#How To Grow Taller At 15 Girl

[pradaax]

Twisted

Song Mingi x Reader 18+

What could possibly go wrong with sleeping with your boss’ son?

Your red bottoms clacking as you entered the company, the stares didn't go unnoticed to you. You could say you always did enjoy a bit of attention.

You passed by the security and into the elevator. The doors opened showing the hallway that leads to the office of the man you weren't happy about seeing.

You didn't bother knocking and entered the office, there he was in the chair with his unbuttoned shirt, a drink in his hand and a girl in her bra on the desk "Why are you here?" He clicked his tongue placing his drink down.

"Scram." You demanded, your eyes bruised on the girl who started to pick up her clothes from the floor and ran out the office. You strolled up to the him. "Did he send you?"

You ignored him, your eyes running around the office room that smelt like fresh sex. A disgust look took over your face when your eyes landed on him.

You worked for Mr Song, Mingi’s father. You were loyal to him, he was your role model and you were proud to work for a hard working man who worked so hard to build a company from nothing to where it was now. A big corporation in Seoul.

Mr Song was a gentleman but his son was a totally womaniser though that wasn't the only reason why you loathed him it was also the fact that whatever his father built would come down to the ground if Mingi stayed like this.

It was a well known fact that he would always bring in different women to the office almost everyday but no one dared to say anything because the man also had anger issues.

"You need to put a stop to this." You warned throwing the files you were holding on the oak brown desk. "The sales have dropped by 15% and Park’s corporation is no longer wanting to partner." He lazily opened one of the files, scanning it before looking back up you since you were still standing.

The hatred feeling between you two was mutual, you both didn't like each other or even handle being in each other's presence. Mingi didn't like the fact that his own father trusted you more than him or how he treated you as if you meant something more than him.

"This has nothing to do with me, numbers dropped before I was in charge." Mingi’s voice hit your ears and you almost wanted to laugh at the stupid mark he made.

“Stop fooling around, you’re the CEO of Song corporation now. Grow up, Mingi.” Your statement made him poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue and raise a brow. He stood up stepping towards you.

“You have some confidence on you, walking in here telling me what to do and what not. I don’t know if you have been sucking my father’s dick but-”

The slap that had just landed on his face cut him off. He scoffed titling his head, his eyes not leaving yours as your ones danced between his. Mingi had crossed the line. “Don’t ever say such sick things.”

You turned to leave but the sudden grip on your wrist span you around. Your body was pressed against his one. You stared up at the taller male, before you had the chance to say something his slender fingers wrapped around your throat pushing you back to the couch.

“What the hell are you doing?” Your eyes widen as you fell on the couch, his fingers only tightening. Mingi leaned over, he was only inches away from your face. Anger in his eyes and the smell of whiskey was lingering around your nose.

“Should I be the last face you see?” A creepy smile making its way to his face. His eyes growing as your face turned red, he was crashing your windpipe. Your hands wrapped around his wrist trying to loosen his grip but that didn’t work and you took the opportunity to dig your nails into his neck too.

“G-Go to hell.” You managed to spit out, his eyes only darkening more. A wince leaving his mouth when your nails dag deeper.

The door opening caught both of your attention. San strolled in with a frown on his face and his hands in his pockets. “Did I walk in at the right or wrong time?”

Mingi’s grip loosened and he stood straight rubbing his neck. You coughed gasping for air, your throat completely dry.

“I won’t even ask.” San informed, you glared at the taller man in the room before standing up and heading to the door. “Yes, go run to Mr Song.” Mingi’s voice was heard before you slammed the large wooden door shut.

You pulled out the ringing phone and it was Mr Song. You put it on your ear hearing his cheerful voice.

“How did it go?” He asked.

“He’s out of control, Mr Song. Sales have dropped by 15% and the Parks no longer want to partner.”

“I will take care of him, go back to see him in a few days.”

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You took a deep breath before opening the large doors. It was night and no one was in the company besides some security who let you know that Mingi was still in.

The office was dim and the chair was facing the city lights outside the large window. Mingi didn’t bother turning around. Your heels clacking in the silent room.

You bite your lip, this was a bit unusual. “Mingi?” He didn’t answer but you knew he was there, the chair might’ve had a long backrest but you could still see the man’s hair. You flicked the lamp near him on. You frowned moving even closer trying to see his face.

You almost gasped when his features came in sight. His lip was busted, a cut on his eyebrow and cheek and a light bruise around his eye. Mingi’s attention went on yours. He had a drink in his hand that he had now placed down and a bloody handkerchief.

“What happened to you?” You were now in front of him, looking down with concern drawn over your face. Your hand reaching out to the first aid kit next to him. You quickly pulled out wipes, you dapped it on the cut on his cheek making him wince. “Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Why would you get into a fight? The press conference is in a few days!” You stated purposely pressing hard on his cut. “He scratched my car, what did he expect?”

Your mouth almost fell open at the stupid excuse to start a fight. “Let me guess, I should see the other guy?” You glared at him, he let out a small laugh. It was your first time seeing him genuinely laugh which made him bloom. “Read my mind.”

You started to clean the cut on his lip, the silence was comfortable for some reason. You felt his stare on you but you ignored that and continued with your task though shortly Mingi gently grabbed your wrist pushing your hand away.

Your eyes met and it felt like he had casted a spell on you. You didn’t realise how close you really were to him yet you didn’t move.

“If you stay that close, I’m going to kiss you.” He softly whispered, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you because he started leaning closer you stayed still like you were waiting for your lips to connect with his plump ones.

Mingi grabbed the back of your head closing the gap between you two. The kiss was anything but sweet. The taste of metallic coming in your mouth due to the cut on his lip but that didn’t bother you.

With his free hand he wrapped it around your waist pulling you down on his lap. You could feel his bludge growing by the second under you. Your hands wrapped around his dark hair, lightly tugging on it as you started to sway your hips making him let out a groan. Mingi pulled away latching his mouth on your neck, planting soft kisses down your chest as he took your blazer off and pulled your dress down revealing your hard nipples.

His thumb teasingly circled around your nipple causing a moan to escape. He grabbed your tit and his warm tongue danced around the nipple before sucking it.

“Oh god.” You murmured tugging more on his hair, you haven’t felt anything like this in a while. You felt the wetness between your legs and wanted more.

You stood up dropping to your knees and unbuttoned his pants, with his help they were pulled down. You bit your lip seeing how big he really is.

You grabbed his length in your hand and Mingi had a fistful of your hair pushing your head down. “Spit on it.” He ordered and you did so but he took that chance to shove himself down your throat.

You started to bob your head, your mouth fully stuffed with his cock. “Taking it like a good girl.” He smirked when you looked up at his face, your cheeks were rosy, your brows pinched together and your hair was messy since he was still tugging on it.

Mingi grabs your arms pulling you up in a second, he stood up and pushed you down on his desk. He lifted your dress up and ripped your stockings.

He moved your panties to the side as he leaned over you. “So wet for me.” He whispered biting your neck. Mingi took out a condom from his drawer and put it on after ripping off the package.

“Don’t flatter yoursel-” A whimper cut you off when he positioned himself to your entrance and with no warning slammed into you, stretching you out.

“F-Fuck you.” You mumbled digging your nails into his shoulders, his pace was nowhere near gentle. “I’m already doing the fucking, doll.” Mingi licked your lips, grinning hard seeing the mess you were and how you barely were able to form words.

“I think I like you better when you’re moaning more than talking.” He purred against your neck, his thrusts not dying down.

He kept abusing your insides over and over. His hands were running down your body. He stood straight placing your leg on his shoulder and holding onto your hips keeping you in place as he kept slamming into you like there’s no tomorrow.

“You have a pretty cunt for such a horrible bitch.” He groaned watching how his length was disappearing inside you.

You pulled out the middle finger at him, you felt light headed from all the pleasure and the heat rushed through your body. You arched your back when he started to rub your swollen clit.

With one thrust he pushed himself so deep inside you, both of your hips now touching. No one’s ever been that deep and you loved it. Your legs twitched and you released over his cock. He jerked inside you with a groan you knew he was done.

He pulled out throwing the condom in the trash under his desk. Mingi fixed himself up, you were still on the desk unable to move. “Did I fuck you that good?” He smiled proud of himself making you roll your eyes.

He carried you making your arms wrap around his neck. Mingi gently placed you on the couch and covered you with the blanket. You felt sleep taking over you when he started to play with your hair.

“I didn’t get into a fight. I was jumped by Mr Song’s guard. Funny how my father shows his love, right?”

Twisted

[meangirls-imagines]

Heyo! I saw your requests were open and knew I had to slide in on this.

So I was hoping to request something with fem!Reader with Renee Rapps Regina George. That idea is that reader just has absolutely no dirt on her(reader out here being the golden child). Anyway it passes on Regina to no end, especially because she can't intimidate the taller girl.

One day, they are arguing in the halls, and the reader just kinda grabs her by the lapels of her jacket or front of her shirt and pulls her in really close. Says something along the lines of her not being able to do anything and not piss her off. Then a switch just kinda flips in Regina, like, ah shit, did I find that hot?

Anyway, proceed with Regina trying her best to get reader to date her, and it just kinda being brushed off for a while. You do whatever you gotta do, and if you don't wanna do this, totally get it.

..... holy cow, sorry for all of the writing. I just saw you like detailed asks and went overboard. Whoops, anyway, love your writing, and I hope you have an absolutely fabulous day/night!! 💐💐😁

Regina George is a Bottom

Description: Regina is frustrated that Reader doesn't care for her. One day, after an argument, Regina realizes she might not be the apex predator after all.

WARNINGS: reader being a little shit, regina gay panicking, mentions of masturbation, slight smut at the end, slight choking (regina receiving)

Regina considered herself an amicable person.

She liked to think that after dying for 15 seconds, not much could bother her.

Boy, was she wrong.

Y/N Y/L/N seemed to be the only person in the whole school that didn't care what was going on with Regina. For example, when Regina got blasted with the sprinklers, and one girl asked why she hadn't changed her look, Y/N simply responded, "Who cares what makeup look Regina is wearing?"

When Regina got hit by the bus, she received multiple cards from people at school, one being from her entire english class. Even high on pain meds, she noticed the one signature missing. Y/N.

When the teacher asked Y/N to sign it, the girl responded, "Why would I sign a card for something that could've been avoided?"

When Regina healed and came back to school, she made it her mission to at least befriend Y/N. She started trying to make small talk with the girl, only receiving short answers. She tried to invite the girl to sit with her at lunch, only for her to say no.

Regina was about to explode. Why didn't she have an effect on this girl? Why did she seem to not care about her? Why is she so hot?

What?

Regina tried to shake that thought from her head. She wasn't gay. She just thought Y/N was nice to look at. She thought a lot of girls were nice to look at, that didn't mean she wanted to have sex with them.

She wanted to have sex with Y/N. Wait..

Was Regina gay?

She needed to talk to someone gay.

Janis was not surprised to see Regina at her door, asking if they could talk. She knew this day would come eventually and after presenting the Lesbian Masterdoc like a Ted Talk, Regina came to a conclusion.

She was gay. And she wanted Y/N.

Over the next few weeks, she would not take no for an answer from the girl and the blonde is beginning to irritate Y/N. She won't leave her alone. They only share two classes together but Regina has made to her mission to sit next her for both.

Y/N didn't want to admit that Regina was kinda growing on her. She knew how the blonde worked. She knew of her reputation to string people along and dump them. Plus, she wasn't even sure Regina was gay.

The blonde was persistent, Y/N will give her that. She wanted to see how far Regina would go. Or if she would ever tell Y/N if she was gay or not.

Regina was at her breaking point. She had no idea what else to do. She had done all her usual tricks, but none of them were working on Y/N. The girl was like a brick wall. Nothing was getting through to her.

So, Regina did what Regina does best, she made a show out of it.

Boy, did it backfire on her.

She decided to confront Y/N during a passing period, towards the end of it. They both had a free period so it wasn't like they were running late to go anywhere.

"Why do you not like me?"Y/N looked at the blonde confused, closing her locker. "Excuse me?" Regina huffed. "Why don't you like me?" Y/N rolled her eyes. and started to walk down the now empty hall, Regina right on her tail.

"I never said I didn't like you Regina." Regina scoffed. "You don't have to say it. I already know, I just wanna know why." Y/N kept walking, ignoring the question. Regina had enough and grabbed Y/N's arm roughly, turning the girl around.

"Answer me!"

What happened next awoke something in Regina.

Y/N gently wrapped her hand around Regina's throat, squeezing gently. "I'm gonna have to ask you to remove your hand from my arm George. I never said I didn't like you. I know your tricks. But since you're so desperate, tomorrow, 8 o'clock, be ready because I'm taking you out."

Y/N released her grip and walked away from the shocked blonde. Regina stayed rooted to her spot in the hallway. She didn't know if she was horny or nervous. She simply collected herself, walked to her jeep, and drove home, skipping the rest of the day.

After a session with her vibrator, she realized that she was in fact horny and came to the thought of Y/N's hand wrapped around her throat again.

Laying in bed, extremely satisfied, she came to one conclusion.

She was in fact a bottom.

Her conclusion would be confirmed less than 24 hours later, when Y/N had her bent over in the back of her car, strap pounding her pussy until she saw stars.

[ihrtsevyn]

Can you please write something about Johnnie getting jealous🫶🏼

— JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY . . . 𖤐 | j.g x reader

synopsis small scenario + headcanons of johnnie being jealous !

warnings slightly aggressive behavior?, cursing, lowercase intended, no specific race/gender/age specified. use of gender neutral terms. reader is intoxicated in the scenario. talks of insecurity.

wc 1.3k

masterlist | main page <3

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SCENARIO:

johnnie would like to think that he isn't a jealous person, but undeniably he is. there's not a worse feeling than seeing the person you love fawn over another.

the feeling that grows in his stomach is unsettling, it makes him want to throw up. do you always scrunch your nose up when you laugh? is this guys jokes really that funny? the way you throw your head back and let out a loud cackle makes it seem so, but johnnie fully believes you're putting on a show. johnnie's funny too. you would know if you weren't so busy cuddled up under...brian? brad? whatever his name is, it doesn't matter. that should be him.

jake had been talking johnnie's ear off for the past 15 minutes about a small brawl that happened between two girls, or was it two guys? johnnie couldn't remember, his eyes had been laser focused on you the entire evening, his ears only picking up bits and pieces of jake's story. the sight hurt him, truthfully. it really shouldn't have because you two weren't dating but he did believe there was something going on between you two. an unspoken mutual attraction.

"dude, you haven't blinked once in the past twenty minutes i've been talking to you." jake worriedly mentioned with raised eyebrows.

jake's small comment easily caught johnnie off-guard. he rubbed his eyes with his free hand before rapidly blinking. his taller friend was joking but it was comical to see the emo get red in the face from embarrassment.

"just go talk to them." jake muttered, following his friends gaze. "they're busy, can't you tell?" johnnie mumbled bitterly before finally tearing his eyes away from your form for the first time that night.

he looked down at the solo cup that he maintained a loose grip on, woefully swirling the alcohol in choppy motions. he couldn't even remember what he was drinking at that point. ever since he laid eyes on that familiar face it's all he's been thinking about. you. you. you.

as well as the fact that all of your attention was on some other guy when it should be him.

jake scoffed before taking a quick sip of his drink, head shaking in disappointment. "just go talk to her, i can't stand to see you looking like a kicked puppy all night."

he tapped johnnie's shoulder a few times before escaping off into another conversation.

johnnie's gaze followed jake's form until he was fully out of sight, turning his full attention back to you. what he didn't expect was for your eyes to already be settled on him, making him freeze in the spot.

you offered him a kind smile before waving him over. he hesitated in his steps before taking quick strides over to you. what happened to that guy you were talking to?

"hey." he quietly muttered with a tight lipped smile. "hey, are you enjoying the party?" you asked. from that sentence alone, johnnie quickly came to the conclusion that you were fucked up. your smile was wide and blissful, eyes glossy and spaced out, not to mention the drunken drawl in your voice.

"sure, are..are you okay?" johnnie asked, a worried tilt in his voice. you nodded your head with closed eyes. the way your head lolled to the side and the cheshire grin on your face made johnnie think that you weren't fully aware of how drunk you had gotten.

"have you met my new friend brandon? he just went to go make us some more drinks. but he's so funny, i swear you'll love him." your pronunciation of words was all over the place and you could barely keep your eyes from closing.

oh, right. brandon was his name. johnnie rolled his eyes at the simple mention of the man before sighing and taking the seat next to you. even with your dazed state you could see the clear annoyance on his face. "i think it's time we get you home, hm?" johnnie muttered, eyes softening at your doe eyed stare.

"you don't like him, do you?" you asked quietly, completely ignoring johnnie's last statement. his eyebrows furrowed at your comment, slightly caught off guard by your question. "what? what do you mean? who don't i like?"

"brandon. you've been staring knives at us the whole time we've been talking."

shit. you saw him? "i-i dont even know the guy enough to hate him." johnnie nervously croaked out, his smile fell weak as he avoided your gaze.

"if i didn't know any better id say...you're jealous." you muttered, a sly smile growing on your lips. "what? no! come on, let's get you home, you're talking nonsense."

"don't you wanna wait for brandon?" you asked looking up at him as he grabbed your arm, pulling you up. "no." he immediately answered with slightly widened eyes.

you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your mouth as you leaned into him for support. "you're definitely jealous." you quietly stated another muted laugh following after.

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HEADCANONS:

he gets quieter. johnnie himself isn't the loudest most out-spoken person but when shuffles to the side and stops inserting himself in certain conversations, you'll know something's wrong.

becomes passive aggressive. he doesn't really mean to, it just comes naturally. the person that you seem to take a liking to makes a joke at someones expense and johnnie will find a way to turn it back on them. adding in snippy comments whenever they talk open their mouth and scoffing in disbelief when you laugh at one of their corny jokes.

tries to act unbothered. he'll force a smile and shrug his shoulders if someone asks him if he's okay. his responses are curt and have a monotonous tone, his voice straining sometimes as he forces out an "i'm good." he thinks he looks cool and unbothered when in his jealous state but instead he looks spaced out and miserable. it's very noticeable how frigid his posture becomes, his jaw clenching in annoyance as he stares daggers at whoever is taking up too much of your time.

overthinks. johnnie has been hurt before and he doesn't want it to happen again. his mind starts to go to a dark place and insecurities start to rise to the surface. he hates feeling this way so once he realizes these harmful thoughts are starting to come back he won't hesitate to voice his thoughts to you. you mean a lot to him and he'd hate for your relationship to go off of the rails because of a lack of trust or because of an insecurity that's been uprooted.

will isolate himself. if he's feeling jealous to the point of anger then he'll outwardly avoid you until he cools down. he goes to the quietest place available and is just alone with his thoughts, which isn't the best idea when he's starting to lose confidence in the role of being your boyfriend.

seeks comfort. in all honesty johnnie doesn't get jealous that easily, it's a rare thing. but when it does happen it's kind of hard to pull him out of that self-deprecating headspace. he won't outright ask for your comfort but as you build your relationship and notice his habits, it's easy to realize when he's in need of some reassurance.

he'll become a fidgety and nervous mess. his thoughts becoming more clouded and loud as time went on. half of his thoughts are telling him to grow a pair and the other half are worriedly expressing their concerns about the state of your relationship. he really just needs to hear you say that he's all you want/need.

once he gets that reassurance that he's the love of your life accompanied with an unwavering confidence from you, he starts to feel all better. even a bit cocky when he hears how you fawn over him. his once congested thoughts become clear of any and all doubt and he's suddenly smiling from ear to ear. he realizes how stupid it was to feel any type of jealousy when it's clear that the love you share for each other is equal.

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thank you sm for the request! i really enjoy writing for johnnie lol. hope you guys like it <3 :)

requests are still open if you guys have any ideas :)

[kikixreverie]

Need to know

Best friend!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary - When your best friend starts acting strange and you're left confused about his feelings, Natasha manages to convince you to try to make him jealous, what could go wrong?

Word count - 5k

Warnings - kind of smut, Dry-humping, slight dirty talk, a lot of kissing, fluff, jealousy

A/n - This was a request from an anon but Tumblr ate the ask... and I don't have it written down, but it was something along the lines of 'Best friend!bucky x reader where she asks him advice about a guy to make him jealous'. I wrote this months ago and it definitely wasn't supposed to be this long but here we are. I have edited it about 50 times now and still feel kinda anxious about it since I haven't posted in a while so I really hope you enjoy!

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You had always been close with Bucky. Always. Having met in your teenage years and grown up together, you were thick as thieves, he'd been your best friend for now the majority of your life. Someone you'd always go to over anyone else when problems would arise at home or school, and he did the same with you.

He had found you hiding out in the library on your second day at your new school, picking at your food with distaste as you sat alone. You were surprised at the fact that the boy had even talked to you in the first place, offering a small wave of his hand and a kind smile when you first saw him, but when he asked politely if he could sit with you and didn't hesitate to pull his lunch from his backpack and complain as dramatically as possible that there was just 'far too much food in his bag and no way he could eat it all', you remember smiling the most you had in weeks, rolling your eyes as you took the fruit he had offered you wordlessly.

You'd been best friends ever since, and there was always this unspoken understanding between you, one that you never had with Steve, as much as you loved him, or Natasha, as close as you are. It was always different with Bucky, always a different atmosphere between the two of you.

That was also unspoken. You'd mentioned it once to Natasha, explained to her that somehow, just being in the same room as him managed to calm that ever-looming anxiety you tended to feel, and when you'd meet his eyes across the distance, you always knew exactly what he was trying to tell you without any words needing to be spoken, that for weeks after your childhood pet passed away when you were 15, Bucky held your hand every single day because your anxiety had spiked and he had noticed the constant shake to them. That became a hard habit to lose.

Her response was 'the look', almost deadpan, wordlessly saying to you 'I know you're not a fucking idiot, c'mon now'.

You had blushed and changed the subject.

Of course there were times you might've looked at him a bit differently, you met at a fairly young age, and it was after meeting him that your interest in boys grew.

Watching the scrawny boy you'd known since you were 13 get his braces off and grow a sudden foot taller was a lot for your growing heart to handle, and then that Brooklyn-boy charm came in and girls were falling at his feet, not one of them knowing or caring about who he was, just hypnotised by those light blue eyes. You always hoped he was too distracted by those girls to notice how desperately hard you tried not to fall under his spell too.

So yeah sure, there may have been a time during your mid-to-late teens and possibly your early twenties that you might have liked him in a' more than a friend' way.

But that didn't mean anything had to come of it.

However, there's a certain red-headed Russian woman in your life that, for some reason, refuses to let you hide in your dark pit of misery and denial.

You shouldn't have even mentioned it. the one time you willingly brought up the topic of James Barnes with the all-knowing Natasha and she had immediately fed your delusions.

"I'm not saying he was jealous at all, Nat, I'm just saying... he looked kind of upset."

"What kind of upset? Did he look sad? Angry? Were his eyebrows all furrowed? ooh, did his fists clench? I bet his fists clenched. The jaw definitely clenched. He's a jaw clencher for sure-"

"Nat, Stop! He just..." You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically as you leaned against her kitchen counter, "He just seemed off."

"Okay, but did his jaw-"

"Yes! Now can we stop talking about it."

She stopped what she was doing to stare at you, her eyebrows raised, "You do realise you're the one that brought it up right?"

You sighed and pressed your palm to your forehead, before dragging it down your face, and Natasha tutted, wrapping her arms around you in a tight squeeze.

"You're stressing yourself out too much about all this, babe. Why don't you just ask him how he feels."

You pulled back from the comforting embrace quickly, but still stayed in her arms, "Fuck that. No. No way. Then he'd know, he'd know why I asked, or he'd at least ask me why I asked and then I'd either have to run away or lie to him and I've never been able to-"

"Okay, breathe angel. Stop this, you can't do this forever, honey. I know you're scared of losing him but this is what could break your friendship if you let it, half the time you're avoiding him because you are so scared of him knowing how you feel." Said Natasha, before she pulled away to continue with her cooking.

"What do you mean how I feel?" You asked, feeling your cheeks grow hot when she sighed and shook her head, not even looking your way.

"Nope, no, not even gonna get started on that one. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

You opened your mouth to argue but she only gave you another look, and your mouth snapped closed.

It was silent for a moment and you leant your elbows on the counter, holding your face in your hands as you watched her expertly sprinkle different spices into her food, but you knew not to get too comfortable in her silence, Natasha was scheming, and that was definitely something to be frightened of.

You practically jumped out of your skin when she finally broke the silence, "I have an idea, but I need you to have an open mind and actually listen for once, okay?"

You hesitated, struggling to hold the intense eye-contact she was currently giving you. A part of you was ready to say no, tell her to leave it be and let you wither in a pit of sadness, but the rest of you leaned in to her words, wanting, no, needing something to happen, anything after years of this constant stalemate, this strange game of cat and mouse between yourself and your best friend. You were constantly holding your breath around Bucky, waiting for something inevitable to happen. What that would be? You had no idea, but you couldn't do it anymore.

"...go on." You finally said, having made up your mind without realising. Natasha almost seemed surprised, but you weren't sure that was even possible. She nodded and gave you a smile.

"You wanna know if he was jealous? Give him a reason to be and then figure out if he is, that way, you'll have more of an idea of how he's feeling, and when it comes to talking to him about your feelings, you might actually do it this time. Plus, you might get some info on how to get him even more interested."

You thought over her words, still confused as to what her grand plan was, "And how might I do that exactly?"

"Say you've got a date, ask him for advice, play with him a little bit. Works every time, trust me."

She said it like it was no big deal, and you were stuck on the way her smirk widened when she said 'play with him a little bit'.

"I just told you I can't lie to him." You replied.

Natasha simply raised her eyebrow at you, "As if you haven't been lying to him since you were 15."

"Hey, that's not lying, it's just... concealing certain parts of the truth."

She tilted her head in your direction but you ignored her, turning away completely and crossing your arms over your chest with a huff.

"Don't lie then, tell him that your interested in some guy and play it off like your asking for advice. He doesn't have to know that he is said guy and its all a secret ploy to make his jaw clench again."

"Nat." You groaned.

"What?"

"Why would I ask him for advice though? He knows I'd go to you."

Nat sighed this time, frustrated with your excuses, "Tell him you wanted advice from a guy."

"But Steve-"

"Just do it! If he's actually jealous he'll be more focused on the fact that your trying to get into pants that aren't his." She raised her voice, dropping her wooden spoon into the simmering pot to turn to you, that Russian accent peaking through her words.

"Nat, I'm telling you now, he isn't jealous."

She almost started to argue, but then she spotted that dejected look in your eye and stopped herself, taking a deep breath to calm her frustrations and think of a good response, "Are you saying that because you believe it? Or because you want him to be jealous so bad you wish he wasn't, because you're terrified of losing him."

You went silent, staring down at the floor when you realised you had no response for her.

"Thought so." She said before shuffling closer, pulling you in for a hug, "Look babe, you need to stop worrying about what could happen, and just focus on what is happening right now. If you're not ready to tell him how you feel, you don't have to. Trying this won't hurt, and it won't hurt your friendship, okay? Go one step at a time, you're getting too ahead of yourself."

You thought about it for a while as you enjoyed the hug, before you pulled back and nodded, thanking her for the advice and apologising for being difficult, she only chuckled and began to dish up the food.

"No worries honey, I'm used to it."

It's not like you had ever said you'd actually do it, and you never exactly planned to. But Natasha's plan had started to loom over every interaction you had with Bucky, so much so that without realising you had started to avoid him, and that only made you feel worse.

It took a sleepless night of tossing and turning and missing your best friend like crazy when you finally made the decision. You can't do this forever, why not just say fuck it for once.

It started when Bucky had invited you to his place for a movie night, like he did every weekend, like he had the past two weekends where you had declined, but this time you said yes, and decided that this would be the night you tried to make him jealous.

You weren't proud of it, and a part of you felt incredibly guilty as you stood at his door and knocked. No matter how many times Natasha told you this was harmless, you still couldn't believe her.

"Are we knocking now? What happened to 'your place is my place'?" Bucky asked as he opened the front door to let you in, barely moving aside so your arm brushed against his when you walked past him.

"Ha ha. Just didn't know if it was locked or not." You punched his shoulder and he scrunched up his face in mock offense.

"Sure. Go sit down and pick a movie, I'm just getting some snacks ready." Bucky said, nodding to the couch before he turned and walked into the kitchen, black sweatpants so low on his hips you could just about see the waistband of his boxers, wearing a black t-shirt with his hair pulled back into the low bun you'd helped him learn how to do.

You nodded slowly, watching him walk away for a few seconds before rolling your eyes at your own idiotic behaviour and slumping down across Bucky's couch, the remote in your hand as you lazily flicked through Netflix.

"Any particular genre?" You shouted out to Bucky, who came out from the other room to shrug his shoulders at you.

"Like I said, doll, whatever you'd like. Only fair after I made you come with me to see that god-awful movie Pheobe forced me to watch."

You snorted a laugh, frowning when he walked away again, your mind wandering to the last time you went to the movies with Bucky, over a month ago now, when he had forced you to third-wheel his second date with 'Pheobe' for no apparent reason.

It was almost humiliating the way she had pulled you aside in the bathroom.

-

"I seriously don't mean to be rude but... why are you here?" Pheobe whispered, despite the fact that every stall was empty and Bucky was stood outside the building, but your face grew heated as the woman across from you voiced the exact question you'd been asking yourself all night, "Like, at first I thought you were a lesbian, but after that story you told earlier I'm assuming you're not, which is fine, but why are you here? I told Bucky this was a date. Does he really not like me at all?"

You were stumped, opening and closing your mouth like a blank-minded fish, searching for the answer that you didn't have, only coming up empty, "Honestly Phoebe, I have no idea. I'm sure he does like you, maybe he just wanted me to come to..."

"Maybe he just wanted to go on a date with you."

"What?!"

"You heard me. I think I'm the third-wheel here." Her voice went quiet, and you instantly felt bad.

"No, Pheobe. That's absurd, he's my best friend."

"You might want to re-think that."

--

"What did you pick?" Bucky asked, placing the bowl of popcorn in-between you as he sat down and you smiled at him, pushing away the memory.

"Twilight." You replied, sinking back into your seat as you grabbed and handful of popcorn and shovelled it into your mouth.

Bucky nodded as his eyes focused on the screen, his jawline prominent as he chewed, licking his lips of the salty flavouring, a light stubble on his jaw from not shaving in a few days-

"You good?"

You gulped loudly, taking a breath as you met his eyes, embarrassed that you'd been caught staring, "Yup." You said, nodding as you turned to look at the screen again, ignoring his amused chuckle.

Your mind wandered to the conversation you'd had with Natasha only hours ago.

'Don't overthink it, just bring it up when you get the chance, be casual about it'

No overthinking, casual. Easy. Maybe now would be a good time to bring it up, casually, without overthinking anything.

"Actually-" You started, clearing your throat when it immediately closed up and your fight or flight was begging to kick in, your mind instantly wondering to all of the negative repercussions this could-

You were definitely overthinking right now.

"Yes?" Bucky asked, still half watching the movie before he fully turned to face you, sensing that this sounded fairly serious.

Definitely not casual either.

"I wanted to uh, talk to you about something." The temptation to smack yourself on the forehead was growing unbearably stronger by the second, but you imagined that would probably raise some concern. Your hands twitched by your sides instead.

"What is it?"

"Well, it's kind of- I basically, well." You tried to awkwardly laugh it off, but sighed instead, just fucking say it, fucking lie to your best friend to find out if he's jealous, "There's this guy."

His eyebrows raised, lips parting, before he quickly snapped his mouth shut and furrowed his eyebrows, taking on a sort of clinical expression as he nodded, motioning for you to continue.

"He's uh... I really- like... him, and... he's..." You took a breath, too many pauses, "different, you know?"

He scrunched his face up, "Different? What does that even mean."

"I don't know I just-" You covered your face with your hands, regretting every decision that had led you to this point. "I really want him to like me."

It was quiet for a moment, and you wanted to peak at him, but couldn't.

Bucky sighed, hands gently taking hold of your wrists to pull your hands away from your face, "Look sweetheart, if he's really a smart guy, he'll already like you. Any person would be lucky to have you, you don't need to change for anyone."

You rolled your eyes at him but smiled nonetheless, "I know Buck, thank you. I just..."  

Don't overthink it.

"I was wondering if maybe, you might give me some advice? I'm seeing him on Monday and I guess I just want to make him want me, you know?"

He paused, still holding onto your wrists, "Want you?"

"Yeah, you know like- I wanna know what guys really like. I want to make sure he'll never forget me. That sort of thing."

"Sweets, I don't know if you should be asking me that. Why don't you just talk to Natasha if it's that important." He said, letting go of your wrists and pulling away.

"Because I want to hear it from a guy, and Steve's far too awkward for this conversation. C'mon Buck, please. I want you to teach me."

"You want me to teach you?" He asked, more than slightly breathless, and you quickly realised that this sounded much less like getting advice for a guy you like and more trying to get info on what Bucky liked sex-wise.

You did not plan for it to go down that route, and you wondered if you should pull it back, change the subject and try this again another time, without getting too explicit, but the way Bucky had almost whispered those words, was driving you insane. You wanted this to go further. "Yeah, I want to give this guy the night of his life."

He clenched his jaw, and tried not to laugh at the situation, almost tempted to text Natasha at that very moment and break the news. 'Jaw has clenched, I repeat, the jaw has clenched'. You managed to keep that temptation under control, still finding the situation slightly humorous before you actually realised what this meant.

Holy fuck, he's jealous.

You knew now was as good a time as any to push further, and with your new-found realisation, came a new-found confidence, the nerves pushed to the back of your mind, the only thing left of them being the fluttering in your chest.

"What do you think I should wear?" You held back a smirk when he leaned forward in his seat, elbows rested on his knees as he dropped his face into his hands. You kept pushing, "Remember that green dress I wore to your birthday last year? Do you think I should wear that one? You'd think he'd like that? Would you like it if it were you?"

"What do you mean if it were me?"

You froze, your cheeks heating up, that heat spreading to your neck as you quickly tried to save yourself whilst keeping this strange relaxed smoothness to your voice. "If you went on a date with Pheobe, and she wore that dress, would you like it?" You asked, before deciding to push it even further. Natasha's voice echoed in your mind 'play with him a little', "Would you think about taking it off her?"

He didn't even hesitate to reply, turning his head to look at you as he continued to sit forward, an almost angered air to his words, "It wouldn't suit her."

"You don't like it? But I thought-"

"Yes, I liked the dress, you looked fucking gorgeous in it. It just would suit her." He urged, the words coming out in one breath, his voice straining over the final word as if it was physically uncomfortable to say, like he held a certain distaste for the word. Her.

You could sense the atmosphere in the room changing, warping with the darker, heavy feeling that radiated off the man you were teasing without him even realising it, and although you knew you should probably stop, that you were getting on his nerves and for some reason this seemed to be a touchy subject, that nagging, red-headed voice was seeping into your thoughts again, telling you to go further, so you continued to push.

"Would he like it do you think?" You asked, tilting your head, keeping that sickly sweet innocent look on your face, he sighed and closed his eyes, his tongue wetting his lips again, teeth biting at the soft skin.

"If he had half a brain he'd fucking love it." He breathed, eyebrows furrowing along the words 'fucking love it' and you knew exactly what he was thinking of, the picture he had in his head.

Your smile faded, watching the way he opened his eyes but kept them trained to his feet. That heat grew in your chest, that weight, that feeling, weaving its way around your heart and seeping into your bloodstream, it carried through your veins, and suddenly you had never felt closer to your teenage self than you did now, like she had pushed the older you aside and taken her place, because she knew this feeling, she was the only version of you to ever fully accept and admit it for what it was, that the reason she blushed so much when her best friend asked her to prom because he'd rather go with you than some random girl he didn't care about, was because you loved him, and of course you still do now, of course you do.

You thought of what Pheobe said that night, you thought of what Natasha was constantly telling you, or that time Steve accidentally slipped that Bucky had a crush on you when you were younger, and you looked at him now, quickly realising that it was never them who warped your idea of Bucky's feelings, it was you.

The feeling had encapsulated your entire being now, the realisation of yours and his feelings and you decided that you had both waited far too long if this is what you wanted.

And you wanted him.

So you continued to play, speaking with a much more serious air this time, you didn't smirk, you just watched him as you spoke.

"I guess that's settled then, I just need to know what to wear under it." You practically whispered it, the warm apartment feeling sweltering now.

"Fuck." He whispered to himself, dropping his head in his hands again, "What are you doing?"

He looked at you from his bent position, almost looking desperate. No, he did look desperate, and you hated and loved it at the same time, for two very different reasons, you understood exactly what he was feeling, having been a victim to his teasing one too many times.

You parted your lips to talk, thinking for a second that you might actually be upsetting him, but then his eyes dropped to watch the movement, staring at your lips as he released a breath.

"I'm asking you for advice, Buck." You said quietly, eyes darkening as you leaned closer, your nose almost touching his and his eyes dropped again, entranced by your lips, "What about kissing?"

His lips parted, eyes darting up to meet yours, but he made no move to go back, in fact, you realised with a feather-light touch of his nose to yours, that he had inched closer to you, "What?"

His eyes were soft as he waited for you to speak, no apprehension to be seen.

"I need to know how to kiss him, how guys like it, you know?" He moved back an inch, that not so subtle disappointment in his eyes, "How do you like to be kissed, Buck?"

He shook his head in a barely there movement, eyes still not leaving yours, swallowing roughly when he caught you looking at his lips.

You moved closer to him, filling that inch that he had put between you, your heart thumping faster in your chest when he did the same, like he was magnetised, he looked at your lips again and you decided to take the chance.

"Like this?" You asked, before filling the gap completely and your pressed your lips to his, kissing him soft and slow, your stomach fluttering when he didn't hesitate to reciprocate, kissing you back the exact way you were guiding him to, but you pulled back before letting it continue for long, his breath fanning out across your lips, you gaze fluttered to his eyes for a moment, "Or like this?"

You kissed him again, this time harder, more urgency in it, your right hand lifting to his shoulder before you slid it to the nape of his neck, a sudden desperate need for his lips on every inch of your skin overcoming your thoughts when his arms wrapped around your waist.

You pulled away again and he tried desperately hard to follow you, eyes opening to voice his frustration when you wouldn't let him.

But you brushed your thumb across his bottom lip, silencing him, "Or maybe like this."

This, this was definitely the one.

You kissed him soft and slow, but this time parted your lips to brush your tongue across his, relishing in the noise that escaped him when you did so, and the way he then did the same to you, parting his lips in a way that breathed hot air into the kiss.

You were so enraptured with the taste of him that you barely even noticed when he pulled you onto his lap, your knees digging into the couch on either side of him. You only realised when his thighs between yours had suddenly stopped your ability to squeeze your thighs together in hopes of relieving that throbbing ache that had formed between them.

This kiss continued much longer than you had planned it to, forgetting what you were going to do next, but you didn't mind much, too caught up in the way his lips were so stupidly soft and his tongue was hot and wet, and his hands were huge and grasping at your clothes with a desperation so similar to the way you pulled his hair.

You pulled away again, much to his dismay as he practically growled and rolled his eyes in frustration. He rested his head back against the couch and licked his kiss swollen lips.

You needed more, barely letting yourself think about the fact that you had just kissed Bucky, The Bucky, Your Bucky.

"What about this, Buck? You like it when a girl does this?" You asked and he frowned, looking up at you in almost annoyed confusion, opening his mouth to speak but then you moved forward on his lap, sitting in a way that your core was pressed against his, his cock twitching in his sweatpants when you rolled those hips of yours, the annoyance and confusion faded and he reached for your hips, eyes fluttering shut when you made the movement again, biting your lip when it stimulated your clit, "Do you think you could come from this, Bucky? Or would you need more? Would you want my hand, or my mouth? Or would you just be begging to fuck me at this point."

He groaned at practically every question, his hands holding your hips as you grinded yourself on him, his cock now achingly hard as his hips started to lift slightly.

"Fuck, sweetheart, what is this? Why are you doing this?" He asked, his voice urgent and needy as he forced himself to stay still under you, gripping your hips tighter to signal for you to stop your movements, much to either of your dismay, "Please tell me this isn't all for some fuckin' guy."

You froze, confused for a second, before realising he still had no idea, and that guilt you had shoved away creeped back in.

Your heart was in your throat as you finally told him the truth, "It is, but he's you Buck. It was always you, it's always been you."

His lips parted, eyes widening slightly at what you had just confessed to him, "I'm the guy you were asking me advice about?"

"Well yeah, who else am I gonna get better advice about what you like from? Better to hear it from the horses mouth, eh?" You smiled sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders as you watched him huff a laugh with a shake of his head.

"Natasha, right?" He asked, raising an eyebrow but you didn't respond, probably looking very guilty of his accusation, "Well, I guess I should tell you that we may have been two-timed by her. She actually gave me the very same advice a few months ago, I just never had the guts to take it as far as you did."

"You talk to Nat about me?" You teased, but he only smiled gently, soft eyes watching you.

"Of course I do, how could I not tell her all about the girl I've been in love with since I was 15." He confessed quietly, blush reddening his cheeks, "God, she must be sick of me talking about you."

You laughed quietly, trying not to settle into the disbelief of it all and instead focus on your excitement, that teenage girl inside of you was screaming with glee and kicking her feet. You didn't let realisation that James Barnes just confessed he'd loved you the whole time you'd loved him be tainted with regret about wasted time.

"She must be sick of us both, I've been doing the same thing ever since I met her."

He smiled at you and you smiled back, pressed your forehead against his.

"What do we do now?" You asked, still very much feeling the physical after-effects of your intense make-out session.

Bucky huffed a laugh, "I'd love to say go to the bedroom, but not yet, I think we should work up to that."

You nodded and smiled, understanding what he meant and feeling thankful he was able to voice it for you, "Agreed."

"We could do this for a while longer though, still got four and a half twilight movies left to go." Bucky joked, his fingers finding their way under your shirt to brush against soft skin.

"Hm, sounds like an excuse to make out with your best friend all night."

"Maybe it is." He whispered back before he kissed you again, using his hand on your back to press you against him.

It felt so natural to the both of you, your bodies fitting together perfectly, no awkwardness or anxiety. You knew you'd both need to talk properly soon, but that could wait a few movies more, for now you could settle with kissing him until you ran out of air.

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

Childhood dreams

Headcanon: Where your kid has the most awesome parents ever ft Dazai, Chuuya and Ango Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting This headcanon is so cute that I wasn't able to decide who to take. Any recommendations?

Dazai:

Congratulations. This man lived enough to see his kid grow (fuck i remember his face when he fell from the elevator beaten up now)

Am sorry but he will make sure his kids aren't traumatized like the other kids. (He can have that redemption okay?)

But if his kid does something wrong, he would be giving them a strict Port mafia Dazai glare.

His kid likes girls? No problem. His kid likes boys? No problem. His kid like Chuuya's kid? NO.(but he wouldn't say so, he's a babygorl)

He would surely have sticker battle with his kid online, and whenever you go through either of the chats, you will get to see convos in stickers. (You are scared that they have it used as a secret language)

Now this is Dazai we are talking about. He will make sure, that his kid don't make someone/get pregnant. He will be the one giving him the talk. He doesn't care what gender his kid is, the talk is the talk.

Lets be honest, his coats will be stolen by his kid.

If you ask him to pick your kid up, He make sure to bring Atsushi around, babygorl cant drive properly.

*leans on broken* He gives Sugar dad vibes for real.

Teenage hormones are ranging, girls and guys of your kid's school have declared him a DILF, but that doesn't stop them form calling you hawt.

Your kid is made up of the best genes, of course they are going to be the most crushable person in their school. Dazai has information on everyone and he make sure his kid doesn't get catfished or stalked.

Dazai often forget to pick his kid up from school.

Dazai makes sure his kid knows about Oda, rather Odasaku and how great he was.

He will make sure that you all least have dinner dine out once a while.

Family bonds>>

"Dad what is this?" "PUT THAT DOWN" "Y/N I am sure-" "No"

If you ever have fights with either of those two, both of them will be sleeping on the couch.

"Dad I want a dog" "What was the name of the kid who sits next to you?"

You babysit two idiots on weekends. But they are your idiots and you love them.

Chuuya:

He makes sure his kid doesn't get a wine addiction. Little did he knew, his kid was holding his wine bottle thinking its a rattle toy as a baby.

he and his kid would have late night talks about life and he often would make sure his kid never hides stuff from him. (Am pretty sure he isn't that evil to invade his kid's privacy and stalk but there is always a what if )

If your kid decides to join Mafia, then well, he cant deny not to, considering he himself is in Mafia. But he'll make sure the kid doesn't pull 'I wanna join Mafia' in their early 15s. Like just no

Your kid likes his father more then anything. Like Chuuya is the best father to exist.

He makes sure his kid gets the best of clothes and facilities.

For some reason, your baby thinks Akutagawa is funny. You are getting concerned.

His kid would hold his dad and will never leave him. (Baby grip is strong fr.)

Once Chuuya was told to pick his kid from high school, and oh lord, the screams from the girls were just um. (One of them asked in which section he was in [damn his height])

His kid is taller then him. Periodt. Guess genes works a weird way.

He make sure his kid stay away from Dazai as far as possible, but at the end of the day he would be seeing his wife, kid and his rival playing UNO while screaming lyrics of Do I wanna know.

He makes sure his teenage kid just stay out of trauma he faced. He makes sure the teen feels human. (Anyways)

Meals made by him and your child>>>>

He gladly used his ability and make his kid fly around him when you told him to babysit him once.

He is more of a mother than a father. Kid's crying? kiss their boo boos and hit whatever hurt them.

Please, teens are rebellious and when it comes to your kid, his anger level is like your husband.

But Chuuya loves his family, and he would totally be the one lowkey crying when he attends his kid's wedding.

"My kid has grown up" "Our kid Chuuya" "Are you trying to propose a communist agenda?" "No but the wedding brings back our old memories."

Ango:

I wanted to say the kid never saw his father but that wouldn't be counted as fluff

This man right here, whenever returns home, is hugged by his kid. His hearts goes UwU as you kiss him on cheeks after. 10/10 day brightened.

Now I am not saying he is like Kunikida, but he makes sure his kid has discipline in life.

PLEASE HE WILL MAKE SURE HIS KID HAS A PROPER SLEEP CYCLE OF 8 HOURS.

His kid would flex his father's job. Like "My father works with the government, if you hit me I will make sure you all in Jail"

He would totally dropping off his kid since the kid started to go to school, and still does.

Ango will make sure his kid sees his father enough.

Ango is a lowkey strict parent but he will make sure his kid aren't suffering

He actually cares about mental health so much

he might as well have dad talks like Chuuya

Now his kid cant lie in front of his father. Ango knows it all.

He will make sure he arrives home in time for family dinner.

Your kid respects him, and might have developed 'Ango validation' disorder.

His kid makes sure to make his father proud. (Who are you again?)

Awww your heart goes UwU when you see both of them interact.

"DADDD I WON THE MATCH" "Congratulations, that's wonderful isn't it Y/N?" "It is, Lets eat dinner out then!" UwU family moments>>>

Loves his Family ofc.

You would have bodygaurds outside the house, cause please he doesnt want you our your child hurt because of his work.

Dazai was almost beaten by the bodygaurd because of his looks.

"Dad, who is this man?" "That was a friend of mine...I lost him a long ago" "Awww dont worry! You still have the same number of friend because I will be you friend" Ango and your 5 yr kid convos>>>>

Ango loves to give his kid kisses on forehead.

Nothing just.

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This fanfictions made my heart melt. And damn, this was the longest headcanon I probably wrote ever

[yourclumsyguardianangel]

the seven + a few others future headcanons

percy:

becomes a high school teacher

teaches high school marine biology (idk how it is in other schools but when we hit sophomore year we got to choose different bio classes ie: marine bio, ag bio, med bio + regular bio)

also teaches the mythology elective and is the swim team coach

annabeth:

we already know this queen is an architect with obvious inspiration from greek architecture

learns how to make blue food for percy and their kids from sally

has traveled all over the world looking at different architecture

learns the basics of many languages so shes able to communicate with the locals

her and leo team up to build a small school near camp half-blood for year rounders so everyone can learn consistently but dw they get summers off

piper:

love her but shes a nepo baby

she doesnt act like it tho

”are you tristan mcleans daughter?” “who?”

loves her dad to bits but does not like being seen out in public by the paparazzi

marries shel, they dont have kids tho, neither of them want to bring any into the world especially with america’s downfall and the government erasing women and poc rights

is basically leos big sister atp

leo:

him and calypso dont last, maybe a year and a half in they split bc calypso wants to explore the world and leo is very emotionally unstable and calypso has a hard time understanding

they end on good terms but dont ever talk unless its with a group of friends

he goes into a trade to become a mechanic and owns his own shop

starts smoking cigarettes/vaping

his friends dont really approve but they understand he cant quit just yet as hes not in a mental space to do so

goes to therapy with a psychologist whos a demigod that specializes in grieving and war trauma

they all go to therapy but hes the last one to do it

he’s still the ‘happy go lucky’ guy hes always been but as he gets closer w the others they start to see the true sadness in him

piper and him grow a lot closer after jason died and have a big sister little brother relationship

hazel:

my girl stays at camp jupiter

takes nicos place at camp

horse trainer

her and frank also dont work out as a romantic relationship, they felt that the age gap was too much after frank turned 18 and hazel was 15 theyre still friends tho

hazel often visits leo in his shop

as much as leo reminds her of sammy, through therapy she has recognized that theyre separate people and to not push all her past feelings for sammy onto leo

not only does she train horses but she also teaches little kids basic math, science, and history to the younger kids

they all call her ms. hazel

she prefers to teach the really young kids (age 4-7)

wears her hair in different braid styles after BOO

frank:

my friggin HOMIE

i relate to frank a lot personality wise

therefore i think hed be a 4/20 fanatic after BOO

hes not stoned during training or during important camp duties

but otherwise you try talkin to him and you dont really notice until you look and see the far off look and red eyes and he just goes “huh?”

other than that hes a great leader

after he gets his cool new look from mars he takes really good care of his body including consistent exercise and eating really healthily (maybe he has a soft spot for fast food when hes hi)

him joining the military does not make sense to me

he lost his mom to war, and he was in one himself, idk about you but i would not wanna join the military after being the main character in a war

he studies to be a veterinarian for exotic animals

when no one is around he shifts into the animal to find out whats wrong

”dr. zhang prefers to work by himself” “why” “idk but hes always right, if it aint broke dont fix it”

jason:

rip home-slice

nico:

my other homie

my guy does not get taller than 5’8

stays at camp during the summer to train the new and old kids

him and will get a house together

teaches history at the camp school

cat dad (5 cats and counting)

will:

takes nicos last name when they marry bc its cooler

him being a doctor doesnt click w me i more picture him being an EMT

EMTs are hotter anyways

does med training with new apollo kids whenever he gets time

if he’s not busy during working hours he drops by nicos classroom w his fav drink from dutch bros (starbucks is MID) and hangs out with him and his students

[nrdmssgs]

Oh don't think you should worry about not using perfect German. Fanfics are for fun, seeing German in it is more like a bonus so i think it's fine as long as we can enjoy them! But thanks for the disclaimer :) i am so ready for that drabble btw 🔥 also as i promised a few days ago... May i make a fluff request? Insecure f chubby reader with your version of König. The kinda awkward, sweet, timid guy trying to comfort her. Add your own twist, i trust you with this! Pls ignore if this isn't ok. Thanks :D

Masterlist Comforting series: Soap comforting reader Price comforting reader

Hurt/comfort, fluff

Pairing: König x reader

Summary: Your old friend is happy to spend a free day with you. But one little memory haunts you.

TW: Mentions of bullying, mentions of rejection of ones body image.

The short trill of a smartphone is muffled by your jeans and t-shirt lying on top of it. You keep staring at your reflection in a fitting room mirror. Distant voices, shop ambient music, echoes of steps - you don't hear anything, but your rushing pulse. 

Because right now you are a teenager again. It's first day of school, and you are happy, for the first time genuinely happy to be back. You've grown so much taller this summer, you've got a bit of a suntan and all those incredible new clothes! You just can't wait to meet your classmates as this new beautiful girl, they have never met before! You find familiar faces in the crowd in front of the school, make your way to them and loudly (unusually loudly, but this is the new you, who will never be shy again) say hello. First gaze falls on you, then a second, a third... and then they all turn in your direction. Something inside you shudders and shrinks into a helpless, desperate lump. They all grew up too and overtook you again. You look like a funny chubby baby again compared to them... What about their outfits? You thought you'd only wear something like that at the end of college.

"Wow, look who is adulting here, is that an above knee skirt on you?" You don't like the fake affectionate tone your classmate uses to address you. “But your mother didn’t tell you that you need to grow up, not grow wide for such clothes, sweetheart?”

How many years ago it was? Ten or fifteen already? And it still hurts. You look at your puffy thighs. “Shapeless!” - screams an angry voice in your head. Your gaze lifts to the curves of your belly and waist. “Vulgar! Too much!”. You raise your arms and look at the shoulder muscles stretching limply down. The dress you are trying on right now in a fitting room is so pretty, you are ashamed, you discredit it with your body. It is made not for you, you should have known better than trying on something so beautiful, light and airy. This fabric should flow easily over the body, and not wrap around every fold. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the plaintive squeak of your smartphone. You take it out from under your clothes and open a chat. “Are you ok? Do you need anything? I can bring you water or some other clothes in the fitting room.” (received 15 minutes ago) “Ah, sorry, it sounded like I'm pressing you. Take your time! Just please let me know, you are ok out there. I'm worrying.” (received 1 minute ago)

You frantically type in an answer, change back into your clothes and rush out of the fitting room. König stands before a pile of dark t-shirts and lazily picks them up one by one. “Oh no, you are not buying one of those here! I could get you a dozen on amazon for a price of one here!” You put on a jolly mask approaching him. “But those are fun! They have little cat footprints on the sides, look!” You start pulling him away from Ts, and he adds with a small smile, “I can always turn it inside out and no one but me will know..."

It's only when you two exit the shop, he understands it. “Wait, and what about that dress?” 

“What's about it?” you take your jacket from his hands and despite hot weather take it on.

“You've wanted it so much, you've been waiting for the day, you could finally get it. Why didn't you buy it?” He desperately tries to catch your hand, to make you go a bit slower and finally face him.

“Na-a-ah, it turned out not that great, so I changed my mind. Forget it, it's no big deal.” You play it cool, because you don't want to let him down. He is in the military, he goes through hell on every deployment, so not letting your insignificant problems affect his mood is the least you could do. 

“But, but you… you…” 

You don't let König go on with his thought and change the subject. For the rest part of the day the two of you wander through the quiet, sleepy from the summer heat streets. Walking in a buttoned jacket in the scorching sun is not easy, but you stubbornly pull him on and on whenever he offers to take it from you. In the evening, you find yourself in the park. He somehow manages to get you on the bench.

"Can I ask you something? Are you feeling well?" His gaze is full of anxiety and concern.

"Of course! I had a great day with a friend, we went out, we had a great time! And I saved him a lot of money by not letting him buy those T-shirts!" You chuckle, but then you see his eyes. "Why are you asking? Is something wrong?" “Well, yes… I'm worried about you. Something happened in that shop, and it eats me from the inside. You barely stopped today to breathe and rest, you refused to have lunch, you torture yourself with this jacket all day, although I can see how hard it is for you. Even now, you're sitting on the very edge of the bench, like there's not enough room for the two of us. You were so happy in the morning, but then... as if someone put out the joyful light inside you. And if it really happened there, in the store - I would like to know what happened. Whoever it was - whatever nonsense they've told you - I want to fix this. Because I hate seeing you silently suffer like that.” As he speaks, blush appears on his face. It's clear, he overthinks again, if his thoughts sound acceptable, being spoken out loud. König is always like that: a kind soul too worried to sound weird. If only he knew, how much comfort he brought you.

“I'm sorry, I'll be ok soon. Promise. It happens sometimes. I know, it's high time I learn to accept myself, it's just… I sometimes understand, how much work lays ahead to be able to finally… love all this.” You lightly squeeze your sides and smile bitterly.

“You mean, nobody said or done anything in the shop? It all happened inside?” His worrying gaze meet yours. And when you nod and apologize for your behavior, he calls you by your name and takes your hand. “Please don't beat up yourself for not feeling well about yourself. I want to show you something, may I? But you'll need to sit on the bench properly. It won't work otherwise.”

You nod and slowly lean back, till you sit fully on the bench. “I know, how it feels, when a small thought ruins everything. One moment you think, how some guy told many years ago, you'll never be a sniper and the next few days you show your worst results on firing range. Or you accidentally drop a mug, it falls and breaks. And all night after that, your parents chastising you for being so clumsy in an endless nightmare. But I have learned a trick, that helps.” 

Without letting go of your hand, he clamps in the fingers of the other hand a crimson bead of the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. “I name every bead and try to remember the names, when I feel down. This one for example is called ‘other people's opinions do not determine how well I shoot’. And this is ‘it was just a mug or plate or a vase, I can always buy a better one’.” 

You listen to him and smile. A trail of warm words, positive affirmations, he always carries with him: that's really wholesome. He lifts your hand and pulls the bracelet from his wrist to yours. "I want you to try. Give one of them a name."

You are thinking. Something that could calm you now... But what could be? König patiently waits, and you feel uneasy from the long pause.

"Let's try together, okay?" He touches one bead, and you feel the warmth of his fingers at your very wrist. "I'd call this 'I'm Enough. I don't have to look different to be loved’. Sounds good?” You look down on the bead, on sunshine playing on its smooth surface, and a smile blooms on your face. König notices that and grins widely. “Ok, now it's your turn!”

You take a next bead, look at it. There is a little scratch on it, which reminds if something, that left a little scratch on your soul a while ago. “This one will be ‘It's ok, it doesn't look on me exactly like on a model from advertising. I am still beautiful just as her’.” “You are more beautiful,” adds König in a soft voice. Then he makes you name another one, then another and another. Some of them are funny, others are deeply personal, there are some reassuring, but still sad. In an hour you reach the last one - big bead on the knot of bracelet. It has many scratches, so first you ask him, what was his name for it. “I'll tell you one day. Just… not now, ok?” He looks down for a moment, but then the smile returns to his face and König adds, “How about we go have dinner? I was too shy to admit it, but i'm starving.”

You feel that hate and fear let go of your mind. And with that comes hunger. “Me too,” you smile, looking at the bracelet on your wrist.

***

A few months later from that day, König is almost finally done with the last step of a big mission, he was deployed for. It was early morning, he and his squadmates headed on the last operation. König leaned back in his seat, looking somewhere up. His fingers involuntarily clutched at the center bead of the bracelet: the same as his old one, but a little darker. You gave him this one. König tried very hard to take good care of your gift, but now his tactical gloves scratched a large bead. His lips, hidden behind a veil, silently repeated the same phrase.

“Ich werde unversehrt zu ihr zurückkehren und den Mut aufbringen, sie um ein Date zu fragen.”

“Ich werde unversehrt zu ihr zurückkehren und den Mut aufbringen, sie um ein Date zu fragen.”

“Ich werde unversehrt zu ihr zurückkehren und den Mut aufbringen, sie um ein Date zu fragen.”*

*Ich werde unversehrt zu ihr zurückkehren und den Mut aufbringen, sie um ein Date zu fragen. - I will return to her unharmed and have the courage to ask her out.

[homunculus-argument]

Back when we were living between two schools, having to wade past/through flocks of teenagers was a fairly commonplace occurrence to me and my boyfriend. One time, trying to make it to our car, we ended up having to share the road with what I estimate was a whole classroom's full of 14/15-year-olds. Both of us being below average in height, I don't remember which one of us remarked that about two thirds of those kids were taller than us.

Wanting to bear in mind that things could always be worse, I mentioned that as inconvenient as it is to be a short grown-ass man, girls stop growing around the age of 14 or 15. That includes the remarkably tall women. I can be annoyed at being 168 cm, but by god I can't imagine how awkward it must feel to be a 14-year-old girl who's suddenly taller than most men.

My boyfriend shrugged and said that at least for consolation this hypothetical child would not have problems with dating once she grows up. I didn't quite follow, and asked him to clarify what he means, and he was as confused about my confusion as I was confused to begin with. Naturally everyone wants an amazon.

He was surprised to hear that actually many tall women who exclusively date men have difficulties because of their height - that the majority of men would not, in fact, strongly prefer a woman who could simply pick him up and carry him off.

My boyfriend, having contemplated this new information for roughly 36 seconds, came to the conclusion that these men are simply objectively wrong.

[shurislover]

a look into Riri Williams spam

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[tigergirltail]

TIGER HRT CHAPTER 4 - MONTH 3 - GROWING PAINS

First - Prev - Next

Everything hurts.

I started noticing it about two weeks after my first dose. It felt like a dull headache at first, but over the next month it spread to pretty much my entire body.

I had to start working from home, and eventually it got bad enough that I could only put in a few hours of work each day. My boss is a reasonable enough guy, but he wasn't going to pay a full time salary for part time hours, so I had to take a salary cut.

Luckily, my partner is around to take care of daily errands, not to mention being there to reassure and comfort me when the pain gets bad. They've been thinking about seeing if Lindwurm HRT is a thing, but they don't want to get the process started until I'm in the clear and can take care of myself again.

Gods I love them.

The reason the pain is happening, as best I can tell, is that my skeletal structure is already changing. I've gotten at least an inch taller, and my face has been reshaping into a feline muzzle. My teeth are getting sharper, and I'm developing proper fangs. I also noticed a little while ago that my fingernails and toenails had receded into their respective digits, which sucks for two reasons - I can't paint fingernails I don't have, and they are sore as HELL when I put any amount of pressure on them. I have to be REALLY careful with how I type to not inflict agony on myself. I'm also feeling my tail growing in, and even if it hurts, it's euphoric as HELL. A tail was always the part I wanted most out of this.

It's weird, the skeletal changes weren't supposed to happen this early. I've been trying to reach Dr. Erian about it, but he's constantly busy, probably because of the sudden surge of people looking for Humanity Removal Therapy.

Other than that, I've been getting areas of white and black fur coming in - mostly on my arms and legs, but a little bit on my face and ears - ears that are gradually reshaping and migrating. Nothing to report on hearing sensitivity, but I think my night vision is getting better.

I did a little bit of looking around for anyone with similar pain experiences. I got my hopes up when I found a girl, Antonina, who had a painful experience with Cat HRT, but it turns out it's because she took the rumoured Fifteen Minute version. She described the pain as "like bathing in an active volcano".

It leaves me wondering whether I would have preferred a 15-minute lava bath over a months-long full-body headache.

I ended up reaching out to her anyway, just because I wanted to know what I was in for in the endgame and feline HRT is rarer than I thought it would be. Sounds like the prey drive is the real deal - she keeps feeling the urge to bite this one girl who's on mouse HRT.

We've been spending some time comparing notes and getting to know each other. It's nice to know someone else who's going through this thing, even if our experiences aren't exactly one-to-one.

I also talked to my mother for the first time in nearly a year. I went No Contact with her a while back because she was only getting more obnoxious and combative about me being trans, but I figured changing my species is a big enough deal that I should keep her in the loop.

Besides, my savings had nearly dried up and I needed to ask her for money.

It… did not go well. She hadn't heard of therian HRT before, and once I explained it, she started panicking about how I'm "mutilating my body" with "untested treatments". I think I also heard her cry something about how her "son" is "killing himself", which is just multiple layers of insensitive.

At least she sent me some money. Hopefully it'll be enough to last until my transformation stops being agonizing and I can go back to work, and then I can go right back to pretending my family doesn't exist.

At roughly the three-month mark, I have a check-in video call with Dr. Erian. From the moment his face appears on screen, though, I can tell something is wrong. He seems… older, somehow.

"Hello, Miss Alexis.", he offers. He sounds tired. Sorrowful, even.

"Hey, doc." I have to ask about it. "Everything okay? You seem a bit tired."

"Nothing to worry about Miss Alexis, just the ordinary stresses of daily life."

Liar. I know I'm not entitled to details of your personal life, much less your professional secrets, but I know when something is eating at someone.

"…Does the word 'crossroads' mean anything to you, Miss Alexis?"

Huh? That came a bit out of left field. "I've… heard some other therian HRT patients use the term, but I don't know much of the details. Something about a point of no return?"

"Something of the sort." He lowers his head and seems to go from sorrowful to downright grim. "There will come a time, Miss Alexis, when you will have to make a very important decision in your care, and I ask that you do so with great consideration for the consequences."

I recoil a little in my seat. "Yeah… Of course I will. Any decision I make, even reaching out to you in the first place, I don't take it lightly."

"Good… That's good." His demeanor shifts back to his stoic, clinical self. I don't know what just happened, but he went somewhere for a moment there.

"Now then, I did receive your messages, I apologize for not getting back to you. You mentioned you were experiencing persistent and debilitating whole-body soreness?"

"Yeah. I can't even leave the apartment most days, it hurts so much."

"Odd… You are taking the treatment as directed, yes?"

"Of course. One tablespoon a week, just like it says on the bottle."

I see his eyes twitch behind his glasses. Did I say something wrong?

"…Teaspoon."

I cock my head to the side. "Say again?"

"You mean one TEASPOON a week, yes?"

I feel my heart sink. The dark smear on the dosage information… I could have sworn it said '1 tbsp/week'.

"…Could you hold on a second please?" I mute the mic and call out to my partner to bring the bottle of tiger HRT over. When they do, I unmute and hold it up to the webcam. I hear Dr. Erian take a sharp intake of breath as he notices the obscured instructions.

I set the bottle aside and the two of us share an awkward silence.

"So…", I begin. "…How bad is it?"

"The good news", he offers slowly, "is that you have only been taking three times the prescribed dose. An increased dose imbalances the growth rate of the different parts of your body, hence your pain and persistent weakness, but it could have been much worse."

I think back to the so-called Fifteen Minute version, and Antonina's description of it - like bathing in an active volcano.

Dr. Erian continues. "Assuming you return to a CORRECT dose, your growth rates will gradually level out over the course of the next month or so. It is my medical opinion that you should maintain a low-activity lifestyle until then, but you will eventually be able to return to your typical activity level, and you will also find that the physical effects become more… consistent."

"That's… reassuring. Thank you, doctor." I pause. Something I noticed a little while ago has been weighing on my mind. "There's one thing, though - do the treatments have… I guess you'd call them restorative or regenerative effects? I've noticed some old wounds aren't there anymore."

The doctor clicks his pen and brings up his notepad. "Interesting. Do go on, Miss Alexis."

"Well… I used to get lower back pain from a car crash injury I got a little over a year ago, but I haven't noticed it at all lately. Pretty much the only part that DOESN'T hurt… There also used to be some marks on my arm from a cat biting me when I was little." I give a slight smile. "The cat's name was Tiger, go figure."

Dr. Erian is writing the whole time I'm talking. "Yes, that is to be expected. Minor persistent injuries will fade over time as your body re-forms itself to a new baseline, even severe chronic symptoms may fade. If there are no other concerns…"

"Just one… Most of the other therian HRT patients I've talked to have gotten their meds as pills, so what's with the potion bottle?"

Dr. Erian pauses, and adjusts his glasses nervously, as if he's been caught out on something he doesn't want to admit to. "Well… advances in the field are occurring rapidly, and you are one of the more recent patients, so a more… streamlined option was available to you. I took the liberty of choosing the most compatible option based on your medical records, and that bottle is it."

"Okay… But what's IN it?"

"The active ingredients are antihominidone, which is your humanity-blocker, and a specialized formula of felistrogen, infused with white tiger genetic material. The rest of the fluid is a suspension used to dilute the effects, without which you would be looking at a short, but excruciating and potentially lethal process."

The Fifteen Minute version, I think to myself. I'm taking diluted Fifteen Minute meds. There's no WAY this isn't experimental, and I'M the experiment. I despise saying it, but maybe my mother was right to worry.

"But I'm afraid I really do have to go, Miss Alexis, my next appointment is waiting."

"G-gotcha. See ya, doctor."

---

Special thanks to @paintedbytosia for letting me write her in, and shoutout to @megamoonerjenny for coming up with 'antihominidone'

[explicit-tae]

Insatiable (1/2)

Part 2

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (slight bff!jungkook x reader)

Genre: "enemies" to lover, smut

Warning: dry humping, fingering, nipple play, reader and jungkook a little too friendly, oral (f &m receiving) making out, sex in woods, creampie, spit play, slight possessive taehyung,

Word Count: 15, 915

Description: You noticed your Junior Year of High School that Kim Taehyung, Senior, didn’t like you. It didn’t get too far, however, just verbal teasing and taunts. But, now that you were a sophomore in University he decided he had enough. Maybe he was a changed man - or maybe because he seen that tight skirt you wore with those lace panties peaking through.

Taehyung likes to think you and him grew up together. Not literally, of course. You two weren't that close. You had mutual friends. You met through Jungkook, who was two years younger than him and about a year younger than you. Your mother and Jungkooks were good friends which meant that the Jeon boy and you were destined best friends. Jungkook had introduced his older Hyungs to his best friend - a girl best friend - that they teased him about liking; even if it wasn't true.

You and Taehyung weren't friends - it was questionable if the two of you were even acquaintances. Taehyung seen you around a lot. From Middle School to High School to now, University. It was destined that way because, again, the two of you shared the same group of friends who would be at the same events, parties, hangouts and dinners.

Taehyung couldn't even remember how many words he said to you upon meeting your young shy figure next to Jungkook. He ignored your presence entirely unless he had to speak with you - which were the polite "hello", "goodbye", "excuse me," and the "thank you".

Something in Taehyung changed when he was a senior - you a Junior and Jungkook a sophomore. The two of you came to your figures - Jungkook now towering over you and coming close to being taller than him and you growing into a woman. Your breast were full and rounder, lips more plump and hips more wide. Taehyung couldn't help but watch you from time to time when he had the chance to.

You noticed the change in demeanor when it came to Taehyung. He would stare often and when your eyes met his, he would smirk almost cockily. He would speak to you more now, but they didn't get past him speaking over you or teasing. The two of you didn't share many classes, but the class you did share together, Taehyung made sure to question you in everything. When you were called upon by the teacher, Taehyung's side remarks made themselves clear. That, or he would answer the question before you could.

It didn't stop in class, either. When you spoke to your groups of friends, he would constantly talk over you or steer the conversation away from you. At the time, it was no secret of your crush of Jeon Jungkook, but only Taehyung would tease you about it like it was the most funniest thing in the world.

Of course the lot of you attended the same University away from home. The freedom and independence you all felt was chaotic, especially since now you all were adults and made adult decisions. Out of all your friends, unfortunately, you shared the same classes with Kim Taehyung. It brought nothing but memories of the way he spoke to you back in your High School classes. This time, however, he took the seat directly next to you.

Now, however, you were a woman. You didn't have the need to tolerate the way this man treated you for reasons unknown. Though he didn't speak to you for months in class even though he sat next to you. However, he would snort and snicker - you heard it with your own ears - when you asked questions about the material. Now you would tell yourself you were overreacting about this - but he never fixed his throat to scoff at another students question.

He would make you late for your next class by taking his time exiting the room, making sure he was holding you back with him. He would walk close to you - entirely too close and entirely closer than he's ever had before. When he strolled in front of you, he would randomly stop and be amused when you nearly crashed into him.

"Why do you do that?"

Taehyung's voice startles you. It was deep as it's always been, but in a situation like this - in your shared class while others around you conversed - you weren't expecting him to speak to you.

"W-What?" you stuttered. You were unaware what you were doing now to bother him.

"You never look me in the eye." was Taehyung's response. You were surely confused more now than ever.

"And?"

"And," Taehyung's eyes glance at you now and it makes you regret even speaking with him. His gaze was piercing. "it's rude."

You were taken aback. This was the same man who did nothing but be rude to you the entirety that you've known him. And now be was accusing you of being the rude one?

Instead of responding, you look forward onto your notes. Sometimes the best response was no response.

"You don't look others in the eye when you speak." Taehyung says quietly, watching as her cheek twitches. "Do you lack confidence? Or do you only do that with people you like? Like Jungkook?"

"I wasn't aware you watched me, Taehyung." you murmur, now growing annoyed with the man and his observations. "And stop speaking of my past crush on Jungkook. It's pathetic."

"Who says I watch you?" Taehyung scoffs.

"You seem observant for someone who doesn't watch me." you scoff back, your eyes now on him.

It was a chuckle - a low deep rumble coming from Taehyung's throat - that startles you. You turn to glance at him and maybe even retort. But, his eyes were already on you - intense and narrowed.

Taehyung, to you, was attractive - no doubt about it. You may not be a fan of his but she wouldn't lie either. Taehyung had grown from a goofy kid to an attractive - even cocky - man in a matter of years. Dark eyes that appeared to be judging you whenever he laid eyes upon you, broad shoulders with dark hair that curled above his shoulders. He was a catch - if he wasn't such an asshole at times.

"You're cute, Y/L/N." you hear him say after a minute - a full minute that he counted upon. He sits back into his chair and his eyes are now ahead, appearing to be paying attention to the lecture. "I would even argue and say...sexy with those lace panties you're wearing."

Taehyung knew he was a bad influence when it came to being a Hyung to Jungkook - but it wasn't as if he was much older. He was the reason Jungkook had tried weed for the first time and concluded that he didn't like it after his fits of coughing. He gave him alcohol next, and though that was better, carrying an athletic and intoxicated Jeon Jungkook who could easily rival him in strength was not his best judgment. He basically watched Jungkook grow up alongside him and his Hyungs - so when the topic came to sex, he was intrigued by Jungkook's sudden shyness.

Senior year was when he noticed the shift in you and Jungkook, the two of you becoming suddenly close. He couldn't blame Jungkook for his wandering eyes on you - you had grown over the summer suddenly, all of the male eyes were on you now. Still, he remained quiet until it was his time to speak up. And he did, when it was just him and Jungkook. Taehyhung knew he would shut down if he brought it up while the older Hyungs were around. So, he waited when Jin and Yoongi went to the store, for Namjoon to be off reading somewhere and Hoseok and Jimin talked amongst themselves.

To his surprise, Jungkook wasn't all that embarrassed as he once was. He admitted that the two of you hooked up many times, starting the summer of him becoming a Sophomore and you a Junior. He spoke how inexperienced the two of you were - how shy he once was to touch you, but couldn't stop when you were naked beneath him. He spoke of your moans being like music to his ears; when your lips wrapped around his cock for the first time he nearly exploded right then and there.

"I never knew you were a friend fucker." Taehyung quips, smirking at the young boy. "I'm just teasing," he assures once he witnesses Jungkook's red cheeks. "it's good to experience those things with someone you trust."

Taehyung was curious now - how the two of you could remain the best of friends. No one but him suspected anything between you and Jungkook. You both laughed, smiled and hung around each other as if you weren't fucking Jungkook behind the scenes.

"We aren't doing that anymore." Jungkook assures, a nod of his head. "We value our friendship more instead of a few hours of pleasure."

Taehyung was sure that it possibly started there - his interest in you. That same night Jungkook and he spoke, he witnessed you waltz through with a smile on your face as you greeted your shared group of friends. Taehyung ponders how you would sound, how you'd look while fucked out. His mind races at the possibilities - you cumming, you squirting, you giving a blowjob. He thinks of it all; all of it being you and him.

He was a man, after all, and couldn't help it. He never thought much of you in anyway until that day Jungkook spoke of you.

It's been weeks since you wore a skirt - even if you were being forced into one by Chaerin. You tried to change your seat in your and Taehyung's shared class, however that didn't work. The one time you did - the next day after Taehyung's sudden words of you and your "laced panties - you found Kim Taehyung himself demanding that the boy who you sat next to, Park Dae-jung, move and sit somewhere else. And much to your shock, he did - eyes wide. You had glared at the man, the audacity to have someone move from their seat.

You didn't tell Jungkook - or any of your friends. What would be said? Taehyung was suddenly interested in being around you after years of ignorance? That oftentimes he would whisper to you? How his hands would "accidentally" graze your thigh innocently? It progressed for grazing to full on groping - even stroking from your thigh to your waist beneath the long shared tables as his eyes remained ahead. Just yesterday did you find him putting his hand on your knee until you smacked it away a few moments latrer - he himself had no intention of moving until then.

It now went beyond the classroom, now entering their personal lives with friends. His dark eyes scan you often, from your face to your figure. He examines how you smile with your eyes before your lips, how when you laugh, you hide your mouth before doing so. You clench your legs often when you're nervous - Taehyhung could no longer help himself. It was to be the way the lace peaked through your skirt weeks ago - what else would be his reasoning of his sudden interest?

"Shot?" Jimin sing-songs, taking his own shot while he hands one out for Taehyhung. He takes it and downs it, his eyes flickering to you from across the pool. He was certain that your bathing suit - a black one piece with a deep v-cut to expose your breast - was once again Chaerin's doing. The dark haired girl used you like a doll, forcing you in whatever she could.

"Who are you staring at?" Jimin asks, his eyes following Taehyung's vision. The man was fast to advert his gaze to another girl, a random one who said right to you. This was a party after all and there were more women he could be looking at. "Are you going to fuck her?" Jimin asks.

Taehyung shrugs. He wasn't - he didn't even know her name. He couldn't be caught staring upon you, however.

You cross your arms over your chest, legs kicking into the pool water. Chaerin was long gone by now, as much as most of your friend group. Music blared from the speakers as you glance around at the many people enjoying their night. "You aren't hiding much."

You yelp at the sudden voice, the closeness in it.

You sigh when you realize it's just Taehyung. "Why aren't you in the pool?" you question. Jimin and Namjoon were playing chicken with Jin and Hoseok, losing by how clumsy the two were.

Taehyung glances at said pool and grimances. Jungkook was now holding someone under water while the surrounding guests were drunk and chaotic. "Possibly the same reason you aren't."

You nod, understandable.

"Do you still have that crush?" Taehyung questions, his eyes leaving your breast and now staring into your eyes, watching your expression. "On Jungkook?"

You turn your head to glare at Taehyung. It wasn't a secret - maybe to Jungkook, he could be clueless at times - that Jungkook was once your crush. It started in middle school when you began to look at boys as "cute" and not "disgusting". However, you thought you were being subtle - you weren't. Everyone knew, but only Taehyung would tease you about it.

"Why do you ask?" you respond to him.

“Besides the fact that when you two get drunk, you make out?” Taehyung rolls his eyes. He witness too many times of Jungkook and you making out innocently after one too many shots. It was accustomed in the friend group that now no one bats an eye. “Plus…I know he fucked you." Taehyung shrugs, a smirk on his lips when you widen your eyes. "He didn't tell anyone but me."

You gulp. You glance at Jungkook who is now looking around for someone, a determined look. Once his eyes catches yours, he smiles and waves. You wave back, a nervous smile on your lips. Jungkook knew your distain for Taehyung, but didn't take it as serious. When you mentioned the many times of Taehhyung dislike for you, he assured that it wasn't that. Taehyung didn't dislike anyone was his words to you - obvlious as ever.

"How cute." Taehyung rolls his eyes. "I want to fuck you."

You push yourself back as if he burned you. His words were blunt and nonchalant. "Too vulgar?" Taehyung laughs, amused by your expression. 

"I...wasn't expecting you to say that." You murmur. "Is this a joke?"

You were use to men being vulgar, sure. You were in University and that's all you encountered. However, Kim Taehyung was never that man. You told yourself his teasing and touches in class were tactic to piss you off - nothing more or less. 

"I'm a serious man." Taehyung says. "As vulgar as I come across now, I am serious. I want to fuck you. Not "make love" or whatever you girls say."

Taehyung's blutness takes you aback. 

"Think of it as a...favor. A reward, even." Taehyung notices the way your eyes dart from his eyes to his lips for a split moment. He smirks. "We're both grown."

"You hate me." you deadpan. 

"That never came from my mouth." Taehyung denies. 

"You don't need to say anything. It's the way you act!" you hiss. You noticed Jungkook going back to swimming. You take ahold of a stranded towel and place it upon your hips. 

"I'm sure you haven't been fucked in years." Taehyung scoffs, a roll of his eyes. "You're always tense whenever I see you. You look like you need some dick in your life and Jungkook isn't giving it to you anymore."

"Fuck you, Tae." You hiss and when you're about to throw the towel away from you and leave him there, he stops you. 

"Do you touch yourself?" he asks, eyes watching your expression. "Do you fuck yourself with a toy? With your fingers?"

Your cheeks flush at the suddenness of his words. His voice is deep and low when he asks you and you feel his get closer. Taehyung lowers his lips to his ears. "Do you?" he murmurs. 

You nod your head, compelled to answer. 

"Good girl." he smirks. "I want to fuck you - make you feel good. You're always so tense for a reason, Y/N. I could fuck it out of you, make you feel good." he assures, his hands reaching out to your thigh beneath the towel. "I want to see you beneath me. On top, wherever you'd like to be."

You bite your lips, clenching your legs when Taehyung grips your inner thigh. 

"Y-You can't do that here." you murmur to him, shaking your head. No one notices Taehyung and you. 

"I see. Wouldn't want to taint your image." Taehyung sighs, a shrug of his shoulders. 

"What image?" you question. 

"That shy girl act. The prude who pretends she doesn't want to get bent over a fucked." Taehyung responds as though his words aren't dirty. "I know if I were to bend you over right now, you'd take it. Right in front of our friends and Jungkook, wouldn't you?" Taehyung chuckles. "Look at you, pretending to be shy but spreading your legs more to feel my touch."

"Here." you spoke to Taehyung, holding out a cup of coffee to him, hot to the touch. 

Taehyung wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Are you joking?" he scoffs.

You sigh.

It's been almost a month since the pool party. The following Monday when school began, Taehyung went back to his usual self - the touces, the whispering teasing of how ,uch he desired to fuck you and how. When class was over, Taehyung no longer stayed behind and found every excuse to not allow you to pass. No, he allowed you to - and made sure to squeeze your ass as you strolled by. A few times he would walk beside you, his hands so low that anyone would think the two of you were a couple showing intimacy. When he sat next to you in class, his hands would reach higher and high along your thigh and each time you would gently slap them away.

That was until you slapped him. 

Yes, slapped him right across the face. 

It was a reaction, you assured. He had suddenly squeezed your breast during an exam in class and your reflexes got the best of you. The sound echoed across the walls of the room and a few gasps ensured, one of them being your own and Taehyungs. 

Taehyung had ignored you the rest of the day. The next day he sat away from you, next to some girl who you didn't know while another student occupied his seat. The rest of the week was the same - Taehyung sitting away from you and when class was over, sprinting out the door to further avoid you. It would be easier if the two of you didn't share friends - then you could speak and apologize to him. However, Taehyung and you had a reputation of not being friendly - just cordial. So you couldn't suddenly speak with him without raising questioning eyebrows. 

You felt guilty - Taehyung didn't deserve to be slapped. Yes, he didn't have complete persmission to touch you. Yet, you never verbally told him to stop his actions and even allowed it a few times. But in the back of your mind, you told yourself that he was wrong and that this slap was years of payback for being an asshole. Nonetheless, you didn't want Taehyung to be angered and left on a bad note, so you tried your best to find him alone. 

When a month had gone by and Taehyung still sat away from you, you had enough. Nothing in the friend group had changed - it was as normal as ever. Only you felt off. Taehyung never glanced your way, even when you tried desperately to grab his attention. You had to do something, it was eating you alive that he was ignoring you. Your mind questions why Taehyung ignoring you - the same way he did for years - was such a hindrance to your mind. He didn't speak with you, taunt or tease you and opted to downright ignoring you all together - that's what was different about this Taehyung.

"We're both adults." you told yourself when you contemplate writing an apology letter. This wasn't elementary school, damn it, you were going to apologize to him in person. 

So you do, when you see his run out the classroom once more. You follow after him, nearly sprinting when you trip over your two feet and land straight onto the ground, books and paper flying everywhere. That was another attempt down the drain, but you were determined to not give up.

A second failed attempt was when you nearly asked Jungkook for Taehyung's number. That would do nothing but raise suspicion - as long as you know Taehyung, you never bothered to ask for his number or social media platforms. 

So, now here you were, a dumb look on your face when you feel Taehyung rip the coffee from your hands and throw it in the trash can closest to him. He was in the gym where he usually met Jungkook. You managed to beat the boy here. Luckily you were texting him today or you would never know that every Friday Taehyung and him meet up to work out. 

"I...that was rude!" you clench your fists. "I just came to apologize."

Taehyung rolls his eyes. He goes back to ignoring you. Where the hell was Jungkook at?

Taehyung didn't tell anyone that you slapped him. It wasn't meant to be news. He decided that same day that if it took him getting slapped to have you - that he wouldn't. It was now beneath him to attempt to fuck you, no matter how desperate he was. There's more pussy in the sea and going after one that played hard to get wasn't going to do it any longer. 

Taehyung knew you. He knew eventually you'd come to him - like he wanted. He knew you couldn't stand when people were upset with you. So, he ignored you. Changed his seat, adverted his eyes and made you feel the consequences of your actions. 

"I'm wearing those lace panties." you blurted out. As quickly as you said it, you shut up, regretting it. 

Taehyung stops - while you stand there dumbfounded. He was lifting a dumbbell when you blurted out your choice of underwear. 

"Hm." he tilts his head. "That's my business because?"

Taehyung manages to hide his smirk when you notice your ears are red. You were doing everything to not have him be upset - and little did you know, he wasn't upset anymore. 

"Thanks for the coffee but," he lifts the dumbbell a few more times before releasing it. He was suppose to be here with Jungkook, the yoiunger man being inspiration for him to work out. "I don't like coffee."

"You're weird." you murmur, arms crossed. "I never met anyone who didn't enjoy coffee."

Taehyung furrows a brow. 

"I mean," shaking your head, you offer him a smile. "I apologize. For slapping you. I shouldn't have."

"Y/N...I don't give a damn about an apology that's a month late." Taehyung chuckles. "What I am interested in is seeing those lace panties you're wearing."

You choke. 

"Or are you a liar, too?" Taehyung tilts his head slowly, a smirk growing onto his lips. He was enjoying this a little too much. 

You were a liar - you weren't wearing any lace. You opted to save those for when you felt like being sexy - which was rarely seeing as you were a single woman who didn't sleep around. "We're in public."

"So were we when you beat the shit out of me." Taehyung snickers. 

"Stop being so dramatic!" you hiss. "I didn't want to slap you but you gave me no choice!"

"Oh, so you just couldn't control your hand?"

"The same way you couldn't control yours?" you retort, your voice raising to match his. 

Taehyung steps back and raises a brow. "Feisty." he smirks. "Are you always this way with Jungkook?"

"Your obsession with Kookie and I is becoming worrying." you snap. "He has nothing to do with this."

"Oh?" he hums at the nickname.

"Yes." you hiss. You watch Taehyung lean against the bench, his eyes on yours. "Jungkook doesn't touch me the way you do." you tell him. Now your face his red while Taehyung breaks out into another smirk. "I mean...he...we..." you shake your head. 

"I don't care what he doesn't do to you." Taehyung raises a hand to silence you. "I want you to show me if you're being honest and wearing those panties after all."

You bite your lip. You watch Taehyungs features - he's serious. He awaits your next move. 

"I apologize to you." you tell him. "I want one in return."

"Excuse me?" Taehyung leans forward as if to hear you better. "I didn't hit you."

"But you put your hands on me without permission." you shrug, a smirk of your own forming. "I want an apology from you. It's not like it's years overdue to being a fucking prick."

Taehyung stands, now sauntering over to you. "You never stopped me from touching you, Y/N." he says. "I even assumed you enjoyed my touches."

You back away from him as he reaches closer. "That gives you the right to touch me?" you question, your eyes glancing down to his lips for a brief moment. "As if we aren't in class trying to learn?"

"Oh!" Taehyung claps his hands. "You want me to touch you in private. Why didn't you just say that?" he chuckles, shaking his head. 

You bite your lip. He knew what you meant, but Taehyhung's teasing never stops. However, this was your moment to take back to control in this situation. This month, Taehyung had the control - he let you to believe that he was upset with you for having a reaction to his own action. 

When Taehyung is now in front of you, you allow him to lower his head to your owns. "You're not touching me." you murmur, lips nearly touching his. "Not until I get an apology."

After all these years of knowing you, Taehyung had no need of your personal phone number. Not even a follow back on social media was needed. He just didn't care to have you on anything, and of course, vice versa. He also couldn't ask you yourself for your number, that would make him appear weak - and weak he was not.

Now, things were different - but he couldn't let anyone know that, especially not Jungkook. He knew that Jungkook would look at him indifferently if he suddenly asked for your number. So, Taehyung had to be smart. Guessing Jungkook's password was the easy part - the man was predictable. It was made easier for him when you decided to text Jungkook. It was the name - your name - on Jungkook's phone that makes him furrow a brow. Your name displayed with an array of different color emoji hearts, heart eyes and flowers. 

Taehyung scoffs but gets your number regardless, saving it under ‘Y/N 🐍’ to not make it too suspicious if your name ever popped into his phone while others were looking. He could help his wandering eyes at your messages with Jungkook - it was an invasion of privacy, he knew that. But, he was sure anyone in his position would do the same. 

Y/N 💕🥰🌸: I miss you, too, Kook

Y/N 💕🥰🌸: I can come tonight and we can cuddle and watch horrible horror movies like the old times

Taehyung wrinkles his nose.

When he hears footsteps, Taehyung turns the phone off and places it back to where it belonged on the coffee table He leans back into his seat and yawns as Jungkook enters back into the sitting room. He watches Jungkooks expession as he unlocks his phone to text you, a smile placed itself upon his lips as his fingers types. 

"Talking to a lover?" Taehyung asks, his voice almost scoffing out the words. 

Jungkook shakes his head. "Just Y/N." he says lowly. "Who else?"

Taehyung hums, but his eyes remain on Jungkook. There was a way in which the Jeon boys eyes twinkled whenever he texted you that had him wondering just what the two of you were speaking of - and it couldn't be watching the cringy movies Jungkook enjoyed to watch.

Taehyung takes out his own phone and types into it, typing onto his phone fast to get the message out to you in a timely matter.

No, it wasn't an apology like you'd expect it to be, it was a quick and simple message that would get the trick done.

Taehyung: Y/N 👁

When you didn’t respond in the next five minutes, Tawhyung was growing irate - especially since Jungkook remained smiling like a fool down at his own device.

Taehyung: You’ve been ignoring me.

A moment later, he received a response.

Y/N 🐍: Taehyung? How’d you get my number? 🙄

Taehyung scoffs - of course he was the only one getting ignored.

Taehyung: Don’t worry about that. Why have you been ignoring me?

He wasn’t going to admit that he went through Jungkook’s phone and got your number - he’d come across as desperate.

Y/N 🐍: Just say you miss me, Tae Tae

Taehyung gulps. You never called him that before.

Y/N 🐍: Besides we never speak in public?

Taehyung: That doesn’t mean we can’t start

Y/N 🐍: 👀

Y/N 🐍: You’re right. It takes two to make a convo, Tae.

Taehyung frowns, biting the inside of his cheek.

Taehyung: I think you’re playing with me

Taehyung: Pretending you aren’t interested

Taehyung: Telling me you’re wearing lace and then refusing to show me 🤨

Taehyung watches the 3 dots on his phone screen intently as she types, but as he watches them disappear and a ding coming from across from him to Jungkook’s phone, he releases a hiss.

Taehyung: This shy girl act you’re putting up won’t last forever, Y/N

Taehyung locks his phone and drops it into his lap. Jungkook lifts his head at him. "You want something to drink?" he asks. "I forgot to ask earlier."

Taehyung shakes his head. He had been here close to fifteen minutes in Jungkook's dorm, him being lucky enough to not have a roommate since whatever his name was moved out not long ago. He took up both sides of the dorm, one being where jungkook resides and the other half being where he placed a fouton, large tv and a mini fridge with a built in freezer.

Jungkook shrugs his shoulder but lifts himself up. He strolls to the mini fridge and opens it, scanning whatever he could inside to see what he wanted. "I should get an ice tray." he murmurs to himself. "I'm going to go get some ice." he says to Taehyung who nods in response.

As the door closes, Taehyung hears a ding from his phone, his ears perks. He unlocks it to see your name on display.

Y/N 🐍: Could you give me what I want, Tae Tae?

Taehyung felt a flood of heat in his lower regions - imagining you saying this to him in person.

Taehyung: Yes

Y/N 🐍: Whatever I want?

Taehyung: Yes. Just tell me what you want.

Taehyung waits a total of 5 minutes and 13 seconds (he counted) for you to respond. He awaits for you to tell him you want him to fuck your brains out right now - or tonight, even tomorrow - and he’d do just that.

Y/N 🐍: I want you

Taehyung holds his breath, his cock twitching. As he was about to respond, you text again

Y/N 🐍: To apologize 😁

Taehyung slams his phone down on the coffee table just as Jungkook returns with his cup of ice. The Jeon boy raises both brows. “Are you alright?” he asks.

Taehyung nods. He wanted to say that you were being the biggest bitch there was - but that would only end up with Jungkook defending your honor (and maybe beating his ass in the process). He proceeds to take his phone from the coffee table when he receives another notification.

Y/N 🐍: Since your “manly” ego won’t allow you to, how about you send me a picture

Y/N 🐍: Everyone has a contact pic on my phone

Taehyung rolls his eyes.

Taehyung: Would you send me one?

Y/N 🐍: Ofc

Taehyung strolls through his gallery and sends a recent picture he took not too long ago. It was a simple mirror selfie he took, his hair damp and a few buttons of his shirt undone. The necklace he wore swung loosely around his neck.

Y/N 🐍: Thanks. I’ll send one now

Taehyung awaits for you to send one. He scans the picture of you that you just sent - that he was sure you just took at this moment. He tilts his head at the shirt you were wearing, slightly fitted but still had looseness and navy. It was basic and it fit you just right - but it was a familiar shirt he knew belonged to Jungkook. He notices how your nipples were hard enough for him to catch sight of them and he licks his lips. It was an innocent picture of you smiling at the camera - no indication of sexual.

Taehyung: Did you just take this?

He leans back and examine the picture again, the bottom of it he witnesses a strip of lace panties and his breath hitches.

Y/N 🐍: Sure did. Why? 🙄

Taehyung: Just wondering.

It was normal for the group of friends to go camping - it was a tradition that started way back in High School. Jin and Yoongi being the eldest, they planned the majority of the trip the best they could. The first two years were tough - not having the funds to get a cabin and resulted in shared tents. But that never stopped you guys, even if the bugs kept you up at night. Now that everyone was older, they all chipped in to help in fees - such as the cabin, food, drinks and other necessities. Once a year your group of friends went camping and rented out a large cabin with over ten rooms - each person trying to get their own.

The friend group consisted of 7 men and only 4 girls.Areum, yourself, Chaerin and Seo-Jun (who were a couple). Both roomed together, so that was never an issue and each person could have their separated rooms. You always took the room next to Jungkook incase you ever felt bored in the middle of the night - which was often. 

"What do you think we're going to do this year?" you ask Taehyung as you follow on with the professors teaching. "While camping."

Talking to Taehyung felt easier, no longer forced. You two text from time to time, his flirting coming out randomly but you always made sure to swerve around it. It was kept subtle, though, the both of you not wanting the rest of the friend group to know.

"Dare, duh." Taehyung responds. "That's our yearly tradition."

It was. It was the tradition that brought Chaerin and Seo-Jun together when both were dared to makeout with one another. Jungkook and Jimin had been dared once to skinny dip in the nearby lake. Jin dared to shove three s'mores in his mouth and swallow without choking - he managed, but was never the same afterwards. 

"Are you participating this year?" you ask him. You sat out the last year while Taehyung sat out two years in a row. You both enjoyed watching (from afar, of course) how your other friends participated in dares and exposing truths. 

"I will if you do." Taehyung responds. "We should start now."

You roll your eyes. "Now?" you question. 

Taehyung nods. "You know once we agree they're going to give us something hardcore to do." he explains. "Like shove a cactus up your ass."

You snort, a smile forming on your lips. 

There was a gleam in Taehyung's eyes. "Dare?" he murmurs to you. 

You turn your head to glance at him. He was serious about starting now. "Sure."

"I dare you to meet me tonight."

"Where?" you question. 

"At my dorm." Taehyung responds. Him and Jimin shared a dorm not far from Jungkook's. 

"What are we gonna do?" you try not to sound nervous. You could deny, but that would only have you be teased by him and you weren't going to back down now. 

"Whatever you dare me to do and vice versa." Taehyung shrugs. "Your turn."

You hum. "I don't know. Um, I dare you to pick me up." you say. If he wanted you to come to his then you would need a way there.

Taehyung lets out a low laugh. "A weak dare, but I'll do it. Think of something better next time. to prepare for the weekend."

Now, you find yourself in Taehyungs dorm, lights dim, in the navy shirt - that you stole from Jungkook months ago - and lacy panties with a throw blanket wrapped around you. Taehyung places the pizza in front of you, a smirk on his lips. "It's my turn again." he says.

Now you wish you would've said anything else concerning this "dare" you and him were playing. Once you received the message from you, you were determined to follow through because your mom didn't raise a bitch. But when it was your turn, you had no idea what in the world you were going to dare him to do so opted in saying "I dare you to get me food."

"I don't think 3 day old pizza counts as getting me food." you snap, but open the pizza box and eat the pizza regardless. It was surprisingly warm and fresh. 

"I bought it before I got you." Taehyung rolls his eyes but he lays upon his bed. 

"Where's Jimin?" you ask. Jimin was his dorm roommate and whos bed you sat upon on arrival. 

"Out with Thursday." Taehyung responds.

"Thursday?" you eat your second slice of pizza, the throw blanket now wrapped around your waist. 

"Yeah, he usually fucks a set of girls everyday of the week. Thursday keeps him busy the whole night. Won't see him until we go camping." Taehyung explains and you nod. At least someone was going to have fun, it should be Jimin.

Once you were done eating you sat quietly in the room, avoiding Taehyung's gaze that's been on you for a while now. "I dare you to lay down with me." 

You lift yourself up, feeling his eyes still on you as you make your way to Taehyung's bed. There was a little room by the wall for you to walk by and get to the top of the bed - a full size bed that fit the two of you nearly perfectly. You grab his blankets and place them onto you, losing the throw blanket you had. You lay awkwardly, your heart beating loudly in the quiet room. "Your turn."

"I guess it is." you murmur. "I dare you to tell me why you want me."

Taehyung ponders for a moment on what he should say. "You're cute." he shrugs. "You barely been touched."

"It's not like I'm a virgin." you quip. He wasn't afraid to tell you how he knew of you and Jungkook's sexual activities. 

"I know, trust me." he chuckles. He turns on his side to look at you. "When was the last time you came? Had any type of orgasm that you didn't cause yourself?"

You yelp at the sudden question, cheeks flushing at the closeness between the two of you. "I, um-"

"When was the last time you had sex?" Taehyung licks his lips as he awaits your answer. 

"Last year. It was just a hookup." you say, a grimance on your face. "I suppose the last time I had an orgasm with someone else was with....Jungkook."

Taehyung remains quiet, processing your answer. You didn't have sex much, he noticed, but the last orgasm being with Jungkook was insane to him - the two of you were nothing but High Schoolers. 

You turn away from him and towards the wall, your eyes adjusting to the dim lights in the room. You feel the bed moving, and Taehyung coming closer to you. He lays a hand on your waist. "I'm sorry." you hear him murmur. "For touching you."

You nod your head and hum in response. 

"Do you want me to take you home?" Taehyung doesn't want to. Your scent being so close to him is intoxicating and the fact that your in his bed alone - pantless, braless and so close - he wants nothing more than for you to stay. 

"No." was your response, and you allow Taehyung to come closer until his chest is against your back. His hand wraps around your waist and brings you closer to him. 

"Do you want me to move?" Even if he didn't want to move, he had to consider your feelings in this. Especially if you weren't afraid to slap the piss out of him again. 

You come to enjoy the closeness that was Taehyung, surprisingly enough. The way his hands places themselves on your hips and lighty trace the lace you wore. "It's fine."

"Alright." Taehyung sighs. "I dare you to spend the night with me."

"Can I eat you out?" Taehyung asks in a low hushed tone. "You don't even have to do anything in return."

How in the hell did you get here for Taehyung to ask you such a question?

Through the night, Taehyung and you had laid close to one another. You could feel his length on your back as Taehyung inched himself closer, It made your body feel hot, but you remained still. You could also feel his breath tickle your ear and his hand squeezing your hips - almost as if to keep himself sane. The two of you stayed like that for hours until both succumbing to a dreamless sleep.

Of course you had not intended on staying with Taehyung the entire night. However, you would admit you were having fun with the man with the dares you two played. Taehyung gave you a sort of rush, and that said a lot when your best friend was Jeon Jungkook. But, this was a different rush now, a more intimate rush that you hadn't felt since Jungkook and you were sexual.

You stirr awake, feeling humid and desired nothing more than to kick off the thick blanket that was covering your body. Your eyes fluttered open and you nearly yelp at your surroundings. Memories flood from the day prior and now you felt hotter, cheeks and neck red. You glance around the room, finding it the same as the night before, the dim lights now off and instead replaced with the sun peaking through the windows.

"You're awake." you feel Taehyung murmur against your neck.

You flinch at the suddenness of Taehyung's voice - deep and raspy. "I am." you murmur. "Good morning."

Taehyung kisses your neck and mutters a low 'morning'. He couldn't help himself, even if it did feel too intimate for the two of you. But, you laid in his bed wearing the bare minimum and looked fuckable (like you always had). So, when you didn't stop him, he took it as an invitation to kiss from your neck down to your collarbone. He pushed himself into you, your ass feeling soft beneath him. "It's your turn." he murmurs against your neck. "Are we still playing?"

Your mind couldn't process his words in time. You feel your legs clench shut at the feeling of Taehyung's soft kisses along your neck - and at the fact that you didn't stop him. "I-I don't know what to say." you admit, feeling his hands rub along your hips.

"Just say anything you want me to do." Taehyung chuckles out a response. He wished it would be 'I dare you to fuck me into the mattress' but maybe that would be too soon. Regardless, he would - even if he was alone or Jimin asleep across from then.

"I dare you to...touch me?" your throat was dry and you barely managed to say anything to him.

"I already am." Taehyung groans. But, nonetheless, this was an invitation. "You want me to touch you more?" he offers.

Before you could respond, you feel his hands rub from your waist to your breast above Jungkook's shirt. He squeezes them that causes a yelp from your throat. You found yourself moaning, not able to keep it in any longer. "It's your turn, Tae." you stuttered, legs clenching when you feel his tongue, warm and slippery, lick agaist your neck. 

"I dare you to take your shirt off." Taehyung wastes no time in attempting to get what he truly desired. He knew you for years now, watching you grow into your body. His mind pondered on how your breasts were and only could be imagined by Jungkook's words back in High School. The closest he's ever been was at the pool party.

"Okay." you say. You tear yourself away from him, now turning towards him. You lift the hem of your shirt up. With ease, Taehyung lifts it off of your. You feel the cool air against your skin.

"Cold?" Taehyung asks and when you nod he takes the blanket and covers the two of you, coming closer to your body. "It's your turn."

You lick your lips, unsure of what to say. You feel Taehyung's large hands on your breast now, twirling your nipples in the palms of his hands. He knew you liked it by the soft whimpers coming from your lips. "It's just us...you don't have to hide your moans."

"I dare you to kiss me." you lick your lips.

Taehyung groans and lowers his head, doing what he was dared to do. He catches your lips with his own. He gives your nipple a pinch before rubbing down your sides to get to his destination - your ass. Giving it a hard squeeze, he pushes you closer to him.

You moaned louder, feeling his cock twitch from his shorts. You knew your panties would be soaked soon. 

"I dare you," Taehyung breaks the kiss (much to your surprise and despair) and trails kisses down your neck and collarbone. "to let me suck them." he stops at your breast. How could he not want to such beautiful breast in his mouth. 

You nod, biting your bottom lip. "Okay." you agree. "I'd let you without the dare." you admit. 

Taehyhung smirks, and within a second he is atop of you, between your legs. His hands tap your thighs. "Wrap your legs around me." he commands. He needs to feel the heat coming from between your legs, his desire to fuck you into his mattress becoming higher and higher by the second. Your bare breast in his face, your legs now wrapped around his waist - his shorts long gone in the mix. 

Taehyung wraps his lips around your hardened nipple and begins to suck, eyes fluttering close in bliss. He moans against you, tongue flickering your nipple. His hips rock into your core and by the way your heat wettens, you knew that you were ready to get fucked by him - however crazy that was. Taehyung  - the same man who annoyred you for years, managed to get between your legs in a matter of a month and a few weeks. 

Your moans were music to his ears. He wraps his tongue around your other nipple, his fingers pinching the previous one.

"That feels so good." you moan. You wouldn't live that down, he'd make sure of it. You'd fed into his ego more now - legs wide open, pussy wet, breast in his face and now telling him how good he made you feel. 

"I want you to make me feel good." you moan out needily, rocking your hips against Taehyung. "I-I dare you to."

"You'd like that, huh?" Taehyung chuckles, popping your nipple from his mouth, a trail of saliva connecting from your nipple to his lips. "Not so shy anymore, Y/N?"

You gulps, feeling embarrassment through you. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"I've been waiting for you to say that." Taehyung confesses. "Can I eat you out?" Taehyung asks in a low hushed tone. "You don't even have to do anything in return."

You feel your clit pulse and you laugh aloud, cheeks flushing. "You're so blunt."

"You watch me suck on your breast and hump into your like an adolescent school boy." Taehyung tilts his head. "Why wouldn't I want to be between your legs?" he proceeds to place his fingers against your clothed clit, circling it. "So wet for me. Let me eat you out until you cum on my lips. You dared me to."

You bite your lip, eyes watching Taehyung's dark ones - laced with lust and desire. Your panties were thin and lace, not giving you any barrier between them and Taehyung's speedy fingers. Your eyes flutters close a few times, pleasure overcoming you. 

A loud ring startles the two of you. You jump at the sound of the familiar ring. "My phone." you stutter. You rummaged through the covers to find your forgotten phone. "It's Jungkook." you murmur. 

Taehyung watches the screen, eyes darkening into a glare. Jungkooks name on your phone - ‘Kookie 🍪🥰💪🏻’ does nothing but annoy him. The emojis on your and his phones appeared too domestic for just friends, but he shoves it off. What he did know was that he wanted to strangle Jeon Jungkook for possibly ruining his moment to eating pussy - yours to be exact. "Don't."

"I never missed his calls." you shake your head. You knew he would keep calling until you answered, and if you didn't he would come find you. "Kookie." you place the phone to your ear, gulping at Taehyung's glare. 

"Where are you?" Jungkook's voice comes loudly through the phone. "I went by your dorm. Areum said you didn't come home."

You bite your lips, eyes on Taehyung. "I-I stayed out with friends. Just got back."

Jungkook was silent for a moment. It was a dumb excuse, he knew all your friends. "Sure." he says, and you know he isn't convinced. But you can't tell him you were possibly seconds away from being fucked by a mutual friend - was Taehyung your friend now? "Do you want breakfast? I'm paying."

"You always pay." you laugh. 

Taehyung lets out a deep breath. There was no way in hell he was going to sit and listen to you talk to Jungkook, not when he was about to eat you out. 

"You're my girl. I'd always pay for you." Jungkook laughs, and Taehyung furrows a brow at the conversation.

"And that's why I love you, Kook." you say. "How about we get lunch later? You still owe me for - shit!"

"Y/N?" Jungkook's voice hisses from the phone. 

Taehyung was over the conversation. He wasn't going to watch you sit on the phone with Jungkook - not when you agreed on having his lips between your legs. He was going to go through with the dare - on or off the phone. He goes between your legs, kissing your clit. 

You mute Jungkook on your phone, eyes widening at the man between your legs. "Taehyung!" you hiss. "Stop that!"

"It's a dare." Taehyung shrugs. "Don't let me stop your flirting."

"Flirting? Kookie and I-"

"You're his girl after all." he interrupts, his fingers moving your panties to the side and placing his tongue upon your clit.

"Y/N!" Jungkook's voice is louder. 

You unmute the phone and moan as Taehyung's tongue circles your clit. "Y-Yes?"

"Are you...okay?" 

"Yes, sure, Kookie." you say, hoping Jungkook cannot hear the wet smacking coming from Taehyung between your legs. "I-I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." Jungkook assures. 

You mute Jungkook again and hiss. Taehyung's mouth was amazing against your clit. You open your legs wider. 

"Don't let me stop you from talking to your little boyfriend." Taehyung rolls his eyes. Sure, he knew the two of you weren't officially together. However, Jungkook's feelings were there - no matter how many times you and him would deny it. Deep down, your own feelings had to be there, too, and he questions if he should even be here with you. Yet, his conscience is clouded with lust. 

You unmute Jungkook, a whimper coming from your lips. "K-Kookie?"

Jungkook is silent, but then you hear his words. "Yes?" his voice is low and you almost feel disgusted by how it makes you feel. His deep voice with your arousal plus Taehyung's tongue on your clit. "Are you touching yourself again?" he sighs playfully.

Taehyung licks and suckles before lifting his eyes to you. Your teeth caught in your lips as your hips bucked against his tongue. He smirks at you. Jungkook and you were an odd pair of friends, far too entangled in sexual tension that nothing seemed to be off limits. Maybe it comes with the amount of years the two of you have been friends, to sexually active, to now - horny single young adults.

"I'll talk to you later, Kookie." you manage to say into the phone, fluttering your eyes open to witness Taehyung flick his tongue along your clit. You couldn't help but moan at the sight of Taehyung, devouring you as if you were his favorite meal. You hung up the phone accidentally, your head falling back into Taehyung's pillows. "S-Shit..." you groan, grabbing your phone and redialling Jungkook.

"What the hell are you doing?" Taehyung grumbles, watching you, tongue flickering. 

"I-I forgot to say..." your breath hitches. Jungkook answers the phone gleefully, a laugh coming from his throat. "I love you, Kookie. I forgot to say."

"I love you, too, Y/N." and with that, you both hang up and you drop your phone back to your side. 

Taehyung shakes his head, but doesn't stop his tongue. Surely Jungkook and you were an odd pair, vowing to say I love you at any and every given time, the nicknames, teasing and sexual frustration. He enters two fingers inside of you, enjoying the way your hips buckle. As he thrusts, he chuckles against your clit. "I love you, Kookie." he mocks, fingers jamming inside of you. "Pathetic."

"Fuck you." you hiss, widening your legs. "You have to move..." you suck your breath in, feeling your stomach rumble with the sudden tightness. "I'm gonna cum if you-"

"Cum." Taehyung hissed against your clit, tongue flicking and suckling as rapid as his fingers thrusting inside of you. Wet sounds erupts through the room and the scent of sex is heavy in the air. 

"You...you're making me feel so good." your body was trembling, each time you tried to close your legs, Taehyung snaps them open with a slap of your thighs. His head nods from sigh to sigh and licks furiously at her clits. He wasn't going to stop when he was aware of your high coming. 

It was this moment that Taehyung understood there was a change. He didn't care about himself at the moment, showing you no mercy. You've came twice already and Taehyung vowed that he wouldn't stop until you came for him again. He got off from your sputtering moans and the way your legs would attempt to jerk themselves close. You were completely relaxed with him now, no longer caring if you were being too loud in his dorm - it wasn't as if Jimin was present.

"Fuck!" you wail out as Taehyung drops your legs gently, admiring your disheveled appearance.You came again, for the third time. Your legs twitched as you attempted to move. "I'm so tired." you groan. 

"It's still early. We can...rest?" Taehyung feels weird suggesting it, he's never before. He was single and didn't need anyone to be attached to him. He's brought women to his dorm many times, none of which ever stayed the night - let alone rested. But you were different, he supposed. You were a friend now and this is what friends did, right? "It's still early. We can wake up later. I know you and Jungkook have that date."

You roll your eyes as he falls next to you. "It's not a date." you mumble, but your eyes feel too heavy to banter with him. "Thank you, Tae Tae."

Tae 🆘: Are you busy?

You bite your lip as you read the message. You were with Chaerin, browsing the clothing rack when you got the notification from Taehyung. You hadn’t heard from him all day after they both woke up and went about their separate ways. You showered, got dressed and went with Chaerin to find new clothes (that neither of you needed) before you went to eat with Jungkook.

You: I’m with Chae. Something you need?

Tae 🆘: I want you to sit on my face 😌

You redden at the text - Taehyung was as bold as ever.

Tae 🆘: But since you’re busy, how about you do something for me instead?

You half heartily listen to Chaerin talk about the different clothes on display.

You: What’s up?

Tae 🆘: Come find out before we leave to go camping

Tae 🆘: Since you’re with Chae, I know you aren’t far from Jungsik. I’ll be parked there

You take a deep breath and eyed Chaerin. “When are we leaving?” you asked.

Chae turns her head and furrows a brow. Her dark hair swinging behind her. “Am I boring you?”

“Don’t be dramatic. I’m just asking because I still have to meet Kookie. I’m riding with him.” you explain. “Besides, do you even need a new swimsuit?”

“Of course not. That won’t stop me from buying one.” Chaerin shrugs. “Go to your little boy toy before he comes sniffing you out like the little puppy he is.” she gives you a little smile.

You wave her off and make your way to Jungsik, it wasn’t far and maybe a few minutes by foot. You pondered what Taehyung had requested of you. After walking a block or two, you noticed Taehyungs car parked, windows tinted dark as you approached.

"Yo." you murmur to him upon entering and closing the door behind you. "What do you need?"

"Hello to you, too." Taehyung rolls his eyes, a smirk on his lips. "Aren't you going to kiss me?" he pouts his lips.

You tilt your head. "Since when do we-"

"Just shut the fuck up and kiss me." Taehyung waves you off and catches your lips in a quick peck. "Here." he says, placing a small black paper bag in your lap.

"What is it?" you questioned, alarmed. All of this felt like a fever dream; from Taehyung making you cum twice in one day to you leaving Chaerin to come to him and now him gifting you something.

You opened the bag and rummaged through. "Are you joking?" you scoff, holding up a pair of black lace panties, only the crotch area appears to be cotton and thick.

"I want you to wear them for me." Taehyung smirks cheekily. "Tonight while we're camping."

You nod and shrug. If that's what he wanted then sure, but you were unsure why. You had no plans on seeing him outside of the group activities.

"Good girl." Taehyung whispers, his voice low.

You gulp. "I have to-"

"What's the rush?" Taehyung stops you from opening his car door. "Come here."

"What else is there to do?" you survey his features. 

He leans back into his chair, adjusting his seat. "Sit on me." he commands, opening his arms. 

You bite your lips. 

"The windows are tinted. It's not like we're going to be fucking." Yet, Taehyung thinks, but that's for another time. He pats his thighs and without a second thought, you manage to sit on his lap, ass against his clothed length and back on the steering wheel. "Okay, now kiss me."

You catch Taehyung's lips on your own. Taehyung's hands roam your body, finding your ass in the jean shorts you wore to be captivating. The car was becoming hot with the tension coming from Taehyung and you, tongues entangled and wet with the others saliva. You feel his large hands cup your breast, his mouth removing themselves from your lips. "Let me suck them before you leave." he pleads, his hands already pushing your shirt and bra up to get the view of you breast, nipples already perked and hard for him. 

You push your head back at the sensation of Taehyung on him sucking on your nipples and breast, even nibbling on them. You, of course, were lost in the feeling, your core throbbing for him. Taehyung, however, knew within the next hour your breast would be bruised and purplish for him.

The group of friends arrived at their normal spots of cabins, excited like always and ready for their games of dare, junk food and alcohol. They made themselves situated into the large cabin they rented out for the weekend. You rode with Jungkook and opted in getting food on the go - not having enough time after your run in with Taehyung. You missed your friend and his company. The two of you talked and joked around the entire car ride while you remained in your usual spot - in the passenger seat of his car and your feet in his lap. 

"We need to be swimming." Areum groaned, fanning herself upon entering the cabin, bags in her arms. 

The rooms filled fast, all of you sleeping alone besides Chaerin and Seo-Jun. You and Jungkook made sure to find your rooms side by side, a tradition you shared since the start of your camping trips. Since this was a newer cabin than your usual one, the rooms were set up differently. You found it weird how one side of the cabin sat you, Jungkook and Taehyung while the other side was Jin, Areum and Yoongi. Upstairs was Chaerin and Seo-Jun, Namjoon, Jimin and Hoseok. You didn't mind, the cabin itself was huge, but you pondered if you'd run into Taehyung often on your side of the cabin.

"Okay, let's go swimming now." Seo-Jun suggests, her and Chaerin already in their swimsuits.

"We just got here?" Jin rolls his eyes at the two girls. "We should eat first."

"More the reason for us to go to the lake." Chaerin rolls her eyes. "We can cook later, Jinnie. I'm going swimming." her manicure nails grabs Seo-Jun's hands and drag her out the cabin.

"She bought a new bikini for this occasion." you giggle with Jungkook who smiles in return. "Do you want to go swimming, Kookie?" you ask, putting your hair into a low bun as you strolled into your room, his behind you. 

Jungkooks shrugs. "I can." he replies. "Did you buy a new swim suit?"

You shake your head, rummaging through your bag to find your swim suit. You take out the simple bikini - a dark red two piece. You lift your shirt over your head, taking it off without much thought. You and Jungkook changed in front of one another often, never caring much if it was taboo or not. You and Jungkook once saw the other naked, it was normal now - even if others would claim it wasn't. 

Jungkook tilts his head as he watches you, a bite of his lips as you change into your swim suit. His eyes travels to your bare ass as you lift the bottoms on. "Fuck." you hiss, your eyes on your chest. 

"What's wrong?" Jungkook murmurs, blinking away his intrusive thoughts. 

You wanted to punch Kim Taehyung in his (beautiful) face for leaving hickeys along your breast. You turn to Jungkook, a look of regret on your face. 

Jungkook widened his eyes at your breast behind the bikini top. "Well," he coughs. "you finally got fucked."

"I didn't." you roll your eyes. "I need a shirt."

"Yeah, yeah." Jungkook murmurs and makes his way to his bedroom. His mind is on your breast and the markings upon them. He wouldn't ask now, but he would eventually. If you were seeing someone that would explain the way you were acting earlier by how fresh the hickeys were. There was never any secrets between Jungkook and you - and there woudln't be any now. 

Jungkook grabs a large black shirt and throws it to you, a frown on his lips and face unreadable. 

You happily lift the shirt over your head you sigh. You didn't need questions from the others of the markings on your body when you had to deal with Jungkook's own questions eventually. "Let's go, Kookie." you smile to your friend, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

Jungkook does the same and both of you walk out and down the path to the lake. It was chaotic as always, splashing and loud laughs. You make your way to the lake and dip your toes in. You shiver. "Oh hell no." you hiss, the water was way too cold to just enter without becoming accustomed first. 

Taehyung watches from inside the water as you and Jungkook make your way, ankles first, into the lake. He takes notice of Jungkook's arms wrapped around you tightly, not letting go even if you were beside or in front of him.

"It isn't cold if you just jump in!" Jimin laughs out gleefully. He throws his wet hair to the side. 

You bite your lip, leaning against Jungkook as you enter farther until the water reaches your knees. You shake your head, laughing when Jungkook nearly looses his balance.

Taehyung hums. "You're taking too long." he says to no one in particular, but his eyes are on you.

"Leave us alone." Jungkook defends, his arms tightly around you. "But I agree, we are taking too long."

"Jeon Jungkook." You firmly hiss. "You better not do what I think you're about to."

Jungkook could only smirk in return. In a swift movement, he tightens his grip around you and lifts you up, throwing the both of you deeper into the water. Your screams are muffled beneath the cold water. 

Taehyung watches, his eyes dark, as you emerge from under water scowling while Jungkook is laughing. Without warning, you flap your arms aggresively, sending as much water towards Jungkook as possible, who does the same.

You giggle loudly, mind foggy as you lean against Jungkook. You all had too many to drink, the game of dare played out far too long for anyones liking. This time, however, everyone was given an option to deny the dare given - and take a shot. It was safe to say that Jungkook and you took more than a few shots. Even when the dare given was easy, drinking seemed far more enticing than participating. It was amazing how you managed to change out of your wet clothes into fresh ones, Taehyung's gift on you.

"Let's make out." you stutter to Jungkook who only laughs in return.

"We can't keep making out when we're drunk." he tells you, but wraps his arms around your shoulders.

"Why not? We always do." you slur your words as you face him with a pout. "It's a tradition."

Jungkook leans back into the bed frame and lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine." he agrees with little to no convincing. "Everyones still outside anyways."

Not everyone. Taehyung was quick to notice you and Jungkook scurry away drunkingly while the others conversed and ate outside. It was now night and the group stayed to grill and make s'mores long the man-made fire Yoongi was able to conjure.

Taehyung watches as you jump into Jungkook's lap, both legs on either side of the man. He wouldn't call it spying - you two were so drunk that closing the door was a hassle. Besides, his room was just down the hall, not far from the two of you.

Taehyung himself was tipsy, his mind just as foggy as yours and Jungkook. Luckily the hallway was dark and hid him well enough into the shadows. His eyes examine your figure, a loose fitted shirt of Jungkooks on you, large enough to hide the fact that you weren't wearing anything beneath it. His eyes gleam when he realizes you're wearing the lace panties he got for you, now he had a plan.

Your lips collides with Jungkooks, your ass in his lap while his hands grip your waist. The sounds of you two kissing could be heard along with a few drunk giggles from you every few moments.

Taehyung unlocks his phone, the brightness down as he goes onto the app he was looking for. He releases a hushed chuckle, his eyes on you as he presses his screen.

You yelp against Jungkook's lips, eyes fluttering open at the weird sensation coming from between your legs. Your drunk mind cannot comprehend what's going on all you did know was the vibrations coming between your legs was amazing. "K-Kookie." you moan out, licking your lips. "What's going on?"

Jungkook, just as drunk as you, was unsure of the sudden change in demeanor, but didn't question it. As you sat deeper against him, he felt the vibrations coming from between your legs. It baffled him, yes, but he assumed it was the intoxication getting to him and the vibrations were nothing but his imagination. Nonetheless, he buckles his hips against your core, enjoying the vibration just as much as you did. His eyes bats up at you just in time to witness your gasping face. His hands snake their way from your waste to your breast beneath his large shirt. 

You're unsure of where the vibration is coming from but you refuse to question the amazing feeling. You continue to grind against Jungkook, drunk mind not realizing just how wrong this was. You and him were friends, and yes the two of you were once sexually active in Highschool. And you two didn't mind changing in front of the other. Nor did you mind kissing while drunk...maybe your and Jungkooks friendship was odd, after all. 

Jungkook wraps his lips around your nipples, his tongue twirling around it as the both of you continue to grind into each other. Your toes curl and you couldn't help but moan loudly, the vibration plus Jungkook suckle your breast was enough to send you over the edge, your high reaching quickly. You shudder atop of Jungkook, no longer able to keep it together. He catches as you fall besides him, a low drunk chuckle coming from him. 

Taehyung hums, taping his screen to turn off the vibration. He turns away from the room and down the hall to his own room. 

You let your eyes close, your last aspect of consciousness was Jungkook wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You enjoy the hot water rolling down your skin, it was exactly what you needed after you woke up in Jungkook's arms. Not necessarily like that - he woke you up by pushing you off of him and claimed that you were drooling on his bicep. That was your key to leave and shower the previous night away. You lather your skin with the body wash and sigh, mind trying to recollect what you and Jungkook did for you to wake up feeling sticky between your legs. But that didn't surprise you as much - this is what the two of you did each time alcohol reached your system. 

What confused you more was what you and Taehyung were doing. Even though you rarely spoke with him the first day of the trip, you were not unaware of his presence and lingering eyes on you. You never once looked at him in another light like you did now - you blamed your lack of resistance when it came to him pleasuring you. 

You turn off the shower and make it to your bedroom to find Jungkook looking through your bags, a determined look on his face. "Where's the lotion you packed?" he asks upon your arrival. "You know the one I like."

"And the one you refuse to buy for yourself?" You point to the nightstand next to your bed.

Jungkook smiles and grasps it, heading out the door. "Thanks." he nods his head a little. "Are you getting breakfast? Areum and Jin were cooking when I woke up."

You nodded your head. Areum and Jin were the best cooks, even if they did fight over ingredients and how to put everything together. In the end, the food came out just as good - if not better. "I'll just need to get dressed first, Kookie, then I'll be down."

You dry off once Jungkook leaves and closes the door behind him. You don't care much about your hair and leave it in a low bun. You lotion your body with a different lotion - not your favorite but you knew you wouldn't see the lotion Jungkook took from you. your attire was casual for the day, biker shorts and a short sleeved shirt. Just as you were making your way down the hall, your phone vibrates in your hand. 

Tae 🆘: Meet me outside

You: Where?

Tae 🆘: Where Jin would make s’mores

You hum. That was a walk from the cabin, maybe about 10 mins or so. Jin always chose to go farther from the cabin, paranoid that something would go wrong and the cabin would burn down and charge everyone thousands of dollars in reparations.

You: Okay 👍

You enter the kitchen with a slight yawn. Like usual, Areum and Jin were in a heated discussion that you had no desire to be a part of or understand. Namjoon and Jimin were sitting at the breakfast table, speaking as you arrived. Yoongi was nowhere in sight, which meant that he was still asleep. 

"Good morning." Seo-Jun says at your arrival. She had a clear glass pitcher in her hands with orange juice filled inside of it. "Juice?" she questions. 

You shake your head, offering her a light smile. "I'm just going to go for a walk." you tell her. 

Chaerin pokes her head from under the table. "A walk? This early?" she questions. You didn't bother asking why she was beneath the table - some things were best left alone. 

"Who's going for a walk?" Jungkook enters the kitchen, hair wet and towel wrapped around his neck. 

"Y/N." Jimin answers. 

"Oh, let's go." Jungkook nods, flobbing the wet towel on the kitchen counter. 

"Excuse you?" Jin stops his argument with Areum to point at the towel and then at Jungkook. "Do you not have any common courtesy?"

Jungkook frowns, grabbing the towel in his hands. "Sorry, Hyung." he murmurs. Jin shakes his head and goes back to Areum and cooks as though nothing has changed.

You look at Jungkook. "It's okay. I'll be back in a few minutes anyways." you assure him. He didn't need to know you were meeting Taehyung on this walk. 

Jungkook nods, lips formed in a small pout as he watches you walk out of the back cabin door. He sees your figure sauntering into the wooden area until he cannot see you anymore. 

"You look like a kicked puppy." Namjoon teases, leaning back into the chair. "When are you going to admit you like her?"

"Maybe when Y/N admits she likes him, too." Areum announces. She strolls their way and flops a pancake down on the table. "Try that." she ushers to Jimin, who does. 

Jungkook frowns. "Can't we just exist without accusations?"

Seo-Jun nods, her hair falling into her eyes slightly. "You could." she says. And when Jungkook was about to agree with her, she interjected. "If you two didn't make out while drunk each chance you get."

"But thats-"

Jungkook is interrupted by Chaerin. "Or if you didn't claim that she was 'your girl' and every given moment."

Jungkook shakes his head. "She's my best friend-"

"Who you hump every now and then?" Jin scoffs as he fluffs the eggs on the pan.

"Hyung!" Jungkook flushes. "You're supposed to be on my side!"

"You're right." Jin nods, forgetting his promise to Jungkook. "Stop teasing him." he tells the rest with a roll of his eyes. 

"Are you cold?" you ask Taehyung upon your arrival. The man had a tall fire he sat beside.

Taehyung shakes his head. He held a grey bag in his lap. He opens it and takes out a few chocolate bars and marshmellows. "You and Jungkook got shit-faced last night." he says. "Missed out on the s'mores."

Your cheeks flashed at the hazy memories of Jungkook and you. Hopefully, you had not embarrassed yourself as bad as you usually did when it came to alcohol and the man that was Jungkook.

"Thanks." you murmur, sitting down beside him and starting your s'mores.

Taehyung sits back to view you and your s'more making. He wasn't in the mood for it by any means, but that didn't mean he couldn't watch. His mind wanders to you and Jungkook the night prior - how needily you kissed and humped the younger man. It was no doubt the two of you share feelings for one another that you refused to put into words.

"I think we're going hiking today." you say, biting the last piece of your third s'more. "I need pictures for my album."

"We hike around the same path every year." Taehyung deadpans. "How many pictures do you need?"

"Memories." you widen your eyes at him, as if it was obvious. "Kookie always takes all my pictures. Apparently I don't know how to take 'amazing pictures' as he says."

"Or maybe Kookie just wants to take pictures of you." Taehyung snickers. "What type of pictures does he take?"

"All kinds. If he wants to take some with me, he'll prop his camera up and we'll take pictures in front of trees, waterfalls, rocks. Anything really."

Taehyung nods. He never paid attention to you until now, but the way you spoke of Jungkook was endearing - he'd admit. He truly was your best friend - with a little drunken benefits in between.

"Do you wanna take a picture with me, Tae Tae?" you laugh out, taking your phone from your pocket and sitting it up by the fire, far enough to not have it fall in and engulf into flames.

"Why would I want to do that?" Taehyung inquires. But he doesn't stop you from adding a timer onto your phone and running to him to make it in time.

The first shot surprises him, the flash in his eyes was bright even if the light around them was just the same. The second flash comes and he smirks as you get situated but accidentally drops the chocolate bars on the ground. The third comes and he lifts his finger to his eye and gives a peace sign, you doing the same.

"I have to admit these pictures are somewhat cute." you say as you scroll through them on your phone. "The trees and sky add just the perfect touch."

Taehyung hums in response. He closes his eyes and takes in the scent - the earthy aroma and quietness. Nothing interrupted him, not Areum and Jin arguing, Yoongi drunk rambling and Seo-Jun and Chaerin's makeout sessions (even if sometimes it was hot to watch). It was just quiet out - just you and him.

"Come here." Taehyung speaks for the first time in a while. He was sat on the ground, nothing but a few leaves and sticks besides him.

You go to sit next to him, head tilting. But Taehyung grabs your wrist, managing to get you on top - staddling him. "Kiss me." he demands, his lips already on yours after he speaks.

You enjoy the warm feeling that comes from him. You enjoy just as much when Taehyung's hands rub along your hips. "Take another picture." he murmurs against your lips. "For your album."

"I don't have those kinds of pictures in my album." you giggle at him, pecking his lips.

"Then make another one." Taehyung kisses down your neck. "One of just us...for memories."

"And why would I want these memories of you?" you sass him back, but allow his hands to cup your breast.

"You don't want to remember the time I made you cum in the middle of the woods?" Taehyung retorts back. His warm tongue trails your collarbone.

You gulp when Taehyung starts to lift your shirt - you allow him, of course - until it is now laid beside you. "How would we take these pictutes?"

Taehyung smirks against your skin at your willingness. "The same way we just did. Just prop your phone up like this," Taehyung manages to grab your phone, turning on the camera and pressing record on it. He props it a few feet away from you two, a perfect view. "and when you go back and watch, you can remember the time I was between your legs," Taehyung takes both breasts and kisses each nipple before continuing. "with your pretty little lips wrapped around me. We can do it all."

"O-Okay." you agree.

Taehyung engulfs your lips against. He would never tell you, but your lips were always sweet and savory to him.

Your mind is screaming at you, nerves kicking in at the possibilities that could happen with you and Taehyung here.

You moans, body twitching. You lean you head back while Taehyung's tongues ravished your clit. You thrust yourself onto his tongue, not wishing for him to stop anytime soon.

"You're always so wet for me." Taehyung chuckles darkly against your folds. He kisses your clit, receiving a whimper. "I see. You like when I kiss you there?" Taehyung says, kissing her clit once more. You nod, biting your lip hard.

Taehyung continues to kiss your clit, his fingers itching close inside you until they are fully. "T-Tae...!" you stutter out, hips jolting. He rises above her, fingers thrusting inside of her at a rapid pace. He couldn't wait to watch the video and see you moaning his name with your legs as wide as can be.

Taehyung watches you. He couldn't help it. Maybe it was your wetness dripping down his hand as he fingered you, or the sound it was making as he did so. Maybe it was your facial expressions - the way you would bite your lip trying to bite back a moan before you would moan even louder than before. Or was it your eyes? Those eyes that would roll to the back of your head when he would press deeper and deeper inside you.

Or maybe, to Taehyung, it was just you. Just you in general that made him want to stare for hours.

"T-Tae...hyung." you tighten your walls. You was close.

"What do you want, Y/N?" Taehyung lowers himself to catch your eyes as they opened. "Tell me."

"I want you to..." you flush. You felt dirty even thinking about it.

"Don't have to be shy now. Your legs are open for me, aren't they?"

You nod. You open your mouth slightly. "C-Can you..."

Taehyung hums. He had an idea of what you wanted. He lowered his mouth to yours, gently kissing your before slightly rising up, a trail of saliva entering your mouth.

You cum. Hard. For a moment you're unable to move at how intense it was for you.

Taehyung removes his fingers and chuckles a bit. "I'm not done with you yet, sweet cheeks." He says.

Taehyung removes his pants, a large bulge in his underwear. He grasps it, the sight of you, pussy on display while you laid fucked out almost have him cum on the spot.

"Can I suck it?" you question after you calm your breathing.

Taehyung nods readilty. He could never turn down you sucking him off, the idea of you having him in his mouth felt amazing.

Taehyung sits where you once laid upon your clothes. He stares once you get on your knees, arching your back and spreading your legs. You lower herself to Taehyung's exposed length. Your mouth wraps around it and soon, you're sucking the tip hard.

Taehyung grunts, eyes immediately closed. The slurping sounds you made while you sucked upon him echoed off the trees. Luckily you two were alone or surely you would be caught by how loud they were.

"Fuck." Taehyung pants once you go deeper, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

"D-Do you like that?" you ask, swallowing. You had to make sure you weren't hurting him in anyway - it wasn't everyday you did this.

Taehyung nods fast.

"Okay." you reply. "Did you want to fuck my mouth?"

Taehyung chokes. "What?" He was taken aback. Not in disgust, but he was horny already and hearing you say things like that almost made him shoot a lode.

"I-I seen it in a porno once." you were embarrassed. Hopefully you didn't ruin the mood. "I know a way I could do it and not choke."

Taehyung was sure he was going to die.

"If you're okay with that." Taehyung says. "Let me know if it's too much, okay?"

You smile wide, nodding your head. You remain on your knees as Taehyung stands. Slowly, he enters his cock back into your mouth and begins to thrust.

You close your eyes,  your clit was pulsing at the grunts and moans Taehyung was doing.

Taehyung grasps your hair tightly, his thrusts going deeper and faster. He couldn't get his eyes off of you. Saliva was going all over your cheeks and chin and he thought you looked beautiful with him fucking your mouth.

Soon enough he was pounding into your throat, his hand tangled into your hair as he did so. Your eyes start to water, yet you enjoyed every second of it. You haven't done this before, but with Taehyung it had you wanting more just to please the man.

Taehyung removes himself from your mouth, tip still on her tongue.

"You can...keep going..." you pant. A trail of saliva connected your tongue and his tip. "I wanted you to cum."

Taehyung pants. You were going to kill him. "I don't want to choke you."

"You aren't." you assured. "It's...it makes me wet." you flush. 

Taehyung lets out a laugh before biting his lip. "I want to be inside of you."

You lick your lips and nod, wanting him inside of you just as much.

"I don't have a condom." Taehyung snickers at his own bad luck.

"I'm on birth control." you murmurs.

Taehyung's ear twitched.

"You'll let me...without a condom?"

You clench your fist out of nervousness. "I-I'm clean. I haven't had sex in a while." 

Fuck it. "Okay." Taehyung says hurriedly. He wanted to be inside you bad.

You lean back, opening your legs. Taehyung positions the tip of his cock at your entrance - so wet and inviting. "You sure you want to do this?" he asks. "We could wait when we aren't in the woods."

Conscious Taehyung was back. He was a man and getting to feel wet (raw) pussy was something he wanted, but not if it wasn't what the both of you desired. 

"We're making memories." you smirk, widening your legs. 

Taehyung laughs at that. He enters you, moaning as he does so. You were tight, even after the foreplay. He's gentle at first, careful not to stretch you too soon in case you haven't settled to his size yet.

You throw your head back as Taehyung quickens the pace, his hips clapping into your thighs as he fucks you. Your breast bounces at the fast movement.

"You're so tight." Taehyung notes. You weren't lying when you said it had been a while. Still, he wouldn't have it any way. He pumped inside you with ease, your wetness just right for him to keep the pace without a problem.

Taehyung wraps a hand around your throat, he lowered his face to yours. "You feel good." he grunts.

You couldn't help but moan in response. Taehyung knew how to make you feel good - not just by what he did, but by the things he would say. He was utterly filthy when he spoke into your ear.

"Turn around." Taehyung says, pulling out. He couldn't bare if he came right now - he was trying everything in his power not to.

Taehyung watched as you do as you are told. Turning around, your ass in the air as you spread your legs apart, giving him a good view of your wet clit. Taehyung groans, feeling his cock twitch. He reaches down and places a single kiss against your clit.

You flinch when you feel Taehyung's tip against your clit, rubbing circles against it. He was going to be the death of you, surely.

Suddenly, he thrusts forward. He's slow at first, allowing you to adjust to his size. Then, he quickens the pace. He places one hand onto your hips, his eyes on the roundness of you ass as he pounds inside of you.

You bite back a loud moan,  eyes closed as you clenched herself against Taehyung. The fast pace was getting to you,  sure you felt the man in your stomach.

Taehyung wasn't afraid to fuck you hard. No, you were alright. You adjusted to his size perfectly. You clenched around him just as perfect, too. It was as if he was meant to be inside you (and only him).

"You're so wet for me, Y/N." he snickers. The squishy sounds along with the slapping of your ass against his pelvis erupted through the wooded area. "Are you going to cum?" He asks. He feels you clenched around him even tighter. (How was that even possible?)

You nod. You were close to your own release that you felt your stomach clenched and your breath hitch.

Taehyung takes a fist full of your hair and yanks it back. Your eyes open wide, catching sight of Taehyung's dark ones. "Look at you, acting like a bitch in heat." Taehyung snickers. "No one would able to fuck you the way that I do, surely you know that."

Taehyung pounds into you as he tightens his grasp on your hair. "Tell me, Y/N, who is allowing you to feel this way? Who is going to allow you to cum right now?" he asks. He was near his own release, but he wouldn't cum until you did.

You open your mouth to speak, but couldn't. Taehyung thrusts were becoming too much and your mind was clouded by the fact you were getting fucked so heavily by Kim Taehyung.

"You shouldn't even bother trying to find someone else." Taehyung says, yanking your head back farther to ensure you heard what he was saying, his hips jolting into you at a rapid pace. "They wouldn't fuck you like I would."

Call Taehyung possessive if you want, but he knew one thing for sure. He wouldn't lose someone like you, someone willing to be fucked so easily and effortlessly; willing to suck him off just for the fun of it or open her legs wide just for him to see. He would be damned if he lost you to anyone - maybe even if it was Jungkook, the man that was all too friendly with you. But, he wasn't jealous, no, not of his younger friend. Was he growing possessive? Maybe.

"Say it!" Taehyung hisses at you. He lifts one leg up to go deeper inside of you. "Say that only I can make you cum. That only I can fuck you. It wouldn't be a lie."

You moan, shaking your head. You could barely think at the moment, mind clouded by the sound of your ass hitting Taehyung's pelvis and the feeling of your arousal pooling down your thighs.

"Fine." Taehyung says. He pulls out and lets go of your hair, pushing you away.

"N-No." you yelps. You try to clench around nothing and are disappointed when Taehyung had moved away from you.

"You don't want to say it , Y/N," Taehyung says. His conscious back. "then I won't force you. But I also won't allow you to cum, either."

You flip around to face Taehyung, eyes wide and tears have already dropped down to your cheeks. "B-But I want you to make me cum."  It was pathetic, you were sure. Here you sit (in the middle of the woods mind you) naked begging for a release.

"You do?" Taehyung asks, a smirk forming onto his lips. "Or maybe you belong to someone else? Maybe that's why you won't admit you belong to me." Taehyung trails a finger up your legs, his words getting to you.

"I-I..." You widen your legs.

Taehyung snatches his hands back. "I hope you don't think I would touch you." he retorts. "Such a shame, Y/N. You looked so beautiful around me."

"Please fuck me, Taehyung." you begs. "I'll let you cum wherever you want. Even inside me, I'm on birth control."

Taehyung's cock twitched. You knew how to talk convincingly - even if you didn't know the power of your words. You spoke so soft and innocently, as if you werent begging for him to fuck you senselessly.

"You're so needy, Y/N." Taehyung laughs. "Stand up." He commands, voice dark.

You do, on wobbly legs.

Taehyung turns you around, ass facing him while your front faces a nearby tree. He kisses the back of your neck. "Say it, Y/N. Say that only I can make you cum. That you wouldn't dare go to anyone else for what I can give to you better."

You nods. "Only you can make me cum." you says, legs were parted and Taehyung had rubbed his tip against your clit once more, slightly inserted it just to tease you. "I only want you to."

Taehyung lets himself smile.

With one rough thrust, he enters you and begins to pound once more. "You feel so good around me." he grunts as he pushes you towards the tree to get a better view of your ass. It was bliss - being wrapped around you was pure and utter bliss. Especially as he got to watch the way your back arched for him and the moans erupting through your lips.

Taehyung grasps both of your arms and brings it behind your back, pumping into you. He felt his own release coming, but he wouldn't cum until he felt you cumming with him.

Taehyung had forgotten about the camera watching them. He turns his head to your phone, the view of your breast bouncing made his throat release a groan. Why were you so captivating to him?

You cum hard, a pool of arousal dripping from your legs as you do so. Taehyung's thrusts were going sloppy as he reached his. "Y-You can cum in me, Tae." you breaths out, barely able to stand any longer. You were only up because of Taehyung, if not you would've been limp on the ground by now.

And Taehyung does cum, with one last powerful thrust.

Part 2 of 2

Masterlist

[acesstark]

My favorite details and little moments in Red, White, and Royal Blue

I’ve been thoroughly annotating Red, White, and Royal Blue, and even though I’ve read it nearly a dozen times in the last few years, there’s so many things I didn’t fully appreciate and little details I didn’t notice until I took the time to read every single line (I read very fast. Somehow I retain the information. I don’t know either.)

So here is a list of some of my favorite little details and moments that I appreciate a lot more lately:

1. “Nobody needs to know how hard he’s kicking underwater”

2. Amy is Ellen’s favorite secret service agent

3. Growing up June and Alex were forced to talk about their feelings

4. Zahra is a Howard graduate + from New Orleans

5. The lists Alex hid under a cushion as a kid that he still creates to make things make sense in his too-fast mind

6. Alex being perpetually bitter over Henry being taller than him

7. Henry walks around barefoot at Kensington, which isn’t important but is something I find interesting for no reason other than the fact that being barefoot is a horrible experience for me personally

8. Henry and Alex are both insomniacs

9. Alex physically got into bed with all of the kids at the hospital to read to them

10. “Alex crosses his arms, a mirror to Henry’s tic…” They’re both so neurodivergent

11. Alex and Raf sharing tropical skittles

12. June eats Margherita pizza, Alex eats mushrooms on his, and Ellen very possibly eats hers crust first

13. Ellen made a PowerPoint when Alex got his first girlfriend

14. Shaan has a motorbike

15. Henry’s favorite food is cheap falafel

16. Henry infodumps about classical mythology, the stars, sailboats, and Lord Byron, and bonds over Pride and Prejudice with June

17. Nora caught Alex watching videos of Justin Trudeau speaking French on multiple occasions

18. Mr. Wobbles and David are mates :D

19. Great British Bake Off is Henry’s comfort show because the colors and music are soft and everyone is nice to each other

20. “Alex was student body president and lacrosse cocaptain and prom king and valedictorian” just so that he wouldn’t have to think about his home life

21. Alex was a Boy Scout

22. “Henry doesn’t want the spotlight, and Pez naturally absorbs what Henry deflects”

23. A girl from the MCU Spiderman movies tried to hit on Alex at the NYE party

24. Nora then proceeded to flirt with the Spiderman girl

25. “‘m not bored,” Henry mumbles.

26. Alex listens to Kid Cudi

27. Alex has the highest approval rating in his entire family.

28. Alex keeps Captain America bandaids in his bathroom

29. Nora’s apartment is full of books and plants

30. Nora has also witness Alex shotgun a bottle of bbq sauce

31. “Alejandro”

32. Alex ranted to Nora about going down on a girl

33. Henry showing up to Alex’s bedroom 6 minutes early

34. Henry knew Alex wanted him before Alex knew he wanted him.

35. “[Alex’s] primary turn-on has always been competence”

(An ever growing list as I continue my reread)

[blueepink07]

Thinking about this question addresed to Muu...

What's your dream for the future?

Muu wanting to be a model herself it's not something very surprising, sure, especially considering that her mother was a model too.

What are the occupations of your family members?

However I always wondered what kind of model she can be.

Fashion model industry has a requirement for heights. Usually, you need to be at least 170 cm (5'7") to be able to be a fashion model. Because of Kotoko's height and appearance, even Milgram describes her as having features that will make her a good model!

In Japan, the height requirement is less strict, the minimum being 166 cm (5'6").

However, Muu's official height is 162 cm (5'3"), so she doesn't fit the height requirements. And unfortunately for her, the chances of her becoming taller are low, because girls usually stop growing after 15 years old, Muu being older than that.

So how did Muu receive scouting offers if she doesn't fit the requirements to be a fashion model? Well, simple, despite that I always viewed Muu as being a fashion lover, especially after trial 2, there are other types of modelling!

Fashion (Editorial) Model, Runway Model, Commercial Model, Fitness Model, Parts Model and many more! (if anyone is interested I'll put the link here!)

Based on these, Muu can be, most probably, a commercial model and parts model!

Commercial Models are not restricted by age, height, or size, while parts model basically means having body parts and facial features that make you stand out, usually used on editorial, advertising, and catalog work.

Muu has been complimented many times for her looks, even her profile states that she is very beautiful.

But modelling is not just about being considered pretty, you need to have something that makes you stand out!

"Being a model isn't just about being “good looking” or “pretty.” There are a lot of beautiful people in the world. If you're serious about getting into modeling, it's important to have “a look.” There should be something unique about the way you look or the way you're built."

And Muu actually posses this feature!

In the first voice drama, Es is noticing her unusual and pretty face features.

Based on this, we can say that Muu might be a perfect face model!

"Beauty modelling, also known as face modelling, is a category of modelling that takes place predominantly in the beauty industry – so skincare, make-up and cosmetics. Models regularly require extremely close-up photos of their faces, or parts of their faces, so it’s important beauty models are well-groomed and take care of their skin, hair and nails."

Healthy hair and clear skin

Well-maintained nails

"You need to learn how to move the tiny muscles in the face to create different expressions. Can you smile or laugh convincingly on demand? Can you look gloomy or thoughtful at a moment’s notice? If you have a natural poker face and struggle to control or show emotions, you’ll struggle being a beauty model."

Muu is very expressive when it comes to her emotions and feelings. If something bothers her, she will not hesitate to be blunt about it. An event that made her upset? She will show her sadness by crying, will be vocal about it. An action that made her happy? Her body language is easy to read and, with a confident and pretty smile, she'll show her cheerfulness!

Moreover, Muu is able to change her emotions very quickly and easily.

A good example is in her first voice drama, where Muu, after many minutes of crying, is changing her attitude in a few seconds, after seeing Es talking with Jackalope.

So Muu can easily be a famous face model if she truly wants to!

Also, another interesting thing!

Muu is saying that her mother, who was once a model, is not active anymore.

"But while most female models are considered ready for retirement by the time they turn 25, males tend to start later and are more likely to make modeling a long-term career."

Although, 25 is not necessarily the age when female models have to retire, there being many exceptions, depending on how they maintain themselves, for Muu's mother it's very possible that she retired during that age!

If we take Muu's father age, based on this portal timeline conversation:

"Kazui: Hm? Ah…… Kusunoki-chan. Sorry for asking out of the blue, but how old is your father?

Mu: Eh…? Um… I think he’s 41…"

which is 41, and we consider that her mother is the same age, then, when Muu has been born she was 25 years old! The same age when most models retire! So Muu's mother most probably retired short after her daughter's birth!

[rosedominatesyou]

Bedtime Stories w/ Rose

ੈ✩‧˚ Record Breaker ‧˚ੈ✩

(Bedtime Story #1)

Good evening my little pups, mommy promised you a bedtime story and here it is <3 remember my rule! If this gets posted and it isn’t bedtime, you have to wait!!! Keep it in your likes until you’re curled up in the dark all cozy and sleepy.

Before reading: Everything I’m about to say is real and actually happened. I’ve withheld things like locations and last names to be respectful to the people in the story.

One of the details I have in my pinned post is that I have a personal record of making a girl cum 7 times in a single day. That sounds a little excessive, doesn’t it? It was. Here’s mommy’s story about that day, and in part 2, she’ll tell you about the boy she dated that almost made it a tie. 🤭🤭

~'*•.¸♡¸.•*'.・。゜✭・.・✫・。.'*•.¸♡¸.•*'~

Please listen to one of my favorite songs before you settle in to read mommy’s story. The song is called ‘House Of Mirrors’ by Softcult.

I was a very stereotypical lesbian growing up. I wanted to be every single label and description I had ever seen online, and I wanted people to know it everywhere I went. When I was 15, I went to a salon without my mom’s permission and asked them to shave my head. She didn’t talk to me for 3 days once she got home and saw me. I used to carry a peach around in my backpack at school just so that I could show other kids “what it looked like to eat pussy”. Yes, I bought a new peach every week for this sole purpose. I was pretty athletic, and I almost exclusively played softball throughout my adolescence.

But if you remember the mid-2010’s well, then you’ll recall that archery and the Hunger Games was all anyone was talking about. I had been feeling a little burned out from softball (I played catcher/left field), and I knew with my long arms and hand/eye coordination, I might possibly find archery appealing to me.

That’s how I met Taylor. I joined a club and she was the owner’s niece. Having already been doing this for over 10 years, she seemed so miserable and hated every second of being there, always complaining about something or hiding away out of sight.

I was drawn to her instantly. Almost a foot taller than me and eventually became my best friend, she wouldn’t admit her feelings for over a year. She was a virgin, and not out to anyone (even herself), so when I was finally able to pull those words out of her, it changed absolutely everything about our relationship. I had spent the night at her house before, but I decided I had had enough of the games and going around the way I can see I make her feel. We were laying in bed facing eachother, our arms and legs tangled up in such a romantic position that it’s crazy we thought we were fooling anyone. We were still hanging on to the “just friends” label, and right then I saw something shift in her eyes. She wanted to say it, but could never without my encouragement.

“You can tell me…” I say in a whisper, no other words had been said yet.

Her eyes go wide, trying to convince the voice in her head that it’s wrong.

I put my forehead against her’s, “What would you do if I tried to kiss you right now?”

She giggles, her answer more confident than I expected, “Kiss back?”

I kissed her, and that was it. Both of our world’s were changed. I had a few partners before her but Taylor and I would go on to have the longest relationship I had ever had at the time, and even though things ended badly in the end, the amount of new experiences we both gained from those days will always stay with me. She and I still occasionally talk to this day, though I try to keep my distance out of respect for her well-being.

Taylor and I were instructors at a summer camp for the club we were apart of once I turned 18, teaching archery to kids as young as 5 years old on 1 week rotations. It was my first real job, and I was working right alongside my new girlfriend. We were in our best days during this time, total honeymooners, and finding any chance we could to sneak away and make out. These were some of the best memories I have with an ex.

The job only lasted 3 months, and we usually always went over to her house after we got off of work. I’d follow her in my car and spend the night and then drive myself home in the morning. There were a few times I spent the night and we went right back to work together afterwards. And yes, if you were wondering, this girl was definitely no longer a virgin.

One specific week during the summer camp, we were just finishing up class and I was writing down ideas for the next day on a clipboard. She starts telling about how her parents were going away again for the weekend, and how we would ‘have the house to ourselves’.

“Andrew’s going too…?” I asked, my neck snapping up to face her. Her parents went up to the cabin they owned regularly, but usually her stupid younger brother would stay behind.

“Mhmm…” She bites her lip at me.

And so we’ve arrived at what this story is all about. We had another day until they would be out of town - another day of angsty classes where we tried unsuccessfully to avoid looking at eachother. I barely remember driving to her house once we were off. We had the entire weekend to ourselves, and I had big plans on how we would use it.

I don’t remember the first half of the day, I usually always just think about an Instagram selfie I posted of us in her bathroom as we got ready to go out to dinner. But…we didn’t make it to dinner 🥴 we took that picture and I immediately couldn’t handle how good she looked in her black dress, so I took her back to the bedroom.

We did everything on my list. I knew we might never get an opportunity to have that kind of alone time again, so I wanted to try all the kinky things that other people I had dated never wanted to do. Actually, some of these things we did are still things only she let me do to her.

Her metal bed frame was perfect for tying her hands up. There were posts at the end of her bed too so I had her ankles bound tight along with her wrists. I wanted to do a sort of hot/cold stimulation, so I had ice cubes and hot candle wax on the night stand that I switched off using. She would scream as I dropped the wax on her nipples while also dragging an ice cube over her pussy lips. The rope left deep rug burns on her skin as she struggled over my soft torture.

After a few go’s, I cut her free and we both laid exhausted on the bed, her head against my chest.

“How many times was that?” I ask.

“I don’t know…” She says with her eyes closed.

“Five? There were the…three? This morning?”

“This morning?!” She yells at me, “Uuuuhggg….maybe like….six then?”

“Six sounds right.” I breathe out, holding her in my arms, “Maybe you could do one more?”

“Fuck…no!” She whimpers.

My fingers are already feeling how wet she is, “I think you can…”

It takes her longer than the other times, my whole face covered in her juices as I’m basically begging her to cum again for me. I’m saying pleasepleaseplease as I’m ramming my fingers into her watching her shake under my grip. Taylor and I were together for a little less than a year, not counting the time we were just friends. No one knew we were dating, it was a secret to both of our families, but that all changed after one careless kiss in the parking lot outside the archery club. Someone recognized us and told her Aunt. Taylor called me frantically later in the day, saying that if I don’t tell my mom about us, her Aunt will. It was no fun having that conversation, because I wasn’t only telling my mom about my secret relationship with my best friend, but I was also coming out to her.

But that’s a bedtime story for another time 😊 I hope you enjoyed learning a little more about me, thanks for taking the time to read. Let me know what you think, and I’ll be making more posts soon about upcoming parts if you all liked this so much.

Sleep well babies 💗

~'*•.¸♡¸.•*'.・。゜✭・.・✫・。.'*•.¸♡¸.•*'~

[marblecakemix]

hey, about your blog intro you said that you don't hate trans people but you hate their ideology, do you mind explaining what you mean?

Not at all! It came out kinda long, I hope you don't mind.

The first thing I hate the most about gender ideology is "trans kids". I'm strongly against stuffing children with hormones that their young and still developing bodies do not need. I believe that children cannot give consent to irreversible hormonal therapy and surgeries. Especially when hormones have a huge impact on their mental and physical development (just look at how different levels of estrogen in a woman's body change how she acts). A lot of adults aren't sure about transitioning and sometimes regret parts of it, how can a child make such a difficult and life-altering decision? There are safer and healthier ways of testing the waters (that should last at least 2 years to be sure), like changing the style of clothes, using different pronouns and assimilating more with the opposite sex. Why is that not the first thing recommended to those kids?

And to the people who deny any of that happening. Today at the mall I saw a 14/15 y/o girl on testosterone (I and my friend could tell by how uncharacteristically low her voice was). She clearly was not doing well, she had that empty look in her eyes (speaking from experience). She was maybe a head smaller than me (I'm 155cm/5'1) and she'll most likely never grow taller and will probably end up obese, because of taking testosterone so early. In my country gay marriage is illegal, but you are free to butcher a child's natural growth with hormones? That does not seem right.

The second thing is how transness is presented nowadays. You don't need to have gender dysphoria (even though it's the first thing you would need to be diagnosed with a decade ago to transition which was the essential thing in transsexualism)! You don't even have to want to change at all! Now all you need to do is to check the criteria of "feeling trans/like different gender" which is deeply rooted in sexism and operates on stereotypes. What does "feeling like a woman" mean? Women-feelers want to wear all pink, revealing clothing, have big bouncy boobs, act stupid, and be annoying? That sounds pretty sexist to me. Same with "feeling like a man". A man is not someone who likes bears, fishing, and cars, we all know that. You can't feel like a man/woman, because sex is not based on feelings, interests, and personality which the opposite is one of the fundamentals of being trans according to gender ideology. The most harmful thing I see that comes out of it is women (usually identifying as non-binary) say things like, I don't feel like a woman, because I have a complex personality and can think on a higher level than a toddler. That's sexism all throughout that gender ideology supports wholeheartedly.

Another thing is borderline occultic behaviors I see in gender ideology believers. They pray on the young and vulnerable and tell them that the irreversible change to their body will fix all their problems (that have usually nothing to do with gender dysphoria). The activity discourages people from looking into research on topics that questions the ideology and show the negative side of it. They vandalize, attack, and kill people who are against their ideology. They expect that their minority rights will have more power than 99% of the world's population. They usually are only or mostly friends with themselves. They advocate for children to be taken away from their families just because the family is questioning their child's behavior. Straight-up lying about statistics and research results like how the newest research says that people who transition are more likely to take their own lives than before transitioning and I don't think you'll ever hear about that from gender ideologist. There's a lot more, but I can't think of another example now.

Those are the main reasons why I hate gender ideology. I hope that this answers your question. If you want to ask about anything more specific, go ahead!

[spicechica]

Ernst Robinson x fem reader AU

*this idea has been in my head for a while, ever since I re-watched barbie as the island princess. But, imagine Ernst having a relationship with an island girl and slowly falling for her*

You peaked through the damp forest trees, watching below as you spotted two cuertin creatures that walked and talked, like you. You slowly move up the tree branches, causing the leaves to russell. “Did you hear that?” You stop in place thinking they spotted you, until you hear the loud echoes of crunching twigs and low grunts coming from the bushes below. The two step closer towards the rustling sounds, until it stops…..”Run!” The loud grunt of a large boar emerges from the bushes, charging after the two. 

You quickly follow behind, still staying out of sight, watching as they both struggle to climb up a nearby tree, the boar almost nipping at their feet. You pierce your lips together and blow in the boar's direction, causing it to startle and run away into the large bushes, allowing the creatures to catch their breaths.

“Who’s there?”, one of them shouts. “Please, we're looking for our brother. We got shipwrecked and now we're stuck here…please help us!” You sigh and slowly emerge from the tree, lightly landing your bare feet on the cold wet ground. Not like you haven't gotten used to it by now, your feet were already covered in dirt, bruises, cuts, grime, and any other part of the forest you've explored that day. 

You keep your hand on your pocket sized knife you made from rock and yarn, not sure if you should trust these…People? “A girl.” A young boy, looked to be about 15, short messy hair, and now covered in dirt, slowly steps towards you, while you hesitantly take a step back. “It’s alright. We’re not going to hurt you. I’m Fritz…and this is my brother, Ernst.” You glance over at the other boy. He looked older, about 17 or so, taller, had slightly longer hair than the other, and had these piercing blue eyes. 

“Can you speak…English?” Fritz asked. You slowly nod, continuing to scan the boys up and down like a feral cat.“Could you help us? We're looking for…” As he tries to touch you, you quickly point your knife towards him, the tip barely piercing neck. “Wow…wow, wait…we're not looking for any trouble.”, Ernst said with a shaky voice. “We were in a shipwreck and…”, “Shipwreck?” you replied. “Yes, at the front of the island.” you remove your knife away from Fritz neck and look to the floor. 

It’s been years since you’ve seen another person, and from what he said reminded you how you got here in the first place. You sigh, “You said you needed help, right?”, they both nod. You didn’t know if you should trust these boys, but you had a gut feeling that something good might come out of this.

Both the boys stare at you as they proceed to lead the way, gazing at your unique attire. You wore an old white cloth that you wrapped around yourself and tucked into your sides. When you first washed up on the island you wore an old childs Victorian dress with ruffles all over, but over time the dress became damaged and mangled, and soon you started to grow out of it, to where you could barely fit it over your shoulders if you wanted to. Surprisingly, your hair was pretty neat and tidy, placed in a neat french braid ponytail tied back with vine . Of course, you had no shoes. as you grew out of those as well, so through the years you had just gotten used to being barefoot, and whatever you stepped on you’d just had to be lucky it wasn’t poisonous. “You think she’s from a previous shipwreck?” Ernst whispered. You couldn't properly remember the night of the wreck, but sometimes you could imagine bits and pieces here and there, but most of the time it was a haze. 

“Father! Mother!” Fritz shouted. “Fritz”, his mother called. “Where were you? You were supposed to stay on this side of the island!” His father shouts in a stern voice, his face almost turning red. “Yes, but father we found…a girl.”  They all look up at you, shocked to see a girl your age in this state, and surprisingly alive. “Oh my goodness.” Their mother takes her damp shawl and wraps it around you, trying to cover your body from the boys. You jolt away at first, confused why, you never really cared to notice the changes in your body, or even know what it was like to experience woman hood. So it was clear she was covering you so you would have some decency. “Where did you find her?”, “In the forest, she helped us get away from a boar,” “A boar!” their younger sister shouts. “Oh you poor thing. What’s your name sweetheart?” 

“My name is…is…Y/n.” 

PART 2!??