#y’all got some weird kink problem

[justarandomsanenobody]

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again

At first I enjoyed seeing content and fics and all that stuff on Tumblr and Ao3, but now I just hate it. There’s rarely a fic that actually seems canon or a post that actually talks about the show. most things I come across here now, is all these oc’s and everyone completely turn anyone into a babyish personality. But the worst is Eclipse. Everyone’s been painting Eclipse as the one suffering who’s traumatized and needs help. Ew. That ain’t Sun and Moon show. That’s you completely butchering everyone’s personality. Eclipse is the main Villian of the show, the whole reason everything bad happens. I don’t wanna see you age regressing him, shipping him, victimizing him, making him a traumatized guy and making him FUCKING PREGNANT. That isn’t Eclipse from SAMS, get that through your fucking heads if you’re gonna do stuff like that, make your own damn tag and stop completely crowding the Sun and Moon show tag. because that isn’t Sun and Moon show. All you got are characters who’s personality’s are completely inaccurate to how they act in the show. I came here for SAMS related stuff like art and theories and even jokes. Not all this junk where I’m scrolling for ages burning my eyes will all the disgusting stuff I don’t want to see. just to find something accurate. Idgaf if all your stuff is an AU. You can do that, in your own tag TL;DR: People are completely butchering the SAMS cast and still calling it SAMS and need to get their own tag instead of this one.

[zoro-chwaan]

I’m not dead y’all!! And I haven’t lost motivation to write either!! I have like a handful of ideas to write, but don’t any to write them except for late at nights :(

Anyways enjoy this for now and I’ll write some more later!!

Fems! Dni!!

Word count: 0.9k (not a lot :( )

Content warning: bleeding kink (?), biting kink, rough sex, implied multiple rounds, overstimulation, in heat (oc, not reader)

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Smutty thoughts

Vampire boyfriend who is centuries years older than you, but looks around your age! You met him at a coffee shop. He was the barista who was making your coffee. You thought he was cute so you did the bold move and asked for his number.. to which your surprise, he did?!

He giggled at your expression and told you that you were adorable. You, of course, blushed and thanked him. After that encounter, you’d text each other for the next few days till he asked you on a day (which you said yes of course). Which leads you to where your relationship stands now with you on the couch of his home while he’s at work.

You were reading a book that a friend of yours recommended, it was about a detective trying to solve a case where deaths appear with the mansion, but with each trail, they all seem to run cold. You were about to turn the next page until the door opened. It was your boyfriend!! And he looked drained? Which was weird since a couple nights ago you gave him some of your blood.

You walked up to him and hugged him. You asked how his day was and he just replied with a hum. He gave you a slight hug then made his way to your shared bedroom. That’s strange.. but you didn’t bother to push him and gave him his space. He’d always do that with you when you needed like after a tiresome day.

You went to sit back down (more like lie down) and picked up your book to continue reading. After about a half an hour you closed your book to check up on him. You could keep your attention on the book when he’s got you that worried. You got up and made your way towards the bedroom. You heard noises coming from inside, but you didn’t fully opened the door. But you did take a peek at what was going on.

And there he was, fucking his dick into his fist while moaning out your name. Seeing that made you wet and bothered, which the scent caught the attention of a certain someone. “Come on, baby. If you’re that wet from just the view, then why don’t you get a taste.” He said seductively, that lured you in.

You went inside the room and closed the door behind, but you were embarrassed to go any farther away from the door. “Awe, don’t tell me you’re shy now? Weren’t you just peaking?” He says as he removed his hand from his cock, as he sat up straight.

“Come here and help me out, yeah? You wanna help me out?” You nod your head and make your way to the bed. Once you got there, you were immediately pinned down (but weren’t you just standing like two seconds ago??). “See I have a bit of a problem here, baby, that only you can fix.. do you think you can be of use to me for a couple of days?” You looked up at him to see his face beat red. His eyes were red too..

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Ahh.. that’s right.. your boyfriend warned you about this when he told you about his secret.. vampires like him tend to go into heat once every two or three years and that they last for a week.. no wonder he was acting distant..

Though you couldn’t really think at the moment as he bites onto your shoulder once more, blood seeping out as you moan in pain and pleasure.

He continues his heavy thrusts into you as your face lays was pushed into the pillows. You couldn’t help but moan louder as he plays with your buds making you push into him. He groans from that and grabs a hold of your waist. He lifts your hips up to where your back is fully arched, he then pounds deep within you as he hits that sweet spot.

You were so thankful that you were faced down as tears came down like a faucet. He then pulled out and turned you around. He picked you up and placed your upper half off of the bed while your lower half was grabbed tightly by him. He shoved himself back into your cunt as you screamed. His thrust becoming inhumane as one of your hands grabbed ahold of the bed while the other on the floor to make sure you don’t fall.

He hums and holds your hips still, he looked down you as you tried to look up but you couldn’t out embarrassment. That seemed to get him going as he continued where he left off which made you cum from the nth time that night. And he didn’t come once!! Not fair!! :(

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

He had you against the wall this round. Face mushed up against the wall as he slammed right into you. You couldn’t handle it anymore and started blabbering about who knows what. He chuckled and got close to your ear, “You’re just a good little toy. Allowing me to use you how I see fit. Such a perfect little cocksleeve for me.” He thrusts in you a couple more times and cums. Finally.

He lays you down on the bed as he goes to the bathroom and fixes up a bath for you. He then returns back and picks up and walks over to the bathroom. He places you down gently and helps you bathe.

“Thank you again for helping me out with that, but I hope you’re not too busy this entire week cause I got a week off from work.” With that, you faint. Lord give you the strength to survive, cause you need it.

[silvershiningtarot]

💋🫦👄18+ PAC What Role You’re Playing in Your FS Daydream? (Secret Fantasy Of Them🫦👄👅)

🧚🏾‍♀️Take A moment look at the piles you feel drawn to. Inhale and Exhale breathe and relax. Comment and Reblog the post and Tell me what pile you like.. ENJOY MY LOVELY 🥰. Remember this is a general reading.

Pile 1: Off the back, I know what type of role you are playing in your husband's daydream. You are the switcher in your husband's fantasy kinks I see. Oh my goodness. I hear their sexual message to you right now. So if some of you are a switcher or should I say submissive then awesome either way. I hope that you play a big ass role in their fantasy dreamland. Oh my goodness! 🤤🤤I can heard them dirty talking. So I can see them lifting you up in the kitchen, just deeply kissing 😽 hard. Like naked in the kitchen, maybe you see them cooking breakfast or dinner in the kitchen naked with nobody else in the house just y’all two. You walk up behind them and start to touch their chest and kiss their neck and I can see that you are the woman of their dreams. Woah 🤯 especially in their daydreams 😶‍🌫️ oh my god, they are completely obsessed with you. So yes they are possessive of you. I hear that when people disturb them, they snap at their friends. So I don’t blame them because they fucking wanna fuck you so hard and you make horny, even when they eating a bowl of cereal you make their dick stand up hard!!. I can see that they love that sexy ass voice. I heard a siren woman that’s what they see of you. Just luring them into you. Ooooohhhhhhhh!! OMFG 🤬 YESSS!! You're like a Dom-Mommy to them. So I see that you would spoil them, for some of you I see that you would be submissive to your FS daydream, I think that is what they would do. They would want to take it nice and slow with you. I’m getting very Simp vibes with your husband! But in a good way, I told you that they don’t like to be disturbed when they fantasize about you. You are their sexy little pixie to them. I was right!! Hahaha 🤣!! You don’t mind being a switcher! They can be the dominant one sometimes and you can be the submissive one for a few of you. I don’t see that you guys have a problem with it. But for some of you I see you being submissive to your husband which is fucking incredible. I’m submissive myself. You have Ultimate love and lust, so you balance it out in your husband's fantasy. Even with your fantasy as well. It's like a straight up balance between you and them. Ooohh!! Watch out ladies, your husband has breeding kinks!!! So they love getting you pregnant. It’s like seeing you pregnant in their daydream turns me on! I can see them seeing you pregnant like four or five times!! I heard them say “I don’t care if I’m a old dad, I love getting you pregnant.” So in my opinion I say get it get it get it!!! Oh yess! They would want you sit on their face, tasting that delicious kitty 🐱 of yours makes them weak. I told you I’m feeling that big ass Simp vibes, especially sexually you got on a leash!! They don’t care what you do to them. For some of you but a lot of you they don’t care what you do to them. But for some of you oh yeah they want to teabags your fucking face!! Get ready suck on those balls even if just a fantasy that’s exactly what they want you to do. I can that for some of you being their submissive hahaha 🤣I was right. Don’t get me wrong 😑 for a lot of you, I do see you being their Dom-Mommy! So get it.

“Let me clear my throat before I tell you what’s been going through my mind. I feel like we have a telepathic connection, you don’t mind me being freaky with you right now. So don’t tell anyone about this please. My friends think I'm weird because I tell them the things I would like someone to do to me in the bedroom, even my ex made fun of me. Baby I would love getting you fucking pregnant 🤰🏾 that’s my secret fantasy getting you pregnant. Yes I got a breeding kink. I don’t give a fuck how old I am or you may think I’m older than you but baby I don’t care I’m ready to get down and dirty with you. Will you be my mommy, I’ll be your puppy and follow wherever you go. Are you ovulating yet? I want you sloppy toppy me, so why don’t you pull down your thongs, let me eat your pussy, I can taste your juice on my lips. Your juice becomes my taste buds.. it can’t never go away nor do I want it to. I’m horny for you, Can I tell you another secret? I want you to dominate me. Can you please. I’m obsessed 😍 with you, the moment I saw you I’ve been non stop thinking about you heavily. I fucking crave for you heavily. So baby you play a sexy ass role in my daydreams. What do you do to me? Are you a siren or a fucking alien? Your eyes just pull me into your stomach. I want you bite me so fucking hard! Deeply. I want to feel your teeth in my skin. Baby I can see us having Twins together, Fucking TWINS!! Doesn’t matter what gender they are because we are having twins then baby let’s get it. I’m ready to get you pregnant. How many months are you yet? I can see that you wanna have a water birth with our kids together. But again I’ll keep that little secret. I’m addicted to you!! I’m ready to pull you out of my dreams, just fucking grab you and kiss you 😘 up and down all around. I’m fucking simping for you. Are you mad at me? Because I’m simp for you, my friends would think I’m a bitch for you, why the fuck should I care right! I ain’t fucking them Yuck 🤢. Anyways! Let me take your virginity, I wanna teabag your face. I want you to sit on my face, Do you feel hot? I know I do. Holy fuck I’m ready to bang you out!! I want your hands to touch my beard, where can we meet up? I’ll be your slut tonight. So be my slutty kitty 🐈‍⬛ meow 😻. I have slut kinks, I want you to put a dog leash on me. Spank me baby. Do it! I daydream about you doing all those things to me. Remember this is our little secret between you and me. I want you to keep your legs shaking for me, am I hitting your G spot already Momma!, what name should I give you? Write it down for me. So creamy you taste 👅. So you getting all wet for me and I can’t get you pregnant? Huh 🤔 too late babe! You already got me now! Whipped cream, spread it on your legs so I lick it off you. Do you do music? I’m hearing that song in my head Drip 💧 is that your song, if it is then baby, ready for your juice to drip in my mouth 👄 it’s all wet and prepared for you. Give me some of those nutrients.”

Pile 2: I can see that you being their Dom, you being their submissive one, they would love that. When I see the Three of cups and Seven of cups. I think that they daydream about you having sex with them outside. I mean outside sex with them. I can probably into BDSM, maybe they are or aren’t. But I can see you submitting to them in their fantasy. You being their daddy’s little girl. Oh my god I can see that shit turns them on. I heard them being annoyed too. No offense to the mothers out there but when they mother be bothering your husband, especially when they daydream about you, they get annoyed 😑 like they snap at their mother. Not because they are doing it on purpose, it is because they are daydreaming about you, it seems like to you, you make their day. So they don’t mean to curse out their mom, it's just when they are in the moment thinking about you, they don’t want to forget you. If that makes sense. I do see that they would love fucking you outside. Maybe in a garden 🪴 I’m seeing. Just have a sheet outside in a garden and start kissing you, rubbing your breast and finger playing your pussy. Yummy 🤤. So they are a freak for you. I can see that they are addicted to you, so you play a role as someone who’s very addicting to them. You are like a drug to them. I can see that in the rising time they daydream about you outside in a garden fucking you. All the dirt on your skin, just makes them fucking turn on. I hope that they’ll love seeing you naked all the time in the bedroom. I heard creeping. So not creeping in a bad way but just sneaking up on the bed and just kissing you and touching you hard. I heard finger-playing, so this pile it’s a little similar to pile 1. Maybe you guys should check it out. I was right! They’ll be addicted to you even now they are addicted to you no matter what. I can see that they’ll take their sweet ass time with you. Again they are into BDSM them being your Dom-Daddy so they are the Dom one!! You are the submissive one or it can be vice versa for some of you but most of you this is your Dom-daddy. They would want to do it all Rising and night!! So Woah 🤯. They’ll used protection with you. The biggest role you’ll be playing in their daydream fantasy is that you are their submissive partner. Let them have fun with you, while you sit back and enjoy yourself. Oh I can hear a sexy message from them. Oh my god 😱😱😱😱. Salute 🫡 to your husband. They’ll be very patient with you because maybe you are Virgin for some of you if you are. But most of you probably have a fear of intimacy that’s okay. Your husband will be patient with you, in their fantasy they are patient with you. I was right!! Sex outdoors. Oh my god I told you! Some of you might lose your virginity outdoors or your first intimacy again with them outside.

“I’m addicted to you, like I’m fucking simp for you baby. I don’t care what that shit makes me sound like but I am. I wish I can tell you all things. I wanna do it to you in person, because you make me feel very happy, I want you to lose your virginity to me, don’t lose it to nobody else but me. I’m your daddy and you should do what daddy said to do. I’ll be patient with you, whenever you're ready I’m ready to take off on you. This is your daddy speaking to you. Listen to me, look into my eyes. I wanna tell you a little secret, but promise me you won’t be mad at me. So I put a spell on you. Are you mad? Please don’t be mad 😠. Tell me where we can meet up and have passionate sex. We can go to a hotel suite. Besides paying for a hotel, let’s sneak into a hotel baby. Don’t fucking touch me, sit that fucking ass down. I’ll whip your ass if you move. Do you like getting choked out? I love it when your eyes roll back up. I wanna fuck you so hard until you lose out of breath. I’m a switcher. I don’t mind you dominating me baby, tell daddy what you want to do I’ll do it. You wanna bring other girls in the bedroom? Do you want me all to yourself? Daddy ain’t leaving no matter what. Can’t push me away. I want you to bite me, put your teeth marks on me. I wanna fuck you so hard!! The way you make love to me, you’re my everything. Your my fucking slut! Do as I say now. Don’t make me repeat myself. I fantasized about you putting that collar on. My little pet! I’ve been dreaming about this day. Are you ready? Or do you want me to wait till you get home to me?. I love it when your toes curls up, that means I’m doing a good job. We have a playful sex, while we making each other laugh. I love being goofy with you. I want to tied you up with anything a rope, handcuff, strings, and even a fucking wire I’ll tied you up with. I love seeing you in lingerie. I love your fucking breast, I don’t care if they are small. I’ll kiss them all.”

Pile 3: I can see that you are the dominant one! They love how you play hard to get!! Because I can see them just trying to get your attention and you just ignore them. Like whatever fuck you! Haha 😂 that shit just turns them on. Even if you are mad at them for real they’ll have rough sex with you. I can see that they’ll love having sex with you indoors more than outside. It's like a thing sometimes. I can see that you love strip teasing them. You fucking little devil 😈 yess!! I love it though! I can they love putting food on you, maybe some strawberries 🍓 or some cherry 🍒. Everything tastes good on you, that is exactly what they are saying right now. Calling them daddy turns them on. Even calling them your little bitch turns them on. I can see them being a little baby for you like mommy’s little boy. BDSM type. I swear they daydream about you sexually. So you play a role as their Dom! Temperance coming out makes me feel like you can balance them out. The devil 😈!! I swear man! Your husband has a big dick! Or some of you have a big clit! Haha 😂 so what cherish it! Your husband loves it. You are their submissive one, because you are their sex slave. I see that they wanna humiliate you in public. Even in the bedroom. They would want you to flirty talk them. I mean fucking curse they ass out in public or in the bedroom. I told you that even if you are mad at them, they’ll like that. They wanna lose track of time with you, Roleplaying with them. Oh sweet you are to them. 😏😏🥰. Music can set the mood for them. Oh okay so sometimes they would want you to be gentle and be light with the dirty talk. Haha 😂 maybe they aren’t much of a rough type of guy. I sense that your husband is a soft lover. So what. They like it, especially when you are playing hard to get with them. In the daydream you are their perfect fantasy. Ohh yess 🤤🤤🤫.

“Hey mama, Are you ovulating yet? I’m horny for you. I wanna get you pregnant already, I know you be in pain when you ovulating. So let me help you with that problem right now. Let me rub you down, you fucking tease, come on climb on this dick. Kiss 💋 on your neck, while you slowly moving back into bed. Let me finished eating, that kitty is so tight sorry for cum quickly. You wanna do it again. Do you want me wear a condom, or are you on the pill? I got a king size dick for you! Who’s your daddy? I’m your daddy right. Let grab your face look into my eyes 👀 I’ll tell you again who’s your daddy. Let me ball gag you now. Hush 🤫 my little puppy 🐶 don’t say another word. I don’t care if you are on top of me. So baby do you wanna take care of me. I’ll just laid back and let you take control of me. Take fucking charge of me baby. I don’t mind being on the bottom. I have plenty wet dreams about you, I can see you cumming on my dick in my dreams, even when I daydream about you. Moaning, dirty talking. Can I tell you a secret? I’m a man eater. That’s the secret 🤫 I love eating Pussy. Especially with your kitty I love fantasizing about yours a lot because you are my biggest fantasy and I have another secrets tell you. I have a crush on you bad. Oops 😬 lol 😂. I wanna give you magical orgasm, curl those toes baby. I want you put scars in my back, face and even on my ass I want you put your marks on me. Bring out the monster baby! FUCKING BRING IT OUT!! Let go of control, release your emotions on me whatever you are feeling take it out. I wanna swallow your cum and I want you to swallow mine. Can I choked you while you swallow my cum. I’m a beast baby.”

Pile 4: For this pile makes me feel like I’m their daydream you ain’t feeling them like that in the beginning. But I heard in my head that they’ll take action. Or if they aren’t feeling you, I can see you taking care of them when they are down. So even when they are feeling down they daydream about you taking care of them. Handling that fucking business baby! Wooo! I don’t get a bad vibe from this energy. I sense an uplift vibe. So you do play a role in their daydream 😶‍🌫️ I can see that. See! I can see them lifting you up and kissing 😽 you while you naked coming out the shower. I can see them picking up a flower 🌹 out of a garden or they found a flower 🌹 and they thought about you and they giving it to you. Very romantic 💝 husband some of you have. Such a sweetheart. I can see that in their daydream you are playing footie with them under the table. I heard them just now “You fucking tease.” You guys are big ass teases. Which is a good thing. You two share food together and they just try their hardest not to touch you but you touch them. I can see someone watching you two. Maybe some of you might be uncomfortable with that type of stuff but most of you won’t even care. Even with your husband they won’t care at all. I heard them again “Just look into my eyes.” So just look into their eyes and you’ll feel safe with them. Because when they look into yours they feel safe with you no matter what. When you two have sex in their daydream you give your husband healing energy. So you give them all the goods. You are giving them the best daydream of their life. I told you! Teasing them. It’s like they love a challenge they fucking love when you tease them and then hold yourself back. That shit ugh 😑 them but they fucking love it at the same time if that makes sense to you guys. They would want you to sit on their face and they would want to teabag yours. Oh my gosh! I can see they want you to take a shower with them and have some sexy ass shower sessions. Hot steamy 🧖‍♀️ session with them.. that what they exactly they fantasize about with you. They would love for you to humiliate them in front of everybody! Fucking humiliation so maybe P.D.A that what would love for you to do to them.

“Can I confess something to you, I’ve put something in your drink. I’ve been a bad boy. Why don’t you come over here and spank the shit out of me. Come on slap me in public, curse me out, fucking pull my hair. Push me against the wall. Oh should I push you up against the wall because I’m the boss. Listen to me, don't turn you on when I fired you. I want you to satisfy all my fantasies, or should I say you already do anyways. You don’t know what I wanna do to you. I have a fetish kinks. I want you stump on my jaw. Tell me what is your favorite fetish. I won’t tell anyone about it. This is between you and me. Oh gosh! You don’t know how bad you make me feel. Crazy isn’t it. I’m addicted to you, I’m simp for you heavily. I want you to lose your virginity to me. Tell me where we can meet up. I’ve been thinking about you like fuck me. Do me right now. Let’s go outside and have sex, I don’t care if people see us in public having sex. That’s none of their fucking business. Come to my job and surprise me with what you are going to do. You wanna do a little role play with me. I’m horny for you, thinking about you all the time. I have intense sexual cravings. Please don’t leave my daydream alone. I hate when I’m by myself. When you are here with me I feel safe. I don’t wanna face reality sometimes.”

[seeminglyseph]

My mom was talking about my sister feeling self conscious about her body, and like. I think part of it is she has for some reason a lot of oddly petite friends. Like. For some reason they’re all really short and she’s been friends with them since they were kids and some of them have that like. Unusually skinny body type that like… look some people don’t gain body fat I’m not shaming but those of us who do gain body fat do get shamed all the time constantly so like. Extremely skinny people for some reason get set at the status quo when they like. Really really aren’t. And that’s mostly the weird part honestly. And the fact that like y’all bodies work so fundamentally different than mine that it’s like. A little mystifying sometimes.

My mother is one of these people honestly and it I think causes serious conflict. Because like. She is literally 110lbs. Like. The last time I was 110lbs I was like. A teenager with an eating disorder. Like. It was a fucking bad situation. My mom is in her 60s. I’ve weighed more than her since I was a teenager. And I am a few inches shorter than her. My sister’s like half a foot taller than me, and like. I guess thick fit? Though more on the fit than the thick? And generally just kinda average slightly curvy human woman? But also I always considered her like. The hot one? Not in the weird way but like. How in Daria there’s the weird introvert sibling and cool hot sibling. There’s always the nerd sibling and the hot sibling in sitcoms and I was a latchkey kid raised on TV. I think my sister is objectively an attractive woman who men should be proud to date?

But I also think while I have a shitton of body image issues that I definitely got from my mom being. Fucking weird about my body. I wonder if my mom being absurdly tiny and like. Worrying about it so much, and doing things like “wear the spanx it will make you look less fat” and whatever. Like. I don’t know how much of that stuff she did specifically to my sister because my sister was never as much of a “problem” as I was. It always seemed to me like she was the one doing everything right. But even if she wasn’t the one getting criticized, watching me get dragged over the coals could’ve just given her a complex about like. “I never want to be in that position”

It’s hard being a dumb broken shithead trying to be empathetic because it’s like. “I want to be open and understanding with my family” and then I do that and then like. In two months I’ll be vulnerable and it’ll blow up in my face because like half my family is absolutely garbage at emotions.

Also I may have accidentally implied to my mother that I think my sister is a dom and should try to find a nice sub to settle down with, instead of these alpha males she keeps trying to date. Because I think kink dynamics are generic and normal enough to just be sub categories I can expect to be relatable in conversations about normal basic heterosexual…. Stuff. I don’t know anything about this. She might just be an emotionally unavailable bitch. I might just have Eldest Daughter Trauma.

I don’t know. It’s already weird trying to be like “no my sister’s an attractive person objectively. I’m not attracted to her because ew, but also not my type but also ew, but she is an objectively attractive person.”

You grow up with a negative sibling relationship, complimenting them is unfamiliar territory. And then the whole “the internet loves to take anything you say in the worst way possible” paranoia my brain is like. “Literally the very concept of there being an incest angle is revolting. I think I would rather bite off my fingers and die.” I’m literally pulling a “no homo” but because of how weird I’ve seen some stupid internet discourse go off about dumb shit and I like. Hate the idea of having someone take this in that direction considering how distant my sister and I are and how hard it is to deal with actual sibling relationships without random people taking things the wrong way maliciously.

I took a sleeping pill and it’s the wrong side of 4am and my sinus headache is fucking demolishing me. I really wanna work things out with my sister one day, but there’s a lot of trauma and resentment built up. And it’s hard to know how much I can open up or trust her a lot of the time. Family is complicated.

And I am constantly plagued by the fear of running out of time. Dunno what to do with that.

[tickled-pink-64]

💝 hi! my name is maya and welcome to my sfw tickle blog 🌟

💝 About

• been lurking around the community since middle school and i always wanted to make a blog for a while but i was too embarrassed but i finally got the courage to do it! general basic info about me is in bio

• literally just here to make and post some art that would be a bit too cringe for main. i'm not the greatest at poses and i'm sorta afraid of looking up references due to possibly getting deviantart-ish stuff but i'm doing my best! if you wanna see my non tickle art, my art blog is @pink-octod00dles (replace the 0 with o)

• my art is typically fanart of pretty old and obscure media (one of my main hyperfixations is literally a 90s fairy anime that is straight up lost) and i'm not too comfortable main naming them without these /// splitting the names in half because i don't want the one other person who knows about them to see my cringy art

• i’m an adult but outside from occasional swears, this is a strictly SFW blog. i don't see tickling as remotely sexual nor any of the sort because i'm a sex repulsed asexual. i see it more as a casual playful affection and wholesome bonding with others (aka same way with hugs or any loving affection) so when i do post art, it’ll be portrayed as just fluffy cuteness! 💖

🌟 Disclaimers

• i’m not comfortable with any NSFW/fetish/kink* interactions because this is my safe space and i want to stay strictly on the SFW side of the community. i have nothing against the NSFW community and there's nothing wrong with enjoying it that way but respectfully, please just find other blogs much better and suitable than this one

*yes, i'm aware that non sexual kinks are a thing but the definition of kink is too rooted into sexual territory that i don't wanna use the label for myself. and also don't try to insist that tickling is inherently sexual/a kink to me because not only it's not true (my personal experience is 100% because of mental health problems) but also really weird to say?? i’m not gonna engage with community discourse generally but yeah that's all i'm gonna say

• i don’t want pr0shippers and big0ts interacting neither i will block on sight if i found out you are one of those things

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[hertzwritings]

Three’s (the best) company (part 2 to Jealous)

A/N: ooooooh, boy, the first part blew up – and I’m glad I’m not the only one, who’s thirsting for these two tall glasses of water. This one is the second and final part (maybe) to this request from @fanartandfanfiction and it made me take a shower because of the pure FILTH I’m about to deliver to y’all.

Remember, feedback feeds the soul and requests are always open! A quick note: This is mainly a Henry Cavill blog, BUT I’m about to expand a little, and if you got anyone you’d either want to jon Henry x reader or just have a separate lil’ thing, let me know! Also, I’m going to start making a separate masterlist of gender-neutral stories, so if you have any ideas for that, I’d love to hear them!

MASTERLIST

HENRY CAVILL MASTERLIST

ASK ME ANYTHING/REQUESTS

Pairings: Henry Cavill x female reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: Language, smut (18+, minors DNI PLEASE), fingering, oral (M and F receiving), p in v, anal, unprotected sex, choking, breathplay, light BDSM, Dom!Henry, Soft!Dom!Chris, double-trouble, spanking, degradation-kink, praise-kink, breeding-kink, daddy-kink, sir/master-kink, cream pies, cum-play, toy-play and probably some other shit I forgot about

Wordcount: 5.471 (not even sorry)

Part 1

Three’s (the best) company

You walked slowly to the two men, who were still whispering, and smiled at Chris, trying to ignore the weird stirring in your stomach.

“You ready?” You asked with a smile. He nodded and patted Henry on his shoulder. “Sure. I’m just going to use the bathroom first, then we’ll find the seats, okay?” You nodded and squirmed a little under his gaze, that seemed to burn into you. As soon as Chris was out of view, Henry turned to you with narrowed eyes and an unreadable expression lingering on his face.

“When I said you should go live your life, I didn’t mean find someone older than me.” He whispered, a smile on his face as several journalists passed by. You quirked your eyebrow a little and leaned your head to the side. “Well, maybe I just have daddy-issues.” He groaned. “Besides, who are you to tell me what to do or who to do? I thought you had a lapse of judgement.” “Well…” He didn’t know what to say, sighing. “You’re being a brat.” He almost pouted and you had to bite back a laugh. “Says you?” He rolled his eyes and moved until he was flush with you, reporters and cameras on you both as he leaned in. “You should be careful, Y/N. You’ve got no idea how badly I want to fucking punish you right now.” You couldn’t help the surge of heat to your core, but he moved away quickly before you had a chance to answer, and you saw Chris jog towards you both.

“Alright, baby, can you go find our seats? I just have something I need to discuss with Henry.” You weren’t much for it, but you nodded and left the two men and found your seat. You groaned as you saw the small pieces of paper with the names on them – you were going to sit next to Chris and Henry on his other side. You had kind of hoped that Henry would be next to you, but no matter.

You sat down, straightening your dress, the high slit on your thigh falling open. You couldn’t help but smile slightly at the thought of teasing Chris a little; it wouldn’t be the first time. Your last project with Chris had led to a few drunken nights and light, flirty teasing – all in good fun, of course. And now you’d been going steady with him for a few months, it would be even more fun, mostly because you knew how easily you could rile him up.

As you looked towards the entrance, you couldn’t help but bite back a moan as you saw the two men walk towards you, talking in low voices, their strides dominant and firm. It made you squirm in your seat.

“Hi, sorry it took a while. We had some stuff to talk about, we’re maybe doing a project next year.” Chris apologized as they sat down. You nodded and smiled. “No problem, really.” You smiled softly. He winked at you and faced the screen, waiting for the movie to start. “By the way, wat’s the movie about?” He asked with a grin on his lips. You rolled your eyes. “You’re an ass.” He chuckled and leaned in, kissing your cheek. Even over the loud chatter and people getting seated, you could hear Henry groan at the affection. “But I’m America’s ass, so you’re not allowed to be angry with me.” He retorted. The lights dimmed, and your director, Craig, got on stage and droned on about his vision, the work behind it and the many thanks, he had to get through before the movie started.

Chris was restless next to you and when you glanced at him, you saw his hand jerking, as if he wanted to do something while Henry was whispering in his ear. What the hell were they talking about? You leaned over to ask, but the movie started in the same moment as you opened your mouth, and you fell back against your seat with a soft groan.

30 minutes in, you were restless in your seat, a throb in your core, as you watched you and Henry on the screen – it was electric to see the two of you practically dry-humping on the motorcycle, and you felt weirdly turned on by it.

“Girl, you need to stop moving around so much.” Chris whispered in your ear. You exhaled as his lips ghosted over your earlobe. “I’m just… Uncomfortable.” You whispered back, clenching your thighs together, eyes staring unseeingly at the screen. “Well, your dress is riding up and it’s damn distracting.” He whispered, his fingers gliding over the bare skin on your thigh. You hadn’t even noticed the way your dress had gathered around your waist, the slit almost on your hip. “Sorry.” You whispered back, trying to adjust again. It helped nothing, except for your dress riding even further up. You bit your lip at the feeling of Chris’ fingertips still lingering on the bare skin, sending surges of goosebumps down your body. You felt him shift a little closer. “You need to take the edge off?” He mumbled, his fingers a little closer to your inner thigh. Your breath hitched. Here? You glanced around at the people around you, all eyes glued to the screen, and nodded once, your eyes on the screen as images flashed in front of you.

His fingers dipped, gliding sensually against your inner thigh, and you spread your legs slightly, allowing his fingers to gently stroke against the wet patch on your panties. You sighed happily as his fingers deftly moved your panties to the side, and you felt it a little strange, as if his hand was bigger than you first suspected it too be, your panties stretched over your skin. You shimmied and grabbed the side of your panties, moving them down slightly for him to grab – he quickly took them, moving them down your legs so he had free access to your wet core. He hummed happily as his fingers found your throbbing clit, a long finger stroking circles over it; you moaned under your breath as he added pressure, more than you expected him to, and you sank a little deeper in your seat to allow yourself to spread your legs further. “You’re fucking dirty, aren’t you?” he whispered. You moaned softly as he dipped a finger inside of you, curling up. You felt so full already, it was strange – you knew he had thick fingers, but this? This was new. He pumped slowly, adding another and you had to bite your lip to keep quiet at the overwhelming sensation, he provided – you were already pulsing around him, closer and closer to your edge.

“Baby, look down.” He whispered finally, his fingers moving faster now, and you followed orders, gasping loudly as not two, but fourfingers were inside of you, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. You followed the fingers and saw another hand on top of Chris’, leading to a thick arm, whose owner was grinning wickedly. You almost came on the spot, as you saw Henry lead Chris’ fingers faster in and out of you, the fullness of the two men together completely soaking you. You were a panting mess as they sped up, their fingers moving faster and faster, curling upwards, hitting every sweet spot in you.

“You want to cum, love?” Henry was leaning over Chris as he spoke, clearly not at all worried if someone saw or heard him. You nodded, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood as you tried to keep quiet. He looked at Chris with a raised eyebrow. “What do you think? Does she deserve it?” His words were punctuated by a particularly deep thrust in you. You groaned. “Hmm… For now, yes. Look at our good girl, keepin’ quiet for us.” He grinned. Henry found your eyes in the dark and their fingers moved fast and hard in you. “Well, then. Cum, baby girl.” You couldn’t have held it back, not even if they had refused you to do it, your core exploding with pleasure, wall throbbing and clenching around their fingers as you came hard, slick running down their hands. They both chuckled darkly as they removed their fingers, Chris licking his clean, and you panted as you got yourself seated back normally. You tried to pull your panties back, but Chris tutted at you. “Nuh-uh, you better give those here.” He held his hand out and you, your cheeks flushed, slid them down your legs and handed him them; he winked at you before he stuffed them in his pocket. “Let’s hope that doesn’t stain that pretty dress.” He said in a soft voice laced with flirt. You had to admit you were wondering the same; silk didn’t exactly help a lot wit wet stains. “Ah, let them see what we’ve done to her.” Henry chimed in with a grin.

Jesus fucking Christ.

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When the movie finally finished, you were hot, sweating and very, very aroused. Chris had constantly been teasing you, and Henry had been shooting you glances and stares all throughout the movie, which just made you squirm even more.

As you left the theater, Chris’ jacket hanging from your shoulders to hide the spot on your dress and his hand firmly on your waist, he stopped right before you reached the car, his expression unreadable. You saw Henry lingering a little away, his hand on his own car, awaiting something you didn’t know. “Babe…” His voice was silk and honey. “Yes?” His hand was burning your skin. “I have a surprise for you back at my place.” He grinned mischievously and you frowned. “Oh?” “You’re going to love it.” He opened the car door for you, and you slid inside, his hand falling on your thigh as soon as he got in as well. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with Henry, the way he lingered and what happened inside the theater, would it?” He shrugged and leaned in as the car began driving. He pressed a button, and a divider slid up, separating you from the driver. He hummed and his lips met yours, softly and with a hint of lust. His lips slid over yours deliciously, his fingers already moving under your dress again as you moaned into the kiss. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He whispered against your lips. You groaned as a finger slipped inside of you, pumping languidly. You found the button on his pants, desperate to get it open, but he moved slightly away from you and out of reach. You whined against his lips, and he pulled out of you with a wicked grin.

“Patience, Y/N. You need to have your wits about you for later.” He said with a grin. “Also, that movie was pretty good. I knew you were good, but… Damn that sex-scene was something else.” You rolled your eyes, willing yourself to ignore the heat between your legs. “Remind me to get you hired for my next romantic interest, if I can get some of that.” You chuckled at him, and your fingers intertwined as the car moved through the city.

“Honey, you’re getting it at home.” “Well, I’d like it on camera.”

The car stopped in front of Chris’ home and you frowned, seeing lights on and the gate open; you turned to him, but he simply smiled, held your hand and led you inside. “Honey, we’re home!” He yelled to the seemingly empty house, and you laughed – he was being an idiot, but he was your idiot.

You didn’t expect a deep, rumbling voice to yell back.

“Bedroom, now!” you turned to him with gaping mouth. “Well, what are you waiting for? You better run, girl.” “Chris, are you sure about this?” You asked as he pushed you towards the stairs leading to his bedroom. Even though you wanted to be sure he was down for this, you couldn’t control your pussy, which was already dripping wet. He cocked an eyebrow, the dominant side coming through.

“Are you questioning me, baby?” “No, sir.” You answered before practically running up the stairs to the bedroom.

Henry was sitting stoically on the bed, his eyes trained on yours as you came inside – he nodded once to Chris, who followed behind you, and you heard him chuckle slightly before he sat down in a plush chair somewhere behind you. “Strip.” Henry’s voice was commanding and definitely didn’t leave room for talking and you turned slightly to Chris, who nodded at you. “What are you waiting for, Y/N? Strip.” You finally came to the realization that Chris wanted this, whatever the hell this was. You undid your dress, letting it fall to your feet, leaving you in only your bra; Chris was fondling your panties. Henry’s eyes were dark as he stood and began circling you.

“You’ve been bad, haven’t you, Y/N?” “I don’t…” A smack on your ass that made you gasp, rang through the room. “Don’t fucking talk back to me.” You were panting. “Yes, daddy.” You heard Chris groan happily behind you as you whispered to Henry. “You found another cock to ride, huh?” Another smack, this time hard enough to send you surging forwards, almost losing your footing. “Y-yes, daddy. I’m sorry.” “Are you? I think you like it, don’t you?” You whined as the skin of his palm connected in a hard smack on your wet folds. It was pain but in the best fucking way. “I do, daddy.” “Yeah?” You nodded and moaned as a finger dipped inside of you from behind. “Chris, want to help here?” Henry’s voice was casual, as if he was asking for a glass of water and Chris chuckled, stepping over to the two of you. “Get that bag and get plug out.” Henry ordered and Chris followed, unloading the bag next to the bed. He handed that and a bottle of lube to Henry, who stroked your back in soft strokes. “Lay down on the bed, darling.” His voice was dangerously sweet, and you nodded, finding Chris’ eyes as you laid down on your back, spreading your legs. He mouthed an I love you to you as he sat down next to you, his fingers finding your nipple, rolling and tugging at it before his mouth descended on it.

You mewled as you felt his teeth tug slightly on your nipple, squirming slightly under him, as you heard lube being splattered on something. “Are you good with this?” Henry asked softly and you nodded insistingly; how the hell could you not be okay with this? He chuckled. “Desperate whore.” He murmured and you felt a cold tip press against your puckered hole. You moaned loudly as Henry slowly, but surely, slid the plug inside of you, the stretch of it hurting slightly; Chris moved to your lips and distracting you as Henry let the butt-plug bottom out in your ass. His tongue found yours, and his hand slid from your nipple to your throat, squeezing slightly and he pulled away, eyes burning in yours. Henry groaned at the sight in front of him and you found him, your eyes blazing with lust and your pussy throbbing around nothing. He discarded his clothes quickly, a smirk playing on his lips as Chris squeezed harder around your throat, stealing the last air in you. You gasped against the feeling of his fingers on your pulse-point and your eyes rolled back in your head, as Henry dipped his face to your throbbing pussy. “You want this, you fucking slut? Me eating you out while your boyfriend chokes you?” You nodded and mewled brokenly, feeling like your entire body was light on fire. You were going to die if something didn’t happen soon. “Tsk, so impatient.” Henry chuckled and caught Chris’ eyes. “I think her mouth needs a little work, don’t you?” Chris grinned and let your throat go, a rush of air flowing back to you. “Oh, definitely.” Henry bowed down and blew air straight on your slick folds, causing you to jerk around and felt the plug move with you. Fucking hell. His hands found your hips and held you with bruising force to the mattress as Chris stripped next to you.

You almost drooled at the sight of Henry between your legs, a wicked grin on his lips, and Chris who stood next to you, cock standing big and proud from the small mound of light curls on him. “I’m not going down until you are, sweetheart.” Henry’s voice was condescending, and it made you mewl slightly, moving to the side so you could reach Chris’ cock with your mouth.

“Good girl.” Henry dipped his head again, his tongue stroking between your folds and you gasped at the same time as Chris pushed the head of his cock between your lips, forcing himself in your throat. You gagged around him as Henry fucked you with his mouth, assaulting your senses and your clit with his tongue.

The sounds of you gagging and slurping at Chris while Henry ate you out like a starving man filled the bedroom along with Chris’ moans, that ignited something in you. You tried to take him deeper, and tears welled up in your eyes as you did, feeling your orgasm inch closer for every second you were filled with him in your mouth and Henry’s tongue on your clit, his finger sliding inside of you and pumped at the same speed as his tongue danced around your clit.

You pulled away from Chris and drew a deep breath, spit connecting your mouth and his cock – he simply chuckled and grabbed you by the throat, forcing you to his cock again. “O, no, you don’t.” His voice was dangerous and he pushed inside of you again, holding your throat so you couldn’t move and began fucking your mouth hard. Henry hummed delighted as a gush of your slick came over him, your orgasm rolling over you in an instant; the feeling of Chris fucking your mouth sent you toppling over the edge, small fires burning under your skin as you came, your cries muffled by the cock in your throat. You barely had a breath left in you and you saw spots, when Chris’ hips stuttered, and he pulled away with a groan. Henry kissed your inner thigh and stood up, cock proud and dripping with precum. “That’s the last one you’re getting without asking first, darling.” He said huskily and moved to the side of you, standing next to Chris. Chris groaned. “Come on, I was just…” “Evans, if you don’t make the switch, I’m going to tie you up and make you watch.” Your eyes rolled back at the demanding tone and to your surprise, Chris followed suit; you knew he was a softer dom, but definitely not one to take orders. Henry chuckled and stroked your cheek gently.

“You don’t think I haven’t ordered him around before?” He whispered, wiping a stray tear away. You moaned as Chris plunged two fingers inside of you quickly and without warning. “You look so pretty when you’re dirty like this.” He wiped a streak of mascara off your cheek and grinned, before lining his cock up with your mouth. “Just like last time, you remember, don’t you?” You nodded eagerly and opened your mouth. Chris pumped his fingers harshly, his other hand wrapped around his hard length pleasuring himself as he watched his fingers move in and out of you. You were trying your hardest to fit Henry fully in your mouth, but he gave you no chance to adjust yourself; he held your head in place and rutted into your mouth, burying his cock in your throat deeply. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, both in pain and pleasure and Chris groaned at the end of the bed.

“Fuck it, I need to be inside of her.” He mumbled, crawling over you, his cock twitching, as he kissed along your body. Henry chuckled, still fucking your mouth, before he let his hand fall harshly on your cheek and pulling out. His fingers held a tight grip on your chin and cheeks, his eyes searing into your fucking soul. “You think you deserve it?” You nodded eagerly. “Words, Y/N.” “Please, daddy?” You pleaded, rolling your hips under Chris. “On top of him.” He ordered and you easily followed orders, Chris laying down and you straddling his thighs, his cock pressed against your dripping core. “No. Turn around.” Henry ordered and you frowned. “Oh, you want first pick, man?” Chris hands found your hips, digging fingers into the supple skin. “If you’re okay with it.” Henry questioned. Chris found your eyes and you nodded once, more than happy to get filled to the brim by them both. “Sure. It’s been a while for you, anyway.” He said with a grin, and you turned to face Henry, who grabbed your face again and held you tightly in his grip. He forced your mouth open, and he let a string of spit land on your tongue, sending your nerves into overdrive – it felt so fucking humiliating, so much toomuch, but you felt yourself grow hotter and slicker at the gesture. Chris maneuvered under you, pulling at the plug and slowly inching it out of you as Henry moved his hand to your throat.

“You’re not breathing until he’s fully inside of you, got it?” You nodded and gasped as his big hand and thick fingers tightened around you, cutting your air off; you mewled soundlessly at the feeling of the plug slowly being pulled from you and Henry’s hand on your heated skin, already questioning if you could handle waiting for Chris to be fully in your ass. He groaned as the plug fell from you with a soft pop and he hummed appreciatively, pushing the tip of his thick cock against your hole. You closed your eyes, dots already forming in your vision, as he pushed inside of you with a loud moan. It felt so fucking full, you were squirming at the sensation; it was burning, but also made you grow slicker second by second as Chris sank inside of you, finally bottoming out when you felt like you couldn’t take anymore. Henry released your throat and you coughed slightly, feeling yourself tighten around Chris’ cock. He groaned and snapped his hips slightly, causing you to moan and your breast to bounce slightly. “Fuck, you better join now, or I’ll fuck her myself.” Chris said in a strained voice. You knew that voice; that was the way he sounded when he was about to snap and loose control completely, the side of Chris you fucking loved. Henry smirked at you. “Go right ahead, I’ve got some business first.” Chris chuckled behind you and slowly moved himself out of you, before pushing back into you, hips snapping and he lost control; he roared and started to mercilessly fuck your ass, sending stars up and down your back as he did. Henry leaned in, his cock twitching impatiently. He was almost lips to lips when he finally spoke.

“You like being fucked like a good little whore, don’t you?” “Yes, daddy!” You practically screamed, bouncing on Chris’ cock. “You’ve been bad, you know.” “Daddy…” He held on to your chest, steadying you as he looked down at Chris’ cock sliding in and out of you, your dripping pussy empty and throbbing. His palm connected with your exposed clit with a hard slap, once, twice, five times before you yelled out, barely able to hold back your orgasm. “Fuck! Can I cum, daddy, please?” Henry chuckled and lined himself up with your pussy, the head of him hitting your overly sensitive clit. “Ask your master, darling.” “Sir!” Chris moaned as the preferred nickname rolled off of your tongue like a drowning man would gasp for air. “Can I cum, please, please, please…” “Stop begging, baby. Cum for me.” As his words hit your ears, Henry’s cock buried inside of you and you screamed as you exploded around the two cocks inside of you, the orgasm feeling like it would blind you. You were tight in every single extremity as you came, gasping for air, and Henry and Chris chuckled as they both bottomed out. Henry shouted a string of obscenities, and spat at your mouth again, you gasping at the feeling of it on your tongue.

You were about to split in half. They were both huge in both length and girth, and you felt like you couldn’t take it, not both of them at the same time. “Please, I can’t, not both…” You were a panting mess. Henry chuckled and slapped your cheek. “Oh, baby… You can and you fucking will.” He held you by your throat and searched the bed for his shirt – he found it and grabbed the tie, that lay next to it, before commanding Chris to hold you still. Chris held your arms as Henry wrapped his tie around your mouth, effectively gagging you with the navy-blue silk. “Now, where were we?” He said, almost mockingly, before pulling out slightly and slamming back in you. Chris followed him and soon they had found a rhythm where you were constantly filled with them, both of them dragging against your walls and stretching your holes until you felt like you were going to explode.

The sounds of their moans and grunts turned you on more than you’d ever imagined it would, and the feeling of Chri’s fingers digging into the skin on your ass, leaving crescent moons in their wake, made you feel weak at the knees. They fucked you in tandem, their rhythm never faltering until Chris roared behind you and his hand fell on your ass in a hard slap, and you felt him twitch inside of you. “Fuck, I’m going to fill your ass, and you’re going to take it, baby…” He moaned his words and your moan sounded muffled as your pussy throbbed around Henry’s thick cock. “You want him to fill you like a good little whore, darling?” he whispered darkly. He was fucking intoxicating when he was this dominant. You nodded eagerly; wanton moans stuck in your throat. Chris moaned. “Speed it up, old man, I’m not going to last.” Chris mumbled behind you and you had to swallow a giggle. “Jesus, you’re impatient.” Henry turned back to you, his thick cock dragging along your walls as he rutted deeply in and out of you. “You want me to fill your sweet little cunt as well, love?” He said, his fingers sliding over your sensitive clit. Your back arched at the feeling, drawing them both deeper and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Yes, daddies, fill me!” You finally said as Henry harshly jerked the gag from your mouth. They both buried themselves deeply in you, not caring about a rhythm to it anymore, simply chasing their own highs. You were burning, both from the stretch of the two men, but also from your impending orgasm, and you knew you would have a hard time walking tomorrow.

Chris fell over the edge first, his cock twitching in your ass right before he jolted and stilled in you; you felt the warmth spread with thick ropes of cum in your ass, and Henry roared, chasing his own and your high as well. His fingers rubbed furiously at your clit, and you were mewling, moaning at him, begging to cum. “P-please, please, daddy, please, I need to cum, please…” You were almost screaming at this point, your fingernails dragging long, red and angry scratches down Henry’s arms as he fucked you hardly. You felt Chris twitch under you, keeping inside of you and you could feel the seed leak out from you and pool around his spent cock, which sent you straight into a tailspin.

Henry finally let a final roar go. “Fucking cum, Y/N!” He pulled at your nipple harshly, and you fell over the edge, your body going rigid as you came hard; you saw white, your nerves shot to hell, as you came around him, milking him for his spend. He stuttered and stilled, spraying long, warm ropes of cum inside of you, filling you deep within. You were panting as all three of you came down, and Chris gently eased himself out of you, laying you down on your back and scooting out of bed, Henry still in you. He followed your body as you laid down, completely spent, while Chris got up and found a wet towel to clean you up.

A moment alone, Henry gently kissed you. “I know you’re with Evans, but… I made a mistake.” Chris came back before you had time to answer, and Henry pulled out. Both men went to work cleaning your spent body up, gently caressing you with the damp towels.

“C’mere.” You mumbled to them both, cuddling against Chris, while Henry spooned you from behind. “You know, I wouldn’t mind making this a permanent thing, y’know.” Chris said softly in the stillness that fell over the bedroom. You looked at him “Really?” “What?” Henry asked. “Yeah. I mean, I’d like to have a go at your pussy as well, but…” He looked at the both of you. “I know I love you, and from what he told me…” He pointed to Henry. “It seems like he’s been having a hard time letting you go.” He kissed your forehead. “And I know you, so I know you have wanted something like this for a while… Besides, I like Henry.” “Are you sure?” You asked Chris, who simply smiled and held his hand out to Henry, who shook it.

“Welcome to the family, man. Buy your own towels, I’m not wiping my face with your ass-towel.”

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Months passed in each other’s company and the tree of you had found a steady routine; it was weird how easily it came to all of you. The boys never wanted to screw each other but were more than happy watching and sharing you. You had all moved in together in Chris’ house a month back, and the life had become pretty normal, even with two giant men around you at all times.

They had become best friends and you had fallen head over heels with them both.

“Chris, babe!” You yelled at him as you struggled to zip your dress. “I need a hand!” He poked his head inside of your dressing room and smiled softly. “Gotcha.” He zipped the back of your dress before placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. “You look pretty dabber yourself.” Henry’s voice soared from downstairs.

“Loves, we need to go, or we’ll be late!” You nodded and quickly put on your shoes, following Chris down the stairs and out to the waiting car, where Henry opened the door for both of you and kissed you, before all three of you got inside.

“We sure we’re ready for this?” You asked uncertainly. The little love-bubble had been nice. Henry and Chris groaned, both of them rolling their eyes. “Y/N, we have to do it at some point in our lives.” Chris said. “And I’m so sick of pretending not to be with you.” Henry chimed in. you nodded, grabbing both of their hands and putting them in your lap.

“We better get it on when we get home.” You joked.

The car stilled near the red carpet, and you drew a deep breath, looking to the crowd of cameras and reporters. Chris opened the door and kissed your hand before getting out; you quickly looked to Henry, who smiled. “Here goes nothing.” You said before stepping out of the car, sliding straight against Chris’ side and kissed him deeply, the cameras going crazy. You grinned as you felt a hand on your ass and turned to your other love, finding his blue eyes and angling your face towards him. Henry bent down slightly and kissed you just as deeply as you had kissed Chris, and you faintly registered the flashes going off, but the crowd growing quiet. You pulled away with a wide grin, your arms around your two men, as they waved to a shocked crowd of reporters and cameras.

This was going to be fun.

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ruin you | kth & jjk (m)

Summary: “His eyes hold unfathomable darkness that lures you in, captures your very soul, steals any air you are trying to draw. And you know without a doubt that you’re on the path to utter and irrevocable ruination.”

When your boyfriend Jungkook first suggested a threesome between him, you and his best friend, all of this was definitely not what you’d expected.

pairing: Taehyung x female reader x Jungkook

rating: 18+

genre: established relationship, pwp, fluff if you squint?, so much smut

warnings: explicit sexual content, dom!taehyung, switch!reader (but mostly sub), switch!jungkook, blindfolding, some bondage (reader gets tied up), wax play, lots of dirty talk, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, kinda praise kink, rough sex, messy sex, unprotected sex (you know it folks, be careful), like one spank?, light choking, breast play, cuckolding/voyeurism kinda (yes - jungkook is into watching), swearing, y/n probably can’t walk the next day and she loves it, threesome (obviously)

word count: 11.9k (this got a little out of hand, folks)

a/n: I’M SO EXCITED TO SHARE THE FIC THAT HURT ME. as i said, too much taekook content results in something like this T_T again, a biiiig thank you to @monvante for this banner that i’m so in love with and to @illneverrecover, @voiceswithoutlips & @missgeniality for being the most helpful and amazing betas, i love y’all so muchhh!! OK ‘NUFF TALKING, enjoy!!!

⁂ part of the ruin you series

MASTERLIST | WIPS

Bliss.

That’s how you would describe life with Jungkook. Being with him is always a never ending, wonderful adventure, never as exhausting as it has been with your previous partners - the fact that he understands how to take care of you astounds you, making you wonder on multiple occasions how you’d gone so wrong with your past choices.

One example of such occasions are nights when you feel like you’ve reached the end of your patience; be it about your unorganized mess that your college is, your family, or your friends - Jungkook always knows what to do to lift your mood instantly. The best aspect of his method is that he never forces you to talk, never pressures you into opening up. He’s been with you long enough to know fully well that you tend to speak about your problems as soon as you feel like you need to.

Instead, he plans a nice and cozy evening, searches for a movie you like, cooks your favourite dish, or takes you out to a romantic date.

Then there’s the obvious love that sparkles in his big doe eyes constantly, not a day passing without him losing himself in you, telling you over and over again how much he adores you and everything involving you. Precious moments like these never fail to make your heart flutter, the wings growing around it almost achingly beautiful when he talks to you like that, assures you how he’d do anything, everything, to keep you happy.

In that sense, you are even more surprised at his suggestion as you lie under your blankets, his arms wrapped around you tightly and your naked bodies pressed into each other. You look up to meet his hazy eyes, the urge to sleep apparent in them, but his words indicate that he’s wanted to say this for quite some time.

“We should - what?”

He sighs into your hair, his fingertips drawing small circles into the skin of your back. “I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve been thinking and… I just feel like you should experience everything that’s possible. And maybe you’ll find something that you like - something we never do.”

“And that’s how you want me to find out? By having sex with your best friend?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed as you try to fully comprehend what you’ve just heard.

“Yeah…” he starts, a soft laugh escaping his throat as he shifts a little to face you, “okay, it does sound very weird, but I really mean it. He’s - well, quite different from me. At least that’s what I perceive from what he tells me about his sexual adventures.”

“Jungkook, I-”

“Listen, I know you never expected me to suggest this in the first place, but I talked to him and he’s up for it. And baby,” he says, cupping your face before he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, “if you experience something with him that you like, we can both try it later.”

“I don’t even know Taehyung that well. And I can’t believe you can say all that without getting at least a little jealous.” You feel slightly uncomfortable talking about this. You’ve probably never properly talked to Taehyung, only meeting him once in a while when he comes over to play some games - while Jungkook has mentioned on multiple occasions that he wants you both to become friends, you never really got a chance to get to know him better.

“I know, but you don’t really have to know him to enjoy it. I’ve heard he’s really good,” Jungkook argues, his voice going a few octaves deeper as he emphasizes the satisfaction of others.

But for you, thinking of being naked in front of Taehyung, or even more unthinkable, having his dick inside of you - it feels so far away that it makes you chuckle lightly. “Let’s go to sleep. You’re insane.”

You settle into his chest again, pulling the blanket up to your chin as you ready yourself to fall into a peaceful slumber, only faintly registering Jungkook telling you to think about it. This is definitely a topic for another day and your brain certainly doesn’t have the capacity to fathom how real that moment is and how serious Jungkook is being right now.

So, there’s no need to worry about what’s going to happen in a couple of days, right?

It doesn’t take long before Jungkook addresses the subject again - in fact, you haven’t even eaten breakfast, running around in his oversized shirt and rubbing your eyes as he sips on his tea, eyeing your figure that has made itself comfortable on the couch.

“What if I joined you?” he asks, one eyebrow raised and you almost choke on your own saliva before you break out into a laugh.

“For God’s sake, Jungkook. Why do you want this so much?” You straighten up, folding your legs as you watch him approach you and sit down on the table in front of you.

Jungkook brings a finger to your chin, lifting your head a little before he says, “I want my baby to feel good. And to be completely honest…”

He twirls a strand of your hair around his index finger, pressing his lips together as you slowly realize what he is trying to refer to. Your eyes widen in surprise, mouth falling open as you ask, “you- you like the thought of having a threesome, don’t you?”

And when he doesn’t answer, you know you’re right, though you’re not sure if you should laugh or cringe. He nibbles at his lips as he avoids your gaze, an awkward smile appearing on his face. “I mean… only if it involves watching you… get fucked. I- I don’t need any other girl, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Jungkook has a voyeuristic kink, huh?

This is definitely not something that had crossed your mind last night, and to hear it from him now clears up quite a few things. Seeing him nervously fumble with his shirt, tongue licking his lower lip one too many times ignites something unknown in you and you slowly feel yourself crumble.

“Do you really want that so bad?” you inquire, trying to make him look at you as he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He reaches out to hold your hand and grazes your warm skin with his thumb.

“You don’t have to. It’s wholly up to you.” His words are sincere, but to be completely honest, knowing that something like this would turn him on enough to join, you pressed between two bodies, both worshipping everything about you - the thought has you feeling hot and bothered, and suddenly, you are not completely opposed to this idea anymore.

You’re about to assure him that you’re ready to fulfill his wish, but before you get the chance to do so, his phone chimes, vibrating hard and noisily against the counter. Jungkook releases your hand, walking over to pick up as he chuckles softly. “Speaking of the devil.”

For some reason, Taehyung always decides to video call, a habit of his that you’ve never understood - maybe you can trace your dislike back to you never being much of a talking-on-the-phone-person in the first place. You always prefer texting over calling someone.

Taehyung’s deep voice sounds through Jungkook’s phone, gleefully greeting his friend as he tells him to finally move his ass to the office.

You sink back into the couch, an awkward feeling spreading through your body as you hear the two voices meld, the ones that will probably moan into your ears soon enough. The thought of muffled groans and hands on your skin makes your lower stomach clench, causing you to rub your thighs together to find some relief.

From the corner of his eyes, Jungkook detects the movement, his mouth twitching for only a second before he shamelessly addresses the topic head-on. “So, by the way, Taehyung, I, uhm… talked to Y/N. About you know - what we discussed the other day?”

A brief silence numbs your ears as you suddenly feel your heart pound in your chest, shooting a glare at Jungkook who doesn’t seem to give it a thought at all. Then, you hear Taehyung clear his throat. “Is she okay with it?”

God, could it get any more weird?

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Jungkook offers, and your eyes widen, your hands waving in panic in front of your face. He doesn’t seem to care as he turns his phone, coming closer to hand it to you as he sits down next to you.

You force your face to contort into an ingenuine smile, watching as Taehyung rests his arms on his shiny table, clearly having stabilized his phone against something. You see yourself reflect off his glasses as he breaks out into a boxy grin, greeting you with a nod before he chimes, “Hey! How are you doing?”

“I’m… good. Yeah, what about you?” you stutter and you feel immediate regret to have let Jungkook force you to this conversation. You feel the blood rush to your face, your insides churning as you hear Taehyung’s sweet voice guide you through your awkwardness smoothly, almost not letting show that he’s noticed it.

“Oh, I’m grand! Thought I’d call your man to finally make his lazy butt leave the apartment and keep me some company here. But I guess, you guys had some stuff to clear up?”

Unbelievable. His tone is still friendly, casual, as if you’re talking about nothing less than today’s rainy weather. He sounds so soft, so gentle - you cannot imagine what he can offer that differs from Jungkook’s actions in bed.

“Uhm, yeah,” you answer, gulping hard - and he notices. You don’t know that he’s, in fact, noticing every little thing, reading you like the open book that you are, and his mind already starts to whirr with ideas. The only thing that is left is your approval - and seeing the way you’re struggling to even look at the screen properly, he knows you’ve already given in before you confirm it. “I’d be okay with it, if you are.”

His face is close to the camera, and you swear you see his eyes flash with something dark as he looks at you before they turn soft, innocent again. As tense as you are, you can’t help but let your eyes wander over his dark hair, wanting to tug at it lightly. You see his full, pink lips, feeling the growing, strange urge to have them on the most intimate parts of you; the hand that is now cupping his face, the veins running along it making you question what it could do to you, how it could possibly make you feel.

You blink a few times to clear your head without drawing attention to your nervousness too much, smiling as he says, “Of course I am. I would’ve told Jungkook if I wasn’t.”

This feels a lot like sealing a deal with the devil - something about it intrigues, but scares you, your mind circling around the thought that Taehyung just can’t be what he’s pretending to be right now. The expression that’s decorating his face, the handsome grin and the line of his profile seem dangerous, something undecipherable about them intimidating you.

“Right,” you say, briefly nibbling at your lips as you feel Jungkook’s hand snake around your waist, almost as if to remind you that he’s here, too. “So, then we’ll see each other soon?”

“I sure hope so,” Taehyung sing-songs, your immediate reaction being to hand back the phone to your boyfriend as you stand up with the excuse that you have to use the toilet, wishing the man on the other side of the line a good day off-camera.

Locking yourself in the small, comforting space of your bathroom, you look at your figure in the mirror, surprised when you see your mouth twitch into a new kind of smile that you’ve never seen on your face.

Surely enough, the day arrives as soon as you’ve expected, clearly none of you ready to wait for too long for each other. You’ve prepared yourself thoroughly, shaving every single hair that you’ve deemed unnecessary to stay, taking your skincare up a notch, and even thinking of a safeword, should something happen that you’re not entirely content with.

As expected, Taehyung’s apartment lies in one of the expensive corners of the town, the building rising high and glass everywhere you look. As you gaze up into the sky, your eyes leaving the complex in front of you and focusing on the clouds instead, you feel Jungkook’s hand slide into yours, fingers intertwining and holding yours tightly. He kisses your cheek gently, reassuring you that you can still walk away, should you feel uncomfortable with all of this.

Shaking your head, you sigh, answering, “It’s fine. I’m just… curious, is all.”

Curiosity isn’t quite the right word to use, though. As you stand in the elevator, waiting for it to reach the twelfth floor, you don’t feel curious, no - much rather, your stomach is turning and twisting, your heart hammering against your chest as you choke on the feeling the nervousness is drowning you in.

And when you step out of the elevator, knocking on his door three times and seeing him open it, you swallow the annoying lump in your throat. He’s wearing a thin sweater whose sleeves he’s rolled up, one of his hands dug in the pocket of his loose sweats, and the glasses sitting perfectly on his even nose. His free hand motions you to come in before it brushes through his perfect pitch black hair, and you take in the place he lives in, seeing exactly what you’ve expected in the last days.

Right as you get in, you are greeted by the beautiful dusk of the evening that is fully displayed through the big glass windows, making you wonder if Taehyung ever feels uncomfortable or exposed in such a place. His living room screams office employee, everything decorated in a luxurious black and white that reminds you of stacks of money and expensive champagne.

Strange. Despite working in the same domain, Jungkook has never shown interest in such high-class things - but you’ve always been one to love his humble lifestyle.

“What can I bring you to drink?” Taehyung asks, closing the door as he tells you to take a seat on his red leather couch, as if you’re here to talk about business. “Scotch? Whiskey?”

Jungkook nods, showing a thumbs up while you say, “I’m fine with water, actually.”

Taehyung peaks his head out of the kitchen that you haven’t seen yet, a pretty smile on his face as he holds a fancy glass in his hand. “Are you sure? Might help you to calm your nerves and stuff.”

Shit.

You really have to get yourself together before you inflate his ego somehow - you weren’t going to show him what you’re feeling inside, but it seems as if he’s seen right through you the moment you stepped in, his observing eyes taking note of more than you thought.

You take a deep breath, chuckling slightly as you change your mind. “Alright, then. Whiskey, please.”

“Got you.”

Jungkook’s hand comes up to rub your thighs affectionately and he shoots you a reassuring grin to ease your tension - it’s weird, the fact that you’re an extroverted, outgoing person, and yet so stiff right now. All you can hope is for the whiskey to fulfill a wonder and bring your familiar confidence back.

And when Taehyung hands you the glass with some of the liquid, you chug it down in one go, not bothering about manners or shame as you wipe away the remnants of it from your lip, the alcohol burning in your throat and chest. Both men look at you in wonder as you exchange gazes before breaking out in a laugh.

“You’re a tough bunny,” Taehyung says with a tilt of his head, finishing his own drink quickly before he places his glass on the table, clapping his hands once. “Ready when you are!”

Now, that was fast. He doesn’t seem to like talking around a topic, getting straight to the point as he eyes your body from top to bottom, his tongue wetting his plush lower lip. Jungkook taps the couch lightly, his eyebrows furrowing. “Here?”

“No, you idiot. Of course not,” Taehyung scoffs, offering his hand to you. You look at Jungkook unsurely, still contemplating if he’s alright with everything that’s happening and about to go down soon. And when he nods in affirmation, you rest your palm on Taehyung's who pulls you up gently, nodding at Jungkook as he leads you to another room.

But stepping over the threshold of it, the mood changes completely, his bedroom the complete opposite of what you’ve left behind.

His sleeping place is dark, only lit by some candles that he’s planted in safe places; at the foot of the bed, he’s placed two or three things you can name, your mouth falling open in surprise.

Firstly, there is some type of cloth, silky and light blue from what you can tell from here, neatly folded and left in the corner next to some more unlit candles. Lastly, you recognize yet another cloth, this one less shiny and smaller than the others, seemingly woolen - however, you can’t figure out yet what he’s going to do with it, and you’re too excited to ask.

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed as he takes off his glasses, folding and placing them on his night table next to a bowl of water that has you tilt your head in wonder. “Before we start, I want to clear up a few aspects of all of this to both of you.”

Jungkook nods understandingly, signaling his friend to continue. “Things can get rough here. I’ve actually prepared some stuff that might help you, if it gets too intense. The water, for example. But what is most important is that you like what you’re feeling, that you’re okay with the things I do to you.” He pauses for a second, gauging your reaction briefly before he speaks on. “How much heat can you handle?”

Confused about the question, you search your brain for a good answer, thinking back to days when you’d curse at the blazing heat in the summer. “As long as it doesn’t hurt, I can cope with it, I guess.”

He nods, looking like a doctor who is explaining a diagnosis to you. “It won’t hurt, don’t worry.” Then, he raises a finger as if he’s remembering something of utmost importance before he asks, “Do you have a safeword?”

“I do,” you say in a firm tone, almost as if you’ve waited for this question, “skip.”

“Skip,” he tries out the word, nodding satisfied, “and when you’re okay, you just say exactly that, alright? Just an okay is enough. Or a no to my question of whether you need to use the word. Both of you.”

Jungkook is unusually quiet next to you, and you wonder if he’s changed his mind, wanting to step away from whatever he’s brought you into. But then, he says, “Alright. So, what exactly is going to happen now?”

“Yeah, about that. You won’t join for a while, if that’s okay for you. I’ll begin and tell you when you can come and do your thing. Again, there will be some things involved that you might not have done yet, and anytime you feel like it’s too much, speak up. Okay?”

“Understood,” you agree, eyes shifting to the extra material at his words. He follows your gaze and smirks but doesn’t address the topic anyhow. Apparently, it’s a surprise.

Jungkook rubs your back for a few seconds and whispers a small “have fun” into your ear before he takes a seat on the cushioned chair in the corner of the room. Unsure of what to do, you look at Taehyung, exhaling once before he motions you to come closer with a flick of his long finger. You obey, stepping to him, hovering right above him as you wait for him to talk, meeting his breathtaking gaze.

His hand reaches out to run along the hem of your shirt, his knuckles touching your warm skin under the fabric lightly before his fingers settle on your thigh gently. And then, he utters the first command of tonight.

“Take all of this off.”

You bite your lips as you watch him trail your body with his eyes, taking in every inch of you as you slowly grab your shirt, pulling it over your head. He brings his digits to your hip, his cold fingertips sending a shiver down your spine as you unbutton your tight jeans, sliding them down to your knees before he helps you out, letting you slip out of them entirely.

Taehyung knows he’s supposed to keep his calm, show you that he’ll be in control - but looking at your almost completely exposed body, he can’t help the desire rise up in him, memorizing each inch of your curves, edges, and smoothness of your skin. Thoughts of wrecking you completely put his head into a haze, the urge to throw you onto his bed and fuck you raw close to irresistible.

But you clearly aren’t here for him to use you - no, he will make sure that you leave with an experience that you’d always deem as memorable when you’d think back to it.

“That too,” he commands, tugging at your underwear.

Feeling the booze slowly kick in, you feel slightly light-headed, less anxious, and more excited to do whatever the man asks of you, ready to give yourself to both of them.

You look back at Jungkook. He has his elbow on the arm of the chair, his hand holding his jaw as he appears nonchalant - but the bulge that is already forming a visible, thick line in his pants, tells you otherwise.

Taehyung grabs your chin to shift your focus to him again, his hooded, dark eyes boring holes into yours. “Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me.” He grabs one of the candles beside him along with a match box from his night table, waiting for you to obey him while he lights the candle before placing it next to the bowl of water and blowing out the match.

You roll your eyes at his tranquility, but listen to him anyway. After getting rid of your panties and bra, you step a little closer, his mouth perfectly levelled with your breasts, but he doesn’t reach out, doesn’t let them tempt him just yet.

Instead, he grabs your ass, squeezing and rolling it for a few moments before his hands wander to your back, standing up and using his grip on you to swap places. The back of your knees hit the mattress, your legs almost giving in before he steadies you, his long fingers grazing your sides until they settle between your thighs.

Using his index and middle finger, he touches your folds slowly, delicately spreading them as he observes your reaction. He isn’t touching any sensitive spot yet, and still, the sensation causes a gasp to fall out of your mouth.

But instead of doing anything at all, he softly pushes you onto the bed, telling you to place yourself in the middle as he climbs over you, still fully clothed. “We’re gonna have some fun now, okay?” Taehyung mouths, not giving you enough time to answer before he leans down to press his lips against yours.

You can’t see or hear what Jungkook is doing. And from what you’ve gathered, Taehyung doesn’t want you to know either - all you can hope is that he’s okay instead of disgusted or weirded out by the sight in front of him.

Taehyung doesn’t seem to care much. He moves his mouth elegantly, lips parting easily before his tongue soon asks for access that you grant him immediately, and you moan faintly as you taste the mixture of alcohol and sweetness, pleased by the scent of vanilla that he’s emanating.

Low sounds escape his throat as his hands press into the mattress deeper, kissing you harder and needier, and you bury yours in his hair. It feels just as soft and smooth as you’ve imagined - yet, there is not much time to actually enjoy the feeling of him before he slaps your hands away, his gaze darkening as he pants.

“No touching for now,” he commands, eyes shifting to Jungkook. “What do you think, Jay-Kay? What should I do so Y/N keeps her hands to herself?”

You allow yourself to use this as an excuse to look at Jungkook briefly. He’s still sitting in the same position, but his palm is resting on his hardened cock, rubbing it ever so slightly. “I think it’s something you’ve thought of already, but - I’d suggest you tie her up.”

Surprise crosses your face, your mouth dropping open - the last thing you’ve ever thought you could hear stumble out of your boyfriend’s mouth was such a suggestion. You wonder why you have never tried this before.

Acting on Jungkook’s proposition, you watch Taehyung grab the silken cloth you’ve noticed earlier, unfolding it to reveal that it is long, but not wide - and as it seems, perfect to - yes, his next words confirm your assumption. “Hands above your head.”

“You don’t look like you could do something like this outside of the bedroom,” you hear Jungkook say suddenly as he chuckles.

Taehyung laughs at his words, focusing on your hands as he ties them together tightly, skillfully, before making sure you can’t get out of your confinement. He uses the remaining length of the cloth to bind a tight knot around his headboard railing, holding your arms in place.

“You’re not going to let me touch you? At all?”

“For now, Y/N,” he clarifies, squeezing one of your tits before he moves to get the other woolen material, too. You meet his stare and your breath hitches at the sight - his eyes hold unfathomable darkness that lures you in, captures your very soul, steals any air you are trying to draw. And you know without a doubt, that you’re on the path to utter and irrevocable ruination.

You drown in his hypnotic gaze, but not for too long - suddenly, without any explanation or warning, he blindfolds you, robbing you of another sense as he lifts your head to tie the cloth behind it. “Safeword?”

“No,” you breathe, already anticipating his next moves, “I’m okay.”

“Okay. Hold on.” And then you hear him move away, the weight on the bed shifting as you wait. You dare not ask him what he’s doing, as you figure this is the sole purpose of the sensory deprivation. You’re supposed to let him surprise you.

And you are surprised indeed when you feel his presence on your right side, again lingering in front of the night table, as it seems. Honestly, you shouldn’t be stunned. You saw him lighting the candle before and you knew they’d come into play at some point - after all, the room is well lit already, so there can’t be much that he can do with these remaining candles.

Maybe, you think, he’s just checking if they have melted enough. Maybe you’re holding your breath, because you’re eagerly waiting for the feeling of thick, liquid wax on your sensitive body.

Although you’re not one to deal with heat and hot things well, even waiting quite a while until you drink your tea, your body squirms with some type of excitement, the feeling of a nearing, warm body causing you to let out a quiet whine involuntarily.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you answer. And then you wait… and wait… and wait. But nothing happens. Stupid of you to think that wax would melt this fast - but why is he not doing anything at all?

“Taehyung?”

“Yes, baby. I’m here,” he says, and you feel your body go stiff. The nickname brings a new sensation into your stomach - not because of the word itself; it couldn’t sound any filthier out of his mouth, really. No, it’s entirely different from when Jungkook says it - there is no trace of sweetness or affection in Taehyung’s voice, but rather a shadow, a mystery that perfectly matches the endless lust you’re feeling right now.

And right before you’re about to cave in and beg for more, Jungkook suddenly beats you to it as you hear him plead, “Please, do something, Tae.”

The man in question sighs, and you can almost imagine him shaking his head. “Jungkook, I told you, you can be involved later.” You hear Jungkook shuffle in his seat, avoiding actual words as he hums affirmatively.

Taehyung laughs softly, the sound shifting from the right side to in front of you as he moves, and soon enough, you feel his hands on you again, slowly spreading your legs. You wet your lips, and your heartbeat increases tenfold when his fingertips run along the inside of your thighs, caressing your skin before then suddenly licking a stripe along the lines where his fingers had been a moment ago.

His lips suck on your skin diligently, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses and nibbling on your flesh alternately as he comes closer to your core. You already feel your pussy leaking, some of your juices running down your thigh as you press your legs together for one split second before he opens them again.

“Don’t make me tie these, too,” he warns, and you think you hear Jungkook sigh deeply in the background. You hate that he’s being so quiet, not uttering one sentence as you wait to get wrecked by his best friend. You wish you could feel your boyfriend’s hands on you, his lips on yours, his cock inside you; you wish he would just at least-

A wet, hot tongue against your center. You moan at the sudden feeling, your back arching as Taehyung repeats the action, the tip of his soft muscle lapping at your folds until he stops at your clit, circling it with an increasing pressure that has you whining.

“Fuck, Tae,” you moan out, hands curling into fists as you try to keep your legs as open as possible.

“Do you like having my tongue on you like this? Eating you up so good?”

You are so fucking hot. Taehyung really tries hard to keep his thoughts towards you neutral, just as he always does, fucking you for pleasure and nothing else - but you look so incredibly ethereal, your lips parted, hips squirming, back arched, and he feels himself spiralling more and more.

He realizes that it wasn’t the first time he’d thought of you in this way when he’d talked to Jungkook about it. He isn’t blind - your body and you as a whole aren’t something that he can ignore very well when he comes over to spend time with his friend.

“Fucking- hell,” you stammer, relishing in the feeling of his lips brushing your hard bud, “I do! I do…”

His lips enclose your clit and suck on it for a while before they move down again, starting to eat you out at a rougher pace while he moans, sending vibrations through your pussy that have you sink your nails into your palms. And before you know it, he indulges in a little game of varying between licking your folds and entrance dry and circling your clit, leaving one of these parts always aching when he neglects them.

You want his fingers to fuck into you, you want his mouth on your bundle of nerves - you want the whole package of stimulation, but you know he won’t give it to you this easily.

“So good,” you mutter, the sounds leaving your body almost not human - and Taehyung’s chest heats up instantly. “Don’t stop..”

His head is almost blank, making him wonder when he has felt like this the last time. All the women he brings home give him the sufficient satisfaction that he wants - but you? You are more than this, your scent intoxicating, your sweet taste blurring his thoughts; your body, softness, and sounds are putting him on edge so much that he forcefully has to resist to not bury his cock as deep inside you as possible.

He parts your legs wider, allowing him to sink deeper; his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs which has you moaning, whimpering as he makes out with your cunt. You feel your walls clench around nothing inside, your high nearing, and as your legs start to quiver, your moans becoming chipped and louder, he - suddenly removes himself completely.

“No!” you loudly protest, the volume of your voice unexpectedly high, and your legs come together - and this time, he doesn’t spread them again. “Taehyung, please.”

You hear a loud gasp from the corner of the room, and you know it’s Jungkook who’s just as deprived as you. His erratic breathing and the thought of him already, maybe, possibly being half-naked makes you shiver from desire.

“Patience, baby,” Taehyung cooes, you noticing that he is on your right side again, very close to you, “I’ll give you what you want. All in due time.”

“Be careful, Taehyung,” Jungkook suddenly says, his voice now firmer and steadier than his breathing had been a moment ago. The chair squeaks as you hear footsteps approaching you before he adds, “Try not to hurt her.”

He brings his body down and you feel his soft fingers brush your cheek gently. You lean into the touch, the warmth and comfort bringing a completely different feeling to your heart that you welcome gladly - but only, to be deprived of it soon after.

“I won’t, Jungkook. I promise, I’ve never hurt anyone,” Taehyung assures. “Sit back down. Make yourself comfortable - if it makes things any easier, help yourself.”

Your mouth widens at his words, imagining Jungkook sitting on his spot, stroking his length that you love so much at the sight of you. And as you think of this, longing spreading across your whole body, you hear Taehyung say, “This is going to feel different, Y/N,” before burning, hot drops land directly on your right thigh out of the blue, the thing that is clearly molten wax, already crusting on your skin.

It draws a sharp gasp out of you, having you whimper and tug at your restraint. And before you can calm down from it, you feel another hot bead of wax come down on your body, this time under your other leg, and a moan of his name threatens to ripple out of you.

“Safeword?” he asks, stopping his ministrations.

“No,” you pant, throwing your head back, trying to peek under the cloth, to see absolutely anything of what is happening.

A few seconds pass, and although you’re prepared to feel more wax touch your sensitive skin, it doesn’t come. Nothing comes until you open your mouth to ask why - instead, your words get stuck in your throat when Taehyung’s hand suddenly grabs one of your thighs, spreading your legs to give his fingers access to your drenched pussy.

His long digit caresses your folds, a lewd sound making its way to your ears as you cover him with your juices. You hear him moan faintly as he circles your clit before stopping at your entrance, only pushing his fingertip in slightly while gauging your reaction. You wiggle, your fingers intertwining as you try to hold onto anything at all, almost crying out when he finally pushes his whole finger in slowly.

But instead of moving it, he addresses his younger friend again, asking in a smug and amused voice, “what would you suggest I do next?”

Jungkook’s answer comes fast, without hesitation. “Make her cum.”

“Well… only, if she asks nicely. Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he says, his voice far away, his breath shaky. “Speak up.”

“I- I want to cum,” you breathe, his teasing making you go half insane. “Please.”

“Say that again.”

“Please, Taehyung, I-” you manage to whisper before he pulls his finger out and rams it into you again, starting to pump it at a delicate pace.

The mattress deepens near your legs again as he kneels in front of you, parting your thighs wide with his own as he adds a second finger, increasing the speed he’s fucking into you as the muscles of your stomach harden, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

You whimper quietly, suppressing screams as he spreads them inside you, scissoring motions having you press your lips together. He leans down, inhaling your scent before he remarks, “You can be louder. I want to hear you, baby. Show me and Jungkook how much you’re enjoying this. I’m sure he wants to hear you just as much as I do.”

Taehyung then adds another finger at the same time you feel the burning sensation of the wax drip onto your legs again, leaving a hot trail as his hand hovers above your hip and stops at your right breast. He watches in awe as you yell in pleasure, even after the wax has stopped trickling, and he feels his heart race at the sight of you.

By now, his three fingers are wrecking your pussy, his thumb coming up to your clit to rub against it deliciously, and right as you feel your walls clench again, you scream out, “I’m cumming! Taehyung, I’m cumming, don’t stop, please!”

But against your wishes, he does, and his action causes your eyes to sting, a single tear escaping them but getting caught on the blindfold. “Taehyung…”

“Taehyung, for fuck’s sake!” Jungkook agrees, but the mentioned man doesn’t pay attention to any of your complaints.

Instead, you listen carefully to what he is doing and you register the sound of a belt coming undone, clothes shuffling, something faintly thumping on the floor. And then, he speaks up again, “Y/N. Do you want to see what’s happening?”

Finally.

“Yes,” you mutter, eager to answer fast before he changes his mind. “Please.”

Taehyung climbs onto the bed and over you, reaching behind your head to undo the knot. At first, your vision is blurred, weird dots floating in the air as you try to adjust to the candlelight, trying to focus when you notice that he is almost completely exposed now, his shorts as the only piece of clothing covering his most intimate part.

The candle isn’t in his hand anymore and you look down to find several spots of you covered in the red material, already dried and sticking against you. He leans down to palm your tits, his tongue running along the skin of your neck before he inquires, “You want to cum?”

“Please,” you repeat, and right as the words leave your mouth, he slides his arm under you, shifting you so that your bind still holds, but your pussy faces Jungkook directly now. You have to admit, your limbs are getting sore above your head, hanging from the railing.

“Can I touch you?” you ask, your eyes glinting with hope, and he almost gives in.

“Soon, sweetheart.”

You look down at Jungkook who looks completely fucked out, his gaze wild. You notice that he has unbuttoned his pants and slid his hand under it, slowly stroking his cock as he takes in the view in front of him.

“Now you can take a closer look, Jungkook,” Taehyung says with a light chuckle, not giving any of you much time before he spreads your folds again, only running along them once before he inserts two of his fingers, starting at a harsh pace. You throw your head back in pleasure, back arching as you yell out.

Jungkook watches the way you take Taehyung’s digits so easily, the wet sound filling the room as you near your release. Each time Taehyung thrusts in and out, your hips move with his actions, rolling and struggling to stay still.

Taehyung soon silences you with a kiss, his tongue immediately playing with yours as you continue letting out muffled moans into his mouth, feeling his hard length press and rub against your hips through the thin fabric of his underwear.

And when he rolls his fingertip over your clit yet again, harder, faster this time, you break the kiss, your head falling to the side as a scream leaves you. The coil in your stomach builds up fast, all the tension and ruined orgasms catching up to you as your walls clench hard.

He continues finger fucking you, rubbing your bud skillfully as he watches your face contort in delight, finally cumming all over his digits and palm, your arousal running down your thighs and covering his sheets. Taehyung fingers you through your orgasm as you come down from it, panting hard before he pulls his fingers out to wipe your cum on your stomach in a sloppy line.

Your eyes are closed, your mind in a complete haze and you don’t understand first that he’s talking to you. He grabs your cheeks, his face coming close to yours. “Open your eyes, baby. That was nothing yet. I will completely ruin you.”

Ruin you.

Eyelids opening, you catch the sight of his lips first, turned upwards to a smirk.

“And from now on,” he starts, his finger tracing your cheek, jaw and neck, “keep your eyes on me. Only on me. Understood?”

You nod and he stands - and for the first time in your somewhat clear mind, you take in his lean body. His broad shoulders, beautiful clavicles, and toned skin make you gasp; his thighs are thick and strong. And then you see his erection hard under his shorts, standing there proudly, long and thick, just the perfect size. He pulls the remaining clothing down, and when you see his cock bounce against his stomach, you only stare in awe, drooling as you hold in the plea to finally enter you.

He leans forward, his chest barely touching yours and your gaze follows his. Seeing what he does fills you with excitement, goosebumps forming on your skin as he unexpectedly unties you, your arms falling down as you notice how numb they feel. You rub at your wrists and shake your hands before Taehyung pulls you up into a sitting position, placing a hand on the back of your head as he comes close, his hard cock directly in front of your face.

His free hand strokes his hardness and you subconsciously come closer. And when you notice that your face is only inches away, and that you could practically stick out your tongue and taste the tip, you look up at him, your eyes asking for permission.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks in his baritone voice, mouth parting as his hand moves up and down his cock.

You hesitate, gulping hard. “I want to suck you…”

“You do?”

A nod from you makes his jaw clench before he questions without looking away from you, “Should I let her, Jungkook?”

“You’re the conductor here, Tae,” Jungkook answers, panting heavily, his voice nothing more than a mere whisper.

Taehyung’s tongue darts out to lick his lips as he pulls your head in closer, and you automatically open your mouth, wrapping it around his swollen, reddened head with light pressure.

Carefully sticking out your tongue, your circle his cock, licking at the leaking precum as your eyes never leave his at his own order. Slowly, you take him in deeper, wetting his length with the saliva that has collected in your mouth, the feeling of his veins and smooth skin making you moan against him. The vibrations draw reactions out of him immediately and he briefly closes his eyes and bites his lips before he starts moving his hips.

Starting at a pleasant pace, he soon pounds into you, having you furrow your eyebrows as you try not to gag. Instead, you gasp around him, hands grabbing his thighs to hold on to something as his fist clenches around the bunch of hair tighter, matching the movements of your head with those of his hips.

“You’re such a good girl. Is she always such a good girl, Jungkook?” Taehyung asks in between pants, moaning as he looks at his friend.

“She’s perfect, Tae,” your boyfriend answers, and with a side look, you see that he’s barely holding on - as you know him, he just hasn’t cum yet, because he wants to do so inside you. And suddenly, this aching urge to have him near, touch his comforting warmth grows inside you again, your eyes tearing as you suck Taehyung’s girth, swallowing around him.

But the latter only shifts your focus on him again, his hooded eyes intense, and you find yourself getting lost in them. Again, you mewl, one of your hands wrapping around the parts of him your lips can’t reach, moving up and down as your mouth sucks him harder. You tighten the walls inside, causing him to groan, your tongue rubbing against his throbbing cock as you relish in the sound of his panting.

And then, he yanks your head away, his chest heaving as sweat glistens on his temple, his piercing glare feral, dark, filled with lust and impatience. As he brings himself down, he pushes you into the mattress, signalling that the moment you’ve been waiting for has finally arrived, the game between him and you advancing as he makes himself comfortable between your legs and aligns his cock with your hungry cunt.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he demands as he hovers over you, looking just as fucked out as you feel. “Tell me.”

He opens your pussy with his cock, pushing it in just slightly enough to feel him, but not enough in the way you want him to. Your breathing quickens immensely as you try to formulate a sentence, your hands fondling with your breasts driving both of the men crazy.

“I want you to fuck me,” you finally breathe, the anticipation so intense, you feel your eyes sting.

“Should I?” Taehyung slides in a little deeper and you hiss, but he stops right where his head ends, most of his wet shaft still outside. He looks at Jungkook, and you follow his gaze, eyes widening as you see your boyfriend with his own cock out, the jeans and underwear pushed down to his knees. “Should I fuck her, Jungkook?”

The man in question exhales deeply, head tilting to meet your eyes before he mutters, “Fuck her. She’s waited too long now, Tae.”

“Don’t worry, Kook,” Taehyung reassures before he bottoms out, eliciting a surprised and loud groan out of you as your head snaps to him, “it’ll be your turn very soon.”

You grab the sheets under you when his gaze shifts to you, his eyes too unbelievably dark to be called human, but rather belonging to someone who’d swallow you whole - if he only could. In the light of the candles, only one side of his face gets illuminated, and his expression is wild, thirsty, eager to drink all of you.

And when you see it, you know he’s going all-in at last, unleashing whatever intense desire he has kept in himself all this time. He spreads your legs wider, taking only two seconds before he snaps completely.

“Shit, you feel way too good,” Taehyung states, his eyebrows furrowing from the sensitivity. He leans forward to press a chaste kiss against your mouth, his index finger touching your lips lightly before you part them and suck on his digit seductively.

Letting out a deep growl, his hips pull back nearly entirely before he rams into you with one quick thrust, having you yelp, your whimpers muffled by his finger on your tongue. Repeating the action a few times, he finally leans back again, shooting you a smug smirk before he shifts to get into the best position.

After all the preparation of tying you up, playing with wax, licking and fingering you, your pussy is a hot, leaking mess, ready to take whatever he’d give you now - he knows that as well as you. And he proves it to you when he starts at a merciless pace, not bothering to ease you in further as you’re already too far gone, too much in a headspace that wouldn’t allow you to be able to take slow sex anyway.

Between shaky breaths, you let out sounds you’ve never heard come out of your mouth before. Taehyung is holding your hips so tightly that he is probably bruising them, and his eyes have the hardest time deciding what they should look at: your bouncing tits that are moving so delicately? The picture of his cock pumping in and out of your throbbing cunt as he stretches you completely? Or rather your face that is twisted beautifully, so gorgeous to look at, your hair flowing around you as if it was liquid?

Whatever it is, it spurs him on even more, his mind going blank as his hips fuck you harder on their own sheer will, wrecking you, ruining you entirely. The sweat you see on his forehead, the darkness of the room, Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s pants, the cock twitching inside you - everything comes together and ignites a fire in you so intense that you let out another scream.

“Holy fucking shit, baby,” Jungkook breathes, his hand moving faster around his hardness as his hips thrust into it, his brain empty except for the thought of wanting to finally fuck you sore.

You turn to him again, your mouth open as you watch him jerk off, your arms grabbing Taehyung’s to steady yourself. You don’t get to look at Jungkook for long though before the man in front of you leans down to grab your face again, turning it to him as he growls almost angrily, “I told you to keep your eyes on me, didn’t I?”

He lunges in with two particularly hard thrusts before he pulls out completely, eyeing your messy state as he pulls you up, shifting you so that you find yourself on your knees somehow, your underarms pressing into the mattress when he pushes your torso down.

“But it seems you rather want to look at him - so have it,” he says through gritted teeth, his possessiveness leaving you speechless. Instead of answering, you look at Jungkook, your eyes rolling back when you feel Taehyung enter you once more, his thick cock being wrapped in your sensitive walls again.

And in this position, he reaches you even deeper, not stopping until his whole length is buried inside you before pulling back again, and when he repeats this action hard and fast, it has your body slip forward.

With one smooth motion and his hand grabbing your hips, he pulls you back again, your palms falling flat on the bed as you widen the gap between your legs, your stomach almost touching the sheets.

“Fuck,” you hear Taehyung mutter as he grabs the flesh of your ass, squeezing it hard, “such a good girl. You got yourself such a perfect girl, Jungkook.”

At the sound of his name, your eyes shoot open and you suddenly see him standing, approaching you before he kneels down near the edge of the bed.

Tears collect in your eyes, your body so overwhelmed and torn between love and pleasure that you whimper his name. And when he registers your tone, he grabs your hand with his own while the other cups your cheek affectionately.

“Jungkook…” you whisper again, and you see his doe eyes widen before they glance at Taehyung, signalling him something that you don’t understand.

You feel Taehyung’s pace falter a little, his breath almost heavier than yours as he asks almost panicky, “Safeword? I’m sorry, I got… carried away.”

You shake your head, your head dizzy and eyes falling shut as you clench Jungkook’s hand with both of yours, his name the only thing on your lips before you finally answer, “No. I just- I needed something to hold on to, and…”

Both wait for you to continue and when you don’t, Jungkook lifts your head, looking at you in worry. “And what, baby?”

“I want you, too,” you admit, a sudden, gentle but effective thrust of Taehyung’s hips drawing a moan out of you. “Ah - God, I- I want you both.”

“I know you do, baby,” your boyfriend says as he wipes the hair out of your face, leaning in to kiss you. Then, he looks at his friend again, and you reckon the latter must’ve given him some type of permission, because in the next moment you see Jungkook stand up, removing his shirt and pushing down his jeans and underwear completely.

You look at his swollen tip, the way his hands are stroking his length, twitching in his fist as he hears your lewd sounds again when Taehyung continues fucking into you hard.

“Do you want to take me, baby?” Jungkook asks, his free hand squeezing the shoulder that is not held by Taehyung gently.

“Yes. Please,” you plead, your tongue licking your lower lip as you already feel your pussy tighten. You know it won’t take much anymore to have you slipping off the edge again, to cum around Taehyung’s perfect cock and hear his moans again when you clench around him tightly.

Jungkook grabs one of your hands again before he brings his girth to your mouth, your lips spreading as your tongue darts out, licking away the salty pre-cum before he comes closer, aiding you.

And once his cock slides in as much as you can take, Taehyung starts pumping in anew, having your body jerk forward and Jungkook’s cock hitting the back of your throat. You try hard not to gag as you wail, wrapping your lips around his cock as you start to suck - well, in reality, you don’t have to do much at all. Taehyung fucking you raw has your torso move on its own accord, giving all three of you what you’re yearning for right now.

The rumbling around Jungkook’s cock has his throat let out low groans; his head falls back as his fingers squeeze your hand once before he lets go and buries it in your hair.

“Perfect, Y/N. You’re so beautiful… so hot... doing well - so well, baby,” Taehyung praises, and at his words, a new fire ignites in your belly, the coil tightening as you chase your high.

Your eyes shift to Jungkook’s perfect jaw, and when a loud, questioning sound escapes you, he looks down and pulls back, immediately asking you what’s wrong. And when you tell him you’re close, that you need to come so badly, the men look at each other briefly. A glance at the one behind you shows him grinning, his smile almost gentle and sweet, if there wasn’t this everlasting gloom in his features, the heaving of his toned chest and the sinfulness of his actions.

“You deserve to cum,” he drawls, leaning forward until he almost lays on you, and his lips ghost over the shell of your ear. Goosebumps forming, you feel one of his arms snake around you to grab your tits, pressing and kneading them until he starts moving again. While his thick cock picks up the pace, the long digits of his free hand brush over your stomach until they reach your aching and neglected clit.

Before you can scream again, you grab Jungkook’s cock, burying it in your mouth once again as he lets out a surprised gasp, his breath hitching and abs stiffening.

“Fucking hell, baby. The absolute fucking hell,” he whines when you take him in completely, the pressure on your clit robbing all your sanity as your and Taehyung’s moans become one single, unsteady melody. It seems as if all the light in the world has vanished, leaving back only blurry shadows and you three are the center of the black hole, sucking in all the dark desire in existence.

And at the unholy way your orgasm takes over your body in a blistering sensation, creeping up every inch of your skin as your mind goes blank, you bawl, your mouth drawing back from your boyfriend’s cock as your upper body falls into the mattress with Taehyung against your back. Your heated, fervent chest presses against the sheets, and he growls when he feels your walls clench and release around him, the pressure almost torturous as he bites down into your shoulder hard, fucking into you a few times more until even he can’t take it anymore.

“I- oh, oh God, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he only articulates as his arms start to shake around your breasts, his cum finally filling the deepest point of you, painting your velvet walls white, teeth still scraping your skin lightly. Barely registering Jungkook’s voice, your eyes open, noticing how Taehyung is pressing chaste kisses on your back before he pulls out.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks from above as you roll to the side, your damp back hitting the dry sheets.

You’d agreed to a threesome - one that has positively wrecked you until now. But as you think about the past - what, minutes, hours? - you can’t help but feel as if something is still missing. Taehyung has given you all he could, his beautiful body, ministrations and skills throwing you over the brink not once but twice; yet this was a threesome, right? Sucking Jungkook’s cock while he watched most of the time didn’t seem fair - not towards you, him, or the definition of the term that had brought you here.

“I want you, baby,” you declare when he sits down next to you, still naked and unfucked. His eyes widen when your finger traces his buff bicep, following the veins in his arms as you await his answer.

Taehyung lets out a deep laugh. Still seated right beside you, he brings his hand to your sore clit, collecting the leaking cum before he stuffs it back into you, squeezing your folds shut as if this could prevent the liquid from running out. “Seems like she still wants more.”

Jungkook eyes you in a mixture of suspicion and worry, his head tilting slightly before he asks, “Are you sure you can take it?”

“I can always take you,” you answer promptly, knowing fully well that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, your pussy already overstimulated. But why would you care with two gorgeous men by your side, living life in this tasteful and ferocious moment only? “I promise I can.”

And without needing any other invitation, his lips crash down onto yours, grabbing your face affectionately. Your body starts writhing immediately, hands palming his neck as you pull him down to you, pressing yourself against him tightly.

Watching the naked figures of you and Jungkook collide, your tits against his chest, your perfect ass sticking out with your back arched, Taehyung inhales deeply when he feels his cock twitch again. But no matter how much he desires you, he has to hold back now, giving you love doves the chance you haven’t had all night long.

Your tongue melds with Jungkook’s, your hand tugging at his hair until it elicits a moan out of him - and then, when he’s devouring you like his last meal on earth, you pull his head away, looking at his enchanting, shiny gems of eyes as you sigh in excitement, “I’ll ride you.”

And before he can protest, you lift yourself up, straddling him with all the strength you can muster as you sit on his wet cock, some of Taehyung’s cum still dripping out of you and onto Jungkook’s rock hard length. You run your hands over his thick neck, his firm chest, his chiseled abs. You lean down, pressing a tongue-less but hard kiss onto his lips before you back away again, feeling Taehyung’s presence right diagonally behind you on the bed.

You lift your body to align Jungkook’s girth with your longing pussy, rubbing the head against your folds a few times before you slowly sink down, impaled on his cock completely. After being manhandled for quite some time, you decide to take things in your own hands, fucking Jungkook the way you are used to - everything almost the same, except for the fact that his friend is right there. And damn your instincts, if he doesn’t join you both as you’re predicting, the thought spurring you on so much that it alone makes you moan out loud.

“I’ll make you feel good, sweetheart,” you whisper when you move your hips a little, feeling him fill you up just like Taehyung had a few minutes ago. Your burning pussy needs a few soft movements until it gets used to him, and you finally start moving up and down his cock, your eyes closed, your hand gripping one of your tits tightly as you bite your lip.

From where Jungkook is lying, his hands digging into your waist in pleasure, you look astonishing, your mesmerizing features and curves so perfect that one might think you’ve been carved by a professional, a perfect sculpture as it is described in books and seen in museums.

And feeling your hands slide down to hold onto his shoulders as you bounce as if in a fever, he can’t help but feel affection flood through him. “God, you’re so impossibly- mmh… beautiful,” he manages to express, watching the way you swipe your hair over to one side, licking your perfect lips in such a mind-blowing and sexy manner.

“I am?” you ask teasingly - but before you get a comprehensive answer, you suddenly feel Taehyung’s hands on you, palming your breasts from behind as his lips press against your neck.

You gasp in surprise, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he nips at your skin gently, a small smile forming against you before he says, “You truly are.”

Your breath hitches when you feel his newly hardened length poke against your ass and his nimble fingers grabbing your wrists before he pulls your arms behind your back, holding them there while you focus hard on riding Jungkook.

While your arms are - again - situated in place, your free fingers fumble until they find Taehyung’s cock, your mouth twitching into a smirk when you start pumping his hardness. He moans against your cheeks, the pulsating sound echoing in your brain as you fuck Jungkook harder, the man squirming and grimacing under you - and you can see he’s close, all the tormenting situations today probably having edged him enough.

“Hands away,” Taehyung practically orders, pulling his cock away before he positions it between your ass cheeks. Gasping at the contact, you turn to look at him and he immediately claims your lips, kissing you in an indecipherable impatience that wasn’t there before. This is different, his touch is another kind of possessiveness than when he’d started all of this.

And when he releases your lips, he grabs the nape of your neck to push you forwards, bringing your face close to Jungkook’s who has his jaw clenched, clearly trying to delay his orgasm as whines fall out of his mouth. You think he’s trying to say something, but only manages to communicate in vowels and nasal huffs, the words dying in his throat like they often do when he’s inside you.

Meanwhile, Taehyung is rubbing his cock against your slit crazily, obviously having lost all control, not even asking for the safeword anymore - not that you’d use it anyway. And when he removes his fingers from your nape to press into your neck lightly, literally taking your breath away, you feel new cum drool onto your body and down your legs as Taehyung reaches his peak once more, covering your and Jungkook’s skin.

A slap lands on one of your ass cheeks as he finally lets your arms go and as you scream out, you wonder if this was supposed to be a thanking pat or an actual spank. Either way, it tightens the knot in your stomach as you move on your boyfriend’s cock, your pussy feeling sore and your legs soon cramping.

“Jungkook…” you whisper as he removes the hair out of your eyes, cupping your face as his thumb runs over your sweaty temple. “I love you so much, Jungkook. You can let go, baby.”

Taehyung again starts rubbing hasty circles against your clit, all his sudden motions making you yell out in pleasure, and the fact that you don’t see them coming, makes your orgasm approach faster.

And while you’re the one cooing at Jungkook, holding his face, kissing his lips, muttering loving words as you gaze into his beautiful doe eyes that are now filled with thrill - it is also you who tumbles over the border first. The love for him, the passion between you, all the blissful moments catching up to you within seconds, accompanied by these delightful touches of the man behind you, turn your vision white and let you ascend into an unknown space.

“That’s right. Cum all over him, Y/N,” Taehyung says, his hand slowing down as he helps you ride through your orgasm before he pulls back completely.

“I fucking love you, too, baby,” Jungkook whispers against your plush lips, noticing the way you’re slipping into tiredness and consequently rams into you, hard, roughly, chasing his own high. “My precious baby. My gorgeous, beautiful, amazing girl.”

You lean your forehead against his as he continues thrusting up until he finally finds his release, his eyes closing and lips trembling, the firm muscles of his bicep and arms flexing hard. He digs his nails into your flesh, having you whimper in ecstasy when he too cums inside you, mixing his seed with Taehyung’s before he eventually goes limp under you.

His body relaxes under your touch, your fingertips running across his skin soothingly as you whisper love confessions and praises into his ear, telling him just how much he means to you. You don’t quite understand what he mumbles back as he calms down, but you know very well that his words contain more promises, answers to your promises and affectionate declarations.

And now, somehow, it’s over.

Whatever the fuck has happened today, it has eventually reached its end, ending in heavy breaths, aching limbs and all of you lying across the bed to wind down, Jungkook’s cock soft when you finally lift yourself off him.

You are done. Physically and mentally ruined, just as Taehyung had promised, your insides cooling down as you stare at the ceiling, the lights of the candles having become even dimmer now after all the time that has passed.

With your body half dragging itself, half pulled by Jungkook, you clean up with towels and hot water that Taehyung has provided you after you’ve declined to stay the night or use his shower. As much as you’ve enjoyed all of this, this man is dangerous - you can’t guarantee to not wake up to another fuck, another threesome that would absolutely and ultimately destroy you.

After all, you have work in two days.

And when you’re fully dressed, your vision still hazy, brain still foggy, you almost laugh at the way you talk to Taehyung. It’s nearly as if you’re saying your goodbyes to an old friend after hanging out at his place to play video games and watch movies.

His lean and tall frame rests against the white wall in the entryway while Jungkook holds your hand tightly, speaking to his friend about work and what they have to finish before Tuesday. Taehyung’s tone is nonchalant - it practically seems like he doesn’t give a single thought to the fact that he’s been inside you, done all these things to you.

However, as you open the door to step out, ready to talk about this night to Jungkook in detail, he shoots you a look as one of his eyebrows raises. “Come whenever you want. My door is always open for you two.”

You feel yourself gulp, chest tightening when you finally nod and wave goodbye, his stare still lingering on where you’ve stood long after you’re gone.

Your gaze is fixed on the ceiling and by now you’ve stared so long at the illuminated stars that Jungkook put there months ago, it feels like they’re burned in your eyes. And when he turns around to wrap an arm around your waist, moving the bed as a consequence, you blink, seeing the pictures of the fake plastic sky behind your eyelids.

“Why are you still awake?” he mumbles against your cheek before his lips press a soft kiss onto it, pulling you closer into him.

You sigh as you engulf in his warmth, slight goosebumps forming on your skin, although the room has been heated for two hours. “I was… just thinking. About today.”

He chuckles quietly before he asks, “Yeah? You really did like it, huh?”

“I mean…” you start, turning sideways to press yourself flush against him, “you kept saying he might do something different than you. Something you could learn. So, did it change anything?”

Jungkook presses his lips together and thinks, images of tonight coming back. “I guess so. Though, I’d find it hard in the beginning… all that wax stuff. It was fucking hot, but I’d be too scared to hurt you.”

“No need. It was hot. But also, don’t do what you’re not comfortable with, baby,” you tell him, brushing his nose with your own, lips just inches away.

“You are, though. I mean, for maximum effect we could just go back to Taehyung again.” He says it in such a serious tone, his voice steady, fingers ghosting over your skin, that you think he might not be joking.

“Are you joking?” you speak your thoughts, but he doesn’t budge, doesn’t grin, laugh or smile.

Instead, he shakes his head before he nibbles at the shell of your ear, goosebumps intensifying. “I’m not. It was sexy to watch - and you obviously had fun with both of us. From what I’ve seen, he was completely fucked out, too. So, why not?”

Most of the times, the positions had clearly been beneficial especially for Taehyung - you just now realize that you couldn’t quite see his face often enough to describe and confirm what Jungkook is narrating right now.

“Why? How? You don’t have a problem with this at all?” you ask him in surprise - agreeing to it once was one thing, but him wanting it again, after it has happened? After seeing what Taehyung is capable of doing? It astounds you.

He wipes the hair out of your face as he brings his lips closer to yours, kissing you passionately, but harmlessly before he answers, “It made you feel good. And all I want is for you to feel good. I know it’s me who you’ll stay with - and whatever Taehyung does to you, you’re mine.”

And that you are. There is no doubt about this and no insecurity in you that would say otherwise or deny his statement.

But as you start to doze off, filled with love that is targeted towards the man in your arms, you feel the ache in your thighs, in your wrists, in your stomach and in your heart - and the last thing you hear before you finally slip off, is the ungodly, deep voice of Taehyung, the whisper of the same five words that had hypnotized you, lured you in further today.

“I will completely ruin you.”

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[gaysimpsstuff]

Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good! 

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (Lemme know if you wanna be added to or removed from the Taglist)

Remember to check if requests are open before sending in a request. This was made while requests were still open.

Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has. 

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a  l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean. 

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut. 

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?” 

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you. 

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood  practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him. 

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS). 

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!” 

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected. 

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days. 

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose. 

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed. 

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you. 

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough. 

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by  pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses. 

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day. 

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off. 

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard

[donald4spiderman]

could you write something where reader sends noods😁 to spencer and he’s like on the metro or driving or just somewhere public and he completely gets super flustered and drops his phone and yeah…the rest is up to you! also i use she/her pronouns if that’s okay. btw love your blog & your writing! have a good day!

THIS!! fulfilling my filthy exhibitionism kink rn. i took some creative liberties with the story but i hope you like it!

TW: nude photos, implied smut, slight sub!spencer & exhibitionism

part 2

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When Hotch notified you that Morgan and Spencer were scheduled for a road trip to an FBI conference in New York City, your first reaction was reluctance— you’d be without Spencer, your boyfriend, for four whole days. Usually, the two of you spent every waking moment of the day together. So solving crime without him, as well as going home to an empty apartment, saddened you a bit.

However, the more you thought about it, the more you were open to the idea of him being on the road with Morgan. The two of you discussed your curiosity with exhibitionism, so you decided that now would be the perfect opportunity for some long distanced sexual torture.

Much to Spencer’s chagrin, you pried his wandering hands off of your body before bed, insisting that he needed sleep for his long day ahead. You kissed his pouty lips, assuring him that you’d make it up to him eventually. Little did he know, you were formulating an evil plan in your head.

About four hours into Spencer and Morgan’s drive, his phone vibrated thrice. He raised his hips to fish his phone out of his back pocket, unlocking it only to find three of the most erotic, dirty, downright filthy photos of your body he’s ever seen.

Morgan’s eyes are still on the road, so Spencer leans to the right of his seat, tilting his phone away from his friend so he can scroll through your nudes without interruption.

The first is the most modest of them all; a high-angled shot of your breast and thighs clad in a matching black lace lingerie set. He can make out your hand trailing into the top of your waistband.

He’s already hard.

The second one is slightly more revealing. Your breast are free from the bra, and you’re gripping the underside of your boobs, propping them up perfectly for the camera.

You know how much he loves your boobs.

The third photo isn’t a photo at all— it’s a video. Spencer cranks the volume all the way down once he realizes this, narrowly missing the sounds of you fucking two fingers into your pussy. He’d give anything to be able to hear your moans and whimpers right now, and he curses himself for not bringing headphones.

His hands shake rapidly as he responds to your messages.

Spencer: Fuck me.

Spencer: I hate you.

(Y/N): Having fun?

Spencer can hear your smirk through the phone.

Spencer: I think we need to pull over at a gas station so I can deal with my problem. Thanks a lot :(

(Y/N): You are so very welcome <3

Morgan glances over at Spencer once they stop at a red light, concerned by the genius's flushed face and jittery hands.

“Reid?” He asks. No response. “Reid!”

Spencer jolts up, “U-Uh y-yeah?”

“You alright? What you got there?”

Spencer shields his phone screen, “N-nothing! N-None of your business!”

Morgan narrows his gaze, “Okay... you’re being weird.”

“Am not!”

The red light changes to green, and when Morgan steps on the gas, the force of the car sends Spencer’s phone flying up onto the dashboard— face up.

Morgan catches a quick glance at your messages before quickly averting his eyes, “Woah, Reid! What the hell are you looking at?”

“Nothing!” Spencer screams, turning off his phone and throwing it into the bag in front of him. “W-What did you see?”

“Please tell me that was not (Y/N).”

“Who else would it be?” He exclaims, causing Morgan to fall into a fit of laughter.

Morgan wiggles his eyes rows suggestively. “Y’all are freaky-freaky.”

“S-Shut up! You weren’t supposed to see that!”

“I don’t even wanna know what you two do when you’re alone. You had me fooled, kid. I thought you were some innocent little angel--turns out you and your girl are sexting it up on company time.”

Spencer’s blush travels down his neck, “Can we please not talk about this anymore.”

“Fine.” Morgan nods. “But when we get back, you and (Y/N) won’t hear the end of it.”

Spencer was not looking forward to it.

[olderthannetfic]

Hey person who sent in the proshipper aligned ask here

Ok so what I sent in was kind of ambiguous but I see y’all assuming stuff and wanted to clear it up cause this got out of hand

Firstly to answer that chocopot person no i didn’t say any of that, you can write draw do whatever you want I legit don’t care have fun and don’t put words in my mouth

And to another reblogger, no don’t bully weird people? I didn’t say that either

I said what I said cause some people guy was like “oh yeah I just draw this guy raping his son haha it’s gonna be so fucked up 🥰” and I thought it was kinda weird so I blocked them end of, if they wanna do that it’s fine it just made me feel uncomfortable

Y’all need to calm down and stop assuming the worst ok

Also calling what I said “dumbassary” hurt, the people who send in these asks can see that you know, if I was being a straight up asshole I’d understand but I was just stating that some stuff made me a little suspicious and uncomfortable

How did this go so wrong wtf

--

Simple: Because you went beyond saying you were uncomfortable around weird stuff and into saying it made you suspicious. Your previous ask had that vibe even if it did not make it text like this one.

What you are saying here is that some thought crimes are real.

You're saying it in a more oblique way than some and pointing only to things you find more extreme and also focusing on your personal emotional reaction, all of which makes your response feel milder to a lot of people, but at heart, when someone's fictional tastes make you suspicious, that's what you're saying.

I do not use the term 'proshipper' for myself because many, many of them do think this way: The anti position that believes in many thought crimes is too extreme, and only certain thought crimes are real. They think they're different from antis, but they replicate the same errors that antis' philosophical positions do.

Whereas my view is that no thought crimes are real.

If the person making rape art felt the need to bother you about it, then yeah, they have bad boundaries. That's not a proship problem: that's a bad boundaries problem. Regardless of whether that was the case, if they make you uncomfortable, you're right to block them. It's fine to find some kinks super squicky. I find plenty of commonplace kinks squicky. It means nothing about the kink itself, but I do try to avoid those things.

You come into my inbox and ask me to tacitly approve of saying that some kinks are extreme enough that they do mean the person is dangerous. Obviously, a hardline fantasy =/= reality person like me will not be pleased.

I don't like people with shitty boundaries either, but that's not a feature of either proship or anti philosophies. It's a feature of individual jackasses. So when you say you avoid the word, it does indeed remind me of people who avoid the word 'feminist' because of quibbling objections.

When people tell me they don't use the word 'proship' because they think that philosophy should be the unmarked default, I don't have this reaction. I'm not obsessed with people self-identifying this way. I just think that this particular kind of objection betrays things you may not have realized about your own position.

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

NSFW Alphabet- Joe Toye

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

 Ok, so here’s the 411- Joe gives it his all when y’all are fucking. He’s flipping you around into different positions, he’s gripping whatever part of your body he can get his hands so he can reach deeper faster harder better, Joe is fully prepared to do all the work. 

That being said, the boy’s EXHAUSTED by the time he’s done with you. You’re lucky if he doesn’t collapse on you in a sweaty, sleepy mess. But after he’s had a second to regroup and rally- he’s totally down for some pillow talk. 

WARNING: it’s going to be in that sexy husky voice of his, which means round two is imminent.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 Ok, so our Joe’s hot. Like, really hot. He is fully aware of how good he looks- sometimes to the point of arrogance. If he had to pick just one part of himself, it’d probably be his arms. He likes knowing that he can always fight his way out of a sticky situation, but what he really likes is how your hands feel when they clutch at his biceps while getting sexy. (He also really gets soft when you run your fingers up and down his arms/forearms while sitting around and talking with the guys shh shh shh)

On you? Your hands- this boy never thought of hands being sexy until he watched yours dance across a map while discussing plans of action. His eyes followed their motions like a moth follows a flame- and when they touched HIS HAND for the first time? Boner city. Population: this guy.

 C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

MESSY BOY. OH MY GOD.

He’s BIG into marking you, and if you gave him the ok (he always checks first) he’d gladly paint you in it (he gets very caveman when it comes to marking you as his ffs what a horndog). 

But if you aren’t into that? Not a problem. Simply seeing his cum on your hands (which we’ve established he’s super into) is enough for him. Inside of you works too, FYI. He’s very accommodating.

 D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

 He once secretly got off in class while watching you disassemble and reassemble your rifle. Your fingers moved so fast and confidently that he couldn’t help but wonder what ~other~ confident things they could do (his mind instantly pictured you fingering yourself and he’s only a little bit sorry about how depraved he is). He’d kneaded the heel of his hand against his cock under the table and to this day he has no idea how he wasn’t caught.

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced is a good way to describe Joe, bc in cruder company he’d be called a fuckboy. He’s had more partners than the average Joe (lol sorry) but not nearly as many as someone like Tab or Nix or Liebgott have had. He just lived a full-ass life and, due to him being a stud, he’s never been wanting for company.

 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

 Anything with him on top is his comfort zone. He likes feeling in control, and he really likes being able to see how good he’s making you feel. 

Bonus points if he can grip your neck a lil bit.

 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

 Joe is goofy in the sense that he likes to tease you, maybe antagonize you a lil. He knows that you get off on it- that you like when he points out how good he’s making you feel, or lightly chastising you for how quickly you’re going to cum. He doesn’t mean it, and if you were ever to tell him to back off he’d be totally down.

 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

 Dark, curly, trimmed but not ~groomed~, you know?

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

 Personally, He seeks to establish intimacy during the afterglow, curling around you once the sweat has cooled and your breathing has evened out. Face touches, greedy but sweet kisses? Joe Toye’s your guy.

HOWEVER!: If he thinks you could use some during the act, he’s game. If you ask for it? HE’S WHATEVER MORE THAN BEING GAME IS. Get over here, hot stuff.

 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

 He does it whenever he feels the urge. It’s not a huge deal for him. 

He’d prefer sex with you obviously, but if you’re not feeling it or it’s not a good time then he’ll take care of himself. In a perfect world, you could both do some mutual masturbation. He absolutely thinks of you while he does it, tho.

 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

 Choking kink. Wow wow wow. Nothing extreme- he doesn’t feel comfortable cutting off your airflow or anything, but a hand around the throat certainly adds a nice primitiveness to the experience. 

If you choke him, however: different story.

Joe finds that EXTREMELY hot. Oh my God. It plays into his weird obsession with your hands/touch. It reminds him that you’re just as into him as he is with you, and he is a big fan of you getting a lil rough with him now and again. 

Pin him down by his throat as you ride him? He’s done for.

 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

 Any time, anywhere- as long as he can be sure that you won’t be interrupted. There are exceptions to this (see Risk). 

 M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

 Little touches from you can really get him going. Lacing your fingers with his as you both ride in a truck from location to location. Your eyes finding his as you talk business with someone else. The gentle scratch of your fingernails through the shorter hairs at the base of his skull. You also get a certain look in your eyes when you’re feeling frisky, and the moment he sees that, sexy with you is all that he can think about.

 N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

 Doing anything to you that leaves more than a bruise. Hickeys? Awesome. Speckles of bruises on your hips from where his fingertips dug into your skin a bit too hard? Hot.

Deep shadows around your throat left behind from him holding you a little too hard? NO NO NOPE THAT’S NOT OKAY.

It reminds him too much of violence, of someone trying to escape the touch of another and being denied freedom. Once, a German soldier had tried to choke you out so you wouldn’t alert anyone of his presence and Joe. Fucking. Lost it. His brass knuckles were nearly fused to his skin by the time Joe was done with them.

Tl;dr- deep marks on his girl? He’ll kick someone's ass. He’ll kick my ass. He’ll kick his own ass

 O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

 He’s a fan of both! When he’s going down on you, he’s all about results- what will get you off the quickest and hardest. Overstimulation King (but in a good way).

When you go down on him and make a point to draw the process out as long as you possibly can, he just about cries with need. He’ll beg you to give him more so he can finally cum, but secretly he’s hoping that you’ll keep edging him bc dear god you’re so beautiful and evil and wow your nails scratching down his stomach feels good.

 P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

 FAST. Like I said before, he’s all for getting you off quick and hard. He likes the feeling of his muscles trembling with exhaustion as he pistons into you with ruthless speed, likes the way it makes your body shake and bounce and sheen with sweat. He really likes being able to just fall asleep with you afterwards, so his goal is to tire out the both of you.

 Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

 Ok, so here’s the thing- before you, most of his sexual history could be considered quickies. He didn’t like the idea of lingering too long after doing the do, so a quick fuck in the closet of a bar was his bread and butter. Remember: the quicker the better.

But since you, he’s decided that he’s good with both quickies and...slowies(?). If he’s feeling frisky while you both are out or just about to go out or in any sort of time crunch, he lets you know by coming up to stand behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, gently pulling you back until you can feel his hardening cock against your backside. 

If you rest one of your hands on his forearm and squeeze it- then you’re not feeling it rn and he backs off (or excuses himself to take care of it bc he’s practical like that). If you lean back into him or turn your head to the side so he can kiss your cheek- it’s go time. Meet him in the bathroom, bc someone’s about to get their world rocked.

 R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

 JOe is fine with public sex as long as he knows/can predict who or what could possibly figure out what the two of you are doing. And even then, it’s going to be sneaky. You sitting on his lap with his dick in your pussy? Nice. pretending to lean over and whisper something to you while sitting at a booth (but actually fingering you? Dope.

He’ll basically go as far as you let him, but his big thing is not letting the two of you get caught by someone who will hold it over your ehad. Do’t fuck with his girl.

 S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

 Two and a half rounds- he always starts with getting you off with his hands, thigh, tongue (that’s the half round), then he cranks out the next two fast and unwaveringly. Ideally, the outcome for him is two orgasms for him and three for you. Bonus points if he can wring four out of you, but he’s not going to push it.

 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

 Probably didn’t own any of his own, but if you have a vibrator or something he’ll definitely use it on you. Would probably consider letting you use it on him, but only once he’s used it on you a couple times.

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

 Not very much in terms of edging teasing, but verbally he can be very antagonistic. 

 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

 Loud and proud, but tries to keep the sounds in for as long as he can. You can always tell when he’s close by how vocal he’ll become. Huge whiner whenever you suck his cock or give him a handjob, bc you are so perfect and wicked that it literally overwhelms him.

 W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

 Has at least one copy of the Kama Sutra. Bill gave it to him as a joke gift but Joe absolutely uses it for inspiration.

 X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

 Average length but girthy. He’s pretty proud of it. 

 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

 Pretty high, but something he can control. He knows it’s unrealistic to be able to fuck you whenever he wants (bc otherwise, you’d never leave his bed), so he’s able to channel that desire into anticipation for the next time he gets the chance to fuck you.

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

 SO FAST, OH MY GOD. But he doesn’t sleep long- it’s more like a power nap and then he wakes up and helps you clean up/cleans you up himself and then gets cuddly. Then he sleeps again. What a nerd.

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[mrs-march-ahs]

what do u think would be the most risqué/dirty thing the evans would do/enjoy?

The Dirtiest Thing That The Evans Are Into

FIRST OF ALL, THANK YOU FOR 150 FOLLOWERS🥳😭 I’ve only been writing a month, I don’t deserve y’all🥰😌 I get so many amazing requests, I’m truely sorry that it takes me so so long to do them, I want to do all of your ideas justice! I promise I will do them all just please be patient with me🥺

I hope you enjoy this, I got definitely carried away lol

Tate

-Definitely be up for butt stuff

-You or him

-I think it would start as a finger up his booty while you suck his dick but I think eventually he would totally be up for you to put your little vibrator up him, or put a butt plug in his ass while he fucks you

-He would also be super up for mild exhibitionism

-Drive to the beach and have sex in the car

-He’d love 69

-He’d recommend porn to you

-The biggest punishment for him would be you sat, watching porn and masturbating, and him having to watch

-He’d be aching to touch you

Kit

Kyle

-I’ve had this idea in my head for a while, where Kit ties you up and plays with your boobs

-I’m not sure whether this would be your punishment or a treat for him but either works

-He tie you up and blindfold you and then kiss your boobs everywhere

-Leave loads of hickeys

-Suck your nipples until you can barely feel them, going back and forth

-Hand on one boob, mouth on the other, then swap, then swap again

-He’d get some ice cubes in his mouth and swirl them around so his tongue and lips are cold

-Then he’d put some nipple clamps on you (but only if you insisted that it’s okay, because he’s not particularly into harder stuff like this)

-He’d tug on it a little, and then pull it off, not realizing how intense this feels

-He’d feel bad and immediately put his ice cold mouth on them to soothe them

-Then he’d oil you up completely, head to toe

-Especially your boobs

-He’d fuck them, not quite sure how to do it, but he’d figure it out

-You’d willingly open your mouth to swallow but he’d prefer to cum on your boobs

-Then you’d go for a shower together

-Since you’re nice and clean, he’d suggest oiling you up again

-The cycle would anew

Franken Kyle

-Kyle would be most willing to mess around with the positions

-I think he’d be up for a blowie in the shower, but not much more adventurous places than that

-But that doesn’t in any way mean he’s boring

-You’d try a couple different positions in one session

-Maybe 69, whoever cums first loses

-Winner gets to go on top

-Loser has to wait until the winner cums

-Winner has to give the loser permission to cum before they do

-You’d watch porn together and masturbate together

-Maybe try to do whatever the couple in the video is doing, switching positions when they switch positions

-Into edging, he’d want you to slowly and sensually suck him off and keep stopping when he’s close, so that the session can last a long time

-He’d also want to eat your pussy while you do something else, like watch Netflix or sit on your phone

-Just so he can spend ages between your legs

-In return you’d sit and suck him off for an hour while he plays Fifa

Jimmy

-Sex with him would be weird and intense, because he wouldn’t know what ‘normal’ sex is meant to look like

-He’d go super rough and even after he cums, he’d keep going

-He’d grunt really loud and wouldn’t moan or swear, because he didn’t know that’s what you’re ‘meant’ to do

-He’d just completely relax and let any noises come out

-At the beginning of his recovery, when he got horny and didn’t fully understand what was happening, he’d just hump things

-If you cuddled and he got a boner he would grind against your ass until he came his pants

-You’d help him and straddle him occasionally and grind on him

-Then one day you show him how to jack off

-Bad mistake

-Suddenly he wants to do it anywhere

-In the middle of a restaurant he starts palming himself through his underwear and will not stop no matter how much you tell him it’s inappropriate

-So the next best thing you can do is take him to the bathroom and get on your knees for him

-The only problem being, as I mentioned before, he doesn’t realize how loud he is

-But because he’s like a puppy in his Franken state, he only understands behavior

-All he understands is that if he palms himself through his underwear in public: he gets a sucky

-So he does it all the time

-But you don’t complain

James

-I think one of his biggest fantasies would be anal

-I think he’d love how it felt

-He’d love it when you wear buttplugs, but he would never want to have anything up his own ass

-He also would love to tease you all day in public, and then get home and fuck you all night

-Even though he would pretend he doesn’t like it, he’d adore if you teased him all day

-Whisper dirty things in his ear, shake your ass for him, and then go to your caravan and act like you never did anything

-I think he’d want to fuck you outside in the field at night

-So it’s totally in public, but everybody is asleep in their tents so nobody notices

-He’d love to get drunk and have messy sex

-I think he’d love to spank you at least once

-If you were super into it, it would become a thing

-If you were naughty, he would spank you

-We also know he’s into food

-I think he’d like to lick chocolate or whipped cream off you

-You’d drizzle chocolate on his cock and then suck it all off

Kai

-What wouldn’t he be into?

-Exhibitionism definitely

- “Darling, one more dirty comment like that in my ear, and Daddy just might have to bend you over this table and punish you in front of everybody, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

- “Who said I don’t want that?”

-The only thing he wouldn’t be up for at all is a threesome

-He’d love it if you put a plug in or a remote control vibrator and went out to a fancy dinner with him

-For the duration of an hour, he’d be slowly turning the vibrator higher and higher, and then if you got too close or a little too loud, he’d turn it off completely

-Then after a few minutes for the high to settle down, he’d turn it on low again

-It’s also well established that he has a corruption kink

-So he’d love to tie you up and fuck you over and over again until you’re a complete dirty mess

-I want to say he’d put a vibrator in you and leave you there, but I don’t think he would want you to be overstimulated with a toy

-Only he can give you orgasms

-He’d only use a vibrator if he can stop it last minute and make you actually cum himself

-If he found out you masturbated without him, he’d be furious

-He’d throw you dildo/ vibrator away and punish you with chastity

-But after like three days, he’d get sick of it and he’d get you to suck his dick all the time

-You’d happily do it, but you’d get way too turned on from it, so you’d beg him to do something to you, so he would spank you or belt you

-He’s literally into anything

-As long as you remain sweet

-Super into rope and bondage

-I think the most intense thing he’d do, is share you

-He’d tie you up like a rope bunny and put a gag in your mouth, then leave you in the basement for a bit for you to just sit and wonder what’s going to happen to you

-He’d come downstairs with Samuels and Harrison

- “I want to teach the boys how to please a woman, I’m going to use you as my training dummy, I know you won’t mind”

-You’d be shocked and wriggle around but everything you did, even if it was bad, Kai would make it sound like it’s good

- “She’s shaking in anticipation”

-Samuels would fuck you and Kai would sit and watch closely, not caring about him, only caring about you

-He’d occasionally turn your head to look at Samuels not him

- “Kai is it okay if I cum in her?”

- “You want Samuels to fill your dirty pussy with his cum?”

- You’d try to scream but the gag would stop you, so you’d be left making loud intelligible noises and shake your head

-But Kai would twist it

- “She’s moaning, she’s practically begging you to fill her up”

-He might even encourage Harrison and Samuels to try double penetration on you

-You’d be hesitant but they’d do it and you’d be super into it, making Kai mad

-When they leave, he’d fuck you all night long, making sure you’re enjoying sex with him more than you did with them

- “Who can fuck this pussy better? Those clowns, or your Divine Ruler?”

-Again, it didn’t matter what you said with the gag in your mouth stopping you, so he’d hear what he wants to hear

- “That’s what I thought, slut”

-He’d belt or whip you afterwards and make you say thank you after every one

- “Thank you for using me, Divine Ruler”

- “I’m grateful to be your cum whore”

- “It’s an honor to be used by you”

-He’d make sure the next cult meeting you’re wearing something revealing, so that everybody knows he whipped you good

-Marking his territory

-( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-also Kai likes piss

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 15]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, softdom!seungcheol, blowjob, cum swallowing, restraints/blindfold, daddy!kink, dirty talk, v little hair pulling, orgasm control, squirting, sex toys 😗💕 hope y’all are having a good weekend! As you can see, with this chapter comes the decided amount of chapters 😭 which means! cherry bomb ends on jan. 1st! 😭😭😭 I’m sad about it but!! excited to start the new year with some new projects too!! and I promise it won't be the last of this au either (I'll upload and talk abt a new schedule when it gets closer to time)💕💕 Thank you, as always, for your support with Cherry Bomb and I’m glad some of us have had pavlovian responses when we hear the term now LOOOL😩💕 Enjoy ch15 and have a great weekend! see u tomorrow for the last intro post! 💕🍒 

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Seungcheol takes it as a blessing that he doesn’t work on the weekends.

You do your camshow on Friday and upload prerecorded content on Saturday which leaves two whole days of relaxation that the two of you enjoy.

But Monday comes quicker than you anticipate and Seungcheol drops you off to work before he heads back to the roller rink; ignoring the multitudes of texts it seems Jeongguk is sending.

I’ll be at work in 30 minutes, he thinks.

“I’ll be back to pick you up after work, baby!”

You nod back, blowing Seungcheol a kiss through the window before you turn to leave.

Seungcheol’s phone rings 3 more times, brows furrowed.

‘It can wait.’

“Hyung, we’re in trouble… Maybe?”

Jeongguk’s big puppy eyes stare back at the older male and he can already feel the blood draining from his face at the potential reasons that the younger male would even say that. “Um… is---is this pertaining to why you tried calling like 14 times?” Jeongguk nods, tugging on Seungcheol’s shirt and pulling him in closer.

“Before you say anything… Namjoon-hyung didn’t find out, did he?”

“Find out about what?”

“That I… cam… I don’t want to get fired because I--”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, “Listen, I’m gonna be real, I don’t think he cares. The problem is… remember that dude that came in? A couple weeks ago. Lookin’ for a job.”

Seungcheol nods slowly; trying to remember the male’s name. “Seok--something, right?” Jeongguk nods.

“Apparently, he came back, and at the right time too. Namjoon hired his ass on the spot and he starts tomorrow. I heard from Seokjin.” Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as he stares and waits for Jeongguk to continue. “... And? How is that trouble for us?”

Jeongguk lets out an over dramatic sigh, hands on Seungcheol’s shoulders. “Nevermind, I forgot you’re making bank on those videos. I was gonna say, we might get a pay cut! Or maybe Joon-hyung’s trying to replace us but I guess that’s not a ‘you’ problem.”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, shaking his head before patting Jeongguk’s hands.

“You’ll be okay. I don’t think anyone is coming for your concession stand job.”

The next day when Seungcheol makes it to work, he can’t help but have a weird feeling in his gut.

Much like the time when he first met Jun, there’s an indescribable feeling bubbling up in his body that he can’t seem to shake off once he arrives at the roller rink and the sight of Jeongguk with the new employee doesn’t help to settle the feeling at all.

Just before he can make his escape, the younger male waves him over; a cheery smile plastered on his face when Seungcheol starts walking over.

“Hyung! It’s the new employee!”

So much for panicking about being replaced, Jeongguk.

Seungcheol smiles at the other male, introducing himself swiftly before extending a hand to shake. “Ah! I remember you! I’m Seokmin! I’m the same age as Jeongguk!” Seungcheol’s lips part as he nods in understanding; that had been why Jeongguk seemed so okay with it all of a sudden.

Seokmin’s eyes form crescents when he smiles and Seungcheol takes a second to do a once over of the other male; noting the pins tacked to his denim jacket. His eyes hone in on a specific one, narrowing once he realized what it was.

It’d been a while ago now, but when you’d hit 5k subscribers to your camming channel, you had made only three of the same pin, which you had raffled and only gave to three winners.

By nature, Seungcheol was one of them, and the other two were ‘xcaliburDK’ and ‘gentleman_josh95’. Seungcheol could deduce from usernames alone that this wasn’t ‘Josh’ so it only left one option left; albeit Seokmin didn’t add up to the username either.

“Hyung? Hyung, are you okay? You’re spacing out.” Jeongguk waves a hand in the elder’s face as Seungcheol shakes himself from his thoughts.

He’d just have to figure it out later.

Although, he can already feel the groan spilling from his lips.

Why was everyone popping up now?

When he picks you up from work, later that afternoon, he can already tell something is off about you too.

You slink into the passenger’s seat of his car, quiet and a little jittery. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He comments, watching as you fumble with the seatbelt.

“Yeah it’s just… Can we talk about it when we get home? I think I’m still recovering from the weird experience I had earlier.”

Nodding, Seungcheol reaches over, placing his palm in yours in a means of comforting you; even just a little.

“Guess we both have had weird days, huh?”

You can’t thank Seungcheol enough for how patient he is.

He doesn’t say a word in the car and lets you have your quiet, cool down time before you get home.

But when the lock slides into place and you finally plop down onto the bed, you know it’s finally time to have the talk that you knew was brewing.

“I met another one of my regulars at the diner today.” You mumble; beating Seungcheol to the punch of him asking.

“Weird, I think I ran into one of your regulars at the roller rink today too. He works there now, by the way.”

The two of you share an awkward laugh as Seungcheol lays down next to you; neither of you bothering to change out of your outside clothes as you bask in the oddly similar occurrences. “Wouldn’t happen to be ‘universe_WZ’ would it? He came by the diner earlier, ‘just passing through town’ he said. It was so weird though, y’know? Him and Jun kinda got along ‘cause apparently they’re born in the same year.” You smile at the memory, despite how odd it was at first. “He was quiet and Jun is very much not. I think he bailed earlier than he wanted ‘cause his ear was getting talked off. But he asked me for an autograph on the way out and some old lady stared at me. It was just… a little weird.”

Seungcheol laughs; somewhat glad that your experience hadn’t been as bad as he was expecting.

“How ‘bout you, ‘Cheol? What was that about him working with you?”

The male groans, sliding a hand down his features. “It was… somethin’ else.” You turn on your side to face him, raising a brow.

“Couldn’t be that bad, could it?”

Seungcheol laughs, but only in the way he knows that the next words out of his mouth will sound ridiculous, even to you.

“I’m not going to say who it is because I don’t want you to be extra weirded out. He’s an okay guy, very diligent about his work. But let’s just say I caught a glimpse of his wallpaper, which was you by the way. And when I asked him, ‘hey, is that your girlfriend?’, the fucker lied and said yes!”

It takes a second before you’re letting out a boisterous laugh; tears springing to your eyes at the hilarious encounter Seungcheol had experienced.

“You’re not mad!?” He comments, eyes wide as saucers as he watches you curl up in laughter. “I thought you’d be mad!” You wipe a tear from your eye, catching your breath before you turn back to Seungcheol who watches you in confusion.

“No way, that’s fuckin’ hilarious! And let’s be real, probably not the first time someone’s lied about me being their girlfriend, right? But I--he doesn’t know, does he? That you’re… y’know, ‘dom.cheol’?” Seungcheol blushes, cheeks blooming a pale pink when he thinks about it.

Would his voice be enough to give it away?

“I don’t… know? He didn’t say anything but neither did I, honestly. It was just… weird. And now I work with him so that’ll be fun. Can’t wait for him to tell me how cute his girlfriend is.” He grumbles.

“Awww, is widdol Swungcheol jealous?” You blink cutely back at him; a teasing smirk on your lips when you see him narrowing his eyes back at you.

“Watch it, brat. You know I can punish you at any time, right?”

“Try me, then~”

Seungcheol mentally logs into his brain and waits until your Wednesday show before he makes a move.

He brings his favorite silk ties from his closet and places them on the bed while you get changed; a sly smirk on his face.

“‘Okay, ‘Cheol I’m--whoa.” You bite your lip when you step out and see the array of ties and the vibrator already sitting on the bed. “Um… I take it that these are part of the show tonight?” You end with a shy giggle; body already warm at the way Seungcheol looks at you.

“Mmhmm. For the ‘lil jealous comment you made. What was it that you said? ‘Try me, then’?” He grins in a way that you know you’re screwed and you saunter up to him in hopes of maybe pacifying him a little.

“Too late to say that I take it back?”

“Waaaay too late, baby. Now, let’s get started.”

chwenon has donated $50

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

artist8hao has donated $75

artist8hao: she’s so pretty with her hands tied behind her back like that

angelhan: shibari next time???

universe_WZ: she’d be so pretty all tied up

universe_WZ: rly nice seeing u btw ;)

therealchan99: where tf are all of u seeing her!?!?? I need to go out more im lackin bro

alphagyu97: its the way u walk into every set up for me

Seungcheol chuckles under his breath, reading the comments with his hand tangled in your hair and your arms tied behind your back as you work your mouth up and down on his cock.

Before the show had even started, he had quickly rearranged the setup so that the camera was angled down towards the space in front of the bed instead of where it usually faced which was on top of the bed. You were a little confused at first when he had nodded and told you to start your camshow from the rug placed underneath you but it soon made sense when he had tied your arms behind your back and made you suck him off with your knees digging into the rug and a silk tie tied into a bow around your eyes to prevent you from seeing.

“Shibari, huh? Ooh, wouldn’t it be a treat for your viewers if you did a show where you were all tied up? I’d have to start it for you, or maybe they’d like to watch the process and see how quickly I can get you to fall apart.” Seungcheol pauses; hips canting up slightly into your mouth as you swallow and gag around him. “We can make it an extra long camshow… Maybe a pay-per-view situation. They can watch you squirm and cum all night long while I keep a vibrator pressed against your clit until your cute body is trembling.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head even if Seungcheol can’t see it and you moan around his cock when you feel him throbbing in your mouth.

The sound of donations and comments is all you can go off of with your back towards the camera and your vision taken away; noting that the viewers must’ve liked the idea.

j__min has donated $150

j__min: popping in to say if u need help buying ropes, i know a guy ;)

alphagyu97: wait is this rly happening

alphagyu97: i’ll clear my schedule gentleman_josh95: yea same

xcaliburDK: i just started a new job i cant have any sick days plz… at least reupload it for me 😭😭

Seungcheol smirks when he reads that particular comment; fingertips massaging your skull when he hears you whining. “I know, baby. You wanna be fucked, huh? It isn’t nice being teased, right? So now you know how I feel~” In a blink of an eye, ‘xcaliburDK’s comment is buried and Seungcheol is thankful that you didn’t see it. He’d just have to keep it a secret for now while he played along and listened to what else Seokmin had to say about his so-called ‘girlfriend’.

You rub your thighs together; already feeling the slickness on them from how wet you already were and how long you’d been teasing and sucking his cock.

“Fuck, I could cum down your pretty ‘lil throat and then make you work for my cock. Drag your punishment out even longer than your viewers would see.” You moan around his cock in response and Seungcheol can only take it as a whiny ‘no’ before he’s pulling you off of him by the hair; soft sputters and coughs spilling from your wet lips as you catch your breath.

“But I think you’ve earned your orgasm, hmm? What do you say, princess?”

Your throat feels hoarse and your body feel obscenely hot at the way Seungcheol doesn’t seem to want to take off your restraints just yet. “Y-yes, daddy I--I want to c-cum… pl--please.”

tangerine_kwan: ahhh shes so cute

tangerine_kwan: petition for baby pink ties next time i think they suit her

sleepy_wonu: if that shibari show is happening, yes

“We’ll talk about it later, although I don’t think she’ll be opposed to it~” You furrow your brows; wondering what Seungcheok was referring to. 

You’d ask later.

“D-daddy…?”

Seungcheol tugs you slightly by your hair, urging you up as you slowly stand on shaky legs. You let him take the reins as he unties your arms and repositions you until you’re bent over the edge of the bed; left leg folded atop the bedsheets while your right leg keeps you upright. He keeps your blindfold on but lets you keep your arms loose; which you find out fairly quickly, is for good reason.

The buzzing of the vibrator makes you bite your bottom lip and soon enough, Seungcheol places the toy in your clammy hand.

“You’re gonna slide your hand under your body and keep that vibrator pressed against your clit while I fuck you. And you’re not allowed to cum unless I say so. Am I understood, baby?” You feel Seungcheol teasing you as he slides his cock through your soaking folds before circling the tip around your entrance.

“I expect a response when I ask you a question, sweetheart.”

“Y--yes, daddy, I--ah!”

Seungcheol grins as he slides his cock into your tight cunt; watching as you slowly sandwich your arm between your body and the bed sheets to place the vibrator against your clit. You cry out, a mess of sharp whines and jumbled words spilling off your lips with the combination of Seungcheol’s thrusts and the vibrations on your clit.

“Ngh, d--daddy! Fuck me m-more!”

Your other hand digs into the sheets, fingers tight around the fabric as Seungcheol fucks you from behind. He knows your body like the back of his hand and he quickly already has you on the verge of an orgasm despite only having started fucking you, moments prior.

“Don’t cum, princess~” Teasingly, he alternates from quick snaps of his hips that have his cock slamming into your g-spot to slow thrusts that have you remembering every groove and vein of his cock when he pulls out. And when he fucks you like this, it’s easy to forget the camera was even on and that people were watching; if not for the constant pinging of comments and donations that mix in with your moans, Seungcheol’s harsh breaths and the sound of the vibrator against your clit.

hoshi_tiger_xx: hmm but shes obv being punished and we all kno good girls dont get creampies

therealchan99: ur right,,, where should he cum then?

kitty_junjun: my votes on her tits

kitty_junjun has donated $75

sleepy_wonu: maybe all over her back and then post the pics in the private room

xcaliburDK: or raffle them!! I want them

chwenon: ooo cum in her mouth but dont let her swallow

chwenon: then u can raffle those pics or sth

Neither you nor Seungcheol are even paying attention to the comments that fly past on the screen and the only thing Seungcheol even turns slightly for, is to check to make sure he’s still properly out of frame.

He can already feel you tightening up around him and with the vibrator on your clit, he knows for a fact you won’t last much longer before you’re cumming.

“Hmm, princess, I can feel you getting so tight around me. Bet you wanna cum already, huh?”

“D-daddy, I dunno, ah, how--how much longer I can h-hold off…” You mumble; already feeling the tension in your body ready to snap at any second.

“Be a good girl. I said you earned your orgasm but you need to be patient.” You nod to the best of your ability; head feeling heavy and fuzzy as you try to stave off your orgasm for a little longer. “Y--yes, daddy…” He slows down his thrusts in order to help you a little and the soft praises that fall from his lips have the warmth blooming in your chest.

But it doesn’t last long because despite Seungcheol’s valiant efforts, you’re already too close to cumming to stop yourself when you feel the pressure building up too fast.

“Oh, d-daddy, I---I can’t, I---I can’t, I have, ah, to---to c-cum! Fuh--fuck, ‘m s--sorry!”

Seungcheol can’t even manage a word in before he feels his cock being forced out of your pussy and the wetness that squirts all over his cock and lower half. Loud cries and whines are all you can manage in the thrums of pleasure and the grip you have on the vibrator only tightens as you grind against the toy to ride out your high.

Seungcheol takes the time to wrap a hand around his cock as he strokes himself; body turned halfway towards the laptop to see what everyone was saying.

hoshi_tiger_xx: uh ohhh pretty baby came without permission

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

hoshi_tiger_xx: donation for squirting tho

alphagyu97: ugh look at her cute lil hole begging to be filled up

angelhan: bet she’s feeling empty rn huh

Your soft mewls have Seungcheol turning back to face you; eyes trained on your twitching body when the pleasure starts to ebb away and the overstimulation from the vibrator starts to bite. “Daddy… the---the, mmh, toy…”

“You can turn it off, sweetheart.” His tone is clipped and you already know you’re in for it once you manage to find the switch on the silicone toy. You turn it off and slide your hand from underneath you; palms flat against the sheets as you sniffle.

“I--I’m really s-sorry, I--I couldn’t--”

“I want you on your knees again, princess.”

Nodding shakily, you ease your bent leg down as you maneuver yourself onto your knees; hands already searching for Seungcheol before you hear his small ‘ah, ah, ah’s.  “Hands behind your back and tongue out, baby.” You follow his orders as you clasp your hands behind your back and diligently open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as you can.

He brings his cock towards your face, tapping his cock head against your tongue before he starts to jerk himself off over your mouth and face. “I gotta hand it to you, princess. At least you apologized.” Seungcheol laughs under his breath, “But next time though? I won’t even let you have my cock.”

You whimper in return, brows furrowed under the silk tie.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum all over this pretty face.” His grip on his cock tightens and he thrusts into his palm quicker as he chases his high. “Don’t worry. I’ll take pretty pictures of your cum stained face.”

Seungcheol groans as he feels the coil in his body snapping and not a second later do you feel warm rivulets of cum hitting your cheeks and your tongue. Some of it manages to catch on the silk tie as you moan. The donations and comments pour in like water as Seungcheol continues to cover your face in cum and for the umpteeth time, you’re reassured that this was a path that worked out for you.

It was so silly that you’d thought of quitting camming earlier. 

Although, you never brought it up to Seungcheol.

In actuality, there were quite a few things that you’d never brought up to Seungcheol.

“Fuck…” He mutters from above you and it’s enough to bring you out of your thoughts as you hold still. Seungcheol takes the hint, using a sticky cum covered hand to reach for his phone to snap pictures of you; he’d just clean it up later.

“Say cheese~” He laughs, taking a couple photos before tossing his phone onto the bed as you draw your tongue back into your mouth and swallow down the warm salty substance that managed to hit your tongue.

Seungcheol helps you up from the floor, pouting when he sees how red your knees have gotten. “Hmm, think I need to take care of my princess after this.” He helps take your blindfold off and you’re quick to blink the fogginess away as  you try to focus on Seungcheol’s face before peering over to the laptop’s screen.

Your cheeks burn hot at the cum that still stains your cheeks when you see  yourself but the comments that flood in calling you pretty make you giggle.

“Ooookay. I think daddy is gonna get all cleaned up and I’ll wrap up here?” You check in with Seungcheol, who shoots you a nod and a small thumbs up before slinking completely out of the camera’s view.

“Okay guys, now what were you all talking about while I was on my knees?”

You get out of the shower feeling refreshed; tossing on a loose shirt before skipping out of the bathroom.

Seungcheol is cozied up on the sofa, waiting on the food that the two of you had ordered right after you ended your show. “‘Cheollie~” He turns to you as you plop down next to him and he’s quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders as he tugs you into his side.

“Feeling better?”

“Mmhmm~ A ‘lil sleepy but I can go for that food and then sleep.”

The two of you share a laugh, eyes focused on the movie that plays on the TV. “Say…” You start, “Someone asked a good question in the comments after you stepped out.” You gulp; palms a little clammy.

You just had to know.

“Yeah? Was it about the shibari camshow again?”

“No, actually…” You take a deep breath, telling yourself it’d be okay regardless of what he said.

“Seungcheol, am I your girlfriend?”

[drarryruinedme7]

Last year I made a post with all my fave Drarry fics from my first year of fandom. Have my second year wrap up! Listed by Rating and then length. 

RATING: TEEN AND UP AUDIENCES

Beautiful by @xx-thedarklord-xx​​ (2017; 8.9k)

Summary: With the second task looming closer, Harry escapes to the Black Lake to open the egg, in the hopes of avoiding Myrtle. The Mersong isn't just helpful in figuring out that Mermaids are real, it attracts his very own handsome Merman.

*I didn’t know I love merpeople AUs until I read this one. It was cute and sweet and I’m really glad I read it. 

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by @waspabi​​ (2017; 93.3k)

Summary: 'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.

*What can I say. This is a masterpiece, it absolutely entered my heart to never leave it again. Best AU ever!!!

Away Childish Things by @letteredlettered​​ (2018; 153.8k)

Summary: Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

* This has been the turning point of my Drarry passion this year. First, I discovered Lettered (good Lord why hadn’t I before?!) and then, well. This fic brought out so many feelings in me and I’ve already re-read it something like 5 or 6 times in the span of a few months. Amazing.

RATING: MATURE

you’ve got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (2018; 20.7k)

Summary: When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want.He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

* The angst!! It’s usually not my cuppa, but this was bittersweet and just so well written, I couldn’t stop reading. Find the rec for this one at this post.

RATING: EXPLICIT

Give Me Sweet Oblivion by @tryslora​​ (2012; 4k)

Summary: Italy seems like a long way to go to keep a fetish secret. But the club is exclusive, and the far away location, and Muggle nature, promises anonymity from Wizarding Britain. The only problem is that sometimes, great minds think alike.

*Super hot, I love finding old gems like this one. Plus, Italy. Go, folks!

Shiny Things, Slightly Damaged by @lqtraintracks​​ (2020; 5.3k)

Summary: Harry may not ever have had to see it if McGonagall hadn’t decided it was a good idea to hold a ceremony on the grounds outside before the Sorting in the Hall. And by ‘it’ he’s referring to Draco Malfoy on a motorbike.

*jsklajdksajfa This one! THIS ONE! Slayed me. I read it feverishly and then like, fainted at Draco on a motorbike.... this fic surprised me and I 100% loved it.

A Ghost of Blissful Feelings by @alpha-exodus​​ (2020; 6k)

Summary: Harry hadn't expected to spend his eighth year fucking Draco Malfoy, but it's the only thing that helps him let go.

*Dunno guys, I’m amazed by how much this one hit me. You should read the tags before diving in, but it was darkish in the right way, Harry and Draco suffers and find peace in a ‘’special’’ way, but I stand by it. Hot and intense.

Tell Me (What you Need) by @keyflight790​​ (2019; 6k)

Summary: Even though Harry was paying for his Dom, there were limits; breaking points in which someone would refuse, no matter how many Galleons were pushed in their direction.

*Okay, I may be biased because this is a gift for me, but Chris never lets down with her amazing writing and this has everything I need and more: Dom!Rentboy!Draco and a perfectly sweet Harry with a Daddy!kink. I mean.

Dangerous by Faith Wood (2014; 6.3k)

Summary: Being trapped in a dungeon with Malfoy — who's a werewolf, a former Death Eater, and a giant git — is definitely dangerous. Harry has no reason to be excited. None at all.

*Y’all know Faith Wood is like my n.1 fave Drarry author. I have no idea why I had never read this one though!!! It’s actually phenomenal, scorching hot and just dsjkafjaks love this werewolf!Draco. OMG.

Scent and Sensibility by aidaninkling (2018; 7.5k)

Summary: [...] Draco's always known he'd be married off as a trophy omega, but suddenly his mother's trying to make him king by promising him to some stupidly good-looking alpha and she just won't stop smiling at him. Does fate's cruelty know no end?!

*This blew my mind. A/B/O AU so hot I melted while reading it and I loved it so much that I re-read it three times IN A ROW. No kidding. Read it. 

The Eighth Tale by @letteredlettered​​ (2012; 12k)

Summary: Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

*Back to Lettered. I love Time Travel fics, and this just delivered perfectly. The ending was also enigmatic enough to keep me wandering, which I always appreciate in these kind of stories. 

Sex, Lies and Veritaserum by @letteredlettered​​ (2011; 17.9k)

Summary: This entire fic is one long conversation about sex.

*LOL alright, I’ve developed a new obsession this year (clearly). This was ...gosh! Hot but it also gives away a certain level of intimacy and trust between Draco and Harry to be so open about their kinks... it was perfect.

On One’s Knees by pir8fancier (2008; 33.8k)

Summary: The war is over and to the victors go the spoils.

* The fic which made me fall in love with DownAndOut!Draco. 

The Pirate and the Prince by @nerdherderette​ (2019; 49.2k)

Summary: Draco can't believe that fate and circumstance have made him a stowaway on the Master of Death's ship. He doesn't know what's worse: the dread pirate's legendary vendetta against the aristocracy, or the fact that his captor is the most infuriating yet irrefutably fascinating man Draco has ever met.

*Okay y’all. Nerd is a great person and author. She is phenomenal. And this fic shows it so well. The pirate!AU the Drarry fandom both needed and deserved. Sublime.

Unhook the Stars by jad (2016; 70.5k)

Summary: [...] Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven't learned how to communicate like normal people – with words. Guest appearances by Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Teddy Lupin, Gregory Goyle, the Weird Sisters, ex-wives, several Weasleys, a Boggart, and a Honey Badger.

*Again, Dom!Draco and such a beautiful sub!Harry. They stole my heart. In this fic they grow up together through the aftermath of the war and they just... they have this intense Dom/sub relationship, I can’t... explain how much I loved this. Scorpius also makes his appearance and it’s so real and cute!

Such Great Heights by aideomai (2015; 93.3k)

Summary: Draco Malfoy, wide-eyed and pale and in a decidedly ragged shirt, was crouched next to the pile of whatever the dragon had been eating. Harry threw himself to a halt and yelled, “Merlin, how many times do I have to save your life?”

*This is one of the last ones I’ve read. Find my rec for it here. Such a cool fic, with a shunned Draco who gets to be so happy in the end, it made me happy too.

Burn The Witch by @lettersbyelise​​ (2019; 95.8)

Summary: When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s. A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.

*I do not have the words to express what this fic means to me. First of all, it’s how I met Elise who’s an amazing person and who I’m glad to call friend. She’s the sweetest. And also incredibly talented. This fic will take your breath away from the first word to the last one. Smol!Scorpius is perfectly characterised and my absolute favourite bit of the fic. 

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid​​ (2019; 99.7k)

Summary: What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost. But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself. What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong?

*Another incredible person who I got to know better thanks to her breathtaking storytelling and her sweetness for sharing it with me. Quick made something amazing with this fic and I urge you to read it. It was my first creature fic ever, first time I read about werewolves and I totally fell in love with it. Sheer perfection. 

Freedom to be by @quicksilvermaid​​  (2019; 169.5k)

Summary: Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived. 12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends. Only nothing feels perfect. Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place.

*Well, could I just miss out on another one of Quick’s great works? With, again, Dom!Draco!??? No, I couldn’t! This is such a great exploration of BDSM and what it means and Harry’s path into it. 

19 Years and 5 Minutes Later by TheMightyFlynn (2015; 202.8k)

Summary: Five minutes after his happily-ever-after, Harry finds himself locked in the public loos with an angry Draco Malfoy and a need that he has denied for 19 years.

*Find my rec for this fic here. It’s really long and has Ginny bashing, but it’s totally worth it!! 

[jaggedwolf]

caracalliope replied to 

yeah, i just had to nope out, i was like, i dislike everyone on this ship except - weirdly - Pete

it's very... i don't know. i don't even like competence kink all that much, but i hate this sense of like - team infantilization? and bad boundaries, yes. and vespa's entire thing. and just, an intimacy that felt unearned, and in fact felt less earned than when we barely saw these characters (specifically, buddy&jet together)

it feels claustrophobic i think? i'd love to hear more of yr thoughts

reconditarmonia replied to  your post

yes please let's yell about season 3

i think my main takeaway is that everything they tried to do assumed a level of buy-in that i just *did not have* - the episodes about everyone else's problems and tragic backstory when we've barely met them, the godawful "family" thing (that's not what a crime family is!!!)

I felt so sorry for Sasha in the finale lol, which was probably not the intent

y’all are basically saying what I’m thinking! (though for me Juno remains the one I don’t dislike, even if I dearly miss the unhealthy-habits mystery-solving version of him)

The weirdest thing about S3 is that after the first two episodes covering Peter’s PoV, I was still entirely on-board - Buddy’s family comments seemed more ironic than sincere, we got to see Juno and Peter from interesting new angles, lots of interesting future dynamics to develop-

Except no development actually happened. You’re both right, that the season and finale relied upon a loyalty that was never actually built out, merely stated, and then the repetition of those statements made me claustrophobic and yes, feel oddly bad for Wire. 

...okay this is going to become that long post on team dynamics...

Competency

How is this team this bad at their job. Forget as a team, even individually we have Rita failing to distribute her bot’s abilities because she likes a stream too much, Buddy thinking an EMP killing her is an acceptable loss when she is the one directing a mission, Peter reading a map upside-down and almost getting everyone killed because of it???

The last two tripped me the fuck up - this show made me dislike a dramatic attempt at self-sacrifice! I love dramatic attempts at self-sacrifice! But not when it would get all of your crew killed. Buddy saying Peter had merely been reading the map upside-down threw me so hard that I spent minutes wondering if she was covering for him actually being a traitor for her own reasons, but no, apparently that was the real reason.

(Juno waits till they’re literally at the Curemother Prime to have any questions about the motivations of the Prime’s keepers?)

Look, I’m not expecting superhuman rising to the occasion here, but I am expecting everyone to use the skills that I expect them to have. If Juno fucked up an attempt at leadership or Peter failed to deal with an injury correctly, that’s interesting! These mistakes weren’t.

Genuine Friendships

Putting aside that I am a sap who would rather watch teams that are friends than teams that aren’t, if you are going to say family this many times, I expect to see friendships develop. People actually growing to like each other as people and stuff.

We get the tiniest bit of that with Jet and Rita hanging out, but we already knew he thought highly of her at the end of S2. And we got some Buddy-Pete stuff at the beginning, but that was highly contextual to his role on the crew. I personally needed more overlapping groups/friendships and whatnot, and I think the season would’ve better for working on that.

Don’t wait till the finale episodes for Juno and Vespa to have the tiniest of shifts in their relationship due to Ransom’s scavenger hunt, when they started the season antagonistic and the shift could have begun earlier. Don’t wait till the finale episodes to tell me Juno and Buddy have been shooting together every week and expect me to have the same feelings as if you’d set it up as a throughline earlier.

Even the pre-existing relationships seem less earned this season than previously, for some reason (Juno/Peter, Buddy/Vespa, Buddy & Jet, etc)

So...boundaries

I don’t know how a crew made up of people who all actively chose to join it and its mission could feel this suffocating, but it did. And sure, “family” started to grate, but I can’t put my finger on why the overall dynamic itself made me feel that way. 

I was listening to the getaway conversation in the final episode, right, and I kept wondering why I was getting annoyed and I think the thing is - I really didn’t like people’s loyalties getting dictated like that. I didn’t like that it left no room for discussions of tradeoffs, even though I obviously agreed it’s better than the rest of the crew bail than hang around for Ransom to pop up, because there are obviously tradeoffs even there. I dunno, man, just felt off, along with Buddy’s micromanaging in general.

And then very occasionally the season would be weird about boundaries in a different way, like Rita apologizing for looking into Pete’s real name and past. Why should she apologize! He’s a random guy on her crew who Mistah Steel is sweet on, of course she looked into him, are we genuinely supposed to think that was somehow rude of her?

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Ok, team dynamics rant over. Finally, maybe I’m just a grump, but Jet’s “I choose to believe” thing didn’t work for me either, because that’s not how life works. You get the good outcomes by making the right decisions, doing the right work, not by having belief in the moment it’s all going to shit.

[samwrights]

Pining After You pt. 2 [hc]

Anon requested a part 2 to Pining After You featuring Tendou, Iwa, and Bokuto 😍😍😍 this one has slightly mature themes so please read with caution!

Tendou;

Tendou must have some ridiculous masochistic side to be so ridiculously head over heels for you.

Which he totally does but we ain’t here for kinks.

Being Tendou’s best friend was really easy for you, even if no one else really wanted to be, he was funny and kind and you really didn’t mind his quirks and oddities.

For the last three years, he was practically glued to your hip. He’d walk you to class, platonically holding your hand before telling you that he would see you at lunch or be back to walk you home from school.

Literally everyone in the third year, and probably second as well, knew that Tendou loved you. Like hardcore in love with you.

He knew the basics like what your favorite color was, your favorite foods, movies you loved. He also knew your fears, and declared to try to protect you from them, even if they weren’t fears in which he could do that.

Tendou even knew more intimate details, like how you preferred to hold hands with your right one or that you always needed a blanket over your feet when the two of you cuddled up and watched a movie together.

Homework and study dates were surprisingly your guys’ thing. Whenever you felt the need to get out of the house, a trip to a local coffee shop was a must—Tendou knows your order by heart. No matter how complicated it may be.

Dinner dates were also a big favorite for the both of you. Being in high school, it was hard to afford the finer things in life, but when you could splurge on a nice meal, you and Tendou were all for it. Complete with purposely ordering different meals so you could share with the other.

Literally, all of Shiratorizawa was confused as to how you two weren’t already dating???

“It’s platonic, and it’s rather cute.” Was always Tendou’s response.

“No, you idiot, it’s one sided.” Probably Semi Semi said this, but everyone has said some variation of it.

When it came to asking you about this relationship, you were so goddamn oblivious you swore that even Ushiwaka wanted to ram his head into a wall for Tendou’s sake.

“What do you mean we’re dating?? He doesn’t like me like that?? He’s always held my hand and walked me to class since the first time we ever talked??”

💀💀💀 RIP TENDOU.

Poor boy laid it on so thick that you literally couldn’t even tell.

Y’all were a lost cause.

N e ways, the two of you are walking home from one of your dinner dates on a Saturday night, holding hands and shit.

Tendou, in a very Tendou Satori fashion, stops everything he’s doing, letting go of you when he knows that you aren’t walking forward without him.

“We graduate next week.” His voice is kinda off, no bubbly chirp or teasing drawl.

“I know, Satori, we’re in the same year ya dork.”

“And we’re going to be going away to Uni.” Okay, Tendou playing captain obvious? Weird.

“Tendou, we’re going to the same university, we decided this two years ago.” The collective pronoun sends a pang through his heart and, whether it was out of love or pain, he was unsure.

He had never been so unsure of anything in his life. Not loving you, no. He would never regret that.

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

ASDFHGKSLWNTI.

Despite all of your intimate moments, Tendou never put his lips anywhere near you, a vow you never knew he made to himself. He couldn’t—not without agreeing to throw himself off the deep end.

“Wait, what?” Instead of asking the question again, Tendou takes a step closer to you, closing the gap by wrapping his arms around your waist. You respond by reaching up on your tiptoes and holding his cheeks in the palm of your hands.

“I’ve always loved you.”

Iwaizumi;

My baby Iwa!! I’m gonna destroy him :-)

He questions himself every single day, how and why the fuck he fell in love with someone on the “meme team”.

The meme team being you, Makki, and Mattsun.

By second year, the three of you were so tight knit, it was natural that you would always be at their practices and matches.

Everybody thought you were dating one or both of them because of how protective they were of you.

You were an absolute joker. Sarcastic, dirty, walking troller—he has no idea how his crush even started.

Yes he does. It started with jokes during second year, when he overheard you saying that if Makki got a service ace during practice you’d suck his dick.

You were joking, your friends knew you were joking, but Iwaizumi went home that evening, wondering if you had followed through with it and couldn’t help but be jealous.

This went on for nearly everyday for a year, slowly killing him on the inside. The laughter that bubbled past your lips when you were with them, the way you would smile in pride when they scored a point. His favorite was when your friends would pick you up and carry you chest to chest when they won a match, parading you around with your ass juttng out just a little bit as your legs wrapped around their torso.

Why couldn’t he be the one carrying you? The reason you were smiling and laughing? He hated that he wanted to be the reason.

One particular practice, Iwaizumi had enough of it. His game was off entirely—every spike he made was either out of bounds or blocked by his teammates.

One of his spikes accidentally hit you in the face.

ASKLRNGKFOHMYGODHEHITYOUINTHEFACE.

Immediately, he rushed over to your side, his face redder than a cherry as he stuttered out an apology. “I am so sorry, are you—“

But you were laughing. That angelic, chime of a harp that was your laughter slowly transitioned into a bellowing guffaws. Why were you laughing?! Your nose was bleeding! “If you wanted to talk to me so bad, you could have done literally anything but that.”

Makki and Mattsun are in the background howling like hyenas.

Ever the gentleman he was, Iwaizumi walks you towards the athletic trainers office, trying to ignore what you had said to him moments ago. But you weren’t gonna let it go, hell no.

“An unforgettable first date.” You tried again, knowing full well your fellow third year was always staring and gawking at you. He wasn’t exactly subtle.

“This isn’t a time for jokes, your nose could be broken.” But Iwaizumi was loving the attention right now. Although, he couldn’t help but feel that you were treating him the same way you treated your friends, causing his envy to rise again.

“It’s only fair. I broke your heart, you break my nose.”

“What???” 💀💀💀

“Bro, you’re so obvious. Good to know our plan to make you jealous worked.” It. Was. PlaNED?! Iwaizumi was a murky, muddled mess of emotions—angry, jealous, embarrassed were only a few he could name off hand.

“So you knew.”

“You’re not exactly subtle, baby.” The pet name succeeds in flustering Iwaizumi even more, even as the two of you sat in the trainer’s office with an ice pack over your nose.

“So why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I wanted to tease you.” The salacious grin on your lips doesn’t go past him this time.

“I’ll show you teasing.”

Bokuto;

Bokuto weakness #38: you.

This particular weakness, Akaashi noticed, sent Bokuto through a wave of emotions, rather than immediately switching into his emo mode. Perhaps he would never understand it, but he was still able to discern which part of the wave Bokuto was in.

If his sole focus on you, Bokuto would be overwhelmingly touchy no matter who he was in contact with. Unfortunately for the setter, that usually meant him but he was used to it by now.

From what Akaashi could gather, it was because all he wanted was to physically touch you in some way, shape, or form and he had no way of doing so, so he settled on touching everybody else.

He would start getting loud—louder than normal, louder than thunder. Perhaps Bokuto thought that his volume would somehow transcend other noises in the vicinity and make you hear him, wherever you were. Didn’t matter if he was in the classroom or at the gym, he wanted to be heard.

When he decided that you didn’t, Bokuto’s emo side would come out. His mind would begin to spiral, thinking of how he would never have a chance with you and he was forever cursed to never have you by his side. Unfortunately, Akaashi could only fix this during matches, as you were present as a member of the cheerleading squad.

“Bokuto, she’s watching you.” Whether you actually were or not didn’t matter, because Bokuto would immediately bring his A game. He could never look to see if you were, because he was afraid that would make his feelings obvious for you.

It was when Akaashi wasn’t there that served to be the problem, as nobody could stop his spiraling.

It came as no surprise to him that he developed a crush on you. You were happy, upbeat, and didn’t have a mean bone in your body. Everyone else thought it was just because you were a cheerleader, but Bokuto wasn’t shallow.

It was your kindness that drew him in like the warmth and glow of a candle, or like having a hot chocolate on a cold, winter evening. Bokuto wanted that warmth in his life. But he also knew it was an unattainable dream since he didn’t even know how to strike up a conversation with you.

It wasn’t until the Fukurodani sports awards ceremony that was held at the end of the year to commemorate and celebrate all of the school teams that he had even been closer than 10 feet to you.

The event was held every year as a send off to the third year captains, with the cheerleaders walking, arms linked at the elbow, with each captain to present them to the school in addition to the celebration of their achievements. In every cheerleaders free arm was a bouquet of flowers that they were to give to their respective partners.

You just so happened to be paired up with Bokuto.

He swears up and down that his heart stopped multiple times that night, or he thought the entire event was a figment of his imagination.

“Being presented by second year cheer squad member, [lastname] [name], is captain of the Fukurodani Volleyball Club, Bokuto Koutarou!” He deadass didn’t know you were only a second year

The smile you gave when everybody began clapping for him made Bokuto melt. Like a proud girlfriend.

“Congratulations, Bokuto.” You handed him the bouquet while the two of you were still on the stage, the principal listing off the volleyball team’s accomplishments.

He couldn’t stop the word vomit from coming you.

“Will you go on a date with me?” He didn’t know how to start a normal conversation, so he just skipped straight to the point. By now, the principal’s announcements had stopped, the venue had gone quiet, and everybody in the room had heard Bokuto’s question.

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The silence was deafening and all he wanted to do was bury his head in the nearest trash can. Why why WHY DID HE JUST SAY THAT—

“Pick me up at 8 on Saturday?” The volleyball team, his team, began slow clapping until every sports team had joined in with various screams of support coming from voices he wasn’t familiar with.

Unsure of what to do with himself, he started poking your cheek. “Is this real life or am I dreaming?”

You could only laugh before dragging him off the stage so the principal could continue with the ceremony. “It’s very real, Bokuto.” The warmth that he was desperate to feel suddenly filled his chest like hot wax.

“I didn’t think you even knew I existed.” He blurts out.

“What, you think it’s a coincidence that I was your partner for tonight?”

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