#get a load of that dog (fox

[longevitus]

Bites at strange objects, because he doesn’t really get is going on but he’s hungry, and maybe some of these strange items could be food! He’s never been good at hunting, but scavenging? Sort of.

[illicitghoul]

you’re instagram if you were in the BAU!

my first ever post :DDD yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah

spencer x reader • healthy and established relationship cause he goes through 2 much

part 2! https://www.tumblr.com/illicitghoul/748578849035599872/youre-instagram-if-you-were-in-the-bau-p2

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yourusername spence has converse for each mood he is in and changes them out when his mood changes. it’s like a mood ring of shoes if you will

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penny.cia JJ ME AS WELL

[allfortheslay25]

In an au where milo has siblings that aren't Maya and Ollie, what would they be like and how would it affect the canon lore in miloverse?

Finally, I can answer this ask✨

Sorry for the long wait, I ended up pretty busy with my job and was backed up with loads of asks (I don’t like mixing my doodles unless it’s just one or two but I had HUNDREDS of asks about All for the fish and decided to just pick through and answer as many as I dared)

Anyways! For Other Kids AU (aka separate ‘what if’ AUs where the Foxes have other or more kids)

Ofc I thought of more andreil kids. What do you take me for? The aftg brainrot is my disease✋😔

⚠️ this is not canon to We’ll Both Be Fine or Milo’s main story in general. This is a what if situation ⚠️

Admittedly, they could have been canon but andreil didn’t care about having more children. Milo was enough for them.

The first kid is Connie (Conner David) born 2011. Andrew and Neil decide not to deletus the fetus and so Connie is born. It is actually Nicky who gets to name him :)

Milo is very happy and emotional about having a little brother and tries to involve himself in every second of his life. They grow up very close, Connie looking up to Milo a bit.

Connie likes writing, cookies with jam, and spring

Dislikes conflict, chewing gum, and his freckled eyes (has eye nevus)

Second are the twins, Honey (Miela Marie) and Niko (Nicholas Nolan) both born 2014. Very simple decision from andreil that since Connie went well, why not test fate? And then they had twins who tried to make their lives hell. Andreil let the Foxes brainstorm names and send their best picks for andreil to choose through before narrowing it down to six (three if it’s a girl and three if it’s a boy) (they didn’t know it’d be twins) and let the foxes make a unanimous decision. The foxes decided on Nolan for a boy and Miela for a girl. Andrew and Neil ended up naming the boy Nicholas (Nicky cried about it for days) and gave Miela the middle name Marie after Abby.

Although Milo loves his new siblings, the twins are very hard to deal with and whine to him about every thing instead of andreil. The kids are also a bit air headed and tend to be hurtful without meaning to. When Milo goes to college, he finds out that they replace him with Connie who takes care of them as if they were his kids. (Admittedly, they love Connie more and it hurts Milo’s feelings)

Honey likes apiculture, traveling, food

Dislikes sitting still, sharing her things, being told what to do

Niko likes sports, napping, living life to the fullest

Dislikes being active (when it’s not sports), alcohol, explaining himself (he can’t)

Old concept designs when I was first making them

Some facts:

- Honey and Niko don’t consider Milo their brother but not in a malicious way. In their weird minds, he’s too old and different (however, they consider him family the same way Nicky, Aaron, Kevin, and Robin are)

- Honey lives with Nicky and Erik in Germany. She goes to school there

- Connie briefly lived with Stuart in the UK for two years, studying literature and journalism

- Niko doesn’t like playing exy but he goes pro as a hockey player since it’s similar

- they all call Milo something different. Connie calls him Brother or Milo, Honey calls him Mywo (Me - Woah), Niko calls him Lio or Em

- Milo used to take the kids to school (either walking or driving) since the twins were in daycare

- each kid is represented by one of the many animals that represent Milo. The rabbit (Connie), the bird (Honey) and the cat (Niko). With them, Milo is the dog. (Each animal makes up a part of Milo’s personality)

-⬆️ specific animals: White bunny (Connie) summer tanager (Honey) orange tabby (Niko) Wolf or Fox (Milo). However if they were Milo; New Zealand rabbit, Crow, and Red Siberian cat

- Maya would not be born in this au because at that point, they’d have their hands full with the twins and there’s no reason to have another. Ollie would have not been adopted either

[night-dazai]

Hi so this is my first time making a request so I hope it worked 🥲 I would really like to read a kitsune dazai x fem reader NSFW could you write one?

Hey, Babe, your request has reached me

Well, I got too involved in this and made a change to the end where Dazai goes so rough on you that you end up crying hard and he clams you down.

Kitsune Dazai X Reader 

(fem reader, smut, established relationship, degradation +praise, teasing, Dazai being Dazai, mentions of heat ( mating period for animals ), throat fucking, slapping and overall just porn in words )

You forgot the most important detail Dazai told you when you guys started dating and you still did not recall what it was, if not for him rubbing his entire body on you while you were washing the dishes “Bella… it..hot”. I mean come on it's the middle of summer both of you home from work “Get off I need to finish then, maybe we can get ice cream after ?” you ask without turning and letting the bandaged man do whatever he wants “noo.. I need something else “ now it was getting steamy. His hands were groping you through the apron squeezing your breasts while his mouth left hot-mouthed kisses down your exposed neck “Samu..” you mumbled feeling brother now and it was a time you knew the fox would not settle down with this “Go “You said pull yourself apart as he whined “ sit “ you said making the fox sit on the bed. He was just in his sweats while his fluffy tail wagged in excitement like a dog “Cute “ you thought and kneeled between his legs. Seeing your moments Dazai shoved his cock eagerly at your face as you licked the tip and swirled your tongue on it “Ah…mhh.. Bella in, take it in please..” he begged. Honestly, this side of his is something you love very much just that the sink is filled with dishes “Dazai calm down, only one “ you said and took him in as he let out a shaky breath. For the first few minutes you kept taking him and out licking and sucking “Go..goona cum..” he said bucking his hips into your wet mouth. Drool and pre-cum leaked from your chin as you kept licking him when in a swift motion he stuffed his entire shaft in shooting his load. You tapped his thighs mentioning it hard to breathe, losing his grip on your hair he spoke still stuffing his dick and pushing his cum down your throat “It's heat love~” his voice filled with lust eyes eyeing your body like prey. That is when you remember and know it's gonna be a long long night. 

His fluffy soft chocolate brown tail was tickling your face as you held it for your dear life bouncing on his cock“Come on move faster ~” he mewled slapping your cunt and making you moan out louder. You wondered if the neighbours heard you? And that's when you recalled that this man would not let them disturb you guys again I mean come on, they are sure to get mad if you are loud every time “noise.. Door “ you blabbered. Chuckling the fox half got up holding your chin and forcing you to look at his chocolate orbs “ All locked and the walls are soundproof, but dear ..” his hips giving a hard thrust making you lose balance you collapsed on him “Now. I said look at me “ his voice got sharp and firm holding a fistful of your hair he pulled you back “I thought you should be thinking about my dick not some random guys who can hear your sluty voice. “. He smiled seeing your tear-strained face licking the new fresh hot tears he whispered into your ear “ this sluty body and your whore actions are only for me dear ..only for me “ he pushed on your back and thrust in the hardest way making sure to leave enough bruises. 

His deceivingly slender arms wrapped around your neck joined by his fluffy tail stroking your face “Eyes here, see how you behave on my cock cumming and cumming, how many times has it been “ he use his other free hand and pinched your nipple making you look away only to bring you back with a hard grip on your neck “plea..please  … I am tired …” you mumbled. You had how many times you came, you guys started sometime around 11 pm and you were sure you saw someone jogging out in the road as you rode him. His hands released your neck as his tail took over the job he slapped your cunt hard. Bringing fresh tears to your eyes “How many times did you cum ? “ his voice firm but you felt like he had more control of his actions now “ 7 ?” you mumbled still moaning like a bitch in heat making you confused as to who was in heat. Another harsh slap landed on your cunt making you tear up more “Wrong “ he said and did not stop till all you could do was pass out. 

It had been 2 years in your relationship and he told you that kitsune go into heat every twice a year. The first year of your relationship was nice other than the long long night but he was never this mean, you opened your eyes blinking some teasers and whimpiring as you sat “Hey dear one sec“ he said wearing his shirt. He turned smiling at your naked body with the sheets falling off “You look so pretty love “ he said sitting next to you wiping the tears away “Still crying ? “ he asked. Something in you snapped and you slapped him hard shocking the man so much he was sure all the hair in his tail stood up surprised, you sobbed into your hands hiding your face. Panic set into him” Hey..y/n ? “ he asked worried to touch you cause of your slap (it left a tiny red tint on his checks) but unable to watch your tint body shake and cry he wrapped his hands around your neck and back he pulled you in. Being prepared for another slap he loosened when he saw your tiny hands hold his shirt to hide your face into his chest, his tail covered the rest of your body like a protective cover “Please.. Tell me what happened did I do something ?” his voice laced with worry he lifted your face noticing your lose hold “ sorry.. sorry..” you mumbled looking at his face. It was mostly blurry through the tears still you kept mumbling sorry, the poor man felt his heartbreak, he had seen you cry during sex and other times but today felt like you were breaking and it broke him “Why dear, please tell me “ he asked but realised if he does not calm you its pointless “ okay, here” he pushed your head off his chest “breath in ..and out “ he guided till you calmed down fully to little sniffles. “Now tell me what happened ?” he asked rubbing your wet checkers while you played with his tail “It was..too much .. words and action . I never …felt so overwhelmed “ you mumbled hiding your face on his tail. Dazai just started at you “There's more I feel please tell me “ he said while his other hand rubbed your back “I am sorry, but you never… never said it felt good or anything, just that you wanted me to move more …” The room fell into heavy silence “No I mean forget it sorry, I am sorry ie never meant to make it awkward I thin-” your words were cut short when his hands flicked your forehead “What sorry, you worried me this is serious, and next time please tell me . Tell me to stop talking or tell me to stop my actions if you don't like it ?” okay ?” he asked pinching your cheeks “ and never be sorry this is not your fault this is mine, I am the one sorry “ he said bowing his head deep “ and I think its time to create a safe word, so such things do not happen when I am in a rut or not. Your pleasure is also important “ he said kissing your eyes now. Smiling you nodded back “And you cleaned me huh ?” you asked feeling all dry and clean “Yeah and I al-” “SHIT, OFFICE WE DID NOT INFORM ANYONE !��� you shouted over his voice. Chuckling Dazai rubbed your back and pushed you back into the bed “I called Kunikida and Bella ~” Mischief filled his eyes and voice “You want to go out looking like this huh ?” he asked tracing your neck filled with hickeys  “Shut up “ you mumbled flushed making the brunette smile. Dazai still teasing you made a mental note not this mind “ got to train her or not go so hard and rough. well I am her second relationship and the first one was more of puppy love is what she …mhh “ he tickled you and scooped you into his arms and mumbled sorry as you drifted into sleep.

[sluttyten]

J.Crew

Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist

Day Twenty-Six: Gangbang w/ Johnny, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Jeno, & Jaemin

Word Count: 11,401

**Sixsome, double-penetration, anal sex, blowjobs, overstimulation, sub-space (kinda), aftercare

Making choices was never your forte. If you had to choose between two options, it was a struggle. 

Chocolate or vanilla soft serve ice cream? You would take a swirl. 

Dinner or a movie? Both. 

Cats or dogs? Definitely get one of each, or maybe a fox, which is kind of in between. 

Team Edward or Team Jacob? You didn’t understand why she couldn’t just have both. 

Settling on one option was just simply not something you were skilled at. And when you were faced with multiple love opportunities, that came with a whole new manner of stress over decision-making. 

Being the sister of an NCT member meant that choosing a bias in your brother’s group was nearly impossible. The number of choices was simply overwhelming, and even after meeting them a few times, you’d narrowed down your choices for a favorite, but you couldn’t simply choose just one.

However, a few of them chose you as their favorite. Your brother begrudgingly admitted to you once on a phone call that Jungwoo was rather interested in you. 

“He thinks you’re cute, and asks me about you all the time.” Your brother says, “Can you maybe just not flirt with the guys I work with?”

But you like Jungwoo. Maybe you flirted with him the last time you were around your brother and a few of his group members, but that’s just because Jungwoo was flirty too. 

Well actually, to be fair, you had also flirted with about half of the members. They all liked you, you couldn’t seem to make it feel like a problem, though your brother treated it like one. It was just one guy with a crush. There was hardly even a chance anything could ever come of it. 

Until about a week later. 

“Literally what did you do last time I saw you” is the annoyed text you receive from your brother one afternoon. “Johnny was just asking me about you, like when you’re gonna be around again.”

You won’t tell him about all the flirting, you just tell him that you can’t help it if his members like hanging out with you more than they like him. 

And it only gets worse from there. Each time you talk to your brother, either via message or video call or voice call, he mentions that at least one member has been talking about you. Occasionally a member pops in on the call to say hello. 

It’s only actually somewhat of a problem, this inability of yours to choose a favorite, when your birthday rolls around. A wealthy friend of yours decides that you need to have an extravagant birthday party, and she books a private room at a popular club, loads the place with alcohol, and makes a list of exclusive VIPs allowed to attend your party. Your brother and every member of his group are invited, though you don’t actually expect all of them to show up, or any of them. But several of them do show up. 

Your brother arrives first. Shortly after him, Jeno and Jaemin arrive together. 

You’re reminded of Jeno’s attendance at fashion week in the way that he carries himself. They’re both dressed nicely. 

Jaemin’s hair is a little messy, dyed back to black for now, matching his slim black button down and floral dress pants. Jeno’s hair is styled a little more, kept a warm shade of brown, and he’s wearing a deep orange velvet top that’s halfway unbuttoned, some dark pants, shiny shoes. 

You find it difficult to pull your gaze away from Jeno’s exposed chest and collarbones, difficult as well to not focus on Jaemin’s bright smile. Jaemin slides his arm around your waist while he talks to you, Jeno stands on Jaemin’s other side, facing you, looking at you like he could eat you up. 

This dress you’re wearing for your birthday party tonight is certainly much more revealing than anything they’ve ever seen you in before. It’s a black dress, the sides are entirely cut out, the front and back held together just by crisscrossing laces. Not that it’s anyone’s business, but there are no panties and no bra on under this dress, everything is held in place simply by how tightly this dress is bound to your body. 

You’re still talking with both Jeno and Jaemin when more of your brother’s group members arrive. 

Johnny, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo arrive together, pulling every eye in the club to them. 

Jaehyun looks the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Straight-legged black slacks, a tight black turtleneck sweater, his hair is black and slicked back with just a few strands hanging loose. He moves through the crowd like it’s water just parting around him, making way for him. 

Johnny’s dressed in a shiny dark blue suit jacket over matching pants and a plain white tshirt. His dark silvery hair fall attractively to either side of his forehead with just a small section of it falling down in front of his eyes, though he brushes that away so he can better see you as their trio approaches you, flashing you a charming grin and a wink. 

Your gaze last falls on Jungwoo as he stands in front of you. A semi-transparent black flowy top doesn’t do a whole lot to conceal the defined outline of his abs beneath, and the tight black leather pants he wears don’t leave a lot to the imagination either—there’s a bulge in the front, the shape of his ass in the back. And the way he’s looking at you, his gaze sweeping over you just as hungrily as yours has just passed over him, it feels like he has plans for the evening to make this birthday one for you to remember. 

A few of the others show up too, but your choice has been made in terms of favorites. Johnny, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Jeno, and Jaemin reign up there at the top of your list, and it’s clear to you as the night goes on that you’re something of a favorite of theirs too. 

While the other members that arrive move around, mingling and drinking and dancing, flirting with other people in the club, those five stick pretty closely with you. 

It’s difficult to be around them without just staring at them, particularly when you’ve had a few drinks in you. They’re all so handsome and stylish, looking like they’ve just walked out of a fashion catalogue. 

Your brother disappeared at some point in the night, probably sick and tired of watching his group members fawning over you, but you’re glad he vanished (not that you don’t love your brother; you would gladly spend your birthday with him if it wasn’t in a club, if you weren’t hoping to get laid tonight, probably by one of the guys that he works with). He would so hate to witness what occurs throughout the rest of the night. 

The first one to actually make a move is Jungwoo. 

He finds you by the bathrooms as you’re squeezing out past the line that extends from the women’s restroom. His hand is gentle and warm on your lower back as he draws you in to whisper something in his ear. You’re tucked against his chest, a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to hear him better even though he’s speaking loudly and his lips brush your ear with every word. 

You don’t entirely know what he says, only that he was telling you that you looked pretty, and he was really enjoying seeing you tonight. With his cologne intoxicating you, his heat surrounding you, and his lips against your ear, your heart flutters and you turn your head to brush a quick kiss against his lips. 

Jungwoo eagerly kisses you again, right there in that hallway, in front of a line of people. There are a few hoots and whistles, a couple cat-calls. 

You grab his hand and pull him away from there, dragging him out to the dance floor, losing yourselves somewhere in the middle as you pull Jungwoo back against you, kissing him again. 

There’s no telling how long you make out with him out there in the crowd, your heart singing because yes! You’ve finally made your impossible choice, choosing Jungwoo tonight. 

But after a while he communicates to you that he’s gonna go fetch some drinks for the two of you. You start to follow him through the crowd, his fingers loosely twisted with yours, but when you run into Jaehyun near the edge of the crowd, Jungwoo’s fingers slip away. 

“Do you want a drink, Jaehyun?” Jungwoo asks, still edging away towards the bar. “I’ll be right back!” And he leaves you there with Jaehyun. 

He looks down at you, all dark eyes and dark hair, dark wardrobe and looking very sexy in the whole ensemble. Shit, maybe you’re not so settled in your choice, because as you stand here burning under Jaehyun’s gaze, you realize that you would also very much like to be on your knees for him. 

You’re a little drunk. That’s your excuse when you press yourself against Jaehyun, your fingers light against his jaw as you draw him down to kiss you too. Jaehyun smiles as he kisses you, his hand resting lightly at your elbow. Your other hand dips down over the front of his turtleneck sweater. You can feel his abs under your fingers, hidden under the tight material. 

Jaehyun’s still kissing you and you’re still feeling him up over his clothes when Jungwoo returns with drinks for the three of you. 

It’s only because Jungwoo grabs Jaehyun’s hand and pulls it away from your arm that either of you even notice him. Drinks forgotten, Jungwoo just looks pissed off, and he turns and walks away after looking at the two of you with your dazed and innocent expressions. 

You return up to the private room after that, Jaehyun trailing behind you as you search for Jungwoo to apologize to. He’s sitting beside Jeno and Jaemin, tossing back the drinks that he’d purchased, ignoring how the two of them have their heads bowed together while they talk. 

“I’ll talk to him,” Jaehyun explains as he steps around you. “I think I know what to say.”

You let him go make excuses or apologies or whatever to the other man, and you steer yourself over to the table piled with drinks and snacks and cake and gifts for you. You grab a drink, grab a snack, hide yourself in a corner near the table to inhale both of them. You take another drink when the first is empty, and you’ve just downed that one too when you notice someone watching you. 

Johnny’s standing a few feet away, holding a slice of cake. 

“You okay?” He asks. “Maybe take a minute between drinks.”

But you grab another from the edge of the table, and you’re about to throw that one back too, when Johnny is suddenly right there in front of you, his hand around your wrist. 

“Slow down.” He takes the drink away, sitting it back down on the edge of the table. He briefly kisses your hand before he lays it back down on your lap. “It’s your birthday, why do you suddenly look so upset?”

Do you look upset? You just feel confused and worried. You don’t want Jungwoo to be upset with you because you do actually like him, but you’re confused because you like Jungwoo and you like Jaehyun, kissing them both was fantastic, but you also like Jeno and Jaemin. And Johnny. Having him right here in front of you, you want to kiss him too, but when you move forward to do just that, he lays a hand on your shoulder, holding you back. 

“You’re definitely drunk. Aren’t you?” He teases, lightly pressing at your shoulder so you sit back fully in the chair. “You just said all of that out loud.”

Oh. 

You frown a little. 

“Those are some complicated feelings you’ve got in there.” Johnny smiles kindly, lifting his hand from your shoulder to tap a finger against the side of your head. “But you don’t have to make a choice tonight. We all like you too, but it’s not like anything has to happen right now. Just, maybe, eat a piece of cake. Sober up a little. Okay?”

His voice takes on a tender tone, his hand dropping back down to squeeze your shoulder carefully. 

You accept the piece of cake that Johnny hands you, and if he thinks it’s weird that you eat it without utensils, just pinching off bites of the cake with your fingertips, Johnny doesn’t say anything. He just crouches there in front of you and watches you, laughing a little as you get a smudge of the frosting on your cheek. 

Johnny leaves you only momentarily to get a napkin, a bottle of water, and something else for you to eat. When he returns, he sits on the floor in front of you, and there’s something about having him there with his hair tousled and his expression soft and a little sleepy, that you think you fall a little in love with. 

The snacks and the water definitely help, and after a while you’re feeling a bit better. You still want to kiss Johnny, but to be fair, any time you’ve been around him sober you've wanted to do that too. 

Johnny helps you back over to the table where the other four are sitting. 

You feel like a little bit of a mess, still pretty tipsy and you’re pretty sure you have cake crumbs on the front of your dress. It’s not fair since they all still look so handsome and put together. Jungwoo doesn’t seem so pissed off now as he and Jaehyun are talking together. Jeno and Jaemin watch as Johnny helps you to sit down, sliding in right behind you. 

You rest your head on your arms. “I think the night’s about over. I’ve had enough to drink, made a mistake or two.” You turn your head to look at Jungwoo. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I’m just… confused and indecisive.”

“We can tell,” Jaemin says. “The way you’ve kept all of us hanging around you tonight, held on by strings of hinted promises.” 

You pout at him. “I’m sorry. I like all of you. I just,” you sigh heavily, “I am terrible at making choices! Ask anyone! And the five of you are putting a very big choice on me, like what the fuck? It’s my birthday, I don’t want to have to choose. And I can’t choose anyway. You’re all hot, all nice, all just, like, fucking perfect.” 

You think of the show The Bachelorette, and you feel like you’re in that same situation. Only this is less about entertainment and more about causing you internal strife. 

Johnny laughs softly, draping his arms over your shoulders. “I told you that you don’t have to choose tonight.”

You shouldn’t have to choose at all, that’s what you really mean. You shouldn’t be facing a choice. To be faced with five incredible men who all want to be with you at the same time, that’s an impossible choice for anyone. And before tonight you thought you were just trying to choose a bias in your brother’s group, not necessarily a guy to share your bed with. 

But they’re all looking at you right now. 

“I think I should leave.” You stand up, doing your best to climb over Johnny to get out from the booth, but you stumble, and end up plopping yourself right down in his lap instead. His hands securely wrap around you, and you can feel his hands against your bare skin at your sides. Feeling startlingly sober all of a sudden, you stand up, brushing his hands away, actually freeing yourself from the booth now.

You spin around and look back at all of them. They’re still watching you, all five pairs of eyes on you alone.

“I can’t choose. That’s my answer. Also, I can’t actually sleep with any of you, my brother would kill me and any of you for that if he found out.”

“Then we just don’t let him find out,” Jaehyun says, and he leans forward, his elbows on the table. “But don’t pretend like you don’t want us just because your brother might not like it.”

Still, you’re going to leave. You can’t just walk out of this club toting along an idol, and not expect the news to spread everywhere and definitely get back to your brother. When you tell them as much, they all exchange looks. They know how true that is. Dating rumors start with a lot less evidence than having a club full of witnesses seeing you leaving together.

Jeno speaks up then. “Why don’t we all help you home? You can’t leave alone, it’s not safe this late at night. We can get you home safely, and if we go all together, then it won’t look weird.”

“Besides, I drove tonight.” Johnny stands up, and he’s towering over you, holding his hand out to you. “So I can get you, the boys, and all of your presents home safely, sweetheart.”

The party wraps up very quickly after that. You make a quick pass around the private room to thank the people in the room for coming, to show your wealthy friend that you really, truly appreciate her throwing this party for you. The guys take care of transporting the presents down to Johnny’s car, and then Jeno and Jaemin wait for you to walk you down to Johnny’s waiting car. 

There are only five seats in the car, which isn’t exactly safe since there are six of you, but you fit just fine on Jaemin’s lap (with a seatbelt!), and Johnny’s a good driver. As soon as you’re all loaded into the car, he makes sure to let you know that he laid off the drinks a few hours ago so he’d be fine to drive, and you trust him. 

That’s something you realize as soon as the car is in motion. You trust all five of these men. They’ve never done anything to show themselves untrustworthy. Your brother has only ever had great things to say about all of them. You trust them.

You don’t feel even remotely drunk anymore as Johnny drives through the streets, following Jaehyun’s phone’s GPS directions to the hotel you’re staying at for the weekend. It probably helps a little that Jaemin has got a finger slipped beneath one of the laces at the side of your dress, and the electric feeling beneath your skin of him actually touching you–a deeply intentional touch, too–has you feeling wired and awake.

Jeno’s touching you too from his spot in the middle of the backseat. His hand rests on your knee where it’s draped over Jaemin’s leg. Each bump in the road has you moving in Jaemin’s lap, and you would have to be entirely ignorant to miss the swell against your ass, to miss the soft sounds Jaemin tries to swallow down when Johnny hits a speed bump going a little too fast or when he takes a curve and you somewhat unintentionally grind down on Jaemin’s erection.

Jungwoo sits oblivious on the other side of the backseat, but Jeno is fully attuned to what’s happening between you and Jeno. His hand strokes up from your knee, fingers dancing up your inner thigh towards the edge of your dress. Your pussy heats at the thought of him just throwing all caution to the wind and slipping his hand up under your dress, discovering that you’re wearing nothing that even resembles panties, giving him clear access to touch you.

But he and Jaemin both keep their hands mildly respectful. Just the touches on your leg, and Jaemin’s fingers tugging and dipping beneath the laces at your sides. 

When Johnny finally pulls into the parking garage of the hotel, backing cleanly into a spot, you reluctantly pull yourself off of Jaemin’s lap. 

He’s the last to climb out of the vehicle, the first to lift a few of the gift bag birthday presents, holding them in front of him as you lead the way to the elevator that will carry the six of you and all of your presents up to the floor your room is on. 

It’s really helpful to have all of them, because there are quite a lot of presents. It would have been impossible for you to carry them all by yourself, or it would have taken several trips up and down the elevator, but with all six of you, it takes only one trip. 

They all file into your hotel room when you open the door. All of the presents are deposited beneath the window at the far end of the suite. And as they dawdle, as you notice Jaemin trying to keep his hands folded in front of his crotch, you make up your mind at last. Your choice is made.

You’re not going to choose one of them.

As Johnny starts to lead the way back to the door, sighing a little before saying that they should get going, you step in front of him. You lay a hand on his chest, stopping him.

You’re going to choose all five.

“What if you stayed?” You say, looking first at Johnny, and then at the others behind him. “All of you. You can, like, take turns or… something.” 

Jaemin makes a choked noise. Johnny looks down at your hand on his chest, trailing his gaze along your arm, up to your face. He cocks an eyebrow at you, tilting his head a bit to the side as well. 

“Are you asking for, what, a gangbang?” 

You shrug. “If that’s what you want to call it. But I want all of you, I know that. You’re all here. Jaemin’s been ready to fuck me since I sat on his lap in the car. We might as well.”

“And what about your brother?” Jaehyun says. He moves over to sit down at the foot of the bed. “Thought you were worried about what he would think.”

“He doesn’t have to know about any of this.” You pull your hand away from Johnny’s chest, looking behind him. Jungwoo’s staring right at you, looking like he’s swallowed his tongue. Jeno’s looking at Jaemin already, grinning like this was somehow their plan all along, and Jaemin looks like he’s ready to just strip down and be with you. 

“Good enough for me,” Jaehyun says, and he toes off his shoes, leaning back on his hands there at the edge of the bed. “I’m in.”

You smile, walking away from Johnny to carefully climb up into Jaehyun’s lap. You pick back up right where you left off earlier before Jungwoo had interrupted. Jaehyun kisses you smoothly, his hands sliding around to your ass. 

“Alright then,” you hear Johnny say. There’s a soft jingling thud, like something hitting the surface of the desk the hotel provides. “If anyone doesn’t want to participate, there’s the keys. Go wait in the car.” 

A moment later, there’s Johnny, fitting right up behind you. He reaches around, fingers gentle against your throat as he tips them up beneath your chin, stealing your lips from Jaehyun. Johnny leans around, turning your mouth to meet his. Jaehyun finds satisfaction with just kissing your throat in the meantime. 

No one takes the keys from the desk. You’re still kissing Johnny when you feel the weight on the bed shifting again, and then Jungwoo’s voice asking, “How are we going to do this with all five of us?”

“Carefully,” Jaehyun answers, sliding his hands up under the edge of your dress, over your hips. “We’ll take turns.”

You moan, breaking the kiss with Johnny to look around at all five of the guys. “I want each of your to fuck me. That’s my birthday wish tonight. Even if it’s too much for me, I want you to keep going.” You don’t know how you’ll handle taking five cocks, but you want to do it all before the night is over. 

Beside the bed, Jeno and Jaemin are already stripping their nice clothes off, and while Jaehyun returns to kissing your neck, you watch the other two men pulling their clothes off, revealing skin. You admire Jeno’s defined abs, the V of his hips being revealed as he drops his pants, and his cock swings down against his thigh. Jaemin has an equally dramatic reveal, losing the fitted black button down to reveal an impressive set of abs, and he makes direct eye contact with you as he slides his thumbs beneath the waistband of his fancy pants, pushing them down to show off his bold erection.

Jaehyun only protests slightly when you slip backwards off his lap, moving away from the three eldest men over to the two naked men waiting for you. 

You kiss Jaemin first, his hands rising to cup your cheeks and pull you into him. Jaemin kisses you slowly, sensually, like he wants to remember this first kiss and savor it. 

Jeno can hardly wait for his turn, already sliding his hands over you, one along your belly and the other over your lower back. He all but pulls you away from Jaemin, kissing you even while Jaemin’s fingers are still lingering on your cheeks. Jeno’s the opposite of Jaemin: kissing you impatiently, hungrily, prying a moan from you as he sucks at your tongue, as he slips his tongue into your mouth too. 

You’re so caught up in their kisses, that you barely even register the sounds of the other men stripping behind you. Belt buckles hit the floor, clothes rustle, someone moans as they get a hand around their cock. Jeno kisses away from your mouth, along your jaw, down your throat. His hands on your belly and lower back move down as well until he’s touching your thigh, and much like you’d wanted just a short while ago in the car, Jeno touches you.

His fingers sneak up beneath the edge of your dress even as his lips leave your skin entirely, and Jeno sinks down to his knees. 

“Can I kiss you down here?” He asks, fingering the edge of your dress. “Do you want it?”

Fuck, yes, you want it. You nod eagerly, pressing your fingers against the back of his head as Jeno lifts the bottom of your dress, pushing it up over your hips to reveal to all of the men in the room that you’re entirely bare beneath. No panties. Not even a single hair remains on your pussy, courtesy of an amazing waxer. Your pussy lips are perfectly smooth and soft when Jeno scoots forward just a little more to give you a kiss.

His first kiss lands over your clit, a small gasp leaving your mouth, but it’s nothing compared to a moment later when Jeno really tilts his head for the angle, and this time he kisses your pussy as he would kiss your lips. His tongue traces along your slit, dipping inside for a taste, and Jeno making out with your pussy is possibly one of the most incredible things you’ve experienced tonight. 

Jaemin and Jungwoo both move to claim your lips at the same time. Jungwoo wins by a millisecond, capturing your lips, his bare chest bumping against your arm. Jaemin starts to complain, but he gives up when Jaehyun beckons him over to join him and Johnny on the bed, all three of them begin touching themselves to the sight of you getting eaten out by Jeno.

Jeno takes your leg, dragging your thigh up over his shoulder, giving him more space to fit in, creating a better angle. And it helps. His lips close around your clit, sucking gently in a way that has you gasping and breaking away from Jungwoo. 

You loop an arm around Jungwoo’s shoulders so he’s supporting most of your weight as you roll your hips down against Jeno’s face. 

Jungwoo watches you closely, his lips curling in delight as your face contorts with pleasure. One of his hands drifts across the front of your dress, rising up to your tits, finding your nipples pressing out hard against the fabric. His hands are big enough that Jungwoo manages to run his thumb delicately around one nipple while his middle finger reaches the other nipple to do the same. 

You arch your chest into his gentle stimulation, rolling your hips constantly down against Jeno’s warm tongue and sweet lips. 

It’s when Jeno’s fingers join his tongue that you lose control. 

His fingers slide through your slick arousal, gathering it up as he presses first one and then two fingers inside you. He moves quickly, thrusting them inside you rapidly while flicking his tongue over your clit. 

Your body feels like static when you cum, your pussy dripping down Jeno’s chin and cheeks, your body collapsing back into Jungwoo’s arms. Your legs are just noodles when Jeno pulls out from beneath you, wiping and licking at his lips and chin, his smile glistening in the lamplight as he stands. 

“Thanks,” he says, leaning in to kiss you with your cum still on his lips. 

“Stop hoarding her for yourself,” Jaehyun says from the bed. 

Jeno backs away, grinning as he looks over at the others. You and Jungwoo look over too, finding Jaemin with his fingers tight around the base of his cock, Johnny rubbing at his chest while neglecting his erection, and Jaehyun’s fisting his cock with only the pink tip peeking out from between his fingers. 

“God, I made the right choice,” you moan, stepping away from Jungwoo to climb onto the bed. You chose all of them, but now you don’t know where to actually start. You’re ready to get fucked, but who do you take first?

Jungwoo makes that choice, climbing onto the bed right behind you, he fits his body right behind yours. You can feel his cock against your thigh as he grinds against you, as his chest presses along your back, his arms coming down on either side of you. Jungwoo’s lips brush your shoulder, and softly he asks, “Can I watch you ride me, pretty girl?”

“Yes, Jungwoo,” you sigh. His lips travel from your shoulder along your neck, and you turn your head to give him better access. His hands slide around your body, pulling you upright against him as he straightens up into a kneeling position. You’re feeling breathless as he sucks at a sensitive spot. “Just, uh, untie the bows at the sides to get this off.”

“No, I wanna fuck you with it on.” Jungwoo slides his hands up the front, rucking it up on his way to touch your tits again. “I wanna see you come undone in your sexy little dress.”

One of the others murmurs their agreement, though you can’t see who it is. All there is right now is Jungwoo and his hands and his lips and his bare erection grinding against your ass now. He’s probably going to ruin this dress, you can already imagine the mess of sweat and pre-cum and cumstains that are going to be left on this fabric before the night is over. Maybe a good dry-cleaning will fix it, but somehow you doubt it. 

You write off the loss in your head. If this all goes accordingly, ruining this dress will be worth it. 

“I’m, uh, on birth control,” you announce to the room. You glance sideways at the other four. Johnny’s propped up against the headboard of this King size bed. Jaemin and Jeno sit at the foot of the bed, watching. Jaehyun sits more towards the middle of the bed, the closest of them to you and Jungwoo. His eyes are on your lips as you say, “So, are you all clean or does someone need to quickly go find some condoms?” 

You don’t know how active any of them are in their sex lives, or how careful they are. You don’t know how often they get tested. All you know is that all five of them confirm to you right then that they’re clean, nothing to be transmitted if you take all five of their cocks raw.

 Perfect. 

Raw sex is your favorite. You’re a little bit of a cumslut, not that you’re going to start this off by telling them all that, but maybe they’ll figure it out. 

Once Jungwoo is on his back beneath you, his hands at your hips tugging you down to straddle his lap, you feel excitement and nervousness flooding through you in equal parts. This is a big undertaking, this orgy you’ve signed yourself up for. 

Jungwoo’s cock stands tall and hard as you line yourself up, his cock nudging against your pussy beneath your dress. His hands flutter, resting briefly on your hips, running down your thighs, briefly flying up to touch your tits, back down to your ass. He’s restless and eager, hips twitching off the mattress as you tease your wet pussy in light circles at the tip of his cock. 

“Please,” Jungwoo moans, “Just take me in.”

You smile, dipping your hips, and at last sinking his tip into your warmth. You and Jungwoo moan in unison, and when you press both of your hands to his chest, your fingernails digging a little against his toned pecs, you drop your hips back, sliding his cock the rest of the way in. You settle down, fully seated on him. 

You take a moment, adjusting to the full feeling of holding Jungwoo inside you, how he’s hitting so well just like this. A spark of heat is already lighting up in your belly. And when you begin to move a second later, using your hands on his chest and your knees pressed into the bed as leverage, you know this is going to be fucking amazing. 

It’s like you press ‘start’.

Jaehyun moves to lie down adjacent to you, looking up at you as he runs his hand over his cock. 

Jaemin rearranges too, moving higher up the bed to get a better look, kneeling there as he jerks off. 

Jungwoo just lies back, looking up at you as you ride his cock. His fluttering hands still flutter restlessly, tugging at the laces along the sides of your dress as you rock your hips. The tight lacing begins to loosen, the material sliding a bit, and when his hands come up to your chest next, it doesn’t take much to have the top of your dress slipping to the side, exposing your breast for the first time tonight. 

He fits his fingertips beneath the loose fabric on the other side of your chest as well, and he flicks his fingers over your sensitive nipples, pinching and rolling them, teasing as he lifts his hips up to meet your rocking hips. 

You whine, moving your hips a little faster. It’s made even better when he uses the rest of his hand to cup and squeeze your tits, pressing them together beneath the cover of your dress. 

Jungwoo starts to sit up, his lips parting and his tongue held out in a way you know he means to suck at your nipples. It’ll feel amazing, you know, but you’re not trying to cum again so early in this fun. 

You press down at his shoulders, forcing Jungwoo back down flat. 

You just moan, needy, rocking your hips down on his cock with a little desperation. Jungwoo, now denied your tit in his mouth, moves on from there by trailing his hands down your sides to your ass. 

He flips the skirt of your dress up, exposing your ass to all of the others, and he squeezes your cheeks in his hands, massaging and parting them so the other four can see clearly your asshole and beneath that his cock disappearing into your pussy. 

You lean over him, falling forward a bit from your sitting position on him. 

Jaehyun moans, and a sideways glance at him shows he’s stopped touching himself for the moment. His cock is blushing brightly, tip glossy with precum. 

Maybe you’ll take him next. 

But for now, Jaemin moves again too. He moves from just kneeling to standing on the bed, his cock level with your mouth as he strikes himself. You watch a clear bead of precum spear from his slit, and you can’t help yourself. 

Jaemin doesn’t make a sound as you lean in, tracing your tongue beneath the tip of his cock, scooping up that bead of nectar gently. He just watches in delight as you look up at him, as you open your mouth and kiss his tip. 

You hold Jaemin’s gaze as you take him in deeper, as you start rocking your hips again on Jungwoo, rocking bobbing your head on Jaemin’s length. 

But maybe you’re not as coordinated now because Jungwoo takes over. His hands on your ass hold tighter, moving you on his cock as he also thrusts off the bed into you. 

You take Jaemin in deep, swallowing around him, and you can hear how loud and wet it sound as you gag a little around him when he begins to slowly fuck your throat. 

Both Jaemin and Jungwoo take over control and you feel like a pretty little sexdoll between them. 

Jungwoo’s hands return to your chest, pushing the fabric off the dress in over your tits so they’re both exposed for him to play with as he fucks your tight, warm pussy. 

All you can do is whine and moan around Jaemin’s cock when Jungwoo sits up and at last gets his mouth on your tits. 

You don’t understand his fascination with them, but clearly it’s something of a fetish or a kink for him, because it’s only a moment later that he’s pounding up into you, gasping and grunting your name against your tits as he rushes into his orgasm. 

Your mouth falls away from Jaemin, gasping and moaning as Jungwoo cums inside you. 

Jungwoo is still thrusting, and as you sit up on him again, your whole body is rocking with the movements. He empties his load deep inside you, pressing his cock in fully to the base as he settles, pulling you down on him when his hips come to rest down on the bed again. 

He looks fulfilled, his eyes hazy a little as you look down at his face. You don’t expect Jungwoo to have the strength to do much else, but he surprises you a second later by flipping you over beneath him. Your hair spreads out across the pillow, the mattress now under your back as Jungwoo holds himself above you. 

He just dips in to kiss you. A deep, thorough kiss that leaves you breathless when he ends it, pulling away from you entirely. 

You look down the length of your body, finding that your dress looks fucked up, twisted around your body, flipped up to expose your pussy and abdomen. You have your legs bent up, knees in the air, and between the V shape of your thighs, you watch Jaehyun flip over onto his belly and crawl the short distance up the bed towards you. 

His hands slide over your ass, up your thighs, back down to brush his thumbs along your pussy. “My turn?” He asks as he lifts himself up, leaving a kiss against one of your knees. 

You hum softly, nodding, moving a hand down to meet his where it curves around your outer thigh. 

Jaehyun doesn’t waste any more time than he must. He situated himself between your legs, and an instant later, he’s pressing in. 

Your legs drape over his thighs, ankles knocking a little against his ass as Jaehyun spreads his legs open to slide even farther inside you.

Jaehyun is a man on a mission to cum. 

He goes hard from the start, coordinated thrusts, certain rolls of his hips. He knows what he wants, and that’s to cum inside you. Jaehyun folds himself over you, his lips trail along your jaw, hands grasping at the front of your dress, at your sensitive tits that are constantly at threat of spilling out from beneath the dress. 

When he kisses you, you feel like bursting. Jaehyun pours passion into the kiss, renewed energy into the way he’s fucking you. Half-formed whimpers leak from between your lips, and Jaehyun kisses them away as he presses you in half, folding your knees toward your chest. 

Your dress is fully twisted now. One tit exposed. One of the laces on the sides is coming undone, you can feel the loose strings of the bow tickling over your hip with each of Jaehyun’s thrusts. 

You barely even register that Jaemin is still kneeling at your side, struggling not to cum untouched to the sight of you gasping and moaning, tossing your head back against the pillow with a loud moan as Jaehyun hits just right inside you, as he keeps hitting that spot. 

“Cum for me, baby,” Jaehyun moans. His hips snap forward, cock gliding over that spot of absolute perfection inside you. He lowers his lips to your cheek, murmuring your name before he repeats, “Cum for me.”

You obey. 

Your head tips back against the pillow, chest arching off the bed as your orgasm powerfully rips through you. Your fingers twist against the sheets, against Jaehyun’s arms, finally diving against the softness of the pillow beneath your head, and you drag it up, hiding your face beneath it as you let out a loud moan when Jaehyun shifts the angle so he’s driving his cock only against the bundle of nerves inside you, shooting your pleasure level off the charts. 

You’re not even coming down from your high yet when you feel a pair of lips on your chest, sucking at your exposed titty, tongue tracing around your nipple. 

Jaehyun’s still fucking into you, breathy groans fall from his lips as he snaps his hips forward, the pace growing uneven and tighter as he approaches his orgasm, and the way that your pussy clenches around him and the way you roll your hips down to meet his thrusts carries him quickly there. 

The lips on your tit don’t back away even as Jaehyun presses over top of you again, pinning the head of whichever boy is on your tit between Jaehyun’s chest and yours. You feel a moan rather than hear it, the sound vibrating against your breast. Jaehyun however is seemingly ignorant of the other man. He pushes the pillow away from your face, and his lips crash against yours; he kisses you as he floods your pussy, grinding into you slowly to make sure he gets it all out inside you, not wanting to waste a drop. 

It’s only when Jaehyun eventually backs away, pulling out of you and leaving your body feeling simultaneously empty and cold, that you look down and recognize Jaemin’s head of black hair at your breast. 

He slides a hand down, dipping fingers between your thighs, sliding one finger inside your sticky pussy. 

He lifts his head from your tit. His hair is messy, ruffled up on one side. There’s a crease on his cheek from the laces of your dress. His lips are glossy with saliva. You pull him down into a kiss, moaning softly as Jaemin just fingers you. 

“I can feel the hyungs,” he murmurs to you. “Can feel their cum. Do you like it messy, huh? Is that why you wanted us all bare?”

Once Jaemin has two fingers inside you, you can feel his fingers curling, moving like he’s trying to scoop up the cum of the older two men. You look over, searching across the bed. 

Jungwoo’s nowhere to be seen, but Jaehyun’s sitting beside Johnny now, the two of them whispering to each other. Jeno’s moved a bit closer from the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on Jaemin’s fingers and your pussy. When he catches you watching, Jeno bites his lip, his cock twitches untouched in his lap. 

“Jaemin,” you moan, pressing your hand to his shoulder. “Fuck me.”

You’re looking at Jeno as you say it, and you watch the way it affects him. His cock gives another twitch of interest. His hand drifts to offer some relief to his cock. 

Jaemin, to his credit, doesn’t hesitate to do exactly what you’ve asked. 

His fingers come out of you creamy with the others’ cum, sticky and slick against your skin as he moves your leg. “I’m gonna make a mess of your pussy,” he vows, and then he’s pushing his cock into you. 

You can already feel how he’s made an effort to make you a mess. He’s managed to scoop a decent amount of Jungwoo and Jaehyun’s cum towards your entrance, so as he thrusts in, you can feel the oozy lubricant of their cum. 

Jaemin’s been worked up for so long that you don’t imagine he’s going to last too long. He’d been so hard in the car just from you bouncing a bit too much in his lap, and after the aborted blowjob, all of the touching himself to watching you with the others, you’re sure Jaemin’s ready to burst. 

He fucks you hard and fast, each thrust accompanied by a gross (yet also disgustingly sexy) wet sound of the others’ cum being forced out and fucked back in. You can feel it dripping out of you, as well as being worked up by his cock, pushed back in. 

You pull Jaemin down to kiss you, and this time there’s no one to steal you away from him. This time you linger in the kiss, sharing moans and gasps of pleasure with him, your bodies moving together as you each work each other into a frenzy, clinging to each other.

When Jaemin cums, adding to the mess, he doesn’t pull away for a little while, just continuing to kiss you and lazily, slowly press his cock into you. Even his slow movements work for you, and Jaemin Carrie’s you into another orgasm, his name falling in a stuttering gasp from your lips. 

He smiles, pulling back just enough from kissing you to be able to watch your face as you go through it. And when you’re finished, heart still racing in your chest, he leans in to kiss you again softly. 

Now, when Jaemin’s gone, you truly feel empty and cold, a little bit lost in this big bed without one of the men there with you. 

It takes a moment before you find the strength to move, sitting up (cringing as you feel the messiness of the cum between your legs), and you look over at the other two. 

Johnny laughs when he looks at your face. “Don’t pout, baby. Jeno and I will get to you. Don’t you need a break or something?”

You shake your head.

“God, does your brother know you’re such a slut?” Johnny teases. “He always makes you sound like you’re a perfect angel, the perfect child for your parents that does absolutely no wrong, would never step a toe out of line or step into something as inappropriate as letting five of his friends make you a cumdump like a cock-hungry whore.”

You don’t know what Johnny’s exact intentions are with his words, but if he means to turn you on by degrading you, it’s working. 

“You’re such a slut, baby,” Johnny lifts himself up, moving around Jaehyun, so he can get closer to you. “Your little cunt is already dripping with cum, but you’re begging for more? Do you think you can take Jeno and I?”

“What, like, at the same time?” You ask.

Johnny pauses, staring you in the eye. It feels like it should be intimidating, but you just find it incredibly hot. 

“Do you want us at the same time?” He asks, and this time his voice is a little softer, genuine curiosity. “Can you actually handle having us at the same time? You want Jeno in your cunny while I take your pretty ass? I’d be glad to do that, baby. The whole time you were riding Jungwoo I was watching your pretty little hole, wondering if you’ve ever had it played with before. But you’re not that dirty are you, baby? You’re probably not daring enough to have let someone play with your ass.”

“I have!” You insist, feeling suddenly small in front of Johnny, degraded and subjugated by him. But you like it. 

You can tell that’s the answer he’s been waiting for. 

Suddenly you’re on your back again, Johnny leaning over you. He’s so big, blocking out your view of the ceiling, his hand spanning your entire thigh as he parts your legs. 

“No, wait,” you whine, embarrassed as he brushes his finger over the tight hole, smearing it with the cum leaking from your pussy. “I—I’m not prepped. I haven’t, you know, made sure it’s properly and totally clean.”

That in itself feels humiliating to admit. The five hottest men you know are trying to have sex with you, and here you are, telling them that you might have a dirty ass. Your face is hot with embarrassment, but Johnny just smiles and leans in. 

“I don’t mind,” Johnny tells you, kissing your cheek delicately. And then in a quiet voice, so soft that the others can’t hear it, he says, “But if you’re really worried about it, I won’t. Seriously though, I don’t care if it’s not totally clean.”

That sends a fluttering heat into your chest and belly. 

You’ve done anal before. It was strange at first, but good. Really good. And you know with what Johnny’s working with and his skill set, he’ll make sure it feels fantastic for you. You want it, but even with his reassurance, you’re still nervous about what he’ll find. But you nod. 

“Okay, go ahead.”

Johnny kisses you on the mouth, and it’s like you forget everyone else in the room. He absorbs your awareness so that all you can think about is his tongue dipping against yours, the heat of his skin where it makes contact with yours, and the lubricated press of his fingertip against your asshole. 

You zone out, admittedly, just sucked into a space where you can only think about Johnny’s lips on your skin, his tongue on your clit, the gentle touch and soothing way that he stretches your ass open for him. Your cheeks feel hot, tears in your eyes, but it’s not from pain and not from embarrassment even, it’s just all overwhelming and catching up with you, but you don’t want any of it to stop. 

And then Jeno’s there. He takes your hand, holding it, gently stroking his thumb across your knuckles as he brushes your hair with his other hand. He murmurs softly to you, though the words pass in one ear and out the other. But it helps. 

You cum on Johnny's tongue, riding the fingers he has buried in your ass. 

You don’t find out, don’t know and don’t care anymore either, whether you were clean down there or if Johnny found anything embarrassing as he fingered you open. All you know is it feels good when he finally sits up, his fingers still buried inside you. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. 

You nod at him from where your head is tucked against Jeno’s shoulder. “I’m good. Ready for you.”

Johnny smirks, and he slaps his free hand down against the side of your ass. “Then you’d better sit your pretty pussy down on Jeno, baby.”

You think you’d rather have Johnny inside you first, but he seems to know what he’s doing, so you listen to him. You roll over, sliding over Jeno, who just smiles gently up at you, hands diving into your hair to pull you down to kiss him. 

You feel Johnny’s hands on you, moving you and Jeno into position, holding Jeno’s cock just right as Johnny pushes your hips down. You slide right down, your pussy loose and wet with all the cum, you moan into the kiss, whining a little louder when Johnny smacks your ass and then slides his fingers right back inside your asshole. 

It feels so much more now that you have Jeno in your pussy while Johnny does this. Everything feels tighter and more intense, but Johnny keeps going, working on loosening you up even more for him. You’re moaning endlessly into Jeno’s mouth bouncing on his cock with each of Johnny’s rough thrusts of his fingers. 

You feel like you’re falling apart (in the best way) when Johnny finally pulls his fingers out and presses the tip of his cock against your entrance instead. But he doesn’t push in. He waits.

Jeno moans in frustration when you break the kiss, when you stop moving on his cock, but when you look back over your shoulder at Johnny (your gaze sweeping briefly over the other three, Jungwoo now returned from wherever he went) he’s smirking at you, the look ever-present. 

He looks at you and you look at him. 

“Well?” He says. “Aren’t you gonna ask nicely?”

“Johnny,” you moan. 

He rocks his hips forward, gliding his cockhead right over your entrance, moving you as well on Jeno’s cock. “Ask nicely for it, baby. Tell me how badly you want my big cock in your tight little ass. Tell me that you want Jeno to cum in your pussy like all the others while I claim your ass for mine alone.”

That does it. 

“Fuck,” you moan, dropping your head so your forehead bumps against Jeno’s chin. “Johnny, fuck, please. Please just—“

You don’t even get the rest of the words out. He presses in, smooth and slow, stealing the breath right from your lungs. 

Jeno goes still. His hands coming up to rest on your hips beside Johnny’s, both of them just holding you as Johnny presses in. It still feels very different, unusual. It’s been quite a while since you did anal, and back then you only did it a couple times with an ex who certainly hadn’t been as gentle or careful as Johnny was being. So unusual, in the way that having anything pushing into a place where things normally aren’t pushing into will be. 

When Johnny bottoms out, he gives you a moment to adjust. Jeno’s hand runs up and down your back, he places kisses along your chin and jaw, the corner of your lips. You just breathe, doing your best to relax, to change the discomfort into something that feels good, but you know that change is only going to come once Johnny starts moving. 

You move first, experimentally rocking your hips back. Once and then again, and then softly you whine, “Move. One of you.”

Johnny does. With his hands on your hips, he takes over, thrusting into you, moving you on Jeno as well. 

The mattress shifts as one of the others comes closer, but your eyes are closed, you don’t see who it is that takes hold of your chin, turning your face to the side. You feel the brush of lips, and then his mouth is gone but his fingertips stay at your chin. 

“Can you open up, baby?”

Jaehyun. 

You open your mouth, open your eyes, looking up at him with his burning gaze full of lust. You’ve wanted to suck his cock all night, though you didn’t imagine it would be in this situation. But you won’t turn it down, you’re pleased to get to be stuffed completely full with cocks. 

And that’s exactly what happens. 

Jaehyun takes your mouth, his hand curling against the back of your head as he begins thrusting into your mouth, somehow coordinating his movements perfectly with Jeno and Johnny’s. 

There’s never a single instant that you don’t have a cock buried inside you. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass. That discomfort fades away, replaced by pleasure and bliss as you slip back into that space of no thoughts, just lust, just taking what they give you like the cumslut cockwhore that Johnny had called you a short while before. 

Jeno cums inside you first. You feel the burst of heat in your belly as he loses his control, filling you with cum for the fourth time tonight, and he licks and sucks at your throat and chest, his moans vibrating through you as he loses himself. 

He doesn’t pull out, and he doesn’t get the chance either. He’s still hard inside you, your pussy pulsing around him with each deep thrust of Johnny in your ass, and when you cum from this constant stimulation on all sides, Jeno cums with you, his teeth at your collarbone.

That’s the last of your energy, expended in that orgasm. 

It’s only Johnny’s hands on your hips, Jeno’s hands at your shoulders, and Jaehyun’s hands in your hair that keep you from collapsing. 

It’s Jaehyun’s cock alone that prevents every room in this hotel from hearing you moaning as Johnny ducks your ass now. He doesn’t hold back, intent on chasing his own orgasm with brutal, deep thrusts that you can feel in your belly. 

This is what you wanted tonight. It’s exactly what you were hoping for when you made that decision to have all of them in you tonight. You wanted this overwhelmed exhaustion, the feeling of being their sexdoll by the end, being a cum-covered and cock-drunk mess. 

When Jaehyun pulls out of your mouth, his cock spraying cum across your cheek, you know that’s exactly how you probably look. Covered in saliva, dripping cum. 

Now you collapse down against Jeno’s chest, your sticky cheek smushed against his chest, bouncing back on Johnny’s cock as he finally hits his climax. 

You reach back, taking his hand, holding tightly as he cums in your ass. You want to lock your ankles behind his legs, hold him there inside you so you don’t have to feel empty again, but you don’t have the strength to do that. 

You don’t have the strength to do much of anything except moan and whine as Johnny pulls out, as Jeno gently rolls you off of him onto your back beside him. 

You can only moan in delight though when none of the three of them move away, when Jaemin and Jungwoo move closer again. 

They’re all hard, even Johnny and Jaehyun who have just cum. 

They’re calling you a cumslut, but all you can do to react is to smile, to open your mouth and hold out your tongue. 

Jungwoo takes your mouth, straddling your head as he crushes pillows with his knees so he can sink his cock into your mouth. 

The others just jerk off over you. Someone’s got their hand between your legs, rubbing your clit until you’re weakly cumming again. There’s cocks on your tits, rubbing over your belly, someone’s glides over your throat. 

You can’t keep track of them anymore, sinking down into the warm place of pleasure where everything is just so good and blurry. You feel one of them slip his cock back inside your pussy, dipping down into your ass after a moment, another cumshot. Someone cums across your tits, another across your belly, Jungwoo cums halfway down your throat, pulling out to let the rest coat your lips and chin. Someone wraps your hands around his cock, and you can feel his cum shoot over your chest, dripping down between your fingers over your forearms. 

The last one cums over your abdomen, cum dripping down over your clit to your pussy to join the mess leaking out of you. 

You slump, absolutely exhausted, into the pillows. You turn your head to the side with a sigh, your eyes shut, and you could pass out right now. You still might. 

But then you hear Johnny, like the leader of your fuckfest, say, “We should clean her up. Baby, can you hear me?” His voice sounds distant when he says your name, and then he taps your cheek with his fingers. “Are you okay?”

You moan softly, mumbling that you’re okay, though you’re not sure that the words make it all the way out. 

You feel arms beneath you, scooping you up off the bed. You’re cradled against a chest, probably Johnny’s, as he walks you away from the bed. 

It’s Johnny and Jaemin who strip you in the bathroom, peeling the ruin of your birthday dress off of you. It was almost entirely unlaced by this point, barely even on you. They’d all cum on skin instead of the dress, but that didn’t matter, it had cum and sweat on it regardless. It falls to the floor. 

The two of them get you into the shower, Jaemin supporting you and whispering quiet words into your ear as Johnny gets the warm water running, as he helps wipe you down, rinsing away the cum and sweat. 

Jeno joins after a few minutes, slipping in to steal some of the shower’s spray, taking his turn to support you while Jaemin rinses off. But Johnny is the one who takes the most care with you. He’s the one who sinks to his knees to clean up your pussy and your ass, who scrubs your skin clean. It’s Johnny who dismisses the younger two, telling them to go help Jaehyun and Jungwoo with changing the bedsheets. 

Johnny finishes with shampooing your hair. 

You don’t want to get out. You like this. This tenderness after all of that. The warmth of the water and his bare skin against all of your bare skin, the way that he wraps his arms around you and holds you there under the shower spray, letting you cling to him. 

Johnny wraps you in a soft towel when the shower is over, he holds your hand as he leads you back out into the hotel room. 

There’s a mound of sheets on the floor, stripped from the bed. It’s taking all four of the others to put new sheets on the bed, and you don’t even want to know what excuse was given to the front desk for why you needed an entirely new set of sheets, or what comments the poor laundry staff is going to have when they launder the cum-stiff sheets. 

But once the bed is resheeted, you climb back in. 

It’s late. Very late by this point. You’re absolutely exhausted, and all you want to do is fall asleep, to cuddle and be cuddled. 

But all five of the men are once more back in their clothes, looking like untouchable, insanely attractive magazine models as they stand outside the bed. 

“Are you not staying?” You ask as you look at each of them. Jungwoo is the only one that holds your gaze, and you’re reminded of his eyes earlier tonight, when you first saw him at the party.  “Just gonna gangbang me and leave me?”

A few of them crack smiles at that. 

“I don’t think we’re all gonna fit,” Jaehyun says. 

That doesn’t matter, not really. (But it does, you just don’t want to believe it). 

Jaehyun’s the first to come around the bed, leaning in to kiss you. “I had fun tonight. From start to finish. Happy birthday.” 

It sounds like a goodbye, and when Jaehyun pulls away and walks straight for the door, you realize it is one. And Jaehyun can’t leave without Johnny. 

Johnny climbs in, leaving you a lingering kiss. “I didn’t take anything too far tonight, did I?”

You shake your head. “No, I liked it. All of it.”

He kisses you again, murmuring a goodnight, a happy birthday, a goodbye, and then he’s gone. He grabs his keys off the desk, and follows Jaehyun toward the door. 

When Jungwoo comes around to the side of the bed, you’re about to cry because are they all going to leave you in this big empty bed tonight? But he surprises you by slipping his pants off, pulling his shirt over his head, and sliding under the covers with you.

“I’ll stay,” he says, tucking an arm around you, drawing you into him.

“Jungwoo,” you sigh, pressing your cheek to his chest. 

“We have a schedule tomorrow. Or, later, I guess.” Jeno says, knocking his hand against Jaemin’s arm. “We have to get back to the form.”

Jaemin nods, his eyes lingering on you and Jungwoo as he starts to follow Jeno away from the bed. You wish he would stay. You wish they all would, but you’re happy that Jungwoo is staying. It feels right to have him here. You started the night with him, so it feels perfect that you’re ending it with him. 

The others call final goodbyes and goodnights and happy birthdays from the door. One of them shuts off the overhead  light for you, leaving only the bedside lamp and the bathroom light on. You watch from your spot resting on Jungwoo’s chest as they file out one after the other. Then the door shuts and it’s just you and Jungwoo. 

You sigh, closing your eyes, settling fully against Jungwoo. You can hear his heart beating solidly beneath your ear. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, so quietly that Jungwoo could ignore it. 

But he doesn’t. 

“For what?”

“You kissed me first tonight. We were having fun, just the two of us. And then I went and kissed Jaehyun and ruined everything.” You can’t lift your head from his chest, can’t dare to look him in the eye as you say, “It should’ve just been us tonight. I fucked up.”

“No,” Jungwoo lifts his head from the pillow, kissing the top of your head. “You didn’t fuck up. Yeah, I agree that kissing Jaehyun after you’d been kissing me and dancing with me was wrong, but I think it all worked out pretty well. That was fun and hot.”

You slowly lift your head, looking at Jungwoo’s face. He’s already looking at you, smiling. 

“Do you mean it? You’re not mad?” You ask. 

Jungwoo shakes his head. “I don’t think I’m actually allowed to be mad. I’ve known how indecisive you are. Your brother has told all of us that you can’t choose a favorite. I did briefly think earlier tonight, when you kissed me, that maybe you’d made a choice. But you’re not mine, I don’t own you or anything. It’s not something we talked about between our first kiss and the second or any of the kissing after that. I don’t have a right to be angry that you decided to kiss Jaehyun, it was upsetting in the moment, but I’m happy with the way that the night has gone. Like I said, it was hot.” 

You stare at him for a moment longer. And then, “Where did you go earlier? In the middle of all of that, I looked over and you were gone.”

“I needed some time to process,” he admits. “But I’m fine.”

I like you, the words threaten to spill out right then as you gaze into Jungwoo’s eyes. You do like him a lot. He was the first of the members that you really met and liked, he was the first you started flirting with and the first to flirt back. He was the first to become a subject in phone calls with your brother, the first to interject himself into calls as well. It’s always been Jungwoo that was first. 

But you don’t say any of that. 

“I’m really glad you stayed, Jungwoo.” You bury your face against his chest again. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises.

You still don’t know if you’re ready to make a choice, but as Jungwoo leans over to flick off the bedside lamp, dousing the room into darkness, you think you might be one step closer to narrowing down your choices to this man right here. 

Note/PSA: don’t do anal without lube, like they did here. This is a fic, it’s not a real example/accurate representation. You actually need lube, please, if you’re planning to have anal sex. 

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Hi! Can we get some M.onty g.ator vore where he digests his bandmates and maybe a few visitors to gain muscles?

I'm always up for some M.onty vore!

With a flick of his head and a wet gulp, M.onty sends the last pair of kicking legs down the hatch. He slurps wetly over his teeth and huffs out a deep, sated sigh. He can feel the human sink into his gut, bulging it out another notch and making his casing groan. He gives his stomach a few harsh pats and lets loose a deep roar of a belch.

“This has gotta be enough,” M.onty rumbles, looking down at his middle. His stomach is hanging down to his knees, sticking out by several feet. It bulges and shifts all on its own, a decent gaggle of humans packed deeply inside. Their muffled screams overlap, making it hard to pick out any particular voices, especially through the thick material of his gut and the harsh gurgles coming out.

M.onty is sick of being anything but top dog. B.onnie and F.reddy are bigger than him. They’re more popular. They’re always calling the shots. But M.onty plans on changing that. He just needs to get bigger. Once he towers over both of them, they won’t dare to say a thing! But to do that, he needs fuel for his mass…easiest way to get a load of that at once? Mulch a few guys! He’s cleared out his golf course completely of drunk college students and bored dads, and it’s gotta give him what he wants.

“Y’all ready for this?” M.onty roars out, smacking his gut again with a laugh. He still can’t understand what anyone in there is saying but he didn’t care. “Time to get mulched! Let's rock and roll!” Baring his teeth, M.onty focuses all of his energy on his middle, flexing down with everything he could muster. And being a robot, his stomach might as well be a trash compactor.

Snaps and crunches and screams ring out in a grisly cacophony of noise. M.onty’s stomach visibly flexes down, crushing the many people inside together. Limbs and terrified faces stretch out his gut as everything is squeezed, only for those shapes to get squished and crushed down into unrecognizable shapes. M.onty roars out as his stomach wobbles and shrinks several inches, then more, and more. Each time more messy squelches and wet crunches echo out as a couple thousand pounds of human meat is puréed and pumped through his system.

M.onty’s entire body groans and vibrates with energy. Then there’s some creaks and whines as he starts to grow, his muscles developing further. His arms bulge and ripple, his pecs swell with strength, and his legs and tail grow thicker and stronger. M.onty’s stomach flattens out with a deep, harsh rumble, showing off far more defined abs than before. A deep, heavy sigh rolls out of M.onty as his body settles. And then he blasts out another meaty belch.

M.onty looks over himself and flexes his arms a bit. He frowns, tail flickering with annoyance. “What the hell?! That was, like, twenty people, and this is all you could do?! I’m not even any taller! Agh, I’m gonna rip you all to…oh, right. Already dead.” He huffs and rubs over his stomach with a frown. He could spend all day snacking on people and not get any bigger. What should he..?

An idea comes to M.onty and he smirks. “If you guys aren’t worth any meat…maybe those other jerks are.” Going right for B.onnie and F.reddy could be a problem. But…there is someone in the band that’s actually smaller than him. That’ll be just the boost he needs. With a grin, M.onty stomps off, already stalking his prey.

F.oxy is easy to find. He’s at the newly installed bar, his favorite place to be since it lets him drink rum and tell his stories to drunkards. Though, right now, the bar is barren other than the fox and the bit serving drinks. It makes it easy for M.onty to stomp in unbothered. F.oxy doesn’t notice until the gator bumps into his back and makes him spill his drink.

“Yarg, watch where yer goin’ ya—“ F.oxy turns around to keep talking, just for M.onty to grab him by the throat. The pirate squeaks as he’s yanked up into the air, seeing M.onty’s wide, toothy grin in his face.

“Hey, Captain,” M.onty rumbles. “I need your drunk ass to help me out for a second. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” Before F.oxy can try to respond, M.onty shoves the fox’s muzzle right between his pecs. F.oxy starts to wiggle pathetically, but M.onty keeps him pressed up against the bar. There’s nowhere for him to go other than further in, with the back of his head being pushed down and squeezed further between M.onty’s pecs.

“Aaaah yeah,” M.onty huffs, pulling his fingers out from his own pecs. F.oxy’s neck deep in them now and M.onty can feel his muffled voice vibrating inside of him. “You’re gonna look way better on me, Captain. So you better…nngh…thank me for it!” M.onty cups his hands under F.oxy’s ass and pushes hard, grunting and huffing as he forces even more of the fox into his chest.

F.oxy’s arms get pinned down fast, his shoulders, chest, and stomach all squeezing into M.onty’s chest with ease. It makes the gator’s chest start to bulge out as it’s filled. F.oxy’s legs kick around, hanging out comically. M.onty squeezes F.oxy’s ass before shoving it into his chest with a huff. Then he grabs F.oxy by the ankles and starts pushing his legs in. His chest swells more and more, until only F.oxy’s twitching feet are poking out. M.onty chuckles and pushes down with a finger, getting knuckle deep in his own pecs before pulling away.

M.onty admits his chest, crudely groping over it as he feels F.oxy struggling inside. Muffled yelling just barely makes it out, bulges shifting around as the pirate struggles inside. “Heh…my chest is already so thick, I can’t hear a damn thing you’re saying! So I’m just gonna assume you’re begging me to crush you into pec meat. And I’m happy to help out!”

M.onty flexes his chest, getting a clearer—though still muffled—scream out of F.oxy. “Hff…alright, let’s try that again.” Another flex, this one with more effort out into it. Something inside crunches and F.oxy thrashes with a howl. “Ugh, c’mon, F.oxy! You’re already stuck in there! Just…let me kill you already! You’re…pec…meat!” M.onty flexes again with a snarl. F.oxy’s scream warps with the sound of crunching metal, the Pirate’s body finally giving out and being compacted down in M.onty’s body. The gator’s pecs twitch and bounce as they smooth out with instantaneous effects.

M.onty’s muscles swell again, mass and power flowing through him to give him more. At the same time, his body groans deeply as he suddenly grows a few inches. His body gets wider, muscles thicker and stronger, and his pecs especially ballooning in size as a lot of F.oxy adds to them. Red hair also begins to cover M.onty, coming from his chest and under his arms, as well as over his abs. A slight scent fills the air, a thick musk that’s emanating from the gator.

M.onty takes several deep breaths, his chest rising and falling with each one. He rumbles softly and flexes over his new muscles a few times, feeling the tingling sensation in them slowly fading. “Haa…see? Wasn’t that hard, was it, pec meat? You look way better like this.” M.onty squeezes his pecs, grinning. “And I…look way better, too! Heh, let's see those two jerks try calling the shots now. In fact…I bet I can get even bigger. And if I’m in charge, who even needs those two?” Chuckling to himself, M.onty returns to his hunt, this time with new prey in mind.

B.onnie and F.reddy were just too predictable. The two of them are spending their time together between major performances, being all lovey-dovey between B.onnie Bowl. It’s a private space just the two of them can go so they can enjoy their time together. Well, until M.onty comes in, interrupting the two of them.

F.reddy gets flustered and pulls away from B.onnie, who doesn’t seem as bothered. He’s moreso surprised by M.onty’s new look. He gets to his feet, finding himself just slightly shorter than the gator, not including his ears. “Woah, Mont, you get a redesign or something?”

M.onty grins, tail flicking back and forth. “Something like that. Jealous?” He flexes his arms and bounces his pecs, shamelessly showing off to the rabbit. “C’mere, cop a feel. I don’t mind.”

B.onnie does step forward, putting a hand on one of M.onty’s arms. “Wow, that’s definitely something. What’s with that smell, though?”

“What, you like it? Lemme help ya get a good whiff then!” He grabs B.onnie by the back of the head, lifting his right arm up and planting the rabbit’s face right into his furry pit. B.onnie lets out a muffled cry, trying and failing to push himself away.

“M.onty!” F.reddy practically jumps to his feet now and rushes over. “That is not funny, let him go at once!”

“Don’t be jealous~” M.onty says, lowering his arm on B.onnie’s head. “You can get a smell, too!” He grabs F.reddy by the scruff, overpowering the bear with ease and shoving his face into the other pit. “Yeeeah, that’s it. That’s the smell of a real leader! Go on, get a deeper smell!” M.onty lowers his other and over F.reddy and squeezes down on them, grunting as he wedges their heads into his pits.

M.onty’s muscles flex and bulge as he starts to pull his bandmates in deeper. Their muffled voices get harder to hear as they start to disappear, shoulders squeezing into M.onty’s pits, followed by their chests. M.onty lifts his arms up now, continuing to flex them to drag more of their bodies in. F.reddy and B.onnie keep trying to thrash, pushing and pounding on M.onty’s body up until they get pinned down by their stomachs sinking in.

Their legs start kicking now, lifting off the ground and steadily sliding upward. M.onty’s arms keeping swelling outward, muscles bulging and shifting as F.reddy and B.onnie get squished into his biceps. M.onty growls lowly, enjoying the sensation and relishing in each flex he gives as it sucks in several more inches of his bandmates. Their legs steadily disappear, kicking and twitching, all the way to the end. Two pairs of feet sink beneath the red fur of M.onty’s pits and he lets out a deep, satisfied sigh.

“That’s…the…stuff,” M.onty huffs out, flexing over his arms with each word. His biceps are bulging around F.reddy and B.onnie, their faces or hands occasionally stretching him out. “This is it. I’m in charge now. You two are just going to make me even better! So hurry up, I wanna feel you two die!” Month flexes his arms down tightly again, feeling the bodies of the two animatronics straining under the pressure.

“C’mon…hurry up!” M.onty demands, flexing his arms again. “I’m bigger and stronger than both of you!” Another flex. He can hear B.onnie lot out a particularly loud yell and something inside his arm gets crushed. “You’re already inside of me, there’s nothing you can do!” Another flex makes F.reddy yell out Month’s name, just barely audible, as something folds and the bulges shift. “Make me better…make me bigger…and get outta my way! Just die!” M.onty roars and flexes down with all his might.

Screeching, warping metal overpowers M.onty’s roar. B.onnie shrieks as his body folds and compresses, and F.reddy tries to plea as he’s crushed and flattened. Both of their voices fade with wet crunches as their heads cave under the immense pressure, and Month’s arms round out and shrink down as their bodies are reduced into nothing.

And M.onty grows. His body ripples and shifts, groans and creaks, as everything changes. He shoots up inch after inch after inch, becoming a full foot taller. His body swells, arms and legs thickening with muscle, looking like tree trunks. His pecs shoot out a couple of inches, more mass adding to him. His stomach is rock hard, abs twitching and flexing involuntarily. Even his tail grows in length and thickness, whipping around dangerously. More body hair covers his body, blanketing his pecs in a thick red and peppering the rest of his torso. He even grows a five o’clock shadow. The stink of musk is now a thick, constant presence he has that would likely be suffocating from its source. Even his voice gets deeper, his roar making the room rumble around him.

And then it’s over. The tingling, burning sensation fades as quickly as it came. M.onty pants and huffs, his muscles still flexing slightly on their own. He’s a walking wall of muscle, far bigger than any of the animatronics had been. He slowly feels over his body, a grin curling onto his muzzle as he does.

“That’s better,” M.onty growls, voice rumbling deep from his chest. “No one needs you guys. You’re just more of me now! That’s better than whatever pointless lives you had before!” He laughs, turning to stomp out of the room. He has to duck to squeeze out the doorway. “Better go out and show off the new bod. Gotta make sure everyone forgets about you jerks. Don’t need you cramping my style again.”

[crystillyzed]

at the rainbow's end // mysta rias

pairing: mysta rias x gn!reader

word count: 4.1k

genre: fluff, staff!reader, mutual pining, wingman elira

content warning(s): swearing, unedited

summary:

After nearly a year of hearing each other's voice, you finally meet him.

a/n: this was originally going to be released as my 100 follower celebration since i hit that a while back and to make up for the lack of event since i don’t have the time to host one. but with mysta’s graduation this past weekend, i didn’t want to keep this in my drafts since i’ve been working on this for like practically a year now.

this fox-dog man means so much to me, even though i can’t really catch his streams due to timezone differences, but he means So Much to me. i got back into writing because of luxiem, but he and shu were the ones who got me back into the swing of writing which is amazing bc i love writing. i just lost all the motivation to do so until i found them last year. even though he’s no longer in niji anymore or mysta anymore, i will keep writing for him. in fact, i actually have like 3 or so mysta works in the drafts lol

and speaking of writing, this is the first long fic i’ve written in 3-4 years. i’m considering crossposting this onto my ao3 as an alternative access to read longer fics bc ik how tumblr is poopy with loading long text posts. i’m a bit rusty when it comes to writing long fics, but i hope you’ll be able to enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing this 🧡

links: luxiem m.l || main m.l || ao3 ver (if tumblr dies)

You twist your head from your phone back towards your monitor, displaying the Discord window showing your current private call with your blue dragon friend.

“Mysta’s WHAT?”

“Yeah, he’s coming along on the trip,” Elira laughed. “You didn’t know?”

“Apparent-ly! What the hell!! Luca, that motherfucker, I’m gonna beat his ass when I see him!”

She howls with laughter as you ramble on and on about how Luca told you everything about their planned trip but didn’t tell you about Mysta’s planned involvement. Once you��re done, she takes many deep breaths to calm down. “You should come with us! It’s gonna be fun. And, you’ll get to see him again.~”

You can’t really see each other’s faces, considering you’re both in a voice call. But god damn, you can hear the eyebrow wiggle in her teasing tone.

“I can’t,” you groaned, “I have finals when you’re there. As much as I wanna skip it, I really need to pass.”

“Damn, you can’t even get a referral from staff to get you here for a business meeting? Unlucky.”

“Can’t even do that anyway. I already told my professor that my trip’s been canceled, so now I have to take it.”

Though you’re not a liver for the company, you are, however, a staff member for the company. Specifically one of the staff in charge of promotions. Of course, you mainly focus on promoting EN and sometimes the other two now-merged branches. In fact, that’s how you got close to some of the livers.

As one of the staff promoters, you have to speak with the associated livers about PR stream offers and their convention appearance invites. Since you’ve been interacting with the livers the most, you’ve become friends with a few of them. Some namely Elira and Mysta.

Honestly, it’s not that you play favorites with the livers. You try your best to keep your relationships professional with them. But your bond with a specific fox-like man says otherwise.

You see, Mysta has been a joy to be around with. Although you haven’t met him in person yet, you have played some multiplayer games with him. Sometimes you check out the EN Minecraft server to see if the installed mods are working properly. Weirdly enough, almost every time you visit the server, Mysta is online. In fact, that’s how your not-so-business relationship started.

When you first entered the server, after double checking if no one was streaming at the scheduled hour, he was the first person you met. You thought you would run into Selen, Pomu, or perhaps Uki during your visit, but you were pleasantly surprised at his sudden appearance. Luckily, he was kind enough to show you around the server while teaching you some mods. With, of course, the trademark Mysta Rias experience packaged with sexual innuendos and teasing about. Well, except he didn’t go completely sexual considering it was your first time meeting him. He has some decency.

After that, you’ve run into him almost every time you visit the Minecraft server. Every visit eventually turned into hangouts, just you two (and sometimes another liver) chatting and building projects in-game. Soon enough, you and Mysta started to play other games together. You both played games such as Overwatch, Clubhouse, and sometimes League if you felt like torturing yourself for some reason.

Obviously, you had to keep the professionalism on both sides somehow. Your fellow staff members, especially some livers, noticed your close bond with the detective. So they usually send you to his DMs to discuss about any promotion offers involving him. Whenever you have your cameras on for a meeting, he somehow always flusters you with sudden flirtatious marks or something of the sort mid-conversation.

“Hello? Helloooooooo? Is someone there??”

Elira’s voice yoinks you out of your thoughts. Oh god, were you spacing out this entire time? How embarassing.

You clear your throat then respond as if you weren’t thinking of someone just now, “S-sorry, did you say something?”

“Oh my god. It’s that bad,” she mindlessly mutters.

Blink blink. “Huh?”

“Nothing,” she quickly retaliates. With a slight hum, she speaks again, “Since you’re gonna be stuck in hell… Want me to get you something? Like a souvenir or a limited edition thing? I literally have your address, man.”

Oh right, she does. Sometimes you and Elira send gifts to each other like figurines or plushies at random times.

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks for the offer, man.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I’ll still probably send some pics buuut… Y’know… Just saying…”

There she goes again, doing that thing where she wiggles her eyebrows even though you can’t see her fucking face right now. Goddamn it, why did you tell her about your… thing with Mysta? You should’ve known that she’s NOT going to let it go.

You groan, “Just. Just surprise me.”

“That’s so vague! Do you know what that means?”

“Yeah? So? Surprise me.”

“Man… You have no idea how much power you just gave me.” She cackles for the next few seconds, making you start regretting your decision. “Okay, I’ll surprise you. Just don’t forget you asked me to, alright? And no complaining!”

“Okay, alright, fine! I won’t complain! Jeez… Now get to bed, nerd, you have a flight tomorrow.”

“Sheesh, what are you, my mom?” You both chuckle at her remark. “Okieee~ I’ll go pass out now, I guess. Good night!”

“Good night, Ewiwa. Have a safe trip.”

And you both leave call. Well, maybe you should get to sleep too. It’s getting super late, after all.

—

Mysta stares at Elira across the table in disbelief. “Finals? Of all times? Bruh…”

“Haha, yeah! Super uncool and lame and not something I have to worry about soon,” his penguin colleague beside him laughs with a dreadfully crazed look in her eyes. She anxiously reaches out for her soda and starts drinking rapidly.

“Wh— it’s not like I can control it or anything. Shit happens!”

“I know, it’s just…” he drawls off as his gaze lowers to the table. Admittedly, it’s difficult for him to hide his expression. So naturally, the two girls noticed his disappointment. Elira and Petra awkwardly look at each other, then to him, then back at each other.

“Hey, it’s okay, Mysta,” Petra says as she pats his back. “You can always see them next time! Like Nijifest!”

The dragon nods, “Yeah! Or you could see them the next time you take a break. Like going on another vacation or something.”

“If I have enough money for it,” he sighed. But he gives them a small smile to appreciate their attempts to soothe him.

Petra frowns. “If? Mysta, you’re literally one of the top livers in EN, like? Hello? Mr. One Million?”

“But I still don’t know when that’s gonna happen. Might as well be in a year or maybe like half a year or something.”

Elira’s eyes narrow. She quietly listens to their conversation, or bickering at this point, while taking some occasional sips of her drink.

For the past practically a year, Elira’s been one of the victims to both of your hopeless gushing.

She already knew about your friendship since you’ve talked a lot about it before. She knows the stupid hijinks and drunken confessions that you and Mysta told her about off stream. Her eyes closes as a confused thought crosses her mind, Seriously, how are you two not dating already?

Of course, she’s quite aware that the rest of Luxiem are both of your victims. Hell, when Elira’s alone with the other boys, it’s usually them talking about how astonishing that you and Mysta aren’t together. Sometimes, they make bets on who’s going to confess first. It’s obvious!

Even with the two going back and forth, practically becoming one with the background, she closes her eyes and hums in thought. Finals should be finished next week, she mused. Her visible eye opens as she takes a glance at the ashy haired male. But he’s been so busy lately that they haven’t spoken with each other…

The entire EN branch had a full schedule for the past few months. In fact, their schedule was so full that sometimes the livers couldn’t make their own streaming schedules nor stream in general. Mysta, of course, was no exception. As one of the most popular livers in EN, he’s one of the most busiest people she’s ever known. On top of that, you too have been busy recently too. You haven’t been able to hang out with him as of late despite being a staff member yourself. Life really likes to fuck anyone over, doesn’t it?

She could tell that you two haven’t been able to find the time to talk with each other. The staff picked up many projects that practically almost everyone is unavailable, and you were one of said unavailable members. The only times the livers could contact you was through Slack or by email for business inquiries. But things should be slightly slowing down, for now that is.

Although, it would be nice to have you two meet each other once at the same time, even if it’s a coincidental encounter.

Wait a minute…

A devious smirk lifts her lips, her eyes glinting with mischief in mind. She chuckles to herself as she entertains the thought. Hell, it even looks kinda creepy to the other patrons. ESPECIALLY to her coworkers who’s now staring at her with confusion and a hint of fear.

“…Elira? Are you okay?” Petra asked the dragon.

“Hm?” She blinks out of her thoughts as the penguin’s voice pulls her back into reality. Elira stares at her and Mysta, who also looks a bit dumbfounded, before grinning at them. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Just thought of something.”

Blink blink. “Like what?” Mysta asked this time.

Again, she lets out a chuckle and flicks her wrist to wave off the concern. “Like I said! Don’t worry about it! Y’all will see it eventually.”

Soon enough, the waitress arrives with their orders. Elira turns to face her and helps her with the food. On the other side of the table, the two livers tilt their heads in confusion and eventually give each other an unknowing look as the table is served.

—

You lie in bed snuggled underneath your covers, but the lights are still on as you scroll through Twitter on your phone.

It’s been about a couple weeks since your call with Elira. She’s been sending you updates, videos, and pictures of the group’s adventures in Japan. Sometimes, she’d call you before going to bed to tell you what happened during the trip in case it was a story she couldn’t explain over text. Of course, there were times when another liver like Reimu and Nina would join in the call and give you the tea. As much as you wished you wanted to be there while dying in exams, you felt warm as you saw the livers enjoying themselves on their vacation.

Then, you noticed how fast the month flew by. Eventually, it was time for the livers to fly home and say goodbye for a while. They all had different flights, obviously, but there was a specific person who didn’t leave the country yet.

You were looking on Twitter while watching the members’ story time streams on a pop-up viewer. Although, you didn’t see Mysta’s waiting room or tweet indicating his return to streaming yet.

Suddenly, you remembered why.

“He wants to stay back for a bit,” Elira answered over the sound of her packing. “Dunno why, but I don’t blame him. He was in Japan for work last time.”

That he was. Though disappointing it is that you can’t hang with him for a while longer, at least he’s having fun.

“Oh, remember the thing I asked you about?”

She asked you something? When?

“What thing?” You asked.

“Uh… The souvenir thing?”

Oh shit, you forgot about that. And apparently, she noticed your forgetfulness as indicated by her laughter.

“I got you something,” Elira continued, “but I’ll send it to you when I get back.”

“Why not now? You can just ask headquarters to send it to me.”

“It’s not something in a box though.”

You blinked in confusion, unanswering.

On the other end of the line, you heard her chuckle, “You’ll see.”

Your brief conversation did, in fact, make you scared. Although it’s Elira, your local dependable dragon, sometimes she can be as unpredictable as… well… the rest of Nijisanji. Not just EN, but Nijisanji in general. Remember that one time you watched her stream where she suddenly jumped into a hole in that Forest collab? Yeah…

Now, some time has passed since the trip and she’s been home for about almost a week. It’s something not in a box, right? So what’s taking her so long? Is it digital? Or did she fuck up somewhere with the delivery?

Currently, you’ve been juggling schoolwork, personal work, and work-work. Needless to say, it’s been a stressful time, especially around this type of year. Seriously, why is everyone so goddamn busy around this time? Idle thoughts aside, you’ve also been anxiously waiting for Elira’s souvenir. For the past week, you’d constantly check your phone and your PC for any email or DM from Slack and Discord with Elira’s name attached to it. Every time you get DM’ed or emailed, it’s always been another liver or staff member whose name doesn’t start with Elira and end with Pendora.

But hey, at least you got funny memes from Luca and Mysta in the mean time!

Honestly, at this point, you might as well just give up. Maybe she did run into issues, or she just forgot.

You let out a sigh as you refreshed your feed for the umpteenth time tonight, accompanied by the ghost’s voice eminating through your speakers. Yet suddenly, a notification banner from Discord slides down onto the screen.

Elira Pendora

SURPRISE!!!!

Oh.

Huh.

So she didn’t forget??

Confused yet astonished at the same time, you pull down your notifications bar and tap on the DM to see what she sent.

As the iconic Discord logo pops up on your screen, it eventually loads your conversation with Elira. When you look past your previous chat, a message larger than it should be fills about a third of your screen.

A plane ticket to London next week. Seat number and all. And most notably, it has your name.

…

“HUH?”

You frantically tap on the textbox and type.

You

GIRL

WHAGT THE FUCK IS THIS

Elira Pendora

your souvenir! ☺️

You

WDYM SOUVENIR THATS NOT EVEN RELATED TO JAPAN??? 😭😭😭😭

also

HOW DID YUO GET MY NUMBER??? AND MY EMAIL????? :monkas:

Elira Pendora

I had to pull a few strings with staff

just normal coworker things

You

:thonk:

“normal”

Elira Pendora

but like you should go!!!

I didn’t go through all that just for you to not see him

and you really needed a break so 😎

You

??????

but hes Still in japan?????

Elira Pendora

yeah but he’s flying back home next week

I asked him earlier and had to like try to figure out how to get you to meet him at the same time

or like

around the same time 😌

You

man idk if i should thank you or yell at you

Elira Pendora

LMAO EITHER WORKS IT’S OKAY MAN

better get ready!!!

You

wait what about the hotel

Elira Pendora

what hotel? ☺️

i’m sure he wouldn’t mind letting you stay for a few days tbh

and yes I will also pay for your return trip

You

BUT YOUR LEN FUNDS……

Elira Pendora

I KNOW 😭😭😭

but it’s worth it! go get your man bitch!!

but :thonk:

I think I’ll try to pass out now since I have something scheduled tomorrow soooo

GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!

You

gn ewiwa :D

Well! Looks like you have a trip to prepare for.

—

The gray haired detective lounged comfortably in the AirBnB’s living room, resting on the sofa as he scrolled through Twitter. He let out a chuckle here and there, sometimes full on laughing whenever a funny meme popped up on his timeline.

“Meesta!” Elira called out to him from the kitchen island.

He turned around to look at the unusually giddy dragon. Confused, he asked, “What’s up?”

“When are you heading back?”

“Uh…” Pulling out his phone, he quickly went through his gallery to find a screenshot of his ticket. Once he found it, he examined the ticket for its boarding time and date then put it away. “In like a couple or so weeks. I thought I told you?”

“I don’t think you did,” she answered.

She motioned him to give her the device, or at least show her the screen. Of course, he complied. Though insane she is, he does have immense respect for her and Lazulight. Mysta stood up from his seat and approached her. Once in the kitchen area, he flipped his phone towards her, letting her singular visible eye take a peek.

Elira hummed as she inspected the ticket details then pulled back. “Cool. Thanks man!”

She walked away from the kitchen, carrying a glass of water upstairs leaving him even more confused.

It’s been three weeks since his unusual encounter with Elira. He sits idly at a bench by a luggage conveyor in the airport, waiting for his bags to unload from the plane. While waiting, he leans back into his seat and lets out an exhausted sigh. Luckily, no one is seated beside him, so he could just take up all the space on this uncomfortable bench. Still, he couldn’t help but reminisce onto their conversation.

Was she planning something? Was she just curious? What was she cooking?

Now, he’s back in the dreaded land of England, land of the beloathed. He pulls out his phone and immediately checks Discord. The EN server is lively as always, everyone’s practically home but the sense of energy radiates from the screen despite being digital. Like any other liver, he hops in the conversation a bit, sometimes memeing around with the others in the general channel.

Although, he noticed that your icon hasn’t appeared at least once since he landed. He was even paying attention to the top left corner of his screen for a red dot indicating your message. Normally, you’d send him a meme or something to see while he’s asleep or busy. But strangely enough, you haven’t yet. Maybe he should send you something? Or maybe call?

Mysta continues to catch up and reflect on the livers’ vacation in Japan on the server, his attention eventually caught by a familiar bag on the conveyor.

Welp. Looks like he’ll call you later.

—

Thank god Elira had the brain cells to make sure your flight isn’t after his own. Of course, she had to take in account about the flight times since you’re both literally across the globe from each other going to London. To avoid missing him right after landing, you were booked super early into the morning. But sometimes, there’s a possibility that you might be too early when he lands. And, unfortunately, that seems to be the case.

“He lands around midnight,” Elira told you on phone prior to checking in. “So you should be a biiiit early.”

Yeah, by like, 2 hours.

Man, what the hell are you supposed to do for two whole hours? Well, at least you have your phone AND your luggage. You could even people watch in the lobby. But that’s 2 hours!

What’s even more fucked up is that you can’t really use your phone unless you find the wifi. But airport wifi is kinda shitty, especially in England of all places. Talk about a British debuff.

You let out a heavy sigh and collapse into your seat. Napping is out of the question, even though you’re still kind of tired from the flight. Don’t wanna risk missing him by a smidgen, of course. So you ended up roaming around the airport for a while, getting yourself some drinks and snacks to keep you occupied while waiting for your friend. Luckily there were plenty of places to lounge while waiting, so you found a place to sit and enjoy your haul of snacks while waiting.

You did get to connect to the public wifi to look at some memes, but again, it’s the airport wifi. With how slow your phone’s been loading, you eventually disconnect yourself from the wifi after moments of mindless scrolling.

But then you realized something.

You have absolutely no idea what gate he’s in.

Panicked, you scramble to pick up your bags from your side and stand up. Shit, did Elira tell you what airline he took? God, having data in another country would be so helpful. There’s absolutely no way you’re gonna reconnect to the public wifi, it’s too damn slow! If you did have data, you’d look back to your DMs and scrub through your brief conversation from last night.

With a quick glance at your phone, the clock flashes briefly on the screen. 9:20pm, that means his flight’s arriving in less than an hour. Oh shit.

Immediately, you pace briskly throughout the terminals. As you scrounge through the crowds just to take a good look at the terminals, you ask staff for international flights from Japan along the way to help narrow down as much as possible. Throughout the search, you occasionally checked the clock on your phone. 9:40? Shit, his flight should be here now or soon.

“Mysta!” You suddenly shout, passerbys looking at you strangely as you start calling for his name. Your luggage rolls and bumps against the crevices of the floor, bags jostling as you promptly continue your search throughout the terminals. “Mysta Rias!”

Meanwhile, in the same area…

An ashy gray haired man stands in front of the carousel, waiting for the rest of his bags to drop onto the conveyor belt. He pulls out his phone from his pocket, taking a quick glance at his notifications and Discord. His mouth lowers into a frown, his brows furrowing in worry as he notices the lack of notifications from you. Did they really fall asleep?

Clink-clang!

Sunset kissed eyes shift towards the carousel at the sound. Spotting his luggage on the conveyor belt, he walks over to his revolving baggage and lifts them onto the ground. Maybe he’ll shoot you a dm later when he gets home. The handle on his large case clicks as he pulls it up, soon dragging it on its wheels behind him as he heads towards the direction of the exit.

You continue running and searching for him, frantically calling his name throughout the terminal. Your head turns left and right as you look into the surrounding late night crowd, your gaze briefly analyzing each arrival for any hint of his gray hair or his tallness. As you remain standing in the middle of the hall, looking for him, you see a tall man wearing small shades on the bridge of his nose. Gray side hairs framing his face sway into the air as he lugs his bags from the baggage claim and towards the nearest exit.

Without a second thought, your feet starts moving towards him. “Mysta—“ you call. “Mysta!”

After seconds and minutes of searching for him, calling his name and pushing through the crowd as you chase after him. Just a little more…!

“MYSTA!”

And finally… Finally, you see him.

With a clear shout of his name, the gray haired man halts.

Bewildered, he looks left and right until he turns around to see you panting. His heart stopped as he stares at you astonishly. The ambience of the crowd and muffled intercom speakers drowned out as he zoned onto you.

He looked at you.

The person standing just centimeters away from him.

The person who he thought was someone he’d never meet face to face ever.

The person who helped him find a reason to keep going even in the darkest of times.

It felt like hours just staring at each other. It didn’t even feel like there was an ocean of people swarming about and passing by. Without a second thought, Mysta slowly approaches you as if he were to scare you off. As if he didn’t want to wake up, if he is dreaming.

As he gets closer and closer, you didn’t make a move. No, you merely stared at him with wonder and excitement im your eyes.

You both stood across each other, only a few centimeters apart. He blinks several times, even pinching his wrists to disprove his thoughts. But he felt a stinging pain on each part.

An airy huff somewhat resembling a laugh escapes from him. Relief washes over him, and he whispers with a smile, “…Hi.”

You smile back.

“Hi.”

[blackbat05]

Forgive me but I had to expunge this out of my system. And also because I saw a HP tennis drabble by @2manytabsopen - I hope you’re okay with me taking my own spin on this😅 Please let me know otherwise!

Golden Trio - Tennis Version⭐️🎾

Carlos:

He is Hufflepuff coded but at the same time I can see him as a Gryffindor because look at it - his passion!

He’s not afraid to stand up for otherwise and fight.

Quidditch… quidditch… I think he’ll be a good Beater (yes there are similarities between tennis and the function of a Beater). But also because of his built that is optimal for this role.

He doesn’t actively try to hit the opposing players with the bludger but once the opposing team plays dirty (*cough cough*), he has the glint in his eyes and you’ll see an opposing player fall from their brooms every 5 seconds.

I can’t see him being the best at other subjects but you know what he’s best at?

Getting into a HECK load of trouble because of his noble personality.

He can remember Professor McGonagall’s office arrangement by heart now.

He swears he has also gained a little weight from all the biscuits she offered to him. Not that he complains.

Back to Qudditch, he’s VERY popular. Especially with the girls. But that’s where he gets shy and painfully awkward.

All he’s trying to is to get the attention of Ravenclaw’s Keeper - Jannik🤩

That’s how the Ravenclaw Beater accidentally knocked him out and landed him in the sickbay for DAYS. Because he was staring too much at Jannik.

Jannik

Jannik’s quiet demeanor and the way he comes up with the most artistic expressions - (“I like to dance in a pressure storm” - how can we ever forget) makes me think he’s Ravenclaw coded!

He’s an all rounder, also very popular and perhaps very dense in seeing how Carlos tries to get his attention every 3 seconds.

Outside of Qudditch, he’s probably one of the students who doesn’t get harassed by Professor Snape because he is that good.

Which is why he also helps weaker students in the class to not incur the infamous Professor’s wrath.

Also how he met Carlos!

In their 6th year, when he was helping Carlos with amortentia potion, he smelled a musky scent that oddly reminded him of Carlos?

“Carlos not too near please.”

Jannik looks up and Carlos is just coming out from the ingredient closet from THE OTHER END OF THE ROOM.

Oh dear.

The moment Professor Slughorn releases them for break, Jannik races to the library to find out what is this feeling.

He’s too preoccupied that he accidentally crashes head first into Slytherin’s infamous prince, Holger.

Needless to say, Holger is not happy.

Holger

Swaggering down the hallways, Holger was feeling particularly bad-tempered today.

And this Ravenclaw nerd gave him reason to be particularly nasty.

Yes, Holger was there during the match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw where Carlos got knocked off his broom (but Carlos wasn’t paying attention let’s be honest here😂)

Yes, he blames Jannik for doing his job as a Keeper and looking stunning while doing it at the same time.

That’s how they got into a duel in the middle of the hallway. DURING LUNCH.

If anyone has learnt anything, you do not engage in duel, not with the Slytherin.

But what Holger doesn’t know is that Jannik is particularly skilled in defense.

Which is how Holger ends up with cat ears and Jannik ends up with red bushy fox tail.

Duel in hallway (Plus Carlos)

Back to the duel, Carlos finds out first and races out to try and stop it.

He ends up get hexed by the both of them, earning himself a very cute and fluffy pair of golden dog ears.

Needless to say, Professor Mcgonagall was fuming mad when she found out what the ruckus was going on.

She’ll figure out the punishment after they get themselves sorted by Mdm Pomfrey.

Sick Bay

The only noise apart from Mdm Pomfrey bustling around was Carlos’ yapping as he tries to diffuse the tension.

There is no tension being diffused as the fiery blonde and the cool ginger continues the staring contest.

Carlos has enough.

“LET’S BE FRIENDS.” He bursts out causing everyone including Mdm Pomfrey to stop what she was doing.

Holger thinks, “With this guy? No way.”

But Jannik stops to think, smiles softly and agrees in a heartbeat.

No brainer there, Holger quickly agrees too even if it means being stuck with that know-it-all.

So yes, if a student walks past Professor McGonagall’s room later that evening, they’ll see a pair of cat ears, dog ears and fox tail that are slowly starting to disappear thanks to Mdm Pomfrey’s magic.

The rest is history😁

Note: Thank you all for entertaining me! I shall now crawl back into my hole hehe😬

[kaeyx]

Vamp chuuya would flip out after getting intel that kitsune dazai planned on making you immortal that week because he finally gathered all the materials. He would turn you into a vampire in his panic, and only afterwards would realize that dazai tricked him. There were no materials to prepare, chuuya made you immortal without dazai needing to get help from anyone. And even better, you now lived by a very specific set of rules that dazai could take advantage of.

Chuuya keeps you (locked away-) safe in his castle for nearly a year if dazais constant pestering before they reach an agreement. Now the castle has a guard dog(fox) and a traditional japanese vacation home. Its a win for you too, now that you are dependent on blood you have two happy donors. I kinda imagine they wouldnt even let you drink someone elses blood.

Chuuya making you grind and cum on his thigh when you bite him. Leaving for work he gives you one last taste of blood while cumming inside you as a goodbye. 'Making sure your fangs are healthy' by feeling around your mouth with his fingers and groaning as you reflexively produce more saliva or twitch your tongue

Dazai making you give him your underwear before he lets you bite him. <-you were hungry and not allowed in chuuyas cellar. The underwear must be wet before you hand it over and you will be commando for the rest of the day.

Its a good thing if you become a vampire because at least you would be given the supernatural stamina to handle them both.

I've read this at least 10 times now and I just 🥴🥴🥴🥴 holy shit where do I even start

For Chuuya any chance he gets to have sex is also a chance to drink your blood or have you drink his. I imagine the way vampirism works is that you can't produce your own blood but still need it running through your veins so you can function. Chuuya would love leaving a warm load in you before he goes to work and come back after feeding, making you ride his thigh while you suck your share straight from his neck. Helps him feel like he's providing for you, and why would you have to leave if you have your meals delivered right to you? There's no downsides really.

I imagine kitsune blood tastes different, maybe even better than human blood. Might be the magic in it? Either way, it's like a craving you get sometimes and Dazai is delighted to help satisfy it. In exchange for something, of course. Pushing you against a wall and making out with you, rubbing you through your clothes until you're soaked through before he finally lets you feed on him. Loves to feel your warmth smeared over his thigh as you straddle him, fangs in his neck, grinding subtly against him because he got you too worked up. Might even stuff your underwear in your mouth and make you keep getting yourself off against his thigh, because he loves keeping them later as keepsakes. What could be better than a mix of your wetness and his blood, staining a pair of your underwear that he now gets to keep?

[wolfspurr]

Hey! Your writing is amazing!! Do you have any Sterek fic recs?

Thank you so much 💖! I have absolutely loads of recs - way more than I could possibly fit in one post - but here's a little selection of things that I've read or re-read recently for you. It's a mixture of genres, some are classics, others are newer, but I loved them all. In no particular order, here you go:

No Superman by WhoNatural - E, ~48k words

Scrubs AU. I've never seen Scrubs, but if this fic is anything to go by I probably should. This is one of those fics that I'll re-read every time I see it linked somewhere. If you're into medical dramas, this is a great one. A+

A Functioning Adult’s Field Guide to Enemies With Benefits by BisexualGoblin - E, ~31k words

A delicious case of enemies to lovers, with a boatload of misunderstandings and a hefty case of pining idiots. Love it.

The Importance of Turning Around Three Times Before Lying Down by Otter - M, ~31k words

I'm a sucker for fics where Stiles unwittingly ends up looking after a dog that is very much not a dog, but a Derek. This one is excellent.

Lock All The Doors Behind You by Entanglednow - M, ~25k words

There's just something about a fic where Derek is feral and Stiles is the only one he trusts to get near him. I think this is one of the very first Sterek fics I ever read, and it still hits just right.

A (Sort of) Fairytale by Briecheesie - M, ~25k words

Fox Stiles. It's a classic, and it's so good.

Introduction to Zero-Sum Anthropology by Apocryphal - T, ~19k words

Derek Hale deserves nice things. But he cannot simply accept them, so a war of gift-giving must be in order. So so cute.

this dance of days by Imprintofadream - M, ~28k words

We've got Firefighter Derek, we've got Deputy Stiles, we've got wildfires and a delicious bit of slow burn. These are all good things, and they add up to something pretty excellent. 10/10.

I'm Not Asking Questions, I'm Taking My Chances by Keldjinfae - E, ~80k words

Let's get a bit of fantasy going here! Stiles is the prince of a kingdom where supernatural entities are banished, Derek is a werewolf with a mission to complete. It's not a Merlin AU, but if you're into Merlin I'm pretty sure you'll love this (and I am very much into Merlin, so obviously I loved it too). The plot had me hooked, and once I started reading I could not stop. 100% recommend.

DILF by Twentysomething - E, ~30k words

I'm not always the biggest one for kid fic, but this one is excellent. Stiles is a kindergarten teacher, Derek is a single parent to his two nephews. There's slow burn and a wolf sanctuary, and some impromptu howling. And Derek is, indeed, a DILF.

The Lawn Ranger by Snowjob - M, ~47k words

High school AU. It's summer, Stiles is a jock with a broken arm and a crush, Derek is the werewolf who gets roped into mowing his lawn. All. Good. Things.

Where the Real Beasts Are by Kaistrex - E, ~109k words

Do I love Stiles as a prince? Yes. Yes I do. Long and plotty and excellent. There are evil Argents, there are direwolves, there's some wonderful slow burn. All things that we love.

Bogarted by HalfFizzbin - M, ~3k words

Hilarious. Just A+. Derek is hit by a film noir curse, and it's just as perfect as you would imagine.

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll - E, ~77k words

It's a classic, and I can't not rec it. Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they're held captive together. Read it. If you've already read it, heck, why not read it again?! I certainly will.

Wild Horses by ThePsychicClam - E, ~79k words

Ranch AU. Derek is a drifter that ends up at the Stilinski's failing ranch. I love this one. It has all the wonderful slow-burn UST goodness that I love, plus horses! 10/10 would recommend.

Can I rec my own fic? It feels kind of self-aggrandising, but I'm proud of it and I'm not above giving myself a little promo. I'll call it a bonus item and just leave it at the bottom here:

Way Down We Go by Wolfspurr - E, ~50k words

I wrote it! If you like stuff set around S3B, post-Nogitsune healing, and slow burn roadtrip fic, I hope you'll give this one a chance 💖

[go-to-the-mirror]

I bet on losing dogs I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place By the ring Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down I'll be there on their side I'm losing by their side

MARTIN Yeah, but if, if you're that connected, that dependent, what happens if we actually, y'know, do manage to— ARCHIVIST We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, I just need us to be moving on.

The price of a long due reckoning Laid in blood when the battle has done Old King Cole has paid the toll Of the crimes levied upon his soul The rebel blades have achieved their goal Laid in blood when the battle has done

Pip: We're doomed Flip: We're not. Pip: Are you sure?

There's been so little time to share We've always had our loads to bear I won't forget I won't leave you this time This time

MARTIN I refuse to accept that this— ARCHIVIST (Firm) Tough! The world doesn't care what you accept. It just... is! It just is.

It's getting late, Little Moon. Finish the song. It's not that late. You are my moon, Little Moon, and it's late enough. So climb down out of the tree. Is it safe? Safe enough. Are you dead as well?

MARTIN Yeah, yeah. Come on. We've got a job to do.

(“i bet on losing dogs” - mitski // “mag 181 - ignorance” // “laid in blood” - the mechanisms // “war of the foxes” - richard siken // “ragnarok v: end of the line” - the mechanisms // “mag 194 - parting” // “the worm king’s lullaby” - richard siken // “mag 181 - ignorance”)

[gotafewtricks]

Holy shit Hc's for a Kitsune!reader w kiriko? I think it'd be so funny and cute with how her spirit animal and reader might interact with each other 💀💀

Also hope you're having a good day!

(Might send a crap load of requests cause my brain can't stop coming up with things 😭)

★ O' fox spirit...

Hey !! I love getting requests, and if you're the same anon that requested Genji with a dog!reader, then I'll call you silly animal anon lmao :3 unless if you want to assign yourself w/ a name, that is!

With first impressions, Kiriko would've been pretty pumped about it all!

It wasn't an everyday occurrence that you'd see a yōkai out and about. If you are taking on a human form, then she'd know not to cross with you—not just because of your heritage, but because she knew wise you were! As she has practiced under many ceremonies relating towards the kitsune, she understood the nuances of those mythical creatures; how elegant, yet sly they were with their cunning attitudes.

Kiriko would be very understanding of many things, and would not go around and tell everyone that you were a kitsune—considering her most loyal companion is one, and there'd be no use in letting really anyone know about that without your permission—if you were secretive about it.

She'd love to know how you were doing, and would equally love the chance to strike up some small talk.

The girl would laugh at the silly interactions between you and her companion, always wondering what'll happen next.

Her fox friend would be very interested, I'm sure! I like to imagine that it doesn't appear very often, only in times of need (such as combat) then it'll be summoned. Or, around the comfort of Kiriko and her family. Not everyday you'll see a ghost, eh?

That's how she'd know that you were a kitsune; if you did not have anything outright screaming at her that you were one. If you didn't have the tail(s), ears, or a mask (though, she understood that people may wear them for just apparel), judging by the energy you give off—Kiriko would sense something. Also, it's terribly obvious if her kitsune is also reacting to it, as well.

If you were comfortable with turning into your animal form, she'd then lovingly sigh, as she's crouch down to level the height of the two foxes before her. She'd jokingly chide the two of you to behave; which you two do... sometimes. Causing mischief has never been more fun!

Kiriko would always respect you, and understand if you ever need your time and space. Spirits get busy, and she gets busy—so, it's only fair for her to try her best to ensure that you're okay.

She knows that you can take care of yourself; without needing anyone's help. Judging by your abilities and powers, you were older than the oldest businesses here in Japan that she could think of. If you needed help with anything whatsoever, specifically in reference to adjusting towards human life, she'd do her best!

If you were reluctant with interacting with others, she understands. Humanity is pretty terrifying at times; especially with the Hashimoto now clogging up the streets of Kanezaka. Kiriko would say that, even if those criminal organizations keep up piling on and on, if you were to try and persevere, and focus on the good you're doing now—it's worth it in the end. Even if you just make a few people smile, it's still worth it; even for those few people.

Kiriko would be all up for causing some fun-loving trouble, however, she will back out if things get too dicey. If you wanted to help her with the current yakuza problem, then sure! She'd hate to rope you into something that you may not want to get involved in, so she would want your ultimate consent.

Hanging out with her would be so fun! You're surprised by how she is able to think of so, so many things.

Having trouble with cleaning? She understands! Either that's helping you pick out the best shampoos for your fur, or brushing out and straightening it all—she's got you. Though, be careful about shedding everywhere...

Want to go win some costume contests for Halloween? You guys could go as, well, kitsunes together! Though, Kiriko may say that she'd rather go as something else; knowing she could excell in such a costume, the fox spirit, so she'll dress up as other things—witch, fortune teller, or cosplays from her favourite animes.

All in all, she would adore to have you—even if her hands were already full with her current fox, she's lucky to've been able to meet you.

[northwest-cryptid]

Wait a second... does Mabinogi's ecosystem even make logical sense?

Okay listen, I know that technically speaking "nothing dies in Erinn" but you and I both know that's a load of shit. Animals "knocked unconscious" literally drop meat. We see foxes hunting chickens, we see wolves hunting sheep. I understand that a lot of this violence is explained through the lore of Fomors and such. However that being said it doesn't make sense. If animals were just becoming aggressive why don't they attack anything else?

Now you could say that it's as simple as the fact that other things aren't around. If we're looking purely at Tir that much is true, there are only Chicken near the Foxes, there's only Sheep and Dogs near the Wolves. Though if we look at Dunbarton we see an array of wildlife from Wisps, Bears, and even Imps, to Chicken, Rats, Cows, and Foxes. Yet the food chain seems to be completely undisturbed by this. We don't see the Spiders hunting the Sheep, we don't see the Wolves hunting the Cows, we don't see anything fighting the Bears or vice versa. These animals may be aggressive due to plot reasons but I think that logic is faulty. I think they're pulling a fast one on us, because we can actually examine a very specific food chain in action here.

By that same token, if we do look at how Mabinogi's ecosystem actually works, does it make any sense? Sure on the surface it absolutely does. Foxes hunting Chickens? That's true to life, and we could say the same for Wolves and Sheep. That being said however, we need to consider an important aspect of any ecosystem; that being that there's an established balance.

Yes we do actually see the Chicken and Sheep and Dogs fighting back against their predators. However that only accounts for mainly the natural animal life. If we expand that to Wisps, Imps, Kobolds, Skeletons, Trolls, Ogres, and various other overworld life forms who venture up out of dungeons or even just live on the surface of Erinn. How are these populations kept in check? They don't have any natural predators... other than... no wait- it can't be.

Were we summoned here to keep balance?

No I'm serious, there are no natural predators for most of the life that could be considered a "monster" by conventional means. With even most of the more "monstrous" animal life having no real competition in the food chain. Bears, Snakes, Spiders, Coyotes, etc; they don't get attacked randomly. The only natural means of keeping them in check would be either a lack of food or their prey animals killing them off.

We have heard stories, and even see in some cases that the humanoid races of Erinn do fight these creatures. Whether venturing into dungeons or simply defending the overworld. We don't get to see this naturally happen, but we hear about it and see it in quests and during the main storyline. I feel like it's safe to say that people in this world do fight these creatures, BUT only defensively. In most if not all cases of this it's a defensive measure; the sole exception I can think of being during dungeon runs. There's no natural predator of these monsters. Nothing that outright aggressively hunts them for food or sustainable material reason. Which means when these populations aren't wildly out of control and these creatures aren't being pushed out of their natural habitat and fighting for space on the overworld; they're not having their numbers kept in balance.

Though, there's good reason for this, these people are mortals; not all of them are strong enough. Not all of them have a knack for picking up new skills, learning and improving quickly; becoming strong enough to reliably and efficiently fight these beings. The Milletian is actually renown for these traits, held in high regard for not just our combat prowess, but our ability to pick up new skills and techniques quickly; and master them seemingly overnight without much issue.

Were we in fact really brought here to simply uphold the balance? Taught to fight and kill so that we could become the natural predator of the monsters that roam the world? Were we conditioned by not only the gods, but the people of Erinn to become a natural part of the ecosystem in order to stop the rampant over population of monsters?! ARE WE NOTHING BUT PAWNS IN A LARGER SCHEME?! IS THE TRUE WAR BEING FOUGHT VIA ECOLOGICAL WARFARE?!

Sorry I got a little carried away there. Seriously though I think we were brought to Erinn to become an apex predator with no rival; only when we did too good of a job the gods realized we could surpass even them. This prompted Morrighan to need us dead because we became so good at what we do, we became a predator to the very thing that felt otherwise untouchable. This is why the gods continue to challenge us, some of them wish to hone our skills through the tribulations thrown our way; others wish us dead for the threat we now pose to them. There are those among them who believe we need to become stronger, to bring balance to the ecosystem of the gods; the predator at the very top of the food chain. Meanwhile there are those who fear what would happen if we attain that power; and we have shown numerous times to already have that power without needing to become a god to obtain it.

On even a more mundane scale, consider how we're basically conditioned by the people of Erinn to partake in the life skills. Everything from weaving to blacksmithing has us traveling into dangerous areas that surround us with these monsters. A lot of the materials we need are dropped directly by these monsters, we've been given an incentive to fight; to kill without regard for population numbers or ecological impact. We don't think of it as anything more than gathering the materials we need to craft- what exactly is it we're crafting again? Oh that's right... weapons, armor; tools meant to make us better at killing.

So what happens when a predator is out of control and can't be stopped? Well if we look at a simulated situation in which we have a natural ecosystem and introduce an apex predator with no superior in the food chain; we will find that eventually they will kill off every other living thing until going extinct themselves due to having no natural food source left. Of course the gods want us dead, we're an invasive species that grew far too quickly and is out of control; Morrighan specifically likely feels personally responsible. She loves human and thinks they're special, right; and it makes sense that she would bring us to Erinn to fight for them. The problem is, looking back at that simulation, we could easily observe a situation in which entire populations go extinct due to demand outpacing population growth. If more and more Milletians come through the soulstream and begin hunting the foxes, wolves, bears, and spiders for materials, experience, drops, etc. At what point does Tir lose it's natural life? At what point does the sheep, dog, and chicken population grow out of hand because we upset the ecosystem. Does the price of chicken and eggs drop due to the over production? Do we stop breeding sheep dogs to protect our herd since there are no longer wolves? Does this effect the grazing habits of the sheep who would grow in number to the point they could turn the grassy hills of Northern Tir Chonaill into barren dirt mounds? At what point does Tir become a failing town. Would they have to migrate south to Dunbarton? Would people lose their jobs? Would the economy be in shambles because of the changes in the ecosystem?

If we think about just how powerful the Milletian really is, even in the early game; we begin to see an interesting pattern. The biggest contribution to Mabinogi's ecosystem, the one thing keeping it in check; the one thing that ACTUALLY keeps the balance?

Boredom.

We can see a sort of bell curve in the interaction between specific animal and monster species and the Milletian as they go along their journey. Early on the Milletian may wipe out fields of foxes, wolves, and spiders; but once they become powerful enough to begin fighting Bears and Wisps most of the other lifeforms are safe; they're simply not worth it. The Milletian would likely find it boring or even pointless to expend the effort to fight a wolf or spider that isn't outright attacking them, again going back to acting on self defense rather than predatory hunting. This could be said about almost every creature that exists outside of the dungeons, but even specifically for those that exist almost exclusively within dungeons.

As we examine a power increase in the Milletian, pushing them higher up on the food chain; we also see that they ignore the life that falls too far below them. No longer concerned about the creatures who couldn't put a dent in their armor, or would only take a single blow from their weapon of choice. There comes a point when spending the energy, durability, ammo, or even just time; on fighting something becomes a cost that isn't worth whatever the Milletian would gain. It's why the Milletian seeks out bigger and tougher prey animals/monsters. It's why they inevitably will end up hunting the gods, and it's exactly why the gods want us dead.

[akajustmerry]

What's your opinion on Wes Anderson's movies and how he uses orientialism?

there are people far more more knowledgeable on this topic than me (here and here are articles on this written by Asian critics) so take anything i say about it with a grain of salt! I do love Moonrise Kingdom, Fantastic Mr Fox and the Life Aquatic because they inspired me loads as a writer growing up. I think that Wes Anderson has somewhat acknowledged the influence of South Asian cinema on his work, like when he dedicated Darjeeling Limited to Bengali director Satyajit Ray, BUT it doesn't really excuse his orientalism, racism and appropriation of various Asian aesthetics in films like Isle of Dogs, grand Budapest hotel, and The Life of Henry Sugar. It's clear he views non white cultures as merely another ingredient he can add to his films to make them more quirky. I haven't seen all his films, but I was uncomfortable at the way he framed characters of colour in gbh and the french dispatch. There's rarely, if ever, any real thought to the roles he casts people of colour in and they're mostly treated as accessories to white characters. That being said, I still admire his craft and think his films are strongest when he remembers how his stylising enhances story, rather than aestheticising for its own sake. I've even written an article about how much I hate people bastardising his style on TikTok because it's such a vain treatment of his work. But ultimately I do take issue with the racism and orientalism in his filmography, and think he serves as a reminder that being influenced by filmmakers of colour isn't a get out of racism free card and I think his films are strongest when they're just about sad sily white people.

[pkmnprofloblolly]

Hello, saw your post about fox pokemon. What exactly are eevee? Always grouped 'em in with fox pokemon. Are they atleast canine like?

that's more of a loaded question than you might think! for a very long time, where eevee rests on the mammalian family tree is the sort of thing you could ask 10 biologists and get 13 answers, and maybe a shouting match. eevee has wildly variable internal features that make placing it in a certain spot really difficult- i'm talking like minute differences in the shapes of bones that would usually be used to identify certain groups. you might think that with the discovery of dna we'd be able to definitively place it where it belongs, but eevee's genetic makeup is remarkably plastic (changeable) and unstable. there's even quite a bit of research looking into cancer prevention based on its genome because of that (the species isn't immune to cancer, but has a much lower incidence of it than you'd expect given its penchant for frequent mutation).

so, let's talk about some mammals! particularly, a large group called the carnivora.

(note that "carnivora" or "carnivoran" sound similar to but do not mean the same thing as "carnivore". carnivores are any animal that eats meat, while carnivorans (members of the carnivora) belong to a specific branch of the mammal family tree. most carnivorans are indeed carnivores, but not all.)

so, carnivora! almost every person that's proposed a place on the mammalian family tree for eevee has placed it in or near the carnivorans. it's a group that is made up of two smaller clades: the feliforma (the cat-like carnivorans) and the caniforma (the dog-like carnivorans). the feliforma includes groups like the cats, hyenas, and mongooses. the caniforma includes groups like the dogs, bears, weasels, and seals.

some examples of the feliforms on the left, and caniforms on the right. of the feliforms we have pyroar and meowstic (cats), mightyena (a hyena), and yungoos (a mongoose). of the caniforms we have houndour (a dog), buizel (an otter), sealeo (despite the name, it is a walrus), ursaring (a bear), and zorua (a fox). you hear that right, mightyena is closer to a cat than a dog, and yungoos is entirely unrelated from mustelids (ie weasels, otters, badgers) like buizel or furret.

for an example of what i mean with the thing about eevee's weird morphology defying classification- there's this bit of bone on either side of the bottom of the mammalian skull called the "tympanic bulla" (basically just "Ear Balloon", since it's a hollow chamber). caniforms have only one chamber in their ear balloons, and feliforms have two chambers. eevee has.. both, somehow. if you took 2 eevee skulls and looked at their tympanic bullae, you might find that one has one chamber and one has two. that's.. really weird, just so everybody knows. that sort of thing isn't something you see in basically anything but eevee, same goes for its wildly variable genome.

so, is eevee a caniform, a feliform, or something else? our best answer came in the form of three extremely well-preserved fossils from the johto region, dating back to about 44 MYA, just a few million years before the feliform and caniform branches actually separated.

three pokemon were found, exceptionally preserved- including soft tissues!-, all together. they'd been buried in a mudslide and fossilized right next to/on top of each other, the mineral content of the soil just right to discourage bacterial growth, allowing the soft tissues to stay intact and fossilize as-is.

the fossils were collected and CT scanned to see the bones within the mineralized soft tissues- each of the three individuals appeared to be the same species, with near-identical skeletons. none of the skeletons showed type characteristics (like lignin or metallic structure), making type hard to discern. but what we could tell from the bones is that these were animals just outside of the carnivora- closely related to the ancestors of all carnivorans. and excitingly, they bared a close resemblance to a few skeletal features found only in eevee.

despite the homogeneity of their bones, the fossilized pokemon's soft tissues differed- the fur, in color and pattern (the fossilized fur no longer retains its color, but by looking at microscopic pigment cells within preserved fur and feathers we can deduce color and pattern!) and certain organs- around the throat area, each individual had an elemental organ like many pokemon today use to fuel and store energy for their typed attacks. each of the three fossilized pokemon's throat organ was different in elemental specialization: one fire, one water, and one electric.

(reconstructions of the three pokemon in question. top electric, left fire, and right water.)

see where i'm going, here? it's unknown if the three individuals represent three different evolutions, or three differently typed forms (like oricorio) of a singular pokemon, and a pre-evolved form is not yet known, if it existed at all. but we can say with some confidence that these guys may well have been ancestors of eevee as we know it today, which places eevee within the non-carnivoran carnivoraforms- something that emerged before the feliforma and caniforma existed, with traits found in both and found in neither.

[rose-edith]

Hey Bestie love you xxxx also going to the carnival with Gibbs would include? I can see him winning you a big ass teddy bear 😄

Love you too. To make this seasonal- let’s set it as a Valentine’s date! Hope you like it.

A Valentine’s Date with Gibbs at a carnival would include:

•as much as the date is your idea, our handsome man is happy enough to spend time with you. And he’s low-key a little bit cocky about going to the carnival.

•plus, an evening spending little bits of money and having a lot of fun is very much more representative of the two of you as a couple- a fancy restaurant in best clothes isn’t your style. In comfy plaid shirt and comfy jeans and boots, Jethro is much happier. And so are you, who wouldn’t be happy at the carnival with the silver haired fox? Constantly holding hands? Able to snuggle up together at any moment? All sounded like heaven to you!

•he knows you’ll want to squeeze his hand on the teacups, because as much as you’ll giggle and laugh and be curled into his side, there’s still a part of you that doesn’t like it.

•he chuckles as he finds his way through the hall of mirrors easily, but you swear up a storm when you keep walking into the mirrors! You curse his beautiful blue eyes, and then end up smiling up into them when you finally make your way out of the maze of mirrors.

•to give Gibbs credit, he does buy you whatever food you want- whether it’s loaded fries, candy floss, a hot dog, toffee apple, whatever you want you can have. And he’ll have the same too…with a strong black coffee, of course!

•and then your competitive streak comes out. You know he’s a damn good shot- can’t be a sniper if you’re not! But you reckon you can give him a run for his money, and you tell him so with sparkling eyes. It’s the start of foreplay, and you both know you won’t make it all the way home tonight. (Though fortunately, you’re in the truck and there’s lots of dark, shady spots for you to pull over and unleash your passions.)

•so you arrive at the air rifle stall, the best of five shots. You go first, hit four. That’s all Gibbs needs, he practically swaggers as he picks up the rifle, and quick as a flash he takes down all five targets he needed to get, perfect shots every single time. And the baffled, amused stall holder passes Jethro an absolutely ginormous teddy bear!

•and that teddy bear goes straight into your arms. It’s part of your present, and you love it so much! Who doesn’t like a massive teddy bear that’s given to you by the love of your life? Frankly, it’s all feeing incredibly romantic.

•the teddy tucks into your side; it sits beside you when you’re watching the circus show, it’s the stretchy acrobats that gets your attention.

•however, you don’t get to stay to enjoy the whole show…as the contortionist bends, Jethro leans down and whispers in your ear the most delicious words you’ve ever heard…and suddenly you’re sprinting out of there, teddy being dragged along with you, as the rest of your evening gets started….