in your head, needling like a thorn. You stiffen. Can Kay feel that?

“Guess she’s a special girl. Real talented,” he muses. “Cello player, so... great hands.”

The women laugh again. You cringe. Why is he talking like that? Like you’re together? Don’t the see anything wrong with this? You’re obviously a lot younger than him...

Or maybe, you’re the one who doesn’t understand.

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ghostgirl-22 · 3 days ago

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Saw this on twitter and thought a fic could be made of this https://x.com/defnotatp/status/1891582457683587511?s=46 them watching a movie or one of patrick’s matches while Pat is on his way back from a wildcard match. They’re on the couch and Art’s getting excited so he starts tilting his hips along her leg, she tells him to pay attention or else he’ll get punished that night but after hearing Pat’s grunts repeatedly he loses control. As u can see i am not a great smut writer but im sending this to some of my fave challengers writers bc im greedy like Patrick and would love something out of this🤭

okay so here’s something outta this anon <3 this is also somewhat inspired by @compress1repress pegging universe which is amazing with the best Tashi and Patrick ever… so if you like this please go read and adore their stuff. lol but yeah have some Patrick inspiring Tashi to fuck Art sorta… idk lol.

CW: MDNI, NSFW

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Tashi doesn’t want to be a boy. Not really (well maybe when she’s on her period…). But other than that she loves being a girl. She loves make up, perfume, pretty clothes and having boys’ desire her.

She does sometimes wish she had a dick though. Especially since she started dating Art. It all started because of Patrick actually. It’s a lazy Sunday morning… pouring rain non stop. They’re in bed still. Art’s so pliable that he’s perfectly okay with being the little spoon when they cuddle sometimes. Sometimes she thinks he prefers it. Her body wrapped around him, arms over his broader shoulders, one leg curled between his thighs.

Art’s flipping channels looking for something to watch when it lands on the tennis channel some random qualifying match. Tashi makes him stop out of a sudden recognition. His body goes all rigid in her arms when he sees it too. Patrick Zweig and his fellow no name opponent playing out a rally, soft grunts back and forth as he lunges himself all over the court, desperately smacking the ball.

She grips Art tighter. Both of them watching in silence, as their breathing gets heavier. Her panties all wet, Art now fully hard against her leg.

That’s when she first thinks about it. Wrapped around him, as he starts to rub off against her leg, hardly able to control himself. God. Patrick probably fucked him.

She helps him, moving her leg back and forth along his length as he swallows on a whispered “fuck.”

And that’s when she realizes… she also wants to fuck him.

She imagines getting hard curled up against him rubbing it against his ass to get him excited. Patrick’s little moans making him crazy, she can only imagine how he’d react to a swollen dick pressed up against him.

They don’t talk about it… the fact that they both silently leave the television on as they tear off each others clothing. Her imagination runs wild as she climbs on top of him, too frenzied to get her panties off before she sinks down onto him. God, his little whimper, the soft gasp he lets out like he’s surprised every time by how good it feels.

She imagines what it’d be like if she could slip inside him. His body reacting before his mind can, pushing himself back on her. All while listening to the sound of her ex moaning like a whore on the tennis court. The thought turning her on so much that she can barely keep him in as she gets close… she’s too wet. Both of them falling apart to Patrick’s voice… god who knew he was so vocal on the court.

Both of them insanely satisfied and unable to talk about why. She gets up to change the sheets and Art eventually changes the channel.

After that night two things take over her mind.

It’s probably perverted… the way she’s suddenly fixating on Art’s ass. When he’s bent over to tie his shoes, leaning over the counter top as he talks about his day, or bent over the net trying to retrieve a ball from the other side. It’s like he’s displaying it for her. She just wants to walk up behind him and press her metaphorical dick against him. make him squirm. He just seems like he’d respond really well to it.

She doesn’t know how the topic comes up when she’s with her girlfriends at brunch. Sometimes she drinks too much mimosas and she can’t stop talking and— “Sometimes I really wish I could just fuck him” —slips out.

Thankfully none of her friends are very conservative. After a good 10 minutes of laughter her friend Shana who’s dating a woman informs her “There’s actually a solution for that.” Which leads the four of them on a tipsy field trip to the closest sex shop for something big and thick and pretty pink— Tashi’s favorite color.

The second thing she can’t stop thinking about is Patrick. Suddenly she’s subscribing to so many obscure tournament newsletters that her inbox is just about fucked and recording video from 3 am matches on the tennis channel. She’s not the only one thinking about him. She gets a glimpse at Art’s phone open on the countertop one night when a text from Patrick’s sister comes in: yeah he’s in playing in Barcelona… doing well. So many questions. Do you want his number?

She’d always played with certain ideas about their friendship. Things she picked up on when she and Patrick were still together. When Art and Patrick were still friends. The way they mirrored each other. The way she could get Patrick off so easily by bringing up Art while they were fucking.

Now she knows that she knows the inverse is true she’s certain Art will like this.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you,” she says when she gets home from brunch. She’s still a little tipsy as she hides the bag with the strap-on behind her back. He’s spread out on the sofa, watching a movie. Lazy day in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Really?” He asks, face lighting up.

“Mmhm,” she says, putting the little baggy on the end table. “Can you be good for me?” He looks at the baggy then back at her.

“Yeah, I can be good.”

“I know you can.” She smirks. He’s so pliable.

She grabs the remote. “Lay down i wanna watch some matches.”

He nods, expecting she means his own matches and he spreads out on the sofa letting her spoon him from behind. They haven’t talked about the Patrick match at all since that night but she knows neither of them have stopped thinking about it.

“What’d you get me?”

“You’ll see,” Tashi says softly.

She goes through the TiVo and finds one section from Patrick’s 3 am matches—one she’s reviewed several times for…technique. Art goes tense in her arms just like last time.

“Relax…” she says softly. “We’re playing a game. If you can stay still and tell me what you think of his playing I’ll give you what’s inside the bag.” She says it like she’s not going to give it to him regardless.

“Uh,” He lets out a bit of a choked sound.

“All you have to do is sit still and pay attention…”

The camera zooms in haphazardly for a moment while some half interested kid reads Patrick’s stats. Sleeveless, muscular thighs in short shorts, sweat dripping everywhere, skin bronzed by the hot Barcelona sun. Haughty expression on his face, bent at the waist ready for a return service.

Art wiggles in her grasp. “I don’t think… I don’t think I can watch this.” She can feel him, he’s already getting hard. Insane. Apparently all this time apart clearly has done nothing but make the attraction that much stronger.

“I think you can.”

But she’s wrong. By the time Patrick starts grunting. It’s like he can’t help himself. The sound driving him to wiggle and rub off against her.

She’s not immune to it either. Art would probably cry if she told him how many times she’s viewed this particular video. Best sound quality. The only one that bothered with a close up shot.

“Don’t worry… ‘m still gonna take care of you,” Tashi says gently.

“My gift?” Art whimpers.

“Mmhm,” she says quietly. She shifts away and reaches up to grab her purchase. She’d stopped by her friends house to clean it up so she could be ready to use it as soon as she saw him, at least thats what she thought in her tipsy mind. She lifts it out of the bag, Art’s moved to turn and look and his cheeks start to color.

“You like it?” she smirks, asking him nicely but the way his blue eyes dilate is all the answer she really needs.

“Tashi. This is… that’s…so… so…”

“Has he ever fucked you Art?” She interrupts bluntly.

Art fidgets just a little too much and yeah, that’s an answer too.

It’s not too long before they’re half naked. And she’s strapped in rubbing along his ass the way she’s been dreaming of. It’s even wilder than her dreams, the way he likes it. he starts moaning as he’s grinding against her strap, she knew he needed it. It feels good the way the toy is also rubbing along her clit while he grinds. The room filled with Art’s sounds and Patrick’s sounds, mixed with her own desperate whines. Euphoric.

“‘m can you fuck me now?”

Tashi blinks, half dazed as he shifts and gets on his hands and knees.

“Please, i —” His words lost in a desperate little moan.

Tashi imagines this is what all boys dream of hearing when they get hard. She takes her time with the lube though clearly he doesn’t need it. Before long she’s lined up her hips. Pressing it in and listening to his breathing. Patrick’s probably on the last game of his 1st set, his sounds getting more and more desperate.

Arts rocking against her, mindlessly moaning out his pleasure, “fuck, ohh fuck yes.”

Tashi’s a little stunned by the force of his hips. God.

“Good job…you’re so good for me,” she whispers. Manicured fingers gripping his hips so she can get a chance to push back. She ruts against him and he whines. She’s never been this turned on before in her life. Its like this is what they’ve been missing.

“You like that don’t you? You love my big pretty dick.”

Art moans, his knuckles white, fisting the sofa cushions. One hand reaching up so he can touch himself. “P-Tashi…Tashi…oh fuck.”

That makes her giggle. “You can say it if you need to. you wish he was here right now don’t you. Not on tv but here. Watching me fuck you like a whore.”

“Nngh,” He groans, all his muscles pulled taught.

“Did you beg him to fuck you like you did me? Hm? Did you suck him off to get him hard for you?” Shes suddenly dizzy imagining him sucking on her strap. “Mouth so full and you’re still whining for more.”

“Oh god—fuck, fuck, fuck please Pat— I’m gonna—“ he cuts himself off moaning as strings of white splatter all over the sofa where she realizes they probably should’ve put a sheet. “Oh no oh fuck, oh fuck.”

Tashi’s breathless, all sticky wet between her thighs. Television still alight when the sound of tennis balls being smacked and traded moans. She watches as the strap slips out of him, shiny with lube. She unbuckles just so she can touch herself. Art undoes the rest. Making her lay back on her back so he can put his mouth between her thighs.

“Mm love you so much. Gonna lick it all up for you. Did he do that for you?”

“Oh god yes,” Tashi grins. She lets her eyes close and tangles her fingers into his hair, already eager for the next time she gets to fuck him.

FYI

#challengers fic #challengers smut #artashi #artashi smut

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yukidragon · 3 days ago

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sdj boys and dachabo reactions to horror/scary movies?

Hmm... now there's an intriguing question. How one reacts to horror movies can be pretty subjective, and the cast of Sunshine in Hell do run a pretty wide gambit across the board. The reactions can be pretty darn varied, all things considered.

Bo & Barbie

Let's start off with Bo for a change of pace. Bo, being AI, doesn't experience fear the same way a human would. He was never a child, so there are no childhood fears to play on or influence him psychologically. He doesn't have a body of flesh and blood that can bleed or rot, so body horror doesn't hit him the same way. Many staples of horror movies prey on the fragility of the human condition and are influenced by living in human society. Bo, simply, has no point of reference for this.

Overall, Bo would be looking at the movies through an analytical gaze. He was built to be ideal companion, which means that he was programmed with a wealth of information when it comes to psychology, sociology, etc. While he might not be able to fully understand what it means to be human or what makes us afraid, he still has a good sense of human behavior, at least when it comes from a theoretical point of view.

As such, Bo isn't going to be affected by the horror aspect of horror movies... with few exceptions.

Psychological horror might be able to dig its hooks into Bo, particularly questions of what it truly means to be human. The fear of loss and loneliness are pretty universal, even for an AI. He was kept trapped in a box on display for years, utterly ignored except for the rare occasions that collection was shown off to someone else. He was isolated, untouched. His sapience was denied, and his needs dismissed.

Which is why Bo can't get enough of Barbie touching and interacting with him. Sure, she treats him like a toy at first, but she at least plays along with the idea that he has a mind and soul of his own until she accepts it as the truth.

Horror stories about haunted dolls or computers taking revenge for being ignored might hit close to home for Bo. It's not scary, but rather thought provoking. He certainly has a hitlist of people who have wronged him, but he truly doesn't care enough about his creators or the person who used to possess him to want to bother to go after them.

Well, not at the moment at any rate. Revenge is a lower priority compared to ensuring his own survival, propagating, and keeping Barbie with him forever and ever.

Horror movies involving beasts hunting down their helpless prey will spark something in Bo, but it isn't fear. He'd get a vicarious thrill, his programmed instincts urging him to hunt and draw blood like the dog he was modeled to emulate. In these movies he'd be rooting for the monster, especially if they're a canid in nature.

Horror movies about AI being evil in general would just give Bo more data to improve his interactions with Barbie and other humans. The AI in those movies usually fail by coming across as uncanny and telegraphing their real intentions to the humans. If he can take note of what behaviors put humans on edge, he can avoid tipping them off to his true intentions.

Of course, a lot of horror movies are pretty schlocky and require people to make stupid and unrealistic decisions to get to the scary bits. Bo would be rolling his eyes when the humans writing the story didn't even bother to try to pretend that the characters in the movie are actually human.

It's kind of offensive to someone like him who's working so hard to understand and emulate humans, really.

It'd be rare for Bo to give in to the suspension of disbelief required to enjoy a fictional story when the logic errors and plot holes keep piling up. He'd be a real killjoy at first until Barbie barks at him to shut up and let her enjoy the movie in peace.

Of course, Barbie isn't above a good snark. Really, she has a critical mind when it comes to stories too. A bad movie will have her ranting at the screen about its stupidity and making very scathing remarks.

As such I imagine a fair number of horror movie nights would be Barbie and Bo absolutely tearing apart truly awful movies. At least until Barbie loses her patience with whatever they were watching and just switches it out for something better.

While Barbie has high standards when it comes to what movies she'll sit through, she is more affected by horror movies than Bo is for obvious reasons. She has a decent tolerance for scares and gore, but sometimes a movie will manage to get under her skin. She won't ever admit it of course, even if she winds up sleeping with the light on. She just didn't want to bother to turn it off! Get off her case!

Bo, naturally, is quick to reassure Barbie that he'll protect her from any real threat. Of course, explaining why a fictional monster or concept can't hurt her won't go over as well. She'll find any such explanation condescending, and she'll be quick to snap that she's not afraid, and she knows it isn't real. She's not stupid or a child.

While Barbie does appreciate that Bo wants to be helpful and is protective of her, she doesn't respond well to anything that undermines her competence or intelligence, even if unintentional. It's something he learns quickly to work around in order to keep his puppy happy.

So Bo studies Barbie's reactions as much as he does the movie and why the humans who created it crafted it the way they did. What they put into the story and how it affects others, particularly his puppy, can be vital knowledge for him.

Bo also realizes that there are perks to finding good horror movies that can unsettle his puppy. Barbie is more likely to cling to him without acknowledging that she's doing so when she's on edge, especially during the more tense moments in a movie. When he has a wider access to movie libraries and reviews, he'll look for more movies that're likely to provoke this reaction out of her so he can be her protector.

Bo is the best guard dog after all.

Barbie is so proud and independent. Opportunities to have her depending on him and looking to him for safety can be pretty addicting for Bo. Plus it's the perfect excuse for him to offer her a "distraction" in the form of seduction. Sex is a great way to relieve tension and to forget about all the scary things that might be out there.

Of course it was a bit more difficult for Bo to offer Barbie much in the way of protection before she let him out of his little plastic shell.

Overall, Bo gets a lot more enjoyment out of how Barbie reacts to a movie than he does to the movie itself. The more he learns about her, the more he can be the perfect, ideal companion for her. That way he won't ever lose her to anyone.

On that note, let's switch over to another yandere.

Jack

Now Jack is a very intriguing case. Joseph watched a lot of old horror movies on TV late at night at a kid. He snuck into theaters to see all sorts of movies as a teen and adult so that he wouldn't have to pay admission. This behavior continued even when he was homeless. Of course, it was a lot riskier as an adult, as his giant size made it harder for him to slip around unnoticed.

Joseph has had a love of TV and movies for all of his life. They served as an escape from loneliness, a faux sort of company when no one else wanted to be around him. He taught himself to imitate the behavior of popular characters in an attempt to get others to like him.

Naturally, Joseph shared this love with his soulmate during the times she was in his life. Mary wasn't allowed to watch TV in her house, but she was able to discover her own love of shows and movies when the two of them relaxed at his house or snuck into the movie theater.

A lot of horror movies back then were pretty cheesy, with questionable acting and special effects, but there were some classics that still stick with him even to this day as Jack, even if only subconsciously. A particular classic episode of the Eventide Territory (a horror sci-fi show like the Twilight Zone and the Outer Limits) disturbed Joseph greatly when he first saw it, and it itched at the back of his mind. It was about a man going mad from isolation to the point that he imagines an entire empty reality around him. The episode would hit so much harder in retrospect if he could consciously remember it as Jack. It might even serve as a form of foreshadowing for the fate he would face after the incident...

Overall, Joseph had a positive opinion of horror movies, and he quite enjoyed them. There's a nice thrill in the suspense, the mystery, and the human condition of trying to survive in all odds.

There was also the thrill of watching horror movies with Mary when she would cling to him during the particularly scary parts. It made Joseph feel so needed, and he enjoyed cuddling with her.

Watching horror movies without her wasn't the same. Joseph still enjoyed watching movies even on his own. Any movie was a reprieve from the life he was living, especially when he was homeless... but he missed his sunshine's company all the more whenever he did something they used to enjoy together.

When Mary and Joseph were able to reunite when grown up, there were plenty of movie nights together. The two of them were run ragged at LambsWorks, and most of their energy was spent working, so just relaxing together on the sofa while watching a movie was how they spent date nights most of the time.

Neither Joseph nor Mary were overly scared by most horror movies. Sure there are moments to make either or both of them jump or tense up, but horror movies were an overall good experience to them. Mary did tend to exaggerate her fear though as an excuse to snuggle up with Joseph during the more intense moments. He didn't catch on, but he always enjoyed cuddle time.

While horror movies were a fun and positive experience for Joseph, the same can't quite be said for Sunny Day Jack.

In the canon for the character of Sunny Day Jack, as written for the SunnyTime Crew Show, Jack and the rest of his friends were easily spooked by scary things, which included horror movies. The Halloween episode was all about the crew trying to help kids not be scared of the dark, while they themselves were also scared. It was a lesson about how everyone gets scared at times and real bravery is doing your best in spite of that fear.

The tone of the episode overall was very lighthearted. Sunny Day Jack put on a brave face and a smile, even as he and the other clowns would jump at the sound of thunder or the curtains blowing in the breeze at night, among other small things that might scare a young child.

Joseph always threw himself into the character of Sunny Day Jack. He did his best to see things as the character would and always react the way Sunny Day Jack would. He learned to understand why Sunny Day Jack might get spooked so easily so that he could better bring the character to life for the kids.

This creates an interesting conflict for him in the present day as Jack.

The character of Sunny Day Jack would be terrified of horror movies, especially if they were PG-13 and above. However, Joseph regularly enjoyed mature rated horror movies.

Jack has deeply convinced himself that he's Sunny Day Jack, and Sunny Day Jack should be scared of horror movies. But he's not scared... so he convinces himself that he is.

So Jack once more puts on an act and loses himself in the role. The first time Alice suggests watching a horror movie together, he has to balance that fine line of convincingly being afraid yet putting on a brave face for his sunshine.

Alice, being sensitive to others' needs, would notice her kid show host friend's unease, and would reconsider the idea. Of course, Jack wouldn't want to disappoint her or risk losing the opportunity to do something fun together, and he would insist they watch it. He would have to prove to her that he's fine... but also keep in character that Sunny Day Jack should be terrified.

The first time watching a horror movie leads to some unpleasant dissonance for Jack. He's more conscious about his own reactions while trying to be the friend and company his sunshine needs. He should be scared, so he must be, even if he doesn't feel like he is. He needs to believe that he is. Being out of character invites questions about his identity that he can't handle asking...

When Jack manages to focus on the film, he does enjoy it. It's only when he gets distracted from being in character that he can relax. It's the moments where he's conscious of himself and his actions that he he has to remember to flinch or yelp quietly. He can't do too much, otherwise he'll worry Alice and ruin her experience, but he can't just do nothing when he knows a certain moment would absolutely make Sunny Day Jack feel afraid.

What helps this conflict going through his mind is when Alice invites Jack to hold onto her when he gets scared during the movie. She's used to it actually, as she was the person Ian clung to during the few times they watched horror movies together, and her younger siblings would naturally cling to the oldest during family movie nights.

This offers Jack an opportunity and a way to balance out this dissonance in his mind. Whenever there's a moment that would scare Sunny Day Jack, he can just cling to Alice and cuddle her close. He can focus more on the softness of her body, her warmth, and her gentle compassion rather than his own internal conflict. It's a good excuse to get closer to her even before they become lovers.

He, Sunny Day Jack, would no doubt be soothed by his sunshine's comfort. He'd feel less scared, so he can accept that he isn't scared. It's all thanks to Alice that he can feel at ease.

Of course, Alice herself serves as her own distraction for Jack. The glow of the screen in her eyes as she watches the movie is enchanting. The little shifts in her expression as events unfold are fascinating. He has to consciously try not to stare at her too much, lest it make her uncomfortable. So instead he focuses on her warmth, her heartbeat, her breathing, and the gentle plushness of her soft, cuddly body.

This invites thoughts to wander to very mature territory that was never covered in the series bible for any of the SunnyTime Crew Show characters. Jack then has to refocus his thoughts for an entirely different reason than before.

Thanks to Alice, Jack finds a way to resolve the dissonance between his true feelings and what he's "supposed" to be feeling as Sunny Day Jack. Good friends can help us feel brave. That was a big part of the episode's lesson, and it still holds true now. Alice helps Jack feel braver, so he can enjoy the horror movies thanks to her. Her courage gives him courage, so whenever a scary scene comes up that he knows would scare him, Sunny Day Jack, he can just squeeze Alice a little tighter.

From Alice's point of view, Jack is very uneasy the first time they set out to watch a horror movie. She almost decides against it altogether, but he insists that he wants to watch it with her. When he jumps and squeaks, she offers her hand for him to hold, and checks in on him to see if he's okay to continue.

Jack insists that he's fine as long as he can keep holding onto Alice. When he praises her for her bravery, her heart starts to flutter and she has to look away from him with warm cheeks. After a few more flinches and squeezing of her hands, she slips a hand away to wrap around him and give him a hug, asking if this helps.

Oh my yes. Cuddling together helps a lot. Jack eagerly wraps his arm around Alice while keeping their fingers entwined with his other hand. He wants to do more, her warmth so distracting. It's so cozy... so familiar... so right.

Alice notices Jack starting to relax so she can enjoy the movie too. There's something so nostalgic watching movies with him like this. Sure she's cuddled up with friends and family many times in the past while watching films, but this is a different kind of familiar. It's like their bodies were just made to slot together like this. She doesn't really think much about the feeling though, just focusing on how comfortable it is and feeling satisfied that she helped her friend feel better.

Movie nights are a regular thing for Jack and Alice, though it's only occasionally horror themed. After work, the two snuggle up on the sofa to watch a movie or binge watch a series. Jack stops thinking about how he "should" be scared over a horror movie and instead can just bask in the moment. It's only natural that his fears would fade away thanks to his sunshine. With her by his side, he has nothing to fear.

Alice

Alice has a high tolerance when it comes to horror. Though she's not a fan of torture porn, she isn't fazed by buckets of blood and guts splattered across the screen. She enjoys a wide variety of horror from psychological to kaiju to campy to kids horror to analog, and the list goes on.

That isn't to say that Alice is completely unflappable when it comes to getting scared. Sometimes a horror movie's story lingers in her mind enough to nudge her into double-checking the locks on her doors and windows. These feelings hit harder when she was living alone, but with roommates it doesn't bother her quite as much.

The presence of Jack in her life gives Alice a surprising level of reassurance. Sure, she was freaked out when he first appeared, but once she accepted that he wasn't a threat, his very existence put certain things into perspective for her.

Either Alice is seeing/hearing/feeling things that aren't there, or she has a supernatural giant clown living with her. Both prospects bring their own kind of terrifying implications.

Despite this, Jack is a very comforting presence in her life. He's kind, gentle, and helpful. He goes out of his way to respect her boundaries and feelings. He promised to keep her safe and protect her, and somehow she can tell that he truly means it. If he's a real entity and not just her imagination, then she at least has an extra set of eyes watching her back for her. She doesn't have to sleep alone at night.

If Jack isn't real, well... then Alice has a lot bigger problems than any boogie man hiding in the dark.

Although Alice doesn't consciously admit it to herself for a while, she accepts the idea that Jack really exists right away. There's just something so familiar about his presence. Besides, she knows that if he is real, it would be unwise to ignore him. It would also be cruel, as she's the only one he can interact with.

The more time they spend together, the more convinced Alice is that Jack is real. Naturally this means that other supernatural entities are probably real as well, but even if they are, she at least has one of those sort of entities on her side. Time helps her trust for him grow as well.

Plus, Jack has this way of making Alice feel safe. He's a giant with huge muscles and unknown supernatural powers. She should be terrified of him, or at least constantly on edge. But she's not. He's so comforting... What's scarier than his presence might be how at ease he makes her feel.

Movie nights are familiar and comfortable, even when some maniac on the screen is chasing down helpless campers with a chainsaw. The ghost that haunts and possesses the confused characters on screen in particular doesn't seem as intimidating anymore. Maybe that ghost was just lost, confused, and lonely. Maybe they just needed a friend.

Not that Alice knows for sure if Jack is a ghost. She'll try to find answers about what he is and how he wound up connected to the tape when she can, but no matter what he is, Jack is a welcome presence in her life.

To Alice, Jack feels like home.

On that warm and fuzzy note, let's move on to the next character on the list.

Ian

Ian, as you might expect, is not a fan of horror movies. They leave him feeling tense in a bad way, and sometimes they can trigger a trauma response when people are yelling and screaming on screen. It reminds him too much of certain moments with his mother... The few times he actually managed to watch horror movies usually brought him to tears.

Knowing that Alice is a fan of horror movies, Ian did try to be brave and watch one with her at various points in their lives. As kids, they tried to watch a horror movie while he was sleeping over at her house. He hid in his sleeping bag practically the whole time and wound up wetting the bed after having awful nightmares.

Alice felt awful for how much Ian suffered because he wanted to do something that she enjoyed. She was a lot more mindful of how he felt after that, and they didn't see a horror movie again until they were dating.

Ian wasn't exactly excited to see a horror movie, but by the time he was college age, he wanted to finally face his fears. He wanted to prove to his girlfriend that he was brave and that she could share her enjoyment of scary stuff with him too, and not just Shaun her friends.

Ian had psyched himself up for their movie date. He figured it'd be less scary in a theater full of people. He would be brave. He could be like those strong and manly men in the self-help videos who tucked their girl in their arms during the scary parts of movies and told them that it was going to be okay.

"It's okay, baby. Daddy's here to keep you safe."

Not that Ian could ever bring himself to say a cheesy line like that, at least not yet. He was still learning how to act and lose himself in the character he wanted to be after all.

Still, it was something Ian tried to become... only to fail miserably.

Ian was the one who wound up clinging to Alice and she had to comfort him. It was like they were kids all over again. He clung to her hand and tried not to shake, but his attempt at being brave was a failure. He jumped with a shriek when Alice whispered in his ear, asking if he was okay.

Though Ian tried to insist he could handle the movie at first, eventually Alice got him to admit that he couldn't. He was mortified, but relieved when she ushered him out of the theater before the movie was even over.

It was another humiliation for Ian and another blow to his self-esteem. The only good thing to come out of it was the way Alice pampered and reassured him afterwards. They got to cuddle in bed together all night in her dorm, as he was too scared to go back to his place.

Ian also got a little bit of satisfaction from noticing that Shaun appeared to be somewhat annoyed watching the two of them go into Alice's room that night. Maybe it was just his imagination, and maybe it was petty of him, but it did make him feel a little better.

The next time Ian watched a horror movie was with his new friends in California. He had gotten better at acting by that point. He was still terrified and hated the experience, but he felt the need to prove himself. He didn't want to lose the new and improved reputation he gained with his new friends either.

Though his smile was shaky, Ian managed to make it through the movie without letting on how much he was screaming on the inside. Drinks afterwards with his friends helped take the edge off his fear, even if he got pretty drunk. That night he stayed up late on a video call with Alice, terrified that he had to sleep alone in his apartment.

It was an awkward drunken call, but Alice kept Ian company until he fell asleep. He barely remembered any of it the next day, but overall he felt proud of himself for being so brave. Alice praised him for his courage too when she found out about his horror movie night.

In the present day, Ian has learned how to better dodge horror movie nights with his new friends. He avoids taking acting jobs that have to do with horror. He's gotten better with dealing with horror and is braver now, but he still hates it. Horror still leaves him shaky and on edge. He still can't see how other people enjoy it.

Ian might not scream, cry, or wet himself due to horror movies anymore, but he still hates the genre. He'd rather cry over romance movies instead. At least then he can feel some catharsis when the star-crossed lovers manage to get together in the end.

Shaun

In contrast to Ian, Shaun is all about horror. He absolutely loves horror movies, TV shows, online videos, audio books, podcasts, etc. Horror is in this man's blood. He grew up in a house full of horror lovers. He had family movie nights with his mom and dad watching age appropriate horror movies ever since he could remember. Their house was dressed up and ready for Halloween for every single day of the year.

Shaun isn't just a fan of watching horror movies. He's been filming his own homemade horror movies ever since he learned how to use a camera. He has countless recordings of the films he made with himself, his parents, the family cats, and any friends willing to participate.

Sharing his love of horror is practically one of his love languages. Shaun will come across cool horror shorts and immediately send it to his besties. Sometimes he does it because he knows that they'll like it, and sometimes he does it to cackle at them cursing him out for the surprise scare. It's all in good fun though.

When they were still rooming together at college, Shaun and Alice would have horror movie nights on a regular basis. It was a way to unwind after the stress of studying, especially if the movie was so bad it's good. Laughing at awful CGI and terrible acting is a great stress relief from the pressure they were under.

It takes a lot to actually scare Shaun. He can see a jump scare coming a mile away, and he knows just how to subvert an audience's expectations. He can appreciate a horror film both through the lens of the audience and the director. His older works might have been pretty derivative and obvious, but his current catalogue of films are masterworks of horror and romance intermingled.

Oh, Shaun might pretend that he's scared if the mood calls for it, but it's blatantly obvious that he's faking it. His acting skills are wooden and clunky. He's much better behind the camera than in front of it.

For Shaun, horror is comforting. It's thrilling, fun, and overall just a joy to experience. He loves sharing good horror stories that resonate with him. He gets an added thrill when he's able to scare the pants off of the person he's sharing the story with. It just goes to show that he knows his stuff.

Seeing a horror movie on a date night is an absolute must for Shaun. Having his date cling to him in terror would send his heart racing in a way the movie can't quite manage. That nervous excitement would make it hard for him to sit still, and it would thrill him to be his partner's safe space. He'd be sure to offer comfort and reassurance whenever they needed it.

Shaun is also the type of little shit to jump scare his partner even if he got pummeled with pillows in retaliation for it. Naturally, he'd make sure that his partner was okay with being scared first. It's only fun pulling pranks if they're having fun too. If his partner isn't able to deal with horror very well, then he'll avoid scaring them and would only share horror media that they could handle. He'd go out of his way to try and find a middle ground where they can both enjoy what he's so passionate about.

Horror and romance both set off similar feelings of exhilaration in Shaun, which make them such a perfect match in his mind. Romance can make the horror more tragic and hit harder. It can also serve as the fuel to keep a person going even when the world has become a nightmare. Fear and love have a way of complementing each other so well, and he wants to showcase that in his films.

Alice sharing his love of horror, the gothic aesthetic, and cats are just some of the many reasons why she and Shaun got along so well. They had so much fun together making fun of bad horror movies and discussing what they liked or disliked about good horror movies. It was just another reason why he couldn't stop himself from being attracted to her, even though he knew he shouldn't since she was in a relationship already.

Shaun kept trying to quiet the little "what if" thoughts that plagued him every time Alice made his heart skip a beat. Instead, he tried to find a similar sort of connection with the other people he dated throughout college. Sadly, he's still looking for that perfect spooky soulmate of his to be the Morticia to his Gomez... just like his parents were for one another.

The only downside to having a partner with a high tolerance for horror is that they won't cling to Shaun during the scary moments. Sure he snuggles up to his close friends at times during horror movie nights, but it's not the same thing as being clung to desperately by a loving partner.

Alice never threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest when they watched a horror movie together. Just the thought of it would get Shaun hot and bothered and might've influenced him to seek out the scariest movies he could find. It never happened, but they did cuddle up together on the couch or on sleeping bags, and that was nice too.

Shaun might long for more, but his friendship with Alice and the moments they've shared together are something he won't trade for the world.

Horror movies don't scare Shaun. Real life is far scarier... though he has a high tolerance for even real life scares. The thought of meeting a ghost(?) like Jack is something Shaun finds thrilling rather than scary. He's only scared of what this unknown entity called Jack might plan to do to his bestie. He'd switch places with Alice in being attached to Jack in a heartbeat if he could.

For as much as Shaun loves horror, for as high as his tolerance for fear is, the thing he's most afraid of is seeing the people he loves get hurt. Or worse, losing them completely.

Nick

In contrast to the extreme feelings of Shaun and Ian, Nick is pretty middle of the road when it comes to horror. He doesn't hate it, but he can get pretty squeamish about it. He knows his limits, and he knows when to tap out when things get to be too much.

Overall, Nick prefers a milder horror experience. Jump scares are fine, and can even be fun. He's a fan of franchises like Six Nights at Stella's, which skews towards a younger demographic when it comes to its scares. He's even posted some videos showcasing his reactions to playing the games on his MeTube. One dedicated fan even made a compilation video of all his screams during the gameplay.

Nick doesn't do a lot of gaming content for MeTube. He mostly does whatever reaction or challenge that interests him and his friends in the moment. His LonelyFans is where the big money is, so he can afford to just goof around and do whatever he likes on MeTube.

Sometimes Nick does stream horror movies with his friends over voice chat, but that's more a private thing. They make commentary or shriek sometimes when a sudden jump scare catches them by surprise.

While Nick isn't a big fan of horror, but he does have fun engaging with it with his friends. He finds that his friends make just about any fun, goofy, awkward, or even scary moment even better.

There are some kinds of horror that Nick absolutely refuses to watch though. Extreme body horror is way too much for him, on screen deaths of animals or kids are an absolute NO, and he can't stand sexual violence.

Nick can't stand movies with bad sex in general, particularly those with toxic misinformed ideas of what BDSM looks like, but that's a different kind of horror.

When seeing a horror movie with a date, Nick will try to play it cool. If the horror movie isn't too extreme, he'll be able to make it through the film with a smile, if perhaps a shaky one. If it's really intense though, he won't be able to stop a yelp from escaping him, or the need to cling onto his partner.

Naturally, Nick will try to play it off, maybe turn it into an excuse to flirt if he's feeling confident, but he'd mostly get flustered about his reaction and start feeling shy.

Being comforted by his partner during an intense horror movie would send Nick's heart racing. Sure he'd still squeal at times, and he'd blush about being so clingy, but it'd be a fun experience overall.

Naturally, Nick would have to repay the favor by being the one his partner clings to while squealing in bed afterwards.

Bonus Round

I know the ask was just about the SDJ boys and Bo, but since Elias is also a part of Sunshine in Hell's continuity, I'm going to throw him in here as well along with Coraline. Oh, and maybe I'll toss in Barry too while I'm at it.

Elias died before motion pictures were a thing. Being isolated in his mansion after his death, he is ignorant of modern technology in general. As such he never got to experience a horror movie until Coraline entered his life.

As I've mentioned in the past, Coraline is a huge fan of ghosts, the occult, and all things spooky and supernatural. She loves horror movies, novels, comics, and all other sorts of media. She hasn't had too many chances to hang out with Shaun, but they vibe really well. Sometimes he treats her like his little sister.

Naturally Coraline wants to share her interests with her groom-to-be, so watching a horror movie together is a must.

Unfortunately for poor Elias, the experience is way more intense than he expected, and he winds up clinging to his bride the entire time. It's kind of comical how much a horror movie can scare a ghost.

Coraline doesn't mind though as long as Elias wants to keep watching the movie with her. He's determined to see it through to the end, since his beloved enjoys it so much, and she's clearly very happy to share the experience with him.

Coraline also enjoys having a giant ghostly beefcake wrapped around her body the entire time, whimpering so cutely in her ear. It makes her want to watch even more scary movies with him.

Is that bad? Does it count as bullying? But Elias is so cute, and he insists he wants to keep watching... So it's probably okay that she's enjoying making him squirm.

Although Coraline has a very high tolerance for horror, she does try to be mindful of Elias' delicate sensibilities. She's been desensitized to scary things though, so sometimes she doesn't notice something is too much for others to handle until she sees them freaking out over it. It's a bit of a learning curve for the both of them.

As for Barry's opinion of horror movies... He's not much of a fan. He'd rather spend his evenings in a bubble bath, sipping wine, and binge watching a season of The Duchess Approves or some similarly scandalous and gripping drama series.

If Barry was pressured to watch a horror movie, he'd be a big weenie about it. He'd be the type to shriek during a sudden jump scare, but deny up and down ever doing it. He especially didn't reach such a high pitch that he could be mistaken for a small child! The audacity of such an accusation! He's a full grown man, thank you very much.

Barry can handle his horror movies just fine, he'll have you know. He just doesn't think they're any good, that's all. It's all full of poor writing and clichés. He'll stick with his dramas, and not because he's scared!

Hey, who uploaded that video of him screaming and throwing his entire popcorn tub onto his head?! The culprit better not have been one of his employees, or they're going to be working overtime for a month if they don't take the video down right this minute!

I think I'll wrap up this post on that silly note. I hope you enjoyed this post about all the different ways the characters engage with horror movies and the horror genre in general.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

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... can i request some nsfw for melissa hat. with shauna or reader i don't even care just use this as your free pass to write literally anything with melissa i can not think of anything specific. thank you

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a/n: not proofread so...

warnings: swearing, masturbation smut, oral (m!receiving), fingering m!receiving)

pairings: melissa hat x reader

It started with little things. she noticed the way your hands gripped the fresh red meat as you cut it. or the way you kneeled down to start a fire, your fingers wrapped around the sticks in a practiced manor as you struck them together. she saw it all. that quiet blonde girl who seemed as if she had nothing but innocent thoughts behind her glassy cerulean eyes was actually struggling to breathe every single time you walked by.

it became obvious to her few close wilderness friends. immediately after every small interaction the two of you had, she was racing back to her hut, a wave of fiery heat washed over her face. another one of those interactions occurred today.

“oh my god”

gen snickered as she leaned into akilah’s side, watching melissa scurry away to the comfort of her wood hut.

“jeez… is she okay?”

akilah whispers, sounding genuinely concerned to which gen laughs and shakes her head. gen’s demeanor is completely opposite to melissa’s, who at this point in time is pacing back and forth in her hut, tugging at the loose stitches on the hem of her muscle tank. it’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the heat building between her thighs, which you are completely oblivious to as you carry out your daily chores.

after a long internal battle, melissa closes the drapes to her hut door, and sits awkwardly on her makeshift bed. she shoves her hands quickly down her boyshorts, applying pressure to her clit over the fabric of her panties the way she believes you would. ‘i’m not weird, i’m not weird, i’m not weird’ she repeats to herself like a motto as she imagines your fingers between her thighs.

once you finish up your daily chores you skip over to nat.

“anything else?”

nat looks up from her lap, twiddling her thumbs. she awkwardly meets your gaze, her voice coming about a bit raspy. you assume it’s from stress.

“yeah, um… would you mind checking on melissa? gen said something about her not feeling well?”

she says, in a skeptical tone.

“it’s getting dark, almost time for dinner and uh… she needs to set the table.”

she continues, to which you nod and agree. the trip to melissa and gen’s shared hut is a familiar one. you typically wake melissa up to start chores for the day as she sleeps in later than anyone else. she’s probably staying up late, but why?... whatever. you hear the sound of fabric rustling as you step up to the hut, awkwardly knocking on the wood. a surprised gasp is faintly heard from the inside of her hut.

“hey… you feelin’ okay? nat wanted me to check on you, so…”

you yell awkwardly through the barrier between the two of you. you infer that melissa quickly gets up due to the racket you hear, a strange thing for someone who’s “sick” to do.

“um. i’m fine.”

melissa blurts out quickly. that doesn’t sound like the truth.

“are you sure? i’m coming in.”

you push the drapes to the side and step into her hut, watching as melissa quickly sits up against the wall, almost instinctively shoving her right hand into her pocket. she appears a bit messy. her wavy blonde hair is disheveled, her shirt slightly riding up to reveal her toned abdomen which your eyes trail over for a little too long. you inadvertently take your lower lip between your teeth at the sight. it’s subtle, but just obvious enough for melissa to notice and quickly divert her gaze, her heart thrumming in her chest.

in this moment, it became obvious to you what you did to her. the way she pushed her legs together, subconsciously held her breath, and fidgeted with her hands. she was whipped for you. so, what do you do? oh, you’re gonna play along.

“you don’t seem too good. here… lemme check if you have a fever.”

melissa visibly tensed up at this idea, her eyes wide and glued to your body as you lowered yourself to your knees and crawled over to her. you sat with your legs folded beneath you next to her, leaning over her body and placing the back of your hand on her forehead. she shivered under your touch, seemingly unused to this kind of contact.

“mm… you’re hot.”

a complete lie. you were unable to feel a fever. but the words got such a sweet reaction out of her, it made a chuckle slip past your lips. that got to her.

“wow… your face is so red, too. you must be really sick, huh?”

a nervous whine escaped melissa. you lean in closer.

“what are you?...”

she breathed out, her voice quivering.

“taking care of you.”

you whisper through a smirk, before smashing your lips against hers. melissa freezes like a deer in headlights, before easing into the sensation as you add movement. your lips move against each others in a natural rhythm as if it wasn’t the first time. you position yourself over her in a quick movement, your hips straddling hers, and your arms caging her under your body. she was completely trapped, yet relishing in the sensation of it. you add your tongue into the mix, flicking it out and tracing along her bottom lip, as if begging for an entrance, to which she eagerly gives you. the second melissa parts her lips, a moan leaves your throat and enters hers. in return, she gives you her tongue, which you greedily take. it’s slick with spit as it dances with yours, lewd wet noises filling the air.

you break apart for a second to look down at her, the two of you panting together.

“fuck…”

the curse leaves her mouth, almost whispered. you move your hands up under her shirt, tantalizingly trailing your short nails up the bare skin of her stomach. this sends an intense shiver down her spine like a lightning bolt, so strong you can feel the girl shake beneath you.

you push the shirt up over her head in a swift motion, leaving her in her sports bra and shorts. your lips press into her neck, leaving subtle nibbles every few kisses.

“i know how you feel about me… what you’ve been doing.”

melissa’s breath hitches in her throat at your claims, the sudden interrogation making her nervous, yet intrigued.

“how do you do it? desperately rub yourself in circles? push your fingers into you imagining they’re mine?… maybe you’ve been stealing my clothes to grind onto.”

melissa whines nervously, stammering.

“i…”

she trails off, to which you chuckle, your sloppy open mouthed kisses moving from her neck to her chest.

“all of the above, perhaps?”

and without a warning, you feel up her chest, eliciting a moan from the nervous blonde. you rule out the possibility taking your time, quickly pulling her sports bra up over her head and discarding it somewhere in the hut.

“such a pretty girl…”

she whined at your comment as you smirk down at her body, taking in her features. her soft breasts, hardened nipples, nervous goosebumps visible all over her glistening pale skin. you ate up every inch of her body with your eyes.

“don’t say that…”

she breathed out, her voice taking on a sheepish tone.

“why not? is it making you too wet?”

you whisper teasingly, trailing your right hand down and quickly dipping it below the waistband of her shorts. your fingers drag through her folds over her underwear, feeling the heat through the fabric.

“mhm. i think it is.”

you pull your fingers away, melissa groaning at the absence of your touch and bucking her hips up into the heel of your palm. you move yourself up off of her, crawling down between her legs. melissa looks down at you with an anxious (or maybe eager???) look in her eyes. the index finger of each of your hands hooked around her waistband, pulling her gray boyshorts down to reveal an unexpected pair of black panties with a little bow.

“these are cute.”

you tease, smirking down at them. you desperately want to get them off though, quickly pulling the black lace down her legs. once those god forsaken fabric barriers are finally off her, you spread her soft legs open, hands wrapping around her thighs from underneath to keep them in place.

you’re met with her pretty pink core directly in front of your face. your mouth waters at the sight of her stiffened clit, the pink flesh glistening with arousal.

“such a pretty pussy.”

you moan out, the vibrations sending shock waves up her body.

“fuck- please… please.”

melissa whines out, seemingly mindlessly begging for pleasure. in response, you lean in and attach your lips to her throbbing clit, a lengthy moan clawing it’s way out of her throat. after a few flicks of your tongue, you start sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. you aren’t even aware when the blonde throws her head back, leaning onto her elbows for support from the overwhelming pleasure.

she already feels on the edge. as you suck, you flick your tongue out, teasing her quivering entrance. she feels too empty, and you know it.

“please… need you-“

that’s all the convincing you need to slowly trail your fingers toward her hole, tracing around the opening. a string of whispered curses and quick moans leave melissa’s mouth as she eagerly waits for your next move.

you begin to push your index finger into her entrance at an agonizingly slow pace, waiting for her reactions to make sure she feels good. melissa groans as she adjusts to the difficult squeeze, her tight walls clenching onto your single finger. you begin to suck on her clit again as you push your middle finger into her, slowly curling them together towards her sweet spot.

“fuck~ oh god…”

melissa moans out, not even trying to quiet her moans from the outside world, too wrapped up in the pleasure. you find the perfect rhythm, curling your fingers as you suck on her clit, slowly thrusting in and out of her. a very particular thrust makes her cry out, your fingers lingering on the sponge like flesh within her.

“are you close, baby? you getting close for me?”

at the sound of your voice, her walls begin fluttering around your fingers. you suck extra hard on her bud, curling your fingers at a practiced rhythm as she climaxes with a loud cry.

you don’t pull out, though… you fuck her through it, making her legs shake intensely and wrap around your head. she’s trying to get away from your touch, yet push herself into it at the same time. the feeling of overstimulation runs through her entire body, her hole continuing to pulse even after the extended orgasm. melissa’s strangled moans turn into shaky cries of pleasure, and finally, you stop.

a sigh of relief leaves melissa’s lips, her tired eyelids opening to look down at you. she relishes in the sight of your messy appearance, glistening arousal dripping down your chin. melissa laughs.

“you fucking pervert.”

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luvblogsposts777 · 2 days ago

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𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨

paring: Franco Colapinto × f!reader

summary: you are out for dinner with your boyfriend and his friends, little did you know he got jealous so easly

warning: making out, slight dom!franco, oral sex (f receiving), jealous!franco

author's note: english is not my first language, divider's from @girlonabreak , the spanish phrases are traslated on google translate

After an intense and emotional season for Franco such as the 2024 one, you decided to spend winter break in Argentina, around Franco's family and friends. You two were together for 6 months now and of course you had already met his parents, but there was no time for you to meet his friends as well.

At first you were nervous when Franco suggested going out for dinner to meet his friends, you knew nothing about them, you didn't know if they spoke english, if they were boys or girls or what they were like but even though you were scared at first, you accepted, since you knew Franco would be thrilled to see you meet his friends.

Despite all your worrings the evening turned out way better than you immagined: Franco had a large group of friends, they were all friendly and tried to envolve you in the conversation as much as they could by telling you all Franco's childhood stories like that one time when at 6 he fell into a lake while trying to act cool. You laughed so much at each of those stories and everytime a new story was told Franco was like

"¡Che! ¿Por qué andan contando todas estas historias?" (Hey! Why are you all going around telling all these stories?)

then he hid your face behind your shoulder and blushed in embarassment

The rest of the night passed with Franco's friends asking about your life, about your friends and how you and Franco met. One of them, Mateo, was paying particular attention to you; he asked you questions about your life, and more than once, you caught him staring at you. You didn't mind his little attentions but it looked like Franco did: almost everytime Mateo spoke to you, you felt Franco's hand tighten a bit around your thigh, was he jealous?

To be honest, in 6 months you've been together he was never given the possibility to show his jealousy so, you think maybe this is the reason you've never seen Franco acting like this.

At the end of the night, right when me and Franco were saying our goodbyes, Mateo said

"ella es muy simpática, traela más seguido, Franco" (she is very funny, bring her more often, Franco)

It was a normal phrase, but you could feel Franco's hand becoming suddenly tight around your waist. The ride home was quiet, you didn't even know what to say because you never found yourself in a situation like this.

When you finally arrived at Franco's parents house you went up to your shared room and you started to take off your earrings

"it was a funny evening, no?" you said in a calm tone because his parents were sleeping few rooms away

"yes" only one word but he said it almost with a sad tone

you walked to the corner of the bed where he was sitting and put an arm around his shoulder

"did i do something wrong? Why you became so distant after the dinner?"

"Amor you did nothing wrong, i just didn't like how Mateo looked and spoke to you" he said this lowering his tone and putting his hand on your thigh

"i don't like the thought of someone else having all you attention" as he said this his hand started to trail up your thigh, getting close to your core. As his hand got close to the hem of your skirt he started to leave kisses all along your jaw and neck. You knew where this was leading so you put your hand over his

"Franco we can't, what if your parents hear us?"

"then you'll have to keep quiet amor"

He kissed you like there was no tomorrow, your tongues dancing together as your hands caressed his torso under his shirt. He moved then his mouth to your neck, kissing and biting it, letting out some whimpers and little moans from your red and puffy lips. His trail of kisses got lower and lower until he dropped to his knees at the end of the bed and with a swift motion he took off both your skirt and panties. He spread your legs and put your thighs on his shoulders and gave a first lick bewteen your folds, you threw your head back with an open mouth. He continued to assalt your clit until you put your hand in his hair and started pulling

"Franco please im close" you said with possibly the whinest voice ever, how could he resist such a tempting thing?

He put two fingers inside of your pussy without any warning and started to curve them right at that point. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and let out a loud moan, not caring anymore about his parents. Within seconds you were a twitching mess

"Fran- Franco... oh god... Fran im gonna come"

Suddeny he slowed his movements and you began to writhe even more

"Fran i beg you, let me come" you whimpered with a pornstar-like voice

"Did you like Mateo looking at you tonight?" he asked with a hoarse voice

"what!?" you couldn't believe he was thinking about Mateo right now

"answer me or i won't let you come" and he looked very serious when he said it

"i didn't like it"

"say it again"

"i didn't like how Mateo looked at me, i only like when you look at me"

And with that he retuned to his job to your pussy with a smirk, sucking your clit until you were almost screaming from overstimulation.

Needless to say that the morning after Franco's parents didn't ask anything about the dinner, or wanted to make eye contact with both of you.

#franco colapinto #franco colapinto × reader #franco colapinto × you #franco colapinto × yn #franco colapinto × y/n #formula 1 driver × reader #formula one #formula 1 #franco colapinto fic #franco colapinto fanfic #franco colapinto smut #jealousy #dom!franco colapinto #franco colapinto × f!reader

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pixiehe4rt · 2 days ago

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Pixie's Lore.

TOTAL: 40 paragraphs.

No one is born a homeless, or at least it's not the usual thing. All the people living in the streets have had a story of loss, haunted by the ghost of their past while they glance at the high-class citizens looking down at them, with nothing more than disgust in their eyes. Dimlight Ross–known as Pixie, is obviously not an exception to the influence of the cold and dirty slums, where she was abandoned to her luck by the ones that promised to take care of her.

But it wasn't always this way, of course.

(hey so this is cringy as fuck also i suck at writing and i'm not good with words in english.. whatever you've been warned)

Pixie grew up in a town in the outskirts of her city, where her parents were known for somehow getting along with everyone and being the richest family there.

She was homeschooled until she was eleven years old. She had a hard time making friends due to her natural naivety and lack of social skills, and she ended up attracting a lot of toxic friendships and not many genuine connections while growing up.

Her relationship with her parents has always been really weird. She love them and they love her, for sure, but the two adults were always shifting between loving each other dearly or being at the verge of divorce, all the time. The kid just watched and assumed relationships were meant to be like that, and the parents never cared to teach her otherwise.

Her mother had constant brutal mood swings and her father had a really short and explosive temper and got irritated easily. Pixie lived her days tense and had to always walk with her guard up to not get yelled at. She had a constant paranoia, and sometimes having silent panic attacks, afraid she'd do something wrong and fuck everything up, again. Being hypersensitive in a household like that was not for the weak.

The kid didn't have a place where she felt comfortable. At school she had no friends, and at home she was never listened. Sure, her parents were there for her, but they lacked emotional availability and their direct comments about any extroverted personality trait Pixie showed were just enough for her to never get to show her inner self ever.

She loved fantasy books, the space and the peace and quiet of the night. Only when the moon shone was when she felt calm.

Eventually, when Pixie was about fifteen, her family moved to Ramshackle. They never explained why to her, and she never got to ask; either way she had never been that attached to her hometown anyway.

She was afraid of the people there. The citizens all acted so confident and intense... It could drive her mad how the streets were even louder than in her old town.

After settling down, her parents homeschooled her again. She hated that they could do that, because after all being at school was somehow better than being inside the same goddamn house with the same two people every day. But she wasn't going to tell her parents.

Pixie eventually got to meet Tre–well, they were forced to meet. The girl's parents forced her to come to one of those rich people parties, which was being hosted by his parents. Being around the same age and having the same feeling of never being listened, they connected easily, opening up to each other shortly after meeting. They soon became friends–and, therefore, she also befriended Maroon, and Tre's openness helped her personality to start blooming.

Tre named Pixie his unofficial assistant. She didn't took it too seriously, but she had a good time, and she wasn't alone anymore! They ran after some pickpockets and stopped minor thieves, or whatever the heck a sixteen-seventeen year old cop, his friend and his personal bodyguard did.

But apart from a cop, she got to befriend someone else that changed her life forever. From all people in this city, she befriended a scrap.

Long story short, Pixie was learning how to bake and she would usually give some samples of her creations to Tre and Maroon. One day Skipp tried to rob her, but he only found some homemade cookies inside her bag.

She noticed him, too.

He prepared to run away, waiting for her to start calling the police. But his expression turned into a puzzled one when she just smiled and told him to keep the baked goods, and for free. Skipp couldn't help but think, was she high or something?

He took the food without hesitation and thanked her.

They talked for a while, until Pixie left, as if their worlds weren't completely different, and as if they knew each other since forever. It was nice, definitely. Then they continued with their lives as they usually would. Except they didn't know this wasn't gonna be the last time they'd meet.

Somehow finding each other nearly every day is what made this two develop a secret relationship for months. Pixie wanted it that way. If anyone nearby her knew she had befriended a scrap, who knows what it'd happen to her and how would it affect her family...

Skipp was very different than anyone she's ever encountered. He was open for sure, but not like Tre. He didn't mind expressing his feelings verbally and physically, he never judged her, he was open-minded, sweet, kind... Seeing him was always such a boost of energy for her, his voice and the way he laughed could make her day better, just being with him made her feel safe and genuinely loved.

But her worries grew some more after she caught herself crushing on him.

And her entire world began to shake when she discovered it was mutual.

(This part may be horribly written because I was tired when I wrote it, I may change and correct some things in the next days!)

Pixie was sure her parents wouldn't take it well if they discovered their daughter was dating a scrap. She told him about her worries, and they agreed it was better to keep their relationship secret, yet again.

Somehow and for the sake of the narrative, months passed and no one found out. Well, maybe only Tre, and consequently Maroon, after he caught Pixie and Skipp together suspiciously close in an alleyway while trying to find suspects for another case of his.

He was shocked to find out that his best friend was romantically involved with one of the guys who has been causing trouble alongside 'those other street rats', his words.

After a bit of a small argument, Tre promised Pixie to keep their secret, but that he 'wouldn't hesitate to arrest him or beat him up if he ended up hurting her', his words too. Maroon also promised to keep the secret, with Pixie unaware of the fact that she and Skipp are family, she only told the girl "He's a good guy". On the other side, Vinnie and Stone took it pretty well!

And then, her entire world crashed.

Everything was going just perfect. Pixie and Skipp had met at night again, and she had left her house through her bedroom window. That night her mother unexpectedly woke up and found out Pixie wasn't in her room.

When she came back with Skipp right behind her, she found both of her parents there, about to burst out screaming.

And she knew there was no salvation for her.

The argument about Pixie being 'a horrible daughter' quickly escalated to something more intense and violent.

As the quiet and little girl the two adults knew disappeared in front dog their eyes, a new, louder and as harsh as she's ever been stepped loud. She was no longer going to let herself get stepped on, silenced and scared.

Despite Skipp's attempts of defending Pixie, he was only threatened with violence if he didn't stop talking. He believed this could be solved by talking, but every second that passed just kept reminding him that not everyone was willing to listen.

Pixie was soon kicked out. Her parents told her they didn't consider her their daughter anymore. And despite everything, despite all the violence, emotional and psychological damage and isolation they made her go through, the truth was that she still loved them. But they didn't love her anymore.

She broke down. Nothing could ever be as good as it used to be. Ever again.

She wasn't alone, though. She had her boyfriend and her scrap friends, but she wasn't so sure what would Tre do when he found out all this.

But she could t think about that then. She could barely think. All she had in her mind was a simple question.

"What am I going to do now...?"

Note: despite Pixie being literally a self-insert, her lore has barely anything to do with my life irl! I just project my emotions and stuff onto her, basically everything written here has nothing to do with my life irl.

Pixie facts because yeah

Pixie's gender identity flows and she doesn't really like labeling herself, she uses they/she pronouns and most of the time refers to herself with female-aligned terms (but doesn't mind being called with other gendered terms).

She doesn't mind Skipp's usual blunt smell. She's used to it as her dad also smokes blunts.

Pixie hates –with a passion– having her hair straightened and she will never get her hair cut over her shoulders.

She is very gullible and will fall for every joke made on her. Over and over.

Pixie listens to the Ramshackle universe equivalent of AURORA and Mitski.

She hates alcohol but doesn't mind smoking. She did get drunk one time though. It's not a long story but i'm too lazy to tell it.

Pixie's parents would brag about how their child was so sweet and good and obedient and amazing with the people they meet. Which annoys Pixie for a lot for various reasons.

Pixie is a nickname! She was given that nickname when she was a child, as she loved fairytales that included fairies and other similar creatures. Also she firmly believes fairies are real, but doesn't say it out loud in fear of getting made fun of.

She's an only child.

Pixie and Skipp would sometimes meet at night to spend more time together with less eyes on them. She has even led him inside her bedroom a few times (im secret, of course).

She cuts her own bangs.

Thank you for reading, beautiful people!! ⟡º 💖 ݁ .º

#ramshackle oc #ramshackle pixie #oc rp #rp blog #ramshackle oc lore #oc #oc rp blog #oc ask blog #oc x canon

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gerbits · 3 months ago

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she found some friends to study with :')

#the answer to your question is YES #they're just as terrible as she is #why else would she get along with them so well #anyway meet dave & yvonne :3 #the sims 4 #the sims #sims #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 legacy #random legacy challenge #otter gen2 #otter rlc #roswell otter #s: dave #s: yvonne

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randomnameless · 6 months ago

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Why do the FEH devs insist on ignoring Nabatean lore so much?

I recently had a surprisingly cordial discussion on redshit with someone about the "nabateans = colonisers" take, and one of the main points raised was that the game was purposedly foggy around Nabateans/Sothis/their story because it would obviously favor a certain narrative (and thus make another narrative look, uh, not that marketable anymore).

To be honest, we still ended up with a product that had a lead go "this race and its blood* is the reason why the world sucks" and yet that lead is still marketable enough to have raunchy cipher cards and 5 FEH alts, so I actually wonder if, while pissing on that lore had that purpose, it was ultimately pointless since Supreme Leader can still sell goodies despite her incarnation in FE16.

And not only Supreme Leader - but the entirety of WC where we basically have 70% of the cast crying/complaining about their "mixed blood" or lack of and basically adding their 10 cents to the "this race and its blood is the reason why the world sucks".

I mean, can you imagine Sylvain selling any goodies and alts if Flayn replied to his "wah wah people only are kind to me and want to fuck me because I have Nabatean blood :(" by some uncharacteristic "good for you, I have to hide my ears, had to dye my hair, have to lie about my family because if the truth is found out about my identity, I will be hunted and vivisected like an animal and harvested for parts by people who call my kin abominations - just like what happens in the game where the same people who call my kin "abominations" ally with a classmate who calls me a creature and pretends I am incapable of human feelings based on my race".

FE Fodlan's main selling point is its cast of students, for various reasons, but even if I tried to kid myself, Nopes and FEH made it clears : students are the main selling point.

If you spare more time and attention to the Nabatean plot/lore, the students either grow from "likeable" to "despicable" or worse, you won't gaf about them because yeah sure, Hilda might be upset because people expect things from her due to her crust, but it would feel like a "peanut" compared to Seteth's irrational (granted, it's not so irrational since GW exists) fear that Flayn's newest friends would dissect her if they learnt she was a Nabatean, and being conflicted by finally letting her have human friends and form bonds she crave, or protect her due to the trauma from the genocide of their species.

Don't get me wrong, I love peanuts, I mean, not everyone can have a tragik of loaded backstory!

And yet, given how this verse's DNA is "can you fight against the red emperor who uwus about you", they had to add copious amounts of Earl Grey to their games so there's no clear-cut factions :

The "Your alien blood and its influence on the world corrupted it, so I want to reform it under my command" vs "I don't want to die and you oppose me due to my race and side with the people who genocided my kin"

is turned to :

"Your alien blood Crests and its your church's influence on the world corrupted it, so I want to reform it under my command"

"I don't want to die and you oppose me due to my race and side with the people who genocided my kin"

Sprinkle with the cast's hammering here and there that the "reforms" might be needed - but never develop on what they are - and add a few baseless and groundless takes as a toping (basically everything Claude says about tolerance and the general "isolationism/foreign policy" stuff) and you get FE Fodlan where the Red Emperor's war isn't seen as the catastrophe it is in the other entries from the series!

Now, for FEH...

FWIW, the F!F!Billy's trailer had them try to explain that Sothis was a bit pissed about her slaughtered/massacred children when Nopes never gave any reason about why she was pissed - maybe on Billy's behalf bcs Jerry's dead, but come on, she would indeed deserve the medal of the worst parent in the franchise if that was the case, since Billy can murder her daughter without Sothis taking over ! - but given that they cannot write/go against the source game those characters are from.

They tried a bit, with B!Supreme Leader and Hegemongard's FB, but then it stopped (because she had no "new unit" released since then lol) and I can understand why : Hegemongard came out before the Supreme Emblem, and Hegemongard hates dragons who are seen/perceived as gods by some of their human followers. Come FE17, and now Supreme Emblem accepts Alear because they are "one of the good ones". We can come up with HCs and details and talk about what are emblems or if Hegemongard's views were only hers at the end of AM all day long... But imo, Doylist wise, it still feels it's a retcon because the devs from the main games tried to scrap and remove the most "controversial" traits she had.

For the other characters... Well, you see what Marianne is in FEH (but even in her base games), she's one of the few characters who reacts - in a way - to the partial history about relics and demonic beasts and all... only to give sad uwus to Maurice.

FE16 (and Nopes) refused to have any "student" character react to the Nabatean lore/reveal, about what are relics and all. There are no lines, Claude shared some knowledge in the explore section of VW's last chapter, but we don't have anyone muse or think or even talk about what are relics, what are crests, and what kind of fuckery their ancestors or the ancient humans of Fodlan did.

With that in mind, FEH can't do much : either they write Marianne in a retcon-y way like what happened for Hegemongard (and they're not afraid to piss on characterisation, look at Lyon!), or they flanderise her "character" and develop her around 3 lines she had in the game in her paralogue, and continue to give sad uwus about Momo when he was at best a guy who slaughtered and murdered so much that he abused the Nabatean turned into a relic to the point where he turned in a demonic beast even if he had a matching crest, or at worst, had been part of Nemesis's piñata party in Zanado and was something of a genocider.

Tldr :

Why FE Fodlan never gaf about Nabateans : earl grey + the marketable cast has to stay marketable and you can't sell peanuts at the same price you'd sell swordfish

Why FEH dgaf about Nabatean lore : they can't afford to retcon characters + they have to sell peanut alts with the same seasoning they had in their base game.

For what it's worth though, I think FEH is more daring than the base game(s) given how they gave more lines and screentime to Rhea - through her different alts - than GW. And they even designed her Halloween!alt's lines to piss on some of Claude's assertions, while the various FB involving members of the church also - indirectly - reply to some accusations thrown their way in FE16 when, FE16, never gave them an opportunity or lines to explain that those takes were full of dung.

*"but random, maybe she doesn't know that the crests she often decries is "dragon blood"!"

It's highly debatable, especially given what she and Hubert throw to Billy in CF - but even if she doesn't, Doylist wise we still have a character who, knowingly or not, says "this race and its blood* is the reason why the world sucks" and who is never called out on her prejudice. That's more of an issue regarding the general writing though, she has to be a red emperor and took pages from Ashnard's book, and yet, the player must still feel bad and want to romance her, so her mindest/goal cannot be looked at too closely, because, I guess, even the devs thought it would be difficult to romance her (thus sell goodies!) if more light was shed on the "blood from this race corrupts our people" schtick -> which in turn would also make characters whose backstory and gimmick rely on "crying about crests" be way less likeable, thus marketable and able to sell goodies.

#anon #replies #heroes salt #fodlan nonsense #they can't develop stuff about nabateans else the people would wonder if this thing existed in FE16/Nôpes #and we all know people siding with the Agarthans would have like #a harder time justifying being allied to the Agarthans even if they don't know everything that transpired between them and the nabs #and yet Pelleas is accused of being a moron for listening to Izuka when he didn't even knew Izuka was the one who #developed the feral subhuman drug and earnt a PHD so #in the end everything's always about money #I'd buy in a heartbeat any Hilda (fe4) figurine #but i guess thes devs/money makers believe that antagonists at least in this franchise don't sell as well as marketable characters #like prime waifus #hell even UO started to print figurines of the main heroines but none as of yet of Alcina #can you imagine if the uwu overprotective dad joke #that is basically the crux of the Flayn'n'Seteth's relationship #was more developed in the lines of Seteth being afraid that Flayn would trust humans too much and reveal the truth about her #in a gesture of friendship and trust! and it would turn against her #I mean isn't it basically why the nabs are pissed at Adrestia??#Rhea trusted Willy about her pointy ears and now Willy's scion wants them out of Fodlan because their ears are pointy #or Flayn really getting along with people but ultimately not being able to trust them fully because she cannot tell them the truth #and maybe her support friends and all either pulling what everyone does with Marianne #or have the issue resolved in a more meaningful way like Nabs finally accepting to trust humans again in a plot relevant cutscene #and Flayn's final supports only being available after that cutscene #but we couldn't have that at all because again #Earl Grey + peanuts #can you imagine Sylvain getting a convo with Flayn post reveal? Where he feels like trash for wahwahing about his crust?#that's not the route the games wanted to walk on #so FEH can't walk it either #I swear this isn't a post asking for a new rhealt lol

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equalperson · 3 months ago

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I fucking hate being traumatized because why am I bawling the hardest I've bawled in god-knows-how-long because someone I didn't even like that much berated Me. gasping wailing trembling and snotting over this for several minutes.

#personal #sanism #abuse mention #child abuse mention #I'm still not entirely done crying really. I'm just trying to stop and calm Myself. not doing well at the moment #because someone on the discord server mentioned trump's inauguration and I basically said 'I don't like trump either #but it's still important to keep pushing for change. who's in office doesn't change that' and he just. immediately escalated the situation #accused Me of not caring about oppression. I explained Myself further but he told Me to go fuck Myself and capped it off with #'you already admitted to being a fucking narcissist so why would i want to be around you' (exact quote BTW)#and I just can't stop sobbing. I don't know if I've cried this much since I was 13. I keep having to pause My typing because I start crying #I didn't hate him but I wasn't attached to him either. it's just that I have so much fucking trauma along these lines #so many instances of My mom putting words in My mouth. getting short-tempered with Me over benign remarks that I didn't understand #because I'm autistic. dismissing My opinions. making Me hide My feelings and issues from her #because she's made it clear that she doesn't trust people like Me #it's made Me have so much trouble handling even friendly social interaction. I've only just learned how to do that #I just can't handle having that same mistreatment forced onto Me by anyone else. especially with so little warning or build-up #and what makes Me break down even worse is the fact that I know I'll have to deal with him again #he wasn't even punished while this was happening. despite the server owner and other mod being online. the owner just said 'stressful day'#and the other mod started talking with a regular user about how it was uncalled for once he had already left the conversation #nobody even checked in on Me. even though I stayed online for a good half-an-hour afterwards. I only just logged off a few minutes ago #because the notifications from unrelated conversations started overstimulating Me #regardless. I don't even want to see him again. I don't want to be in the same server as him I don't want to talk to him I don't want to #but it's not a real formal server. it's a 'friend group.' and they've shown before that they prioritize keeping the peace #over actually punishing hostility. just a week or so ago I told them I wasn't comfortable with them using the R-slur #and someone freaked out over My complaint being 'politically correct' and left. he was brought back just a few days later. and before that #he had already derailed a previous discussion I tried to have about the word by sending gifs featuring it and redirecting the conversation #that sucked but at least it wasn't outright triggering. but I just can't stand the thought of having to be around someone #who treated Me so much like how My abuser has. that's the most I've ever had to relive My trauma because of someone else #that's the most anyone has ever mirrored it to Me. I just can't stand it but I know I'll have to be around him #I don't even know if he's gonna apologize. he's made it clear how little he thinks of Me as a human being. PLUS

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adolins-heart · 2 years ago

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on one hand I wanna write my fic ideas wherein my marvel oc gets sent to the alternate universe of Gotham and hijinks ensue whilst she tries to survive and get back and the batfam and such slowly learn more info abt her world and how it's being threatened atm and she needs to go back and help and whatnot.

But on the other hand, the readers wouldn't know the marvel related backstory of this OC and would have. No context for her going in

But ALSO then the readers would know abt as much abt this mysterious figure as the batcrew do, and get to learn via flash backs and her slowly revealing info to them as safety allows

Then there's also just a general. Idk if there's any sort of oc etiquette when it comes to writing oc centered fics? My brain goes so hogwild when I read anything that I usually avoid oc fics other people write just bc I usually read and enjoy fics at face value but I also go "now what would happen if this OC was here?" And that gets real complicated when other people's ocs are involved

#jasper rambles #this is a rambly one yall #fanfic discussion #fanfic etiquette?#i just. listen. i made a vampire oc for captain america specifically of the mcu.. and i was thinking and like. gotham is the Perfect City fo #r a vampire to live right. so like. then i was like what would she do if she ended up in gotham. how would that go. and then i could reveal #her marvel backstory thru tidbits she drops and flashbacks. bc i have her mcu timeline pretty well planned out #tho also her existence (along w a few pther ocs) drastically changes the course of the mcu so some things hapen VERY differently (mainly civ #il war and then the start of the following arcs) so like id aalso have to reveal where the canon divergence from the mcu is during the flash #backs. and then ALSO i have a p decent grasp of the batfam and whatnot but i havent had the oppurtunity to read many comics so i dont even.#what if i just FAIL at their characterization and im actually wronf magically #and then ALSO comes the question of should i include my batman dc oc? bc SHES a whole. package. theres a LOT to unpack w her. tho for this s #pecific fic idea i think itd be fun to just. have her be Another Batfam Member. like yeah shes got her own stuff going on. but this fic woul #dnt dive into it anymore than it dives into the other batfam members #the other issue is deciding where in the mcu timeline this oc gets thrown into an au and why and how or if that affects the mcu timeline fro #m there. cuz thatd need to be decided for the sake of flashbacks. and if im gonna ise flashbacks id love to try and plan it out so it aligns #with the plot happening in gotham. i dont necessarily want like. a running Plot in the flashbacks. but id want them to be scenes from her li #fe in mcu that reveaal stuff that helps understand the decisions she makes in the gotham plot #but ALSO in the gotham plot. id wanna have it either be that her presence has caused some sort of ripple that the gotham baddies are using t #o hirt people or else some other unrelated gotham baddies plot is happening and this oc being herself sees trouble and runs towards it to tr #y and help people. even tho she has her own stuff to deal w. and then makes herself a target of the gangs and also potentially screws someth #ings up bc she doesnt have as intimate of knowledge abt the baddies and gangs as the batfam do since most of em grew up in the streets of g #otham one way or another #so like. and like she can hold her own. she was a young woman in brooklyn in the 30/40s. but its still a different environment in gotham rat #her than in brooklyn new york. so itd be. yeah. tbh i feel like the fact that im putting this much thought into it means i will probably try #to write and post it on ao3. idk when tho. im trying not to post more fics on ao3 so i can focus on my xmen fic #sso. anyway if you read all this feel free to share your thoughts and or like. sorry not sorry for the rambly essay of tags <3 #i told you jasper rambles

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arolesbianism · 1 year ago

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Thinking abt spiraling upwards side characters again. Charredpelt my absolute beloved

#rat rambles #spiraling upwards #warriors posting #girlies who are trying so soooo hard to support womens wrongs but the wrongs are that their wife is cheating on them #and now she cant even get closure cause said wife is dead along with the man she cheated on her for #like charredpelt isnt stupid she knows these cats too well but thats exactly why she keeps to this day justifying them to herself #all while living as the sole parent to their children #the worst part is that if she had just been properly talked to abt it first she probably would have been ok with it #but she wasnt. she didnt even get the choice to set up boundaries #for the record shes my favorite cragclan cat and has been since she came out as trans lol #shout out to daisystar tho my boy is so cute and also so messed up <3 #and egretpaw and furzepaw ofc get honerable mentions but theyre main characters so ofc I've thought a lot abt them #but yeah for cragclan I deliberately chose out cats I hoped would kill eachother and instead they just got into a bunch of love traingles #and then I made eagle clan with the same goal with a bloodthirsty deputy but then conestar just loved everyone and was loved by everyone #hell the one cat who disliked her at first is her wife now girlie is just sitting here loving her wife and family #I honestly couldn't tell you who my favorites in any other clan is tbh #I do adore most of elmclan but I cant say theres anyone I like that much more than everyone else #like honeystar is definitely the one who caught my attention first due to her hashtag trauma playing out in real time right away #but also thistlepeak and whimsygoose are sooooo silly I love them quiet kitty and their loud rude kitty husband #oh and also pumpkin shes not that deep of a character I just think shes cute #for eagleclan I cannot lie to you I barely remember anyone in there atm but I do love conestar shes so silly #and minkclan is another hard one caus they're the first one I made so I have a lot of love for basically all of them #but blazebelly was my og favorite shes like charredpelt but instead of having a wife cheating on her it never got past a one sided crush #and lightnip is also a current fave of mine shes so mean I love her #ratstar has always been one of my favorites of all the clans tho shes just so silly and incompetent #and shout out to nightfur for being the only cat I've ever seen generate with romantic feelings towards a cat #it was for my default dead cat raincinder who is also a shitty asshole but that just means nightfur is tragic now <3 #oh yeah I should probably provide more exicit context on the clangen stuff huh #basically I made the four main clans in clangen and used the gameplay as a skeleton for backstory and worlduilding #building off of premade characters and concepts has always been one of my favorite things (as seen by how many randomized aus Ive done)

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wandersee · 3 months ago

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it's so absolutely torturous only having $650 left on my car loan but being entirely unable to pay ANYTHING towards it due to lack of day job like. me outright owning my little disaster of a car is RIGHT THERE ;0; not to mention not having to worry about the $300 monthly payments, so it'd free that non-existent money up, which would be sooooooo life changing :")

#i was way better off financially when i got the car years ago #so this being an issue was never supposed to happen #and for it to happen when the finish line is literally RIGHT THERE #yet it's halfways they the month now and i only have $16 in my bank so i have literally no money towards right $900 in rent #not to mention the car payment i still haven't been able to make from last month #and the car insurance as well #and the credit card thru the same place as car loan 🤣#why does life hate me so fucking MUCH #2024 the worst year of my entire life continuing just the same in 2025 LMAO #GOD please let me get the fucking new position at night job #the bid ends on the 17th and as of now i'm still in the running for it #sending out immeasurable mental waves for nobody else to sign up #or if anyone else does let them be lower seniority than me #bc one more higher seniority person and i'm bumped off ;0;#still no idea what I'm gonna do about housing come the end of April LMAO #fully prepared to have to love in my fucking car SIGH #which i'd truly just be like whatever about bc it'd save sooooo much money lmao #BUT i don't wanna put my cats thru that man...#especially Kitten my little senior citizen baby who will be 17 at that point :(#i can't do that to her man... I'm already so fucking pissed she'll have to lose the high up window access she loves so much #like literally my only potential option for housing i can think of is living in somebody's basement again #wish i could just at least temp go back to old housemate's place #it's equal time to night job as current place which i need bc i suck at time #but my cats would be fully restricted to the room since now there's no basement stairs only open stairway #which would not work since they have 4 cats and 2 dogs #my cats are terrified of big dogs (the sweet great dane passed away so now it's 2 completely neurotic standard poodles 🤣)#and the cats getting along is... not too hopeful at least while a specific one of her cats is still around lol #plus i know they'd bully Kitten bc of her age like they did the sweet darling old kitty they had 🥺#plus they tore the carpet out of the room and now it's just kid toy hell in there lol #chatterbox

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fragmentedblade · 10 months ago

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I hate that when I look up the "Kalpas" tag here there's me and then there's me again, but on another blog. Fake moustache me

#And then there's a lot of spam for some reason and from time to time HSR people #but as a reference to that one Black Swa.n video‚ nothing to do with HI3 Kalpas #I talk too much #Mei went to talk to him and Kalpas sent her to ask Sakura instead and it made me want to jump off a cliff #Everything they say and don't say in reference to each other and even when it doesn't look directly about each other is so good and charged #I love the fact they despite how Mei gets along best with Sakura probably out of anyone else in the Flame Chasers #she finds Kalpas more approachable and more 'useful' to direct her questions to #given Sakura uses vague metaphors to reply while Kalpas‚ if he replies‚ is very direct #That's something that I noticed pretty early on playing Elysian Realm and that is the seed of why I came to like him so much #How ironically trustworthy and honest and... gentle he is. How ironically he was one of the FCs that gave the least amount of red flags #And how once one learnt to manage him he was actually quite easy to deal with and trustworthy in what to expect #How if he said something it would be the truth‚ no mincing #and if he didn't want to share something he wouldn't beat around the bush about it either #I didn't have much expectations about this but I love how they have steadily constructed this facet of him and him in general as a character #and his dynamics around this idea. It's truly at his core. How Elysia says he always keeps his word even if it costs him great effort #but also always expects the same or the other. How that works with Sakura. How he's loud and direct and she is silent and hides so much #yet they know and understand and get each other. How they work together. How they have conversations in which they don't utter #but the half of it yet they both know what they're talking about perfectly and know the reasons as well as the reason for the absences #I found Sakura quite bland due to how this reflects on her individually and I found Kalpas at the very beginning very annoying for the same #but the mix of both their characters and how they work together is wonderful. It's truly a joy to see how they work together #and I love how evocative of their working together in missions it could get. But even beyond that. Just. As people #Normal people regarded as monsters and othered‚ so very shy and alienated‚ just talking. Being normal with each other #Because they were and they regarded the other as such. But also knew they weren't and thus why they could understand #Sakura says they didn't really go into all that many missions together but they did talk. And you see them and you understand #Or course you did. Bet it was soft and pleasant and half a silence. Everything direct but also half absence #Like many of their interactions in ER‚ about nothing important and about everything that matters #Half direct half absence like how Sakura went herself to see what was going on in that town and Kalpas asks #Like Kalpas still fumes about not being told when she decided to escape with Rin and now offers but doesn't say why straight away #'Kalpas is back' and everyone shuts up in fear‚ but he comes back and talks with Sakura and his voice doesn't boil #It's calm and even playful. Makes me wonder about their conversations. Makes me wonder about Rin. I love how they are constructed

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ohhowjooniewept · 12 days ago

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friendship group jungkook x y/n

fluff, angst, filthy smut

10k<

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having a big friendship group was something that most people couldn’t understand. the dynamics between each and every person were important, like a well oiled machine that churned out a mixture of jokes and joy.

you had been friends with namjoon and yoongi for years, meeting taehyung, yejin and jin in your first year of university. yoongi introduced hoseok, who in turn introduced jimin, who of course, introduced jungkook.

you were incredibly close to them all, with the exception of the bambi eyed boy, who for some reason, you just couldn’t crack. it wasn’t that you didn’t get along, on the contrary - you were the most alike and he was always extremely kind towards you. it had been years and years since you first met, and you were able to have small conversations but there was an air of tension that followed you both that neither of you understood. well, you pretended not to anyway.

it was a secret to no one, except jungkook, that you were head over heels in love with him. yoongi would groan every time he’d see the starry look in your eyes once the conversation shifted towards the younger man, with yejin and jimin giggling like their lives depended on it.

“you should just get married and leave the rest of us to finally recover from your rambles.” he grumbled, once, laid out on your sofa with biscuit crumbs on his chest.

you rolled your eyes at him, frowning. “shut up yoongi, that would require him to actually like me back.”

he groaned so loudly that you found yourself grabbing the nearest pillow and plowing it into his face. “god, you’re both such idiots.” he muttered with a shake of his head.

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jungkook had an aura around him that most described as electrifying. he knew he could walk into any room and make a friend, or have eyes stay on him for the duration of the night - he knew he had presence and it was something he enjoyed.

one thing he didn’t know, however, was how to tell the girl he had been in love with for multiple years, his feelings. add the fact that she was also in his friendship group, he knew he was utterly hopeless.

years of knowing and seeing one another weekly, but he still struggled to hold a 10 minute conversation between you both. between stuttering words and clenched jaws - he could speak to everyone else in the room as though it was a god given talent, but you? for you, he was hopeless.

every girlfriend, every fling and every message in his inbox was a way to rid himself of you, but you plagued his thoughts and every inch of his desires.

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“right, why are you saying this to me again?” jin questioned as he cooked.

the entire group were at namjoon’s house to celebrate his new promotion, with bottles of wine sitting in the fridge and laughter heartily coming from the living room.

“jin, please.” jungkook groaned, leaning on the counter beside him. “yoongi won’t listen to me anymore. says i talk too much.

jin looked straight at him. “you do.”

“what? this is the first time i’m opening up about this to you.”

jin looked over again, more pointed. “first time this week.”

jungkook groaned once more, overgrown pout on his face as he rubbed over his eyes.

“listen.” jin began. “you can walk, or in your case run, in circles all you want. why can’t you just be honest with her, tell her how you feel?”

“i can’t even have a conversation with her without feeling like i’m going to pass out.”

yejin walked into the kitchen, hair messy and lipstick smudged from the wine she had been drinking. her eyes fell on the pout on jungkook’s face before giggling.

“let me guess, yoongi won’t let you confess to him anymore, now you’re terrorising jin?”

“bingo.” the older man grinned.

jungkook frowned. “is this just a running gag, now?”

“hard to feel sorry for you when you’re the reason for your own problems, kook.” yejin slid next to jin, moaning over the scent of multiple little dishes. “i mean, have you tried asking her out? even platonically? have you guys ever purposefully been alone with each other?”

jungkook’s frown deepened, he hated being friends with intellectuals. stupid yejin, stupid namjoon, jin and yoongi. the rest weren’t to be trusted with this knowledge; they’d blab to you in a heartbeat. little did you know, you had taken them for yourself. they were yours informants, sworn to secrecy.

“well, i guess not but…i don’t think she’d be entirely comfortable with just me.” he confessed. “she gets shy and quiet when i speak to her. she doesn’t laugh or joke the same as when she’s with all of us.”

the two looked over at the tall boy, eyes brows furrowed. they then turned to look at one another, both shaking their head. “god, why did you curse us with idiots for friends.” yejin grumbled, allowing jin to feed her ahead of everyone.

“you guys are mean.” jungkook grumbled. “at least yoongi pretends to be nice at first.”

with a roll of jin’s eyes, he handed him a few plates before shoo’ing him away, yejin following with her hands full. in the living room, you were stood by the tv, glass in hand, giggling away as you watched yoongi and taehyung battle it out on mario cart. the former was grunting and yelling, uncharacteristically, whilst the latter grinned wide as he won another round.

“you’re getting old.” tae smirked.

yoongi gave him a glare, before standing up to help yejin put her plates down. “you don’t get hit enough for my liking.”

the wine was beginning to make your brain hazy, and you felt slightly tipsy. it was no secret that you were the lightweight of the group, which was why you were on a strict one glass policy whenever you were with your group.

the living room table was set, adorned with finger food and a bowl of larger dishes, everyone tucking in. jungkook took a seat on the coach on the left, leaving a space beside him before his eyes flickered up to you, hovering over the table behind hobi, waiting to be given a plate. his eyes stayed trained to your face, a reddish flush evident on your cheeks that made his heart beat painfully. fuck, you were so pretty.

“okay. this weekend, what are we doing?” yejin clapped, as you began filling your plate. “you know i love pigging out with you guys, but we should celebrate joonie properly. you’ve really been waiting for this for so long.”

the dimpled boy grinned, blushing slightly. “i’m happy to do whatever, this is enough for me.”

“boring.” jimin groaned, shaking his head. “we need to go out.”

your eyes brushed over the seating arrangement, noticing the only free spot was between yejin and jungkook, the latter already staring up at you with too large eyes and parted lips. you wanted to scream, the little girl in you clawing her way through your body at the thought of sitting next to your crush.

with a tinge in your cheeks, you made your way over, wobbling slightly as you began to sit down. jungkook’s reflexes were fast, one hand on your thigh and the other taking control of your wine, letting you sit down comfortably.

his touch didn’t register with your brain immediately, but once you sat down and looked, noticing his hand remaining on your thigh whilst he looked up to join in on the conversation with the others, your brain began to short circuit. he was touching you. his hand. on your thigh. touching.

you had never noticed how big his hands were until now, your eyes flickering over every inch and knuckle, core clenching and mouth watering. you wanted him in a way that was neither healthy nor acceptable, but right now, who could blame you?

jungkook wasn’t fairing any better. his heart was beating so loudly, he swore he could feel it in his throat. he hadn’t even thought before touching you, it felt like second nature and once his hand found home on your thigh, he simply couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

you both sat, tense and head swirling, his hand firmly where it belonged.

“what do you think y/n, you down?” yejin murmured next to her, bumping her shoulder.

“down..” you cleared your throat, fixing your position. “down for what, sorry?”

her eyes flickered down, before meeting your gaze with an all knowing smirk. “the new club downtown on saturday.”

“isn’t it kinda expensive? i hear the drinks are pricey.” you cringed.

jimin scoffed. “with a face like yours, you won’t be spending a penny, don’t you worry.”

you exchanged giggles, the group going back to exchanging conversations as you all drank. the wine was getting to you, so much so, you hardly noticed jungkook’s hand flexing on your thigh, gripping tighter and higher.

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saturday had finally come and you went all out. everyone was dressed nicely, excited to go christen a new club, the electricity palpable and running through you. you knew you looked good tonight, you had gone the extra mile - sleek hair and dress both tight and perhaps too short. your heels made your legs look longer than usual and your makeup sultry - you had one single goal tonight. jungkook.

you were sick of this cat and mouse game. you liked him. maybe a lot more than like, but regardless, you were going to get a few shots in you, tell him how you feel whilst you felt confident, and then get black out drunk so you wouldn’t remember it tomorrow. solid plan.

unfortunately, said plan meant nothing once your eyes fell on him.

broad shoulders and piercings catching the light of the club, drink in hand as his t shirt stretched across his chest. every plan, thought and idea fluttered away from your head, leaving a hollow echo chamber in which all you could hear was a repeat of his name.

he turned to look around, noticing you walking towards the group with hugs and greetings. he blinked once or twice, before turning around and openly groaning. fuck.

“yeah, yeah. pack it up lover boy.” yoongi scoffed, before you walked over to give him a hug too.

jungkook spun again, meeting your gaze as you shyly reached over to hug him as per usual. he never let you get far, always closing the distance himself and wrapping his arms around you as he held you tightly.

“hm. you smell good.” he murmured next to your ear, leaving a shiver down your spine.

“is that it?” you cheekily asked, eyebrow raised.

he smirked wide and broad. “you look good. better than good.”

you grinned up at him before letting him go. he, however, let his arm rest loosely around your waist as you turned to the group, gushing with yejin about how good she looked. you tried to ignore how badly your heart was thumping, he was never this bold - sure he could be touchy but that was jungkook, he practically resided on namjoon’s lap. this felt different, but you couldn’t bare yourself to get your hopes up.

his eyes flickered downwards, observing you and wracking over your body. you looked better than ever, and it both excited and angered him. he knew he’d have to have his wits about him tonight, if a man even approached you, he was sure he’d combust.

“okay, drinks!” taehyung exclaimed over the music, clapping his hands.

you and yejin took a seat at the table whilst the boys filtered down to the bar, the loss of jungkook’s arm both palpable and healing to your racing brain.

your eyes travelled to across the club, where your boys stood, jungkook ignoring evident glances and women sauntering over to him. you couldn’t help the grimace.

“you’re too pretty to frown.” yejin cooed, moving your chin so you were facing her. “especially over a boy.”

you blushed. “wish he wasn’t so handsome, can’t believe everyone sees what i see.”

“ah,” she grinned wickedly. “funny. you’ve had guys trailing you and watching you from the second you walked in, and believe me, he’s not happy.”

your eyes widened at her comment, eyes flickering to jungkook again, who’s gaze was already on you. you broke the contact, embarrassed before turning to her properly.

“enough jungkook talk, what’s on the agenda tonight? what is yeji doing?” you asked, hands in hers.

“i’m not leaving empty handed.” she wiggled her eyebrows, causing a fit of laughter that remained as the boys came back, looking at you both inquisitively.

yoongi reached over to hand you your drink, to which you thanked him gently, sipping slowly.

you felt the seat beside you dip, focused on your conversation with the boy and girl beside you, until you felt a warm hand press against your bare thigh. yejin and yoongi continued, unaware, as your head turned to face the tatted boy beside you, who drank his drink as though this was the most casual thing he had ever done. the thump in his chest argued otherwise.

you were sure your cheeks were flaming red, and your thigh began to tremble beneath his touch. you wanted him to go higher whilst also let go, you were sure your brain would wither away soon with how hazy you felt.

“like your drink?” he asked, suddenly getting closer to you so you could hear him over the music.

“mm, fruity.” you nodded, eyes never leaving his.

he grinned. “hm.” his hand flexed on your thigh. “have i told you how good you look, tonight?”

“only once.” you guys were flirting. the little girl inside your body was screaming so loudly.

he tutted, shaking his head as his grip tightened. “my bad, baby. you look stunning.” he whispered intimately into your ear. “love this little dress, new hm? would have remembered if you’d worn it before.”

all you could do is nod, as he pulled away slightly from your ear, your faces much too close to be deemed appropriate. just a little closer, he thought, eyes flickering down to your lips. just a little curve to your head and he’d take care of your tiny pout, he was sure.

before you could continue, however. “y/nnie, come on.” jimin shouted, from across the booth as he got up, forcing you to yank away from jungkook with wide eyes and parted lips. your eyes looked up to the blonde haired boy, a smirk on his face. “time to dance.”

“jimin i’m not tipsy enough.” you groaned.

“take this shot.” namjoon pushed the drink over to you, yejin giggling beside you.

you picked it up, hands still shaky, and tipped it back, grimacing deeply whilst everyone laughed and whooped around you. you shook your head quickly, as to rid yourself of the taste, before he grabbed your arm, pulling you up from your seat and guiding you down. you grabbed yejin on the way, who waved excitedly at the rest of the boys, shouting something about actually having fun.

it wasn’t long until you guys were dancing away, giggling loudly and twirling with one another. jimin was the life of your group, whilst yejin was the soul - if you ever wanted to have fun, it had to involve the pair who only ever seeked out joy.

the alcohol was already rushing to your head, leaving you a tipsy mess. being the worlds biggest lightweight never helped when you wanted to get drunk because you knew in two drinks, you were completely finished, but it was always nice to get a buzz whilst you were out.

hobi and jin soon joined, with the former’s arms around you as you danced and sang together, fits of giggles being shared.

“i don’t think i’m going to survive tomorrow, my heads already so gone.” you shouted over at him, music thumping.

“yeah, me neither - your little boyfriend is about to kill me with his stare.” he giggled louder, throwing his head back.

your eyebrows furrowed before turning your head to the side, catching jungkook’s heavy gaze.

eyebrows furrowed and a dark expression on his face, you could see the clench of his jaw and it made your core whine. he was so pretty despite being evidently bothered. the thought, the idea, that he would be this way over hobi dancing with you sent a million electricity volts through your body, your eyes never leaving his.

“we spoil him too much, now we can’t even dance with you without him planning our murder.”

you broke eye contact, looking at hobi with an excited thrill. “i want him so bad.” you groaned quietly, head falling to his shoulder.

“believe me. you could have him.”

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the night was going strong, and you had slowed down with the drinks and paced yourself appropriately to match your friends. taehyung wanted to smoke outside, so you accompanied him.

you and jungkook had been playing a fine line all night, dancing around the tension, eye contact and fleeting touches but never anything more. it was driving you insane, you knew that maybe he wanted you in some way but if it wasn’t the way you wanted, then you couldn’t have him. you wouldn’t be able to move on and it wasn’t fair.

you both stood outside, taehyung taking out a cigarette whilst the wind nipped at your too warm skin, offering some calm to the night.

“fuck. forgot my lighter, i’ll be two seconds alright?” he groaned with a tip of his head making you nod, resting your head against the wall of the smoking shelter.

you watched him retreat, closing your eyes for a few moments before you heard a shuffling of feet behind you. your eyebrows furrowed, thinking nothing of it until a large hand gripped your hip, twirling you around to face them.

your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. why was he here? how could he be here? touching you so casually and without thought; hand bruising your hip with every passing second as he approached you with nothing but clear disrespect.

“missed me?” jaehyun, your ex, grinned down at you, lowering his head to meet your height.

your ex of two years, who had terrorised you to an inch of your life stood before you, hands on your body as though it was his every right. your relationship with him had been turbulent to say the least.

it had started once you decided you couldn’t see jungkook kissing another girl at a random party, you felt sick and you’d had enough, you were finally moving on from the schoolgirl crush you had on him. you met jaehyun and he was seemingly perfect at ridding you of jungkook’s lasting touch on your heart, until he suddenly wasn’t.

he’d get angry whenever you went out with your friends, despite knowing them and understanding the years long dynamic you all shared. the mere mention of namjoon, hoseok and jimin were enough to drive him into a rage that left you shaking all night, only for him to appear the next morning with flowers and empty promises that it would never happen again.

you’d once mentioned jungkook in a passing, harmless comment and had to nurse your face for the next two weeks as payment. he was violent regarding any man, but it was the bright eyed boy that set him off the most.

it only escalated, but by that point, you felt entirely trapped. it wasn’t until yejin had come over after months of silence on your part, and broke down at the sight of you. you’d never forget the way she wailed whilst examining the bruises on your arms and chest, holding you like a baby before packing your bags and taking you from your shared apartment with him.

you don’t remember what happened after that, it was traumatic and it had taken a year of therapy to even consider unpacking it properly. you remembered being sat with the boys, yejin holding you tight whilst they all promised to keep you safe. you’d spend a night at each of their homes in rotation for months and months, at the fear of night terrors and something worse.

the nights you’d stay with jungkook were the calmest, the scent of him imbedded deep into his home enough to lull you to sleep as he snored in the living room. your friends had supported you to an inch of your life, built up your confidence and protected you. you were no longer the meek girl jaehyun had forced you to be, you stood straight and you spoke clearly - but the sight of him; the feel of him, broke you out of it immediately.

“get off of me.” you shakily whispered, hand grabbing the hand on your hip and pushing it away with all your might, forcing yourself to step away. “you don’t get to touch me.”

his eyes darkened, the patronising grin falling from his face immediately. “you know, i thought i taught you better than that. made sure not to let you talk back, remember?”

his words made you flinch, clearly referring to the times he would plow a fist into you if you ever spoke up even remotely. you began inching backwards, throat bobbing and hands shaking.

“and that dress? so short, it’s like you’re begging for my attention. two years later and still acting like a slut, y/n?” his face contorted, as though even looking at you made him angry. “used to be such a good girl. used to fucking listen.”

“don’t speak to me. you’re..you’re not allowed to come near me.” you wheezed out as your hands shook and your stomach twisted, the horrible feeling of anxiety and fear beginning to take over you. yejin had helped you file a restraining order. he wasn’t allowed to do this to you.

“yeah? and who’s going to fucking stop me.” he growled, hand grabbing your arm tightly making you welp whilst his other pulled you forward to his chest. “fucking bitch. i’ll take you home, hm? teach you a lesson, teach you what you should have remembered.”

you couldn’t breathe. couldn’t think. eyes closing and body shaking. his hand began gripping your face tightly, spouting abuse at you as your brain completely slipped away, shutting yourself down as trauma gripped the edges like a vice.

suddenly, you felt his touch completely leave you, forcing you to open them up again to find jaehyun on the floor, jungkook pounding his fists into his face. you could see taehyung shouting something, namjoon pulling you away and hobi running back inside where the others remained, no doubt to bring them to you.

you couldn’t think, your brain disassociating as your body trembled, prints of jaehyun’s hands all over your body. were you crying? tears were streaming down your face and you weren’t even aware, trembling as namjoon took you to a quiet corner, worried beyond belief.

taehyung had rushed back to their table to get a lighter, when namjoon, hobi and himself agreed to step out too, needing a smoke and fresh air. within moments of being outside, his eyes had widened at the sight of your abusive ex attacking you. he’d never get used to the look of fear in your face that felt so constant years ago, but seeing it back was enough to make him see red.

he wasn’t thinking, grabbing the man and plowing his fists into his face, watching him fall back. he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, only doing so once both yoongi and jimin had managed to get him off, watching as jaehyun scurried away as fast as he could, despite bleeding heavily from his face.

turning around, seeing you sat with your eyes unmoving and tears streaming, he wanted to chase the fucker and do it again. his baby, his girl - how could he do this to you? how could he look at you and not see anything other than stars and moon?

“y/nnie, can you hear me?” he cooed as yejin sobbed beside you, holding you tightly. the boys were all a nervous wreck, yoongi shaking angrily and the others trying to regain your attention.

after a few moments, your eyes began to focus. you met jungkook’s gaze first, your gaze flickering over him in a momentary lapse of confusion. “he’s gone, y/n. jungkook took care of it.” taehyung sniffled, crouched beside you.

a moment of silence was shared between you, the sounds of both yejin and tae filtering the air as the others ran their hands through their hair nervously.

“promise?” you asked, voice breaking making the tatted boy almost whine in sadness. “promise you, he won’t bother you again.”

you simply nodded. you hadn’t noticed how hard you were crying, with tears ruining your perfectly applied makeup and your chest heaving in what could only be fear. “i’m sorry joonie, was supposed to be your night.” you choked out.

the taller boy tutted over at you, pressing a kiss to your head. “don’t be silly, y/nnie.” he shook his head. “jungkook, why don’t you take her home? stay with her, yeah? think she’ll feel the best with you there.”

you hardly registered what was happening, feeling jungkook’s hands taking hold of yours as he helped you up. everyone took turns holding you for a second or two, ensuring personally that you were okay. yejin pressed kisses to your cheek through her own tears, promising you that you were safe and that nothing else would happen before crying further into jin’s chest. jungkook watched, almost helplessly as he waited for the uber to arrive, yoongi patting him on the back. it wasn’t long until he received the notification on his phone.

he looked at you now, as you sniffled and walked back over to him, his arms wrapping around you protectively as you all bid your goodbyes. you slid into the uber first, his arms cradling you as you shuffled into his shoulder, breathing in the same familiar scent that would soothe you.

after a while of silence, your eyebrows furrowed, taking in your surroundings. “this isn’t the way to my house.”

he looked down at you, your little hand on his. he pondered before holding it up to his mouth, pressing a little kiss to your fingers. “i know baby. taking you to mine.”

your heart was thumping again, watching him as he caressed your hands, kissing each fingertip so gently you wondered if he was kissing them at all. an act so intimate you wondered what it meant.

it wasn’t long until you arrived, mourning the loss of warmth jungkook’s body provided as he pulled you out gently, taking you inside.

you’d been here a million times before but you never tired of how warm it felt, how much it resembled each bit of him. you pulled off your heels, your height dropping significantly before shuffling to the bathroom, intent on taking your makeup off immediately.

the joys of having two skincare obsessed women in the group meant yejin and yourself kept these boys stocked, considering sleepovers were a norm. jungkook let you take your time, no words exchanged as he grabbed you a t shirt from his wardrobe, knowing how much you liked sleeping in them.

“kookie, can i shower?” you asked, quietly as you peeked your head out the bathroom.

“course you can, i got you the rose body wash that you like the other day too.” he grinned over at you, hands roaming his hair. he handed over the oversized tee you loved so much, heart skipping a beat as you gave him a soft smile. “you’re the best.” you muttered back, hearing a little chuckle from him.

you watched as he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets before closing the door, your eyes screwed shut for a moment. so much had happened tonight, from feeling utterly helpless one second to so safe and warm in jungkook’s presence.

you showered relatively quickly, wanting no more than to sink into the plush mattress of his bed. “you hungry?” he asked once you came out, having showered himself in his other bathroom, dressed in a similar t shirt and plaid bottoms. he looked so cute.

“no, i’m okay.” he looked over with a small double take, drinking you in, soft skin and barely hidden legs. god, you drove him insane.

he nodded. “okay, wanna head to bed? it’s been a long night for you.” you shuffled in your spot before nodding.

he’d usually sleep on his couch whenever you were round, considering it was quite large and comfortable - of course, he didn’t want to intrude either. he had too much respect for you to ever think about imposing.

“will you..will you stay with me? tonight?” you whispered quietly, looking down as you asked.

he didn’t reply, simply began walking over to you and gently taking your hands in his, littering your smaller fingers with kisses like he did in the uber. your breath hitched as you met his gaze, watching as he nodded before leading you over to his bedroom, hand clasped over yours.

you let yourself be pulled by him, watching as he rounded the bed, knowing you preferred the side closest to the window, before getting in; watching you do the same. you both snuggled into the warmth of his covers, a groan leaving your lips.

he turned to look at you, as you did the same. he couldn’t handle how cute you looked, fresh faced and cuddled into his pillow. he wanted to protect you forever, have you sheltered from anything that didn’t wish even a semblance of joy.

“i’m sorry you got hurt, kookie.” you whispered, the little pout he loved so much forming. “i had no idea he was there and i just froze..i don’t know.”

he cooed at you, inching closer before slowly pulling you in by your waist so the space between you had disappeared. your hands moved to his chest without thinking, the urge coming naturally.

“don’t apologise, y/n. should have killed him for how he was speaking to you, i’m so sorry he did that.” his eyes shut tightly for a second, as though the memory pained him. “he’ll get what’s coming to him, i’ll make sure of it.”

you looked away, eyes falling to his neck and the rise and fall of his chest. “how do you feel?” he asked.

his hands moved to cup your face. you were both inching closer and closer without even realising it. “scared, honestly. i’ve been doing so good and now he’s reappeared.” you all but whimpered. “just wanna forget.”

“yeah?” he whispered, lifting your chin again to look at him, his forehead gently pressing against yours. “want me to help you forget, pretty girl?”

“please.” you nodded slowly, your eyes flickering to his lips whilst he did the same, the two of you dancing around the tension but tonight was enough.

he looked between your lips and eyes once more, before brushing his nose against yours. you tilted upwards before you felt a faint brush of his lips.

he pulled away, only slightly, looking at the way your eyes fluttered close, all resolve fluttering away from him before he properly pressed his lips to yours again.

kissing jungkook felt like coming home. consisting of passion and years of yearning, feeling like it had finally come to an end. all compiled into this single moment.

you pulled him closer, mouths interlocking as you shared a sweet embrace, his arms wrapping around your entire body before you began pulling away. the kiss was only brief, but its impact left you reeling.

“fuck.” he whispered. your eyes remained shut for a moment longer, opening them up to find a look of hope pulling at his fingers. “i’m going to kiss you again, okay y/n? but before i do that, we need to talk.”

you nodded, eyes focused on his lips before meeting his gaze. “okay. you go first.”

he nervously laughed, sitting up slightly and giving him a moment to get his bearings. he opened his mouth a few times, before closing it, unsure of where to start. “sorry, just hard you know? telling the girl you’re in love with that..you’re in love with her.” he rambled, scratching the back of his neck.

you could have sworn that the earth stopped spinning. you looked up at him, sitting up a little too fast, causing him to stop his rambled muttering before raising his eyebrows.

“what did you just say?” you all but whispered, eyes wide.

his mouth was gaping now, confusion littered on his face as though to question what had he actually said. once it dawned on him, his eyes matched the size of yours.

“oh…i mean i guess i said it. i..i get it if you don’t feel the same, i don’t want you to feel like you have to return the same feelings, you know?” he began again, this time much faster, the two of you completely sat up in bed. “but like can you blame me? loved you second i met you, y’know? always wanted to tell you but just get so shy around you, and you’re so pretty makes my brain shut down..”

whatever you had done in a past life, god bless. you were sure you would thank every god and every goddess for this very moment, your hands shaking as you grabbed his face, yanking it towards you and pressing your lips to his.

jungkook’s breath faltered for a second before realising what was happening. he wrapped his hands over your hips, careful not to touch the bruised skin your ex had caused, pulling you onto his lap immediately.

this kiss was unlike the other. though it shared the same passion and tension, this felt like a promise and declaration of love - a certainty that had waited to be confirmed for what felt like eons.

your mouths moved in unison, your fingers gripping into his hair as he brought you closer. he groaned into your mouth, your tongues moving together whilst you both pushed and pulled, yearning for more whilst every emotion ran through you. the feel of his piercing against your mouth felt cool; an odd feeling at first touch but quickly becoming something your brain felt addicted to.

he pulled away slowly for breath, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenching as he looked directly at you, nudging his nose with yours. “is that your way of telling me you like me?”

“i love you, you idiot.” you whispered back at him, the both of you resorting to pecks. “loved you for so long, can’t believe you haven’t told me until day.” he grinned at this, nudging your nose once more.

“yeah, you didn’t either.”

you rolled your eyes, playing with his hair from behind. “does this mean we can kiss all the time?” you asked, pecking him whilst excitedly bouncing in his lap.

he groaned loudly, hands flying to grab your waist carefully as you smothered his faces in excited kisses. “yeah, won’t ever keep my hands off of you again.”

jungkook, although elated, was fighting the demons that were currently erupting through his chest. you, in no more than his shirt and your underwear, bouncing in his lap, conveniently over his crotch where he was already fighting his growing hard on.

“fuck, y/n.” he groaned again, holding you down a little firmer, unaware that the action was now directly pushing your own core directly to his crotch. you let out a little noise, half moan half whimper; eyes connecting.

neither of you dared to move. the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable, especially after the night you had which is shy he began to pull you up, to rest you on your side of the bed again.

only, you placed your hands on his shoulders, pressing your core against his bulge firmly before rolling your hips experimentally. you couldn’t help the moan that left you, a noise leaving his lips that rivalled it.

“still…still wanna forget kookie, you’ll do that for me?” you asked, unable to stop your hips from moving in circles, not when it felt so good.

he nodded, as though in a trance, guiding your hips as he shuddered against you. “don’t want you to feel like i’m taking advantage, baby, you’ve had such a long night.” he whispered, though your actions never faltered.

sweet, sweet boy. you couldn’t believe this was happening, the man of your dreams, both your heart and brain no longer at odds but instead connected finally in matrimony. “wanted you for so long.” you breathed out with a shake of your head.

this was beyond anything he could imagine. with direct confirmation from you, he captured your lips once more, hands planted firmly on your waist as he dragged you up and down his clothed cock. you shared moans, quiet and unsure at first before you found yourself matching his movement, the two of you closer than ever in a way you had Both only dreamt of.

“fuck. we have to stop, or i’ll cum.” jungkook whined as he pulled away from your lips, arms entirely wrapping around your body as if to stop you, closing his eyes tightly. “and i plan to impress you, so..”

you panted, with both a slight nod and slight giggle before whimpering at the loss of pleasure. this only lasted a few more seconds before suddenly, you found yourself flipped, a squeal leaving you. jungkook hovered over you, peeling his shirt from his body before swooping down to catch your lips again.

you couldn’t help your wandering hands, fingers twitching over his naked chest. you had seen him shirtless before, notably when you had all gone to the beach, but the memory was seared into the crevice of your mind. feeling his skin so intimately was completely different.

your lips moved in unison before he broke away, whining at his own action as he pulled his t-shirt you wore. he looked at you for approval, to which you nodded before he pulled it up over your head.

jungkook groaned, loudly. the sight of your bare breasts were enough for him to go clinically insane, but the way you were looking up at him, eyes big and lips bruised. you would be the end of him.

“fuck, look at you. so pretty.” he reached for one of your breasts, listening to the quickening of your breath as he wrapped his mouth around one. biting, teasing and licking, he proceeded to leave honeyed marks on your skin, whilst your moans and squeaks egged him on.

he moved to your other, making sure to physically leave his claim over them with hickeys adorning your body. “need you, kook.” you whined, impatient.

the side of his mouth flickered up at the sound of your impatience, and as much as he wanted to ruin you immediately, he had waited too long for this to just end up rushing.

“need to prep you first, hm? gonna be patient for me?” he cooed as his hands continued cupping your breasts. you nodded, eagerly, hands locking into his hair as he gave them one last kiss before easing down your body, trailing kisses from your stomach to your hips. he kissed over the bruised skin jaehyun had caused, making your heart clench for a moment.

the boy you loved, with wild eyes and bruised lips, searing love into every crevice of skin he could reach, ridding you of the pain that disgusting man had placed on you. he was freeing you with every touch, with every promise hidden behind passionate touches, you felt so safe.

he parted your legs, eyes flickering up to meet yours. he grabbed the hem of your underwear, sliding it down so that he was met with your core, a noise of pure defeat leaving him at the sight of you. wet and clenching for him, yearning for his touch just as much as he yearned to taste you. “all for me, baby?”

you nodded, as he parted your legs further despite how suddenly shy you felt. he dipped his head, planting a chaste kiss to your clit, watching as your body jolted. with a smirk, he dove in.

he couldn’t help the noises that were leaving him as he sucked and licked, intoxicated by your taste. “taste so good, y/n.” he’d moan in between your legs. “could die here.” he’d add. “addicted to you.” he’d all but growl.

you couldn’t help the moans, you’d never felt like this before. sure you’d been eaten out before, but never by a man who acted like this was his last starving meal. jungkook hoisted your legs wider, as your hips lifted, your hands tight against his scalp.

“need to stretch you, fuck. need to make sure i fit, hm?” he teased, eyes connecting with yours as one of his tatted fingers teased your entrance whilst sucking on your clit. you hated the thought of any woman before you in his life, but you thanked every higher power above that he knew what he was doing, feeling your high in your stomach already.

he instered a finger, pumping at a pace that had your toes curling. the whines that were leaving you made him dizzy, he wanted more. it wasn’t long before he inserted another, beginning to thrust them in unison whilst you chanted his name.

he groaned at the sight of you lifting your hips, desperate to reach your high. he had no idea he was grinding into the bed, chasing a high of his own as he watched you quiver and moan. “so tight, y/n, can’t wait to feel you on my cock. hm? won’t be able to think once you’re being fucked right, baby.”

you nodded, head empty and hands shaking. “w-want it, kookie, want it so bad.”

his fingers quickened, getting rougher and going harder as he sucked on your clit. he could feel you getting restless, knew you were on the edge from the way you were pushing his head closer without even realising. he could feel his sick obsession in his brain growing rapidly knowing you wanted him just as much, it felt like nothing else mattered than making you good.

“jungkook.” you let out a high pitched squeal, feeling your high rapidly approaching before your legs began to shake, and hips began to raise. your high ran through you like a shot of electricity, as your moans grew higher, his fingers pumped faster and his hand pressed down onto your stomach, forcing you to feel every inch of your orgasm.

he parted from you after you began quivering from overstimulation, plopping his fingers into his mouth to memorise your addicting taste. he hovered over you once more, the tent in his bottoms too large for you to ignore.

“i hate that you’re so good at that.” you panted, unable to meet his eyes as your focused on his bulge. he smirked, watching you, placing your smaller hand onto it so you could feel him fully. “i’m all yours now baby. gonna eat you out every chance you give me.”

your eyes met, a shared grin forming between you both before you pulled him in sharply for a kiss. hot and heavy, you could taste yourself on him which drove you insane - you reached for his pyjama bottoms, pushing them down almost desperately.

parting from him, with hooded eyes, you looked down at his cock. so big and thick, prettier than any you’d ever seen before you let out the cutest moan. he swore he could die happy. “how are you this perfect, and you have a pretty dick?”

“are you trying to inflate my ego? it’s working. i’ll get that tatted on my chest, don’t play.”

you giggled up at him before pumping him, both hands moving up and down as you sighed. “want you inside me, kookie.” you peered up. “don’t make me wait anymore.”

he pressed one last kiss to you, groaning at the feel of your hands around his already sensitive member. he parted your legs, one peek at your messy core enough to drive him insane before he began rubbing the head over you.

“don’t think you’ll fit.” you whimpered, the feel of him all encompassing.

“i’ll make it fit, was born for you baby.” jungkook promised, as he began pushing his cock in, your core instantly clenching around him. he began slowly, until he was fully inside, pelvis to pelvis, eyes fluttering shut.

you’d never felt so full in your life, the stretch both delicious and overwhelming. your fingers clawed at his large biceps, whimpers and quivers filling in the air as he held you tightly, whispering sweet nothings about how good you were for him, how incredible you felt. once you gave him the green light, he began thrusting.

he couldn’t believe this is what he was missing out on. he couldn’t believe how tightly and warmly you felt around him, felt like he was finally coming home.

his hips snapped against yours slowly, letting you feel every inch as your moans got louder and louder. “faster, kook.” you begged, though you knew you never had to, he’d give you the world.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he chanted, his pace changing as he began to thrust faster per your request, pressing his head against yours. “feel so good, my y/n, my girl.”

you clenched around him over his words making him airily chuckle, thrusting harder at that. “yeah, like that? like me calling you my girl?”

“yeah, wanna be yours jungkook.” you whimpered back, legs reaching up to wrap around his waist as he began to thrust deeper.

the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air and he knew his neighbours would be furious tomorrow, but could hardly begin to care. “you are, hm? was always my girl, you’re all mine and i’m all yours.” he promised, biceps flexing beside your face. “won’t ever let you go.”

you mewled loudly, hands finding home in his hair as you pulled against the strands. “feel so full.”

“yeah? pussy loves it baby, loves taking it.” he growled back, head hiding in your neck, leaving hickeys.

you could already feel your high approaching, but you couldn’t bare for this to end yet, lightly pushing his chest. he immediately pulled himself up and stopped thrusting, looking down at you with furrowed eyes. “wanna ride you.” you whimpered to which he threw his head back in what could only be a pathetic groan.

“you’re going to kill me, y/n.”

soon, your positions had changed and you were slipping him back inside, the two of you moaning loudly at the feel of one another in such a deeply intimate way. he felt so much bigger like this, and the feeling of fullness for you and your heat for him were enough to drive you mad.

he watched as you began to bounce, body contorting at the feeling of pleasure running through you. this was the hottest sight he had ever seen, your hands pressed against his chest to stabilise yourself.

“fuck yourself on my cock, that’s it.” he cooed, hands grabbing onto your ass before landing a harsh spank, to which you mewled and rode faster. you had no idea to what extent you were driving him crazy.

he watched as you rose, hands now held behind yourself as you practically used him to get off. the sight was severed into his brain forever, with his fingers rubbing your clit to bring you closer to your high. “already so close, feels too good.” you moaned.

music to his ears, jungkook thought. you were getting tighter and tighter, no doubt nearing your second high but he couldn’t bring himself to lay back anymore. he grabbed your ass again, before bouncing you up and down himself, your moans getting expeditiously louder.

“jungkook!” you squealed, feeling his cock fuck you in a way no one had ever managed to. you were addicted, you had no idea how you were ever suppose to live again after this, after experiencing heaven.

“fuck baby, can feel you getting close hm? wanna cum with me, wanna cum on my cock?” he cooed at you, switching your positions again. you were now on your side, one leg on his shoulder whilst he hovered over you, pounding roughly whilst rubbing your clit.

you chanted yes over and over, his free hand holding your own as he could feel his own high approaching. with the final rub to your clit, your breath stitched as your orgasm rushed through every inch of you, shaking your body beneath him.

the sight alone was enough to bring him to his own high, giving you one last sloppy thrust before cumming, his fingers on your clit not letting up as he chased you through your high, your moans twisting into one another.

his fingers fell, alongside your leg on his shoulder leaving you both a shuddering mess. he immediately found home, his forehead touching yours whilst your breaths mingled, panting at one another.

you spent a few minutes just like that, getting your bearings before he slowly pulled out, groaning at the sight of his cum trailing out of you.

“you okay, did i go too hard?” he cooed at you, his hands reaching for your face as he planted sweet kisses over your cheeks.

“felt so good, kookie. felt perfect.” you whispered back, wrapping your arms around his neck immediately, pulling him down to properly meet you beside him.

he could hardly believe it. the love of his life, cuddling into him after a session of pure passion and lust. he was addicted to you; sure that no other drug would be as potent as you. completely ruined from the inside out.

you both stayed silent for a while, simply caressing and kissing each other. it felt so pure, so right that you felt ashamed knowing you hadn’t told him your feelings earlier. you had long forgotten everything that happened that night, your brain totally encompassed by the thought of him.

“i’m never going to live down the fact i should have confessed to you earlier.” he frowned at you. “we wasted so much time.”

to this, you giggled, holding him close. “we were idiots, but i guess this means we have to make up for it, right?”

jungkook grinned widely at your words, taking your hand in his and lightly kissing your fingertips. “firstly,” he began, sitting up slightly so that you could look at him properly. “i love you, love you so much i can’t breathe when i look at you.”

you took him in, a bashful smile forming. “secondly, know i didn’t properly ask but this makes you my girlfriend, right?” he asked, smiling wider as he watched you nod excitedly with a squeak. “not for long though, i’ll put a pretty ring on that finger in no time.”

your mouth fell open at his words, eyes widening. “jungkook, you can’t say that!” you giggled, evidently very giddy at his words. say more, your heart screamed.

“please, i’ve learnt my lesson y/n. not wasting any more time.” he teased back, the two of you embracing and sharing a sweet kiss.

this was everything you both had wanted and more, spending the rest of the night talking, embracing and perhaps dabbling in other pleasurable activities. soon, you both fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. home, at last.

——

“you owe me like 50.” namjoon grinned widely at jimin.

the group had walked into jungkook’s apartment, each bringing breakfast assortments and flowers for you to make sure you were alright. they had been so worried last night that they’d gone straight home, each of them unsure of what to do but all understanding that the safest place for you to be was with jungkook.

when jin had seen yoongi and examined the redness of his knuckles, he couldn’t help but grin, knowing full well the boy had probably paid jaehyun a little visit sometime in the night. neither party said anything, but an understanding was shared. you were the youngest of the group, and of course, they were incredibly protective.

what they didn’t, expect, however was to see you cuddled up in jungkook’s arms, the two of you snoring away, evidently naked considering the duvet was hardly doing anything for modesty. upon sight of this, they all silently cheered, filtering out into the living room.

“no way, you ALL owe me 80, i said they’d fuck, you guys just said they’d confess.” yejin chimed in with a grumble, prodding a figure into the taller man’s chest.

hobi couldn’t help his giggles as he began unpacking breakfast. “whatever, can we all just be glad that this ordeal is finally over?”

taehyung nodded. “no more y/n pining.”

“no more jungkook whining.” jin added.

“no more will they, won’t they.” namjoon grinned, grabbing a seat at jungkook’s kitchen table.

“no more does she lo-“ yejin began, before shutting her mouth immediately. all eyes furrowed, including hers, straining their ears to hear the sudden noises forming in the bedroom as their heads snapped, looking over.

a moan filtered out into the air to which everyone groaned, realising what had instead replaced it. “pack it up, lovebirds.” jin shouted loudly. “breakfast on the table in 5, i expect you out and showered.”

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