#eiffel tower high five

[avocado-writing]

Avo please 😔 do the DP&W fandom some justice.

Please please give us a Deadpool and Logan Eiffel Tower fic (or just headcanons whatever works best for you 💜)

rated e. smut & fluff. minors dni.

There are ups and downs to all aspects of the relationship, you suppose. 

The downs tend to be pretty dramatic: Wade says something thoughtless, or goading, or just plain irritating, and Logan tends to react… explosively. The snik of claws appearing has become a sort of soundtrack to your day. Usually you can intercede in time to calm tensions down but when you can’t, well, they usually end up breaking not only each other’s bones but the furniture too. 

At least you only buy the flat-pack stuff. 

You’ll inevitably tell them both off and force them to repair what’s been smashed, and after a couple of hours and a few drinks they’re in each other’s good books again: Wade is cursing at the SKOGSTA and Logan is trying to suppress an affectionate smile behind a beer. 

But when it’s good? Man, it’s fucking great. The three of you have an unmatched synergy. A lot of your friends are jealous of how easy things are for you, how the pieces just sort of fell into normalcy after your time in the Void. Your favourite place to be is with your legs slung up over Logan’s thighs on the sofa, face buried in your mercenary’s lap, some shitty movie on that Wade keeps trying to guess the twist to. 

And then there are nights like tonight, nights where brief touches throughout the day evolve into caresses evolve into gropes. Inevitably you’re thrown onto the bed, and it’s not much of a wait before one of you is between the others. 

Tonight it’s your turn to be spoiled. 

Logan’s hands dig into your hips so hard you’re scared his claws will flick out. Actually, scratch that, you’re not scared; the idea of it makes you so wet you’re pretty sure he can feel it on his cock. You love it when he loses control. He slams into you even harder when you let out a choked-off little moan, your pleasure only beckoning the beast out further. 

Wade cups your jaw in his hand, angling it open a little further so he can press deeper into your throat. When he’s happy with the angle he slides his grip down to your neck so he can feel himself fucking you there. 

“Fuck, aren’t you a pretty sight, baby?” he hums, running his thumb around the seam of your lips where drool starts to spill. “You should see the way you’re taking his cock. People would pay by the hour to watch that.” He tilts his head to the side, a thought taking root. “Hmm, actually, that’s not a bad idea. Think there’s a market for mutant porn? Nightcrawler must have an OnlyFans, right?”

You slap his thigh to get his attention back. This is why you like him in the middle. Logan can keep his mouth occupied with his thick cock, you can fuck him with your favourite strap. Either way it’s difficult for him to talk. 

You do find it pretty endearing though, all things considered. Bastard, you think, lovingly. 

Logan growls, and for a second you’re not sure if it’s in agreement or aggravation. Luckily he’s quick to clarify. 

“He’s right. You take me so fucking well. Pretty fucking pussy was made for me. Us,” he mutters, voice so gravelly it could pave a driveway. You moan around Wade’s dick at his filthy mouth, clutching the sheets so tight they threaten to rip as he doubles his pace. His cock pistons in and out of you making a wet sound which fills the bedroom and you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so fucking turned on. With every thrust you’re pushed forward, taking Wade so far down your throat that your eyes start to water. 

Messy and desperate is how they like you, and you kinda agree with them. 

Then Logan’s movement pauses for a second, something you know only happens when he’s been met with something totally astounding. 

“Wha… Wade, I’m not gonna give you a fucking high five.”

You pull back, looking to see where Wade is lowering his hand, pouting. 

“Come on, Peanut. You know you want to.”

“Wade, what the fuck?” you ask. “Don’t be weird about this, I’ll bite your dick off.”

“Okay well you did that before and it made me cum, so that’s not the threat you think it is, sweetheart. Besides this right here? This is the best thing ever. Just wanted to find some camaraderie with my boo in the moment. C’mon, you won’t leave me hanging, will you?”

He holds his hand out to you, and you pause for a moment - well aware Logan is still balls deep inside your soaking cunt - before giving in and slapping it. Yeah. This is pretty great, to be fair. Wade pumps his fist in triumph. 

“Knew it! You never let me down. Not even after the dick biting.”

“You actually asked for that, honey.”

“I did! I’m known for my fat ass and incredible ideas.”

A noise makes the two of you turn around. It’s Logan, but, contrary to your expectations, he’s not angry. He’s laughing. It’s a noise neither of you are used to, especially not during sex. He tries to hide the smile on his rugged features and starts gently rocking his hips back into a rhythm inside of you. 

“You’re both ridiculous,” he says, fondly. You exchange a look with Wade, both jubilant. 

Yeah, you are ridiculous - and he fits right in.

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[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

Every girl needs Paris

Your mouth always got you in trouble when you start drinking. Lucky for you, Johnny loves trouble.

You go out to a bar in hopes of getting free drinks. Lock eyes with this ball of energy that's been staring at you for the past twenty minutes. Introduce yourself and have some small talk. Pleasantly surprised to hear a Scottish accent. He offers to pay for your drinks. Jackpot.

Back to back shots have you talking about the most ridiculous shit. You ramble on about some random things that he's too busy to listen to because he's staring at your pretty face and body. Then you say something that catches his attention,

"S just bullshit that guys think that an Eiffel Tower is just spit roasting with a fucking high five,"

You slur your words, looking at him.

"Like, no! A proper Eiffel Tower is two men making out sloppy style while fucking a girl at the same time,"

He's thoroughly amused by your rant. You mimic the point of a tower with your hands,

"See? It's like- it's like this!"

You then bump the tips of your fingers together,

"That's it- that's them kissing."

He hums in acknowledgment,

"Aye, sounds about right."

"See? You get it!"

You poke his chest and that gets a laugh out of him. He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, kissing you in a way that makes the other patrons at the bar cringe.

You're at his place surprisingly quick, clothes are practically torn off each other. He moans when he slides your thong off, seeing how wet you already are.

"Forgot tae mention I got a roommate."

He looks down at you while you're nearly folded in half, his tip sat right outside your slick folds.

"This is a studio apartment."

You stare, dizzy from the alcohol and excitement. And now confusion.

"Aye."

He doesn't even let you get a word in before he slams himself into you. Dick in, thoughts out. He was quite mean, bullying you with his dick and words,

"Look at me, pumpin' ye stupider than ye already are."

You just giggled. You didn't give a fuck what he said as long as he kept fucking you like this. He grabbed your hips to get better leverage to pump himself into you, loved the way slightly different angles felt when you fluttered around him. He hit your sweet spot so much you melted around him, nothing but a pool of your come and sweat in his toned arms.

"Fuckin hell LT, ye see the way she takes it? Like a fuckin champ."

Johnny laughs breathlessly. There's a hum of agreement and the clink of a belt being unbuckled. You whip your head to see a brick wall of a masked man watching the both of you,

"Heard Paris is beautiful this time of year."

[angelyuji]

thinking about the stans being yan for the same y/n… having to share… being treated like a beloved toy they both have to fight over…

tw // noncon, yandere themes

18+!!!!!!

ford makes a schedule of who gets you and stan completely ignores it and then the both of them get mad at each other and take it out on you.

eiffel tower except no high fives cuz theyre trying to show off to you while you're your past overstimulated and already passed out

(they'll see that you've passed out so tomorrow they're doing the whole thing over again)

[kelstey]

invisible string

mattheo riddle x reader

warnings : smut

REQUESTED

italics are flashbacks, each cut off is a different flashback/memory

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

"lights out everyone!" professor dumbledore yelled out. the silent movements of different rooms filled the hallway as everyone turned their lights off, no one was away to sleep - just yet, at least.

the first years had been allowed a trip to paris to celebrate the accomplishments of completing their first year at hogwarts.

a couple minutes passed by, the lock of the teachers' rooms could be heard, soon followed by a flick of the light switch. as if mattheo, theo, lorenzo, draco, and blaise's lives depended on it, they held their breaths as they wandered down the corridor, making their way to the room you were sharing with pansy and daphne.

the teeny, tiniest of knocks echoed through your room, signifying their arrival. the three of you giggled, having the boys sneak over into your room felt super grown up and who wouldn't want their crushes in their room?

you held in a breath as the door silently unlocked, opening the door to reveal the group of boys. "sh!" blaise smacked the back of draco's head as the floorboard underneath him creaked.

the five boys creeped into your shared room, trying their hardest to make as little noise as possible to avoid being screamed at by a professor for not only sneaking out - but sneaking into a room of girls.

you shut and locked the door, going over to your cramped single bed. it wasn't the most comfiest thing on earth but it would do for the meantime.

"hi," mattheo walked over, cramming himself into the bed with you.

"hi," you felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks. thankfully the room was only lit with the tiny glow of daphne and draco's wands.

"i can't wait to go to the eiffel tower tomorrow," draco gushed. he was sat on the floor against the wall, facing all three beds.

"who?" theo asked.

"me-"

"asked."

the seven of you laughed silently, draco buffed and puffed, unimpressed at the 'lame' joke.

"that's not funny."

"it's quite funny," pansy giggled, covering her mouth.

"whatever," draco crossed his arms like an angry toddler.

the room filled with mixed conversations, different duos and trios speaking amongst each other, occasionally joining in with each others conversations.

you leaned back against mattheo's chest, your eyelids growing heavy, fighting off each urge to fall asleep as you wanted to continue speaking with the rest.

he wrapped his arms around your torso, allowing your bead to fall back onto his shoulder. mattheo grew slightly confused when you stopped replying, looking down at you only to realise you were asleep.

he pulled the covers up over both of your bodies, his arms tightening around you secretly hiding from the others. mattheo continued to speak, careful not to be too loud in fear of waking you up.

he was also sure to hush anyone whenever they raised their voice, claiming it was just so no one would get in trouble, but really he didn't want them to wake you up, either.

not even thirty minutes after the boys snuck in did everyone fall asleep. numerous snores falling from mouths, theo's obnoxious one waking you up.

you tried to move but quickly realised the reason you were so restricted was due to mattheo's arms around you. a smile formed on your lips, he was the first ever boy you'd fallen asleep with.

-

"riddle! y/l/n! get back here right now!" snapes voice rang throughout numerous corridors. mattheo grabbed onto your hand tightly, your feet running at a pace that you didn't even realise you could go at.

"we're so fucked," you giggled, continuing to sprint through the corridors, weaving your way past other students, your veins pumped with adrenaline, giving you somewhat of a high.

"that's part of the fun," mattheo turned his face to look at you.

you looked angelic. your hair was being flown back as you ran, the brightest of smiles plastered on your face. mattheo felt flowers blossoming in his stomach, the petals tickling the inner lining.

you were always beautiful to him, but at that moment? it was like he discovered a new part of you. all these years he had known you, and only just then did he truly think he found you. he saw you. and he loved each singular part.

the two of you made a sharp turn, finding yourselves in a vacant corridor. your breathing was sharp, your lungs desperate for as much air as you could possibly receive.

you leaned back against the wall, the smile on your face reforming when you looked up to see mattheo holding back a smirk. your lungs burned, your legs moments away from giving in.

"you're such a little shit," you laughed. you felt a stitch on your side, your hand going up to your abdomen to press on it. the adrenaline was still coursing through your veins.

"stitch?" he took a few steps closer to you.

"hurts like a bitch," you panted. mattheo removed your hands from the area, massaging his hand to try relieve the pain.

"always works when i get one during quidditch," mattheo looked down at you.

he leaned closer, his forehead pressed tightly against yours. the tips of your noses brushed against each other. his warm eyes dilated as they gazed around your face, be opened his mouth to speak but a voice cut him off.

"you two!" the rage of snapes voice, once again, echoed down the hall.

"shit," and the two of you were off, once again.

-

"trust me this stuff will get you baked," the crackle of the lighter lit up the twisted end of the joint. "neville said it's some proper muggle stuff. some sort of cake strain."

"jesus," you spluttered, the smoke going straight to the back of your throat.

"yeah?" mattheo smirked, his tongue poking through the inner of his cheek.

you took a couple more inhales, the weed taking its affect in just a few moments. you passed mattheo over the joint.

"hurry, people are gonna wonder where we've went."

"calm it," mattheo chuckled. he leaned back in the chair, his legs spreading apart and moving his hips up to adjust his position.

"i am calm," you felt your eyelids begin to droop. the truo of you took some more hits, finishing the joint as soon as possible in order to return to the party happening inside.

mattheo took a few more drags, the icy breeze of the wind brushed over you, a chill running down your spine. the hairs on your arms stood up, your hands crossing over to salvage any body warmth you had left from being out on the balcony.

"here," he stubbed out the joint. he took his blazer off, bringing it over your shoulders.

"thank you," you smiled up at him. his eyes twinkled as the light of the moon shone down on him, he was truly gorgeous. "come on now, birthday boy."

the both of you returned back to the party and noticed everyone was already drunk or on the verge of it. you wandered over to a table where pansy, daphne, theo, and lorenzo were seated at.

mattheo followed you closely behind, a dreaded feeling of doom lingering over his head as his paranoia began to settle in. he sat down at the table leaving no space for you.

"you're really gonna make me stand?" you teased, getting between mattheo and pansy.

"mhm," a singular arm wrapped around the back of your legs, his hand resting on your outer thigh, his face nuzzled into your waist, dangerously close to the hem of your already risqué dress.

"it's okay," you muttered, running a hand through his curly brown locks, fingers trailing through his scalp which brought him ease, and he could've fallen asleep then and there. he looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with admiration as he took in your features.

he truly believed you were moulded by the hands of a true goddess.

mattheo spread his thighs apart, pulling you down by your waist to sit perfectly on his groin. "you look beautiful," his lips murmured against the ticklish skin of your neck, the sensation sending a tingle down your back.

"you don't look too bad yourself," you blushed. the others were too far deep in the conversation to notice the two lovebirds - or maybe they were doing it on purpose.

all light sources turned off, the party falling silent with confusion. shortly after, a light illuminated the room. the source coming from a cake being held by tom as be walked into the room, his legs taking strong, confident strides as he made his way over to the table with you and mattheo.

everyone soon gathered, irrupting into the infamous "happy birthday" song you quickly moved off of mattheo's lap before tom got too close, not wanting to raise any suspicions for anyone who didn't already see the two of you already getting a little too handsy.

tom placed the cake atop of the table, clapping once the song ended. mattheo's smile was wide and as bright as ever, his teeth pearly white as the candle light reflected off of them.

mattheo stalled for a second before closing his eyes, a swift blow and the candles were out. he had made his birthday wish.

everyone began to clap, you included. you cheered on, your smile soon faltering when mattheo's girlfriend made her way between you and mattheo, pushing her lips roughly against his.

you could feel your heart drop, your ears muting out the cheers and banter of the guests as they celebrated. your heart broke into a million pieces, his hands holding her close before he moved her onto his lap.

you had just forgotten that the two of you were just friends.

the lights came back on, everyone returning to their conversations, the music continuing to fill the room yet again. "are you okay?" pansy stood up, whispering quietly in your ear.

"i think i need some air," you blinked away the tears, trying to hold back what felt like a waterfall as your waterline filled with a thin lining of tears.

pansy wrapped one of her arms around your back, her head leaning against your shoulder as the two of you made your way out the party. you could feel your lungs gasping for air, a cry escaping your lips as the two of you entered the bathroom.

"it's okay, baby," pansy comforted you. your body just about collapsed onto the floor, though your jagged, distressed breaths for air seemed to be collapsing your lungs as well. you brought your legs up to your chin, allowing the tears to run free. "just breathe."

your mind was fogged, a million thoughts racing non stop as you tried to contain yourself. your eyes were glossy, bloodshot red, looking up at pansy as she rubbed your arm. "i think i love him."

-

the abrasive smoke found it's way to the back of your throat, the paper of the joint crinkling as loud as ever in the dead of the night. you had started to reconsider your clothing decisions as the baltic wind breezed over you, goosebumps arising on your bare legs.

fortunately, you were wearing a cozy hoodie that you would always throw on when you snuck outside in the middle of the night to smoke away, wanting nothing more than to simply escape your thoughts.

you caressed your forehead with one hand, the other holding the joint. you hadn't spoke to mattheo in weeks and it was starting to take its toll on you, you wanted to give him space, not wanting to interfere with his relationship, but it was proving more difficult than you anticipated.

the usual laughter that would be shared in and between classes was now filled with an awkward tension, neither of you wanting to break the silence.

late night wanders turned into late night cries, not longer having your usual companion to accompany you whenever you were finding difficulty sleeping. you mourned the 'loss' of your friendship, wondering what would have happened if maybe you had realised the immense feelings towards him sooner.

your mind was too clouded, distracted by numerous thoughts, too preoccupied to hear the footsteps appear behind you.

"i thought i'd find you here," you nearly froze, anxious at the thought of having been caught by a professor.

"mattheo," vou sighed in relief.

"that's me," he chuckled lightly. he closed the glass door behind him, taking a seat in the chair next to you. "you've been ignoring me."

"i figured you were too busy with your new girlfriend, now," you looked over at him. he looked disheveled, a faint stubble unshaved on his chin and jaw, his eye bags slightly darker than you remember, his eyes not as familiar as they once were.

"just because i have a girlfriend doesn't mean you need to cut me off," mattheo leaned back.

"don't do this to me."

"do what?"

you were brought back to the night of mattheo's eighteenth birthday, reminders of the tears that ran down your face when him and his girlfriend kissed, the way the world went silent around you but for everyone else; they were all happy for him and cheering.

"you know why i can't be your friend," you tilted your head as you looked at him.

"don't be stupid. you know you'll always be my friend."

"i don't want to be your friend, mattheo. that's the problem."

"what?" he was in a state of disbelief, wondering where all of this was suddenly coming from.

"i can't - mattheo...i," you fumbled around with your words, unable to figure out what you even wanted to say. now that it came down to it, every singular thing you wanted to say was suddenly stripped from your memory.

you closed your eyes, resisting the tears. you inhaled a sharp breath, trying to gather yourself as much as possible so you wouldn't break down in front of him.

"i don't want to see you with somebody else," your eyes fluttered open, a stunned mattheo looking back at you. "i can't just sit and pretend that i'm okay with the thought of another girl having you, because i'm not. i love you mattheo, but you're not mine."

you were unable to comprehend the emotion on mattheo's face. his eyes were wide, soft, but wide. his nostrils were flared, his fists tense by his side, his thumb rubbing over his index finger to comfort himself.

"say that again."

"what?" you breathed out, unaware of the deep breath you'd been holding in.

"say you love me."

"mattheo-"

"say it."

"i love you."

his movements were rapid, his hands finding their way to your waist, his lips fitting perfectly against yours. it took you a second to even comprehend what the fuck was going on, but you soon melted into the kiss.

his lips were rough, eager, but passionate as they moved. his hands roamed your body, longing to touch the body he knew so well. each curve, each freckle, each mole, each scar, his fingers traced

over.

an arm hooked around the back of his neck, your hand raking through his satin curls, a feeling you'd been missing for far too long.

mattheo's hands reached the back of your thighs, picking you up, your legs tightening around his waist. it didn't take long for him to find his way to your dorm, fumbling with the handle he finally managed to find his way in without dropping you.

his foot kicked the door shut, the steps he was taking felt like forever. you felt your body being placed against your familiar bedsheets, mattheo's body leaning over you.

it didn't take long for both of your clothing and undergarments to find their way onto the floor, discarded and forgotten about once mattheo's lips made their way back to your lips.

you'd never met someone with such soft lips yet rough kisses, light peppers and sucks as he trailed his lips down your jaw, making his way down to your neck.

"you're so fucking beautiful," he let out an exasperated breath, unable to come to the fact that you were fully real - and in love with him.

a mellow moan fell from your lips, mattheo's mouth falling around your hardened nip, capturing it with the light graze of his teeth. his calloused fingertips gently grazed down your body, one hand perfectly fitting around your other tit, his thumb toying with your other nipple.

you looked down at the boy, his brown eyes tainted with lust that consumed you, a fire igniting all over your body with how badly you needed him.

mattheo's fingers tickled their way down your torso, going right to where you needed him.

"fuck," he groaned, his fingers covered in a layer of your arousal. "so wet for me already."

wet kisses connect onto the sensitive skin of your neck, tilting your neck back to allow more skin for mattheo to mark and make his own. he let out a moan against your flesh, his hand pumping down his dick, lining himself up with you.

a gasp escaped both of your lips as he slowly began to slide into you, your walls stretching out against him. his hands found their way to your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin.

"fuck," he groaned, your nails dragging down the skin of his back, clawing away as he began to move his hips, rolling deeper into you.

he moved a hand from your hip, placing it around your throat. he squeezes around your neck, slowly adding more pressure as you let out even more unholy moans.

"just like that," mattheo grunted, your walls clenching around him with the feeling of his hands around your neck driving you absolutely insane.

"mattheo," you moaned. "god - fuck. please, i need you so fucking bad."

"good girl, tell me how bad you want me," his brows furrowed together, his pace beginning to fasten as he buried his dick further into your aching cunt.

"so bad," you gasped out.

"should've told me sooner," he threw his head back. "look so pretty under me."

you let out a whimper, your hands grasping at the sheets underneath you, twisting them tightly in your hand. mattheo's thrusts came in harder, your legs wrapping around the back of his thighs to get him even further inside of you.

mattheo leaned down, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, choked moans erupting from his mouth.

"my fuckin' god," he continued to roll his hips, unable to get enough of you.

"mattheo-" a whine fell from your lips, your stomach tightening as you felt your orgasm build up.

"fuck- keep doing that, doing so well for me," he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"shit," you bucked your hips up, mattheo's hips slamming down against you, his pace growing sloppier and harder with each second that passed.

"just like that, god, such a good fuckin' girl," your eyes rolled back, stars sparkling before your vision went white, your orgasm crashing down on you like never before.

"fuck," mattheo grunted, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, his cum spilling into you.

you let out a whimper as he pulled out of you, his body rolling into the space on the bed next to you. his hand trailed down your thigh, massaging it gently to calm the nerves that twitched throughout your jelly-like legs.

"i love you," mattheo pressed a kiss onto your shoulder.

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[romana-after-dark]

But what IF Logan and Scott got reader drunk and brought her back to Logan’s room and Scott watched as Logan fucked her? (And Scott, being a loyal husband, does indeed simply watch and does not touch her) (ok maybe he shoots one off on her face)

Yes!!!!

I love this. I have so many dark ask and i love every single one of them so please be patient. Ill never just delete the ask, if I decide its not for me or I cant get inspo, ill answer it so yall know!

(forgive me I've never written scott and barely watched him but I love him)

Wanted It

Logan Howlett x reader x Scott Summers

Summary: Logan and Scott find a pretty girl at a hotel bar and decide to have some fun.

Warnings: dub con due to alcohol turned non con pillow princess reader, bi Logan bi Scott, ass eating, rough BJ, throat bulge <3, somno, dick suffication (everyone is fiiiiine)

760 words

You had wanted it. You didn't have to say it, Logan could tell by the look in your eyes as he watched you at the hotel bar.

You wanted him and Scott to fuck you. You were just too shy to say it.

That's okay. Logan kept sending you over drinks while him and Scott talked all the possibilities, all the things they could do with you as you loaded up on hard liquor.

"Could Eiffel tower, a classic."

"That requires a high five, I'm not a 21 year old frat boy."

"Fine, you fuck her, we hang her head off the bed and I fuck her throat."

But Logan had another idea. Scott was going to watch. You were his, Scott was his. Logan didn't share. That was fine by Scott, he was more a watcher than anything, loving being able to touch himself to a pretty sight.

When you were good and drunk, the bar tender did not seem at all suspicious of the two men who oh-so gentlemanly offered to help the young lady walk to her room. Arms over shoulders, they took you right to Logan and Scott's bed.

First thing first was your throat.

"mmmm, you're handsome..." You murmur with a sleepy voice as Logan maneuvers your body with ease.

Logan smiled. "yeah baby? You wanna suck my fat cock?"

You were too tired to answer, but as your head hung back off the bed you kept your mouth open, just not your eyes.

Wet and warm, Logan groaned as he slid into your mouth, sloppy fucking your throat like it was a pussy. Behind him, Scott tongue fucked his ass, face buried between his hairy cheeks. Between Scott and you, Logan was getting about ready to blow his load right down your throat but he kept himself from exploding yet. Sloppy, wet noises filled the room as you drooled and gagged on his cock.

When he looked down at you, he nearly came right there at the sight. "Shit, Scott." He tried to tell him, but Scott was too busy buried in his own heaven. "Oh for fucks sake..." Logan grumbles, reaching behind himself and grabbing a tuft of Scott's hair to pull him up. "Fucking look at this."

Resuming his actions, Scott watched in aw as the tip of Logan's cock bulged out your throat. You cough and gag when he gets too rough, but Logan holds you down. You're perfect, such a sweet little toy.

"Logan..." Scott whines, palming his large erection in his pants. "Logan please, I wanna touch her..."

"Not a fucking chance." Logan decides he's gonna fill your mouth now. Him and Scott got all night to play with you, and with his regenerative powers, he could get it up again in minutes.

You begin to resist him more, squirming underneath as he gets closer to his release but never eases up. Drool slides down your face and into your hair. Next to him, Scott is furious masturbating, jerking his cock to the scene before him. You gag hard, a pool of saliva and liquor splashing out of your mouth and feeling warm around his balls for crashing to the floor.

"Logan, Logan I- I'm gonna, oh fuck, oooh fuuucckkk" Scott groans as he cums all over your face and Logan's cock. You're struggling fully now, kicking and trying to push Logan away as your sounds of distress reverberate on his dick and he decides you have to breath at some point.

Logan flood your mouth, spilling inside as he continues to roughly fuck your face. His white hot cum spills out of your mouth and mixed with Scotts, looking so, so beautiful when he pulls up. Logan watches with a smile as you gasp for air, heavy breathing and dry heaving as you try to get normal again. Slowly, as Logan gets hard again, you settle back down the bed. Head up this time.

"Clean 'er up." Logan orders Scott as he touches himself hard again. He's so, so sensitive from his orgasm but it felt so, so good. Scott obeys, kneeling at the bed and happily kissing away at your face, licking away the cum and spit and make up inbetween kisses.

You hum, saying something about being tired.

"Oh ho ho," Logan chuckles, watching Scott with you. "We're just getting started, bub."

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[simp4eshal]

Have you ever tried this one?

Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

description: everyone knows that when in Paris, seeing the Eiffel Tower is a must. But once you and the boys get there, it’s raining so hard going out of the hotel is not an option. Seeing you all sad, the boys come up with an idea: if they can’t bring you to the Eiffel Tower, they’ll bring the Eiffel Tower to you!

warning; smut obvi, threesome, double penetration, Eiffel Tower lmaooo, creampie , soft dom jk and tae, kinda brat reader (she just really wanted to see the Eiffel Tower), jk took a video, slight impact play?, annnnd lemme know if there’s more I forgot

You were excited to say the least. Excited to be in Paris, excited to travel with your best friends. Maybe a bit too excited, to the point where you might have ruined your plans by constantly yapping about it and setting extremely high expectations for yourself.

Because now you were sitting in the five stars hotel suite, Taehyung to your right playing with your hand, and Jungkook to your left slowly running his hand up and down your thigh in an effort to comfort you. The light and repetitive sound of the rain cascading down your windows was the only thing filling the loud silence of your room.

You usually loved the rain. But you guys only had two days to spend in Paris, and now you can’t even go out because of the weather?

« You know, maybe it was for the best. The Eiffel Tower is kind of overrated… »

You shot a glare at Taehyung as you heard his velvety voice break the uncomfortable silence of the room.

« Of course you’ll say that, smart ass. Your whole life is in Paris, don’t piss me off. »

He frowns at your tone and keeps on playing with your fingers, clearly not in the mood to argue with you. Next to you, jungkook also frowns.

« Hey, that’s not nice. Just because you’re upset about not going out today doesn’t mean you should talk to hyung that way. »

He was right. You knew he was right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to utter excuses to the silent boy beside you, even though you felt sorry for the way you snapped at him. You kept your gaze in the floor, avoiding both their gaze settling on you.

Taehyung seemed to notice the creeping remorse taking over you, and ever the cutie pie, he placed his hand on your shoulder and directed a small smile your way.

« We can go tomorrow, angel. I swear it’ll be as fun. » His gaze danced over your features when your sour face didn’t seem to change. He looked at Jungkook, hoping for him to help him.

Taking the hint, jungkook stopped his caress on your thigh for a split second.

« We can always do something else! You know, those personality quizz that you love so much….or! I have a game of uno in my backpack. » The bunny looking boy kept buzzing beside you at the idea of the three of you playing a game together, but Taehyung kept his gaze on you, weighing your options.

Finally, you said something.

« I’m sorry…. I know that i’m being a big baby about this, but this was going to be my first time ever seeing the Eiffel Tower…. I wanted to see it today…. »

As the last words escape your mouth, you slowly lean toward Taehyung, nuzzling at his side with your legs now fully spread across Jungkook’s ones. Both their heartbeat seems to skip a beat at the same time, and they shared a silent, tension filled looked.

Sure, you guys were best friends. But Taehyung and Jungkook never, never denied how attractive you were, in general and to them particularly. And now here you sat, squished between the both of them in those ridiculously short shorts and thin tank top, your ass literally in Jungkook’s face and your boobs in Taehyung’s.

A beat of silence passed. Then an idea merged in Tae’s brain, slow and tentative.

His hands, once by his side, now rested on your stomach. He gave a punctuated look at Jungkook's way, urging him to continue his ministrations on your thighs. Jungkook obliged, seemingly grappling with the idea.

« Mhm… I’m sorry to hear that angel, I really am. But you know, if going to the Eiffel Tower is not an option…. »

His words resonated close to your ear. By the time you realized how close his lips indeed were from your neck, he was already kissing his way up to your cheek.

You felt weird. Even weirder when Jungkook’s hands seemed to go higher than they usually would, his touch more present, less friendly. Sure you guys were touchy on a daily basis, but never like this, right?

You suddenly realized that Taehyung never went on with his sentence.

« Tae…? »

You could hear his smile against your ear as suddenly the feeling of his fingers over your perked nipple made you shift your focus. You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to react, but you knew one thing: you liked that.

« If we cannot bring you to the Eiffel Tower, angel, we might as well bring the Eiffel Tower to you, don’t you think? »

You felt your body heat up. Now Jungkook had managed to get on his knees in front of you, right in between your thighs, and his eyes held a certain playfulness as they met yours. His hands grew bolder and bolder, now gripping at them hem of your short, and you remembered that you in fact did not have panties on. Oh God.

« Say something baby. » Jungkook’s voice almost seemed innocent, but you knew better. « You wanted the Eiffel Tower so bad, remember? We’re offering a solution to your problem. What do you say? »

Right. You had to react some way.

As you felt Taehyung’s hands fully cup your breast, you knew that the only possible answer would be yes. So you nodded.

Taehyung sighed « Words, angel. Use your words. »

Rolling your eyes a bit, you let out something you probably shouldn’t have. « Don’t you know what nodding up and down means? »

They both stopped for a second, Tae’s hands almost leaving your body.

« Say sorry. » his voice resonated, deep and velvety.

Hearing no answer for you, Jungkook’s hand suddenly found your heat and landed a slap there. You jolted.

« Say sorry. Now. »

You held his gaze, tempted to keep quiet, but the building fire in you forced you to apologize just so you could feel his hands again.

« M’sorry, taetae. »

With immense relief, you saw his hand slowly move down toward your short.

« How sorry angel? Tell me more, and maybe I’ll ask Jubgkookie to slap that pretty pussy of yours again. »

Soaked. You were soaked. And your arousal kept on burning you alive as his hand truly went down, passing the barrier of your clothing article, cupping your heated and dripping cunt. You moaned.

« Sorry enough to forget about the Eiffel Tower. » you muttered, finally glad that you were not out at the moment .

Jungkook chuckled « Forget about the Eiffel Tower? But baby, I thought you wanted it so bad. To be honest, I want it too now. »

With his words, he fully took your shorts off, and Taehyung’s fingers started tracing lazy circles around your clit. Before you could fully register what was happening, Jungkook was fully undressed in front of you, and Taehyung seemed to be shifting around behind you.

« Now be a good girl and take your top of for us. » resonated the velvety voice behind you.

Too far gone and missing the contact that was present three seconds ago between your thighs, you hurried to do so. Taehyung used the opportunity to get rid of his own cloths.

Now here you were, on the hotel bed, posted in between your two best friends, the three of you completely naked.

« Get on all fours for me baby. » Jungkook’s grin was pure malice as he watched you doing so, your mouth dangerously close to his erect member, big and heated.

You felt Taehyung hands run down your back as your mouth opened, and without wasting any second, Jungkook’s cock slowly started to sink into the hole.

You were so wet you could feel the arousal dripping down your thigh, and Taehyung kneading your ass was not helping. You struggled to keep up with Jungkook’s slow but deep thrusts, solely focusing on making him feel good.

You were in fact so focused, you didn’t notice Taehyung until you felt his head slowly push into your heat.

You moaned loudly against Jungkook’s shaft, willing to stop and look what was happening behind you, but Jungkook grabbed your jaw and forced you to maintain eye contact.

« Not so fast baby. Remember what we talked about? Eiffel Tower? »

You were not sure you were hearing him correctly. Taehyung was settling deep inside your cunt, and you felt like you could not think, could not breath, but God you never wanted it to stop.

The slow drag of both of their cocks, in separate holes at that, drove you completely crazy, and you almost fell down when you noticed them picking up their pace, in and out, in and out, in unison.

You felt your climax impending. There was no way you were going to stay up. Sensing it, one of Taehyung’s hands landed on your hip, stabilizing you.

Jungkook locked eyes with him, and a smile formed on his face. Replicating the same smile, Taehyung lifted his other hand right above his head, slightly inclined in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook’s hand joined his in a high five right above you, and both of them exploded in a fit of giggles, their thrusts faltering.

Sensing their attention drifting away from you, you clenched around Tae’s cock and sucked Jungkook in deeper as vengeance. Both their attention returned to you, the pleasure overcoming their little joke.

The cadence picked up, and you were dangerously tipping over the edge.

« Come on angel. Come for me, hm? Come for us. We got you what you wanted, might as well get us what we want. » Tae’s words were punctuated by the slow glade of his fingers against your clit and Jungkook’s hand wrapping against your throat, and just like that, you lost it.

Your orgasm raked through you with such electricity, silence resonated in your head but you knew that the sounds coming out of your mouth were muffled, yes, but far from silent.

Your cunt was spasming hard against Taehyung, and he felt himeself almost giving in. What was he waiting for, he didn’t know, but he was waiting for something.

Tired and wanting your mouth to finally relax, you put all of your last energy into sucking and twirling your tongue against Jungkook’s head, making him cum in a matter of seconds.

When he slowly got his dick out of your mouth, your upper body gave in, putting your body in a very accentuated arch, your ass and hips only held by Taehyung’s hands.

Said man then suddenly picked up his pace, fast and almost violent, searching his high. He was on edge, and he knew that only a few thrusts would suffice for him to unload in your laminated cunt.

« Tae….Tae please…ah »

Your words became a blur to the both of you as he finalley reached his high hearing his name flow out of your mouth, his semen coating your walls.

Jungkook who was until then silent, slowly crept up next to the two of you with his phone in hand. Giving a look to Taehyung, he asked you.

« Can I take a video baby? You creamed hyung so good…. »

Fucked out of your mind, all you could manage was three desperate but curt nods.

« Tsk tsk tsk, words angel » Taehyung’s voice was sarcastic, knowing deep down that you were too tired to argue.

And he was right, because the next words flew out of your mouth without a care in the world.

« Yes, yes please do it…. »

Smiling, Jungkook turned his camera on and directed where you and Taehyung were still connected. Deliberately slow, he slid out of your creamy and drippy cunt, the mix of both your and his release insanely erotic, dirty even.

When both of them were done, Taehyung got up to find wet towels as Jungkook enveloped you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and caressing your arms.

You were now clean, exhausted but content. As the three of you lay on fresh bed sheets, ready to go to sleep, Taehyung pipped in.

« We’ll still go to the Eiffel Tower tomorrow right? »

« Yep. »

« Definitely. »

[arathejedi394]

"Rogers!!! Are those handprints???!!!"

They’re all gathered in the communal showers after the mission, washing out the stink of lizard guts. Tony looks up in the middle of peeling ooze out of his hair as Steve is shucking the bottom half of his uniform and Tony absently registers the handprints bruising his hips, finger marks wrapped around them towards the front, the imprint of palms on Steve’s back overlapping his ass, and much darker on the left side. He flicks the goo away, then stands up to take his turn in the showers. He takes a step, then stops. He pivots rapidly, ogling Steve’s bare, bruised hips.

“Rogers!” he shouts.

Steve twists around at his waist, holding a towel in front of him. “What?”

“Are those handprints?” Tony demands.

Steve glances down briefly at his ass. “Yes.”

Tony splutters for a second. “From someone standing behind you?!”

“Yes,” Steve repeats.

Barnes ducks into Tony’s eyeline and snaps a towel out between Steve and the others in the room. “Stop looking,” he says.

Tony gasps, then points at him. “Did you do that!” he shrieks.

“Duh,” Barnes replies. “Obviously. That's my ass, who else would be bruising it?”

“Not obviously!” Tony keeps yelling. "What does that mean, your ass?!"

“It means that's my ass,” Barnes repeats simply.

“That's true,” Steve adds.

“THAT'S AMERICA'S ASS!” Tony howls. “IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS IT OBVIOUSLY YOURS INSTEAD?!”

“It’s actually pretty obvious,” Clint throws in.

Tony gasps again, whipping around to look at him. Clint just shrugs. Tony looks at everyone else. Sam rolls his eyes like he’s not surprised and Natasha merely continues toweling her hair. Even Scott, Maria, and Carol look at him as if he should have known about this already. Carol!!! Who has only been an Avenger for two months!!! Carol knew Captain America was being fucked by the Winter Soldier???

Tony snaps to attention, stalking into the shower area.

“Banner!” he yells. “Did you know Steve and the Terminator are gay?!”

“Yes!” Bruce answers from inside his stall.

“What!” Tony inhales sharply, voice bouncing once again on the tiled walls of the locker room. “Thor?!” he demands, not sure he wants to know the answer.

Thor pokes his head out. “I have seen evidence firsthand,” he says.

Tony’s jaw drops again; he didn't want to know that answer. “First what?”

“Firsthand,” Thor repeats. “As in I once witnessed the two of them engaging in coitus.”

“You watched them fucking?” Tony yells more.

“I participated,” Thor answers calmly. “We spit-roasted the Captain, I believe is the term.”

“I was in his boy pussy!” Barnes calls from the other room. “And it was an Eiffel Tower!”

“What is the difference?” Thor asks curiously.

“The high five,” Barnes explains, lifting a hand.

Steve slaps his palm but Barnes interlaces their fingers after. Tony’s jaw drops.

“No high five, that’s a spit roast,” Barnes explains, metal fingers still folded together with Steve's in the air.

“Oh, I see!” Thor answers.

Barnes drops his hand, but Steve does not release it. Instead, he stands on one foot to lean closer and he smacks a kiss onto Barnes's cheek. Tony just looks between Steve, Barnes, and Thor, speechless and mouth open.

“I think that’s a record,” Natasha says.

“Of what?” Steve asks.

“Stark not talking.”

“PUSSY?” Tony bellows in disbelief. “BOY PUSSY?!”

Barnes glances at Steve, frowning. “Aren’t you out?”

“I think I forgot to tell Tony,” Steve responds, then leans over the towel Barnes is still holding in front of him. “Tony, I’m a trans man!”

Tony shrieks again. He forgoes the shower and storms naked out of the locker room, laughed out by the whole team except Bruce and Thor.

[peachdues]

Eiffel towering between Sanemi and Tengen but instead of just high fiving, they hold hands

@togame-hoe

[t4tails]

Eiffel towering??

skipping ahead to answer this because it just caught me so off guard. had to google and ? its just spitroasting but both the tops are high fiving 😭? 9/10 actually kind of epic

[eternaltae7]

Drunk in Paris

The streets of Paris pulmed with life, the heart of Fashion Week beating through every avenue. And Hani was excited to attend with Hoshi.

After the dazzling Gucci show, where they sat front row dressed in stunning couture, the night blurred into the exclusive after-party on a rooftop terrace, with the Eiffel Tower glittering in the background. Hani had felt lighter than she had in weeks, the champagne buzzing in her veins, her auburn hair cascading in loose waves down her back. She wore a sleek black-and-gold Gucci dress that shimmered under the lights, while Hoshi, in his sharp suit, had turned heads left and right.

“You looked like you were about to trip on that runway model’s dress,” Hani teased, leaning into Hoshi as they laughed together, their bond evident in their comfortable banter.

“I swear that thing was a mile long!” Hoshi chuckled, his eyes sparkling as he clinked his champagne glass against hers.

The two of them had always been close—best friends since they’d met in the industry, but tonight, their friendship was a source of comfort amidst the glamour. The laughter came easily, the shared inside jokes about the absurdity of the fashion world providing relief from the chaos that usually surrounded them.

Hours passed, champagne flowed, and soon they found themselves drunkenly dancing together under the Parisian stars. As the night wore on, they stumbled out of the party, arms linked, still laughing at the ridiculousness of the night.

By the time they reached Hoshi’s hotel, they were giggling uncontrollably, both far too tipsy to walk a straight line. “I think I left half my brain at that party,” Hani joked, leaning into him as they stepped into the hotel lobby.

“Same. Maybe it’s still by the bar,” Hoshi teased, holding her up as they wobbled toward the elevator. The staff gave them knowing smiles as they passed, recognizing the two idols from earlier in the night.

When they finally made it to Hoshi’s suite, Hoshi fumbled with the key card, his fingers slipping. “Ugh, why are these things so hard when you’re drunk?”

Hani leaned against the doorframe, giggling. “Maybe it’s because we’ve had about five glasses of champagne each.”

The door finally clicked open, and they stumbled into the room, immediately kicking off their shoes. Hani groaned in relief, sinking onto the plush couch. “Why do I wear heels? This is torture.”

Hoshi dropped down beside her, letting out a sigh as he stretched out his legs. “I don’t know how you do it. I can barely handle my sneakers.”

For a moment, they just sat there, catching their breath and letting the buzz of alcohol settle. The lights of Paris filtered in through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room. It felt comfortable, natural. Hani and Hoshi had always had this ease between them, where even silence felt like home.

“You know,” Hani began, her voice slightly slurred from the champagne, “we make a pretty good team.”

“Best team,” Hoshi agreed, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “We should make this a regular thing—Paris, fashion shows, getting drunk together.”

“Only if you promise to never let me wear heels this high again,” Hani said, laughing as she lifted one of her discarded shoes and tossed it onto the floor.

“I promise,” Hoshi chuckled, leaning his head back against the couch.

For a while, they stayed like that, side by side, their laughter softening into quiet smiles as they soaked in the warmth of their friendship. The weight of the night settled in, the combination of champagne and exhaustion making them feel giddy and a little reckless.

“I’m not ready to crash just yet,” Hoshi said suddenly, turning to look at her. His eyes were bright, still sparkling with that playful energy.

Hani raised an eyebrow, smirking. “What do you have in mind?”

“Maybe a drink from the minibar?” Hoshi suggested with a mischievous grin.

Hani rolled her eyes but got up, feeling the soft plush carpet beneath her feet as she walked over to the minibar. “This is going to be dangerous.”

Grabbing two mini bottles of whiskey, she made her way back to the couch. They clinked their bottles together before taking long sips, grimacing at the burn. “That’s terrible,” Hani coughed, laughing as she set the bottle down. “Why do we keep drinking?”

“Because it’s fun,” Hoshi replied, laughing as he wiped his mouth.

As they continued to drink, the room filled with their laughter again, both of them slowly sinking deeper into the couch. Their limbs were tangled as they leaned into each other, their faces close. Hani could feel her cheeks warming, not just from the alcohol but from the proximity.

“This night has been perfect,” Hoshi said softly, his words slightly slurred, yet genuine.

Hani smirked, looking at him with hazy eyes.

Hoshi tilted his head, grinning, and without a second thought, he leaned closer, his hand brushing against her arm as their laughter softened. Hani could feel the heat rising in her face, the alcohol making her bolder than usual. They were best friends, they’d never crossed this line before, but something about tonight felt different. Free.

Her heart raced as Hoshi’s lips grazed hers, both of them smiling as their giggles faded. It started as a soft kiss, tentative and playful, but quickly deepened as their hands moved to explore each other. Hani could feel the warmth of his touch as his hand cupped her cheek, pulling her closer.

They broke apart briefly, laughing against each other’s lips. “I think we’re still drunk,” Hani whispered breathlessly, her forehead resting against his.

“Still drunk,” Hoshi agreed, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his hand slid down to her waist, and before she knew it, he was pulling her into his lap, their lips finding each other again in a more heated kiss.

Hani giggled, running her fingers through his hair, the room spinning around them. The sensation of his body pressed against hers sent a rush of adrenaline through her. It was messy, unplanned, but neither of them seemed to care.

Hoshi’s lips trailed down her neck, soft kisses making her skin tingle as she let out a quiet laugh. “This is a terrible idea,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

“The worst,” Hoshi agreed between kisses, his voice low and teasing.

The kiss deepened, heat blooming between them as Hani shifted closer, fingers twisting in the fabric of Hoshi’s shirt. His hands skimmed her waist, gentle but firm, like he was savouring. She could still taste the alcohol on his lips, mixed with something unmistakably him, familiar and comforting in a way that made her stomach flip.

Then, suddenly, he pulled back. His breath was heavy, his forehead nearly resting against hers as he searched her face, his eyes dark and laced with something unspoken.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice lower than usual, more serious beneath the haze of alcohol.

Hani blinked at him, her heart hammering in her chest. She knew what he meant, what this was. They weren’t drunk enough to forget, not so gone that this wouldn’t mean something, even if it wasn’t something serious.

She exhaled slowly, her fingers brushing the line of his jaw and feeling bold. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I trust you.”

That was all he needed. A slow smile spread across his lips, soft and knowing. They both knew this was just for fun, just a moment between two people who had spent years orbiting each other, always close but never like this. And tonight, in Paris, away from everyone else, it felt like the perfect time to cross that line.

Hoshi didn’t hesitate. He hooked an arm under her legs and lifted her effortlessly, making her squeal. “Yah!” she laughed, smacking his shoulder. “Warn a girl next time!”

He grinned, carrying her toward the bed with ease. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He tossed her onto the plush mattress, and she bounced slightly, laughing as he crawled over her. The weight of him, the press of his body against hers, it should have felt strange, but it didn’t. It was just them, tangled in laughter and alcohol and the thrill of the moment.

She reached for his shirt, fumbling with the buttons as he chuckled against her neck. “You’re so bad at this,” he teased, taking over, undoing them with practiced ease.

“Shut up,” she muttered, shoving the fabric off his shoulders before running her hands down his chest, her nails scratching lightly over his skin. He inhaled sharply, his smirk faltering for just a second.

Hani grinned, victorious. “Sensitive?”

“Shut up,” he shot back, flipping them over so she was straddling him now.

Her dress was the next to go, the silky material slipping from her shoulders as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, his fingers tracing slow, teasing patterns along her back. She sighed into it, her hands in his hair, tugging slightly just to hear the low groan he made in response.

Hoshi’s fingers traced the straps of her bra, his touch featherlight as he dragged them down her arms. He was taking his time, teasing her like he had all night, like he enjoyed seeing how much patience she didn’t have.

Hani huffed, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re slow on purpose.”

He grinned, “Maybe.”

With one quick motion, he unclasped her bra, letting it slip away between them. His gaze flickered over her, dark and unreadable, before he leaned in again, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses down her collarbone, over the curve of her breast, taking his time even as her hands roamed over his back, nails pressing in just enough to make him exhale sharply.

His fingers skimmed lower, teasing the waistband of her panties, brushing over the fabric. Hani let out a frustrated sound, her hips shifting instinctively toward his touch, and he laughed—a low, knowing sound that sent a shiver down her spine.

“You’re so impatient,” he murmured, fingers finally slipping beneath the fabric, teasing over sensitive skin in a way that had her breath catching.

“And you talk too much,” she shot back, but her voice wavered, betraying her. She mumbles a frustrated “Soonyoung” and takes matters into her own hands or at least tries.

Hani tugged at the waistband of his boxers, fingers fumbling in her drunken state. She let out a frustrated huff when they didn’t budge the way she wanted.

Hoshi smirked, his hands covering hers as he helped her. “It’s cute how frustrated you’re getting,” he teased.

She shot him a glare, her lips curving despite herself. “Please just help me.”

He chuckled and obliged. Before she could get another quip in, he flipped them again, pinning her beneath him. His breath was warm against her skin, lips ghosting over her collarbone, teasing but never quite giving her what she wanted.

Her breath hitched when his fingers dipped just below the fabric, moving in delicate, deliberate strokes, barely grazing where she needed him most.

A frustrated sound escaped her lips, and she instinctively grabbed his wrist, her fingers tightening around him. “Fuck,” she breathed, her voice breaking.

That made him smile. Smirk, really. That same smug, knowing expression he always had when he won a game, when he got the last word in an argument—when he knew he had the upper hand.

“Want me to stop?” he murmured, his lips ghosting over her jaw, his breath warm against her skin.

She swallowed hard, shaking her head. “No.”

His smile widened. “Good.”

He finally hooked his fingers into the fabric, moving slowly—agonizingly slowly—as he slid them down her legs. Hani lifted her hips to help, then kicked them off the rest of the way, her skin flushing as the last barrier between them disappeared.

For a second, neither of them moved.

Hoshi hovered over her, his gaze dragging over her body, his expression unreadable. Then, he met her eyes again, something softer flickering beneath the mischief.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice quieter now, more sincere.

Hani felt heat rush to her face—not from his touch, but from his words. She turned her head, pressing her palm against his chest as if to push him away, though she didn’t actually apply any force. “Don’t,” she muttered, embarrassed.

Hoshi just chuckled, dipping his head to press a kiss to her lips. “I’m serious,” he murmured against her skin. “My beautiful best friend.” His fingers trailed lazily down her side, a touch so light it sent a shiver through her. “You’re so talented, too. You don’t hear that enough.”

Hani let out a breath, shaking her head slightly. “You’re drunk and you’d hurt Seungkwan’s feelings if he knew you called me your best friend,” she teased, trying to deflect, but her voice was softer now, touched by something she couldn’t quite name.

He hummed, nosing at her cheek before tilting her chin back toward him. “Maybe.” His lips ghosted over hers, barely there, just enough to tease. “But it doesn’t make it any less true. And for God’s sake don’t bring up Seungkwan right now.”

Hani felt the heat creeping up her neck, pooling in her chest, her stomach twisting at the tenderness in his voice when he complimented her. He wasn’t just teasing her anymore. He meant it.

She didn’t know what to do with that. With him looking at her like that. With the way his fingers traced over her skin like she was something delicate, something precious.

So, flustered and unable to find a clever response, she blurted the only thing she could think of.

“Fuck, Soonyoung, can you just fuck me already?”

For a second, there was silence. Then—

A slow, lazy grin stretched across his face, something smug and entirely too pleased with himself. “Wow,” he murmured, dragging his lips over her jaw, “I never thought the Hani of BTS would be begging me like this.”

Hoshi didn’t make her wait any longer. He reached between her thighs, fingers teasing, making sure she was ready—because, as he put it with a grin, he was a gentleman.

Hani let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head as she looked up at him. “A gentleman?” she repeated, arching a brow. “That’s what we’re calling it?”

He smirked, tilting his head slightly. “Of course. What else would you call it?”

She bit her lip, unable to stop the amused shake of her head. “Unbelievable.”

But the teasing faded into something quieter, something heavier, as she reached for him, her fingers sliding over his skin, guiding him closer.

For a second, they just looked at each other—still smiling, still caught in the absurdity of the moment, but underneath it, there was something else. Not serious, not overwhelming, just undeniable.

Hoshi’s gaze flickered over her face, as if making sure, one last time. But Hani didn’t hesitate.

“C’mon, Soonie,” she whispered, her voice softer now, more certain.

That was all he needed. Hoshi’s expression shifted—there was no more teasing, no more playful grin. The moment shifted, becoming heavier, more intense. He moved slowly at first, making sure she was completely with him, his hands anchoring themselves to her body like he wanted to keep her close, as if he was afraid she might slip away.

Hani’s breath caught as he entered her, the heat of it making everything else fade. It was messy and raw in the best way, the world outside the room ceasing to exist except for the rhythm they created together. The laughter, the teasing—everything was forgotten. It was just them, tangled up in the moment, each touch, each movement pulling them deeper into something they didn’t need to understand.

The room seemed to close in around them, leaving only the sounds of their breaths, the frantic beats of their hearts, and the connection between them. It was wild in its own way, neither of them holding back, the tension building with every movement.

She clung to him, feeling the weight of his body over hers, the intensity of his touch. Neither of them spoke, not needing to. Every kiss, every shift of their bodies told them everything they needed to know.

It was easy. It was just right.

They got lost in the feeling—the sensation of it, of each other. They were a mess of limbs and laughter, kissing and teasing in between stolen breaths. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate, it was fun. Comfortable in a way that only came from knowing someone inside and out.

The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft streaks of light across the room. Hani woke up groggy, her head heavy with sleep, the lingering warmth of last night still in her body. The familiar scent of Hoshi’s cologne—a mix of cedarwood and musk—was still there, enveloping her in the cocoon of his presence.

Her gaze moved slowly, landing on the sight of Hoshi, his arm slung lazily over her waist. He was still sound asleep, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. For a moment, she just stared at him, still adjusting to the reality of where she was—and what they had done.

As the fog of sleep cleared, the memory of the night before flooded her mind, vivid and sudden. The laughter, the heat, the way they’d fallen into each other so easily. Her stomach twisted with a mix of confusion and amusement.

She sighed softly, shifting under his arm, careful not to wake him. But the soft, teasing smile that tugged at her lips wouldn’t fade. What a night, she thought, shaking her head at the absurdity of it all.

She glanced at the clock—a couple hours until their flight

Gently, she nudged him, her fingers tapping lightly against his shoulder. “Soonyoung,” she murmured, poking him again when he didn’t stir.

He groaned softly, burrowing deeper into the pillow, a soft laugh escaping him. “Mmm… just five more minutes.”

Hani laughed quietly, but it was more of a nervous laugh than she intended. She wasn’t sure what to do with herself right now. They had crossed a line, something that had been so easy last night, but now there was a layer of awkwardness settling in.

“We have a flight in a couple hours,” she reminded him gently, her voice soft but firm.

Hoshi blinked his eyes open, blinking up at her in surprise for a moment before letting out a long breath. “Right.”

His gaze flickered around the room for a second, then back to her. A small, amused grin crept up on his face, but there was something unreadable behind his eyes—something she couldn’t quite place.

They both knew they would laugh about it later. The absurdity of it all. The teasing, the way they had both acted without thinking, with no expectation of anything afterward.

But for Hoshi, there was a quiet knot in his stomach, something that hadn’t been there before.

As he looked at Hani, his thoughts drifted to Wonwoo. He was pretty sure his fellow member had always had a crush on Hani. It actually was quite obvious. He’d noticed the little things—how Wonwoo’s eyes lingered when he thought no one was watching, how he got a little quieter whenever she was around. Hoshi had seen it enough times to recognize it for what it was.

But Hani didn’t know.

And now, Hoshi was the one who’d shared something with her. Something intimate. Something unexpected.

A weight settled in his chest, one he wasn’t sure how to deal with. He felt guilty even if Wonwoo has yet to say anything about his feelings.

“Hey,” Hani said, shifting again, her voice pulling him out of his thoughts. “You good?”

He smiled, trying to shake the nagging feeling in his chest. “Yeah, just thinking about the flight.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

He gave her a sheepish smile, though there was a hint of guilt behind it, the knot in his stomach only tightening. “Yeah.”

But he didn’t say anything else. It wasn’t the right time and he knew Wonwoo wasn’t ready.

Hoshi sighed as he pushed himself up from the bed, his muscles groaning slightly as he stretched. He glanced over at Hani, who was now sitting up in the bed, her hair disheveled, and a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“I’ll make you coffee,” he said, his voice still husky from sleep, the usual cheerfulness starting to seep back in. He walked over to the small counter area of the hotel room, intent on avoiding the awkwardness that hung in the air between them.

Hani stretched her arms over her head, letting out a small yawn, before calling out, “You know, I didn’t think we’d be waking up to coffee after… well…”

She paused for a beat, her tone light and teasing, and then she added with a wink, “After that wild night we had.”

The air in the room shifted, and Hoshi let out a startled laugh, his shoulders relaxing at her ability to lighten the mood. He turned around to look at her, his own grin returning as he leaned against the counter.

“Hey, I’m just trying to be a gentleman,” he joked, though the playful lilt in his voice didn’t completely mask the small knot of guilt he felt. “Coffee is the least I can do.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his attempt at staying formal. “A gentleman, huh?” she laughed, shaking her head. “Right. Well, next time you’re the one making that offer, make sure there’s a breakfast included.”

Hoshi chuckled, shaking his head as he started the coffee maker. “Deal.”

The teasing tone between them made it clear that, despite the intimacy of last night, things between them hadn’t changed. There was no tension, no awkwardness that lingered in the air like he had feared. They were still the same—Hoshi and Hani, their friendship and the playful banter still intact.

Even with everything that had happened, there was no need for awkward explanations or stilted conversations. It was just another chapter in the story of their dynamic.

“You’re not weirded out by last night, are you?” Hoshi asked, his voice casually drifting over to her as he fiddled with the coffee machine.

Hani looked up from where she was now pulling on her shoes, her expression thoughtful but not uncomfortable. She shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “No. I mean, it was fun, wasn’t it? And I trust you. I know you won’t make it uncomfortable.”

He met her eyes and smiled, feeling the tension in his chest slowly unraveling. “Yeah, exactly. Nothing’s changed.”

“Exactly,” she echoed.

As Hoshi prepared the coffee, he realized that while last night was a blur of heat and laughter, it was still just another part of the bond they shared.

[pigfartsviatardis]

Meljayvik threesome where Melvik are genuinely fully platonic

Eiffel Tower with Jayce in the middle except Mel and Viktor are actually high fiving in a bro way

Gleefully competing to see how many times they can make poor Jayce bluescreen in one night

Post coital painting each others nails and gossiping while Jayce smokes a cigarette and mentally recovers

I just love this concept sm (no hate to throuple meljayvik tho)

[loislanecoree]

Midnight Rain

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: The glitz and glamour of Hollywood isn't always what it seems. When Joe had started working with you in a movie, he had started wondering as to why you, the famous Hollywood starlet, has been acting out lately. Was there some dark secret behind all the angry spoiled façade? And why was he so fascinated about it?

Author's Note: I'm debating whether to extend this series into more than five parts... We'll see in the next few days. Anyway, here's part 2! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: 18+

Wordcount: 3.9K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Your headphones muffled the conversations that your team was having in the plane, while you looked out the window and stared at the clouds. It was cloudy today, and your eyes studied each cloud, finding any shape that you could make out with your imagination. A cloud that looked like a dog playing with a ball. A cloud that looked like a heart that slowly pulled apart as time passed by. Now, it just looked like a broken heart. The sun reflected above, and you couldn’t help but gazed up at the atmosphere. You wondered how high this plane could go. You wondered how close you were to the Earth’s atmosphere. You have about 10 hours of travel time to Paris, and you have all 10 hours to be stuck in this plane with your team that barely cared about you.

Reclining your seat to be more comfortable, you set a pillow underneath your head, curled up to your side and closed your eyes. Sleep was the only thing that could help you escape the world lately. You noticed recently that you have been taking naps more than usual. Every chance you got, you would curl up on your sofa or in your trailer, whenever you were on set, and just sleep. Just anything that could make you escape this depressing world. 

“Hey.” A hand on your arm shook you lightly. 

You stirred in your sleep and heard Skyler’s familiar voice again. 

“Hey, we’re about to land.” She said, shaking you lightly again before walking away. 

Fluttering your eyes open, you gazed up at the plane’s ceiling in front of you. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes before stretching your limbs and slid yourself from your seat. Walking into the lavatory, you turned on the small faucet and washed your face with the cold water to wake yourself up. You took a deep breath and stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment. Tired eyes, dark circles, and hair in a messy ponytail. Your brown roots were getting bad, but you didn’t want to do anything about your hair. It could stay messy just like your life. Exhaling a sharp breath, you walked out of the lavatory and settled back on your seat, buckling your seatbelt. 

It was already nightfall when you arrived in Paris. You looked out of the window of the plane as it descended and watched the city lights sparkled underneath you. The Eiffel Tower stood tall and glittered above everyone. As soon as the plane landed and you were taken to your hotel, Skyler helped you settle into your suite with the rest of your things. 

“So, tomorrow, we’re going to start with the photocall and then some interviews.” Skyler told you. “Get some rest. We’re all up early tomorrow.”

As soon as Skyler closed the door behind her, you were left alone in your huge suite. Luggages still by the door. The lights were dimmed, and you could see the Eiffel Tower from a distance through the window. Opening the doors of your bedroom, you found a king size bed sat in the middle. The pillows were all fluffed and ready for you. Kicking off your shoes, you flopped yourself on the comfortable bed and gazed up at the ceiling. You couldn’t help but feel alone again. 

You hated being drowned out by your thoughts. The room was eerily quiet, and you hated it. Sliding yourself off your bed, you walked towards the balcony, opening the doors and stepped out of it. The city was alive, and you stood there for a moment, inhaling the fresh night air and watching the Eiffel Tower sparkled in front of you. Gazing down on the streets, you watched a group of girls walk by, giggling and locking arms together. They looked like they were going for a night out. Then, a couple walked by holding hands and eating gelato. Looking over your shoulder, you stared at your luggages that was still by the door. 

You knew you shouldn’t.

But it was not like anyone really cared. 

“Fuck it.” You whispered under your breath, walking towards your luggages. 

You grabbed one of your luggage, zipped it open and grabbed a pair of leggings and a hoodie. You changed into them before grabbing your phone, keys and wallet. You put your hood up and slipped your sunglasses on your face before walking out of your hotel room. It was 9pm, and you were starving. Staying in your hotel room was driving you nuts, and you couldn’t take one more second of it. You walked towards the elevators and repeatedly clicked on the button, hoping you wouldn’t bump into any of your team members. 

“Hi.” You were greeted by Joe as soon as the elevator doors opened.

Great. 

You slid your sunglasses off, sighing. “Joe.”

Joe stepped out of the elevator and tilted his head. You saw his eyes widened in surprise as he said, “Y…You remembered my name.”

You rolled your eyes and said, “I’ve always known your name.”

Joe furrowed his brows, confused. “Then, why do you keep calling me John?”

You shrugged and slid your sunglasses back on. This conversation wasn’t something you wanted to continue. You pressed the elevator button again and waited for it to come back up. 

“Anyway, if anyone looks for me, tell them I’m asleep.” You said. 

The elevator doors opened and right before you could fully enter it, Joe gently grabbed you by the forearm. You froze in your tracks, immediately sliding your sunglasses off. Your eyes gazed down to his hand that was on your arm for a second before shifting your eyes up to him with a death glare. 

“You’re going out there alone?” He asked worriedly.

Although, his question wasn’t the thing that was irritating you at the moment. It was the fact that he had the audacity to touch you. To grab you like this. It wasn’t like he was hurting you or anything, but how dare he touch you?

“Sorry.” Joe let go of your arm as soon as he saw the expression on your face. 

“Next time, don’t touch me without asking for my consent.” Your words were sharp. 

You watched as Joe stood there for a minute, unsure what to say or react to what you just told him. The worried expression on his face was still deep in his eyes, and you wondered why he cared so much with whatever you were going to do with your life. He didn’t know you, and he certainly wasn’t your friend. He was just your co-star. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just that…” Joe stuttered his words. “You’re going out there alone? What if someone recognizes you?”

You chuckled at Joe’s ridiculous comment and shook your head. “I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

Before Joe could say anything else, you slid your sunglasses back on again and entered the elevator. You watched as Joe stood there and gave you a worried look as the elevator doors closed. You took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. You didn’t understand why he was too worried about you going out there alone tonight. It was none of his business, and you certainly didn’t need to explain yourself to him. 

Pushing the thought of Joe away, you walked down the street and enjoyed the cold night air. It has been a while since you were able to do things on your own without someone taking a photo of you or telling you what not to do. As you continued down the street, you mostly kept your head down, and slid your hands in your pockets. A small half empty restaurant caught your eyes, and you could literally hear your stomach growling the moment you saw the food that they were serving through the window. Without a hesitation, you entered the place and the server immediately greeted you with a smile on her face. 

“Bonsoir, madame.” She smiled. 

“Bonsoir.” You gave her a faint smile. “If you have a table at the back, it would be better, please.” 

“Bien sûr.” She nodded her head and led you towards the back. 

Settling down on your seat, you studied the menu and when the server came back, you ordered yourself some dinner. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander around the room, hoping that no one would recognize you. Even with the restaurant being half empty, you couldn’t help but feel anxious but as soon as you realized no one was really paying attention, you were able to finally relax. It has been so long since you have enjoyed your quiet company outside your house. It was almost like your brain wasn’t worrying about anything else, and you were just enjoying the food in front of you and the coziness of this restaurant. 

Walking back to your hotel room later that night, you kept your hood up and just enjoyed the starry night sky above you. You felt at peace and for the first time in a while, you felt normal. You felt like you could do anything without anyone judging every move you made. It had been a while since you felt this light. 

However, you knew it wasn’t going to last long, especially when a knock on your door the next morning jolted you awake. You groaned softly, pulling the covers over your head. It was too early, and you just wanted to sleep in. After a few moments of silence, you sighed and tried to put yourself back to sleep, only to be awakened again by a knock on your door. 

“Can’t get fucking peace around here.” You murmured under your breath, swinging your legs over the bed and grabbed your robe. 

Slipping your robe on, you walked towards the door and opened it.

“Bonjour, madame.” One of the hotel employees smiled at you. 

“Bonjour.”

He had a cart in front of him as you sighed and moved out of the way to let him in. After rolling it towards the small dining table, he placed the breakfast foods nicely on the table before smiling at you again and walked out of your room. 

“Merci.” You whispered. 

Sighing, you stared at the table full of breakfast foods. You grabbed yourself a piece of croissant before walking out of the balcony. You sat there, enjoying the morning sun as you ate your breakfast. You wanted to enjoy this quiet morning before your team started barging into your room to prepare you for the day. You mentally prepared yourself for today’s activities. You were ready for this press tour to be over. You wanted to take a vacation, but you were sure Skyler already had something different planned for you. 

“Good morning.” Skyler gave you a smile later that morning when she entered your room. 

Your team was getting everything set up. Your stylists laying out all their makeup and tools for you and preparing your dresses for today, while you stood there and watched them. 

“We’re ready for you.” Your hair stylist, Cameron, smiled at you, patting the chair in front of him. 

As you sat on the chair, you brought your legs up to your chest, sitting comfortably and scrolled your thumbs away on social media again. 

“Honey, it really isn’t that great to be in there.” Cameron said as he brushed your hair. 

“Well, I do what I want. I didn’t ask for your opinion.” The attitude was seeping through your voice again before you felt Cameron tugged on your hair a bit harder as he brushed it. 

You rolled your eyes and focused your attention on your phone. Then, Skyler sighing from behind you caught your attention. Gazing up at the mirror in front of you, you saw her reflection on the sofa. She looked agitated. 

“Cam, give us a moment, please.” Skyler said, walking up behind you. 

Cameron nodded his head and walked away as you gazed up at Skyler through the mirror. You furrowed your brows and stared at her, waiting for what she was about to drop on you. 

“So, there’s gonna be a sequel.” Skyler immediately went straight to the point. 

You scrunched your face the moment you heard those words slipped out of Skyler’s mouth. You slam your phone down on the table, getting up from your chair and turning to face her with a frustrated look on your face. It was literally 7am, and she was already pissing you off. 

“You said this movie isn’t going to have a sequel.” You argued, anger in your voice.

“Well, they decided to have one.” Skyler replied.

You scoffed, shaking your head. “That’s fucking bullshit!”

Skyler slammed her tablet on the table angrily. You could feel the air in the room had thickened as everyone else in your team exchanged looks. You could feel the awkward silence blanketing the room, but you didn’t care. You only cared about this conversation with Skyler. 

“I am doing my best to save your career!” Skyler exclaimed, making you flinch a little from the sudden explosion. “So, I don’t want to hear one more attitude from you if you want to keep this career! You signed a contract and part of it was the possibility of you having to do a sequel, so you’re going to suck it up and do it!” 

Your nostrils flared in anger, your chest heaving as you stared at Skyler with wide eyes. Your heart was beating a million times per second. You never saw Skyler like this before, not even when you would act up in front of her for the past year or so. Swallowing all the emotions that were coming up in your throat, you sat back down on your chair and kept your mouth shut. Cameron walked up to you again as Skyler shook her head and walked away from you. You kept your eyes focused on your phone as you waited until Cameron was finished with your hair. 

“May I be excused for a moment?” You told your makeup artist, Jane, before she could start with your face. 

She nodded her head as you got up from the chair and walked towards the bathroom. Closing the door behind you, your chest heaved as you breathed deeply. You were trying to control your breathing pace as you set your palms on the bathroom counter, hanging your head low between your shoulders. You let out an exhaled sharp breath before gazing up to the mirror and saw tears streaming down your face. You clamped a hand over your mouth as you sobbed quietly in the bathroom. After a few seconds, you wiped your tears, took another deep breath before walking out of the bathroom. 

You could see Jane giving you a look as she started doing your makeup. It wasn’t a bad look either. It was more sympathetic, and you couldn’t understand why she was giving you that. You wondered if she probably noticed the red rims around your eyes from crying. 

“I’ll use the waterproof mascara on you today.” Jane whispered to you. “It’s new, and I heard it’s great.” 

“Thanks.” You whispered. 

“You look beautiful.” She smiled at you after she finished. “Like a doll.”

You gazed up at her, your eyes wondering what she meant by that. Then, you realized what a doll was. A beautiful girl with lifeless eyes and empty on the inside. You felt your heart dropped on your stomach as you got up from your chair and let them slide your dress on. It was a mini dress with a floral design on it, and your wavy hair was flowing nicely on your back. 

The whole way to the event, you couldn’t help but look out the car window. Your heart was still beating right out of your chest as you continued to stay quiet. There was no sign of any genuinity with the people around you, and you were starting to feel the oxygen leave your lungs. As you entered the building, your eyes wandered around. Everyone was greeting each other happily, and you couldn’t help but think about how fake everyone was. You knew they were talking to each other behind their backs. Stabbing each other in secret, and you couldn’t help but shake your head. 

“Hey.” Joe walked up towards you with a smile.

Your eyes shifted towards him and wondered if he was fake too. If he was also just playing nice to you. Joe’s eyes suddenly shifted towards your hands that were trembling, and a distress look on your face washed over you. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He murmured, taking a step forward towards you. 

Joe tried to reach for you as your chest started heaving again, but he remembered what you told him last night. 

He couldn’t touch you. 

“Are you okay?” He asked again, his voice sounded distorted. 

You could feel the panic attack coming as you breathed heavily. Joe looked around the room and wondered how no one, especially your team, was noticing this. No one cared about what was happening to you in front of everyone. You looked pale, and your trembling hands reached for his forearm, your nails digging into the fabric of his suit.

“Get… Get me out… Get me out of here.” You breathed heavily, your vision started to blur. 

“Can I touch you?” He asked.

You immediately nodded your head as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the room and down the hall. Then, Joe’s eyes caught the double doors that led towards the balcony. 

Fresh air, he thought. 

He walked you out of the balcony, fresh air greeting the both of you, and you immediately slipped away from his arms. You held on to the metal railing, your head hung low as you breathed heavily, but you could barely get any air in your lungs. Your vision was getting worse, and you could barely feel anything from under your touch. You could barely feel the metal railing that you were holding onto. 

“Hey, hey.” Joe gently took your hands, turning you to face him. “Look at me.”

Your eyes wandered, trying to look for Joe’s eyes. Then, you found his chocolate button eyes staring at you worriedly. 

“Steady breathing.” He said. “Count with me.”

Joe started counting from one to ten, making sure that you were following every word he was saying. 

“Follow my breathing, okay?” Joe added as he continued to count with you. 

You tried your best to count with Joe as you followed his breathing pace.

1… 

2…

3…

4…

You kept counting with him until you finally started breathing steadily. Your vision started to clear as Joe continued and squeezed your hand softly. After you finally ground yourself, Joe could see the unshed tears in your eyes. You held in all the emotions you were feeling as you looked away, sliding your hands away from his. 

How embarrassing you were.

Joe exhaled sharply, relief washing over him. “Are you okay?”

You nodded your head, holding in the tears that were welling up in your eyes. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, eyes still looking away from him. 

Joe’s warm chocolate button eyes studied you for a moment, making sure that you were actually okay. When you finally glanced towards him, you could see the wonderment that was twinkling in his eyes. He tilted his head at you a little and took another step forward. 

“What happened?” He asked, his voice was almost a whisper.

You turned away from him again, your eyes staring at the view of the city. You looked down for a moment, your fingers playing anxiously. 

What happened?

What happened? 

What happened?

What happened was that you didn’t deserve anyone. What happened was that everyone in your team hated you, and you couldn’t even blame them because you brought this to yourself. You couldn’t blame anyone but yourself. This was your own doing. You did this to yourself. 

You have no one. 

Nobody, but just yourself.

Nobody to blame but yourself.

“You wouldn’t understand.” You murmured, taking a deep breath. “No one does.” You mumbled under your breath. 

Joe’s hand softly grazed over your arm, reluctant to touch you. Your eyes gazed down at his hand and then gazed up at him. You gave him a look of permission as he gently touched your arm. 

“Try me.” Joe answered. 

The genuinity in Joe’s eyes gave you a warm feeling in your stomach. Something you never felt before, but you couldn’t help but hesitate. You were emotional right now, and you didn’t know if you could trust him. Even if he helped you through that crowded room, you just couldn’t seem to bring yourself to trust him. 

At least, not yet. 

You didn’t know him. 

“Thank you for your help.” Your voice was soft and genuine. “But we should go back…” 

Your eyes were warm and soft towards him, an apologetic look on your face as you walked away from him. Joe couldn’t help but think in just one second, he saw the real you. For just a second, those eyes that stared at him were the same person he saw in those interviews years ago. He knew then that you were still in there, hiding inside this façade that you have built for the last year or so. 

It made him wonder why? It made him wonder as to why you built this wall towards everyone. Walking back inside the building, Joe watched as Skyler scolded you. Suddenly, you saw that façade built up in front of you again. The way your shoulders would curve inward as if you were hiding from something terrifying. The way your eyes would spark in anger as Skyler continued to give you instructions. 

He saw all of it. 

And he kept wondering who was behind all that dark façade. 

From the panic attack that you have experienced this morning, Joe wasn’t surprised when he had sat with you for the interview and your attitude had worsened. You both had to take a break a few times in order to get your act together. Joe, however, kept his mouth shut. He didn’t complain nor said anything else. He just kept his eyes on you.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Skyler whisper-yelled at you in the corner.

You had your arms crossed and didn’t say anything as Skyler said, “The movie gave you emotional damage? Do you think that’s a proper thing to say?”

“It’s true and apparently, it’s going to continue with the sequel coming up!” You argued. 

Skyler shook her head at you. “You’re unbelievable.”

You threw your hands in the air in frustration as if you were giving up before walking away from Skyler. Fifteen minutes later, Alex had barged into Joe’s dressing room and took a deep breath.

“So, you’re gonna be doing promos with the rest of the other cast.” Alex said.

“What happened?” 

What did not happen at this point, honestly.

“She isn’t feeling well, so she had to go back to the hotel.” Alex walked out of the room frustrated.

Joe nodded his head and followed right behind him. Just before he walked down the hall, he looked over his shoulder and saw you walked out of your dressing room. Skyler continued to scold you as your eyes shifted towards Joe. You saw that he was looking at you worriedly, and you kept wondering why. Joe saw the unshed tears in your eyes right before he turned his back to you and continued to follow Alex down the hall. 

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TAKE ME TO PARIS! - CHRATT

synopsis: two of your brother’s friends finally see you all grown up, and they decide they can share just this once.. pairings: BBF!Chris, BBF!Matt x Fem!Reader warnings: NO INCEST!! use of pet names, very smutty, unprotected p in v (don’t be silly wrap your willy), oral (m), rough, manhandling?, creampie, throat fucking, cum eating, EIFFEL TOWER!!!, (kinda) soft dom! matt and mean dom! chris (my holy grail), no capitalization on purpose.

NOT PROOFREAD!

author’s note: IM BACKKKK also im glazing the hell out of beard matt in this so don’t mind me being a whore for matt. hope yall enjoy because i rushed to get into the smut 😭

you’ve always been kaden’s little sister.

no matter how old you’ve gotten, everyone you’ve ever came in contact with knew you as “kaden’s little sister.” you can’t go anywhere without someone bringing up your stupid older brother. i mean, he was only two years older but it’s always been this way.

the thing that pissed you off most, was that all the hot guys wouldn’t DARE to even touch you because they “wouldn’t do their boy like that.” so you’ve always had a tough time trying to find a decent hook up.

but tonight, it was gonna be different.

you were invited by your brother to come out and have a couple drinks and just chill at a bar with him and some of his friends. you didn’t think much of it, but that’s when you saw him.

matt.

you hadn’t seen him since high school and boy oh boy did he change.

he came tonight with his hair more grown out than it was in high school compared to the side part, and oh my god he had a beard. something about it just instantly made you wet. but you HAD to get it together. you were just here for a couple drinks and then you could go. but just thinking about him..

matt was always nice to you and treated you like you were a real girl while growing up. him and his brothers were always close with kaden, and treated you fairly well. except one.

chris.

chris just never really liked you. he always made fun of you in a meaner way than the other boys would tease. kaden, matt, and nick’s teasing was harmless height jokes, but chris would always go a bit too far.

he also just treated you like you were a much younger sibling to him than you actually were. like you were five when he was 15 when in reality, you were only two grades behind him when you both were in school.

the party was just like any other party you’ve been to: loud, hot, and smelt like smoke and sweat. but for the first time in a long time, you hear that voice that made you feel that tightness in your stomach.

“hey, long time no see.”

you quickly whip around, almost choking on your drink when you hear his voice. matt. oh god he was so much more fucking hot up close. not soon after, chris is here; grinning at you like crazy.

“how’ve you been, beautiful?”

you knew exactly what you were in for the second they shared those glances

matt’s broad chest is flush against your back as he harshly thrusts into you, jerking your body forward as chris’ cock is hitting the back of your throat at a bruising pace while cum and drool drip down your chin, eyes rolling back. cum was already splattered against your face and back as their bodies that were slick with sweat pressed against your own heated body, not resting until you’ve gone dumb on their cocks.

matt’s whimpers fill your ears as they were low enough only for you to hear, his hands gripping your hips so tight it might cause a bruise. chris has a grip on your chin, his ring digging into your cheek as you whine around his cock. “stop fuckin’ whining like you didn’t want this.” he barks as he lets go of your chin and grips your hair instead, shoving your face down until it he’s balls deep down your throat. matt groans and curses under his breath praises.

“so good baby”

“keep goin’ f’me”

“thaaaaat’s it, mama”

finally he feels you begin to flutter around him and he continues his rough pace, thumb coming down to rub against your swollen clit. a load moan elicits from you around chris’ cock and he groans, hips stuttering before he fucks down your throat harder and harder, balls slapping against your chin as they’re both grunting and groaning lowly. finally, you get driven over the edge to your what felt like millionth orgasm of the night and a liquid spurts from you as you feel hot cum pour down your throat and pool inside your cunt. everything finally stills, and you feel the both of them pull out just seconds apart, pulling their pants back up before matt begins to clean the cum off your back and chris taps your chin “swallow.” he orders before you instantly do so.

“good girl.” he says before he helps wipe cum off of your face and he glances back at you and murmurs;

“don’t let kaden find out.”

yeah, obviously.

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[dvrk-moon]

POPULATION 300 - JAKE SIM

TEASER 1

synopsis : it was some bullshit that jake had to stay in a city barely on the map called elmbridge rather than going to italy with his best friend. being forced to spend a whole summer there, all jake expected to be there was old people, not a girl who hasn’t left his mind since that one night at the gas station.

word count : .9k

genre : summer love, jake x fem!reader

warnings : mentions of suicide

playlist : tba

expected release date : next month lol

i. SUMMER TRIP TO NOWHERE

There were two things that Jake hated most in the world. Heights, and going away from home.

When Jake was five, before going on a trip to an amusement park with his mother, he was fine with heights. 

But when his mom and him had reached the top of the mock Eiffel tower during their day out, and Jake had managed to watch someone’s last moments on the tower as they decided to take their own life, it was a different story.

The header: “24 Year Old Man Takes His Life After Plummet From Mock Eiffel Tower at Ark Island Amusement Park”. Forever engraved in Jake’s mind, he swore to himself to never intentionally put himself in a situation where he would be so high in the air that anything remotely similar could happen to him, someone he loved, or even a stranger. 

On the other hand, the idea of going away from home just irked Jake in such uncomfortable ways that he grew to resent it. The resentment eventually turned into hatred. 

So, when it was revealed to him that he’d have to spend his whole summer in some nameless town in the middle of the U.S. with his aunt rather than spend his summer in Italy with his parents and best friend, Sunghoon, naturally he declined. In what right mind would anyone choose an unknown town over Italy?

Clearly his aunt would. 

No matter how much he tried to persuade his parents out of it, no matter how much he attempted to convince his aunt that taking him and his younger cousin, Huiyeon, on this trip was a bad idea, and no matter how much he struggled to make Sunghoon talk to his parents about taking him to Italy anyways — because they clearly loved Jake enough to at least try and do so — instead of ‘Middle-of-Nowhere-Ville’, all his trials ended fruitlessly.

Because two weeks after receiving the proposal of the trip, here Jake was, sitting in the passenger seat of his aunt’s half-working 1998 Ford Escort, trying to drown out Billy Joel by using his hand-me-down cassette player from his dad. 

Seated behind him was assorted bags that each person inside the car had chosen as essentials to bring, Huiyeon: some old dolls she’d bought with her mom at an antique store during a trip to a small town in Oregon, her quilt since birth, dress up clothes, and of course clothes suited for a seven year old such as herself; Jake: about 20 different flannels, about 20 different cassettes, an ugly doll that he originally was going to leave at home, but since his mom considered it ‘necessary’, he packed it in his suitcase to appease her, and his polaroid; and his aunt, Seulyi: clothes you could typically find any 31 year old wearing, a picture book, a couple cassettes she had found for Jake, and some jewelry.

There were also more bags in the trunk, loaded with clothes. Due to the trunk space being so unexpectedly small, each person only got to pack two bags of clothes. The remaining things that needed to be packed were left in the bags in the backseat row, or left at home, due to lack of room.

A newly awakened Huiyeon interrupted the comfortable silence — aside from the Billy Joel songs from the radio — in the car.

“Are we there yet?” she yawned, stretching herself over as far as she could in the row without touching the bags that occupied the spot next to hers. One hand rubbed her left eye while the other one was shaken. “My whole body feels fuzzy.”

“Like TV static?” Jake questioned. He figured she was trying to wake her body up from falling asleep.

“Yeah. I feel fuzzy.” She responded, yawning a second time.

“We’re almost there,” Seulyi reassured from the drivers seat. Huiyeon and her met eyes from the rear view mirror, “give it about 20 more minutes, Hui.”

As Seulyi focused her attention back on the road, Jake took this time to fully take off his headset and pause his cassette. 

“Hey, Aunt Seulyi?” 

Seulyi hummed a half response.

“What’s the name of this town again? I forgot to look it up when I still had my phone…” Jake semi laughed. His phone was probably on his dresser at his house, or maybe in his parents room. Two days before the trip, they’d confiscated it in hopes that ‘he’d learn to keep away from it for a while’ and ‘he’d actually have to connect with people his age in real life’. Apparently, according to both them and Seulyi, the service there was horrible anyways.

What a load of bullshit. If Jake had to guess, the town would most likely be filled with old people, not anyone his age he could connect with. 

“The town is called Elmbridge. The population is only around three hundred people, so it’s more than likely you’ll see the same people more than once while you’re down there.” Seulyi informed. “That means don’t pull anything dumb, Jake.” 

Seulyi glanced in his direction, not in a way to berate him, but more in a warning way. Jake half assed a laugh as he turned out to face the window to watch trees as the car flew on the highway.

“Also, just to let you both know, we’re about forty five minutes away from actual human civilization,” she joked, “so this experience will be something interesting for us all.”

a/n : ive been formulating this story since 2020 LMFAO originally i wrote it with nct’s renjun in mind but i felt bad for emu having a sad ending for jake so here is his redemption arc

[aperiraa]

No bc I wanna talk more ab stepbro!loak n teyam likee

they’d be ALLLL up on u when it’s js yall three in the house, like imagine u go downstairs to make sum food n then lo’ak come up behind u n hug u around ur waist kissin on ur neck n sayin sum “what’re doin mama” (n he got the grey sweats n wife beater combo on too😝). Or let’s say ur on the coach js minding ur business, then teyam comes n picks u up and sits you down in his lap, n when u start to complain he says sum “relax babygirl, it’s not like anyone is gonna see” while kissin ur neck n feelin u up.

LIKE MHM😫

They be plottin ts too and ass soon as they get yo ass in a room it's eiffel tower time I'm talking high five over yo head type shit and they finna get cocky and post abt it on they story and neytiri suspicious ass be wondering "why my baby always asleep when I get home" and they boys just shrug but they fucked yo ass to sleep

[peachdues]

if tengen and sanemi were holding hands instead of a five hand, would that be a golden gate bridge instead of an eiffel tower??🤔🤔

See, I thought the meeting of the hands for the high five is what completed the Eiffel Tower, so wouldn’t it still be an Eiffel??? Or maybe it is a Golden Gate Bridge??