#and then was so shocked at water being $5 and saying it was a rip off and saying there’s a water foundation outside instead FFFFF

[sungwoonha]

went to kcon yesterday

[sturnioloskyline]

flu season

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: illness, crying, language, sickening fluff(get it?)

summary: you get the flu and don’t tell matt, so he gets worried takes things into his own hands

being sick sucks. no one knew that bettter than y/n, who was currently buried under blankets on her couch in her apartment in la. this morning she woke up sweating with a pounding headache and an inability to breathe through the congestion in her nose.

she called in sick to work and stayed in bed until noon before mustering up enough strength to get up and make a cup of ramen noodles. she then settled to watch a movie on the couch, where she ended up falling asleep.

not far away, matt nervously chewed on the skin in his cheek as he stared at his phone. he had sent 5 texts to his girlfriend today, none of them having received a response.

matt knew this meant something was wrong, because usually y/n would text him a sweet “good morning” the second she started her day. they weren’t fighting, at least that matt knew of, so of course matt was sent into a anxious spiral over the lack of responses from his girlfriend.

finally, matt ripped his eyes away from the screen, walking over to the kitchen where his two brothers were standing, giggling to each other. matt ignored them and grabbed his car keys from the counter, immediately catching the other triplets’ attention.

“matt, where are you going?” chris whined.

“y/n’s.” matt quickly replied, stuffing the keys into his pocket and heading for the garage. chris and nick immediately looked to each other in worry at the expression on their brother’s face.

“is everything okay?” nick asked matt cautiously.

“i don’t know, she isn’t responding to any of my texts,” matt rambled, putting on his shoes. “i’m just gonna go make sure she’s okay.”

matt rushed out the door before his brothers could say anything else. he got in his car and began driving over to y/n’s place. he chewed on his lip nervously as he drove, his anxiety only growing the longer he didn’t hear from y/n.

after what seemed like hours, matt parked outside y/n’s apartment building and made his way home to her front door. he rang the doorbell immediately and stepped back to wait for her.

inside the apartment, y/n jolted awake at the sound of her doorbell ringing. her head was throbbing in pain, her throat was scratchy, and the air in her living room felt ten times colder than it was when she fell asleep. she got up from her nest on the couch and shivered, grabbing one of the blankets and wrapping it around herself.

the doorbell rang again, creating a sense of urgency as y/n tried to compose herself somewhat for whoever could be ringing her doorbell and disrupting her afternoon. she struggled to the door, messing with the lock weakly before finally swinging the door open.

“y/n,” matt sighed in relief immediately as y/n opened the door.

“matt?” y/n croaked out in shock. heat rose to her cheeks. she hadn’t invited matt over, and was unprepared for him to see her. matt and y/n had only been dating for a while, and she had never been sick around her ever. “what are you doing here?”

“i needed to see if you were okay. are you okay?” matt asked, his face scrunching slightly with worry once again as his eyes scanned over y/n’s pale face.

y/n didn’t know if it was the shock of her boyfriend showing up to her apartment, the embarrassment she felt from her sickly look, or how miserably sick she felt, but suddenly her eyes watered and her lip trembled as she shook her head at matt.

“oh, baby,” matt whispered, stepping into the apartment and wrapping his arms around y/n.

she immediately melted into his arms, a weight on her shoulders lifted as matt locked the door behind him and held y/n in his arms in silence. tears streamed down her cheeks as she sniffled into his jacket. matt leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

“wanna sit down?” matt asked as y/n’s cries softened. y/n simply nodded, letting matt lead her back to the couch. when the sat down, matt wrapped one arm around y/n frame, letting her lean into him. “what’s wrong?”

“i caught the flu.” y/n sniffed, rubbing her sore eyes. “i feel like shit.”

“i’m sorry baby,” matt whispered into y/n’s hair, letting his fingertips graze up and down her arm.

“i’m sorry you have to deal with this,” y/n mumbled, suddenly shy of matt seeing her with her messy hair and in t-shirt and sweats.

“you have nothing to be sorry about,” matt scoffed, bringing his hand to her cheek and tilting her head up to place a soft peck on her lips. as if sensing her insecurity, matt giggled “you look so pretty right now.”

y/n blushed and leaned impossibly further into matt’s arms. “can you stay here with me?”

“of course,” matt spoke softly, pulling y/n closer to his chest. a few minutes later, y/n’s breathing slowed, and matt looked down at her head buried in his chest.

“babe?” matt whispered. y/n didn’t respond. matt smiled at his girlfriend’s sleeping figure before reaching over to grab one of the blankets from the couch and draping it over both of their bodies. matt leaned his face down to kiss the top of y/n’s head, before letting his own eyes flutter shut.

…

author’s note: pls don’t bully me this is my first try! i literally have never written on tumblr before and i haven’t written in like 2 years anyways, so. but if u have any advice or want a part 2 pls let me know!!!!!! OK BYE

[cheolhub]

sarrrrrrr🩷 happy bday to cheolhub!!! you are fr one of my favourite accounts on here. i always get so happy seeing ur name pop up on the dash whdjshsjs, i hope you’re doing well & drinking your water & looking after yourself 🫶

coulddddd i possibly req ❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜ & precious vernon for your event? 🫶

8:01 p.m. – hansol vernon chwe

prompt. “let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up.”

wc. 2k+ 

warnings. unprotected sex for the first time, creampie, saying ‘i love you’ during sex, pet names [baby], a very needy couple ^^!!! — MINORS DNI 18+

note. j u are too sweet im gonna cry !!! thank you thank you thank you !!! i love u sm, i hope u like this >< i’ve been wanting to write vernon a lot recently so i went a little bit overboard with this one,,,, and it’s not my best so i apologize bsgsgs [not proofread, kinda rushed]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ join the birthday bash!  ࿐ྂ

hansol vernon chwe has never been one for public displays of affection. any type of affection– kissing, hugging, holding hands, etc. it’s just awkward. it always is and he’d rather keep it to himself. keep you to himself.

and vernon is usually so patient when it comes to his hunger for you. he’s so virtuous and so composed. it’s admirable, really. but there are nights, like this one in particular, where he just wants to sink his teeth into you and mercilessly fuck you into the mattress. 

these nights don’t come by very often. they rarely ever do, honestly. he only thinks tonight is different because he hasn’t touched you in over a week. there was no real reason for it, you just kept missing each other due to your taxing schedules. 

so you planned a date on a night that you knew you were both free. something nice, giving you an excuse to doll yourself up for your boyfriend. 

you did exactly that and vernon’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he picked you up from your apartment. he thought you looked so fucking pretty. you looked so pretty gazing out the window in the passenger seat of his car. you looked so fucking pretty when you kindly laughed at the waiters joke (that wasn’t the slightest bit funny). you look so fucking pretty when you asked him, “are you okay, baby?” 

he wasn’t. how could he be okay when all he wanted was to put his hands on you and inhale the scent of your seductive perfume? how could he be okay when his cock was straining in his pants begging to be inside of you? how the fuck could he be okay when he needed you so fucking bad?  

of course, you could tell he was anything but fine. your boyfriend was stoic sometimes, but he always wears his emotions all over his pretty face. his carnal desire became obvious when he placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing at your flesh. and even more obvious when he pressed a few kisses to your jaw. and then blatantly obvious when he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and said, “i’d rather eat something else.”

so you ate half your meal, paid the bill, and got the hell out of there because, if you were being completely transparent, you missed the way his cock felt inside of you. you missed tugging at his hair and marking his skin and the messy, messy kisses you always share. you missed him and a week apart from your lover was 5 days way too long. 

he’s already pressing his lips to the back of your neck by the time you get up to your apartment’s door, leaving wet kisses on your scolding hot skin. it’s distracting and your hands keep fumbling the keys, but you eventually get the two of you in. you lock the door and he practically chases you to your room, both of you breathily giggling. 

upon arrival, his hands are grasping and pulling at the clothing on your body in attempts to rip them off while yours do the same with his.

“need you so bad, baby.” he mumbles during his conquest, pulling almost everything off of you. 

when he sees the pretty set underneath your date outfit, he’s left breathless. shocked. and it’s not because he’s never seen you in something this pretty, but it’s that he’s right about to bust a load in his jeans. 

he groans, “fuck, i think i’m gonna cum.” 

“you’re cute.” you smile cheekily, pulling him on the bed with you. “better not be before i get to feel you, though.” 

“i’ll try,” he grunts, his cock twitching and throbbing in what feels like the world’s tightest boxers. 

you lay against your plush pillows, slipping your panties off and throwing them to the side, exposing your soaked pussy to the cool air that circulates through your room. you suck in through your teeth, spreading your legs open. “condom?” you ask expectantly.

he furrows his brows. “you don’t have any?”

you crack a grin at the frown that appears on his face when you shake your head. “you’re the one with a dick here! you should always keep one on you for emergencies. this would’ve been the perfect emergency.” 

“baby, we used all my emergency condoms and i forgot to buy more.” he huffs in frustration. “i can just run to the market and grab some. it’s not that big of a deal.” 

it is a big deal. his cock is aching.

you look at him in awe, “you’re that desperate? you’re gonna go all the way to the store and buy condoms, hansol?”

not that you’re any less desperate the way you clench around nothing and ruin the sheets under you.

he deadpans at your subtle teasing, “yes.” 

you hum, stomach twisting in anticipation at a vulgar thought that pops into your head. 

he could… just not use one.

he could fuck you raw and you could feel everything. “what if…” you shudder before you can even get the thought out. “what if we don’t use one?”

you think his face drains of color. “w-what?” he stutters, unsure if he heard you correctly. “baby… what did you say?”

you bite your lip for a second, feeling heat spread like wildfire through your entire body. “we can do it… without the condom. if you want?”

vernon is going to cum– untouched, in fact–  just at the mere thought of it. of-fucking-course he wants to, what kind of idiot would pass that up? (read: someone who isn’t actually an idiot)

“what about…” he trails off as his wide eyes look at your tummy. 

“i started birth control a while ago, baby, don’t worry.” you whisper. “it’s only if you're comfortable… but i’m okay with it… i trust you. and i wanna feel you.”

his heart pounds erratically and he’s tugging his boxers down before he can even form a proper response. his hard, leaky cock slaps against his abdomen and all either of you can think about is how it’ll feel without the latex barrier. 

he breathes out his words, as he presses against your drooling hole. “i’ll pull out.” 

“okay, baby.” you pant, hands already gripping at the sheets in preparation. 

though, you fear there was nothing you could do to prepare for this moment. feeling vernon’s cock— all of it— is amazing. heavenly… hot. you find yourself wishing you would’ve done this a lot earlier. you can’t believe how much of a difference there is.

you feel all the heat, all the veins that trace through his gorgeous cock, all the delicious friction and you’re fucking addicted to it. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” vernon moans, jaw going slack and his face pinching in euphoric pleasure. “baby, fuck, you’re so tight— feels so good.”

vernon has never felt anything so perfect in all his years. he feels your walls flutter around his bare cock as he bottoms out, finally buried deep inside of you. 

you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him down to press his mouth against yours. the entirety of the kiss is intense and passionate and you can’t think of a time you’ve felt this close to a man during sex. you can’t even recall a time you were this in love with a man.

you break, whining against his lips and tightly clenching around him. “move, please. need you to move.” 

he nods hotly, pulling his hips back and pushing them back against yours. he does this a few times, slowly thrusting into you until he builds a steady, consistent speed. the bulbous tip of his cock rams into your sweet spot with every shove. you can’t help the cry that bubbles in your chest or the way your legs wrap around his waist tightly.

“hansol,” you mewl, one of your hands snaking between your bodies and rubbing at your clit. “i-i love you.” 

he delivers a sharp thrust upon hearing your words. “i love you more, baby.” he responds with a wavered voice. “i missed you.”

you nod in agreement, clamping around him again, ultimately making vernon hiss. “me more,” you declare on a whine. 

“not a chance.” he grunts out but it falls on deaf ears. his words are practically silenced by the lewd squelching and your cute sounds that bounce off the four walls. 

and it’s all because vernon fucks you like his life depends on it. he feels your walls tightening around him with every thrust but there isn’t a single ounce of vigilance in his body. he wants to memorize every single second of this. burn all of this into his head. he wants to be able to recall the way your blunt fingernails dig into the smooth skin of his shoulders, your moans that sound even prettier in this moment, how your velvety walls flutter and pulse and grip around him as your cunt swallows him up.

his abdomen tightens, balls drawing up as he nears his desired release. before he can warn you, your breathing alarmingly picks up. your chest rises and falls rapidly, your whines and mewls get louder, you trap his cock in a tight grip, refusing to let him go, all the telltale signs of your impending orgasm. 

“vern–vernon, baby,” you gasp, back arching off the bed and heels of your feet digging into his back. “baby, ‘m-m gonna cum. keep fucking me like that,” you plead, eyebrows coming together in gratification. 

he obliges, snapping his hips against yours over and over till the tightrope in your tummy snaps. you come undone choking on a dry sob as your body seizes underneath his. you’re panting unevenly as you go lax, limp body weakly clinging to his as you attempt to come down from your high.

your orgasm is almost too much. too overstimulating for how high strung vernon is. he’s just about ready to explode, but he can’t bear to leave your spasming cunt. 

“baby, i— god, i-i know it’s not safe— fuck—“ he babbles, anxiously panting out his words. “i know… know it’s not safe—but let me cum in you, please. i want to fill you up.” 

you cry, nodding your head and weakly clamping around him at the thought of his warm seed flooding your cunt. “y-yes, fuck yes. please fill me up, ‘sollie!” 

he curses under his breath, his cock twitching and brain fogging over at your permission. he gives you a few sloppy thrusts before he groans noisily, stilling and spilling his cum inside of you. 

he twitches ceaselessly above you as his orgasm washes over him, head digging into the crook of your neck so he can drown out all of his throaty moans. they still echo throughout the room with your whiny pants. 

the sensation of his release has your entire body surging with warmth. it has you feeling nothing but bliss and pure exhilaration— you’re on cloud nine. 

“sorry,” he murmurs into your neck as his body collapses on top of yours. “couldn’t help it.”

your hand comes to thread through his hair, scratching at his head. “‘s okay, ‘sol.”  you mumble back. “felt really good. don’t worry.”

“do you need a plan b?”

you snort, shaking your head. “no, i don’t think so, baby. told you i’m on the pill now.” 

he lets out a breath— probably one of relief— followed by a muffled, “then… can we do this again soon?”

you smile, “yeah, babe, we can do this again soon.” 

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[swearingcactus]

borrowing showers past bedtimes

remember the little thing i wrote the other day about v borrowing kerry's shower? yeah i finished it, somewhat, decided it was still relatively short (2k) and too plotless for an ao3 post. so woe, fic be upon ye. (under the cut)

It seemed like it took forever until V’s incessant knocking on Villa Eurodyne’s front door got it to swing open.

Speaking of the door, when the fuck did Kerry even get his front door fixed anyway? They had tried to fix it on a random weekend when V came over, but it kept opening stubbornly no matter what they did. And then Kerry had gotten so mad and tried to rip the door of its hinges, so they dropped the effort altogether. And–

“Oh, shit.” Kerry’s voice brought him back to the present and V blinks to realize Kerry’s looking at him with wide eyes. He pulls down his headphones he had on to his neck. His previous annoyance at being bothered in his house at this hour slipping rapidly into shocked worry at the sight of a merc covered in blood and mud and who knows what else, standing with his arms and feet a shoulder apart.

“Hey Ker, wha‘sup, sorry for bargin’ in so late at night,” V says, words stumbling over the other like a trainwreck, then he gets to the point, “Can I please borrow your shower?”

“Jesus, of course,” Kerry says, and then jerkily opens the door wider like he just remembered he could do that.

“‘m not Jesus, I’m V.” V mumbled out absent-mindedly. He whacks his arm before he gets in, some blood and bits of flesh fell off the sleeves of his jacket, squelching to the floor.

“Do you need a ripper?” Kerry asked. V drags his feet onto the concrete in hopes it’ll lessen the blood stains when he walks in the house.

“Oh, nah, I’m fine. This isn’t mine.” V says, just realizing how this must’ve looked. “I’ve been out the whole day in the rain, went from the badlands then back, got a gig near here.” V walked further into the house, avoiding the items still strewn about the floor. “Got messy. Normal shootout stuff, grenades, the like, then just–” he makes a psh-SHOOO noise with his mouth as he creates an over-exaggerated motion of an explosion with his hands.

“Gonk had a grenade on him and pulled the wrong pin.”

Kerry lets out an amused, morbid chuckle. V thinks that’s nice; he’d probably laugh about it too. If he hadn’t spent the entire day being scorched and sweating under the Badlands sun, hit by dust and dirt. Then got whacked with a storm that came out of nowhere. Then trekked his way up here just to get blasted in the face with someone’s guts. He smelled like garbage and felt so grossed out, but he was still ready to spend the entire ride back to Watson feeling like complete shit… only to find that the earlier shootout had blown off his Yaiba’s fuel tank.

But yeah, he’s fine! He’s totally not gonna lose it if he can’t claw his way out of his clothes within the next 5 minutes. But just in case, he excuses himself to the shower and practically ran in.

–

V's buck-ass naked in Kerry's shower. It's a huge shower, taking up 30% of the entire bathroom and the bathroom itself is bigger than his apartment. And now the large space and the great ventilation is getting him cold. He rubs a foot on top of the other, trying to warm the palms of his feet. He goes to pick up another soap from the rows and rows of product that Kerry had, all lined up.

It took less time to decide on a shampoo to use earlier because there were only two options, and even though he should probably peruse the purple shampoo dedicated to keep hair dye to shine and all that... he had decided to use the one Kerry probably forgot at the back. It had dust on its lid but smelled powdery.

Johnny crackles, all blue pixels and blurs of light, leaning on the glass window next to him. "Occupied, asshole." V says, gesturing to himself. "Also, ever heard of privacy?"

"You lost your privacy rights the second you took longer than 10 minutes to decide on a soap to use. At least start the water. This isn't your megabuilding, Kerry can pay the hot water bills."

Johnny made a good point, but V opted to ignore Johnny for now, as he often does. Instead, he opens another soap bottle and sniffs it experimentally. He could tell this was Kerry's go-to soap. Smelled like mint and perfumed musk. He reads the name of the scent. Gold Desire.

"Oh fucking... his pretentious ass needs a beating." Johnny grumbles. V snorts and closes the bottle. It's a scent reminiscent of Kerry, which V doesn't hate, of course. But the idea of smelling like Kerry didn't sit right with him.

A little too domestic. A little like he's playing pretend as someone's cute little input who's enjoying the high life for years by now. A little too much like wearing a costume. He's already had enough of the idea of turning into someone he's not without a stupid soap doing it for him.

He goes to sniff the next soap and dry-heaves. It smelled overwhelmingly like burning plastic that's vaguely presented with artificial strawberry and vanilla. He coughs and puts it away.

“At this point your clothes are gonna finish being washed before you do.” Johnny complains, glitching away and popping up, squatting on top of the washing machine dramatically.

V picks up another soap, “Oh Johnny, gross, you cummed in this one.”

“I what.”

“Look, ‘Rockerboy’s Wet Dream.’” V says, grinning and showing off a green bottle. Johnny rolls his eyes and pretend-flicked his cigarette’s ash onto the floor.

V continues to read the bottle, “’Citrus and Red Chili.’ Wonder how that smells combined.” V sniffs it, “Spicy!” he announced to Johnny who has now resorted to softly banging his head on the wall behind him. V decided he could just use this one and goes to turn the water on.

He enjoys how it immediately produced the perfect temperature without him even needing to fiddle with the settings or wait. Some fancy tech that detects his temperature and automatically sets the most suitable one for him once his feet hit the shower tiles.

He pours a hefty amount, wincing at how the bottle wheezed and dropped a slimy gel-like substance with beads of scrubs– which hurt when he started to slather it up. Before the contact with skin promptly starts to burn. Granted he has never used a high-end soap with an exfoliator and whatnot, but V doubts it’s supposed to hurt this much.

V picks the bottle up again to inspect it, hoping to see if maybe he’s just using it wrong or something… when he noticed a manufacture date at the top of the cap. He froze in fear. “Holy shit. This was produced before I was even born. Why the hell do Kerry even keep this around.”

He chucks the bottle to the trash bin to the far end of the room. It missed and hit the wall, bouncing onto the floor. V scrubs the rest of the offending soap on him, almost panickedly.

“You can shower with my actual cum, ‘ll hurt less.” Johnny offers mockingly, getting in the stall with him. V elbows him hard, even if he glitches away before it made any believable contact.

“Give it a couple second and you’ll feel the burn too, see if you can joke then.” V grumbles. He takes a long deep breath and spends the next few breaths just watching as the bubbles get washed along with the grime and mud that starts to melt onto the floor along with the hot water. Shoulders slowly slumping as the events of the day start to catch up and some new bruises and cuts make their presence known. He cards his fingers onto his hair and plop goes the pieces of brain matter and what could’ve been an eighth of an eye. He kicks it down the drain, and blindly takes a random bottle.

This one’s still filled to the brim. He opened it to find it still sealed, even. He struggles to open it with his nails and managed to do so... sacrificing some nail paint in the process. He sniffed it almost dejectedly. Before perking up, pleasantly surprised with its unfamiliar but sweet scent.

"Huh.." he says, taking it away to properly read what it was. "Coconut and basil."

"Do you even know what a coconut looks like?" Johnny accused, out of nowhere.

"Sure I do. It's brown, kinda round looking. Floats. Not sure what a basil actually is though." V answers easily, and finally sets the soap next to the shampoo he had picked, and gets to showering in peace.

--

V stepped out of the bathroom feeling like an actual human again for once, shaking his hair onto the towel roughly to dry it.

"Ker?" he calls out. He hears a faint tune being repeatedly played and walks to the far end of the first floor. Kerry sat with his back to V, with his headphones in, frowning at a computer. He had a guitar in one hand while his other hand was covering his mouth, a finger tapping onto his lips.

Kerry glanced over when he noticed V in his peripheral vision and says, "Hey," but his focus quickly turns back to the computer.

V steps next to him to plant a kiss on the top of his head. "Thanks for the shower." (He could feel Johnny rolling his eyes, making pretend-barfing motions. V made a huge point to tell him to fuck off.)

"No problem," Kerry says, obviously still distracted.

"Busy?" V asks, knowing the answer but thinking he should probably still ask it.

Kerry doesn't really answer, just hums vaguely, somewhat affirmatively.

V spreads his toes out on the floor, feels that it’s dusty, still haven’t been properly vacuumed since god knows when. He shifts his weight. "... Anything I can help with?" He offers. It's a long shot but sometimes Kerry asks his opinion on song lyrics, even though V kinda guessed it's less of asking an opinion and more of showing off an unfinished piece he’s still proud of.

As he expected, the shot fell short of its mark when Kerry replies with a clear, resounding, "No." and by then V knows he's maxed out trying to get a conversation out of Kerry.

He goes to leave Kerry alone.

–

V checks his clothes to see it had finished its spin cycle and is now being dried. Still a couple hours to go. He goes back out and climbs to the second floor, trying to find something to wear in the meantime. Kerry’s a little shorter than him, (“Not by much.” Johnny annoyingly pointed out.) Fine, Kerry’s only a little shorter than him, but his clothes mostly consisted of leather or something so cropped, might as well just go nude.

There were some hoodies, though, large unassuming jackets Kerry bought in bulk to hide from media vultures. Big enough it makes his boxers look shorter than it actually is. V decides to borrow one, goes to bite and suck one of the hood’s strings immediately once he slipped it on.

He leans over the second floor to check up on Kerry from above. Kerry tapped the space bar so hard V swears it’ll crack. He starts grumbling unhappily, then goes to fiddle another tune on the guitar. Yikes. Better leave him alone for now.

“Derivative!” Johnny yells about the tune, over the railing.

If Kerry could actually hear him there would be a bloodbath.

V passed Kerry’s bed and goes back down to the first floor, sitting on the sofa. Kerry stops playing the guitar with an uncomfortable screech and whines loudly.

“Tell him try changing it to a minor tune.” Johnny says. V frowns at him, not sure if he’s actually offering genuine musical help or if he’s just fucking around to try and rile Kerry up. Either way, V knows Kerry wouldn’t appreciate any unwarranted advice at this stage. Johnny clicks his tongue, because he knows it too, he just doesn’t like not letting everyone know what he thinks.

V goes to lean back, only to sit up straight again, looking back and noticing there’s a bong stuck behind him. He pulled it out, then sighs at the mess. Before standing up and picking up empty and half-filled glasses to the kitchen to stick them in the dish washer. He continued to throw out two thongs wedged in the sofa. Wipe the counter from the sticky, spilled alcoholic drinks and their mixers.

It took a while until the sofa and the coffee table in front of it looked nice enough, and V sits and slumps himself onto it in satisfaction, letting the sofa’s crevice swallow him as much as it could.

–

"Hey, what're you doing here?" Kerry asks, gently shaking him to wake him up.

V blinks blearily awake, takes a second to realize where he's at. Then at the question. Wanted to wait up for you sounds too cheesy suddenly and V decides to just shrug.

"You cleaned my place up." Kerry says appreciatively.

"Nnno, just the sofa area." V points out, then yawns, putting his hand into a fist and using his knuckles to cover it. Kerry lets out an 'Awww' kind of sound and V stopped yawning immediately, frowning up at him. Kerry stopped cooing, and grinned, "Come on, let's get you to an actual bed, huh?"

He pulls V up and leads him to the second floor onto the bed. V falls into it immediately, rolling so he can plant his face down onto the biggest pillow Kerry had, while Kerry went off to turn off most of the lights on the switch on the wall.

V doesn't need to see to know when Kerry shuffled into bed when the bed dips next to him. He puts a hand out to feel for Kerry and when his fingers found contact on skin, he scoots closer.

"D'aww," Kerry says again cut off harshly when V pokes his ribs, hard. "Hey you don't want me to think you're cute? Stop being cute."

"Thought you said I was a brat?" V coyly asked.

Kerry lets out a huff, "Alright, down, boy. Way past your bedtime for that."

"Sounds like I need some punishi--" V couldn't help a yawn before he could finish that sentence, "Yeah, point taken." He shuffles again, a leg lands on top of Kerry's before settling. “Sorry I bothered you while you were doing your song.” He says to Kerry’s arm.

Kerry lets out a soft laugh again, rubs the point of contact between his fingers and V's upper arm, “Yeah if you were anyone else, I would’ve told you to fuck off. Consider it a privilege that you got me away from my set and I’m still letting you on my bed.”

“Yay, privilege!” V whoops softly. “Always wanted to know what that feels like.”

Kerry snorted again. They went quiet and V thought that was the end of it. Until Kerry adds, “You know you don’t have to…” he stops like he thought better than to say it. V opens his eyes to look up at Kerry, telling him to go on.

Put on the spot, Kerry begrudgingly continues, “I dunno, just… you know I’m here for you, right? So.. I dunno, V, maybe next time, you could just think of coming over in the first place instead of it being an alternative plan? And, ugh, I know how this might sound to– Look, I’m not saying this ‘cus I’m jealous or, or clingy, okay, I know you got your own thing. Look, you don’t have to act all awkward and proper ‘round me, ‘s all. I mean, come on, V, it’s just me.”

“Uh-huh.” V says, though he doesn’t really get what that’s all about. He shuffles and drops his head back to its original position, closing his eyes. He’s falling asleep again, and he fights to hear what Kerry’s saying next, it gets jumbled into one hazy tune. Something about time, and them being friends, sometimes a little more, something about worrying about not hearing something…

He snuggled to Kerry’s arm again, concludes Kerry’s probably just stressed about the piece. So, he sleepily asks, “Didja finish it though? The song.”

“Huh?” Took a few seconds for Kerry to realize what he’s asking, “Oh… Nope. Gave up on it for tonight.”

“Should try changing it to minor key.” V hears himself say without him actually thinking it, then he groans quietly. He kicks the engram mentally, mumbles out, “Oh, shut up, Johnny…”

“Yeah, shut up, Johnny.” Kerry echoes immediately. But there’s a slight moment where V thinks Kerry’s arm had tensed a tiny bit, before relaxing, as he leaned into V’s hair. Then, "You smell nice."

Thanks, it's coconut and basil. V thinks he says, but he's not sure because he conked out within milliseconds. He thinks that for tomorrow, in-between getting home, and doing gigs, and finding leads about the relic, he’ll try to figure out what a basil actually is.

Author's Note: yeah so coconut and basil huh. The coconut that goes around getting bobbed by the sea but floats with the flow. The basil that could mean anything from a token to ward off the devil to a symbol of love. Also smells great together as a body wash. Fun! Maybe Kerry'll think there's poetry in it if V shared it the next day.

[derfpossessions]

Rented You Out - Part 5

Previously…

Denholm and Markus were on their way to their client when they discovered a bodysuit of a man who disappeared a year ago. They decided to keep the suit and see what happened to the man and how he ended up being a lifeless suit in a box from a strange janitor.

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“So, what are we gonna do with him?” Markus said.

“I think I should wear him.” Denholm said.

“What?? But.. that wouldn’t make sense.. A suit cannot wear another one! You might risk yourself getting hurt!”

“But I’m not fully a suit! I want to live this man’s life to give it proper closure!” Denholm argued and grabbed the suit’s legs.

“Well.. here goes nothing.” He starts putting on the suit by opening the back zipper. There, the deflated biceps of the guy became chiseled, the veins in his arms bulged out, and the legs became more bolder. As he puts on the mask, his chest started puffing out, and the perfect jawline appeared out of the face.

Sweating, he pants and turns around to Markus, and Markus was in awe.

“Did it.. did it worked?” Denholm said in a new sexy Vietnamese accent.

“Damn your voice… it’s so baritone and suave!!” Markus’ sex drive was driving him insane.

“Well he is ripped. I’m sure he spent a lot of time building this perfect bod.” Denholm said as he looked at himself in the mirror. His now black hair, brown eyes, piercings and earrings, and tattoos gleamed out.

“Ok then, you do what you gonna do to that body, I’ll just take over your student council duties for today.” Markus said as he left.

“What’s this?” Denholm noticed Markus dropped a bag with panties in it.

“But I thought he was gay…” He added while looking confused.

Denholm scourged through the guy’s memories to see what his past life had looked like. His name was Vince Long, a Vietnamese-American who was born from a wealthy family, and an alumni from the same high school as him. Vince was a top-tier student with straight-As, and to top it off, he had a hot girlfriend. They were the perfect couple, and the happiest one, until Vince suddenly disappeared.

One night after their 2nd year anniversary, Vince and his girlfriend Aurora left the restaurant at night to head home, when suddenly a white van appeared from the dark and took Vince and Aurora in. To her surprise, Aurora was spared by the men and left alone, she was left scarred and in pain to this day.

As for what happened with Vince next, Denholm couldn’t dig into any more memories, as the load must have stopped once he was turned into a full bodysuit.

“Could Aurora been also spared and left as a half-bodysuit like me?”, Denholm questioned as he looked through the pictures in Vince’s home.

It’s been a year since Vince’s disappearance , and his flat has been maintained by his family’s staff in honor of him. Denholm puts down his bag on Vince’s bed and looks in the mirror.

“You know what… maybe I should have a little bit of fun first”, Denholm says as he takes off his shirt and starts squeezing Vince’s hardening cock.

“Oohh… haven’t tried this in a while to be honest..” Denholm whispers as Vince’s sexy deep tones come out of his mouth.

“Ahh yes.. I’m Vince the engineer.. come here baby.. the fuckboy’s gonna unleash all his cum to you..” Denholm was shocked that even the way he speaks resembled very closely to Vince’s. The months long abandoned bedroom of Vince has been blessed not by holy water, but with his fresh loaded cum that hasn’t been released since 2022. Denholm lies down in bed in satisfaction as he tastes Vince’s long-expired cum.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Denholm got dressed and answered it, and to his surprise, it was Vince’s parents, Mr and Mrs Long waiting for him. They held tight his son while they burst into tears.

“We’ve looked for you everywhere! We miss you so much!” Mrs Long said as she hugged her son.

The parents took him back to their family mansion where they had a Thanksgiving Prayer with a reading on the Prodigal Son, to celebrate’s Vince’s homecoming.

Then, Denholm filed an official statement regarding Vince’s kidnapping to help solve the people responsible for the his kidnapping and the others as well. A joint investigation took place while Denholm gave the police more details about a “bodysuit factory”.

After the party was over, Denholm went home to Vince’s place, where he saw Aurora.

“Babe… babe is that you?!?” Aurora started tearing up and ran up to him.

“I missed you so much…” ‘Vince’ said in shock while he hugged his girlfriend.

The two shared a romantic kiss and embraced each other with the reunion. For Denholm it felt like he gave Vince the closure he needed, but he cannot live as Vince forever.

Aurora made the next move. She dragged Vince up the stairs and the two started undressing.

Excited, Aurora undresses herself and undresses Vince’s long sleeve, and his tank top.

He revealed his white Calvin Klein boxers while his cock barks back at her as he starts to get very horny.

“This is… wrong.” Denholm whispered as he started grabbing the sheets. “Babe.. what do you mean? I missed you so much!!” Aurora was biting her lips.

“Your breath… your armpit hairs… your leg hairs… your Amazon rainforest in your cock… every single inch of you I am craving right now.” Aurora was starting up the engine.

“Oh I miss doing this.” Aurora said while she touches Vince’s abs. “Babe.. maybe we should slow down.” Vince tried resisting. “Oh fuck this. give me that!” Aurora ripped his boxers wide and revealed the arching cock that she’s been craving for.

Aurora then starts teasing his manhood until it did a standing ovation. They then started kissing mouth to mouth and rolled on the bed, knocking over the bed sheets.

Vince’s mouth started watering as he grabbed Aurora’s breasts to drink her milkshake. He gave her clitties a blessful kiss, and he started inserting it in. The hole kept declining though, like a debit card refusing to be read by an ATM.

She then licked his ass, with the expired butt hairs electrifying out like that one Nair video.

“Why not repair my ass? Civil engineering? Fuck that.. engineer this pussy.” She started cracking up.

“What the fuck is this woman on?” Vince started to get so scared. She then resisted him pulling away and she bited his pecs. He screamed faintly like a little girl but felt delighted and rubbed her back again.

“You know what…? Let me fold you like a fucking pretzel.” Vince grinned. She screamed out loud as he bent her back and put the funnel into the bottle opening. She screamed and screamed and screamed. They were both suffocating in each other’s saliva, cum and seemingly piss. They were banging the walls and even squeezed themselves in the closet. She was freaking out as he chased him down the halls, both naked.

They Netflix and chilled, he pulled her many times to kiss her, and she rubbed his pubic hairs like petting their Shih Tzu Tracy. It was a very immaculate and blessed moment.

They did various poses! Doggy, cowboy, missionary, and our favorite, 69. They did it and did it until they got sweaty and started panting.

Aurora slurps out Vince’s loaded manhood like she’s slurping out a big bowl of ramen. She giggles as his load explodes out of her face, and she kneels down as he starts inserting his rubbery dick into her rubbery pussy. (Hold on… rubbery pussy..?, We’ll get there later on.)

Vince was making sure the zipper at the back of his neck wasn’t opening out as he exerts extra pressure against Aurora in bed. They both giggle as Aurora licks Vince’s smooth sweaty abs and she starts biting them. Vince screamed out but it didn’t hurt as much as he expected, it felt like he got bit by a dog while wearing a silicone rubber pants.

“Let’s do it again.” Aurora said while running out of breath. They initiated their sacred rituals again and again throughout the whole night. Fuck me ‘til up daylight indeed.

As Vince and Aurora finally covered themselves under the sheets, they both rest and as they cuddle each other, not knowing something behind there was opening up. Let me turn it into a saying, Don’t leave the fridge open at night.

Both drenched in sweat, Vince goes to the bathroom to get toilet paper to clean up the exploded fluids in his room. But something was wrong. The zipper opened a little bit, and was stuck.

Aurora then discovered this and just stood there as if she knew this whole time that he was a bodysuit.

“Babe.. it’s not what it looks like.. I promise.” Vince was in shock and started shaking.

“I- um.. I no… no..” Aurora was also nervous. she turned around to look away, but then it was another jaw-dropping moment: her zipper was also opened, she thought it wouldn’t get exposed but the bra she had just put on wasn’t enough to conceal it.

“What…?? WHAT?!?” Vince tried grabbing Aurora’s arm but she ran as fast as she could and fled the scene.

Denholm chased her down to the garage, but the bodysuit was starting to melt as the zipper had been exposed. He tried unzipping himself a few more tries, and managed to get out of Vince’s body.

Denholm now ran to the garage door but Aurora had locked it. Denholm tried breaking in, using everything he had on the house to reach the inside.

Denholm figured out that he could simply open the front garage doors and catch her in the act, so he pushed the button and the front garage lifted upward and he rushed inside, but it wasn’t what he was expecting, never at all expected what it was.

He took a step closer but to his surprise, Markus was there, seemingly apprehending the now-empty Aurora suit.

“Markus what the fuck are you doing here?!??” Denholm freaked out.

“I.. I don’t know! I just found this body snatcher somewhere and I followed her to this home! I didn’t know this was your bodysuit’s home!” Markus said.

“Dang it. FUCKKKKK!!!!!” Denholm let out a very loud scream as he started kicking the nearby objects. He was angry. He was FURIOUS.

“I think this suit is also like you, Denholm. I think she was also spared because she’s not hollow right now, she has a pulse.” Markus said.

“Well we better drive her home safely then. I’ll also take home Vince and keep it in our property.” Denholm said as he started the car to head home.

As he headed out, a nervous grin and a blush came out of Markus.

“I wonder if he’ll ever know…”

(17 Hours earlier…)

Aurora: “Yes, yes that would be 45.99 for the jeans.”

Customer: “Ok, I’m paying by credit. I really love your local boutique!”

Aurora: “Thank for you shopping here! This boutique means a lot to me as me and my late boyfriend invested a lot on it!”

Markus then walks in while wearing a face mask and sunglasses.

Aurora: Hi welcome to Beautiful Botanica Boutique— AHHHHHH!!!

Aurora let out a loud scream and passed out.

Markus: Welcome.. and goodbye bitch.

Markus laughed maniacally as he lifted Aurora and unzipped her back, which transformed her into a bodysuit.

He then started sliding his legs into her more smaller ones, causing a huge stretch on the suit. Her body also expanded wide as Markus’ masculine torso squished in to fill in the void. Soon once Markus put on the mask, the suit realigned and formed itself: The legs started to shrink into a more feminine physique, and the waist significantly decreased and compressed Markus’ body. It was uncomfortable for him but it was all worth it. His new breasts also grew out to his desire. Markus looks into the store’s mirror.

“Hi welcome to Beautiful Botanica Boutique!” He said in a new feminine high-pitched voice.

“Hey Vince.. hey baby… hey… Denholm.”

She said while she seductively stares into her reflection, and giggled. She packed up her stuff and left to go to Vince’s place.

— TO BE CONTINUED —

[hee0soo]

Ambassador of the Heart |Part 4.|

PAIRING — Kim Hongjoong x afab!ModelReader

SUMMARY — An encounter at the Balmain Winter Show 2023 leaves you flustered...

GENRE — FashionAU

WARNINGS — racism (not by the members!)

WORD COUNT — 1.3k

~Part 3~ |~Part 5~

July 2023

Honestly, you didn't know  how or why you had found yourself in your current predicament. The only thing you knew for sure was that the proximity of the man you had come to admire, was making your head go fuzzy!

You cursed your shoes for being so high that they made you stumble 3 times in a row and you cursed yourself for wanting to wear them in the first place!

The first time was just a little tumble, the second time you too, could catch yourself before you could hit the ground and the third time your knight in shining armor came in the form of the one and only Kim Hongjoong! The only reason why you did not smash your face right into the floor!

"Hey..."

"Hi..."

Both you and Hongjoong stared into each others eyes for a moment, entirely forgetting where you were and that a lot of eyes were on you and him at the moment. You could hear the whispers all around you and he could probably hear them as well but you were both in your own little world in which there was just the two of you.

With wide eyes you were starring into his dark brown orbs trying to find the right words to say.

"You should be. careful?" The slight stutter paired with his accent while speaking English made your heart flutter more then you would like to admit.

"I- yeah! Thank you for not letting me fall..."

"You welcome! Are you, hurt?"

You quickly shook your head, reassuring him that you were fine. He seemed relieved even if not entirely sure if you were telling the truth. When it came to his members, he could easily tell if he was being lied to but with you, nothing. To him you were a complete and utter mystery! One he desperately wanted, no NEEDED, to solve.

Suddenly being hyper aware of how close you were to him, you blinked a couple times to rip yourself out of your stupor, stepped away and bowed 90° as an apology, praying that nobody had snuck a secret camera into the event and caught your little moment.

You immediately missed the warm and comforting feeling of his touch on your waist.

Surprised by the sudden bow, Hongjoong bowed back in a hurry.

There was a moment of silence where the two of you simply looked at each other until you heard the shutter of a camera going off. Your head flew to the side and you recognized the photographer hired for the event. He had already caught one of your incidents earlier on camera and your face grew hot at the reminder of it.

The man held up a thumb to signal that he was done and sauntered away.

Hongjoong nodded to himself, seemingly flustered and bowed once more only to rush out another apology and hurry away.

You watched his retreating form vanish between the masses of guests with a heavy heart! It felt like someone had emptied a bucket of ice cold water above your head and with shaking hands you just stood there. To say you were disappointed was an understatement!

Why however you could not say... It wasn't like you had any reason to be as you didn't know each other save for the few short moments you had together. But the nagging voice inside your head, screaming at you for being an idiot, remained persistent.

A sad sigh escaped your lips. There was no need to dwell on it now as the rapper was already busy talking to different people again. It seemed as if the encounter left you more frazzled then him and that hurt.

"Excuse me miss?"

 The accented voice of a young girl suddenly distracted you and you turned around to meet a pair of sparkling brown eyes. She looked barely older then 16 even under all this glamorous Make-up and chic outfit all only one word came to your mind, *Cute!*

"Hello darling! Are you okay?"

"Oh yes I am! I just wanted to know if you are? You look a bit lost..."

For a moment you just stared at her, shocked by her honesty.

"Ah, yes don't worry about me...?

"Ah DIVE into IVE! Annyeonghaseyo, I'm IVE's Leeseo!"

 Immediately a bell rang for you. In the short time you listened to Korean music, some of their songs had found it's way onto your playlist. Your face light up and in return the worry on the girls face vanished.

"It's nice to meet you! I like your music a lot."

Leeseo turned red at your admission and you coed at her. However, you didn't have the chance to answer as Cole appeared by your side, having noticed that you distracted yet again and having had enough.

Not having the chance to say goodbye, you waved at the vocalist before you were pulled away.

Cole cursed under his breath.

"Seriously y/n? Why do you keep talking to them?"

 The way he spit out his question made you angry. Your face hardened, lips pulled down and hands clenched to fists.

"What do you mean by them?" you hissed when you vanished behind a wall, hidden from the other guests.

Cole rolled his eyes.

"Don't act like you don't know! They're Asians y/n! They eat cat's and dog's and-"

"STOP! Finish that sentence and I’ll see to it that you will be fired without any chance of ever finding a job in this industry ever again!

Starring at you like you had grown a second head. It was clear that your manager had not expected you to react like this.

"You're bluffing..."

"No! What you just said is entirely unacceptable and I will not stand for it, do you understand?"

you snarled, eyes burning with a fire Cole wasn't used to. If he was honest, it scared him for a moment and suddenly he wasn't so sure anymore if you were bluffing!

"You little-"

"Do you, understand?" The feeling of satisfaction as you cut him off was immense and you felt euphoric as Cole seemed to retreat a little. He looked genuinely scared as he faltered in front of you.

The man nodded and stepped away.

"Good!"

With that you left him standing there, having enough of the mans mood whenever it came to the topic ever since the Balmain presentation. You had never thought that you would ever have to have a conversation like this with him but enough was enough!

Steaming with anger you had a hard time schooling your face to a neutral smile but eventually, after a few deep breaths you managed it somehow even if the angry heat inside you remained.

Walking out from your hiding space, planning to leave already, you took exactly 4 steps down the stairs before your heel got stuck in your dress!

A panicked gasp left your month and you accepted your fate of falling down the stairs this time until a hand wrapped itself around your wrist and pulled you back upright. The rapper of ATEEZ saving you once more before you got seriously hurt.

"Thank you! Again..."

"You want me stay with you? To, uhm, save you again?"

Taken a back by the blunt statement you stuttered out an unintelligent stammer which caused Hongjoong to laugh his signature laugh.

 You melted at the sweet sound.

"Maybe next time? I was going to leave now and ..."

Understanding where you were going with this, his face fell and a frown replaced the soft smile he has had so far, cutting you off in panic. The way he had rushed away earlier had him feeling bad but what could he say? He was embarrassed and panicked!

He couldn't let another chance pass and so he cut you off with a quick but sincere:

"Can you give your number?"

Authors note: Is this messy? It feels messy! But that could just be my anxiety talking... Anyways, i hope you enjoyed it!

Taglist: @marirose25 @khjcoo

[onginlove]

Captured 2

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BUCKY X FEM!READER

Part 1

Summary: After Y/N being left alone with the old man and soldiers, she finally gets saved.

Ratings: PG 13?

Warning: slight fluff, cursing, slight angst, mentions of death

a/n: decided to change my format color hehe

masterlist

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“It’s been 11 minutes. Gave him an extra one.” The middle-aged man said. “Well, it’s time for the fun to begin.” He said, smirking.

Next thing I knew, I was dumped with water. Not sure how that’s punishing though. I was planning on going to the pool later on so I guess this is a free dip?

“I just want you to remember, pain makes you stronger.” Sure, idiot. I thought.

~~~~~

Bucky pov

“Have you found it yet, Tony?” I asked, pacing back and forth, worried about Y/N. “Almost. It’s like the location they’re at doesn’t exist.”

I started to worry even more. Sure, I was quite an ass to Y/N, but she was with HYDRA. She could possibly die because of me.

“Found a location. Well, it’s a possible location.” I quickly ran up to Tony’s computer to see where she was. “I know that place.” I then walked to get my weapons and headed to the door, only to be stopped by Steve.

“Wait, don’t you want us to come too?” He asked. “If I do then I will put you all in jeopardy. I can’t do that. They only want me.” “At least let me come as backup.” “No Steve.”

I ran out the door. I needed to hurry and reach her.

As I ran, I whispered a “Please be ok.”

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Y/N pov

I grunted as they put another slice in my thigh. They ripped the tape off my mouth. “Feel any pain yet?” He asked from afar. “Not even close.” I said pausing in between each word.

“Bring her to the machine.” I heard him order them. They unlocked my hands and feet and walked me to the machine. I tried throw a punch but I was too weak from all the cutting into my skin. Now, I have a lot of lines on my arms and legs.

They placed me down in the machine and turned it on. The machine started wiring and moving. Then, I felt a shock. No, not a shock, the power of 100 lighting bolts. I guessed it was an electrical chair but it would’ve killed you.

After about 5 minutes of screaming, crying, and begging for it to stop, the machine stopped. I was trying to catch my breath. Next thing I knew, I passed out. Again.

I woke up in the hand and leg chains like before, giving up the 0.01 percent of hope I had for Bucky coming. I was so weak and could barely move. I think this is the end.

I heard some grunts and screams from outside in the hall. Some soldiers went to go see what it was and I saw one flying across the hall.

He came! Oh no. He came. I see the middle-aged man go into the corner. Guessing they were trying to ‘surprise attack’ him.

I saw him walk in front of the door and saw me. As he was walking towards me, I screamed “Bucky no! Get out of here!” About 15 soldiers ambushed him but he seemed to make it out. He quickly ran to me and broke off the chains.

He was looking all over my body, seeing what they did to me. “Oh lord..” I heard him say. He picked me up and ran, trying to get to safety.

————

He set me down on Bruce’s table for him to examine me. “The only thing she needs is time for her body to heal. She’ll be fine.” Then, Bruce walked out the room.

“God this is all my fault.” Bucky said, putting his hands on his face. “You got hurt because of me. You could’ve died because of me!” “Bucky, none of this is your fault.” I say, trying to speak.

“No, Y/N. I left HYDRA and you had to pay the price.” He backed himself in a wall and slid down it, covering his head in his hands.

I walked up to him with all my strength and sat down next to him, with a grunt as I fell down. My body still needed time to heal but it was more important being with Bucky.

I went and hugged him. He looked up at me and I saw tears. I quickly wiped them. “It’s not your fault.” I said once again. “I’m so sorry Y/N. You deserve bet-“ He was cut off by me cupping his face and kissing him.

I parted our lips, wiping off more of his tears. “I’ll be ok.” I rested my head on his shoulder while he hugged my side.

I love you.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

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An overdue actress begrudgingly attends an award ceremony, being nominated for 2 awards that night. She’s tired, she’s having some on an off cramps and just wants to get home. But she wins her first award, it’s a heavy walk to get to the stage but she manages and does her unprepared speech. All the while she gets her first sharp pain in her lower stomach she plays it off and gets off the stage sitting down into her seat slowly exhaling away the pains that have become more constant. The night progresses as does her labor she wins a second award but as she stands up her water breaks and the need to push is strong. She accepts her award as the first baby is pushed into her pants. At the end she has to run off stage and push the second baby out.

I'll say this is creative like good job my dude!

She watched the crowd, all the people passing by and biding her time and she walks out and enters the award ceremony.

Her large overdue belly of three weeks just had began to shock with pain, she gets to her seat at the very corner of the left row.

Sighing in relief... Rosa had grown very paranoid.

Her cramping got prominent and she had grown impatient and really needed to go home, her mind panicked. She shifted around her seat.

Then they called "Awars for best acting 2023!!! Is.... Rosa Evelyn!!" She got holding her hard heavy belly whilst breathing through a tough contraction, her back aches troubly walking.

She began her speech "This award should not be with me... but it is and I apprieciate it. All of you h- had been the reason fo- r my career and so I say t- thank you, all." She subtly groans as the people clap with a sharp pain in her lower side giving her a harsh sear of hot-pain.

She waddles to her seat holding her back and her belly and groans whilst exhaling through the most constant and sharp contractions. She sat down relieved of the heavy pain.

And waiting through after 5 grueling hours...

And she was sweating rounds and shifted in her seat frequently, holding her belly. slowly panting as a small pop comes through. She leans a bit forward and grunts.

They call her for the second award for greatest movie acting again, She walks through her belly taut and tight sears with hot-white pain.

Her urge to push was immense and she couldn't hold it any longer, she pushed whilst walking and began her speech.

"I- I really thank you a- au- all for giving this to m- me *Gulp* as you a- are Hooh haha the only reason-" Bearing down as hard as she could and dropping the first baby through, ripping all the way out her panties and she twitches as she continues her speech and bears with all she can "Is b- because of you, m- my audience a- and with- without you I'd n- necmver be here so thank you."

She rushes down the stage, holding her belly her blond hair tucked to her face. Ruby eyes prickiling with tears and she gets to her seat grips the armrest and let's it rip.

She pants as the head pops out, she softly gasp and yelp. Then she felt a thick contraction so she grabbed her belly and pulled her head back and popped out the twins.

And since she was last, she heard the host end the oscars and she rushed out the exit getting into the limo as she pulls from her pants, her twins as they rush her to the hospital.

She groans and screams as the third drops out and wails out, she told them to please pick up the pace legally and got to the hospital in time.

[gojo-simp69]

Body Addiction

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

No One’s POV:

𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗨𝗣, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗 your arms and revel in the delightful morning stretch. You decide to start the day with a nice shower to wake you up. Your breakfast was some tea and a small dish of eggs. You've been trying to eat less and drink more water but it doesn't last long. After placing your bowl in the sink, a knock at the door makes you turn your head.

When opening the door, your (eye color) eyes widen at the basket on your doorstep. You take it inside your home and examine the snacks that it held.

Chocolate-covered strawberries, expensive candies, and rich tea packets filled the woven basket. The basket was covered in fuchsia roses that wrapped around beautifully. A pink notecard peaked from the top. You rip it off and examine it.

To my goddess

-T

It read. You blushed at the note and teared up a bit at the fact someone had spent so much money on you. But not just anyones spending money on you.

It's the guy you've been seeing...Tengen Uzui.

You met him at the teashop a few days ago...or so you thought it was your first time meeting.

A few days earlier~

The waitress walks up to your booth, placing a small dish with a single (favorite flavor) cupcake on the table. Your head peaked up from your book in curiosity. "Sayaka, I didn't order this. You know I'm on a diet." You remind your friend. "It was the hottie over at table 5 in the back who ordered it. The gentleman with long white hair." She smirks at you.

"He said, and I quote, "Give the thick (hair colored)-haired beauty over there your finest cupcake." And he paid extra for a tea of your choosing so what do ya want?" She pulls out a notepad.

"U-Uh! My usual please." Your shocked state remained even when Sayaka goes to get your order. You turn your head to take a small peak at the man who bought you the dessert and when you do, your eyes widen.

He was hot as hell.

He stared at you, red eyes looking back at yours whilst the unknown man held a genuine smile on his face.

'There's no turning back now! I'm finally interacting with her after all that time watching from afar!' Tengen hides the crazed smirk with a handsome smile when you look at him.

He's waited since your first encounter to talk to you but...he was nervous. You made him nervous for the first time in his life. If you can make him feel like that then, it was meant to be.

You turn your body to face your cupcake and take a bite. The dessert's creamy filling melts on your tongue and satisfies your taste buds.

A presence makes itself known to you when it stands across from you. "Is this seat taken?" A deep silky voice makes asks you, making your heart flutter. "No, it's not." Your voice makes Tengen falter a bit.

This is the first time he's heard your voice and he just begging to hear you scream his name.

After Tengen takes a seat, he introduces himself. "My name is Tengen Uzui, beautiful. What's yours?"

"Y/n L/n. I just wanna thank you for the cupcake-”

"Here's your tea, (Nickname)!" Sayaka puts your usual tea on the table before going back to work.

"And tea!" You finish your sentence with a coy smile, blowing on your tea. Tengen looks at the plate the cupcake use to be on.

"Would you like another cupcake? Any flavor you want?"

"No, it's fine. I shouldn't have had it anyway. I'm on a diet." You smile at Tengen before fever breaks across your face.

'He doesn't need to know that!! Why would you say that?!' You curse yourself.

Uzui's smile faltered slightly at the mention of a diet. 'But why? You should eat what you want when you want. Is someone making you insecure?'

"My apologies. I didn't mean to make it seem like I'm trying to shove food down your throat." He bows his head a bit.

"Of course not, Tengen- oh, is it okay to call you by your first name?" The question flies over his head due to him being too busy obsessing over the way his name fell past your plump lips.

"Ngh~! Tengen~! Harder~! Please! D-Daddy~!" You moan, breast bouncing with the sync of Uzui's rough thrusts.

His cock impales your warm walls over and over as your thick thighs wrap around his muscular waist.

"Tengen, are you okay?" You wave your hand in his face, snapping him out of his lewd daydream. "Yes. It seems your flamboyant looks brought my world to a halt." He smirks at your flustered state.

'Is he...really interested in me?' A forced laugh escapes your lips as you awkwardly play with your hair.

"I know this seems sudden but...would you like to go on a date with me?" Tengen asked.

[hell-drabbles]

I'm just here to rant. After reading chapter 5

GODDAMN IT MAKES ME WANT TO BEAT LEVIATHAN EVEN MORE.

I don't care if you got a sad backstory. Your trauma doesn't define the reason for your behavior! Don't get me wrong, I understand all the stuff he has been through- yad yada but the way he act around the player makes me want to rip my hair out of frustration. I couldn't finish the story properly without getting agitated. Both on how the player acts like a whore and leviathan being an ass.

I know some people will say 'but he has been through a lot! He deserves the love and the attention for all the things he had lost in his childhood and that's good /rare character personality out there-' I. DONT. CARE. and it's not rare for people to just be shock by him as if he's the only dude out there that got a sad boi experience and become a dom daddy. He isn't.

I don't care if people says 'but you haven't got to know him yet!' well I'm sorry that I'm not an observant type and Don't want to be with people that don't treat me like a person and gaslight me with their petty excuses

🤬anon

It really just comes down to the fact that we as the audience do not get a choice as to how we treat these devils. Leviathan's personality can be kept as is, but the devs shoehorn the way he must be treated, via being so taken by his beauty that all anger is handwaved away as "oh just fuck it out, it will be fine." Hate-fucking is a rather delicate art and rarely is it ever done in such a way that I can find enjoyment in.

This is not it, chief. Skipped it as soon as I could.

Do you ever read a work of fiction and are able to pin-point who exactly is the author's favorite character? This is how I feel towards Leviathan: he's a writer's favorite little boy. He's given the most tragic and brutal backstory available to maximize on the pity points, isn't as messed up as could be because he's still gotta be a "palatable tragic victim to pity and heal with your body," and can be written as an asshole because he's sad boi and hooooot and therefore does not need to change.

"Oh but he does change though, you just have to deal with-" Nah. Not interested in his interactions. Especially not through the POV of the MC, or any of the devils that worship the ground Leviathan walks on.

Leviathan can be an interesting character, and more power to those that align with the devs preferences, unfortunately his presence always makes the writers wave their hands and frame the MC's anger as "brat" behavior. And, as a brat, they must be tamed. And the MC will enjoy it eventually.

Ugh... You know, I'm all about asshole victims, of characters that take their trauma and using it as a excuse to be as selfish as possible because any other means scare or make them think they'll be weaker for not being an asshole. However, my favorite part about asshole victims is not the behavior, but the fallout as a result of that behavior.

I kept waiting for this giant shoe to drop and for things to get real messed up, but all I got was lukewarm water!

Blah.

[ethtyn]

etho's limlife #5 pov liveblog

oh good. bdubs is just. here.

not the boogeyman. so my initial supposition was incorrect [squints]

uhmmm the group screenie moment with bdubs halfway up a ladder to look shorter 😭 goodbye.

"i'm washed up at pvp, i don't know the answers to these questions anymore" WAAAAAAH

"the BITES lawncare service" HELP LOL

this post

WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE BAD BOYS. WHAT ARE THEY DOING IN ALL OF THIS.

"if they ask me why we did it, i have no clue, to be honest (laughs)" GHGNFNF. (from between gritted teeth, affectionately) i can't stand you.

SCREAM i am dying at Etho crouching in the water elevator listening to jimmy monologue to his commenters. "wait, where are you??" PLEASE.

...shrieker in the TIES base. 🫵🏻 Cleo.

"why does everybody call me a traitor?!" "you put a shrieker in our base!" "(laughs) oh, yeah, Mom told me to do that." SEE. CLEO.

"i love it when we're pranked by people who don't know how things work" pfffft damn tango go off

obsessed w Etho apparently immediately sniffing out the bad boys in TIES' base. "this is just embarrassing at this point" to hysterical laughter from the BBs. j'adore.

"Jimmy. you're a BAD BOY." "i'm a very bad boy." 🥴🥴🥴

tell me the bad boys are not wearing priest skins. like i'm sure they're supposed to look like regular suits but THEY LOOK LIKE PRIESTS i'm. this is. hm

deviation for. this post

"i would be here all the time if it was allowed!" "you're allowed. you could be a Clocker." IMMEDIATELY LOOKS AT BDUBS. "i could, couldn't i" in the softest voice. i am ripping up my pillow with my teeth.

SORRY. BDUBS PLACING TNT AND CLEO AND SCAR JUMPING AWAY WHILE ETHO'S JUST LIKE "this is nice 😌". IM CLAWING AT MY OWN FACE.

"i especially like that Cleo's been quiet. that's my favourite part of this whole supper." first of all it's dinner not supper you Canadian fuck (/aff), SECONDABLE you are. really going hard on the "not afraid of Cleo anymore" exposure therapy today sir. i love it keep going

KIDS DO YOU WANT TO GO PLAY CATCH RIGHT NOW. SITS DOWN AND WATCHES INTENTLY. HI ANON I AM THINKING OF YOUR OUT OF CONTEXT SPOILERS RN.

fucking JCNCKFNCKDNCKF. insults Cleo, fails to find the button to the iron door, gets slapped for his troubles. I AM EATING SO GOOD RN

bro i. my mouth is open. jaw is flapping. this is some roleplay all right. also i love being right, there are TNT minecarts involved which means this is going to end Horribly.

IM SCREAMING. I WATCHED THAT BACK LIKE FIVE TIMES. there are literal tears in my eyes that was funnier than i possibly could ever have anticipated. AND ALSO BOTH OF THEM DIED IM FUCKING CACKLING.

i feel like i can HEAR Etho wondering if he'll need to edit out Scar's "banging" comment LMFAO

aaddhdnckfkg Joel's "ETHO?! disgusting" after Scar tattled on him in chat HELLO?

??????????? Scar crits him like. at least twice when they go back inside and Etho's just. so blasé about it. "he's going through his angsty teenage phase, i should leave" and Scar LETS HIM. the dynamics here are confusing me. i need to watch Scar's video. (i will confess to not keeping up with the Clockers since the first couple of episodes since Bdubs isn't uploading 😔)

Grian's "WHAT?!" after Etho admitted he didn't know why he blew up the bridge made me go into a coughing fit i laughed so hard. don't smoke, kids /srs

"i still have your sword, so if you ever need something from me—" sicko ha ha yessss dot jpeg. GIVE ME GRITHOOOOOO

bdubs crouching in a corner pointing a crossbow at Etho with his shield up and Etho is Still having a casual conversation. WHAT ARE THE DYNAMICS HERE?!

sorry, are you telling me. that Scott heard Etho say "uhhhh....yep" LIKE THAT in response to his question about whether that spot was how you access the farm loot and STILL WENT DOWN THERE? i'm also shocked that Martyn wasn't like "what do you mean, "tell them""

GODDAMMIT. who triggered it. i wanted to see that dynamic shift so bad.

KCNCMFMFM he is SO BAD at lying. it was a good decision to interrogate Jimmy first to confirm the Mean Gills' findings bc i don't think that man can tell when someone is lying to him Ever.

the unconvincing "whaaaat"s when Etho then goes to Joel & Grian 😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH GOD THAT FISHING ROD SNAG SCARED ME TOO. their little giggles 😭

NOT THE RED HOT PANTS, SKIZZ

uhm. episode conclusion: Etho is the Disneyland Dad™.

[heygerald]

OLD HABITS DIE HARD - PART 5/8

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x oc

Storms totally fucking suck. But some people make them a little bit better. 

Catch up here: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / *bonus chapter* / part 4 / ... / *bonus chapter* / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / *say yes*

Wind and rain howled outside the window, smattering the tarmac with pools of puddles that the crew would have to avoid come morning if the storm really did last until then like the weather reports predicted. A few palm trees swayed in the distance, illuminated by a sparse shock of lightning every twenty minutes or so. Zoe imagined that the lawn would be extra green come sunrise. Though, knowing the California coast, it would burnt a golden brown before the weekend. 

Before she would get to enjoy it. 

The lamp in the corner flickered with a rumble of thunder. 

She settled her head onto the couch cushion to eye it listlessly. It barely lit anything in the room up as is, and so part of her hoped that it would stay on just so she didn’t bang her shins when she finally convinced herself to get up off the couch, but part of her also selfishly wanted to be swathed in darkness so she could just sleep in the common room instead of her own bed. 

Another shock of lightning, another rumble of thunder. 

The lamp stayed on. 

She sighed, settling deeper onto the couch cushions, eyes drifting over the  memorabilia as if that would miraculously lull her to sleep. It was a pointless endeavor, she knew, but still better than admitting that she likely wouldn’t sleep at all tonight. 

Zoe was too amped up to do much of anything other than stare at the ceiling in misery, wishing that the storm would pass before too long, hoping to forget about the upcoming mission but knowing that was an impossible ask given how close it was now. 

Blerg.

She hated nights like this; when she was stuck with nothing but her thoughts. 

As if hearing her silent cries, someone flicked on the overhead lights, startling her upright. She groaned and threw her arms over her face. Almost just as quickly the person realized that the room wasn’t empty, and shut them off. 

“Oh, shit, sorry.” 

Darkness swallowed them both whole, and with nothing but the dull corner lamp, Zoe had to squint to make out any features. She saw blonde hair, green eyes, and a square jawline; all she would recognize even in her sleep.

“Jake?” she asked. 

“Oh,” he ambled a little closer, squinting down at her. “Zoe? What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the calming sounds of the roof being ripped off its hinges, obviously,” she quipped in a ragged, sleep deprived voice. The joke didn’t quite land like she had hoped it would, and Jake scrubbed a hand over his features as if trying to rid himself of his sleepiness. Clearing her throat, she frowned. “What are you doing? It’s, like, midnight.” 

“It’s almost two am,” he gave her an odd look.

Not having expected that much time to have passed, Zoe glanced at the clock on the wall. Big, blurry red letters blinked down at her with something that felt awfully judgmental for an inanimate object. She sighed realizing he was right, before depressing back onto the stuffy couch cushion. 

“Oh. I didn’t even realize that… what are you doing?”

Jake grunted. Not quite awake but not quite asleep either, and bumbled through the darkness towards the fridge. With an ineptness that she wasn’t used to seeing in him, he managed to hit his shin on the counter. 

He cursed, hopping a little on his other foot, before opening the fridge. 

“I was hungry,” he told her while blearily riffling through its contents. He was quick to pull out a water bottle and only after gulping down half of it, did his voice sound a little less sleep-ragged; smoother, like she was used to. “The storm woke me up. You want something?”

Her stomach twisted in knots. “No,” she told him wisely.

“There’s not anything in here, anyways,” he sighed, sounding eerily annoyed for having just woken up a few minutes earlier. Eventually, he settled on a bowl of grapes. Shutting the fridge, she could barely make out his bright eyes peering over across the room. They squinted a little, discerning, and she was suddenly happy for the darkness. “Have you slept at all yet, tonight?”

Zoe blushed, glancing out at the storm. 

“Not really.” 

“Oh... do you want to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. It’s just one of those nights, I guess.” 

“Aw, c’mon, Buzz,” he said, sounding more and more like his flagrant, smug self with every minute that he was with her even though his voice still had that croaky twang to it from just waking up. He nudged her legs aside with the back of his hand before promptly plopping down onto the opposite end of the couch. Zoe didn’t even bother protest; just let him stretch out, socked feet bumping her bare knees, shoulders wiggling as he adjusted into a more comfortable position.  “I know you better than you think. It’s two am and you sound exhausted. And, if I remember correctly, you like your sleep.”

“Who doesn’t like sleep?”

“You like your sleep like a mother bear likes its cubs. Aggressive enough that everyone knows not to get between you and your bed.” 

“You sure do know how to flatter a girl, Seresin.” 

There was a gleam of light that she figured was him rolling his eyes, before something bounced off of her forehead. Zoe plucked a grape out of her bra.

“Did you just chuck a grape at me?”

“No,” he said. Then did it again. 

“Will you—stop!” 

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” he simpered, popping a handful of grapes into his mouth to punctuate the point. Zoe might have punched him if she had more energy, but being angry this early in the morning took more effort than was worth the outcome. So, instead, she rolled her eyes at him before eating the grapes she had in hand. Jake watched her for another moment before softly nudging her with his foot. “You can talk about it, if you want. That always helped back during school.” 

It did. 

And, in some ways, it didn’t. 

Especially when she didn’t know who he was right now; didn’t know what sort of shoulder he was offering to be, if it was just a ploy to get into her pants or something more. They definitely weren’t enemies, and ever since he had apologized to her on the beach they had fallen back into old patterns from when they were friends. He would save her a seat at lunch, she would offer him some water after a hot run on the tarmac. There was laughing and jokes like there used to be, but there was also something that there didn’t used to be. 

Side eyeing and gentle touches and, dare she say, almost intimate conversations where he actually seemed interested in what she had to say. But she definitely wouldn’t say that they were more than friends because he was still him and she was still her and Zoe wasn’t about to throw herself back into that situation just yet. 

Not that there was a situation to begin with because Jake was quieter now, stared at her more, frowned a little bit tighter when she joked around with Rooster but he didn’t flirt or make sexual innuendoes or ask her to bed. So there wasn’t exactly anything to think about except the fact itself that she was thinking about him constantly. 

Which left her feeling like her stomach was in her throat. Like she was dive bombing in her jet. Like she wanted to punch him just as much as she wanted to kiss him. 

“You’re gonna get picked, you know,” he said quietly, mistaking her moment of overwhelming thoughts as hesitation. Zoe furrowed her brows at him all the same. He looked at his hands, fiddling with a stem of grapes, before continuing. “For the mission. You and Stitch are shoe-ins. I’d bet that you’re Mav’s first choice for a wingman on this thing.” 

She shook her head, eyes darting to the window where she watched raindrops streak down the pane. “Phoenix and Bob did way better in the timed exercise this week.” 

“He takes two teams.” 

“There’s still Fanboy and Payback. They had a better record than us today.” 

“Maybe,” Jake shrugged. He was wearing nothing but a loose fitting tank top and a pair of gray sweatpants, and if she didn’t know him better, she might have thought that he was the epitome of comfort right now. But his smile was small and his eyebrows were pinched in the middle. “But Payback can’t handle the G’s that it takes to climb the hill. He’s passed out once already. And Fanboy has been struggling with getting a lock on the target.” 

“Hm,” she pulled her sweatshirt tighter around herself. “Maybe.” 

“You will,” he reaffirmed. 

It was nice to hear that he had so much confidence in her; maybe more confidence than she had in herself, and not wanting the moment to be unbalanced, she nudged him with her pink toes. “You’re gonna get picked too.” 

For once in his life, Zoe would have described his smile as bashful. 

“Maybe,” he said. 

She smiled softly at him, liking the way that he was quiet and shy in the dark when there was no one else to see, but also not liking the way it felt so familiar to all those years ago. It had been easy to fall in love with Jake. So easy that she cursed herself for it in the time that followed, wondering why she hadn’t seen the red flag, why she hadn’t caught on, why she had been so stupid. 

But here, now, she realized that she wasn’t stupid. 

Jake Seresin was just someone that was easy to love, even when you knew that you shouldn’t. 

Zoe turned away before she could think about it anymore, roving her gaze to the ceiling where she watched lightning streak across the shadows every couple minutes. Jake didn’t say anything else, either. In fact, he fell so silent and still that she thought he might have actually fallen back asleep. But, when she glanced at him, he was just munching on his grapes with a thoughtful look on his face. 

She pulled a lip between her teeth, chewed on it, then started, “hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you—” 

A clap of thunder shook the entire building to the point that Zoe wondered if the foundation hadn’t splintered in two, and she jolted upright on the couch with a mangled squeal. Luckily, it wasn’t loud enough to be heard over the storm still raging outside, but the opposite end of the couch shook from Jake’s incredulous laughter.

“Jesus,” he wheezed. “What even was that noise?”

“Shut up,” she kicked him.

“No, seriously, is your throat alright? Because I know you’re scared of storms, but I think you might have just permanently damaged a vocal chord or something, Preston.” 

“Oh, shove it,” she chucked a pillow at him. It hit his face with an indelicate thud, but did nothing to wipe the smile off of his features. Huffing, Zoe wrapped her arms around herself and tried to lie back down. Though, her gaze flickered to the window before she could stop herself when another flash of lightning peeled across the stormy sky. “I’m not scared of storms. I just… don’t, you know, enjoy them. No one does.” 

“I don’t mind them.” 

“No one with a brain then,” she harrumphed. 

“I thought you liked the rain.” 

“I do,” she said. Then, momentarily paused to glance at Jake. “How do you know that?”

“Seriously? Anytime it was raining back during training you always get this cute little smile on your face. You would drag me to sit with you outside on the porch so you could listen to it. I even went running with you one day during a fucking monsoon.” 

“It wasn’t a monsoon,” she rolled her eyes. 

“I had a cold for, like, a week.” 

Zoe frowned, considering the memory. “I forgot about that.” 

Really, what she meant was, she was surprised that he had remembered that in the first place. Or the fact that she liked listening to the rain. Their relationship hadn’t ended well, and Zoe had done everything she could in her power to forget about the days they spent talking to one another about nothing, wrapped up in bed, sharing their hopes and dreams with each other. Memories like that were too painful to consider when she lingered on how Jake had broken things off between them as if it were nothing. 

But, if it were nothing, would he still cling to those memories?

Deciding she didn’t want to linger on that particular thought, Zoe nudged him with her toes, amending, “oh, yeah, I do remember. You complained about it for the next month. Something about how you thought you were gonna die.” 

Indignation swept the smile right off his face. “I had a fever, Preston. People die of the flu every year, you know.” 

“Not in April.” 

“My bones were cracking every time I moved,” he popped another grape into his mouth, chewing through it while still arguing, “I was pretty sure there was fluid in my lung. You could have killed me. Maybe that was your plan all along.” 

“If I wanted to kill you, I would have by now,” she huffed. 

“There’s still tomorrow.” 

She almost laughed. At him, at his humor, at how easy it was to fall into an intimate atmosphere when around Jake. But another clap of thunder boomed in the sky, effectively ruining the moment before he might have said something stupid enough to ruin it himself. With wide eyes, she glanced through the window nervously. 

“The storm’s passing, Zoe. It’s gonna be fine.” 

“It doesn’t sound like it’s passing.” 

“The thunder is getting further apart,” he pointed out, all rough voice and tired eyes as he watched her. Still, that did little to quell the queasiness in her chest. She felt his weighted stare for another, long moment. Then, Jake set his empty bowl aside before waving a hand to her with a sigh. “Alright, come on.” 

She glanced away from the window, furrowing her brows at him. “What?”

“You’re practically shaking the entire damn couch.”

“Okay, well, I was here first,” she said, nose in the air, if only to help her ignore the fact that she was shaking as much as he said she was. “But, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna cuddle you. Go bug Payback if you want someone to spoon.” 

“I don’t wanna spoon anyone,” he said. Then added with a look, “and if I did, it definitely wouldn’t be him. Coyote is more my kinda guy. Or Bob, maybe.” 

“Seriously?”

Jake shrugged harmlessly. “What can I say? The kid’s cute. Something about the glasses I think. Maybe the accent too.” 

Zoe thought about how weird that sounded coming from someone like Jake. Someone that screamed masculinity and bro-code when he was strutting down the beach with sun-kissed shoulders because he refused to use sunscreen. Then again, he was an easy going guy who liked to joke around more than anything else. And he actually cared about his friends; despite what he said that might prove the opposite. 

The oddness of his comment distorted with another crack of thunder. 

“Seriously, Preston,” he waved at her. Almost impatiently. Almost because his tone was soft and encouraging, rather than annoyed or bored. His eyes gleamed in the darkness with something she couldn’t quite place, but that she selfishly hoped to remember come morning. “It’s not a big deal. I cuddle my friends all the time. But it is almost three am and we both need to sleep at some point.” 

“You don’t have to wait around for me,” she argued, voice weak at best. “Plus, it’ll be... weird.” 

“It won’t be weird,” he stated with a sigh. There was something vulnerable in his voice, though. Tomorrow, she would wonder if he did it reflexively or if he was trying to cover up something else. “Come on.”

Zoe bit her lip and looked at the storm outside, considering how much she did want to crawl into his arms despite everything. He had always made her feel safe, his arms tight around her, his breath hot on her throat as a reminder that he was real. And with her nerves fried from weeks of training and stress, she considered the possibility that doing so might actually get her to relax. 

Sighing, she relented. “Okay. Just until the storm passes, though.” 

"Just until the storm passes,” he said quietly. 

He smiled a little when she looked at him, but it was tight at the corners. It matched the stress ringing his eyes, the slight furrowing of his brows. An odd thought; she rarely saw Jake stressed about anything, let alone something as trivial as asking a girl to cuddle. 

“Okay,” she said again, this time more to herself as she tried not to linger on the look or the sound of his voice, the couch creaking beneath her as she moved. 

It was a little awkward at first; bumbling. 

Zoe tried to remain as small as possible as she fell into the space between him and the back couch cushion; him trying not to move her too much as he tried to put an arm beneath her shoulders; both of them struggling to remember the last time they had done something as intimate as this. 

“I told you,” she muttered. “Weird.” 

“So weird,” he replied. “It’s like we’ve never seen each other naked before.” 

They blinked at each other. Him almost in disbelief that he had just said that and her stunned that she didn’t really mind the joke all that much. And when Zoe shook her head with a laugh, Jake did too.  Something washed over them in the next moment. Something, not quite familiar, but peaceful. Not quite understood, but wanted. 

Together, their bodies seemed to mold to one another like muscle memory. 

Jake pulled her a little further onto his chest. She settled a knee between his legs while draping her free arm over his torso. His fingers skimmed where her sweatshirt had ridden up, shocks of warmth tingling along her spine from the simple touch. When she hitched her hip into a more comfortable position Jake settled his other hand onto the smooth indent of her leg. And when they were finally comfortable, they let out a deep, long breath in unison. 

Suddenly, the storm didn’t feel so near. 

“See?” he mumbled into her hair. His tone was breathy, and lacking the normal smugness that she had grown to hate over the years. “Better, right?”

There was a crack of thunder. 

Zoe held her breath until she realized that it was, in fact, getting further away, and as Jake pulled her a little tighter against his chest, she nodded. 

“Yeah,” her own tone was breathy. “Better.” 

They fell into a comfortable silence like that. The storm growing further and further away, their eyes adjusting to the dimness of the room, the rain playing a staccato pitter-patter on the window pane. Somewhere behind them the clock ticked away. However, for the first time that night, Zoe didn’t seem to mind. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asked. 

“Nothing.” 

“Liar,” his chest rumbled underneath her ear. “You have that look on your face.” 

“Look?” she frowned up at him.

Jake said nothing though, gave nothing away about which particular look he was talking about or how he could recognize it in such a poorly lit room. Maybe that was a question she didn’t want answered anyway.

He arched a brow and she relented. 

It never did take much prompting from him. Sometimes, when it came to Jake Seresin, she wondered if there was anything that she wouldn’t give up should he ask. 

“I’m thinking about how I hope it’s still raining in the morning so I can go for a run. Even if the tarmac is wet, I still like to run in the rain,” she told him, only the barest sliver of joking in her voice. She would like to go for a run in the rain. But, seeing as how they still needed to perfect their flight maneuvers, rain was not something that she wanted to deal with slowing her down. That thought alone had the humor leaching from her voice. “And… I’m thinking about the mission.” 

“Are you scared?”

She frowned. Was she?

“No,” she told him after a moment had passed, shaking her head against his shoulder. His breath hitched at the movement, and she forced herself to stop, assuming that her hair was tickling him. Instead, she cleared her throat while toying with the strings on her sweatshirt. “Not for myself, anyways. I guess I’m more worried about everyone else.” 

“It’s going to be okay.” 

“Maybe. Maybe not,” she admitted. Maybe everyone would be totally fine and they could all go out for drinks afterwards. Or maybe something would go wrong that would result in the loss of a teammate. Or maybe everything would go wrong resulting in no one making it home. “Do you think that…” 

He shifted, peering down at her through the darkness. “What?”

“What do you think is gonna happen when the mission is over? I mean, everyone is gonna get new stations; we’ll all get scattered. Probably around the world. Which sucks.”

Jake’s eyes tightened for a moment before his gaze darted to the window. “Rooster will visit you anywhere, you know. He’s made that fairly clear. He never stops talking about you when you’re in a training exercise without him.”   

“I know. But it’s not just him. It’s Phoenix and Bob and Yale and…” 

You. 

The word caught in the back of her throat. Unsaid, unspoken, but somehow still floating in the air between them before she was able to stop it. She felt Jake go stiff beneath her, and suddenly Zoe wanted to disappear into the couch cushions so that she wouldn’t have to face what was coming next. 

The flirty grin or sexual innuendo. The snarky comment. The rude rejection. 

Eyes shut, she didn’t notice the way that Jake’s gaze darted over every inch of her features in shock, or the way that he licked his lips nervously, or the way that his hand tightened ever so slightly on her hip. 

When he finally did speak, he said none of those things.

“You and Phoenix have been friends for years. She’s pretty committed to keeping you around, so she’s not just gonna forget about you. And neither will Bob. He’s a Southern gentleman, afterall. He’s probably been raised to write thank-you letters to every person he meets. Yale is an idiot, but he’s always on his phone. And as for…” Jake paused, licking his lips once more, before settling on, “the rest of us, we’re gonna miss hanging out with you. Miss the way that you get so fucking competitive at darts or sing completely off-key during workouts or obsessively knock your hand three times on the table before leaving for good luck.” 

Zoe frowned. Did she do that? She didn’t even know. 

“I’ll, ahem, we’ll miss you more than you could probably even realize. It’s not gonna be the same without you around. So don’t worry, you know. We’ll keep in touch.” 

“Yeah?” she blinked up at him. 

“Yeah,” he smiled. Toothy, but just a little bit cautious. “Definitely. Plus, everyone comes back to see Penny a couple times a year and she’s not even a pilot. You’re definitely better than her.” 

“Then Penny?” Zoe shook her head with an uncharacteristic giggle. She blamed it on the sleepless nights and the passing storm. “Not so sure about that. She gives you beer.” 

“A close second then.” 

She snorted. Jake winked. 

They didn’t argue it any further. Perhaps the only time in their history that she had let him call her second best without Zoe really minding all that much. 

And as the storm moved off into the distance, the pair found themselves enjoying each other’s company on the stuffy, common room couch more than they ever thought possible. Zoe liked that he was warm; the hothead took the nickname a little too literally, she thought, and seemed to radiate heat no matter what he was wearing. She also liked to listen to the steady beat of his heart. It played a different rhythm than the rain outside. One that was somehow more soothing to her in the darkness. And she liked the way that his hand seemed to subconsciously smooth circles on her leg. 

Maybe, she thought in a lucid state, she just liked Jake. 

Before she could dwell on that thought, he nudged her in the side. 

“Hm?”

“The storms past,” he told her. 

She didn’t see why that mattered all that much. “And?” 

“You can’t fall asleep here,” he whispered. She realized that he was right and pried her eyes open—not having realized she closed them in the first place—to find him looking at her with soft eyes and an even softer smile. “Stitch will dump a bucket of water on you if he finds you in the morning.” 

“He wouldn’t.” 

“Wouldn’t he?”

Ugh. He definitely would. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered. “I’m coming.” 

“I’ve heard that before,” he laughed. 

Zoe waved him off as Jake sat up. He was careful not to give her an accidental elbow to the face, and while she pawed at her heavy eyes, he put his bowl into the sink. He returned a moment later to pry her hands away from her eyes. She swore his skin was burning rings around her wrists. 

“Don’t make me carry you to your room,” he said, fixing her with a mischievous look. 

She batted his hand away, actually afraid that he might. 

When Zoe stood, Jake was right there; firm chest pressed into hers, head tilted down as hers was tilted up, eyes gentle as they roved over her exhausted features. She had been thankful for the darkness a lot tonight; it hid her blushes and her screams and her worried looks. But right now, as they stood inches apart, Zoe wished it was a little bit brighter inside so that she might catch a glimpse of what he was thinking.

“Jake?”

“Yeah?”

She licked her lips, poked her cheek with her tongue, and finally decided the best thing to say was the easiest. “Thanks for… being a friend. This helped a lot.” 

Something indiscernible muddled his face. 

“Yeah, of course. Anything for a, uh, you know… friend,” he said, as if it had been the obvious thing to do, but his voice cracked a little at the end, and his eyes were a little too wide for him to blame it on sleep. Noticing, he cleared his throat. “Now seriously, come on, let’s get you to bed before it starts storming again.” 

He made for the door. 

Zoe frowned at the sudden absence of his warmth, not having even noticed how much she had been leaning towards him until he was gone. Her body almost ached at the loss; a reminder that, no matter how many times she promised herself that she was over him, there were some memories that would forever be ingrained into her muscles. 

Then, she thought about what he said. 

Gaze nervously flickering outside, her frown deepened, as she quickly followed. 

“But… it’s not going to, though, right?”

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Yuu not giving a fuck anymore bc they get into fights too many time so if someone's gets in their face ONE more time there bitting them and ripping off skin.

TW: BLOOD, BIT OF A NOSE BEING TEARN OFF!

So there's been this Savanaclaw wolf beastman that kept messing with you. But after getting into 10 different fights he still messed with you so you decided to give him a warning anyone would understand. ESPECIALLY Beastman from Afterglow Savahna.

Savanaclaw student: *leans in hella close, where you feel his hot ass breath* You looking for a beating perfect?

Yuu: come a lil closer..

Savanaclaw student: *does so but dosen't realize* What you gonna-

Yuu: *sinks their teeth in on their nose and is using their nails to tear at their shoulders and uniform*

The first years: *watching in horror* OMG YUU-

The dorm leaders: hOLY SHIT-

Savanaclaw student: *finally pries off Yuu with a little bit of their nose missing and a fuck ton of scratches in their shoulders and their uniform ripped to shreds* YOU- YOU FREAK!

Yuu: *spits the bit of nose they have in their face and grins a feral grin* awweee did the big dumb wolf not know this herbivore has fangs?

Savanaclaw student: FUCK YOU! YOU- YOU-

Leona: *steps between you two* Enough! *looks at his underclassmen* go to the nurse.

Savanaclaw student: *nods and rushes off*

Leona: *looks at Yuu* wtf herbivore you never told me you had fangs?

Yuu: HE asked for it. *turns to Epel who gives them a napkin and Sebek giving them a water bottle to spit out the blood* thank you. Plus I usually don't fight like that but I'm pretty sure he got the message.

Epel: HA he's lucky you didn't try to go for the throat.

Sebek: I agree. BUT THAT WAS SO FOOLISH HUMAN YOU COULD GET SOME DICEASE FROM HIM NOW!

Yuu: *shivers* EW SEBEK DONT SAY THAT!

Jack: *dosent know if he's turn on or terrified* omg you almost ripped his face off-

Grim: THATS MY HENCHMAN MAHAHAHAHA!

ADeuce: *looking at Yuu dumbfounded and agreeing not to anger you*

Ortho: I can do a quick scan too see if you got anything from him!

Yuu: aahhhh yes please and thank you.

768 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

#4

Mc being the one to take out the sword in the stone.

Like NRC goes to RSA and there's this sword in an anvil onto of a stone in the middle of the campus and some prince overbloated and Mc got separated from their friends and had to improvise since the overbloater found them first.

So they rushed to the sword they saw and everyone getting there at the last second where Mc took the sword out like a prince and pointed at the overbloater.

And everyone just stops bc there's a light coming from heaven and angels are singing-

Even the overbloater even stopped and in shock transformed back.

Mc: oh thank God I don't know how to use a sword-

RSA: ALL HAIL THE KING/QUEEN/MONARCH!

Mc: *looks at the sword then at the stone and anvil.....and it clicks its like the sword in the stone* Fuck.

Mc is then crowned the all mighty ruler above every other Monarch. And they're just sitting there like wtf do I do. Ambrose then walked I'm "Huh I knew you were destined for somethign I just didn't know what." Mc then just sits there as their friends come to them.

The first years are asking to be apart of their court. Which Yuu says yes to. The royal boys of the group are like "Holy shit I could marry them-" and the ones from lower family's are like "Ayo slide some money-" Riggie is quaking in his boots bc holy shit your loaded now-

All the overbloater feel horrible bc the one destined to rule over the lands like a true monarch is here and they almost killed them.

Crowley is having a field day with this "I knew you were a good bet to chose!" Mc orders Crowley to be banished from their Palace. Sebek and Jack are kinda like bodyguards now and yeah.

Mc: No bc fr how do I rule a country-

Leona: idk I'm the second in line so-

Malleus: *sighs* I'll help come on well start with the basic lessons from Lilia.

To me it kinda makes sense since Yuu is basically acting as all the heros when fighting the overbloats. (I also have a angst idea for when Malleus overbloats.)

So thoughts on this?

944 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

#3

Me thinking of RSA how they would see Yuu as a person in distress since their such a nice person in a Villian school. There was like 100 RSA boys.

But they don't tell Yuu they kidnap them. And Yuu punches them and runs to the Hall of Mirrors.

They rushed in Heartslabyul and Scream for Ace and Duece while Grim is setting fire to the RSA boys. Ace sees them first and jumps into action and Deuce runs in too swinging at all the boy's trying to grab Yuu.

Trey ends up hearing everything and Carter rushes to them Cater sends out a text to everyone and Riddle gets it.

In rage Riddle sends Off With Your Heads to 4 different RSA students.

Yuu continues on to Savanaclaw where Jack smells their destrest really all of the Savanaclaw boys they ended up seeing Caters text and jump into action they got 8 RSA boys and Leona was going to use Kings Roar but Yuu ran to him and told him NO-

Ruggie pickpockets all the rich boys. And made them trip and follow him. Jack ran at Yuu and booked it into the Hall and into Octavinelle.

Azul already saw the text and had Floyd and Jade ready.

He let Jack and Yuu in but when the RSA boys came they got 6 of them old was yelling leave leave shrimpy alone while Jade gave his Sadist smile.

The RSA boys screamed for help and Azul smiled at them "I can male a contract to help you~" bit non of them were willing to.

Jack continued to run away from the ones that rushed out of Octavinelle.

And now in Scarabia Yuu screamed for Jamil and Kalim.

Jamil ordered his boys to throw sand in the RSA boys they got 10 of them. Kalim a little bit mad at them for trying to take his friend made Oasis maker in then to drown them for a little. And Jamil used Snake Whisper on them to listen

Jack continued to Pomefiore where Vil was itching to show these RSA boys who is the fairest. Epel used himself as a distraction and Rook shot them down with electric arrows.

Vil gave the students gas masks and made sleeping smoke bomb to know out 20 RSA kids but Jack continued and made sure jot to breath in the gas.

Ignihyde was easy to get in and hide because of the security Idia had he saw the text and wanted to punish the normies trying to take his player two!

Ortho didn't like how his Older sibling was going to get kidnapped so he did a scan on all the RSA kids.

They got 40 of them. But Jack continued but ended up falling when Beast got him. Jack yelled for Yuu to run and they did so.

And to the final dorm Diasomnia.

The rest of the RSA boys were after them. 12 were left. Sebek and Silver got to them knocking down 6.

Then Lilia came and got 5 one got away and rushed to Yuu.

Yuu got cornered while this happened all the NRC students rushed in and to Yuu.

They saw Yuu was cornered and wad going to butt in but then some of the Defeated RSA students began to fight again.

Yuu: BACK UP!

Rando 'Prince Charming': Come fair one I can free you! *grabs their arm hard hut dosent know*

Yuu: ok then yOU ALL ASKED FOR IT *this caused some of the students to stop fighting and Look at them*

Yuy took in a big deal breath and bellowed

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1,055 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

#2

Pt 9 scammer get scammed. And a cute arson date!

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1,177 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Yuu, breaking into Diasomnia through a window, holding an orphaned baby dragon: MALLEUS I HAVE FOUND US A CHILD

Malleus: what-

Lilia: A GRANDCHILD-

Silver: oh just like father did with me-

Sebek: NO I WON'T STAND FOR THIS!!

Yuu: I found them in the forest so hurt and decided I should come here bc it imprinted on me so-

Malleus: I will be the best father there could ever be!

Lilia: *wiping a tear of joy* That's my boy!

Sebek: I SAID I WON'T- *sees the baby dragons small form and hoe cute it is* I WILL PROTECT THIS BABY WITH MY LIFE WAKA-SAMA!

1,593 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

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[tommyboykaulitz]

Bam Margera x reader

Description:You and Bam sneak off during a party after work for some…intimate time.

Warning:Oral (m receiving), p n v, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol

~

“Whenever your ready Bam” Knoxville yells out.

Your boyfriend Bam is standing at the top of this big ramp leading into a bowl full of tasers, the man behind the plan obviously being Knox. Bams last stunt of the day before you can head home. Bams about to drop in when Johnny turns to the camera saying “So we’re playing a little prank on Bam Bam today, not only is he dropping into all these tasers but we also attached one to the bottom of his board in case he doesn’t get enough of a shock.”

Right when you look back to Bam, you see him barreling towards the tasers and he skates around getting tased at least 20 times before picking up his board and weaving through the rest to get out. Still holding his board he walks up to the camera, and Knox sends of the taser board. Bam yells at the unexpected pain and throws the board at Johnny.

“What the hell man?” Bam laughed at Johnny who was falling on the ground, his iconic laugh following him. You laugh with him before Bam playfully shoves you and tells you to start getting ready to leave. You turn around and start saying your goodbyes when Steve-O asks “Hey you planning on stopping by the party tonight?”

“It’s not one of you ‘wonderful’ house parties is it?” You ask cocking a brow up.

Steve-O lets out a short chuckle “No man Pontius is throwing it. It’s at his cabin in the woods.”

“Oh if Pontius is having it, definitely. We’ll be there.” You hug Steve-O and finish saying your goodbyes before Bam wraps his arm around your shoulders and walks you to the car. You get in and start driving to Bams place before heading to your own.

“Hey be ready by 7, I’ll pick you up.”

“What for?”He asks giving you a quick peck before hugging you.

“Steve-O invited us to Pontius’ party tonight.”

“Oh sick, ill be ready. I love you. Drive safe.”

You tell him you love him too before you head home. It’s only 5 so you have a half hour before you need to get ready. You go to your room and just sit on your phone charging it. Your alarm goes off signaling that it’s time to get ready. You strip down and get in the shower. Your covered in mud so it takes you a bit longer today. When you get out you try and decide what you want to wear. Knowing Pontius there is going to be a lot of random people there too so you just chose something comfortable. Your wear your baggy low-rise khaki pants revealing the strings of your g-string with a black playboy top. You don’t do any make-up and just straighten your hair. You check the time and you still have 15 minutes before you need to head out to pick up Bam. So you grab your stash and start rolling some joints, blunts, and a couple bowls. You grab your bong, keys, phone, and one of Bams sweaters before getting in your car to pick him up.

~

You pull up to Bams house and honk a few times. Telling him to come out. He gets to the car and plants a few kisses to your lips and neck before you push him off.

“What the hell man, I can’t kiss my girlfriend anymore,” he says mockingly.

“Oh shut up Bam. I just want to get there on time,” you shove his shoulder laughing.

~

You guys pull up to the party right after Steve-O. Bam immediately jumps out and sneaks up on Dunn before tackling him to the ground.

“Y/N you made it. I brought some blow.” Steve-O holds out a little bag of c0ke.

“Sick, I brought us some tree.” Your respond showing your bong.

You and Steve-O walk over to the fire and sit by Knox, Pontius, Ehren, and Dico. You plop down in the loveseat across from Pontius and start emptying your water in the bong.

“Oh hey Y/N, you gonna share?” Dico asks holding out his hand. You pass him a spliff before taking a few rips out of the bong. You feel a cold wet sensation on the right side of your neck, you whip your head around to see Bam handing you a beer. You give him a kiss as he sits down beside you with his arm around your shoulder. You keep taking big rips from you bong until the bowls empty.

“Dammit,” you say pissed realizing your not high yet. You turn to Steve-O and do a little hand gesture, wiping the bottom side of your nose, before sneaking off to the house with him.

“Where yall going?”

“We’ll be right back baby we’re just going to get some more beers.” You tell Bam giving him a quick peck. You walk up the hill to the house with Steve-O thinking where people won’t see you. You walk into the house and people are everywhere. You go upstairs and go to the bathroom. People. You try going to Pontius’ parents room. People. You decide your going to have to go to Pontius’ room. Which was always trashed hints why nobody ever goes into it. You and Steve-O walk in and clean off a table and make room for you to sit. He pours some of the contents of the bag out on the table and you crush up 6 lines. Three for him and three for you. You take out a crushed up dollar from your pocket and roll it up tight before sn0rting up the wonderful lines you’ve made. You sit there for a second before Steve-O gets up and goes to the bathroom.

You knew what was going to happen later. C0ke always made you horny so you stood up and cleaned up Pontius’ bed revealing the only clean spot in the room. You walk out the room and meet up with Steve-O.

“You ready to head back Y/N?”

“Yeah let’s roll.” you say as you put your shades back on. You walk down the hill to the rest of the guys.

“Hey your ba—wheres the beer?”

“Fuck I knew we forgot something. Some fans kept talking and talking and wouldn’t let us go.”You quickly responded before sitting beside Bam. He pulls down his sleeve and wipes the powder of your nose you forgot about.

~

The party kept going and you were getting hungry for Bam. Seeing him sit there all beat up from the stunts he did that day. You lean in and whisper in his ear “How ‘bout we go somewhere a little more…private?”Kissing his earlobe as you pull away. He looks at you with excitement in his eyes as you stand up and pull him to the house holding his hand. You manage to sneak past people without them seeing you. You walk into Pontius’ room and sit Bam on the edge of the bed, wasting no time you undo his heartagram belt buckle.

“Woah someones impatient,” You pull his pants down a little, him lifting his hips to help you get them off. You kiss him and then let you finger slip into the waistband of his boxers before pulling them off. Grabbing him at the base with one hand and his balls with the other. You lick the small amount of precum that was already leaking out of him. You hear a small gasp come from him.

You never really give him blowjobs so when you do he loves it. He looks down at you and he makes eye contact as you lick the bottom of his shaft before taking his tip in your mouth. You play with it with your tongue before taking all of him in. His head falls back with instant pleasure as you bob your head up and down him. You pull up and only have the tip in your mouth before feeling him bring you back down “Fuck Y/N” you pick up your pace and go quicker following your lips with your hand. “Baby I’m so close,” he lets out a moan which makes you moan. Feeling the vibrations Bam brings your head down and releases a load down your throat. As you come back up you lick the last amount off before pushing him back on the bed.

“God baby, your so good”

“Thank you baby, now how about a little more? You think you can fill this little pussy Bammy?”

“Oh hell yeah” he pulls your shirt off after his own and tears your panties off.

“BAM!” you yell mad about him ruining your favorite G-String.

“I’ll buy you a new one”

“You better,” you put his tip under your wet hole as he grabs your hips. You start slowing sinking down on it before he pulls you down to fill you. You moan at the sudden feeling of him inside you and he kisses your breasts because of it. Your too impatient to go slow you start slamming up and down on his cock holding the headboard as you both let out a series of pleasurable noises before you announce your close. You start grinding forward and back on his cock to get him close. He grabs your ass with one hand and your waist with other before flipping you so he is on top.

He starts slamming into you moving his hands up to your breasts groping them and playing with the nipples between his fingers. He slams into you one more time before you cum all over him. He starts to pull out but you want him to cum in you so you wrap your legs around him. Pushing him back in so he can too. He lasts a few more pumps before he fills you up. Both of you liquids spilling out of you and down your thighs. He gets up and grabs a towel and cleans you up. He lays with you there your naked bodies pressing up against each other as he cuddles up behind you.

“I love you Y/N”

“I love you too,” You fall asleep and when you wake up in your bedroom and Bam is nowhere to be seen.

“Dammit, I dreamt about Bam again”

[sebrrari]

for the 5 sentence fics: daniel/lando, nerves

god i am so sorry in advance, i can say with 99.99999% certainty this is not what you had in mind. it's also not 5 sentences i think i'm batting a thousand in terms of not being able to keep it to that length.

but we move. please forgive me. a lil nsfw under the cut.

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lando 🍊🏎️😂 norris (9:21pm): remember tht time you said that  if i ever needed like life advice to ask you

danny 3️⃣🖕 (9:29pm): no but continue

lando 🍊🏎️😂 norris (9:30pm): can i just come over 

danny 3️⃣🖕 (9:34pm): yeah but don’t be jealous when you find out i got the good hotel room

danny 3️⃣🖕 (9:36pm): and bring a snack. i like those choco protein bars but michael never lets me get them

lando tosses the protein bar to daniel as soon as he steps in the door, and daniel unceremoniously rips the wrapper and settles back on the couch in the main room of the suite. he pats the cushions to get lando to sit with him.

“so, ‘sup,” he says around a bite big enough to fill his mouth. 

“okay, swear you won’t fucking laugh,” lando says. he’s fidgeting with his rings, daniel notices - so it’s something that’s actually bothering him, then. daniel takes another bite and crosses his heart with his free hand, a gesture of goodwill and teammate trust. 

“i have… there’s something that i’ve never done before. that i think- i’m going to have to do. i want to do,” lando continues, stilted. “and i don’t know what i’m doing. and i should, i think-” 

“mate,” daniel interrupts him to put him out of his misery. “you’re gonna have to tell me if you want me to help. i’ve touched your dick, you can trust me.” 

“shut up!” lando squeals, his face turning red as he reaches across to smack daniel’s arm. “i’m fucking nervous, i’ve been bricking it for like a month about this.” 

daniel sweeps his tan arms out, wide and open, and gives lando a face that says on with it already.

“ithinkluisawantsmetogodownonher,” lando rushes out, and despite his best attempt at a poker face daniel busts out laughing. 

“oh, jesus, i thought you were like, fucking dying or something!” he manages between gasps for air. 

“why would i ask you for advice on dying? and you promised not to laugh!”

daniel nods and tries to compose himself. “sorry, sorry. it’s just- i guess i respect that you’re asking for pointers. do you even know where the clit is?”

lando swats at him again. “yes- fuck, i should’ve never asked you, you’re fucking horrible.” 

daniel giggles again, then folds his hands and his lap and thinks for a moment. explaining how to eat a girl out sounds entirely ineffectual and- oh. 

he did make good use of the oversized shower earlier, before lando texted. he’d spent luxurious minutes lathering himself up with the hotel’s oranges and cream moisturizing soap and rinsing with hot water until his skin was pink, debating whether or not to put a finger in when he jerked off before bed. he wonders if… 

“i don’t think i should explain this to you,” daniel says with a serious face. lando’s own expression shutters immediately, his mouth slamming shut and his shoulders tensing up towards his ears. 

“oh, right. no, that’s cool. i didn’t mean to, like-” 

“nah,” daniel smiles, “god, it's so easy to fuck with you. it’d just be weird and unhelpful. but…” 

he pauses to shift a little, spreads his legs and turns up the heat in his gaze. “i could give you a little practice session. you strike me as a hands-on learner."

lando’s mouth drops open, a little shocked, but clearly not disgusted at the thought. he looks at daniel’s lap, the slice of inner thigh exposed to him just below the hem of daniel’s shorts. daniel wonders what he's thinking, if he's already imagining how daniel's hole is going to feel on his tongue, if - when the day comes - he'll be comparing his girlfriend's pussy to daniel's own musky, salty tang.

“yeah,” lando says, and it comes out hoarse. he clears his throat and looks daniel in the eye. “i mean, i’d be cool with that. if you’re offering your services. or whatever.”

daniel grins and leans towards lando’s pouty lips. he'll have to remember to show him how to put those to good use, too - maybe he'll also tell lando to suck him off, to flip him over and treat the tip of his dick like he would a clit, to lick and suck at it softly, endlessly.

“oh, i’m offering a little more than that, mate,” he murmurs, then seals it with a hot kiss. 

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[adagaium]

a meta about the physiological and psychological damage done to ardyn ft. the scourge, the crucifixion, 2000 years in angelgard.

warnings for mentions of torture , starvation , probably some blasphemy ?? maybe ?

so uHHHH ardyn was imprisoned in angelgard for 2k years (@ all of us who once had theories that he was Just Wandering Around rip to ardyn’s exciting time passage adventures, tho please continue with that bc its a lot less bad than canon i’ll reckon), and on top of that, he was crucified. having his body in that position combined with his own weight can lead to asphyxiation- one of many things on a list of causes of death when a person is crucified. if not asphyxiation, death can come from: cardiac rupture, heart failure, hypovolemic shock, acidosis, asphyxia, arrhythmia, and pulmonary embolism, or a horrendous combination of those. so that’s bad.

he was held like this for 2000 years, had no food or water, and squenix wants us to believe that he could move at all when he was freed? yeah no. no he could not. he wouldn’t be daemonifying anyone in the escape, with the level of emaciation? heck he … nah he could barely move guys. since he had suffered repeated deaths of various kinds, ardyn truly looked a mess and his healing ability didn’t kick in until he was actually given food and water, most of which his body initially rejected as is the case with suddenly getting food after nOT HAVING IT for that long period of time. 

ANYWAY! the other thing about crucifixion is it is meant as humiliation on top of torture. the game says ardyn had clothes on that is NOT what happened. so he had that trauma of being stripped bare and injured again and again and haha it sure hurt! ardyn can feel pain (although his pain tolerance is very high), the executioners decided to cut his throat to make him stop screaming and he stopped but it didn’t kill him, because he can’t die now, which is awful. 

it took about 4 days in angelgard before ardyn’s second actual death. the cycle was usually he would die and be reborn every 4 or 5 days …. for 2000 years. this is why he was even conscious at all when verstael broke into angelgard, as the scientist was in luck that ardyn’s body had recently revived itself. 

ardyn has scars from all of that because of how frequently he died in that manner. while one death in angelgard may not have left those scars, he suffered thousands of deaths locked away, so of course those scars never went away (it’s also why the scar on his chest and stomach stayed, as they were inflicted as his first death).

additionally, the trauma from being stripped bare and suffering that sort of humiliation never left him, which is another reason why ardyn doesn’t like taking his clothes off. sure, he has a bunch of other people's memories thanks to carrying their daemons, but some traumas just are THERE ALWAYS. 

it took more than 7 months after angelgard for ardyn to have the strength to do anything. verstael performed experiments on ardyn while he was unconscious, learning that ardyn gained strength from the scourge by flat out injecting him with tainted blood and noticing how it sped up the recovery process, and there's a reason ardyn hates verstael- that's near the top of the list.