#again- be gentle people 🤪

[liyazaki]

scale & split tools (my beloveds): a mini tutorial

as promised, I'm sharing a stupid-simple but highly satisfying & time-saving way of making your GIFs perfectly symmetrical, customized to highlight exactly what you want, and for making multi-GIFs without having to export/re-import GIFs...ever!

[kuni-is-daddy]

Scaramouche/Kuni NSFW Alphabet(Fem READER!)

Word count: 1.1k.

Today is my Birthday 📷🤠 I wonder what scara would give Y/N on their birthday. Something besides a 'nice vantage point' view I hope🤨💦

CW: Minors do not interact past the cut! this is a NSFW POST!

ScaraMasterlist🤪

A: Aftercare- after you first had intercourse you awoke to rather clean and organized room. Your clothes weren't on the floor and we're replaced with a fresh set by the edge of the bed with a note ontop. Scratching your eyes you flipped the note over and read a small 'Hurry up and go to the dining hall when your done.' So you did, smiling ear to ear gleefully, barely getting out the bed and falling on your butt from a sting in your lower body, and a variety of bite marks trailing up your thighs.

B: Body Part- your neck and cleavage. Scara loves to bite on your neck while stuffing you full. He's Moaning, biting and licking so passionately along your neck he could practically feel your heart beating through it. When you make out he can't help but quickly run his hands under your shirt and tug at your bra fabric hiding your boobs. "Mn..fuck your such a tease~" he mutters out.

C: Cum Shot- Scara is pretty possessive, and now that "He's indulging you more often." Besides a hickey he makes sure to coat you everywhere. Your face, fingertips and especially your boobs. Whenever you wake up in the morning and practically stumble into the bathroom your met with bite marks all over your chest. Taking a picture of you covered in his sticky load is his favorite way of claiming you.

D: Dirty Secret- Sometimes he'll take pictures of you and your fucked out expressions, Fresh tears and bite marks along your beautiful body drives him crazy, Especially after your covered in his sticky seed. When your out for a while or he's on missions and extremely needy, he'll seclude himself just to desperately fist his cock to the many pictures of you he's saved. "Hnh~ S-shit~ that's it, Such a good- mnh~ slut taking my cock so well."

E: Experience- Very little or even none, He didnt care for sex as he's so worked up over Inazuma and dottores constant nonsense. Hearing childe talk about 'Hot People he's seen' on trips nearly made scara push him off the boat entirely. You get the honor of being the only one touching his 'godly' body.

F: Favorite Position- face down. Ass up. He loves rubbing his hands along your back then trailing down your body towards your ass. With his smooth fingertips Its almost like a massage. Once he notices you sink into his touch and arc your back like a cat, he's immediately slapping your ass and gripping onto your hips to pull you closer. Grinning at your surprised moans.

G: Goofy- Scara is way too focused on getting himself or you off. But if you made a sly remark about how gentle he's being...he'd flip you over on your tummy, then smash your face into a pillow and call you a needy slut before fucking you rough.

H: Hair- He's a pretty boy, always keeping it trimmed. But since you have the 'honor' of touching him. He'll let you decide how you want it.

I: Intimacy- messy at the beginning. Since your his everything now scara didn't know how to react. He's never had a long lasting or any relationship like this before. Even with aftercare only your panted breathes and 'small talk' would fill the silence.

Walking through the forest or quiet paths always made scara feel at peace which is why he brought you with him. Not because he was bored. His tone would change completely from 'destroyer of nations and Lord sixth' To the blissful innocence he's had as kabukimono. The second you take the opportunity to interlock your hand with his he nearly goes bug eyed as if you Disturbed his peace. He'd Scoff and sigh as if your needy. So you pulled away with a slight frown and immediately he's grabbing tight on your hand. "I never said for you to let go, did I?" He implied and you immediately shook your head and held his hand again with a bright smile on your face while he tippee his hat and looked in another direction, hiding the rosey red blush coating his cheeks. After a couple of days out, scara would be the one holding your hand as soon as you get out the door for a date/ outing he's planned. Everso tightly and even wrapping his arm around your waist so your under his umbrella ((Or hat)) on rainy days.

J: Jack Off- He wouldn't need to unless he's oversees for a mission. He'd fuck you whenever he felt like it. In public, at home. It didn't matter. If you really insisted on waiting until you both got home he'd still pull you over to a alley and kiss you deeply at the very least.

K: Kinks- KUNI!!! CALL HIM KUNI and it practically drives him INSANE!! He loves how sweetly you say his name, either moaning or just calling out for him. You could try kabukimono but He'd get sensitive over it.

Degrading, "Your such a slut~ moaning and pleading for my cock. Want me to give it to you? Then give me more, let me hear more of your pathetic moans. How much do you want your master to fill you up?" Corruption, if it's your first time he'd give the most devilish smirk you've ever seen in your life it would give that weirdo doctor a run for his money. He gets to claim and stuff your pussy full , molding you to perfectly fit his cock and his alone. Breeding, oh for you to have his children. He'd kiss on your belly and abandon his fatui duty's without a second thought. He loves kids and once it was brought up He'd stop at nothing to fill you up with his seed. Just say the word.

L: Location- he prefers the bed, couch, anywhere in your shared home or his palace designated by the tsaritsa. His office however is a favorite of his so he can see you spread out for him and your body jolting back and forth while the desk creeks from his fast pace. But if he was really turned on like at his meeting with Kujou Kamaji..he'd have you stuff your mouth with his cock from under the desk and even pretending to "drop something" just to see your teary eyed face.

M: Motivation- That mouth of yours. Whenever you talk back it amuses him, even during arguments he'd always say things to get a reaction out of you and see what you could come up with just to shut you up later if he loves your answer. (Mention his mother or '3 betrayals' and he'll use you as much as he wants for the day.) Either starving you of an orgasm or deep throating his length and force you to swallow every drop of his cum. If you send a picture of you in black lingerie or any clothing he's bought recently, he'd make it a priority to fuck you as soon as he got home without a care in the world.. he probably left the door open🤭

N: No(turn offs)- Scara would love to try anything with you, either him being top or bottom he always found a way to dominate you or be a brat about it. So it didn't really matter what you did. But if theirs 1 things he didn't care for was wax play. The thought of possibly burning your skin with a mark like that gives him bad memory's.

O: Oral- he loves it. When he plunged 2 of his fingers inside of you and licked at your clit, you came all over his fingers and tongue. You apologized for being so messy but the first thing that came out his mouth was for you to sit on his face like a good girl.

P: Pace- it depends on the mood, he couldn't live watching you walking the next day without stumbling or your legs wobbling. But if it was a long day with fatui work or he hasn't seen you in weeks. It's slow and passionate. He missed feeling your beautiful body. He wanted to explore it just like your first time.

Q: Quickie- Down for it anytime, anywhere.

R: Risk- since he could have you give head right Infront of a colleague. He'd do it Infront of the tsaritsa for all he'd care.

S: Stamina- he's a puppet....and on top of that his 'Creator' is the electro archon. He could go for hours before Overheating 🤭🤭Turning into a sensitive moaning mess. But 'unfortunately' your a human. 2 Rounds minimum.

T: Toys- catching you playing with a toy in your room? He'd watch as you begged and cried from frustration for him to touch you because the toy wasn't enough. How pathetic of you to result to such things while he was away..

U: Unfair- He’s so unfair. he’s brought you to tears almost everytime you did it, he needs you to beg before cumming. Whenever he feels you reaching your climax he'd slow down just to hear you whimper. If you try to tease him he'd indulge it only until he got impatient. Grazing his tip on your folds before riding him? He'd slam you onto his shaft by grabbing your hips. Licking around the tip? As soon as you blink your deep throating his length.

V: Volume- Get as loud as you want, it'll only edge him on more to go faster, to degrade you more, to fuck you harder. As for him he'd mimic your moans just to make fun of you. "Oh shit...You Ah~ like my cock that much? Yes.. faster? Beg for it..cry louder baby~"

W: Wild Card- somnophilia. Only if you give him permission.. if you couldn't wait for him to come back from a mission and we're passed out in his bed he'd flip you over on your back, spread your legs and begin licking and biting at your thighs. When he has a wet dream he'd spare no time and have you waking up to him grunting and groaning in your ear while he folded you like a chair. Also.. electro play..when riding him he'd shock you to go faster instead of slapping your already red ass.

X: X-ray. how big🤨- 7-8 inches and thick. Grinding on him feels so good it's almost as if he's inside of you already~ making you wet and ache for it. When he shoves it deep inside you there's always a bulge, sometimes he'd even grab a marker and label your tummy. He'll stretch you farther next time.

Y: Yearning- if you want it bad he'll always comply. But ONLY if you want it bad. Keep begging, he needs to know you want It. If you dont beg he'll just swat you off like a bug. Or lazily take you.

Z: Zzz- he'd watch you fall asleep after gazing into his indigo eyes long enough. It was a weird yet comforting feeling as you both laid in bed. Your warm body against his. You'd even lay on his chest to his soft breathing making you rise uppp and downnn. It used to creep you out how he wouldnt breathe sometimes but you got use to it. He'd sit there just observing your body. Even trailing his thumb along your soft lips and cheeks.

-- FIC NOTE 🧍

For those confused on turn off 'Bad memory' with the wax play, I considered it for the 3rd 'Betrayal' When the child died from his illness and Kabukimono burned the house down and most likely buried the kid within it.

But this is all head cannons so I hope this is good food for thought with scara!!

"Didn't you post a scara alphabet before?"

Well yes thank you for remembering 😃☝️ The other one got flagged 🧍

[infraaa]

HI ITS ME AGAIN- soo, me and my mutuals have been talking about this.

(and I may or may not have an obsession with affogato)

May i have a hc for affogato if he was a naga?(smuty preferred, if not thats fine) and if ya can’t do naga affo thats fine.

『yk why does affo fit as a naga? so ironic right?』

naga!Affogato smut headcanons »» reader assumed gn!

context: a naga is a human snake hybrid, originating from eastern culture, most notably Hinduism. These proud and somewhat haughty creatures typically have an exotic and alluring aura to them, similarly to sirens. They are not evil however, in fact, they show benevolence and curiosity towards humans unless provoked. But, due to their semi divine presence, some may find them threatening. (In other words, affo when he took the throne basically-)

tw// nsfw themes, constriction, hypnosis, choking, dumbification, exhibitionism, dubcon

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

oh wow so how did you find affo like this huh?

well it’s very simple. let’s say you were out on an adventure or something and you found a lake. but you found something the peaked your interest swimming around in that lake and you were like 😯

well what better way to find out than to go see 🤪

he slithered out of the lake and you were astounded by what you saw…

dark scales of purple white and black, shiny and glistening from the water and the sun’s rays. and even though his hair is soaking wet he still looks gorgeous.

he has a voice as smooth as espresso (see what I did there?) and as rich as ice cream are his eyes, a creamy off white with those feline pupils… so alluring, so divine… his gaze made you quiver in your boots.

he saw this and grew hungry. It had been a while since he had a mate…

he slithers up to you and wraps you up in his tail, like coils wrapping around an unsuspecting rodent.

his eyes spin like spirals, shades of purple and white cloud your vision like ribbons, clouding your mind and your senses, like melting chocolate he tears at your intuition, softly lulling you in with gentle snake like whispers and flicks of a reptilian split tongue across your cheeks.

after he declares your inhibitions melted and gone, he lays you down and feasts his eyes on your soaked clothes. he can see through your shirt, the wind around the lake betraying your body.

he takes a moment to stare at you before bending over and slithering (get it?) off your bottoms, your undergarments, so that your ass touches the soft grass underneath.

he would be the one to toy with your body as you lay there in agony.

does he want to put the tip of his tail in? no no no, what about his fingers? his tongue? ugh, so many options!

he’ll touch your body and act like no one’s there, but when the other tourists come by and see the mess you’re in, he expects you to look at them and softly commands you to do so.

he has no shame, absolutely none. he may actually want people to watch the two of you part take in this sinful rapture.

he will make you obey. he commands, you obey. he gives you orders, you carry them out. dutifully. with feeling. he wants them dumb, wrapped around his fingers as he fucks you.

and during it all, he will wrap you up in a breeding ball, constricting you and choking you for however long he chooses in whatever form he pleases, and you will take it.

choke on his fingers as you cum— he loves that. he loves it when he stops moving his tail inside of you and you grind on it and wine and beg that he keeps moving, that he’s making you feel good. he wants more of your voice and he will be sure to remember it for the next time you make your stop at his lake.

and he will make sure they you come back for more, he won’t let you forget him… under any circumstance.

[julyourwitch]

~ 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 ~

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My name is Agathi but you can call me Julie or Jul (these are my nicknames that I use for a long time, my old nicknames are kinda embarrassing XD)

I'm from Greece 🇬🇷 The most beautiful and unique country!

(Some people had passed me as Bulgarian/Russian/German girl idk why maybe it's because of my skin and my face/characteristics 😆😆)

Anyways! I'm 21 and my major is cooking,although I don't like it much or hate it, just yk kinda boring (?) Well sometimes bad decisions can bring you good opportunities or chances in your future! Soooo, my fave color is black, green and shades of green, gray, brown etc 🤎🖤🤍💚

My big 3 are: ☀️♐ ⬆️♉ 🌙♏

And now the most important and lovely part of me!

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When I was 5-6 yo I had a terrible "accident" (not me but the little boy who were with me and I was in front of this "accident ")and after this incident... A lot of things had happened in my whole life till so far.

I used to feel, sense, sometimes with blurred vision shadows, souls, spirits and most of them were powerful for me as a young Julie who didn't know a shit about these thingies 🤪

Soooo after all these things, incidents, situations etc in 2015-2016 I started learning from my mom how to do readings aka past-future-present reading with the playing cards! (My mom also is spiritual and we got this gift from her dad) so I was constantly learning and learning and learning (only what she feels I couldn't even see the numbers or smth). In 2018-2019 had the worst experiences ever, when I say the worst I mean THE WORST. it was the first time that I was so hurt, broken emotionally and betrayed from a friendship back then I thought I loved. Yeah sure some people take a small/part piece from your heart with them and it's totally fine. I had- I was too close to have depression. And no it's not the "omg I'm so sad, I can't this I can't do that" it's more like" bed, always in bed not even thoughts, not even emotions, everything was meaningless for me, my windows always closed not even be able to see if it's day or not,in bed with the same position every day/night.not even go to pee, take a shower nothing. I was like" Nothing matters, it's just another day or night. " not even hungry. For almost a year.

AFTER THIS SHIT THO I HAD MY 1ST SPIRITUAL AWAKENING LIKE IT WAS PRETTY CRAZY AND POWERFUL FOR MY HEART/SOUL.

For real I had HAD the urge to live, to survive, to feel again, I started crying out of nowhere, crying constantly for 4 hours (yeah it's a lot) and from 2020 till now I can say..

I'm so grateful for everything, for my journey that was tough and hard for me, for real when they say"with the pain comes the courage and strength after" hits different. I am grateful and thankful for every moment that has made me struggle, hurt, cry, be angry, resent, be disappointed, withdraw, fear, hesitate, shout, judge, exclude, censor. And yet difficulties and heavy emotions make you more dynamic, powerful, more prepared, more mature and rational/ logical. Because you know you'll meet them(vicious cycle of emotions) again and that's why life is beautiful and special. each of us is fighting for HIS own life alone. That's why we entered this human body to learn a lot, to live a lot, to understand a lot, to understand a lot,to experience a lot, but above all there is no such thing as forgiveness.

(This long text may hurt your eyes guys I'm sorry 😭😭)

I wanted to let you know that this is me, you can always ask me questions if you want to learn more about me and that you matter, you're loved, you're amazing, you're wonderful and pretty soul, so gentle and kind. Your existence for me is a gift and every existence is important and gift for everyone.

I deeply love you, with my whole heart. 🖤✨

[arielhopepeace]

This photo shoot????? Daddy Joel is that you?

Also…

Part Six

18+ only

Tw: so much smut, degrading, praising, squirting (🤭), insecurities talk, daddy kink, also fluff of course I’m not an animal 🤪

6,500 words

  It's been a few days since you and Joel went on your ridiculously extravagant date that ended with the most passionate sex you've had. He held you the entire time, whispering how beautiful you are in your ear as you unraveled around him.

You spent the rest of the work week daydreaming about it, finding yourself zoning out at your computer screen as your thoughts were beautifully haunted by Joel's body.

Even now as you make yourself a light lunch on the counter at home, you can nearly hear the gentle praises he gave you as you took the entirety of his length inside of you. Your thighs clench and your eyes flutter closed as you reminisce, wishing you could relive that night any time it crosses your mind.

As if he can tell you're thinking about him, Joel texts you, seeing his name pop up on your phone screen. An immediate grin splashes onto your face, abandoning the sandwich that beckons for you to finish making it.

Joel

1:25pm

Football game starts at 4:30. Your dad wants people there at 2:00.

1:26pm

If only he were capable of telling me himself. Does he just forget he has a daughter?

Joel

1:30pm

No, baby. I don't know what his deal is, honestly. I'm sorry ❤️

1:31pm

It's okay. It's just annoying. I'll see you at 2:00 💕

Your smile has faded a bit, that hollow feeling your dad always gives you beginning to carve its way into your chest. You've learned to be hardened to the absence of him in your life and his lack of effort to spend time with you, but it still stings sometimes. You truly feel like your wonderful, nurturing mom deserves better, but you know she loves him more than anything in this world. She'd never leave him.

Setting those thoughts aside, you abandon your sandwich, deciding to just have lunch at your dad's football party instead. You wish it was being held at Joel's so that you could swim with him again, but your dad always was and always will be the host.

It's the politician in him that needs to be in control of every aspect of his life. Yet, he has no idea how his daughter feels about him, even though they work in the same fucking office.

You're trying to decide what you want to wear to this gathering, knowing you'd rather be casual than dressed up like you were for the barbecue. A skimpy sundress would be a temptation to Joel, but you opt for skin tight blue jeans and a sunflower-yellow crop top that both hug your feminine frame.

You’ve styled your hair down into two French braids, even going as far as to look up a YouTube tutorial to make sure you’re doing it right. The bands that sit wrapped around the ends of your hair match the team that you know Joel is rooting for. You’re really not super into sports, but you enjoy the excited atmosphere surrounding them. You wouldn’t pass up the chance to go to a game with Joel, even if you’d be slightly bored and needing to be explained the technicalities.

Sliding on your black Toms, you leave your house with your purse on your shoulder, locking the door behind you. As usual, Joel has left before you, the punctual man that he is. Sarah is with a friend for the entire weekend, meaning that you get a sneak-free two days for the first time ever. Of course you miss Sarah, but you love being alone with Joel more than anything.

Your parent’s house is packed with cars just like the barbecue, making you push the anxious energy within you out past your lips with a sigh. You park as close to Joel’s truck as you can, remembering your secret rendezvous the two of you had in there.

Stepping inside, you see almost everyone in a football jersey, some green, some red. You slip in past the unfamiliar bodies, making your way to the kitchen that is also littered with people.

You look around for Joel, not spotting him anywhere. The smell of hot wings makes your stomach growl, instantly searching for a plate to put food onto.

“Hi, y/n,” you hear an accented voice beside you.

You turn to see Harry sporting a wide grin and an emerald jersey. “Oh, hi,” you respond quietly. “My dad invited you?”

He nods. “He knows I’m a big Packers fan,” he chuckles. “Judging by your hair ties, I’d say you’re rooting for the other team.”

You laugh lightly. “Truthfully, I don’t really care. I’m here for the food.”

Harry sips from his beer bottle. “Ooo, I’m starving, but I don’t do spicy.”

Your brow quirks up. “Buffalo wings aren’t spicy.”

“They are to me! I’m from England, we don’t do spice.”

“Don’t you have curry?” you laugh.

“Yeah, but not anything spicy. It’d kill the whole country,” he chuckles.

You giggle with him, turning to get yourself a plate. “Well, there’s also pizza, unless the pepperoni is too spicy for you too.”

Harry gets beside you to grab one as well, setting his bottle down. “I should be okay,” he teases.

You feel a hand gently pulling on your arm, and you turn to see Joel with a soft smile on his handsome, bearded face. He’s wearing his crimson jersey that you can’t wait to get into tonight, and his hair is a tousled, untamed beauty.

“Hi,” you say softly, wrapping him into a quick, friendly hug. “I couldn’t find you.”

He backs away a bit after you part from the hug. “I was upstairs with your mom and dad. He was showing me the bathroom remodel.” His brown eyes look to Harry. “Who’s this?”

Harry turns with a grin, holding pizza in one hand as he outstretches the other. “I’m Harry, I work with the mayor as his speechwriter.”

Joel takes his hand, shaking it firmly. “Joel. I’m y/n’s—neighbor.”

“Oh, nice,” Harry smiles warmly as their hands part. “I’m gonna grab another beer. Would you like one, y/n?”

“Oh, uh, just a water, actually. Thanks.”

Harry walks away, leaving you and Joel standing with each other like strangers.

“He seems perfectly nice,” Joel says quietly, “and fond of you.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, he’s not being insufferable today. And fond of me? He only wants to get close to me to be even more up my dad’s ass, I bet.”

Joel chuckles, his eyes landing on yours. “As long as he’s not thinking about your ass, I don’t really care.”

“Well, I actually have this really hot boyfriend, so he’d never stand a chance anyway.”

He laughs boyishly, making you giggle with him. “Sounds like a lucky man.”

Harry returns with a frosty bottle of water, the cool plastic hitting your palm as you thank him for it. Joel leaves, your eyes following him only briefly to admire him in all his hot dad glory.

“Would you like to sit and eat with me?” Harry asks casually.

You pick your plate of wings and celery off of the counter, nodding as you walk with him to the dining room table where Harry sits around the corner of it beside you.

“You seem to hate me less today, which is nice,” he chuckles.

You laugh with him. “You’re not being pompous today, which is nice.”

Harry feigns offense. “That’s very rude coming from the mayor’s daughter.”

“I’m his daughter. That’s how I got so rude in the first place.”

Harry laughs with his head cocked back a bit, his loose brown curls moving with it. “I’m serious. I really think we got off on the wrong foot, and I just want to sincerely apologize. I shouldn’t have made that stupid joke.”

“It wasn’t just the joke, as I’ve told you. I don’t agree with you making a man lose his job.”

His brows pinch together. “I had the mayor get him a job as a judge’s stenographer. He was happy to do that for him, and the man was even happier to take the job. He still gets to write, only faster and he doesn’t have to create it.”

“How have you weaseled your way in to my dad and made him actually do something you suggested?”

Harry smirks, humor in his green eyes. “I have a way with words, darling. It’s how I got my job, and why I’ll succeed at a job like this.”

You shift at the pet name, not being overly fond of it. “And what’s your fascination with talking to me? You’ve already got my dad wrapped around your finger.”

He leans in on his elbows, getting your faces closer together. “Truthfully, I think you’re lovely. You’re absolutely stunning and have a sharp tongue; two things I admire in a woman.”

You can feel your cheeks heating involuntarily to the flattery, making you pull back a bit from him. “Thank you, Harry, but I’m—not looking to date anybody.”

He cocks his head. “Why not?”

“I’d rather focus on my career,” you lie. “I’m not interested in letting a relationship complicate my life.”

He smiles, his teeth flawlessly straight and white. “Relationships are only complicated if you make them that way. Otherwise, they’re a beautiful thing.”

“Yeah? Then why are you single?” you arch a brow as you smirk.

Harry guffaws, pushing a hand through his hair. “Well, I’ll tell you only if you tell me something about you as well.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. What do you want to know?”

“I’d like to know why your neighbor is so protective of you,” he points with his head to the left.

You turn to see Joel leaning against a wall in the living room, staring at you with a scowl fixed onto his face. You’d laugh out loud if you weren’t terrified of making things glaringly obvious that you and Joel are dating.

Your eyes meet Harry’s again. “He’s my dad’s best friend, so he’s a bit like a watch dog.”

Harry raises his brows as he chuckles. “Best friend and neighbor. Coincidental?”

“Oh, yeah. I had no idea he lived next door when I moved in a little over a month ago. Of course I’d been to his house, but not for a while. I just kind of forgot.”

He smiles. “I think it’s charming that he’s worried about you. That only means I’m something to worry about.”

“I’ll reassure him that you’re not,” you laugh, making Harry laugh with you. “Now, tell me why you’re single. Is it because they couldn’t handle your inflated ego?”

His laughter fades into a gentle smile. “No. She cheated on me, actually. We were together for three years. To be completely honest, I wanted to marry her.”

The humor on your lips fades as your eyes soften with sympathy. “I’m so sorry, Harry. That’s—devastating.”

He shrugs. “Didn’t prevent me from trying again. I love love.”

“Maybe you aren’t so bad,” you smile, “but I still meant what I said. I’m really not looking right now.”

“Jesus, y/n, I’m not going to force you on a date with me,” he giggles. “I can handle rejection. I’m a big boy.”

Your phone vibrates from your back pocket, and you pull it out to see a text from Joel.

Joel

3:00pm

Upstairs bathroom.

You swallow thickly, tucking your phone back into your jeans as you finish your bottle of water. “Would you mind grabbing me another bottle while I run to the bathroom?”

Harry smiles warmly. “Of course not.”

“Thanks,” you beam back, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice.

From the way Joel was peering at you, he looked as if he wanted to wring Harry’s neck, then yours next. You know he’d never actually do anything to hurt you, but the thought of him being angry with you terrifies you. All you want to do is make him happy, but he’s clearly not right now.

Making your way up the stairs, you check behind you to make there’s nobody watching or following you, and you slip into the large master bathroom, seeing Joel leaning against the counter, facing the mirror.

You lock the door behind yourself. “Are you okay?” you ask, unable to disguise the shakiness in your question.

Joel spins around with his hands outstretched towards you, pulling you against him as his mouth crashes to yours. His tongue is quick and neat as it rolls in your mouth, making your heart pound in your chest.

“You enjoying your time with Harry?” he asks gruffly as he begins to unbutton your jeans.

“Joel, I—”

He grips your face, making your lips squeeze together. “Is that my name, sweet girl?”

You shake your head, eyes blown wide with confusion and arousal.

“Start that sentence again for me.” He releases your face, pushing your panties down to rest around your thighs.

“Daddy, I’d rather talk to you,” you say quietly, watching as he frees himself from the confines of his jeans and boxers.

Joel spins you around, bending you over the counter. “Yeah? You seem to be perfectly content with him.”

You pull your lips in as he runs his firm tip through your soaking folds. “No!” you protest, “I’m not content with him.”

He continues to tease you, rubbing your button of nerves with his slick head. “Then why the fuck are you laughing so much?”

“Please,” you shudder, “stop teasing me.”

“Do you think I like watching you talk to him?” He gives you a rough smack to your ass cheek, making you yelp. “He wants to fuck you. I can tell by the way he looks at you. Is that what you want? You want to fuck him instead?”

“No!” you shout, shaking your head as you gaze at him through the mirror. “Only want you, daddy.”

Joel’s brows are furrowed as he slams into you from the back, making you cry out from the pain that twists with pleasure. You’ll never get used to the stretch of him, but you’ll always love it every damn time.

He keeps a hand on your hip to crash into you roughly, as the other rubs your dewy clit, making your eyebrows ruffle from the stimulation.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan. “Yes, please. Feel so good.”

“You’re mine, y/n, you hear me?” he asks between ragged breaths. “This cunt is mine.”

With a deep, painful thrust you groan, whimpering. “Yes, it’s yours.”

“You think anybody else could fuck you this good?” he grunts into you, bruising your hip.

Your thighs shake, your orgasm quickly approaching. “No!” you cry. “Nobody could.”

His fingers leave you, making you whimper and whine. Joel grabs your braids, gathering them into his palm like reins, forcing your head up to look at your fucked out reflection.

“Watch me fuck you,” he pants, his eyes squeezing shut briefly. “Look at what a whore you are for my cock.”

The degrading name makes you clench around him, moaning loudly as you watch your face twist in the mirror.

“Ooo,” he coos, “feel you tightening on me. You like being called a whore, baby?”

“Yes!” you admit, your cheeks reddening. “I love it.”

“God, you’re fucking soaking me. All because I let you know what a cock slut you are?” Joel chuckles darkly. “My girl is a fucking cock slut.”

You groan loudly, clenching on him again from everything he’s saying. He knows what calling you his girl does to you, and he’s using it at the most torturous time.

“Daddy,” you whimper, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes, “please let me cum.”

His pace is relentless, pushing into you quickly and harshly. “No,” he groans. “Gonna make you wait until I get you home. Want you to be just as fucking uncomfortable as I am watching you get eye-fucked by that British pretty boy.”

“Please,” you beg, watching your tears of desperation slide down your cheeks.

Joel groans, tilting his head back as he releases your braids, quickly withdrawing from you. “Get on your knees, baby.”

You’re instantly doing as he says, turning to him and wrapping your lips around his reddened, furious cock. He moans, gripping the back of your head as you take him as deep into your throat as you can, swirling your tongue on his shaft.

“Jesus fuck, y/n,” he peers down at you. “Doing such a good job sucking me. Wanna cum in that pretty little mouth.”

You moan as you nod your head, completely having checked out of your brain. The only thought is Joel and pleasing him, absolutely nothing else. You bob your head quickly, his cock tasting of you and him combined, making your entrance squeeze around absolutely nothing.

Joel cries out, taking your head and shoving it down onto his length until you’re coughing, feeling his release coating the back of your throat. Your hands are on his thighs, nails digging in to the soft skin as you wait to breathe again.

He pulls you off of him, a loud gasp coming from you as you pant, swallowing everything he left in your mouth. There’s a mixture of your spit, arousal, and tears on your chin, your nose sniffling as you watch Joel grab a roll of toilet paper.

Your eyes are still watering, your nose running from having him stuffed so far down your throat. Joel adjusts himself back into his jeans, getting onto his knees in front of you on the tile floor with the bathroom tissue.

He takes a few pieces of the thick paper, folding them on top of each other as he wipes your chin, his other hand cupping your face.

His thumb strokes your cheek. “You okay, baby?” he asks softly.

You nod, completely forgetting how to form a sentence.

Joel gathers more toilet paper, pressing the soft tissue below your leaking eyes, giving you a small, fond smile. “You did so good. That’s the first time you took all of me down your throat, hm?”

You nod again, resulting in a chuckle from Joel.

“Here, let me help you up.” Joel wraps his arms around your limp torso, guiding you upwards and leaning you against the bathroom counter.

He bends down slightly to pull up your panties, followed by your jeans. His hands adjust your crop top that somehow got flipped up a few times during everything. Joel wraps you into a sweet embrace that you fall into, clinging onto him.

“I’m not a jealous man, you know,” he says quietly. “But seeing you talk to Harry made me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

“I’m not interested in him,” you reply weakly, your throat completely wrecked. “Only you.”

Joel pulls away, tilting your chin up to gaze into your eyes. “I know,” his mouth hardens, “but he’s so much younger. And god, you didn’t tell me he looked like a fucking model.”

You giggle, peering at him through your lashes. “I don’t care what he looks like. I already told him I’m not looking.”

He cocks his head. “Did he ask you out?”

You shrug. “Kinda, yeah.”

Joel’s body stiffens. “Am I stupid for wanting to go down there and punch him in the face?”

“Joel,” you chuckle with a scold, “not stupid, but it’s unnecessary. I don’t care what he looks like. You are the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and I mean that.”

He kisses you gently on the lips. “You’re so good to me, y/n.” His nose traces down yours. “You still wet for me, baby?”

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly. “Uncomfortably.”

“Good. I’ll take care of you when we leave. You spending the night tonight?”

“If I ever answer no to that question, just assume I’ve been kidnapped and replaced with a stupid clone.”

Joel laughs loudly, giving you a soft, sweet kiss. How can he be so gentle after being so incredibly rough? You don’t care. All you can think about is the unsatisfied arousal between your thighs.

You head downstairs first, seeing Harry sitting at the table with the unopened bottle of water for you beside him.

You sit down with a slight wince, giving him an apologetic smile. “Hey, I’m sorry. I got a phone call.”

He beams wide. “I thought you just decided to not come back.”

“No,” you chuckle. “Just talking to a friend who needed me.”

“Are they okay?” he asks gently.

You nod. “Yes. Thank you.”

A little later, the game has started and you’re sitting beside a tipsy Harry. Joel is resting across the room from you, making you squirm under his constant alluring gaze. You’ve done nothing but perch uncomfortably since he left you a weeping mess between your thighs. You truly love when Joel is possessive like that, but you need your relief before you completely lose your mind.

Somebody scores a point, everyone in green cheering loudly, including Harry.

He smiles down at you, patting your leg quickly. “Thanks for hanging out with me, y/n. Nobody else here knows me, and your dad is rather distracted,” he gestures to the man in the red jersey who hasn’t said a word to you since you got here.

“As I said, you’re not as bad as you seemed.” You narrow your gaze at your father. “He’s always distracted with something.”

“Bad relationship?” he asks bluntly.

Your brows raise with surprise. “Oh, um—”

“Forgive me,” he shakes his head, “I’ve had a bit to drink, I don’t mean to pry.”

You giggle. “It’s fine, Harry. Truthfully, yes. He never talks to me and always puts his job first. He always has.”

“That’s shit,” he shakes his head. “I haven’t seen my dad in years, so I get where you’re coming from.” Harry’s glassy eyes meet yours. “You deserve better.”

Your heart twists, sending a pang of sadness throughout your chest, running up to your eyes. “I’ve given up trying to be in his life. He clearly doesn’t want me.”

Harry grips your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss against your knuckles. “No, darling. He’s just—a stupid man. He doesn’t deserve you to be his daughter.”

A tear slides down your reddened cheek, quickly swiping it away with your finger. “God, Harry. You didn’t have to make me cry,” you tease.

He chuckles. “I’m sorry. I just feel like you don’t know your worth, and you should. You’re very bright, you’re funny, kind, charming,” he licks his lips drunkenly, “lovely.”

“You’re very sweet, Harry. Thank you,” you say gently, patting the top of his hand that holds yours. You eye his left arm that’s riddled with black ink. “You’ve got a lot of those.”

He laughs. “Little over sixty.”

“Yeah?” you ask, surprised. “All on your arm?”

Harry shakes his head, lifting up his jersey to reveal a large butterfly on his toned abdomen. There are leaves on his pelvis, and mirrored swallows on his collar bone, as well as several others.

“Wow,” you reply with shock. “They’re nice.”

He drops his shirt, giving you a large smile. “And what about you?”

“God, no. At least not yet, anyway. Maybe one day.”

“Scared of needles?” he asks playfully, gently shoving you with his shoulder.

You laugh, pushing him back. “Only a little bit! I’d still get one, just haven’t landed on anything I like.”

“You have a good relationship with your mum? Get her initial or something. I’ve got my sister’s on my shoulder.”

Your eyes soften, admiring him. “That’s beautiful, Harry. I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“That’s because this is the first conversation you’ve had with me where you didn’t completely hate me.”

You laugh loudly, shaking your head. “Maybe if you acted this way all the time, I wouldn’t hate you.”

“Now I know not to make jokes,” he chuckles. “Or find someone a job better suited for them.”

You roll your eyes back, smirking. “God, shut up.”

“Would you like another water?” he gestures to your empty bottle.

“I can get it,” you laugh. “Thank you. Do you want another beer? Or should you hold off?”

“Fuck holding off. My team is winning!” he shouts, making you giggle.

You stand up, walking into the kitchen and bending down into the cold fridge, adoring the difference in temperature. It’s so hot being in the living room that’s jam packed with bodies that are all worked up and full of testosterone.

“Hey, I’m gonna take off,” you hear from behind you.

You turn to see Joel whose eyes are gentle but his body is stiff. “Already? The game isn’t over yet.”

He clutches his stomach a bit. “Yeah, I’m just not feeling too great right now. I think I’m getting sick.”

“Oh, no,” you frown, going to throw your arms around his neck but he stops you.

“Probably best if you don’t. Be bad if someone saw, right?” His voice lacks emotion, and you’re wondering why he’s acting this way.

Your eyes narrow a bit, backing away from him. “This is because of Harry, isn’t it?”

Joel is quiet for a minute, gazing at you with harsh brown eyes. “I don’t want to get into it right now.”

“So, you’re not actually sick. You’re just jealous and lying to me.”

His mouth hardens into a thin line. “Enough, y/n.”

“No,” you protest. “Did we not just establish that I’m yours and that Harry means nothing?” you keep your voice quiet.

“You’re enjoying his company. It’s not hard to see.”

“Am I not allowed to? He’s nice.”

“I thought you hated him,” he snaps back.

Your brows crease with ire. “I think I misjudged him. But even so, I’ve already told him where I stand, which is unavailable.”

“You looked so unavailable when you were drooling over his body,” he says with acid dripping from his words. “Or when he kissed your hand. Jesus, y/n, why don’t you just admit that he’s a better fit for you than I am? He’s better looking, younger, in better shape—”

Without thinking for more than a moment, you lean forward, pulling Joel in for a passionate, firm kiss, fitting your hands into his thick hair.

“You,” you whisper, “all I want is you.”

Joel sighs, pressing his forehead against yours. “But I’m right, y/n. And you know I am.”

“You’re wrong,” you say softly. “You’ve never been more wrong about anything.”

He pulls away, his demeanor having softened. “Answer me this honestly,” he begins, his eyes on yours, “do you think he’s attractive?”

You swallow, not wanting to lie, and also not wanting to hurt his feelings, but you need to tell the truth. “Yes.”

Joel sighs. “Do you want him?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m completely yours.”

He gives you a gentle smile. “You’re my girl?”

Your body liquifies, your thighs pressing together as your bottom lip tucks behind your teeth. “Yes, I am.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve never felt more insecure in my life than I do right now, seeing you with him.”

“Baby,” your voice coos, “you don’t have to be insecure. I’m crazy about you.”

Joel looks to his side, seemingly checking to see if anyone is there. “Do you wanna leave with me?”

You smile, nodding. “Definitely.”

The two of you leave the kitchen, a beer bottle in your hand for Harry. You place yourself beside him, handing him the drink before you open your mouth to speak.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna head home,” you say to him as you lean in. “I’m bored.”

Harry’s face falls with disappointment. “What, really? You’re my only friend here.”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Talk to my dad. I’m sure he’d love to have some sort of rivalry conversation if you just approached him.”

He gives you a gentle smile. “Could you at least let me know you got home safely?”

“How would I do that? Send you a pigeon?” you jest.

“It’s not against company policy if I have your number, is it?” he beams proudly.

You roll your eyes. “Fine. I’ll give it to you verbally, and if you don’t remember it, that’s on you.”

You quickly roll out your number, Harry only smiling at you as you do. You know that there’s no way in hell he’ll remember, especially being so drunk.

“I won’t forget it,” he smiles. “Bye, y/n.”

“Bye, Harry.”

You find your mom, haven’t having more than a single conversation with her this entire time. She’s been so busy with your dad and making sure everyone is happy, that you’ve hardly seen her.

“I’m leaving, mom,” you say to the beautiful woman in the red jersey.

“Aw, so soon? It’s not even halftime yet.” She hugs you.

“Yeah, I’m just bored. I’m gonna head home and clean a little bit or something.”

“Okay, well, I love you,” she smiles warmly.

“I love you too, mom.”

You leave the house, not bothering to say goodbye to your dad who is surrounded by people all intently watching the game. Harry remains on the couch, giving you a casual wave as you step out of the front door, being greeted outside by the thick wall of heat that encompasses your entire being.

Breaking into a near-instant sweat, you make your way to your car, instantly blasting the A/C as you settle into the driver’s seat. Your phone buzzes from your back pocket, making you lift your hips to retrieve it.

Unknown

5:35pm

Told you I wouldn’t forget

You laugh, rolling your eyes as you type back a response.

5:36pm

I’m sorry, who is this? Is this the man who has their nose up my father’s ass?

Harry

5:37pm

Is that what I’m smelling?

You giggle, locking your phone and moving out of the grass, heading straight for Joel’s house.

When you pull up, you see that he’s stepping out of his truck, giving you a large grin as he walks to your driver’s side door. He swings it open for you as you cut off your engine, greeting him with a soft peck on the lips.

“You still want me?” he asks with that low tone that you’ve become very familiar with.

“Yes, daddy.”

Joel’s jaw flexes beneath your fingertips, making you bat your lashes innocently at him. He grabs your hand and leads you to his front door, quickly unlocking it with one hand as he pushes the door open. Joel moves both of you inside, slamming the front door behind himself. He’s practically dragging you to his bedroom, your excitement coming out in a small giggle.

Joel pushes you onto your back on the mattress, your body bouncing up slightly from the force.

“I think it’s your turn to cum, don’t you?” he asks with a smirk as he climbs on top of you.

You nod fervently. “Yes, please.”

Joel hooks his large, rough hands into the sides of your jeans and panties, yanking them down aggressively as he admires where you’re quivering for him. He slows down a bit, pulling off your shoes one at a time before completely sliding your bottoms off.

You lay there in only your shirt and bra, your heart pounding from excitement and arousal. Joel rests on the bed between your legs, his arms coming up to hook around the top of your thighs.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he kisses your inner thigh. “This perfect cunt is all for me, hmm?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Yes.”

Joel places a soft lick against your clit, making your hips jolt up. “Always taste so sweet, too.”

Your brows pinch together. “Please.”

“Shh,” he coos, “don’t beg, pretty girl. I’ll take care of you.”

The tip of his tongue grazes you gently once again, but immediately ceases, making you whimper with frustration.

“Daddy, please,” you beg, your chest heaving. “I can’t take it.”

“You can take plenty,” he teases. “Swallow me whole every time I’m inside, don’t you?”

Your mind and body are on fire, every single nerve on high alert, making every breath against you cause a shiver to shoot down your spine.

“Please,” your voice breaks. “Please.”

Joel runs another short-lived swipe of his tongue up your slit, making a drop of desperation fall from the corner of your eye.

“Just want you to feel as frustrated as I did all afternoon,” he says gruffly, another quick flick of his tongue making your back arch. “Are you frustrated, baby?”

“Yes!” you shout, panting. “Please, daddy, I’m so good for you. Please. I’ll do anything you ask.”

He chuckles, moving a hand up to lightly press his fingers between your slit. “You’re a mess, y/n.” He eases one finger into you, your mouth hanging open as your head tilts back. “Hear how wet you are? All because I’m not giving you what you want right away.”

His finger stills inside of you, your entrance clamping down on it, desperate for more. “Daddy, please!”

“You’ve been so spoiled by my cock, that now you beg if I’m not inside of you within a few minutes.” Joel laughs as he flicks his tongue on you, swirling it a few times before pulling away. “You’ve become such a slut, baby.”

“Yes,” you groan. “I’m your slut, daddy.”

He moans. “Yes you are, sweet girl.” He pushes in another finger, your walls tightening up instantly.

“Please, you’re torturing me,” you whimper, your hips moving to gain any sort of relief. “I can’t—”

Cutting off your whining, Joel connects his tongue to your clit, making you cry out loudly, gripping his hair tightly in your hand. His licks are quick and relentless, making you curse into your incessant moans. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling the tips to hit that beautiful spot inside of you that makes you crumble.

Your breathing is frantic, and your hands cradle his head, your nails scratching at his scalp as you feel your orgasm sprinting towards the finish line. A blinding feeling washes over you, your release spraying out of you like it never has before.

Joel groans into you, his tongue and fingers not ceasing their perfect dance together, until your ride has come to an end. He pulls away, chuckling as he sits up onto his knees.

You pant as you gaze at him, his beard slick with your orgasm, and so is the collar of his jersey.

“You made a mess,” he says with a proud grin. “You ever cum like that before?”

You shake your head frantically, embarrassment washing over you. “I-I’m sorry.”

Joel scoffs, unbuckling his pants as he slides them down just enough for his erection to spring free. “Don’t ever apologize for squirting on me.”

He crashes into you with a firm thrust, making you scream out his name, your hands digging at the fabric of the jersey.

“Joel!” you scream. “Fuck, daddy, please.”

Joel leans down and places a firm kiss onto your lips and you groan, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

“Perfect,” he grunts between firm thrusts, “you’re fucking perfect.”

His hand is on your overwhelmed button, rubbing you in quick, small circles that has you screaming out even more. You can feel that same intense feeling consuming you as it did before, and you’re not even sure how to hold it in.

“I’m gonna cum again,” your voice breaks. “I don’t want to, baby, please, I’m embarrassed.”

Joel buries himself in deep, giving you an angry grunt as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “Squirt on my fucking cock, y/n. Give me what’s mine.”

Your body instantly responds to him, crying out loudly as you feel yourself spraying onto his length. The feeling is so intense it has your eyes watering and your thighs shaking intensely, your legs turning to jello.

“Fuck,” he curses, pushing himself in roughly to the hilt as he throbs, his warm orgasm filling you deeply.

The sounds he makes in your ear causes your walls to clench, making his body shudder slightly above you. Joel leans up from your shoulder, giving you a soft, deep kiss on your lips.

“You okay, baby?” he asks with himself still inside of you.

You nod, your entire body shaking. “It was s-so much.”

He kisses you again. “And you did so good.” He rubs the tip of his perfect nose along yours. “Never had a woman squirt for me before.”

“God, it’s so embarrassing.” You can feel your cheeks reddening just talking about it.

“No,” he says gently, letting out a small chuckle. “I loved it. Don’t be embarrassed about how good I make you feel.” He slowly withdraws with a slight moan.

Your body turns to face his that’s laying beside you. “But you’ll have to wash everything now.”

Joel pulls you in with his hand on your face. “Then I’ll wash everything.” His lips peck the tip of your nose. “You don’t ever have to be embarrassed around me, baby. I’ll never judge you, especially not for the way you cum.”

You giggle, letting out a small sigh. “At least let me help you wash them.”

Joel laughs, nodding. “Fine.”

The two of you walk naked across the house, your arms wrapped around Joel’s midsection from the back as he carries his bedding to the laundry room. You place feathery light kisses on his back between his shoulder blades, making him giggle.

“What’re you doing back there?” he turns his head slightly as he loads the washer.

“Admiring my hot boyfriend,” you laugh, subtly dragging your teeth across his skin. “I love your body.”

He chuckles, adding detergent to the bedding as well as his jersey. “Please,” he scoffs. “I know you said dad bods are hot, but this one isn’t.”

Your hands rub his stomach, admiring the light sprinkling of hair as well as the softness of it. “Dad bods are my favorite. And yours is number one.”

Joel closes the washer, turning. “Oh, yeah? And who’s second?”

You shrug. “There’s no competition.”

He shifts, his arms around your waist as your body presses to his. “Not even with Harry?”

“Not even Harry.”

“God, I’m sorry I’m so insecure. You’ve made me this way.”

Your brows furrow as you frown. “I’ve made you insecure?”

“No, you’re amazing. Just being with you makes me insecure, I guess. You’re so much younger and prettier. You could have guys like Harry who are fucking perfect and yet you choose me. I just don’t get it.”

“Because I love you, Joel.” Your eyes blow wide at what just escaped your lips. “I mean, I—”

His tense body softens, taking your lips against his with a gentle fervor that causes emotion to run to your eyes. “I love you too, y/n. I don’t care if it’s fast, or if I’m stupid for saying it. I love you. I’m crazy about you, and I want to be yours forever.”

You gaze up at him with your eyes bleary, his palm cupping your face. “I want that, too.”

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Part 3 of my nnt rewatch ep 13-18

I'm trying to watch it in latam Spanish but I just rlly love the English voice cast >:( I'm doing it for most scenes anyway tho🤪 I do love español!Elizabeth's voice tho !! I maintain that English!Ban is the best voice tho

Do we know why meliodas loses his emotions in this form?

And what form even is this? We never see it again if I remember correctly?

Helbram's magic lowkey cool as fuck

I want to see ban and Elizabeth interact one on one more often, as the two people closest to Meliodas (aside from Merlin, but she has secrets) I want to see them together, yk?

MelBan is just so good like they beat the shit out of each other to show love and I think that's beautiful

I know a lot of ppl ship lancelot and tristan but I ship their dads🫣 el oh el

Elizabeth should be way more powerful than she is and that is what polishes me off the most in all of sds honestly >:(

Also I'm back on my howzer x diane bullshit 😔

La voz del español!Meli es tan profundo, pienso que es la voz más diferente de las versiones, es extraño

Mi teoría sobre la voz de meliodas solo existe en las versiones de inglés y japonés I guess

King and Ban training together is so fucking cutee

I love how we just never rlly find out anything abt the trumpet of cernunos lol

How is ban's jacket too short but his pants aren't? Not complaining, that's just silly lol

Also him defending Meli even tho he obviously knows he's a demon is so🥺

Meliodas splitting the mountain with the branch is one of my fave scenes, we get to see that there's so much more to him and it hints at his coming power

I forgot how tragic Gil and Margaret were that's a good storyline damn

Ep 14 time !!

Is helbram... hot?

YESSS roars of dawn time !!! Slader is so babygirl I love him sm

Guila is such a girlboss line yaasss kween kill those children !!

Why the fuck does meliodas own so many slutty women's costumes HMMM? is he... you know... 👀💅

Gowther introducing himself to Hawk as oinkity oink oink is so real, I love their bond

I love that will Elizabeth feels insta love and Meliodas has BEEN in love for 3000 years

Slader is like if demon!meliodas, ban, and hawk had a baby and that baby was a slut

Seeing genuine surprise from Meliodas when "gowther" was going to be defeated is so weird, like mans was sad he lost his friend and had no idea that wasn't him

The roars of dawn are all hot and that's a good thing

Poor Dale. He just wanted to protect his family. And he was hot too😔

Ban flipping King off while Meliodas revels in Chastiefol's softness is such a representation of all three of them

Meliodas straight up using hellblaze to fight the armored giant/Dale is so funny, it's like baby isn't ur biggest secret that you're a 3000 year old demon prince?? And hellblaze is your specialty demon power?? This does not seem inconspicuous

Also might do a ramble on hellblaze later 👀

Also ban using a whip is kinda 😳

Indiana jones type drip (I am both attracted to and find gender envy from Indiana jones)

The girls are fightingggg

Also this title card is so cute !!

Meliodas straight up being the holy knight grand Master of danafor is so funny to me

He looks so cute in his danafor outfit😭

Also I wonder where meliodas gets the groping thing from because 3000 years ago he was def not like that, though the groping does get less frequent as the story goes on and that's when the holy war arc is so maybe nakaba just forgot abt it lol

Also slavery being canon in nnt britannia is crazy when you think about it

The only reason meliodas didn't carry a sword being he would kill too many people is just a litttleeee bit funny

But also Cain saying that he is both too violently destructive and "too gentle a soul" is painstaking ahaha🥲 literally the best descriptor for him

Gowther carrying King on piggyback is so cute😭😭

I think the moment Meliodas finally kills Dale is a real turning point in the series. Before this, he had not killed a single opponent. He just fought to disarm and incapacitate. Just the next episode, he tells ban and gowther to "go straight for the kill" against the holy knights. As we see throughout the rest of the series, even before his emotions get caught in purgatory, he no longer feels hesitant to kill. He only becomes more and more like himself from the time of the Holy War (post 10 commandments). This is why I love his character sm, a corruption arc (even if he is never truly evil) is just so rare and one this good and angst filled is even rarer.

Ban continually stealing the same 1980s glamrock red leather set with studs bc he keeps getting murdered in it is the foundation of his character fr

Gowther and Elizabeth being the only ones who are not alcoholics is so real

Also all of them just sniffing king kills me😭

Diane being 30 feet tall means the world to me

Also gowther is so pretty, esp without his glasses

Long hair!Dreyfus is also ridiculously pretty

Ban just letting Gowther squish his tits is so hashtag real, mans gives no fucks

Hug🥰

I don't think I've seen this episode since the first time I watched nnt bc I totally forgot Arthur was introduced in it lol

LISTEN howzer rooting for Diane when they're on opposite sides of the battle is just rlly cute look how flustered he is🥺

so in English, after gowther uses rewrite light, the holy knights say "Meliodas! There you are! Ban, I really missed you man!" BUT in Spanish they call Meliodas mijo (meaning my son/my kid) and Ban hermano (brother)😭😭

THEY CALL GOWTHER MI QUERIDO (my love/dear/beloved) AKKSLDLDLT

Howzer and Gyula being the first ones to publicly stand up to dreyfus and hendy means so much I love them

Hendy was so hot😭😭

Wait how did I just realize that fraudrin was the one to break gowther's nightmare teller

Wait I also juT realized that Dreyfus is Gil's uncle. Gil is dreyfus's nephew. How did I not comprehend that

King, sobbing: why can't I ever protect the people that I care about?😢😭😓 Helbram: it's because you're consistently late🤨😐🙄

Helbram's eyeliner game is almost as good as Ban's

Is Howzer's hair supposed to be green or blond? Discuss.

On that note, we always say Elizabeth's hair is silver, but it's def mint green

Anyway,that's episode 18! Can't believe I'm already about to be on my last part of season 1 !!

[hoe4rairai]

Headcanon Time ...

Raian with a virgin S/O ( SFW ) ...

He had never guessed that she is a virgin. His S/O is quite dirty minded and she has a strong sensual presence.

Raian might be an experienced assassin and fairly experienced man with people and women to the best of his knowledge not that he cared to understand people or women but she is different of course and yet he isn't making any effort. It Just come what may, for him.

He is lousy with understanding hints and gestures.

His S/O wants him to be her first but she can't be direct and sound desperate but she kinda is .

He is dense when it comes to women love and sex language. Unless his S/O is blunt and direct he won't waste time understanding his S/O and might actually get annoyed with her .

Raian is not the traditional lover boy type. If he likes a woman he will sleep with her on the first date. Raian actually will never go out on first dates with anyone he doesn't like.

If she was good he will see her again until he decides enough and move on.

However, when he kinda forced a kiss on his S/O she didn't mind it at all but was very sensitive to his touch and hesitant to what she should do. He felt her confusion and lack of experience with just kissing.

HE WAS BAFFLED , he thought she was playing hard to get or didn't enjoy his rough kisses.

He hated that and left annoyed.

S/O had to make sure he didn't get the wrong impression and idea about how she feels for him and how she felt about his kisses.

Raian ignored her for few weeks.

Her attempts to get hold of him were doubled everytime he drifts farther away. She wants him and she will get him , FEMME FATAL periotttt. ( still the kinda innocent type but with the dirty mind ) 🤪

S/O and Fusui plotted against Raian one day.

Fusui told S/O that Raian left for training and will be back in 3 hours and she will leave the house door open for her to surprise him.

RAIAN came back from training at night and she was there in one of his jercies in his room.

He came out of the steamy shower , wet and almost naked walking into his room and she was there.

He looked at her and asked in a questionable Sharpe cold tone : what the fuck are you doing her and why the fuck are you in my Jersey..

His attitude threw her off a bit but she didn't back down.

S/O was hesitating, shy and blushing, she walked towards him like a shy school girl .

His eyes dug fire holes in her like a Trex about to step on his prey and snatch it away.

Her innocent eyes looked at him and her breathing was getting faster .

Raian noticed all that, he smirked and still didn't say a word, his eyes were still digging holes in her. He purposely took his towel away and stood there naked right infront of her shamless and glorified, looking at her smiling mischievously.

The poor S/O gasped and looked away and she was this close to actually run when a strong grip took her by surprise and firmly pushed her to the edge of the bed.

Her jersy was lifting up by his hands. His S/O was losing her breath by now.

She wasn't sure to tell him or not and she wasn't sure if he will appreciate it or not or even will be gentle if he knew he is her first !!!

Raian finally had her almost naked underneath him.

She knew that her boyfriend was a bulky guy but she never knew how amazingly sculpted his body is underneath his cloth. And how hot to the touch and firm his body is.

He smelled fresh and clean and that got something strange happening to her body .

When he looked at her undies she shyly covered her sensitive area with her hands like by default and he looked at her with a frown on his face.

He pushed her hand away roughly she said a breathy ouch came out as a desperate moan.

Raian had a hungry look.

S/O before losing all senses she asked him with fainted voice why he avoided her all this time.

Raian was positioned between her legs while he was licking and biting her inner thighs and he looked at her with eyes full of lust and longing.

He propped himself and was slowly taking her undies when she started shaking and he told her to RELAX am not going to eat you ..YET that's the look on his face terrified her. And still he had not answered her question.

She tried to ask again when she felt a chunky finger pressing again her heat entrance.

She was really scared and Raian felt her fear she was almost in tears .

He was slightly confused.

When he looked at her face he wanted to comfort her but his best way to do so HE THOUGHT .. was ...

To lick her and so when he did even his toung felt the tightness and he liked the fact that his girlfriend is that tight but little did he know he had a virgin in his bed .. His maiden .

S/O whole body was shaking, sweating . Raian didn’t get it why she is this sensitive and very bothered he was not even in her yet.

She felt his finger now slightly pushed inside and she asked him to be gentle and don't push further. She was trying to pull his finger away while she is half aware of what he is doing to her.

He left her heat with a loud wet suck noise and looked at her with a grin on his face but with lower gentler voice this time he asked : Why u r a virgin ?

He was on his knees facing her sitting between her legs. Raian pushed her legs wide open and was enjoying the look of his fingers rubbing his S/O clit and how wet she is.

He asked a question and didn't get an answer.

So he asked again but when he did he noticed something.

Raian slept with women before and they all were receptive but his S/O acted different. Is he scared of him ? Hasn't she had sex before ?

He never asked his S/O about her past relationships because he never gave a fuck.

Why is she scared ?

while his finger tried to push little further inside her and he heard her pleading voice : RAIAN PLZ NO ... he felt resistance !!!!!

HUH .. ... ? COULD IT BE ????

He looked at her with a serious look and this time asked the question firmly with a realisation in his mind he hoped it won't be true ....

When her head nodded in a hesitant YES ...

He just stared at her for few seconds.

Then crawled up on her , looking into her teary eyes and just kissed her as gentle as he mastered, ( which was not that gentle but he did his best and that's what she needs to deal with for ever )

He broke the kiss and answered her first question : (you acted differently after the kiss and I wasn't into shitty games by stupid women ... )

But then Raian realised it was all due to her being a virgin and apparently never was touched before and that he is her first by how sensitive her body was to his touch

DA FUCK IS HE GOING TO DO NOW...

@aneenasevla hope you liked it ..

If you wish for part two ( 🔞 NSFW 🔞) let me know....

[talesfromtherollingmountain]

sinful asks for the Rolling Mountain girls hehe >:)

🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant?

🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual?

🫶what does after care look like for them?

🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant?

Eleni lost hers young. She was a teenager, in a port town, and she just thought it was the thing to do. She didn't know the boy, it was just a fling romance. She always acted like it was no big deal, but to her, it was. It was uncomfortable and awkward to her, but she pretended she enjoyed it. She felt strange afterwards for a while but pushed it down, and it started her down a life of falling into any bed she could get her hands on.

Jocasta lost hers on her adventures, regretfully to a man who died soon after. It came as a surprise to most people that she'd never lost hers yet, but she had spend most of her life under the curse of a blade that never let her make her own choices. By the time she was free of its grasp, she was a young woman who hardly knew anything about love. After such a stressful, nearly deadly adventure, she was more than happy to fall into bed for the first time with a man named Azterio. Sadly, only a few days after they met, the city collapsed and he died trying to save her. This did make everything feel that much more significant to her. He had been exceptionally kind.

Unaek lost hers to Sanji, soon after they met. Until then, she had absolutely no desire for sexual contact. While Unaek may be asexual, she falls a bit under the category of Demisexual, where she wants a specific deep connection. And Sanji provided it for her. After beign separated on the sea from him, she knew she didn't want to part with him ever again, and asked him to help her with such a momentous step in their relationship. Unaek, of course, thought this was very significant. Her heart ached for him, and he was perfectly gentle and wonderful to her. She is very, very attentive in bed, making sure everyone, including herself, is comfortable, and Sanji is just the same.

🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual?

Oh, Eleni has done it anywhere and everywhere. The most obvious one was getting highly frisky in the booth of a bar, surrounded by other patrons. Or in an alleyway just outside said bar. 😏😏 For her, the risk is just as fun as the... reward.

Jocasta had originally thought she'd be against doing something so risky or in public, but soon after she had just met Usopp, she was very clingy to him. They sat together on the beach and ended up hooking up. They were making sandcastles and found their way into a little secluded cove. Even though nobody else was around, it was still the most exciting thing they'd ever done together 🥹

Unaek is very timid and traditional when it comes to sex, so her favorite place is to just do it in a soft, safe bed. But the bravest she ever got with her sexual encounters was slipping away during a party together to pull Sanji into the boys' bunk room. 😏

🫶what does after care look like for them?

Easy answer for all three of them. ✨️ATTENTIVE AND WONDERFUL✨️

Eleni becomes very clingy after sex. She's always insistent on taking care of whoever she's with, especially Zoro. She has soothing creams for any injuries and overall just loves to snuggle. She feels if she doesn't tend to the other person, and tend to them well, then she's not doing her job.

Jocasta doesn't take aftercare very seriously, as she doesn't do anything all that aggressive or kinky in bed, but she does love laying together for a while, just cuddling and making jokes until they feel content. She likes helping each other clean up and then spooning for a while, happy to be big or little spoon.

And Unaek is the aftercare QUEEN!!!! Most vanilla girl out there but still 100% attentive and sweet and gentle. If she scratched a little too hard, she is TAKING CARE OF IT. If someone's leg was in a bit of a weird position, she is TAKING CARE OF IT. Water? Got it. Snacks? Got it. Nice smelling flowers? Got it. And above all else, she's just as clingy, too. Always attached at the hip and looking to snuggle.

[futurewife]

I shied away from sappy romantic stuff for so long cause I'd hear that clip in my head taunting me like "u wish that was you dont you 😂😂🫢🤪🤪🤪😏😏" but in a self hating "people like you will never have that you'll never have a happy ending you look so pathetic and dumb rn IDIOT!!!" kinda way so it was very demoralising to watch and difficult to have hope anything kind gentle and sappily romantic could ever eventuate in my life. anyway idk what happened or changed so much that I now HOPE for a great love story and that it's still possible for me to experience. without reason or proof. like I'm in 7th grade again.

[stellarred]

Qcard Thoughts 2:

**It's my birthday, so I'm hyped up on sugar, and thinking a lot about Qcard tonight! 🤪**

"Even gods have favorites, Jean-Luc. And you've always been one of mine."

I think Q was hedging here--verbally stopping short of saying what he REALLY meant, or deliberately wording his feelings to allow for a potentially different interpretation. All for the purpose of not fully revealing to Jean-Luc that HE is Q's true and only favorite.

After all, we will forever hear the celestial echoes of: "Because in all the universe, you're the closest thing I have to a friend, Jean-Luc. " ❤

Maybe, even on his "deathbed " Q was afraid of a negative reaction from Picard if he'd just confessed his true, complete feelings? I mean, the now iconic hug in the end wasn't a full, rib-crushing, bear hug. It was gentle, tender, yet cautious.

Isn't it SO sad, that even at the end Q might have felt too scared to express his feelings for Picard? (coward showrunners 🙄 who owe us, dammit)

Anyway, so, this whole thing of:

"You matter to me."

"Even gods have favorites...one of mine."

was Q still treading cautiously with Jean-Luc. I believe so. Nobody I watched the finale with that night bought it, either.

Come on, what did Q REALLY want to say? The most difficult words to say, of course.

"You have always been my favorite."

"I. LOVE. YOU."

Also submitted for consideration is the fact (just in case Jean-Luc felt the fear of competition for Q's #1 spot 😉) is that Q didn't qualify "favorites."

After all, Q might gave had only two other favorites, for example. Just picking a low number here.

glow-in-the-dark worms that sang nonsensical ditties in a lake that were nice to him

scaly, three-eyed lizard creatures that gave him refuge once when the Continuum was bossing him around.

Q never said "favorite human," or "favorite people. "

Again, just some thoughts about Qcard. I love to go over Qcard with my mighty fine-toothed comb. I wield it proudly!

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hola Dani!!!! I'm so excited!!!!!!! I couldn't sleep waiting for this!!!!

This one will most likely just be me pointing at your awesomeness and key smashing!!!

I'll try my best to make sentences!!

Epilogue: Don't Say Fuck

I can try!

Fun fact: the word for Epilogue in Spanish is epílogo which means I misspelled this word twice last chapter out of dumbness 🤪

Alec sighs and closes his eyes.

Magnus is not here.

Of course not.

Why the fuck not???... aaaand I failed 😒 fuck!

“But sir,” she sighs with gentle exasperation. “You do realize the wedding is today?”

Who's wedding???

But Alec has been governor for more than 15 years now. He has been the governor for four whole terms.

What???? Omg omg omg!!!!!!!

It’s their third date.

Ok ok flashbacks I like it!!!

“I don’t want to live in Albany,” Magnus points out. “I don’t enjoy living there.”

Alec is quiet for a long minute.

“What’s yours?” Magnus asks carefully.

“I don’t want to resign,” Alec says, his voice firm. “I fought tooth and nail to get to this position. I’m not giving it up.”

This conversation 🙌🏼

All this pressure about finding the right successor made Alec think about Shinyun.

Please tell me they have at least become friendly after all this time 😌 The sass should have brought them together

Time to get ready for the big day. 

Who's big day?? Rosewood or Mavid??? 🤔

“Who trains for seven hours?” Magnus demands. “This is child abuse.”

People who want Olympic medals

Alec. Alec. Alec, Magnus thinks. Do you know how proud I am of you?

I'm so very proud of my twin too!!

“Do you remember what I taste like?”

I just want you to know that this has been imprinted on my brain

This fic is Mean Girls level of quotable!!!

This isn’t a success.

This feels like a miracle.

This feels like magic.

😍🥰😍🥰

Alec sighs as he settles into the couch. “I know, baby. I’m just-”

He said it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They don’t make a big deal out of it.

I am... I'm making the biggest deal!!! ALDÑALS!!!

They haven’t taken things any further.

As in, to the bedroom – or any room, unfortunately.

How is my beloved twin holding back ?? My brother truly has changed wow

“David is cooking?” Alec asks. “Can I come?”

I want to go too!! I'm young people

“Magnus and I are dating again,” Alec says. “Questions?”

🤣🤣🤣 thank God my brother interviene

“Bedroom,” Alec growls lowly.

Finally!!!! Sexy times!!!! Get that dick brother!!! You deserve it!!!!

Alec licks a strip along Magnus’ inner thigh. “I want to remember what you taste like.”

*New kink unlocked*

They don’t take a nap.

Good for them!!

They had gone public a few months before the third election.

Yay!!!

“What about Max?” Magnus asks.

“Fuck,” Alec blinks. “I forgot about him!”

🤣🤣🤣 how??? How???

And with Max – Shinyun had come too.

Of course she did!!!

It wouldn’t be ideal for the groom to have a panic attack just before the ceremony.

Ok ok... it's Rosewood's wedding!!! Me encanta!! Mi bebé precioso se va a casar 🥰

“I already put the other one in.”

Magnus turns around and glares at Alec. “Alexander!”

🤣🤣🤣

“Alexander.”

“Hm?”

“Will you marry me?”

Alec pulls Ben into a tight hug, unable to stop his grin.

Benjamin!!!! He is a Senator now!!! I want him to be president!!!

“BECAUSE HE PROPOSED FIRST!”

YESSSSSSS

“It’s Lightwood-Bane,” Alec corrects. “And I totally regret asking you to be mine.”

They remarried??? ALQLELQKW!!!!!

Magnus didn’t want another wedding.

Magnus just wanted his husband.

I'm so happy!!!!

Shinyun takes the pen from him and smiles softly at Magnus. She bends over to sign and looks at Alec. “What would happen if I didn’t sign?”

“I’ll kill you,” Alec smiles at her.

Look at my wife being there as she should 😭😭😭

“Hey. Hey. Look at me. Eyes on me,” Alec whispers. “50 states. Alphabetical order. Go.”

Mi bebé precioso se va a casar!!! 😭 lo amo demasiado!!!

We’re finding that ring or I’m not getting married today.”

Where the fuck is the ring??? Also rubies 😍😍

“I’ve spoken to Max and Shinyun. They’ve agreed to support your cause through the Edom Anniversary fund this year.”

🙌🏼😌🙌🏼😌

“Just to be clear, if Anjali tries to break out of her room and come see you…should I tackle her?”

“No!” they all yell at the same time.

Oh Benjamin I am love you 🤣🤣🤣

“Alex,” she nods when she sees him.

I chose to believe she is addressing me 😌

Shinyun has a tattoo of a spider web on the right side of her neck.

He doesn’t have a home anymore.

If he does he doesn’t act like it.

Of course he has a home, he has David!!!

Magnus wishes he would just bring himself. And then stay for more than a week.

Maxwell!!! Visit your parents!! Have you forgotten how needy and dramatic these bitches can be??

“Uh,” David blinks. “I fell.”

🤣🤣🤣 no, he didn't

Oh noooo... there's tension!!

Oh noooo there's fighting!!!

Oh noooooo.... Dani stop!!!! My twin 😭 Mavid 😭

“Alex.”

“What?”

“I don’t like it when he is sad,” Shinyun exhales. “Fix it.”

What the hap is fuckening????

He has more tattoos than he did last time Alec saw him shirtless – which was almost two years ago.

I need a spin-off on Max’s tattoos

“I am proud of you.”

Max stops.

😭😭😭😭😭

“I thought you didn’t miss me anymore,” Max says quietly.

“Why would you think that?”

This bitches miscommunicating again is going to be my villain origin story

Ok they're talking...

My twin is wearing Edom!!

“Love makes one do stupid things,” Max says dramatically. “Right, dad?”

Totally right!!!

“I let go of you once. But you found your way back to me,” Alec whispers. “It’s just like that. Okay?”

Oh my god!!! Oh my god!!! Is their daughter!!! Right?? That's her!!! 😭

The doctor comes back a moment later. She smiles. “It’s a girl.”

Alec’s grin becomes better. “I told you so.”

AKDLSLAÑQP!!!! GRACIAS DANIIII...!!! YOU ARE A BENEVOLENT QUEEN!!!

When you said she was lost I thought they wouldn't try again but here she is!!!! I am so happy!!!

¡Gracias! ¡Gracias! ¡GRACIAS! 😘

“She is going to need therapy to put up with you lot anyway,” the surrogate mumbles.

She is not wrong!!

Minerva Jude Lightwood-Bane.

It's perfect!!! I am love her!!!

“Max said if I have something valuable, I shouldn’t give it for free,” she points out.

Max is a fantastic and wise older brother

“Raisin cookies!” Minerva shouts in glee.

Look at that... another freak!! Raisins are just OK they are the gray of fruits

“I thought David was going to propose to Max at the airport when they fly back to Paris,” Minerva frowns.

ALSLQÑQÑÑWLQPQLDJDJ!!!!!!

“Kamu baik-baik saja, bapak?” the girl asks, climbing into bed. “Apakah kamu sakit?"

Is this an episode???

“I couldn’t build a blanket fort,” Magnus sniffles.

🥺🥺🥺 my Magnus!

Does Nemo have seven Olympic medals?" Max asks. 

Holy shit!!! He truly got one for all the people he loves!!

Rafael starts to sob quietly when Anjali walks down the aisle.

Is the most natural and appropriate reaction to Anjali’s presence

He remembers Magnus.

His smile. His laughter. His love.

😭😭😭😭😭

Dani!! Your author's note!! You're so precious!! I AM LOVE YOU 💚

Thank you, for the story, for all the effort you put into it, for all the tears, for all the laughter, for everything I learned with my beloved characters, this story has changed me, I've learned things about myself and for that I can't say THANK YOU enough!!! ❤❤❤❤❤

You are incredibly talented and we are all really lucky for the fact that you chose to share that talented with us!!

ALEX. ALEX. ALEX.

Thank you for supporting TLND. I love you so much.

To everyone talking about the GrowthTM in TLND, the real growth is Alex going from "shinyun is enemy 01" to "shinyun is my wife".

ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

[borathae]

This is so much fun! Sibi you are amazing for creating such a fun, safe, and inviting place for everyone. You are an angel. Let me

Pussy slapping

Bondage

Overstimulation

Edging

Praising

Degredation

Choking

Impact play

Biting

Nipple stimulation

Rough sex

Not sure if this is a kink, but a full body oil massage with free range over my entire body

Right? This is so much fun 👀 also I am loving your list 🤌🏻

only gentle like a little tap hahaja

Yes

YES

YES

YES

only in fiction

yes and surprisingly also receiving

only giving

holy fuck Yes

yes, giving more than receiving because my nipples aren’t sensitive rip

only with people I'm in love with

yEs

This list is so flavourful omfg me likey. Again you guys leave your own rankings in the comments 🤪

[katsigian]

Call me a dork 🤪

A, D, I, and W for the hubbans? 🥰

Thank you for the questions 😚 For other's reference, Nathan belongs to @rindemption and any info relating to him comes from them and our shared HC's

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Valen is happy doing anything as long as it's with Nathan. It could be anything from staying in all day to going out someplace for something fun. Granted, Valen is an introvert and can't do really big get togethers back to back because it tires him out. But going out to eat someplace, going to a concert, visiting a club so they can dance together, going for drives, going shopping together, those are all things Valen likes to do with Nathan. There's plenty more, like chatting in the kitchen while one of them cooks, fitting them both onto one deck chair on his balcony so they can hang out in the fresh air, playing games and watching shows together. Finding a new coffee place, going swimming, cuddling on the couch, all things he likes to do with him.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

The future with him looks bright, a whole lot of sunny days together. It looks like peace and contentedness, like waking up every morning together with a kiss. They're going to grow old together, Valen will retire from active field work around 50 and be a handler (safely in a facility and not out running around doing contracts) until he's 65. Nathan is going retire from mercenary work around 45 and opens up a tech/mechanic shop where he'll run it until he's too old to do the work himself.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Valen was changed in plenty of ways for the better by Nathan. He got so much softer, gentler, he opened himself up willingly because he wanted Nathan to be right inside his heart. Thick, heavy walls were cracked open when his partner came along and he let them fall because he knew innately that Nathan wouldn't harm him. Valen's done a lot of healing in their time together, learning how to let himself be vulnerable again. He spent a lot of years protecting himself, being inherently threatening and dangerous. And unlike a lot of common foils, that doesn't mean he's unaware of how to be gentle; Valen knows how/wants to be sweet and loving and he has the opportunity to give all of that love to Nathan now. He's learning as he goes along how to make Nathan the happiest, and it's all growth. Leaving old habits behind, reigning in his aggression because Nathan doesn't require that of him, learning he's far more than just what he can do for other people. He understands that he isn't solely a sword and scales, he's more than that in Nathan's eyes. Gigantic pieces of development occurred now that he has Nathan in his life and it's been wonderful to watch.

Wild Card - A random fluff headcanon

They've shared and introduced plenty of things to each other and enriched each other's lives. Nathan introduced Valen to a Mexican food street vendor he really likes. He takes him on joyrides in hotwired sports cars. Some fix-it-up reality show programs and one self indulgent romantic drama. Heavy rock and brit pop bands Valen might not have known before. He's introduced Valen to the sweetest, most caring, and most fulfilling love that Valen's ever known. Valen has introduced Nathan to various house plants, teaching him their different names and how to care for them. He showed him his art and different art styles. Being excellent in combat himself, he's taught Nathan a few things about CQC. He introduced him to hearty and heavy home cooking. Valen offered Nathan a very safe and protected and comfortable place at his side where Nathan can be himself.

[ardentpoop]

understandable have a great day 👍

i do actually enjoy your input and it makes a lot of sense i also love the idea of people struggling together out of their own will when its miserable. im trying to figure out why i like the trope now and i don’t think i can articulate it well beyond “well theyre meant to be together its romantic” lmao i guess i like the idea that theres someone out there that was made for this one character specifically and no one else. im just a hopeless romantic i think. anyways love u thank u 💗

i love your gentle spirit but personally i think "they're meant to be together" makes room for Horror

real-world context again: are they staying together solely because the specter of what their relationship used to be is hanging over them? are they staying together solely because everyone expects it of them and they're too scared to learn how to be apart? are they staying together because one of them is clinging desperately to the other and the other can't bear the guilt of pushing them off? 🤪

[kingofbodyrolls]

Say that Again (I Dare You) (m) | jjk & pjm

Summary: You moan in your sleep, and your boyfriend knows this, but when you keep moaning another man's name in your sleep - and that man just happens to be one of your friends? What will Jungkook do? 

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Jimin (established relationship with JK)

Note: hahaha, I'm having trouble writing, so here goes 🤪 This is my birthday treat to all of you lovely people!! Also, I've never written a threesome before (or had one myself lol) so, yeah. I hope it's alright! Please send me some love if you like it 💜 This is really filthy, and Jungkook is just straight up mean and possessive (but sweet at the end – spoiler!). It’s just a pwp of pure filth – I don’t know if I should say sorry, or you're welcome? 😇

Word count: 13.1K

Rating: mature / +18

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Warnings: choking, degrading names (sl*t), penetrative sex (one time unprotected (it’s jk x reader) and one time protected (it’s jimin x reader)), oral (female and male receiving), fingering, nipple play, praise kink, cussing, dirty talk, handjob, jealousy/possessiveness, threesome, overstimulation/edging, multiple orgasms, cum eating, pet names. 

I think that’s it, let me know if I missed something!

“Ahhhh.”

“Mmmmhh.”

“Yes!”

As Jungkook slowly awakens, a symphony of low moans and gentle groans caresses his ears, weaving through the fabric of the night. 

This isn't his first awakening tonight, and frustration simmers beneath the surface. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he's greeted by the sight of you, peacefully nestled beside him, yet the sounds you make are anything but. 

While he's grown accustomed to the symphony of your unique sleeping sounds, they still manage to disrupt the tranquility of the night. It's a peculiar blend of intimacy and frustration. 

There are moments when he simply lies there, captivated by the cadence of your breath, letting his imagination dance with the enigmatic scenarios your dreams unfold. 

Yet, there are other nights, when the discordant harmony pushes him to the brink of desire and exasperation. 

In those moments, his hand, in an act of sheer frustration, seeks solace in the quiet shadows of the room.

Tonight is one of those nights where he has nudged you lightly every time you’d moaned in your sleep, which made you stop for a short time before you started again. It’s not usually this bad, and he’s actually thinking about waking you up, even though you really need the sleep.

A dilemma dances in his thoughts, a silent waltz of consideration. 

Does he dare rouse you from the clutches of your restless dreams, offering respite in exchange for a quiet night's solitude? 

Or should he endure the symphony of your sleep-laden moans, contemplating the refuge of the couch or the earplugs concealed in the recesses of your drawers? 

The battle within him is a tangle of conflicting desires — the instinct to preserve your undisturbed slumber warring with the selfish yearning for his own, uninterrupted rest.

His initial attempt at evasion proves futile, leaving him ensnared in the cocoon of the duvet. Frustration etched across his features, a fleeting shadow in the dim room.

As if wrestling with an internal debate, he contemplates his next move. The soft exhale of reluctance escapes him before a decisive shift in resolve. With a purposeful twist, he turns on the mattress, eyes fixed on your slumbering form.

“Ah!”

“Jimin-ah!”

A sudden chill sweeps through him, arresting every fiber of his being. 

The blood in his veins turns glacial, leaving an icy trail that echoes the silent stillness of the room. 

A disconcerting picture unfolds—his body, a canvas painted with goosebumps and shivers, as if touched by an unseen hand of apprehension. 

Did he hear it correctly, or is it a phantom whisper haunting the edges of his consciousness?

Anguish tightens its grip around his chest, a visceral reaction to the revelation that sends shockwaves through his being. But beneath the veneer of anger, a more primal force stirs. 

An ember of arousal, unbidden and unwelcome, smolders in the depths of his turmoil. It's a turbulent collision of conflicting emotions, a tempest within him that threatens to engulf reason. 

Yet, as the flames of arousal lick at the edges of his consciousness, another, more formidable sentiment rises. Possessiveness, like a heavy cloak, drapes over him, an instinctual response to the threat that echoes in the recesses of his mind.

“Fuck, Jimin!” 

An unsettling tension infiltrates the room as he grapples with the disconcerting notion. 

Is your subconscious canvas painted with the vivid imagery of Jimin fucking you? 

The air thickens with an unspoken question, a lingering doubt that refuses to dissipate. Your body remains motionless, a deceptive calm veiling the tumult of thoughts that must be raging within the confines of your dreams. In the silence, the only audible resonance is the echo of explicit words escaping your lips, words that reverberate like a dissonant melody. 

You’ve never said another man’s name before. 

Usually it’s his name or none at all. 

Once, an arctic frost gripped his veins, numbing him to the core. Now, a searing inferno courses through his bloodstream, a blazing tempest consuming reason and restraint alike. The flames dance within him, a wildfire fueled by a volatile mix of emotions. 

His mind, once a sanctuary of clarity, is now a dense fog, enshrouded in the haze of an unrelenting blaze. Thoughts dissipate like smoke, leaving only one relentless imprint in the scorched recesses of his consciousness: the vivid, intrusive image of Jimin fucking you. 

It's a visceral assault on his senses, a relentless loop that dominates his mind, drowning out reason in the tumult of blazing desires.

An enigmatic force, as elusive as it is potent, propels him into action. 

It's as if an unseen hand has seized control, dictating the course of his movements with an urgency that defies reason. In the blink of an eye, the stillness of the room is shattered, replaced by the visceral cadence of his body in motion. 

The world outside dissolves into insignificance as he finds himself straddling you, an image of conflicting desires and unspoken tension. The air thickens with an unspoken question — an uncharted territory where the boundaries between impulse and restraint blur into obscurity.

The rage within him simmers, escalating with every repetition of Jimin's name, each utterance carving a deeper groove into the tapestry of his unraveling composure. It's a relentless mantra, a maddening echo that stokes the flames of his anger into an inferno. 

Frustration courses through his veins like a toxic elixir, poisoning reason and restraint. 

Fuck. 

He can’t take it. 

Anger. 

That’s all he can feel.

And then, a disturbing realization settles over him like a suffocating fog—why are his hands, that once were vessels of comfort, now around your throat?

Fuck.

You feel like you can’t breathe.

Something’s around your neck.

What?

In the blink of an eye, your world snaps into focus, the veil of sleep torn away by the jarring reality of darkness that cloaks the room. 

A sudden surge of panic courses through you as your eyes dart to Jungkook's looming figure above. 

His hands, once familiar and comforting, now clasp your throat with an unyielding grip. Your body jolts into action, an instinctual rebellion against the encroaching darkness. 

A scream, caught in the constricted confines of your throat, fights for release, while limbs flail in a desperate attempt to break free from the tightening vice of his hands. 

What the fuck is happening?!

Your desperation morphs into a primal instinct, and your fingers claw into his arms, leaving a trail of scratches etched in the wake of your distress. The sting is a visceral reminder of the nightmare unfolding, a silent testament to the rapture in the reality you once knew. 

In the shadowed abyss of the room, the question reverberates within your mind like a haunting refrain — why is he choking you? 

The air, thick with a disquieting tension, crackles with an unanswered plea for reason. His gaze, once a familiar refuge, now mirrors a dark and feral intensity that cuts through the silence like a knife. 

This isn't your Kookie, and the realization shatters the illusion of safety.

“Say that again, I dare you!” 

His words are venom, spat with a vehemence that leaves a lingering sting. The heat of his rage is palpable as he leans in, his breath a scorching tempest against your skin. 

The air crackles with an unspoken threat, each word a jagged edge that slices through the silence. The challenge hangs in the air like a dark cloud, suffocating in its intensity. 

His proximity is suffocating, his hot breath a visceral reminder of the storm of emotions that has engulfed the once tranquil space. Caught in the whirlwind of confusion and fear, you find yourself on the precipice of the unknown.

Fingers digging into his arms, your nails leave trails of desperation, each mark etching a plea for release. 

A hiss escapes your lips as his vice-like grip around your throat tightens, a relentless squeeze that sends shards of pain coursing through your body. 

The familiarity of his touch, once an intimate dance, now transforms into a twisted image of violence. This isn't the first time he's exerted control in the intimate realm, but the line has blurred into an unsettling unknown. 

In the midst of this disorienting chaos, you find yourself grappling with the unnerving realization—never before has he choked you to this extent. 

His fingers, like vices, tighten their grip, a merciless escalation that leaves you teetering on the precipice of suffocation. 

Leaning in with a menacing proximity, his voice, a venomous whisper, slithers into your ear, a chilling melody that resonates in the disoriented corridors of your mind. 

The room, once a haven, transforms into a claustrophobic labyrinth where each breath becomes a desperate gasp against the encroaching darkness. 

Dizziness settles like a shroud over your thoughts, a fog that clouds the clarity of reason. In this oppressive moment, the world narrows down to the visceral sensation of his breath against your skin, a disconcerting symphony of restraint and menace. 

As the whispered words echo through the chamber of your mind, you register the insidious truth—you're on the cusp of something inscrutable, a dance with the shadows where the boundary between fear and desire blurs into an unsettling unknown.

His voice, a gravelly rasp, slithers into your ear like a serpent's hiss, carrying with it an undertow of raw anger. 

“Jimin, huh?” 

The mere mention of the name sends a jolt of painful shivers down your body, an electric current of confusion and fear. 

What the fuck is he talking about? 

The air crackles with the weight of unspoken accusations, each word a serrated edge that lacerates the fragile silence.

Jungkook's fury, a tempestuous force, radiates through the room like a palpable storm. You, caught in the crossfire of emotions, bear witness to a version of him that eclipses any semblance of the Jungkook you once knew. The intensity of his rage is an uncharted territory, a tempest that thrashes against the shores of your understanding.

In this unsettling moment, the atmosphere quivers with an unspoken disquiet, and you realize you're staring into the eyes of a Jungkook you’ve never seen before—a Jungkook consumed by a wrath so potent, it eclipses any prior incarnation of fury.

An alarming realization settles in the pit of your stomach, an unsettling truth that sends tremors through your veins. 

The fear, once a distant whisper, now grips you in its vice-like embrace. A chill snakes down your spine, leaving behind a residue of dread that clouds your senses. 

Your struggles persist, a futile rebellion against a force you know deep down is insurmountable. His strength, an unyielding fortress, renders your resistance as mere whispers in the face of a looming tempest.

“You fucking slut!” 

You’re startled by the venom in his words, each syllable a scalding accusation whispered in the darkness. The heat of his anger lingers in the air as he finally releases his vice-like grip on your throat. Gasping for air, you pant furiously, the raspy intake a cacophony against the stillness of the room. 

The echo of his words reverberates in the hollow of your ear, leaving a lingering imprint of the emotional tempest that has just unfolded. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Jungkook?!” you yell, the words a desperate plea that hangs in the charged atmosphere. 

Your hands instinctively clutch at your throat, already throbbing with the promise of bruises that will adorn your skin like a somber tapestry.

“You can’t moan another fucking man’s name!” 

His words cut through the air like a serrated blade, a furious proclamation that reverberates through the room. The sheer force of his yell, an unrestrained outburst, echoes in the silence that follows, leaving a disquieting aftermath. 

His hands, still clasped around your neck, are a study in contradiction. Once instruments of aggression, they now rest there with an eerie gentleness, a paradoxical caress against the backdrop of earlier violence. 

The juxtaposition is disconcerting, a stark reminder of the volatile duality that resides within him.

Oh. 

So that’s what it’s about. 

The revelation hangs heavy in the air, a sudden understanding that sharpens the edges of the unfolding drama. 

You moaned Jimin’s name in your sleep. 

Well, fuck you. 

You’ve never done that before. His words from before carry the sting of betrayal, a laceration that slices through the tenuous threads of trust. The air, charged with a sense of accusation, thickens with the unspoken weight of expectations shattered. 

Jungkook's frustration, a tempest within, clashes against the reality that you have no fucking control over what you say or dream. He knows, deep down, that it's just dreams, and it's just a fucking name.

“You’d like Jimin to fuck you, huh?” 

His words, dripping with a toxic blend of accusation and taunt, cut through the charged atmosphere. The heated breath against your ear feels like a sinister caress, a reminder of the intimate betrayal he thinks has happened. 

His hands, a trespass against the sanctity of your body, journey beneath the fabric of your nightgown, groping at your breasts with a possessiveness that leaves you breathless.

When he finds your nipples, his fingers close around them like a vice, a merciless pinch that sends a jolt of searing pain through your body. 

Damn hard. 

You can't help but release a frustrated, high-pitched moan in response to the intensity of the sensation. Your body, once open and vulnerable, now curls in on itself, a reflexive attempt to shield against the invasive touch that pierces the silence. 

Jungkook's intense stare, a predatory gaze, lingers on your contorted form, a silent acknowledgment of the power he wields in this intimate realm.

“Fuck!” 

The exclamation escapes your lips, a breathy moan that dissipates against the hollow of his neck. 

The sudden admission of desire hangs in the air, a raw declaration that reverberates through the charged atmosphere. 

Why are you so damn wet already? 

Have you been wet all this time? 

Fuck. 

Amidst the whirlwind of sensations, you're jolted back to his question. 

“No!” 

The frustration in your yell echoes through the room, a desperate proclamation that fights to be heard over the pulsating cadence of your desire. He hovers above you, his eyes blown out with an intensity that mirrors the storm raging within.

“Why did you moan his name then?” 

He taunts you once more, his words a provocative challenge that lingers in the charged air. His eyes, flickering with a mix of curiosity and menace, fixate on your response, waiting for a crack in your composure. 

But you refuse to yield. 

The taunts, like arrows, are deflected by the armor of your determination. In the face of his provocation, your gaze remains steady, a silent defiance that echoes louder than any words.

“It’s just a meaningless dream, Kook!” you plead with an urgency that cuts through the air. 

The room, once a sanctuary, now bears witness to the turbulent current of emotions coursing through your veins. 

A part of you yearns for the respite of sleep, an escape from the unraveling reality. 

But beneath the surface, another part of you, already fucking aroused, is drawn to the magnetic pull of the unfolding tension, an unexpected desire that adds a volatile layer to your plea.

“Nuh uh, sweetheart,” he disagrees, his voice a low murmur that resonates in the charged space between you. His gaze, unwavering, locks onto yours, creating an unspoken bridge that spans the intimate distance.  

Confusion reigns within you, caught in the tumult of conflicting desires. Your body aches with a desperate yearning, craving the immediacy of him and the relief that promises to follow. It hungers for the visceral connection that throbs beneath the surface. 

Yet, your weary mind, tired and burdened by the demands of reality, pulls in the opposite direction, craving the solace of sleep to gather the strength for another relentless workday.

“You’re mine,” he seethes into your ear, the words laced with a possessiveness so raw and primal that it sends shivers down your spine. The tone, a stark departure from his usual demeanor, wraps around you like an invisible tether, anchoring you to the charged moment. 

A possessive declaration that ignites a primal response within, forcing you to stifle a moan, the sound caught between the desire to resist and the longing to surrender.

His hands, guided by an urgency born of desire, trace a tantalizing path down to your already soaked panties. In one fluid motion, he pulls them down to your trembling thighs, letting them pool at your weak knees. 

With a deliberate slowness, he withdraws, rising to his knees, and continues the journey, deftly pulling your panties the rest of the way off your shaking legs. Each deliberate movement is accompanied by a gentle stroke against your skin, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

A sensation courses through you, an involuntary response to the void that lingers within. 

Your pussy clenches and pulsates around emptiness, a physical echo of the desire that courses through your veins. In frustration, a plaintive moan escapes your lips, carrying the weight of unmet longing. 

“Kookie…” 

The name, whispered in the throes of need, becomes a desperate plea that hangs in the air, a tangible testament to the intimate connection teetering on the edge of fulfillment.

“Not you’re Kookie tonight, slut,”

Surprise flickers across your widened eyes, a sudden revelation that sends a jolt through your entire being. In the wake of this unexpected discovery, a fresh wave of arousal crashes over you, an electric current that ignites the dormant embers of desire. 

His fingers trace a tantalizing path, caressing the contours of your most intimate desires. The gentle touch hovers over your clit, sending a shiver through your entire being, and then glides down to your center. With a teasing finesse, he slips two fingers inside, eliciting an involuntary gasp that reverberates through the room. 

“Fuck!” 

The exclamation escapes your lips, a raw expression of the pleasure that courses through your awakened senses.

“That's it, slut. Let the world hear how good I'm making you feel,” he encourages in a husky whisper. His fingers maintain a relentless rhythm, pumping in and out of you with an already fast pace. The intimate connection deepens as he skillfully scissors you open between each deliberate thrust.

A sharp gasp escapes you as he skillfully inserts a third finger, and you can't help but squirm in response to the exquisite stretch. The sensation, a heady mix of pleasure and surrender, courses through you, leaving your body electric with desire. 

Another moan spills from your lips, a testament to the intoxicating pleasure he evokes. With a grip on the sheets above your head, your hands tense and release, palms pressing into the fabric as if trying to anchor yourself in the midst of the overwhelming sensations. 

Suddenly, his tongue finds its way to your clit, and he sucks on it with an intensity that leaves you breathless. The sensation is overwhelming, like a surge of pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body. 

Your senses are pushed to the brink, and it feels as if your body is teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The impending orgasm looms closer, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely. 

As the waves of pleasure crash over you, speech escapes you. Your mind, lost in the fog of ecstasy, struggles to process the sheer intensity of the pleasure he bestows upon you. 

The tension in your body becomes palpable, and you find yourself biting down on your bottom lip so hard that a metallic taste of blood fills your mouth. 

Tingles shoot through your entire being, a symphony of pleasure that crescendos to a point where something within you snaps, releasing a flood of euphoria that courses through your tummy and radiates outward.

His voice, dripping with anger, slices through the haze of pleasure that envelops you. 

“Did I say you could come?” he snarls, the words a harsh reminder of the power dynamics at play. 

As he withdraws his face, slick with the remnants of your orgasm, he thrusts his fingers into you with a relentless force, eliciting a gasp that dances on the edge of oversensitivity. 

“Fucking slut,” he sneers, the words laced with both contempt and desire. 

The sting of a spank against your thigh follows, a punishing gesture that reverberates through your body, and a moan spills from your lips in response. 

He's never shown this side of himself to you before, so unfiltered and raw, and damn, do you revel in it. 

The unabashed filthiness of his demeanor is like a magnetic force, drawing you in with an irresistible allure. It's unlike anything you've experienced together, and the sheer novelty of it ignites a wildfire of arousal within you. 

“Now,” his voice, dripping with a potent mix of desire and command, cuts through the charged air, “I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are.” 

The sting of another spank against your thigh punctuates his words, a visceral reminder of the newfound intensity in his demeanor. 

“And you can't come before I say so,” he adds with a fiery determination, his anger palpable in the air.

A nervous gulp reverberates through you, a visible ripple of anticipation. 

You meet his gaze and offer a hesitant nod, the unspoken agreement echoing in the charged silence. 

In that single nod, a myriad of unspoken emotions swirl – acquiescence, vulnerability, and a flicker of desire.

A new flood of wetness cascades over your pussy and inner thighs, an involuntary response to the intoxicating allure of his demeanor. 

The air crackles with the heightened arousal that courses through your veins, a tangible manifestation of the desire that he's ignited within you. Your body, attuned to the unspoken dance between you, betrays your arousal with an undeniable response. 

His presence, magnetic and commanding, fuels the wetness that coats you. As you steal a glance at him, you witness the telltale strain against his boxers, a silent testament to the desire that mirrors your own. 

He peels his boxers down, revealing his dick that springs free from its confinement, proudly asserting its presence against his lower stomach. 

In one swift motion, Jungkook discards his boxers, letting them fall haphazardly to the floor. 

The air crackles with anticipation as he seizes both of your thighs, spreading your legs with a commanding yet tender touch. 

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, a visible response to the mesmerizing sight of your glistening pussy.

He positions his throbbing cock at the entrance of your eager pussy, and you can feel the head of it teasingly dragging along the edges. 

The maddeningly slow dance between desire and fulfillment unfolds, drawing out the anticipation to an almost unbearable level. The intimate connection lingers, a tantalizing prelude that stretches on for what feels like an eternity, leaving you on the brink of frustration.

Satisfied with the teasing foreplay, he assertively presses his throbbing dick into the warmth of your tight walls. 

The initial intrusion sends shudders through your body, leaving you breathless. There's an urgency in his movements, a departure from the usual rhythm, as he relentlessly pushes in, denying you the luxury of time to adjust to his size. 

“You're so big–ah,” you moan, pleasure lacing your voice like a whispered surrender to the overwhelming sensations.

“You're unbelievably tight,” he gasps, his breath hitching with each powerful thrust. 

“But you're taking my cock so damn well.” 

His words, delivered in husky pants, echo the raw intensity of the moment. The pace quickens, and he begins to move in and out of you with an urgency that mirrors the fervor of your shared desire.

From the very first thrust, he unerringly finds your sweet spot, and a guttural moan escapes your lips. The impact sends waves of pleasure through your body, reducing you to putty beneath him. 

Your fingers instinctively dig into his strong biceps, seeking support in the whirlwind of sensation. His tattoos seem to come alive, a mesmerizing dance that mirrors the rhythm of his repeated, powerful thrusts.

The room echoes with the symphony of bodies colliding in a fervent dance. The audible percussion of his powerful thrusts creates a cacophony, filling the air with the heady sound of passion. 

The impact is so forceful that the bed creaks and shifts, colliding with the wall in a rhythm that resonates through the room. The raw and unbridled connection between you two manifests in every resounding slap, a testament to the intensity of the shared desire.

Embarrassment flits through your mind, a fleeting thought in the whirlwind of pleasure as a new wave of orgasmic bliss approaches. 

Yet, any inkling of self-consciousness is swiftly drowned in the overwhelming sensations that your devilish boyfriend is orchestrating. His actions are like a symphony of desire, commanding your full attention and rendering any potential embarrassment inconsequential in the face of the ecstasy unfolding.

“I'm coming,” you manage to gasp out, the words a fragile thread of awareness in the thick fog of arousal that clouds your mind. 

Your voice, a raw and unfiltered expression of ecstasy, punctuates the room, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

“Don't you dare!” he roars, the ferocity of his command slicing through the air. 

With a forceful thrust, he slams into you, eliciting a sharp yelp of pain that reverberates through the room. 

The initial shock subsides, swiftly replaced by an overwhelming surge of pleasure that eclipses the brief discomfort.

“I told you, you can only come when I say so,” he grunts, the command laced with a guttural intensity that reverberates through the air. 

His fingers dig harder into your hips, the pressure a tangible manifestation of his dominance. 

“Slut!” 

The word is spat out with a potent mix of desire and disdain, a dual-edge that cuts through the charged atmosphere.

Whimpers escape your trembling lips, the overwhelming sensations pushing you to the brink. It feels like an exquisite torture, each second an eternity as you teeter on the edge of release. 

Tears, unbidden, trace a delicate dance down your cheeks, a silent testament to the intoxicating mixture of pleasure and restraint.

The temptation to reach for your clit becomes almost unbearable, an instinctual need clawing at the edges of your self-control. 

But the knowledge that Jungkook will lose his carefully contained control if you succumb holds you back.

“Don't you dare moan Jimin's name again!” he roars, the anger in his voice adding a volatile edge to the atmosphere. 

His thrusts, already powerful, escalate to a frenetic pace, a manifestation of his furious control. The rhythmic collision of his balls against your pussy sends electric tingles of pleasure racing up your spine, an involuntary response that mirrors the tumultuous emotions in the room.

All that escapes your lips is a helpless whimper, a fragile sound that hangs in the air. 

The overwhelming sensations, a whirlwind of pleasure and surrender, leave you bereft of coherent words.

“You are mine and only mine,” he breathes into your ear, the words a seductive promise that sends shivers cascading down your body. In the intimate proximity, his voice takes on a possessive timbre, a declaration that resonates with a primal heat. 

“Say it, slut,” he commands, his hands embarking on an exploratory journey down your body until they find your breasts. 

A skilled twist of your nipples elicits a guttural moan from your lips, your back arching involuntarily. The sheer mastery with which he navigates your responses sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, making the impending struggle to hold back your orgasm even more challenging.

Your breaths come in ragged gasps, each inhalation a desperate attempt to anchor yourself in the whirlwind of sensation. 

Despite the overwhelming desire for that elusive release, you channel every ounce of willpower into holding back. 

The tantalizing promise of sweet release hovers just beyond your reach, a tempting beacon in the midst of the passion that threatens to consume you. 

If Jungkook keeps up with his dirty talk and the rhythmic cadence of his thrusts, the impending climax becomes an inevitable, intoxicating destination.

“I’m yours,” you manage to gasp between his relentless thrusts, “only yours.”

A pleased expression plays on his face as he gently caresses your cheek, his touch tender against the canvas of your heated skin. His finger traces over your red, bitten lip with a softness that contrasts starkly with the wild abandon of his thrusts, now growing more fervent by the moment. 

As his movements grow more intense, you find solace in the hope that he, too, is nearing the precipice of ecstasy.

“That's my good girl,” he coos in a taunting voice, the words a sensuous melody that weaves through the charged air. 

His hands, returning to your hips, serve as both an anchor and a testament to the connection between you two. 

“Fuck, I'm close,” he pants, the urgency in his voice mirroring the building crescendo of pleasure. The intimate confession hangs in the air, a raw declaration of vulnerability. 

“You're so damn tight,” he adds, his words a heady blend of desire and admiration. As beads of sweat gather at his hairline, tracing a tantalizing path down to your tummy your breath quickens.

“You're doing such a great job, so I'm gonna reward you,” he says with a strained voice, the promise of a reward hanging in the air like a tempting promise. 

The gradual deceleration of his thrusts makes you think he’s growing tired.

“You can come now,” he pants, the words a breathless command that echoes with the intensity of shared pleasure. 

With a particularly hard thrust, he sneaks one hand down to your clit, his touch igniting sparks of ecstasy as he begins to rub it in circular motions. 

Instantly, your body jolts off the bed, an electric surge coursing through every nerve. 

Your nipples, now achingly erect, stand as a testament to the heightened arousal that has seized you. 

In the throes of pleasure, you release the most obscene moan, a raw and unabashed sound that echoes through the room. 

It's downright pornographic, a symphony of ecstasy that paints the air with the unbridled passion of the moment.

Trembling, the waves of your orgasm ripple through your body like a tidal surge, from the core of your tummy to the very tips of your toes and fingertips. Your muscles, caught in the ecstatic spasms of pleasure, react to the euphoria coursing through you. In the throes of release, your body curls in on itself, a physical manifestation of the intense pleasure that has left you utterly captivated.

Jungkook's thrusts become a symphony of passion, each movement more erratic than the last, as you feel his dick twitch inside your pulsating pussy. 

The air is charged with anticipation, and in a climactic crescendo, he releases a deep, guttural moan, your name escaping his lips like a sacred mantra.

“You're mine,” he breathes, the possessive tone riding the wave of each subsequent thrust as he savors the last echoes of his orgasm. 

His words linger in the charged air, a declaration that reverberates through the room and resonates with the tender intensity of the moment. 

A surge of emotion courses through you, and you can't help but marvel at the profound depth of his claim, wondering how he could have ever entertained a different belief.

Both of you lay there, breathless, the aftermath of passion lingering in the air as he collapses beside you on the bed. 

“That was... different,” you begin, a light chuckle dancing in your voice as you reflect on the shared experience. 

He turns his head, fixing you with a gaze filled with wonder, and in that vulnerable moment, he asks, “the good or bad kind?”

“Good,” you hum in a pleased voice, the resonance of satisfaction woven into the sound. 

With a contented sigh, you snuggle deeper into his warm embrace, the weight of shared intimacy lingering in the air like a comforting embrace.

“But don't you dare choke me like that ever again!” you scold him, the anger palpable in the sting of your hand hitting his broad pectorals. 

“For a second, I thought you were going to kill me,” you assert in a stern voice, fixing him with an unwavering gaze. It's a moment of clarity, a line drawn in the aftermath of passion to communicate that his impulsive action was far from acceptable.

“I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me,” he breathes out in a slow and steady rhythm. In the dim room, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight seeping through the curtains, you can see his eyes glistening with remorse. 

The shadows dance around him, casting a poignant silhouette as he grapples with the weight of his actions.

“And how the fuck am I going to hide this damn bruise around my neck?” you exclaim, injecting a hint of mockery into your voice. Despite the lingering discomfort, you find a way to shift the atmosphere, attempting to move forward with a lighter mood.

“Make-up?” 

The word hangs in the air, accompanied by a shared chuckle that reverberates against his firm chest where your head rests. The idea of using makeup to conceal what is sure to be a vivid red and purple bruise in the morning seems both futile and amusing. 

Yet, there's a lighthearted acceptance in the laughter, a silent acknowledgment that this unexpected outcome doesn't overshadow the genuine connection shared.

You know deep down that he didn't mean to hurt you. There's a silent understanding that these moments of intensity are exceptions rather than the rule. 

As you lay there, contemplating the promise he made not to repeat such actions, a subtle determination lingers in the air. 

If, however unlikely, he breaks that promise, the unspoken agreement is clear — you'll kick his ass.

You skillfully concealed the bruise with a scarf, despite the summer heat outside. The thin fabric became a delicate shield, a secret shared between you and the material wrapped around your neck.

Almost a week has passed since that intense night, and your sweet and lovely Jungkook has gone above and beyond to express his apologies. 

Each day, he surprises you with thoughtful gestures—a homemade lunch, a meticulously prepared dinner, a drawn bath complete with your favorite movie and a glass of red wine. 

The list of his efforts seems endless. 

You find it endearing, although you can't help but think he doesn't need to try so hard.

It's been an exceptionally challenging week at work, grappling with unruly and disgruntled customers that seem to drain every ounce of your energy. 

The customer-friendly smile you diligently wear every day is wearing thin, the façade cracking under the weight of fatigue. 

Thankfully, the end of the week has arrived – a much-anticipated Friday. 

As you navigate through the final workday, you find solace in the prospect of a relaxing weekend awaiting you at home with your boyfriend.

As you insert the key into the lock of your shared apartment, a tantalizing aroma wafts through the air, instantly embracing you in the comforting warmth of a home-cooked meal. Could it be the savory allure of chicken bulgogi that tickles your senses? 

The enticing scent lingers, drawing you further into the heart of the space you both call home.

Guided by the enticing blend of sweet and spicy aromas, you step into the kitchen, where your boyfriend is immersed in the delicate art of preparing rice. 

The rhythmic sounds of culinary prowess fill the air, creating a harmonious backdrop. However, just as you begin to absorb the culinary symphony, an unexpected rustling emanates from the living room, causing you to cast a quizzical glance at Jungkook. 

“What was that?” you inquire, your curiosity piqued.

Rather than approaching Jungkook immediately, a sense of curiosity compels you to trace the source of the sound. 

As you move toward the living room, the unexpected appearance of Jimin catches you off guard. 

Your eyes widen, and a sudden stillness envelops you, freezing you in your tracks.

“Hello to you too,” Jimin chuckles, his warm smile working like a balm, easing the tension that had gripped your body. 

In his signature style, Jimin sports a plain white loose t-shirt paired with skin-tight black jeans, a combination that seems to be his go-to. 

Glancing back at your boyfriend, you can't help but notice the synchronicity—they're both dressed in identical outfits. 

A chuckle escapes you, amused by the frequent moments when they unwittingly end up matching.

“What brings you here, Jimin?” you inquire, returning to the kitchen. Jimin is busily arranging the table, deftly searching for glasses to complete the setup.

“Just hanging out,” Jimin smiles, effortlessly locating your wine glasses and elegantly setting them on the table.

“I invited him,” Jungkook's voice breaks the air behind you, and you respond with a knowing nod.

“Well, it's lovely to have you here,” you greet Jimin with a warm smile of your own. 

Turning your attention to both men, you offer, “Anything I can do to help?”

“Nah, just sit down and relax, sweetheart,” Jungkook insists, his attention momentarily on the sizzling chicken bulgogi. 

“You've had a stressful week, and we'll take care of you, don't worry.” 

With a gentle smile, you comply, taking a seat at the table. As you ponder what your boyfriend means by ‘we'll take care of you,’ a hint of defiance creeps in – you're more than capable of taking care of yourself, you scoff.

Jimin skillfully pops open a bottle of red wine, handed from Jungkook, and proceeds to pour the rich liquid into your glass, filling it halfway. 

He repeats the ritual with the glasses flanking yours. As he takes a sip, a chuckle escapes his lips, but there's an underlying nervousness that catches your attention. 

Why is he nervous? 

It's just you and Jungkook, after all. You've shared countless meals together.

As you pick up on Jimin's subtle nervous energy, it seems like the air around you has gained an unexpected weight, each passing second heightening the tension. 

Grateful for the distraction, you watch as Jungkook and Jimin finish preparing the dinner, the enticing aroma of chicken bulgogi permeating the room. 

Your love for anything barbecued intensifies, and when Jungkook hands you a bowl filled with rice and succulent bulgogi, you eagerly accept, your mouth watering in anticipation.

Nestled between Jimin and Jungkook, a pleasant silence envelops the dining table. 

The air is filled with the rich aroma of the delicious meal your boyfriend prepared, creating a sensory symphony that adds to the warmth of the moment. As you savor each bite of the scrumptious food and enjoy a sip of wine, you find comfort in the easy companionship shared between you and your friend. 

As you savor the succulent bites of chicken bulgogi, a sense of ease settles over the dinner table. The fragrant steam rises from the plates, mingling with the clink of cutlery against porcelain. 

Lost in the flavors, you're momentarily caught off guard when a gentle hand finds its place on your thigh. 

At first, you assume it's Jungkook, but both of his hands are immersed in the meal. 

Yet, as you glance to your left, Jimin appears engrossed in his own plate. 

Another unexpected squeeze to your thigh jolts you, leaving you mystified. 

Your eyes widen in surprise, and you can't help but wonder, what the heck is Jimin up to?

As you shoot Jimin stern glares, his attention remains frustratingly fixated elsewhere, completely indifferent to your silent warnings. 

Desperate for guidance, you shift your gaze toward Jungkook, hoping for a sign that he might catch on. 

However, it becomes apparent that he's oblivious to Jimin's subtle advances. 

Frustration wells within you as you grapple with the dilemma of how to address the situation without causing unnecessary tension.

Jimin's hand ventures further up your thigh, teetering on the edge of an intimacy that sends shivers cascading down your spine. 

Frustration and uncertainty knot in your stomach. 

Desperate to halt his advances, you clench your thighs together, silently pleading for him to retract without a spoken confrontation. 

Yet, your relief is short-lived as another pair of hands, unmistakably Jungkook's, seize your other thigh and coax your legs apart. 

Confusion sweeps over you, and you shoot a bewildered glance at your boyfriend. The room suddenly feels stifling, as if the temperature has skyrocketed, leaving you breathless and disoriented.

Jungkook's voice, laced with desire, urges, “Be a good girl, sweetheart,” his grip on your thigh tightening as he pulls it firmly against his own. 

Confusion still swirls in your mind, but any attempt to make sense of the situation is interrupted by Jimin's daring fingers, which find your clothed clit beneath the fabric of your dress. 

A soft moan escapes your lips, a vulnerable admission to the electric touch. The desire to close your legs intensifies, yet Jungkook remains insistent, parting them further. 

Closing your eyes, you summon the courage to meet your boyfriend's gaze. What you find are eyes—dark, blown out, brimming with a cocktail of lust, hunger, and a searing fire you've never witnessed before.

Jimin's fingers trace sinuous circles over your clothed clit, the damp fabric clinging uncomfortably to your skin, a silent testament to the arousal that courses through you. 

The inherent wrongness of the situation is overshadowed by the rapid response of your body to his touch. 

It's an electrifying paradox – the knowledge that this should be wrong only intensifies the pleasure that unfurls within you, forcing you to admit, even if just to yourself, that there's an undeniable allure in the forbidden.

He delicately tugs at the hem of your panties, his gaze seeking permission, and he softly breathes, “Can I?” 

The question hangs in the air, charged with anticipation, a silent request that lingers between desire and consent, creating a moment pregnant with the promise of what's about to unfold.

Your eyes dart to your boyfriend, a silent plea for permission, though deep down, you know it's already granted. The room is thick with anticipation, a swirl of confusion and desire. 

You're caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, unsure of how Jungkook is allowing Jimin to touch you this way. 

Yet, the undeniable heat pooling between your thighs pushes you past the confusion, craving the imminent release that hovers on the edge of reality.

Jungkook notices your internal struggle and, with a teasing glint in his eyes, urges you, “Use your words, sweetheart.” 

His voice is a husky whisper, adding to the charged atmosphere that crackles in the air. You feel the weight of his gaze, both demanding and encouraging, pushing you to vocalize the desires that dance on the tip of your tongue.

You gulp, the sound echoing in the charged silence that envelops you. The weight of the word you're about to say hangs in the air, heavy with consequences that could reshape the dynamics of your relationship with Jimin. 

“Yes.”

He moves swiftly, skillfully pulling your panties to the side and grazing his fingers over your pulsating core. 

The raw desire in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the telltale signs of your arousal. 

As he remarks, “Damn, she's already so wet,” you involuntarily clench around nothing, surrendering to the rising tide of pleasure. 

Your eyes close, and you throw your head back in the chair, lost in the sensations coursing through your body, momentarily forgetting the world around you.

Jungkook's deep hums and light chuckles resonate beside you, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your thigh as Jimin's skilled touch dances tantalizing circles on your clit. 

Your body becomes a paradox, simultaneously tense and pliant. 

Conflicting emotions surge within you—a cocktail of pleasure, guilt, and confusion. The dichotomy of their actions, the pleasure mingled with the unsettling reality that this is your friend, leaves you grappling with a tumultuous whirlwind of sensations. 

Their every touch sends sparks of desire through your conflicted body, a symphony of pleasure and moral questioning echoing in the room.

The wave of your impending orgasm crashes over you with an electrifying intensity, your breath catching in your throat as the sensation builds rapidly.

“I told you, Jimin,” Jungkook asserts, his gaze fixed on you, studying the way your body shivers. 

A sudden realization dawns upon you. 

Have they been discussing you? 

Confusion swirls within, yet a fresh surge of arousal grips you at the mysterious implication behind those words.

Jimin hums in agreement. 

“She's a slut,” Jungkook declares, his fingers exerting a firm squeeze on your thigh. 

The weight of the word hangs in the air, its impact sinking into the atmosphere, leaving you with a mix of discomfort and an unexpected thrill.

Shit. 

A whirlwind of conflicting emotions sweeps through you, leaving you both turned on and uncertain. The proximity of Jungkook, his breath gently caressing your ear, sends electric shivers down your spine, heightening the intensity of the moment.

His words, a seductive command, resonate in your ear, setting your senses ablaze. “Be a good girl and come Jimin's fingers,” he urges, coaxing a frustrated moan from your lips. 

Unsure of what to do with your hands, you grip the table, the anticipation of pleasure and the forbidden adding to the electrifying tension in the air.

With each expert stroke of Jimin's fingers, the tension within you builds, reaching an explosive climax that leaves you trembling. 

Your toes curl involuntarily, and you bite down on your lip to stifle the primal sound threatening to escape. 

As your essence spills out, forming a pool on the chair, you find yourself gasping for air, the aftermath leaving you dazed and questioning the whirlwind of sensations that just unfolded.

Jimin's fingers embark on a sensual journey, tracing the contours of your most intimate place, their skilled movements leaving a trail of heightened anticipation. 

With a deliberate motion, he slips a finger inside, retrieving a sample of your essence. 

A wicked gleam in his eyes, he withdraws his hand and seductively brings his coated digits to his mouth, savoring the taste of your arousal with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

An illicit wave washes over you as you witness the sinful spectacle. 

Your entire being shudders in response, caught between the allure of the forbidden and the intoxicating sensations that linger in the charged air.

“She tastes so sweet.” Jimin's husky voice cuts through the charged atmosphere as he licks his fingers with deliberate sensuality. 

The room hangs heavy with tension, and you can't deny the magnetic allure of his actions. It's not that you harbor romantic feelings for your friend, but you'd be lying if you claimed immunity to his undeniable attractiveness. 

The man is a vision of sin, wrapped in a package of irresistible allure, just like your loving boyfriend.

In an unexpected move, your boyfriend joins the sensual dance, his fingers seamlessly intertwining with Jimin's. 

Your body reacts with a jolt of surprise as Jungkook skillfully explores your most intimate places. 

Retrieving his fingers, he mirrors Jimin's actions, savoring the taste of your essence. 

The room pulses with an intoxicating blend of desire and anticipation, leaving you breathless and caught in the whirlwind of their shared seduction.

“Hmm, you're absolutely right,” he purrs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “A perfect little slut.”

As the waves of pleasure subside, a gentle haze settles over your mind, leaving you in a blissful, slightly dizzy afterglow.

His husky voice, dripping with satisfaction, caresses your ear as he murmurs, “Good girls get rewarded,” coaxing another helpless moan from your lips.

Jimin and Jungkook rise simultaneously, offering you each a helping hand, guiding you towards the sanctuary of your bedroom. 

The conflicting emotions swirl within you—this should be wrong, yet in the magnetic pull of their presence, it feels irresistibly right. 

As they lead you, a comforting certainty blossoms, especially in the ease of Jungkook's demeanor. His calculated assurance hints at a carefully planned orchestration, tailored just for you.

As they guide you towards the bed, a synchronized dance unfolds. 

Jimin skillfully unzips the back of your dress and bra, revealing the vulnerable canvas beneath, while Jungkook, with a tantalizing pull, descends your panties. The orchestrated unveiling leaves you exposed, a willing participant in the unfolding symphony of desire.

Naked vulnerability envelops you as you stand before them, a canvas awaiting the brushstrokes of a masterpiece. 

The uncertainty of the moment swirls around you like a tempest, and the uncharted territory of a threesome stirs a cocktail of nerves and arousal within you. 

Jungkook's apparent ease with the situation raises questions, casting a mysterious allure over the impending encounter.

“It’s okay princess. It’s just me. And Jimin,” his words wash over you like a soothing melody, a promise of tenderness in the midst of anticipation. 

The warmth in his eyes flickers with an unspoken promise, a shared secret between the three of you. 

As he hovers above you, a gentle chuckle dances through the air, a prelude to the uncharted journey ahead. 

“We're just going to take care of you, okay?” 

His voice, a lullaby of reassurance, invites you into the embrace of an unknown yet enticing adventure. You nod in agreement, the subtle taste of excitement mingling with the nervous bite of your lip, laying the foundation for what lies ahead.

“If there’s anything you don’t like, just say so.” 

As he speaks, an unwavering sincerity colors his words, a silent pledge to prioritize your comfort above all. The room becomes a canvas, painted with the shared vulnerability of this intimate encounter. 

As he stands, a subtle anticipation lingers in the air, setting the stage for what's to come. 

Your gaze instinctively falls, revealing a subtle bulge in his pants, a visual prelude to the unspoken desires in the room. 

In harmony, they both shed their layers, a symbolic unveiling that mirrors the unfolding intimacy. Jimin, stripped down to his boxers, gracefully enters the space above your head, a silhouette of desire against the backdrop of shared exploration.

Jungkook settles down on the floor and drags your body back down, so your ass is at the end of the bed. Giving him a perfect view of your dripping pussy, he licks his lips in anticipation. 

In a whisper of promise, Jungkook declares, “I'm going to get you nice and ready.” 

His tongue becomes a sensual artist, tracing an intricate path from your core to the delicate terrain of your clit. Your body quivers, a symphony of anticipation playing through your nerves. 

An instinct to shift on the bed is met with the unyielding strength of Jungkook's arms, firmly anchoring your thighs. 

The dance begins deliberately, a slow exploration that intensifies as two of his fingers join the exquisite journey, entering you with deliberate intent, creating a cadence that echoes the rising tempo of shared desire.

A soft moan escapes your lips as the sensation intensifies, and in the symphony of pleasure, you feel Jimin's warm hands caressing your cheeks, a gentle descent that maps the contours of your body until they reach your breasts. 

Your nipples, already responding to the charged atmosphere, stand erect beneath his touch, sending electric shivers through you.

As Jungkook quickens the pace of his fingers, delving in and out of you with a rhythmic precision, Jimin's lips trace a scorching path across your heated skin. 

The tender press of kisses ignites fires along your collarbones, leaving a trail of warmth that intensifies with every passing moment. 

Moving lower, he captures one nipple in his mouth, the contrast between the heated suction and the cool air sending thrilling sensations coursing through your body. 

The symphony of pleasure orchestrated by both men plays on, reaching new heights of fervor.

As your body arches slightly off the bed, a surge of pleasure courses through you, but Jungkook's firm grip keeps you anchored. 

With the addition of a third finger, a delicious stretching sensation sets in, intensifying the pleasure to new heights. His skilled attention on your clit persists, coaxing another orgasm to build, faster and more tantalizing than before. 

Your head becomes enveloped in a hazy cloud of ecstasy, and all you can do is surrender to the overwhelming waves of pleasure, expressing your bliss through unrestrained moans.

As Jimin decides he's lavished enough attention on the first nipple, he turns his focus to the other, taking it into his warm mouth and delicately tugging on the first one. The sensations are electrifying, an exquisite symphony of pleasure that envelops your senses. 

Each touch, each movement sends waves of ecstasy through your body, and in this moment, everything becomes an intoxicating blend of pleasure that leaves you utterly captivated.

Gasping, you confess, “I'm going to come again.” 

The intensity of pleasure courses through your body, causing your toes to curl and your stomach and pussy to clench in anticipation. The sensations are overwhelming, a symphony of ecstasy that leaves you teetering on the edge of blissful release.

In the throes of your release, Jungkook sucks passionately on your clit, sending shivers through your body. 

Simultaneously, Jimin bites down on your nipple, a teasing sensation that adds an electrifying edge to your pleasure. 

The combination is so intense that you can't help but feel like you'll get whiplash if they maintain this electrifying rhythm.

Jungkook's husky voice pierces through the haze of pleasure. 

“That's it, my good slut” he murmurs, maintaining a slow and deliberate pace with his fingers, syncing perfectly with the waves of your ebbing orgasm. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, and the edges of your vision blur as the intensity of the experience takes hold.

Jimin's appreciative words glide over your heightened senses. 

“She's incredibly responsive,” he observes, his hands skillfully teasing and massaging your breasts. Every touch sends shivers down your spine, amplifying the electrifying sensations that ripple through your body.

Your breaths come in frantic bursts, struggling to match the rhythm set by the two men. 

“Are you good?” Jungkook looks at you, his face glistening with your shared intimacy, an irresistible blend of passion and desire. 

His question hangs in the air, a subtle reminder that you're at the center of this whirlwind, and your response will fuel the flames of the already scorching atmosphere.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” 

The room crackles with an unspoken tension as your boyfriend rises, his boxer-clad arousal on full display. The subtle play of shadows across the fabric highlights every contour, a palpable promise of the passion about to unfold. 

Your gaze locks onto the prominent bulge, a visual cue that sets your pulse racing and stirs a magnetic attraction.

“I want to watch Jimin fuck you,” his words hang in the air, a daring proposition that sends a jolt of surprise through you. 

You glance at your boyfriend, questioning the audacity of such a suggestion. 

As he positions you in front of Jimin, the atmosphere thickens with an alluring tension.

Uncertainty blends with a heady anticipation, leaving you on the edge of curiosity and excitement. 

Would he really allow that? 

The room pulses with a forbidden thrill, an uncharted territory that beckons you to explore its depths.

His gaze meets yours, a mischievous spark dancing in his eyes. Before you can voice your confusion, he begins to unravel the tantalizing plan. 

“I want to watch Jimin take care of you,” he says with a wicked grin, sending a thrill down your spine. 

The unexpected proposal hangs in the air, leaving you both intrigued and slightly uneasy. As the gravity of his words sinks in, a rush of forbidden excitement courses through you.

In that moment, his kiss holds the weight of unspoken promises and secret desires. His lips, firm and demanding, leave you breathless and eager for more.

“Just like you've dreamt about,” he murmurs, his words a delicious blend of command and invitation. 

The air is charged with anticipation as you delve into a realm where fantasies transform into reality, and the boundaries between dreams and waking moments blur into an irresistible dance.

You gently cup his face in your hands, your touch a soothing balm to the storm within him. 

“You know they don't mean anything, Kook,” you reassure, your eyes locked onto his. 

In that intimate exchange, you share a silent understanding that transcends spoken words. Your love is an anchor, grounding him amidst the tempest of insecurities, and the depth of your connection speaks louder than any fleeting doubts.

His words hang in the air, a provocative promise that sends a thrilling shiver down your spine.

“No, none of that. When you dream like a slut, you're gonna get fucked like one,” he declares with a confident smirk, beckoning Jimin to step closer. 

The air is charged with anticipation as you gulp, fully aware that the night is about to unravel into an uncharted territory of pleasure and desire. 

The magnetic pull between you and the two men intensifies, creating an atmosphere where inhibitions fade away, leaving room only for the raw, unbridled passion that awaits.

Jimin confidently takes Jungkook's place, his sculpted physique accentuated by the dim glow of the room. 

Clad in nothing but boxers, a potent bulge strains against the fabric, hinting at the intense desire beneath. The air becomes charged with the unspoken promise of ecstasy, and you find yourself captivated by the raw allure emanating from Jimin's form. 

His eyes lock onto yours, a mischievous glint dancing within, as if he's ready to embark on an exhilarating journey through the realms of pleasure with you.

Your eyes briefly meet your boyfriend's, seeking reassurance and confirmation in the midst of this daring scenario. 

His expression, a mix of approval and anticipation, tells you everything you need to know. 

With a subtle nod, he grants his unspoken consent, fueling the intensity of the moment. The dynamics shift as Jimin steps forward, his presence commanding attention, and the unspoken agreement between the three of you creates a charged atmosphere, leaving you eager to explore the uncharted territories of pleasure.

“Just warm me up a bit before I fuck you, pretty,” 

Jimin's gaze intensifies, pupils dilating with raw desire, and as he discards the last barrier between his arousal and the impending encounter, his words drip with both seduction and anticipation. 

His request, a tantalizing promise of the passion about to unfold, hangs in the air like an electrifying prelude to an intimate symphony. 

As you grab Jimin's dick, you're captivated by the velvety warmth beneath your fingertips. 

His shorter, girthier form seems to pulse with its own heartbeat, a tangible embodiment of the passion that simmers between you. The weight of anticipation hangs in the air, and your mind becomes a canvas for vivid fantasies of the sensations he might evoke. 

Lost in the rhythm of your own movements, you inadvertently drift into a world where the imminent encounter promises both intensity and ecstasy, leaving you blissfully unaware of the passing moments.

As Jimin grins with a hint of mischief, he reassures you with a low, soothing voice, “It's alright, we'll take our time.” 

His anticipation mirrors yours, and as you guide him into your hand, you find a newfound focus. With a subtle yet daring move, you moisten his throbbing length with a well-timed spit, creating an intimate connection that heightens the shared desire between you. 

As Jungkook positions himself behind you, a wave of anticipation courses through your body. 

His lips graze your neck, teasingly gentle, before he surprises you with a nibble that ignites a delicious shiver down your spine. The sensation lingers as he moves to suck on the tender spot, claiming it as his own. 

His actions are both possessive and tender, a contrast that electrifies your senses. Each deliberate movement on your neck serves as a tantalizing prelude, building the atmosphere of shared desire between you.

Jimin swiftly decides that your warm-up has served its purpose, though truth be told, the urgency in his demeanor suggests he was ready from the start. His arousal is palpable, a testament to the anticipation that has been building between you.

“On all fours, pretty,” in a delicate dance of desire, Jimin guides you onto all fours with a firm yet gentle touch. 

The shift in position unveils a vulnerability that sends a shiver down your spine. As you face your boyfriend, the air thickens with a mix of anticipation and shared intimacy. His gaze, filled with both love and arousal, provides a reassuring anchor in this uncharted territory.

On hands and knees, your ass is presented to Jimin, a canvas for the desires that linger in the room. The contrast between the tender smile your boyfriend offers and the hungry gaze in Jimin's eyes creates a captivating tension.

“Condom?” 

In response to Jimin's inquiry, Jungkook moves with purpose, delving into the contents of your nightstand. 

From its depths, he retrieves a condom—an unexpected addition to your usual routine. 

In your five years with Jungkook, such precautions were seldom necessary, relying instead on the reliability of birth control and the familiarity that time had etched into your relationship. 

Yet, in this charged moment, the condom becomes a symbol of caution, a tangible acknowledgment of the unexpected twist this night has taken. 

As Jungkook hands it to Jimin, the air hums with a blend of curiosity and arousal. The foil tears open with a promise, and the unrolling of the condom onto Jimin's dick echoes with a subtle shift in the dynamics.

Jimin's hands cradle the curves of your ass, his touch both tender and possessive. 

His eyes, filled with concern and desire, lock onto yours, seeking affirmation in the depths of your gaze.

“Are you good? Is it okay?” he asks, his voice a breathy murmur that hangs in the charged air. The weight of the question adds a layer of intimacy, as if he's not only seeking permission for the physical act but also ensuring the well-being of your emotions in this uncharted territory.

You nod, a silent agreement, your breath hitching with a mix of anticipation and reassurance.

“You have to use your words, sweetheart, otherwise Jimin isn’t going to fuck you.” 

He whispers, his warm breath caressing your skin. Jungkook's touch on your cheek is feather-light, a stark contrast to the weight of his words that hang in the charged atmosphere. His fingers, tracing the contour of your lips, carry a subtle demand for your verbal affirmation.

“I’m ready.”

As you close your eyes, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions dances in the darkness behind your lids. 

The journey you've embarked upon feels like an irreversible tide, sweeping away the boundaries you once held dear. The nagging sense of wrongness, a lingering echo of societal norms, clashes with the electric current of desire coursing through your veins. 

In this twilight of uncertainty, you ponder the enigma that is your boyfriend's decision to share you with a friend. 

The possessiveness that usually defines him has given way to a new, uncharted territory of shared pleasure. It's a paradoxical blend of arousal and apprehension, and you can't help but wonder how deep this rabbit hole goes.

As Jimin's throbbing cock meets the threshold of your entrance, a charged moment hangs in the air. 

His fingers gently part your cheeks, creating a canvas for the intimate dance about to unfold. The anticipation builds with each tantalizing tease, as the velvet heat of his head grazes your most intimate space, leaving a trail of heated promises. 

With a deliberate slowness, Jimin breaches the sanctuary of your warmth. The gradual descent of his hardness into the depths of your essence paints a vivid picture of shared intimacy. 

As Jimin delves deeper into the cavern of your pussy, a symphony of sensations reverberates through your being. Your moans, a harmonious melody, intertwine with the rhythm of your shared breaths. 

With each inch he claims, you instinctively brace against Jungkook's hips, seeking grounding amidst the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Jimin's girth, an uncharted territory, tests the limits of your accustomed boundaries. 

Yet, the abundant slickness of desire acts as a lubricated guide, easing the journey into an intoxicating dance of connection. The initial stretch, a transient discomfort, is eclipsed by the growing pleasure, a testament to the fluidity of passion and the resilience of your desire-soaked essence.

“Fuck she’s tight!” 

His husky exclamation punctuates the charged air, echoing the tight embrace your core provides. A transient pause follows, as he relishes the depth of connection achieved. In the subsequent languid retreat, every inch of his withdrawal sends tremors of anticipation through your form.

With an emphatic thrust, he surges back into you, a forceful rhythm established from the outset. The intensity of his movements forces your head to bow, a testament to the powerful impact that each plunge delivers. 

The heightened depth of penetration elicits a cascade of sensations, a symphony of pleasure and surrender that resonates with each successive collision.

In the throes of passion, you're a symphony of moans and pants, completely undone by Jimin's fervent movements within you. The intensity of the experience has you lost in a haze of pleasure. 

Just when you think the sensations couldn't escalate any further, you sense Jungkook adjusting his position, a silent promise of more to come.

His gaze on you is intense, devouring every nuance of your response as if committing it to memory. The dark, lustful hunger in his eyes is unmistakable, mirroring the rhythm of Jimin's thrusts. With a seductive confidence, he begins stroking himself, amplifying the erotic spectacle. 

As Jimin continues to plunge into you with a relentless rhythm, you steal a glance at your boyfriend, whose eyes are locked on the explicit scene before him. 

The realization hits you like a tidal wave — he's not just allowing this; he's reveling in the erotic image unfolding in front of him. 

The unexpected turn of events has you reflecting on the twists and turns of desire, leaving you in awe of the unfolding passions that have brought you to this surreal moment.

Inching closer, Jungkook traces a teasing path along your cheek with his finger, a silent invitation. The tension in the room heightens as you catch his unspoken request. Sensing the anticipation, you willingly part your lips, ready for the intimate connection that's about to unfold.

As you take him into your mouth, a soft moan escapes his lips, and he praises you, “That's a good girl.” 

The warmth of your mouth, combined with the intimate act, elicits a hiss of pleasure from him. 

As Jimin maintains the rhythm of his rapid thrusts, a low hum escapes his lips, a primal sound that resonates with the intensity of the moment. “Yeah.”

Jungkook's voice, laced with desire, breaks through the heated air as he urges you, “Just know who you belong to.” 

His words hang in the room, a possessive reminder of the intimate connection shared between you two. As he fights to restrain himself, the anticipation builds, heightening the intensity of the moment before you take him into your mouth again.

His concern echoes in your ears as Jungkook whispers, “Say if it's too much, and we can stop anytime.” 

The sincerity in his voice reflects a genuine care for your comfort, creating a tender contrast to the passionate atmosphere that surrounds you. It's a reminder that, despite the intensity, your boundaries are respected and valued.

As you hum in agreement, the vibrations from your mouth send a tantalizing sensation through Jungkook's cock, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from him. 

“You’re taking me so well, pretty,” in the midst of the intense pleasure, Jimin's praise resonates in the air, heightening the sensations. 

As you clench around him in response, the struggle to balance Jimin's relentless pace and attending to Jungkook's needs becomes apparent. 

Feeling the need to address the moment, you pop off Jungkook’s dick, a breathless pause hanging in the air before you speak.

“Please fuck my mouth,” as your plea for more intensifies, your eyes lock with your boyfriend's, a mixture of desire and need reflected in your gaze. 

Without a second thought, he responds eagerly, thrusting his dick back into your mouth, the air filled with the sounds of your shared passion and the unrestrained symphony of pleasure unfolding.

“Such a dirty slut,” as the explicit words tumble from his lips, your senses are heightened, the raw intensity of the moment swirling around you. 

Each forceful thrust sends shivers down your spine, a delicate dance between pleasure and a hint of pain. 

Tears glisten in your eyes, a testament to the overwhelming sensations that threaten to consume you. Your jaw aches, but you persevere, determined to please him and surrender to the ecstasy of the shared experience.

As the intensity of their movements builds, you find yourself caught in a whirlwind of desire, surrendering to the rhythmic chaos they orchestrate. 

The speed and force leave you breathless, and you resign yourself to the overwhelming pleasure they provide. Your gaze flickers upward, connecting with your boyfriend's eyes, which mirror a cocktail of desire and ecstasy. His furrowed brow betrays the impending climax, a visual symphony playing out as you navigate the tempestuous pleasure they bestow upon you.

As Jimin's breath intertwines with the rhythm of your collective passion, you notice a subtle deceleration in his movements. Each pant resonates with the echoes of desire, a brief respite in the storm of sensations that engulf you. 

“Fuck. I’m not gonna last long,” as Jimin's fervent pace quickens, his ragged breaths become a symphony of impending release. 

The slap on your ass, a visceral punctuation to his words, reverberates through the room.

As you moan, the vibrations reverberate through Jungkook's throbbing length, intensifying the sensations for both of you. 

An overwhelming sense of fullness consumes you, your senses heightened as the anticipation of another impending orgasm courses through your entire being. It's a crescendo building within, promising an intense release that echoes the passion-filled moments leading up to it. 

Your body, already well-acquainted with pleasure tonight, braces itself for the impending explosion of ecstasy, ready to succumb to the relentless waves of bliss.

“Are you gonna come soon, pretty?” 

Jimin's voice, a seductive whisper in your ear, heightens the tension in the room. 

Your response, a throaty moan around your boyfriend's cock, sends a clear signal of the impending release building within you. 

Jungkook, caught in the throes of passion, improvises by gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail, a gesture both possessive and intimate, “I think that was a yes, Jimin.”

In the heat of the moment, your body responds instinctively to Jimin's touch. 

As his skilled finger traces enticing circles around your clit, you arch your back, a silent plea for more. The pleasure becomes an overwhelming crescendo, pushing you to the brink. 

It's a delicate dance on the precipice of ecstasy, and every stroke of Jimin's finger feels like it might be the one to tip you over the edge. The tension builds, and you're left teetering on the verge, caught between desire and the imminent release that hovers just out of reach.

In the throes of passion, Jungkook's hands explore your body with an intimate familiarity. His touch is both possessive and tender as he effortlessly finds your breasts. 

A surge of pleasure courses through you when he pinches both of your nipples simultaneously, intensifying the sensations that already have you on the edge. In that moment, it's as if every nerve ending in your body is attuned to his every movement, creating a symphony of desire that leaves you breathless and yearning for more.

“Mmmhpf!” your scream morphs into a muffled mon as Jungkook's sizable cock fills your mouth completely, stifling any coherent sound. The sensation is overwhelming, the weight and heat of him stretching your limits.

Your body trembles, legs threatening to give way as an electrifying current courses through you. Gratefully, Jimin secures a firm grip on your hips, ensuring your stability as he relentlessly fucks into you. 

“Fuck!” he exclaims, the raw intensity of the moment etched across his face as you continue to pulsate around him.

Jungkook continues to stroke your cheeks, a mixture of tenderness and dominance, as he relentlessly takes control of your mouth. 

“Such a good girl,” his words echo through the fog of pleasure and the deafening symphony of sensations. 

The ringing in your ears intensifies, drowning out the world around you. 

If your eyes were open, the overwhelming intensity might blind you, yet behind closed lids, your vision blurs, and you surrender to the whirlwind of ecstasy that consumes every inch of your being.

“Where do you want me to come?” Jimin's ragged breaths are punctuated by the question that hangs in the air, sending a shiver down your spine. 

His words, a sultry request, echo through the room, leaving you with a sense of anticipation that lingers in the charged atmosphere.

“On her ass,” Jungkook’s words cut through the heated haze, a directive that adds a new layer of intensity to the already fervent atmosphere. 

The command is uttered with a possessive authority, leaving no room for hesitation. 

As the waves of ecstasy gradually recede, your senses awaken to a heightened state of sensitivity. Every touch, every brush of air against your skin becomes an electrifying caress. 

The aftermath of pleasure leaves you in a vulnerable state, your body still pulsating with the residual echoes of pleasure. 

As Jimin withdraws from the intimate space of your pussy, a sense of emptiness lingers momentarily. 

The subtle sounds of the discarded condom hitting the floor echo the intensity of the moment just shared. 

Then, a tender touch graces your curves as Jimin's hand and warmth retrace the contours of your skin. The rhythmic strokes against his own arousal paint a vivid soundscape, creating a sensual symphony in the dimly lit room. 

The culmination of his pleasure manifests in a cascade of white, anointing your skin in an intimate ritual. His gentleness, juxtaposed against the raw intensity that preceded, leaves you suspended in a fragile moment of post-climactic intimacy.

As Jimin relinquishes the reins, he utters a breathy proclamation, “She's all yours.” 

Seated with an aura of confident dominance, his gaze becomes a spectator to the captivating scene unfolding before him. Your body, an exquisite canvas of desire, moves to the rhythm of Jungkook's fervent thrusts. 

In the symphony of moans and erratic breaths, Jungkook's voice cuts through the air like a possessive crescendo. 

“Always was, always will be,” he declares, his words saturated with a possessiveness that hangs thick in the room. 

The intensity of his thrusts, the raw edge in his voice, and the audacity of sharing you with another - it all collides, creating a complex tapestry of desire and dominance. 

It's a moment that begs the question: how did this man, usually unwavering in his ownership, allow another to partake in this intimate dance with you?

As Jungkook withdraws, his release splatters across your face, a sudden, unexpected warmth that catches you off guard. 

It's a deviation from the anticipated script, but the unpredictable nature of the act only adds to the charged atmosphere. The mixture of surprise and satisfaction dances across your features, leaving a visual echo of the intimate exchange that just transpired. 

As the remnants of their passion linger on your flushed skin, Jungkook's husky voice pierces the air. 

“Such a good slut,” he commends, his fingers tracing a path from your face down to your parted lips, smearing the evidence of his cum into your warm mouth. It's a bold assertion, a tangible connection that blurs the lines between pleasure and possession.

Exhaustion washes over you like a gentle wave, pulling you into the depths of relaxation. The weight of your spent body sinks into the bed, every muscle tingling with a satisfying ache. 

Your eyelids surrender to the soothing darkness, shutting out the remnants of a night that pushed the boundaries of pleasure. 

As you recline in the afterglow, the room echoes with the melody of your contented moans—a symphony of fulfillment. 

Soft warmth caresses your skin, pulling you gently from the depths of slumber. 

The sensation on your face and ass registers—two warm towels, meticulously sweeping away the remnants of a heated encounter.

Jungkook's careful touch graces your face, tenderly gliding over delicate features, while Jimin mirrors the gesture below, cleansing away the traces of their shared passion.

Gentle hands guide you, rolling your body onto your back, a synchronized ballet of care. 

They delicately part your legs, like pages in a book, unveiling the aftermath of shared desire. 

Your voice, a tender moan, escapes in response to their comforting touch, an involuntary melody that lingers in the air—a testament to the intimacy woven into this moment of post-passion tenderness.

Jungkook's voice, a soft caress, breaks through the hazy aftermath. 

“Hi, princess,” he murmurs, his words a gentle acknowledgment of the shared journey. The tenderness in his tone weaves a comforting cocoon around you, a warmth that lingers in the air. 

“You did so good,” he adds, his praise a soothing balm to the vulnerability that lingers after the storm of passion.

Beside him, Jimin hums in agreement, a low vibration that echoes the lingering intimacy in the room. 

“Want to take a shower?” his proposal lingers in the air, a suggestion weighted with the promise of cleansing away not just the physical residue but also the shared moments of illicit pleasure. 

As he glances between you and Jungkook, a silent consensus seems to pass, the unspoken agreement palpable in the subtle nods that bridge understanding between the three of you.

With words caught in the aftermath of passion, you resort to a nod – a subtle affirmation that echoes the complexity of emotions swirling within you.

“We can clean you up better there,” Jungkook says as they lead you towards the bathroom, a sanctuary where water promises both cleansing and renewal, you find yourself caught in the juxtaposition of sensations. 

Their touch, once a tempest of passion, now guides you with a tenderness that belies the intensity that transpired moments ago.

As you navigate the path to the bathroom, a surreal blend of emotions courses through you. 

Physically, you're aware of the lingering sensations, a testament to the shared moments that unfolded. 

However, beyond the tangible, there's a current of emotions, complex and uncharted. 

The paradox of feeling overwhelmed and yet fulfilled creates a tapestry of conflicting sentiments. 

The uncertainty that shrouds the future of your relationship with Jungkook and the dynamics with Jimin remains, but for now, in the cocoon of the present, there's an undeniable aura of bliss, an amalgamation of love and adoration that fills every inch of your being.

What do you think? It got a lot longer than I expected, sorry. I can't write anything short...

[starlightkun]

https://twitter.com/smoldejuns/status/1706302164061262004?s=19

ASS HOLE KUN? KUN WITH ASS HOLE JEANS?! LOWER ASS CHEEK?!

i do think holes in jeans like right below the ass cheeks is really cute (especially on girls 🫣🤪) and thats what i thought this was gonna be cause i read the tweet before looking at the images but the way people are like SIR WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES when its just the back of his thigh is really funny to me. the gentle teasing reminds me of marks "not-ripped" white pants as well lmao

also NO we are not tired of the stargazing dates they're so romantic and sweet and genuine i feel very strongly about this

also i do agree now thinking about it that dryad hyuck would be so tired after strawbs sunday woo and pupsick jeno AND tdhea jisung that the moment y/n or sungchan even TRY pretending to be oblivious hyuck is pulling out a gun

also “there’s so little literature on half-werewolves, it’s a fascinating opportunity to get hands-on experience and research— hey taro why are you running away i haven’t even told you about my thesis question yet” has me CACKLING omg. theres so many opportunities with mcs student characters and their magic s/os for them to have the most uncomfortable conversations about their s/os "anatomy😏😏😏" under the guise of education with their friends. or for like drmagic, i just thought of renjun straight up sniffing reader to see if he can smell any salt or fishiness (like when renjun sniffed jeno and asked if he put on a new cologne and jeno went "its the scent of my flesh" or that other time renjun sniffed hyuck and asked if he had samgyeopsal) and reader being really fucking offended by it (cause rival dynamics yaknow) and slapping him for girlboss reasons

im also really excited for phantasmagorical now that youve been hyping it up! no hurry of course but i didnt know what to expect from the short description in your masterlist. that and the fact that ive buried myself face first into the strawbs sunday universe for the past 2 months

im so glad i made you laugh with my loserboy sungchan impression! i hope you're having a good day lovely!!!!!

-✨anon

not my mans whorin himself out out here and then being offended when we notice 😭😭 like bestie what did you expect when u posed like that in those pants and posted it for NCTZENS(WEISHENNIES). also my eye is twitching rn btw . having a not fine and so unchill time in my office at work currently looking at this pic. u send this to me and expect me to??? send emails after this??????

also ur "especially on girls 🤪" a fellow women enjoyer i see 😌💅

n there's somethin abt stargazing dates that just get me ok 🤧 like wanting to share the universe w someone 🤧🤧 makes me bawl like a baby idk what to say 🤧🤧🤧

and not renjun just sniffing all of his friends constantly 😭😭 he keeps track of the lunar cycle in his phone for jeno but one day pupsick mc is out of town so jeno was seeking out head scratches from other sources n renjun gets a sniff in and is like???? ur woodsy already?? but the full moon isnt for another week? and jeno is like "DUDE WHAT THE FUCK GET OFF ME" (in reality jeno was laying on renjun's lap but yknow) but rlly jeno was just angsty from missing pupsick mc so it was moving his pre-shift up (pupsick mc comes back in a couple days so the guys dont have to deal w a pupsick jeno again, thank god)

strawbsunday universe renjun confirmed weirdo but nobody is surprised. also. he would kind of be into it if dr.magic reader slapped him im not sorry that IS canon

and i DO need to update that description of phantasmagorical on my mlist now that i've got a better handle on the plot than before lmao

im having a great day, i hope u r too b <33