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seren1tyhaze · 10 months

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Sit Down!

PAIRING: idol!jaemin x afab reader (ft other neos)

WORD COUNT: 2.3K

SUMMARY: you think you're going to the Unity tour to see your favorite ilichils but get more than what you bargin for when you are seated in front of the dreamies with your lightstick covered in Jaemin stickers and Jaeminbun in your pocket

AUTHOR NOTE: It's been a long couple weeks in ncity and I started writing this before last night's collective breakdown during the live stream. This was based on some tweets going around of reactions from fans sitting in the same section as the dreamies. I hope this crack-ish fic brings some smiles to my fellow neos and know I'm hugging you all through the screen. Mark broke me and maybe one day I'll be okay but for now this is all I can offer <3 Love you all!

WARNINGS: explicit smut, idolverse, pet names, public sex

PLAYLIST: Sit Down! by NCT 127, Quiet Down by NCT Dream, 2 Baddies by NCT 127

(Don't tell me where to be) sit down! (I'll show you how to be) sit down!

The crowd is getting excited as the pre-show music starts blaring. It’s the third night of six shows and you can’t wait to see some of your favorite artists on the planet again. You had missed the night before because tickets were hard to get for the Saturday show but your friend had luckily managed to get pretty good seats in a section near the extended stage that looped around the dome stadium. She nudges you with her arm and wiggles her eyebrows at you as you nervously fidget with the charm hanging off your lightstick. Suddenly you hear an increase in the noise level behind you and you see your friend’s eyes widen as she glances behind you but quickly whips back around.

Pulling your brows together in a furrow, you turn fully, knocking the seat with your lightstick covered in a large Doyoung decal that you had haphazardly applied on the subway on the way over. Jaemin stickers are covering the handle with a large beaded chain with “NANA” looped around your wrist keeping it securely in your hand. What you’re met with when you turn is the face of a stern looking man, moving quickly past the seats in the row behind you followed by a broad man, equally tall but covered in a black hoodie and mask, only showing crescents of eyes. An even taller man is beside him followed by a shorter one in glasses and a plaid cap. You can barely register what is happening as the eyes of the fourth man narrow at you, black mask covering most of his features, as he slides out of his jacket and the woman next to him folds it neatly in her lap.

You almost fall over as you realize, Na Jaemin, your ult bias and object of every desire is standing behind you at the NCT 127 Unity Tour. Your mouth drops open behind your own mask, eyes blinking rapidly as he narrows his eyes at you, giving you a look up and down. He’s tall and his strong biceps are peeking out under the simple white t-shirt you’ve seen him wear hundreds of times through your phone screen.

You suddenly want the floor to open up and swallow you whole but all you can do is stare at him blinking, moving your hand up your arm to try to control your shiver. Your concert outfit was cute but still casual, definitely not what you had worn if you had known you would have been seated in front of four of the most beautiful men on the planet.

Your friend is tugging on your arm and all you can do is continue to stare until Jaemin lifts a finger to his masked lips and then gestures for you to face forward. You flush deeply, whipping back around so fast that your lightstick clacks against the seat again and you swear you hear Renjun snicker behind you. Your friend meets your gaze with wide eyes, shaking her head lightly as you both lift your phones to record the opening to the show.

Your phone won’t unlock and you’re stuck trying multiple times before yanking down your mask and entering your passcode in defeat, only to receive a sharp jab in your side from your friend who is now alerting you to your lock screen. Jaemin’s all too recognisable face is covering the entire screen, accented with hearts, stars, and small bunny emojis. Swiping it open isn’t any better as there’s more widgets with his face there. You pull your camera app open as fast as you can, ignoring what you think is a laugh from him behind you. You convince yourself he was just laughing at a face Haechan just made on the big screen on stage.

When you move to sit for one of the next songs, you feel you make eye contact with Jaemin once more just as your Jaeminbun doll slips from your pocket and before you can reach down to grab it, he’s thrusting it forward toward you. Lips are near your ear and you feel breath fan out across the skin as the lights dim and the lightsticks flash in red in unison.

“I told you to stay facing forward. Bad girl,” he all but grunts at you, pushing the plushie into your hoodie pocket before backing away, still keeping eye contact with you.

You gulp and blink, nodding lightly at him as if confirming his statement. He looks annoyed but there’s also an unreadable expression on his face. You’re surprised no one around you is paying attention to the interaction but if they are, they probably assume you’re someone’s family member or a part of the staff based on how much he’s speaking to you.

“When the staff comes to get you later, follow them. Let’s see if you know how to listen to directions. Now sit down,” he continues with an eye roll, fingering the Jaehyun photocard dangling near your arm, letting the tips of his fingers brush against your bare wrist before dropping his hands back in front of his crotch.

A clearing of Jisung’s throat from next to him draws both of your attention and you take the opportunity to turn back around, visibly shaken and hands trembling. Your throat is impossibly dry and you can barely even sing along to your favorite song as it fills the air around you.

As the venue staff starts clearing the sections one by one at the end of the concert, a shorter woman comes to you, quietly bowing and gesturing for you and your friend to follow her. She leads you through winding hallways and through countless doors before gesturing for you to follow a large, burly man and getting your friend settled in a small seating area with water and snacks. She offers a small smile, eyes wide in disbelief as she settles into the couch with her phone, undoubtedly texting her boyfriend about the turn of events.

The security guard opens a final door and there Jaemin sits, knees pulled up on a plush couch, distracted by something on his phone. You can faintly hear Haechan’s loud laugh down the hall and you freeze, realising you might have to face your fears of seeing the rest of NCT in person during whatever the hell this was that was currently happening. It had to be the longest dream - or nightmare - of your life, there was no other explanation.

“Oh, so you can listen,” he teases, standing and letting his phone drop to the cushion, pushing his feet back into his sneakers and crossing to close the distance between you. He takes your bag from you and in one swift motion has your cheek in one hand and the other in your long hair, flowing around your shoulders and lightly curled.

“What other things are you good at, my little Nana worshipper?” he chides, tongue darting out over his lower lip as he looks down at your face, gazing at you tenderly.

You can’t find your words, instead pressing up into his hold and pushing your lips across his, snaking a hand up to his neck to angle his face to meet yours in a comfortable position. You can feel him smile into the kiss and you would rather never listen to music again than fumble the bag at this moment.

His hand in your hair tightens and you melt into his hold, sliding your hand up the hem of his t-shirt to feel the hard muscles of his back. A small moan falls from your trembling lips in the brief moment he breaks the kiss, long eyelashes daintily fluttering open to gaze upon you again before diving back in hungrily. His lips float down your neck, teeth grazing over your now exposed collarbone as you back him towards the couch, pushing him to sit.

He lets out a small, surprised yelp but spreads his legs eagerly, playing with the waistband of his sweatpants as you sink to your knees in front of him.

“Give me another instruction and you can see how well I take direction,” you purr out, hands sliding up his clothed calves, pushing him open even further.

Fire is in Jaemin’s eyes as he brings a strong hand up to your throat, cocking your head up and to the side as if he’s sizing you up. You can’t quite read the expression on his face and try to ignore the sounds that occasionally float from down the hallway. You had heard things about people being brought backstage after shows but nothing could have prepared you for this particular situation.

“Make me feel good, baby,” he replies quietly but firmly and it’s the only thing you need to hear before you’re yanking at his waistband and peppering kisses along his hip bone.

He’s hard and flushed at tip, matching the surprising amount of blush covering the tops of his cheeks. You smile slightly at this, wondering if he’s embarrassed, shy, or just horny.

The grip on your throat tightens lightly and you sense his impatience, lowering yourself down to lick a long stripe up the vein under his cock. He groans, loudly, and you kiss sweetly at the head before hollowing your cheeks around his length, taking in over half of him all at once. His hand slides back to your neck, not pushing, but asserting his dominance there as he massages his fingertips on your scalp.

You sigh at the touch, bracing yourself on his thighs, wanting so desperately to slide your hands under his ass but not wanting to push the limits. He’s not making much noise, which surprises you, and you can’t help but wonder if that’s how he always is in bed or if it’s due to the dangerous situation of possibly being walked in on.

Without warning he’s spilling down your throat and lost in your thoughts you don’t have much time to prepare, gagging around him with warmth leaking from your lips. He shudders at the overstimulation, yanking you up by your hair and to his waiting mouth, licking across your lips and into your mouth, filthily swallowing his own cum.

You groan into his mouth as he pushes his fingers between your legs and into you quickly, finding your thin underwear soaked through. You’re hovering over his lap, knees digging into the couch as he licks into your mouth.

“Sit down, baby,” he murmurs, breaking the kiss with a smirk. Like being pulled by a magnet, you sink into his lap and further onto his fingers. You can’t help but grind down onto his hand, feeling his softening cock under you in his lap and making you flush. It doesn’t take long before pleasure is washing over you, digging your face into his neck as he strokes you through your orgasm. His other hand is in your hair still, gentle and soft while he is whispering in your ear words you never thought you would hear him say.

You pull back, trying to adjust your clothes quickly, knowing there’s no time for tender embraces in your last few moments. You search his eyes for any sense of urgency and are surprised when you see a blissful, mischievous look across his gorgeous features.

“Thank you…” is all you can manage, your voice squeaking out and throat still sore from his length. You know it sounds silly, thanking him for sex but nothing else seems right to say at this point.

He lets out a loud laugh, clutching his chest as he does so, sliding you off him and comfortably next to him on the couch, pulling his pants up.

“You won’t be thanking me in a few minutes…” he says, holding out his hand as he stands, gesturing for you to stand.

You accept his offered hand, rising to shaky legs and cocking a brow as you follow him down the hall where a dull hum of noise and music is still coming from.

“Doyoung hyung and Jaehyun hyung are very much looking forward to meeting this fan who came to their concert with Jaemin merch all over her lightstick,” he chuckles, lacing his fingers with yours as you walk.

Your eyes widen at his words and can’t find anything else to say as you round the corner, many pairs of familiar eyes boring into you as you bow your head, ashamed at your very presence.

“Well well well, so this is who made our Jaeminnie so distracted during our show,” Haechan smiles, popping a grape into his mouth. Mark smacks his arm and tugs him away from the group with an apologetic smile to you. There’s a couple laughs from other members nearby and all you can do is blush further.

A hooded figure from a nearby couch laughs low and you look over and realize it’s Jaehyun, a sleepy Doyoung’s head tilted to his shoulder. He shrugs off the dark haired man and stands, walking over to you as Jaemin hands your lightstick to him.

“Hmm not my favorite photocard,” Jaehyun sneers, pulling it out of the case and crumpling it in his hand.

Your mouth drops open in shock as he leans forward, brushing lips against your cheek and tasting the drying liquid missed in your hurried attempts to wipe your face. You see a demonic grin materalize on his face as he leans back, licking his lips menacingly. You swear you see him mouth the word “tasty” but can barely meet his gaze, Jaemin’s grip on your hand tightening.

“Down boy,” Jaemin mutters as Doyoung stirs on the couch, blinking heavily at the three of you before smirking.

“Let’s get out of here,” Doyoung sings out, suddenly sounding energetic and rising from the couch, reaching out for your hand.

“I’ve been told I’m really good at following instructions,” you manage to say with a shadow of confidence, Jaemin biting the inside of his cheek as you speak. Jaehyun just smiles, slinging an arm around Doyoung’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck sweetly.

You were in for a long night. --

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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congrats on 2k followers friend!!!! well deserved and well earned via talent and hard work 🎉

I've been having a lot of perv!Eddie thoughts, especially since I read your diner post... But I specifically can't stop thinking about Reader/you and your good friend Eddie falling asleep during a movie night. He wakes up before you and sees that you've been exposed in some way during your shifting in the night (shorts rode up to show ass/crotch, shirt showing off a tit, etc). and this little perv, he sees it and all he can think is must bite, must mark, must squeeze. And Eddie is not great at impulse control, as we know.

anyway, love your work and can't wait to see what amazing things you have in store for us with your big, beautiful brain!!

MYOOOOOO MY LOVE 💚

I hope I did your req justice xoxoxo

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), m! masturbation, perv!Eddie, somno if you squint

WC: 1.1k

Eddie’s movie nights with you always had a good rhythm: eat popcorn, watch something that anyone else would give you two shit for (this week’s pick was Grease 2 and was surprisingly Eddie’s choice), and stay up late catching each other up about the week. You two hadn’t had as much time to spend together since you went to college, leaving Eddie stuck at Hawkins High for his third go-around at senior year, but Saturday nights were your time together. And Eddie had you all to himself.

Well, kind of.

In order to actually have you all to himself, he’d need to stop acting like a goddamn pussy (Jeff’s words, not his) and ask you out. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about it, but whenever he got close, he’d chicken out. He’d always get lost in your eyes, or focus too hard on your lips, and his brain would practically short-circuit. Instead, he tries to convince himself that it’s better this way; that he’d rather have you as a friend than not at all.

He tries when you star in all of his wet dreams.

He tries when he takes a shower and pictures soap suds sliding over the curve of your breasts.

He tries when all the women in his Playboys or in the Pay-Per-View movies he watches start to pale in comparison to you.

And he’s trying really, really hard right now, when he wakes up to see the movie’s credits rolling, and you still sound asleep, with the strap of your tank top sliding down your shoulder, leaving your chest exposed.

The morally sound thing to do would be to wake you up, or at least attempt to pull your strap back in place. Just bring it to where it should be; let his finger graze over your soft, warm skin. He can’t help but wonder what else is soft and warm.

“Shit,” he murmurs, wincing as his erection becomes all-too prominent under his gray sweatpants. He can’t risk you waking up and seeing him sporting a hard-on, especially once you realize that he got that way from your wardrobe malfunction.

He starts to get up to go to the bathroom to relieve himself, all-too grateful that Wayne is at work, but you shift in your sleep and rest your legs on top of his thighs. A tiny content sigh slips from your lips, and that’s all Eddie needs to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

The way his hand snakes into his plaid boxer shorts is almost instinctual. All he can think about is running his tongue over your nipples until they peak, grabbing the plush of your thighs as he pulls you closer to his lap, feeling your growing wetness as you grind against him. Begging for him to make you feel good.

Eddie uses the beading pre-cum at his tip to lubricate his stiff cock, feebly trying to get himself off without waking you. He watches carefully as your legs gently rock back and forth with each slight buck of his hips. Jesus, what he would give to have those legs resting on his shoulders while he disappears inside you, inch by inch…

“Eds?” you whisper, voice still groggy with sleep. “Was’ going on?”

He freezes on the spot, hand still on his dick. “N-Nothin’. Just, um, tryin’ to find the remote.”

“But you were saying my name,” you frown, turning over to better face him. It’s then that you see your exposed breast, making you giggle. “Were you trying to wake me up so I’d fix my shirt?”

Eddie flushes pink, unsure how to proceed. Does he pretend like he didn’t even notice? But how could he not; you’re right there. Does he flat-out lie and say that he was trying to get you to adjust your top? He certainly wasn’t going to tell you the truth–that he did, in fact, see your tits and he was, in fact, jerking off to them.

“I, um, no–didn’t see–”

“Too busy flogging your log to realize that my tits were out?” His gaze drops to where yours is–the crotch of his pants, where his fingers remain wrapped around his length. “Don’t be embarrassed,” you coo, pushing yourself up and sucking a bruise into his neck. “If I didn’t want you to see them, I would’ve worn a bra.” You climb onto his lap, taking his hand out of his own pants and bringing it down yours. His middle finger presses against your clit, and you release a moan of pleasure. “Touch me, Eddie. Feel how wet I am for you already.”

So wet, he thinks. Almost too wet…

Fuck.

Eddie wakes with a startle, groaning as he feels the mess pooling in his boxers. He’s going to have to start chugging coffee to stay awake during movie nights if he can’t keep himself under control.

He sits up, rubbing his eyes, but he can’t find you. Maybe you left. Oh, God, what if you woke up before him, saw him have a wet dream, and got so freaked out that you just bolted? How would he face you again?

“Oh, shit, you’re up,” you say from the bathroom doorway. There’s a guilty look on your face that Eddie just can’t place. “I guess we fell asleep.”

“Y-Yeah,” Eddie stammers, throwing a blanket over his lower half and forcing a laugh. “We’ll have to watch Michelle Pfeiffer dance around another time.”

“Is that what got you all worked up?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. “Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything…nothing wrong with a celebrity crush. Everyone, um, everyone has one,” you finish lamely.

Eddie clears his throat. “Who’s yours?”

“My celebrity crush?”

“Mhm.”

Now it’s your turn to feel a wave of embarrassment crash over you. And maybe it’s because you’re still kind of tired, and maybe it’s because he really was moaning your name in his sleep, but you say, “Just this local rockstar. You might have heard of him; he’s the lead singer and guitarist of a band called Corroded Coffin?”

Eddie swallows thickly, processing your confession. “You have a crush on me?” There’s no way; this must be another dream. He pinches the inside of his arm and feels a small sting of pain. No, this is real.

You nod. “Is…is that okay?” You look up at him through wide, wondering eyes.

“Fuck yeah, it’s okay. More than okay. I’ve wanted you since…forever, Sweetheart.”

You offer a sly smile as you take away the blanket to straddle his waist. You point to the wet spot on his crotch. “Think you can get it up again? For me?”

“For you? Of course.”

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sopebubbles · 10 months

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Hobi's babies

Pairing: bulletproof heart!hoseok x seokjin x reader

Wc: 10k

Warnings: threesome, oral sex: male and female receiving, vaginal sex, lots of dirty talk and pet names. I'm probably forgetting some things bc its been a while and i dont have time to reread this bitch, but nothing crazy.

Happy Thankstaking everyone!

A/n: So i sat down to write last night and instead just cried bc im too tired. But i didn't want to get your hopes up for nothing, so i went into the vault for this unreleased piece of filth. This one is for those of you who have stuck around since Bulletproof Heart. But if you didn't read that series, I think you can still enjoy this bit of debauchery.

❣️

Hoseok sucks harder on Yn's neck, relishing in the little moan that he pulls from her lips when he does so. He'd been too overwhelmed by the scent and the heat of her to behave while they watched a movie--now long forgotten--in her bed on Saturday afternoon. Yn’s nails drag down the skin of his back under his shirt. He's warm, too, as his body pushes down on hers. Heavy breaths from his mouth wash over her skin as he continues kissing her neck, traveling slowly down to her collarbone. Her lips find his shoulder where his oversized t-shirt has left his skin exposed. Hoseok grinds his hips down between her legs, letting her feel the distinct bulge in his pants over her covered core, which she knows is already sopping wet.

This has been getting worse recently. Not just with Yn and Hoseok either, but with Seokjin, too. It's been harder for them to keep their hands off each other. And harder to stop. That's why Yn made a doctor's appointment last week to get birth control without telling her mom what it was about. Because she didn't know how much longer she could resist both Jung Hoseok AND Kim Seokjin. Not that either were pressuring her, not purposely. But with two beautiful, sweet boyfriends, who would want to resist? It's certainly proving difficult right now, with her legs wrapped around Hobi's hips.

His hands find their way under her shirt—well, it's actually Jin's shirt that she's had for months. His fingers brush against her skin as he pushes the fabric up. Hobi pulls back so he can move down to kiss her tummy, his hands holding firmly to her ribcage as he covers her skin in kisses. When his lips press just below her breast, he knows he has to stop. He sits back on his heels, bringing his hands to rest on her bare thighs.

"This is getting harder," he tells her, heavy breaths raising his chest.

"Something sure is," she smirks, eyes glancing down to the tent in his sweatpants. He rolls his eyes and delivers a slap on her thigh as he sighs.

"I guess maybe we should talk about this."

"Talk about what?" She asks even though she already knows. As she sits up, her shirt falls back down to her hips, and Hobi frowns as she moves mere inches away, even as his hands remain on her legs. He waits until they're both settled and comfortable before he replies.

"We told Jin that no sex would happen until we're comfortable, so I think we should talk about it. Honestly, it's all I can think about these days, but I don't want to pressure you."

Yn touches her hand to his cheek. "Hobi, I don't feel pressured. I feel the same way, actually. And I'm ready. I want my first time to be with you. But…"

"Jin."

Yn sighs. She doesn't want Hobi to feel like he's not enough, but she knows they can't forget about Jin either. "I don't want Jin to feel left out, at least not from the conversation. Maybe he's not ready yet. And if he's not, I don't think he'd make us hold back, but we need to know either way. And if he is ready…" Yn looks away to the floor beside her bed, but Hobi takes the hand on his cheek as she begins to fall away and places a kiss in her palm.

"It's not how I imagined my first time, but I love both of you, and it would be amazing if we all had our first time together."

"Let's see if he's back from visiting his grandma then," Yn smiles and reaches for her phone. The two go back to watching the movie they had abandoned after Jin says he'll be home soon.

Jin smiles fondly when Yn opens her front door wearing his shirt, which is big enough to almost completely cover the pajama shorts she's wearing underneath.

"I like your shirt," he chuckles as he enters.

"Thanks. It's my favorite. A very sweet boy gave it to me once when I was sad," Yn recounts after she’s closed the door. Jin wraps his arm around the small of her back and pulls her close. His other hand cups her cheek and strokes it gently with his thumb.

"He must like you very much," Jin whispers, "to give you his favorite shirt."

"I never knew–" he cuts off her words with a kiss, somehow gentle and passionate, leaving her breathless when he releases her.

"Hobi's here?" Jin wonders, to which Yn only hums and takes him down the hall to her bedroom. "Hey babe," he greets the younger boy with another soft kiss on the lips as he joins him on Yn's queen sized bed.

Meanwhile, Yn sets about turning on various lights around her room to illuminate the space that had grown dark as she and Hobi lazed about all afternoon. Finally she comes to sit on the bed with them, a nervous smile stretching her lips as she completes their triangle, all three of them facing in toward each other. Jin rests his hand on Hobi's thigh while his other hand reaches for Yn's.

"You wanted to talk about something. Is everything okay?" Jin looks between the two of them. They both feel anxious but excited. Neither feels uncomfortable, having grown accustomed to Jin's need to talk things out but also always feeling calmer in each other's presence.

"Everything is great. Wonderful, actually. We just wanted to discuss something… important." Hoseok looks at Yn for a way to continue, finding the words difficult to locate. It's not any easier for her, so she chooses the most obvious ones, pushing them out in a rush.

"Hope and I had a talk earlier, and we think we're ready to have sex."

"Damn, babygirl. That was very to the point," Hobi laughs.

"And we wanted to know what your feelings were on that subject…at this time," she stutters, losing her confidence with Hobi's reaction.

Jin's eyes are wide as dinner plates. When they'd messaged to say they wanted to talk, he wasn't sure what he could expect. Of course, he considered the obvious negative possibility, but he didn't think it was likely. He hadn't even thought of this. Not that he hadn't thought of it lately. He was struggling to keep his hands off his boyfriend and girlfriend just as much as they were. It would be difficult for any hormone-fueled eighteen-year-old boy to hold back from being intimate with their significant other, and he had two that he not only loved very much, but who were also insanely attractive. Jin cleared his throat before he opened his mouth to utter a simple, "Oh."

"Of course, if you're not ready, that's totally understandable." Hobi places his hand reassuringly over the other boy's and gives him a gentle smile.

"Yeah, Jinnie, whatever you want, we'll completely respect that," Yn adds.

Jin's eyes soften, and a new smile spreads across his face. It's amused and enamored. He takes his hands out from both of theirs, and for a moment, their hearts race with panic. He turns first to Hobi to grab his head and give him a firm kiss before he releases him to do the same to Yn.

"I love you two so much," Jin sighs happily. "And I'm glad you brought it up because I don't know how much longer I could carry on like we were. I'm ready, too. Especially if it's with you."

All three of their faces are transformed by bright smiles expressing both joy and relief. Yn can't help leaning forward to throw her arms around both their necks, and neither fails to respond by nuzzling into her neck.

"Wait. Hold on," Jin interrupts their warm embrace and pulls away, allowing Hobi to pull Yn into his lap. "Don't pout," Jin teases when he sees the frown on her lips. "I just want to know what we're talking about right now. Are we talking about all three of us? You two? Me and Yn? Me and Hobi?" Jin is clearly starting to get into his head about it as his eyes drift away from his partners. Yn and Hobi smile at each other as they watch him become flustered over the permutations.

"We were thinking we would like us all to have our first time together," Hobi admits.

Jin's mouth hangs open, midway through a thought. "Cool. Yeah. Sure. A threesome for my first time. Cool."

Yn clamors from Hobi's lap into Jin's to take his face in her hands, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "Jinnie, it doesn't have to be. If you're not okay with that, it doesn't have to be. You know we won't pressure you or do anything you're uncomfortable with."

Jin's broad shoulders relax under her gaze and her softly spoken words, and he smiles again.

"I'm never uncomfortable with you, heart." He leans forward to give her a peck on the lips and then looks at Hobi, who's watching them lovingly. "Of course all three of us should be together. I wouldn't want it any other way."

"You're sure?" Hobi asks, weaving a hand into Jin's soft hair.

"Of you two? I'm very sure," he replies, pulling Yn tight. Then his head snaps up with an idea. "Wait Yn, what about you? We should talk about birth control and-"

Yn stops his wheels spinning once again, this time with her hand to his mouth.

"I've taken care of it. I've been on the pill since last week."

"That means we could, hypothetically… today…"

"Get over here, babyboy," Hobi interjects, aggressively pulling Jin's face to meet his own in a rough kiss.

Yn slowly backs out of Jin's space, enjoying the sight of her two boys kissing, as she always has. She leans back into her pillow to take in the view, fingers rubbing her mound firmly over her shorts.

"Fuck, I really like that," Jin admits when Hobi releases him, fingers still locked into his hair.

"Feels good to be Hobi's baby, doesn't it?" Yn muses, to which Jin hums.

"What do you think you're doing all the way over there, babygirl?" Hobi asks, coming toward her with devious intent in his eyes.

"Waiting for you, daddy," she replies, loving the flash in his eyes and the teeth-baring grin, not to mention the low growl from his chest, at the use of that name. Once again, Jin is left staring in surprise as Hobi devours her mouth until the younger boy holds out his hand to him, inviting him to join.

"Come on, babyboy," Hobi smirks, and leads Jin's hand to Yn's bare leg when he gives it. Jin comes up onto his knees, following his hand up her body until his eyes look into hers once again.

"Tell us if you want us to stop," he says in a voice just above a whisper.

"I don't want you to stop," she assures him before she pulls him in to join Hobi in kissing her neck.

Jin's hand reaches the apex of her thigh and cautiously slips under the fabric of her shorts, fingers wrapping around her to give her a squeeze. Her legs fall open when he does so, and without thinking he lets his hand travel over her clothed pussy, causing her to breathe in sharply from surprise before her hips lift, just slightly, to meet his palm.

"You really want us, don't you, babygirl?" Hobi asks with his lips against the shell of her ear.

"Yes," she hisses in response when Jin finds the sweet spot on her neck. It's still tender from Hoseok paying extra attention to it earlier. That boy's teeth are now nipping at her ear lobe instead, causing her back to arch away from the bed as his hand glides over her stomach, stopping hesitantly just under her breast. She can sense how he's holding back before entering that uncharted territory. She's not wearing a bra and he's never felt her like that before, but she wants him to, wants to feel his large hands on every inch of her.

"Hobi, please. Please, touch me," she begs breathily.

"Fuck," Hoseok sighs into her neck at the sound of her whining. He'd give her anything if she begged like that.

In a second his hand cups her breast, gently pressing the supple flesh with his fingers. His thumb grazes over her nipple, dragging the most beautiful moan from her lips that travels straight from his ears to the growing bulge in his pants. Jin's hand, which has still been rubbing gently over her panties, follows his curiosity up to her chest. Finding her softness beneath his shirt, he gently pinches and rolls her peaked nipple between his fingers, making her squirm with pleasure. The two boys pull away to share a mischievous grin.

"Sit up, princess," Jin instructs thoughtlessly, the other two smirking at the new and unexpected pet name. "What?" Jin shrugs. "That's how I intend to treat you."

Yns smile grows as she follows his orders and when the two boys grip the hem of her shirt she raises her arms to allow them to strip it off her body. Instinctively, she pulls her arms back in to cover herself. Hoseok tsks.

"Don't hide from us, beautiful. You'll make us sad," Jin coos, pulling her wrist gently away and placing her hand on the back of his head. "We want you, too."

His mouth meets her skin once again, placing kisses of appreciation all over her chest before honing in on his original target. Yn's fingers slip into to Hoseok's hair as well, just as she whispers the other boy's name when his teeth capture her nipple, and he realizes he's been staring at her face this whole time, utterly awestruck that he's found himself in this situation with someone he loves so entirely. Still his eyes don't leave hers as he lowers his head to find her other peak with his tongue, not until her eyes slip closed in ecstasy. The boys smile slightly at each other as they listen to her moans. Their hands meet over her navel, fingers searching one another's skin for contact as they give her pleasure.

Yn can feel the jolts of electricity shooting straight to her core with each lick and kiss, only making her want them more, wishing they'd find their way to where she needs them most. But she doesn't want to be greedy or to rush. She wants to make them feel good as well, yet when her hands find their hips, touch their skin, both jump up in shock. Yn pouts.

"Angel," Hobi starts without knowing how to finish. Jin stutters. Yn pouts harder.

"It's not fair. You get to touch me and see me. What do I get?"

The boys look at each other before looking back at her and both slowly remove their shirts so they're all equal. She should be prepared for Hoseok's physique at least. She's seen him without a shirt before, at the pool and on other occasions. But it's been a little while and he hasn't been dancing so much, so she didn't expect to find such a well defined stomach on him. She can't seem to stop her fingers from gliding over his smooth brown skin, taught over the muscles of his abdomen. She sits up and leans forward in order to plant soft kisses all over his chest.

She's not the only one admiring him though. The boys look each other up and down, drinking each other in. And while Yn's mouth explores Hobi, theirs meet in a lustful, excited kiss. Jin's fingers in the other's hair pull him desperately closer, pushing his warm, soft tummy against her in the process. Finding herself unintentionally caught between them--a position she has come to find she loves-- Yn simply giggles and turns her kisses to the skin of the other boy. Her hands skim the waistband of each boy's pants. Both boys freeze once again as she palms the growing bulges inside of them.

Acting in unison as always, as if through telepathy, they swiftly take her hands and push her back down onto the bed, holding her hands hostage above her head. Jin's lips capture her own in a rough kiss, while Hobi's slowly work their way down her side, from her breast, over each rib and down to her own waistline. His fingers hook around the elastic and then he pauses. After a second yn tears herself away from Jin to look into Hobi's eyes. Reading the unasked question there, she nods confidently. She wants nothing remaining in between them, no barriers. She already knows she belongs fully to both of them, and she feels fearless in that conviction. Jin distracts her once more with his plush lips against her jaw as she lifts her hips off the bed, allowing Hoseok to pull her shorts away and her panties with them. Now fully exposed, the air seems colder around her, causing her legs to close involuntarily and goosebumps to raise on her skin.

"It's okay, babygirl. I'll take care of you," Hoseok promises, lips brushing the skin of her inner thigh as he spreads her legs apart. He sighs at the sight of her, wet and plump already from hours of anticipation. "Jinnie, baby, she's so beautiful," he coos. "So perfect."

Jin wants to see for himself, wants to take in all her perfection, too. But it's hard to tear himself away from her kisses. Hobi takes one of his hands from Yn's breast to coax him.

"C’mon, babyboy," he urges. "I want you to see before I ruin her."

Jin pulls away and she misses him already, but he still has one hand gently massaging her breast so he hasn't left her completely. As he moves down to her lower half he pushes her leg to the side so he can see her.

"He's right, princess. You are so pretty. So perfect for us." Jin murmurs as he strokes her thigh, not daring to touch her yet. Yn feels her cheeks heat and redden at their praise, but neither notice as their eyes fixate on the essence coating her slit. "She looks so sweet, daddy."

Hobi hums as his fingers graze her skin, swollen with arousal, and she shudders at his touch. The kisses he leaves on her move closer and closer to her core. His eyes look to the side, to Jin. "You want to taste her?"

Jin only nods as he watches the other boy. Tentatively, Hobi licks his tongue over her outer lips, breaking the seal at her entrance and they see her open up a little, enough to see how wet she truly is. Her moan is music to Hobi’s ears and all the encouragement he needs to have another try. This time he gets closer, sure to collect some of her juice with his tongue, getting his first real taste of her. He hums and takes another, licking from her hole to her clit. He turns his head to his partner and grabs Jin by the chin, pulling the boy's him and pushing his tongue into his mouth to let him taste her. Their sloppy kiss parts with both smiling, and Hobi guides his elder's mouth to Yn's heat. Jin fights off the voice telling him he has no idea what he's doing and takes a lick of her folds before closing his mouth on her clit and sucking gently. Yn's hips lift, begging for more while Hobi watches, lower lip tortured between his teeth as one hand strokes Yn's thigh and the other Jin's head.

"You're doing so great," he praises both of them, although he has very little idea himself. There's simply a sense of joy filling him up as he watches his two lovers.

"Our girl is amazing," Jin agrees as he pulls away, his lips wet with her, and allows Hobi to take his place again. Hoseok probes his tongue around her dripping hole as Jin works his way back up to look at her face. "You're so good, sweetheart. Did I make you feel good?" He asks, in need of reassurance.

Yn smiles widely at him, her eyes heavily lidded already from the pleasure he and now Hoseok have given her. She grips his neck and pulls him in to kiss her, tasting herself all over his mouth, but she doesn't mind. She simply wants more of him, more of everything and everyone. Hobi’s tongue finds her clit as her hand searches for Jin's waistband. He gasps when her fingers find his hardened length.

"Please don't pull away from me again," she begs in a whisper, eyes locking. "I want you, Jinnie. Unless you don't-"

A smile twitches at his lips. "No. It's okay," he assures her. "I'm nervous, but I want you, too."

"I'll be gentle," she promises as she slowly pulls down his pants to liberate his cock. Hobi's mouth never leaves her, but he watches on with curiosity and anticipation as Jin's thick, hard cock is released. Yn looks down at him breathlessly before she takes him in her hand again, delicate fingers barely managing to wrap nervously around his shaft. She knows she'll be destroyed by him later, but it excited her more than it scares her. Hobi pulls back from Yn's core to run his finger along her folds.

"Bet we'll have to stretch her out nice and good before she's ready for you, babyboy," Hoseok grins, but Jin hardly hears him as Yn strokes his length slowly with her soft hands. Hobi massages his fingertip over her wet entrance before pushing slowly in and hearing her take a sharp breath. He pauses inside of her.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks, eyes softened. Yn merely shakes her head, the slight discomfort not worth stopping for weighed against the pleasure of having him inside of her at last.

Jin cups her cheek in his hand. "Tell us if it hurts, love."

"I'm fine. Please don't stop," she pleads, smiling softly up at him, but Hobi doesn't move again until he receives a nod from the other boy. He bends his finger experimentally inside of her, feeling her walls tighten around him and the soft spot just beyond her entrance.

"So fucking tight and warm, babygirl," Hobi hums as he removes his finger from her, spreading her arousal all over and gently rubbing her clit. "We'll have to take our time with her, Jinnie."

"That's okay. I've got all the time in the world for our princess," Jin tells him in a shaky voice, struggling to concentrate with Yns continued ministrations.

"Do you want to try something, babygirl?" Hobi asks quietly.

"What?" Yn responds without her eyes straying from Jin's.

"Suck Seokjinnie's dick, baby," Hobi suggests, much to Jin's surprise.

"N-no, you don't have to do that, sweet girl," Jin stutters. But Yn looks at him gleefully.

"I would love to, Jin. Please let me."

"Please let her, Jin. I wanna see how pretty she looks with your cock in her mouth," Hobi encourages as he continues to tease her clit.

"Only if you're sure, Yn," Jin stalls, but she is already grabbing at his hips to pull him closer. He manages to rid himself of his clothes completely before he scoots closer to her on his knees, as close as he can get to her. He takes his hard cock in his hand and strokes himself several times before he slowly guides the tip to her mouth. She leans in to meet his head with a soft kiss, her hand touching his gently as she reaches to take control. As he lets go, she sticks out her tongue to swirl around his smooth head, getting a taste of his precum when she licks him. She looks up at him with large doe eyes, seeking his approval and finding him already coming undone, with his eyes nearly closed as he looks down on her and his mouth hanging open. His hands rest on his hips, unconsciously pushing slightly forward to give her more.

"Take his head in your mouth, babygirl. You can do it," Hoseok instructs, watching from below. His middle finger plays at her hole again, coating the tip in arousal. "Use lots of saliva, baby."

Yn does as she is told, closing her lips around Jin's girth. She sucks gently, gathering spit in her mouth, and it draws a choppy sigh from him.

"I'm sure she's so good," Hobi muses with a kiss on her leg as he pushes his finger into her again and she moans on the other boy's cock. "Let me see that spit, baby." Yn pulls off to let him see the strings of saliva connecting her to Jin. "Fuck, you're doing great, angel. Spread it around with your hand and stroke his cock. Jinnie is such a good boy, too. I want you to make sure he feels as good as you feel. Can you do that, baby?" Hobi asks, curling his finger inside of her.

"Yes, sir," she moans, sending a chill down Hoseok's spine. She takes Jin in again, deeper this time and begins to bob up and down, lathering his shaft with spit from her tongue and stroking the rest of his long cock with her hand. Once all his shyness has left him, Jin's fingers find their way into her hair, pushing it back away from her face.

"Jinnie, if she's doing well you should tell her."

"Mm. You're doing… so well… princess," he manages to get out through his haze, but he means it completely. Nothing has ever made him feel so good, and the image of Yn below him, her wide eyes leaking tears as she takes him into her throat, the saliva gathering around her lips, makes it difficult to comprehend anything else. She's so beautiful in this lewd act, one he'd never dare to imagine with her, but Hoseok is talking to him and he knows he should listen.

"Do you think she deserves another finger, babyboy?"

"Mmm, yes," Jin groans. "Have to stretch her pretty pussy so she can take me."

Hobi grins, surprised by his frank dirty talk. "You wanna fuck our little princess?" Hobi spits into his hand and pushes in another finger. It's a very tight fit, even for his slender fingers, but yn opens her legs wider for him, eager for more as he stretches her.

"Yes. She looks so pretty with my cock in her mouth, just think how pretty she'll look when I fuck her." Jin drags his fingertips along her hairline, admiring her face, and takes hold of her jaw, fucking into her a little deeper. Yn can only try to relax and take what she's given as she continues to look into his eyes, transfixed by his words.

"I'm sure you're right, but I want to have her first," Hoseok announces. "Is that okay, baby?"

"Whatever you want, daddy," Jin agrees, reaching out for Hobi with the same hand to brush his hair out of his face.

"And my other baby?"

Yns mouth releases Jin with a pop, and she pants, her lungs burning for oxygen but she doesn't mind at all. She looks into his eyes while she answers but her hand still strokes Jin lazily. "Whatever you want, daddy. I'm yours. Completely."

"That's my good girl," Hobi grins. "But first, babygirl, you'll have to take more fingers, and you're going to have to cum for us. You can do that, can't you?"

"I think so," she answers hesitantly.

"I'm sure you can, angel," he murmurs supportively as he lowers his mouth to kiss above her clit.

"Jinnie, there's something I want," she whispers.

Jin leans his face closer to hers and kisses her red lips. "Anything you want, princess."

Pressing her lips to his ear she whispers again. Jin smirks back, pleased with her request, and leaves her with one last lingering kiss before he gets off the bed. Hoseok is lying half way on his side, his hips pushed up on one side by his bent knee to accommodate his erection. Jin comes to sit on top of him, straddling the leg that lays out straight behind Hoseok. He slides his hands over his skin from his lower back up toward Hobi's shoulders, massaging gently as he goes. Pressing his chest onto the other boy's back, Jin latches onto his neck with his mouth, knowing exactly where Hobi's most sensitive spot is. The smaller boy moans onto Yn, adding an extra layer of pleasure.

"We're lucky, you know?" Jin whispers in Hobi's ear as his hand snakes around to his chest, rubbing his nipple gently.

Hoseok's mouth falls open to ask, "why's that?" in a breathless tone before his tongue returns to Yn, his two fingers never ceasing their movement inside of her.

"Because Ynie is so beautiful and sweet. And she loves us so much."

"Yes," Hobi breathes as one of Jin's hands travels down over his abs, his teeth pulling at Hobi's ear. The large hand slips down between his warm skin and the elastic of his boxers, finding purchase on the boy's hard cock.

"And she wants us to feel good."

Hobi whines, feeling undone by the unexpected contact. "Is that what she whispered in your ear?"

"Something like that," Jin responds.

"Jinnie," Yn whines, both from the pleasure Hobi is still giving her and from how long Jin is taking to complete her request. Jin's mouth travels down Hobi's back leaving a trail of sloppy kisses as his fingers curl into Hobi's waistband.

"What are you doing?" He wonders.

"My lady wishes us all to be equals," Jin responds as he slowly removes the younger boy's clothing.

"Is that so?" Hobi looks back up at the girl's face above him. She looks back at him through cloudy eyes.

"Mhm. She wanted to see what she has to look forward to. And she wanted me to pleasure you, too," Jin tells him as he takes a firm hold of his partner's long, veiny cock once again. "Can I make you feel good, too, daddy?" He whispers to Hobi as he kisses his cheek.

Hobi loses himself in the ecstacy of the boy's touch. Not just the hand on his hard, throbbing member, but also Jin's chest pressed against his back and the cock rubbing gently against his ass as Jin moves his hips subtly. He forgets entirely about Yn's clit, but it's only a moment's interruption, as Jin's tongue is there to take his place. He can't say how long the moment lasts--minutes or hours--before a small voice breaks through the haze.

"Daddy?" Yn calls gently, half sorry for asking for his attention at all when she was enjoying the euphoric expression that graced his features. Hobi clears his throat and looks back up at her, the doe-eyed expression on her face calling him back to her.

"Yes, angel?"

"I want another finger."

He finds the meekness with which she asks endlessly endearing, and he's happy to oblige. "Of course. Jinnie?"

"Hmm?" He responds, opening his eyes again after devoting himself so entirely to his tasks.

"I want those pretty lips around my cock while I make Ynie cum," Hoseok commands, regaining his composure and his sense of control. Jin merely smiles in response and repositions himself to do as he's told, but not before he's pulled into a rough kiss. Hobi pulls his fingers out of Yn's pussy and puts them into his mouth, licking the essence of his fingers and replacing it with his spit. She takes his three fingers with a groan, fingers fisting around the sheets beneath her body. "You still okay, angel?" He asks as he rubs his thumb in circles over her clit.

"Mhm," she responds quietly, holding in a breath as she adjusts to the pain. It's more than she was expecting, but she knows it's necessary to get what she wants and it will go away soon. She's distracted by the boys below her moaning and props herself up on her elbows to see them.

Jin and Hoseok are tangled in each other, the younger one twisting at the waist to give the other access while Jin lays between his strong thighs. His long fingers wrap around the base of Hobi's cock, his thumb rubbing smoothly over the thick column underneath, while his tongue moves fluidly around his head and shaft. Jin wraps his lips around his pulsing head, leaving both his partners breathless. As she watches Jin take in more of Hobi's length, Yn clenches around Hobi's fingers, drawing his attention back to her. In addition to feeling her, he can see the way she's watching Jin's actions, both admiring and taking mental notes.

"Babyboy, I think Yn likes watching you suck my cock," Hobi smirks. "What do you think, babygirl? You like what you see? Or are you jealous?"

"Fuck," Yn moans when Hoseok gives her his mouth again, sucking her whole bud between his lips before rubbing his tongue quickly over her. "Jinnie is so pretty," she manages, her love agreeing with a hum. Jin's eyes look up to see her watching him, her hands clutching her breast, thumbs teasing her own nipples. Jin pulls away to rub the tip of Hobi's cock over his tongue, letting Yn see his full length and how it glistens with his spit. Then he takes the other boy back in, deeper than before, until he chokes. "Mm, Hope, Jinnie is such a good boy," Yn moans.

In response Hobi fucks her faster with his fingers, his tongue rubbing faster, as if to tell her that he agrees, and that they're both very good. She falls back onto her pillows as his actions push her onward, the tension inside her building until her hips begin to writhe beneath him and she cums with a cry.

"Fuck, Hobi. She's so pretty when you make her cum," Jin, who's never taken his eyes off her face, moans. Hobi's mouth releases her and his fingers slow as he presses soft kisses around her throbbing lips and quivering thighs.

"So pretty," he agrees. He pulls his fingers slowly from her, leaving her feeling empty, and comes to hover above her face, licking up her sticky essence. Jin moves forward as well, to clean up the mess Hobi left behind with his tongue. Hoseok brushes her hair back with gentle fingers and looks lovingly down at her, checking her eyes and face. "How do you feel?"

"Great," she smiles, still feeling dazed.

"You're bleeding a little. Are you sure you're okay? I didn't hurt you?" She can see the real concern in his eyes, even though they both know it's to be expected.

"I'm fine, Hobi. You made me feel so good. I loved it." Yn's eyes darken as they glance down and her fingers grasp his erection. Hobi's smirk returns.

"You want my cock, babygirl?" Yn bites her lip and nods. "I want you to say it."

"I need your cock, daddy," Yn whimpers, melting beneath him. He presses his lips to hers passionately, brushing her hand aside as he strokes himself.

"Get on your knees," he orders. Without a word to him, Hobi gestures for Jin to go to the head of the bed. Once he's claims Yn's former place he takes her her face in her hands to kiss her

"Did you miss me?"

She nods and smiles before she turns her head to kiss his neck, starting a trail that leads over his collarbone to his chest. His soft moans are interrupted by the sound of Hobi's hand falling harshly on Yn's ass. She yelps and turns back to look at him, but he's already rubbing the spot gently. He grabs her hips and pulls her further down the bed and thus further down Jin's body until she's hovering just above his thick cock.

But she doesn't have time to think about that just yet though, because Hobi is rubbing the tip of his cock around her entrance. He holds her steady with one hand on her ass while he uses the other to guide himself into her wet pussy. A moan slips past his lips when he feels how tightly she's wrapped around his head and he doesn't give her any more, slipping back out a moment later. He rubs over her soothingly once again. Jin smiles at her gently to ease her mind. He reaches out to touch her face, thumb brushing her bottom lip and she licks him, taking the digit into her mouth. Hobi pushes into her again, awed by how amazing her wet walls feel as they grip him while he sinks deeper into her as slowly as he can. Yn whimpers, looking Jin in the eyes as her own brim with tears. Jin leans forward to take her face again and kiss her.

"You're doing so well, princess. Daddy's gonna treat you so well." He glances up at the other boy's face, his eyes nearly closed as he looks down on his lovers. "You have no idea what you're doing to him, love."

She can't resist looking at him over her shoulder, pleased with the look on his face that's turned slightly toward the ceiling.

"Do you feel good, daddy?" Hoseok bows his head, his eyes opening a little more so he can see her more clearly.

"I feel incredible, baby. Your pussy is so tight. So wonderful." He groans, fighting the urge to move, but she does it for him, pushing her body forward slightly, meeting Jin in another kiss. This makes Hobi chase after her, pulling her back by her hips. She moans loudly when he thrusts into her, harder and deeper than before. He didn't mean to. He just got excited. He pauses briefly before he hears her one little word.

"More," she pleads and pushes Jin back onto her pillows.

The two boys smile at each other as Hobi begins to move his hips, slowly at first. Long, even thrusts evoke soft moans from her, and as she adjusts, she has attention to return to Jin's still hard cock. Despite the lack of attention he's turned on by seeing them fuck, admiring their bodies in the process. It's like a private show just for him. Yn licks her lips and waits patiently with her tongue out, ready to receive him as he guides his cock to her. She takes him down happily as Hoseok quickens his pace. Jin lets his head fall back when he feels himself hit Yn's throat. The wet sounds of yn gagging on his thick cock turn both boys on even more, and there's no holding back now as they both thrust into her. She's never imagined feeling so full and complete as she is now with the two boys she loves buried deep inside of her. The fingers of one of Jin's hands knot into her hair, keeping her head down, while the other hand laces his fingers with hers. Hobi's hand lands on her ass with another smack.

"You're doing so good, baby," Hobi moans. "You both look so good for daddy. Fuck, I love you both so much," he groans, feeling himself come closer to climax but not wanting this to end.

"Are you gonna cum inside her, daddy?" Jin wonders, noticing the desperate look on the other's face. Hobi grabs onto Yn’s arm and pulls her chest up, tearing her away from Jin who watches breathlessly at the strings of drool dripping from her mouth as she was unprepared to move. He strokes himself as he watches Hobi pull the girl flush against his body, one hand holding her by her breast while the other turns her chin and grips her neck, still fucking her passionately.

"Should I fill her up with my cum, babyboy?" Hobi asks as he stares into Yn's hazy eyes. "Maybe you just want your turn?" he laughs.

"No. It's just that I want you to feel good, and I wanna taste your cum in her pussy," Jin admits, stroking his cock faster at the thought. Hoseok feels his own cock twitch at the suggestion.

"Play with her clit for me, babyboy," he instructs before attaching his mouth to Yn's, swallowing her moans as he continues to fuck her. Jin licks his fingertips and begins to rub her sensitive bud as he comes to his knees before them, their skin brushing, heat rolling off of all of them. It's only then that he notices the sweat that's begun to roll down her body, a rivulet dripping from her neck down between her breasts, and he laps it up happily before he latches onto her nipple and sucks hard while he continues rubbing circles around her clit. Her second orgasm crashes over her, creating spasms through her whole body and when she clenches around him, Hobi can't hold back any longer, coating her walls with his warm cum. She can barely hold her body up, but luckily she has two boys to help her. Sandwiched between them, she lets her head roll back onto Hobi's shoulder and he takes the opportunity to kiss her exposed neck.

"Are you sure this is your first time? Because you seem to know exactly what you're doing," she whispers through the aftershocks as he continues small thrusts inside her, milking himself dry.

"I promise," he tells her between kisses. "I've just thought about it a lot. And then, some things just occur naturally."

Jin has stopped rubbing her clit at least, but his hand hasn't gone far as his fingers rub the base of Hobi's cock. He can feel the sticky mess they've made together thats already leaking out of her and he gathers some on his fingers.

"Open," Jin tells her and she leans her head forward, obeying without question and allows him to shove his fingers in her mouth, lapping up the tangy mixture with her tongue. When Jin pulls his cleaned fingers from her mouth Hobi pulls her mouth back to his, licking his tongue deep inside to get a taste for himself.

"Mmm. You good, babygirl?" He asks gently, pressing his forehead to hers as he strokes her hair. She nods and hums, incoherent and a little tired. "You're incredible. I love you," he murmurs with another softer kiss. Jin gently pulls her mouth to his.

"You've done so well, princess. Do you want to take a break?" He asks in a soft voice, assuring her it's okay. She shakes her head and wraps her arms around his broad shoulders.

"I want you, Jinnie," she smiles happily.

His hands travel up and down her sides as he responds. "Not quite yet, sweetheart," he tells her and she pouts. "Don't be sad. I just want another chance to taste your sweet pussy again, that's all. Then I swear my cock is all yours." He unwraps her hands from his neck and gives each a kiss before he lays back flat on the bed.

Yn looks back at Hobi, unsure of exactly what she is supposed to do. He kisses her temple and pushes her forward by her hips, his considerable length slipping from her messy pussy.

"Go on, babygirl. Give him what he wants," Hobi encourages as he pushes her up Jin's body until Jin is able to lead her the rest of the way, until her heat is hovering just an inch above his face.

He uses his tongue to clean her up, licking between all of her folds, soothing her skin in the process. When he's decided she clean enough and she can only keep herself upright by holding onto to the headboard, he wraps his hand around her thighs and pulls her closer, where she has no escape as his tongue explores her core, probing so to eat up every drop of Hobi's cum that he can and rub against her g-spot. She begs for mercy he won't give. Her legs shake and she whimpers, but Jin gets a surprise of his own when he feels Hoseok's hands around his shaft, his tongue and lips following close behind.

"Fuck, Jinnie, your so big," Hobi praises between lavish licks. "I hope you don't hurt our sweet girl," he smirks. Hobi continues to suck him for a minute longer while Jin sucks unforgivingly on Yn's clit, until suddenly an arm wrapped around her waist pulls her away. He centers her hips over Jin's.

With one hand stroking her hair, he holds the other infront of her mouth. "Give me some spit, baby," he commands. Yn spits into his palm and he does the same before rubbing their mixture on Jin's already saliva covered cock. Hobi rubs the round head of Jin's cock against her clit a few times before he aligns him with her entrance. Yn pushes herself down to take him in, biting her lips to muffle the cry leaving her throat as he stretches her more than ever before. She's only ever had her own fingers.

"Ynie?" Jin calls her attention with his gentle hand on her thigh. "Are you okay?" She merely nods her head.

"It's okay, babygirl, take it slow," Hobi tells her quietly. "Jinnie's cock is all yours. You can take your time, right Jinnie?"

Jin's head is clouded with the pleasure of her tight walls around him, but he nods and strokes her thighs soothingly. "I'm yours, baby, no rush," he agrees. He's worried about her, terrified of causing her pain. But he knows she knows she can stop anytime, that no one would be bothered. She wants him and he can see it in her eyes when she looks down at him.

Yn let's herself sink further on his cock until she's taken all she thinks she can. Her legs are burning though and she leans forward over him before she dares to move. Slowly she rocks her hips, gliding carefully up and down his thick cock as Hoseok watches, stroking his own while his other hand caresses her curves.

"That's it, babygirl, just like that," he encourages.

"God, you feel amazing," Jin sighs as she moves above him. His hands take hold of her hips and guide her movements as she gets used to how full she is of him and tries to keep a steady rhythm.

"There's so much of you, " she smiles as she moans.

"But it's all yours," he reminds her, lifting his head to give her a kiss. Jin's hand slide up her slick back to hold her still as he moves his hips, fucking into her faster, making her cry out in pleasure to the beat of his thrusts. Hobi jerks himself off as he watches him fuck her harder, her screams of ecstacy adding to his arousal. Knitting his hand into her hair he pulls her back up, and standing, shoves his cock past her lips. He holds her head in place so he can fuck her mouth, even as she continues to moan for Jin. Yn holds her hand out for Jin and he takes it, pulling himself into a sitting position as well. Yn pulls Hoseok's cock from her mouth and pushes him into Jin's, who sucks the other boy graciously. Cradled into Jin's hips still, Yn fucks him slowly with smaller movements. Jin removes his mouth from Hobi only for a second so he can share him with Yn. Their tongues and lips glide in unison along his long shaft, caressing each vein as Hoseok throws his head back, guttural sounds of pleasure escaping from his throat. He leans forward again to be able to look at his two precious lovers, doing everything they can to please him as Yn cups his balls in her small hand and Jin gently rubs his taint.

"That's so fucking good. Mmm you're so good," he whimpers.

Yn pushes Hoseok's cock back into Jin’s mouth, watching him take the other boy's long member down his throat while she grinds her hips in circles on him.

"You hear that? You're such a good boy, Jinnie. You make daddy so happy. And you look so sexy doing it. Fuck-" she moans as she sinks deeper on his thick cock. Jin looks into her eyes as he moans at her praise. He pushes his middle finger into her mouth for her to suck on and cover with spit before he teases Hobi's asshole with the same finger. Hoseok curses in delight, digging his fingers into both their hair and drawing their eyes up to him.

Suddenly, she takes Hobi's cock from her partner's mouth and takes him down as far as she can, gagging herself loudly as she looks up at her daddy with big eyes.

"You better share, babygirl," he admonishes her. She pulls him from her mouth enough to let Jin lick his beautiful shaft while she sucks on his head. Hoseok begins to crumble as Jin's finger pushes playfully into his anus. "Fuck, babies, I'm gonna cum soon," he warns.

"Please cum for us, daddy," Yn whines.

"Mm, yes. Cum all over us. Wanna see what our princess looks like covered in your cum."

"Fuck, Jinnie," Hobi moans, that much closer just by the image he conjures. He takes his own member again and strokes it quickly above their faces, which are waiting giddily with their tongues out. "Damn, you two are so hot. How did I get so-" Hobi groans loudly as his orgasm hits him, "lucky." Thick silvery cum spurts from his cock onto the waiting pair, hitting their lips and chins and falling onto their chests as they're pressed together. They take a moment to admire each other before Yn licks whatever is left from Hobi's tip, making him shudder. He sinks to his knees beside the pair and pulls them close to him, all three of their tongues moving together as they kiss. Jin pulls away to taste the cum on Yn's chin, pulling her hips down at the same time. She moans into Hobi's mouth with the movement. He holds her there a moment longer before releasing her to clean up the mess he's made on Jin's face, which she does greedily. Jin holds her close, moving his hips rhythmically and enjoying the filthy wet sounds made by his dick inside her pussy. Meanwhile Hobi moves behind them to rest against Yns pillows, leaning on the headboard.

"Come here, babygirl," Hobi commands, causing them both to stop their movements. Jin kisses her one last time before he releases her and she crawls across the bed, in between Hobi's legs. He kisses her once and then turns her around, bringing her down to lay her back against his chest and talks in her ear, just loud enough for Jin to hear, while he rubs her breasts. "Time for you to have a rest, little one. But we still want Jinnie to cum for us, don't we, baby?" Yn hums her agreement. Hobi reaches down to open her legs as he looks up at the panting boy. "She's all yours, Jinnie."

Jin smiles and leans down to take a few licks of her pussy adding his own spit as lubricant before he kneels at her entrance and slowly pushes into her. He's enchanted by the way she stretches and envelopes him so tightly, enthralled by watching her tiny pussy swallow his thick cock.

"You're taking me so well, princess," Jin praises as Hobi presses kisses to the side of her head. When he's sure he's not hurting her, he begins to move faster. He pushes her legs back and Hoseok holds them behind her knees.

"Play with yourself," Hobi whispers in her ear, and she obediently reaches down to rub her clit. "That's right, babygirl, play with your clit while you take Jinnie's big, fat cock. You're doing so well baby." She continues rubbing as the pressure becomes too much, and Hobi can tell. "That's it, baby, you can do it. Let him feel what it's like when you cum all around him. Let him feel your sweet cunt," he growls in her ear as she has another shattering orgasm. He holds tightly to her spasming body, keeping her safe as she cries out from the overwhelming sensation. Hobi notices Jin begin to slow down. "Don't stop. She can take it, can't you? You've got me. You can take it. I want Jinnie to fuck you til he cums, too. Make him feel good, won't you, babygirl?"

Yn is unable to form words and she clings to Hobi’s arms. He releases her legs and cradles her to give her some comfort as she looks desperately into his eyes. Her body pushes onto his with each powerful thrust from Jin, who keeps pounding into her with pleasure.

"You're okay, baby. We love you. And you're doing so good," he coos as he caresses her hair and kisses her face. "Isn't she pretty when she cums, baby?" he asks Jin. "Isnt she pretty when you fuck her? Just like you said."

Jin watches them as he goes deeper and faster into her. "So fucking pretty," he grunts. "She's so beautiful and she's ours, daddy. Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon."

"Good, baby. Cum on her tummy for me. I wanna see you paint her up so pretty and nice," Hobi smiles.

Jin pulls out quickly, leaving Yn suddenly empty, and gives just a few quick strokes before his cum shoots out, reaching all the way up to her breasts, leaving abstract lines all over her abdomen. He remains above her on his knees, panting, spent.

"Come here, babyboy." Hobi holds out his hand and Jin bends over to be received by him, his pulsing cock grazing Yn's stomach as he does so. Hoseok kisses the boy with his hand on his neck, a reward for his hard work. "Come, take her," he tells Jin, who falls down beside them. Hobi slips out from under her and gives her a soft kiss on the forehead. "I'll be right back," he whispers before he gets off the bed and leaves the room, grabbing his pants on the way out.

Yn turns her head to look at Jin through heavily hooded eyes. "Hi, Seokjinnie," she says tiredly, reaching for his hand to entwine their fingers.

"Hi, Ynie," he smiles, laying on his side to look at her.

"Did I make you happy?" she wonders.

Jin looks at her softly, touching his hand to her cheek. "You made me very happy, sweetheart. I couldn't be happier. What about you? Was it too much for you? Did I hurt you?"

She smiles gleefully despite her exhaustion. "I'm great, Jinnie. Tired. I'm sure I'll be sore. But I loved every moment. Don't worry."

Hoseok returns carrying an armful of water bottles and warm wash cloths. He places the bottles on Yn's bedside table and then sets about cleaning Jin up first.

"I can do it," Jin offers as the other boy wipes his face, but Hobi brushes off his hand.

"Let me," Hobi smiles softly and continues tenderly wiping the sweat and cum from his body, all while yn lies between them, but her eyes are closed and she's paying little attention. "Perfect," Hobi proclaims with a kiss pressed to Jin's plump lips when he's finished. "Now, let's take care of you, angel."

He hands a warm, wet towel to Jin and they both clean her very gently as soft, sleepy sounds come from her lips.

"Jinnie, she looks cold," Hoseok notes quietly as he takes the wet cloths and puts them in her laundry basket. Without needing to think about it, Jin pulls Yn to him with her back to his chest. Hobi returns to get into bed with them, pulling the cover over all three of them as he lays facing them.

"How are you?" he asks Jin, his thumb gently brushing Jin's cheek.

"I'm amazing," Jin replies with a smile that makes his eyes almost disappear as he nuzzles into Hobi's hand.

"Today was...unexpected. Next time I promise we'll be prepared. We'll make it all about you, babyboy," Hobi vows, running his fingers through his lover's hair.

"I won't say no to that, but I promise, I'm fully satisfied." Hobi leans over to give him a soft, lingering kiss before he settles back down.

"Are you still with us, angel?" Hobi asks, petting her cheek.

"Yes," she responds quietly, forcing her eyes open to look at Hoseok's sweet face.

"Hi," Hobi smiles fondly, light in his eyes.

"Hi."

"Did we push you too far, my love?" He worries.

"No!" she responds eagerly. "I loved it. I knew I was safe with you."

"I'll always keep you safe," he promises with a kiss to her forehead.

"We know. Thank you for taking such good care of both of us," Jin expresses gratefully. He holds Yn tightly and kisses her shoulder, emphasizing that he's thankful for Hoseok's care of her as well.

"You don't need to thank me," Hoseok denies with a shake of his head. Looking between their two faces, nestled together, he thinks of just how much they had given him--how much they always give him. He scoots closer so there's no space between him and Yn. "I love you both so much more than words can say. You're mine, and I'm so grateful. What we had today was incredible, and I can't wait for more, but first and foremost, you're my sweet babies, and I'm always going to care for and protect you."

Yn beams at him. "We love you, too, Hope. And we're lucky to be yours."

Hoseok pecks a kiss to her nose. "Go to sleep now, little one."

She's grateful for the permission, but sorry to close her eyes on his sweet face. She snuggles more deeply between the two of them, feeling warm and secure.

"You, too, my prince," Hobi coos.

"Aren't you tired?" Jin wonders.

"I am," Hobi answers, leaning his head into his pillow, and caresses Jin's arm. "But I want to watch you sleep for a little while."

Yn's eyes open slowly. She's surprised to find her head cradled in Hobi's shoulder and no one behind her. Hoseok doesn't realize she's awake until she turns her head to confirm Jin's absence.

"Did Jinnie leave?" She asks, and Hobi can hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Look how sad you are," he chuckles, plucking her pouted lip with his fingertip. "Jinnie is just in the kitchen getting us something to eat."

"Oh," she breathes. "You're watching tv? And you're dressed." Hoseok hums. "Did I sleep too long?"

He turns his head to see the guilt in her eyes and strokes her cheek. "Of course not, little one. We just woke up a little while ago. We're just relaxing. You sleep as long as you need. Go back to sleep if you want. No one is leaving," he assures her.

"I don't want to sleep. I want to spend time with you." She pulls herself closer and snuggles into his side. He responds by turning on his side and wrapping both arms around her. "What time is it, anyway?"

"Mmm...late," he replies casually.

"You're gonna stay with me all night?"

"Of course, babygirl. Nowhere else I'd rather be." He kisses her lazily, holding her there for several minutes until her bedroom door slowly opens and Jin backs in with a tray of food.

"You and Namjoon really live off the stuff in your pantry?" He asks, shaking his head.

"We survive," she laughs and Hobi laughs with her.

"What did you manage to get?" Hobi wonders.

"Well, it's mostly ramen, but I also got some cookies and chips." The pair in the bed sit up while Jin puts the tray in front of them.

"Hey, you're wearing my shirt," Yn pouts.

"It's my shirt," he reminds her.

"Debatable."

"I'll leave it with you when I go," he pledges, but she continues to pout at the thought of him going.

"I guess at least it will smell like you. That might comfort me when I'm all alone."

Jin rolls his eyes. "Speaking of shirts, you need one." He hops up from the bed to go through her drawers.

"Does she though?" Hobi questions, eyes scanning he'd chest.

"She can't eat hot noodles with no shirt on, Hoseokie," Jin tells him as he searches.

"Sad, but true," Hobi frowns, but his expression soon changes to a smile when he sees which shirt Seokjin has chosen.

"What?" He wonders when the other two giggle as he slips the article over her head.

"That's my shirt," Hobi smiles, amused.

"Do you own any of your own clothes?" Jin asks as her head comes through the neck hole.

"I have two boyfriends, why would I?"

"Jin doesn't have any of my clothes." Hobi shakes his head as he picks up a bowl of noodles.

"Actually…"

"What?"

"Well, you left your green sweatshirt at my house last month, and it smelled like you, so I never gave it back." Jin blushes cutely.

Hobi chuckles, endeared. "I guess you can keep it, just because you're so cute."

"Thank you." Jin grins. "Now eat up."

"Wait just a second." Yn interjects. "Hobi, don't you have something to add to this conversation?" She looks at him accusingly.

"No," he replies quickly before he shoves noodles into his mouth.

"Oh, yeah? So where is Jin's Ramones shirt?" Jin's eyes go wide as Hobi stops chewing.

"Yah! I knew someone stole it!" Jin shouts, much to Yn's amusement.

He chews quickly and swallows, practically choking. "I didn't mean to steal it! You left it on the bench in the locker room and I was going to take it and return it to you...but then I tried it on and I liked it."

"Thieves. Thieves everywhere," Jin laments. "You're lucky I love you." The others finally pick up their bowls and begin to eat and it's quiet for a few minutes.

"I'll go clean up," Yn says as she scrambles over Hobi to get off the bed. "Do you guys need anything?" As soon as her feet touch the ground she finds her legs weak and wobbly, collapsing beneath her. She catches the edge of the bed and Hobi holds onto her just in case.

"Damn, we really overworked you, huh, babygirl?" Hobi chuckles, but there's sympathy underlying his tone.

"I'm a little sore," she admits, though it hadn't bothered her until just now.

"Get back in bed. I'll take care of the dishes," Hobi tells her, pulling her back on the bed by her hips.

"No," she whines. "I'll feel like a bad girlfriend if you both come over here and cook and clean for me."

"Aish. What do you mean 'bad girlfriend'?"

"Yeah, baby, we're the ones who fucked you up. Let us take care of things, princess," Jin offers.

"You two stay here. Pick a movie and get comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes." Hoseok picks up the tray and begins to leave.

"Can you bring me tea?" Yn pouts, even though she knows she doesn't need to. Hoseok simply smiles and nods and hurries to the kitchen. "What do you feel like watching?" Yn asks, handing Jin the TV remote.

"Something nice we've seen a million times?" He suggests as she wraps herself around his back. He shrugs to ease his muscles as she leans into his neck.

"Does it hurt?" She wonders with a light kiss.

"Just a little, from sleeping funny, I think." He shrugs again. She pulls away and begins to massage his shoulders the way he likes while he continues to search for something, moaning lightly to let her know when she's found the right spot.

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Lol this last part wasn't really needed but I could resist the little bit of fluff bc I always torture you with angst. I also didn't know how to end it so I just left it here and you can imagine how they all three take care of each other 🥺

#bts fanfic #bts jin #bts hobi #poly bts #2seok x reader #bulletproof heart #bts smut #threes0me #bts x reader #bts fic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts #thankstaking

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gosmigenergy · 1 year

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KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Twelve

( Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x F!Reader )

ORGASM DENIAL/CONTROL / LINGERIE / ROLE REVERSAL

Summary: After his kindness the other week, you think Will deserves a little treat.

Day twelve of @absurdthirst's Kinktober prompts list.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Mentions trying on clothes, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.4k

You were never one for shopping, everything was easier online.

A Saturday spent going shop to shop, fighting against the flocks of people doing the same with sounded like a weekend you’d rather forget, yet here you were. Your friend had dragged you out, mostly because she wanted to see you, secretly to get the gossip on what was happening with you and those guys from fight night.

Your lips were mostly sealed and what you did give her wasn’t nearly as juicy enough.

She was carrying a few bags whilst you were leaving empty handed, everything you tried on either felt weird or looked weird or both. This is why you preferred trying stuff on at home, without the unflattering mirrors, poorly lit changing rooms or the shop assistant knocking on the door to see if you were alright.

Until you caught something out of the corner of your eye.

She carried on ahead of you, only realising you’d ground to a halt when you didn’t reply.

“I haven’t seen you look at something like that since Santiago.”

“Huh?”

She chortled, “You look so cute when you’re confused.”

Standing next to each other, you gazed at the mannequin in the shop window. You never remembered a lingerie shop being here before though it gave that vibe of not just selling ridiculously pretty under garments.

“Why don’t you try it on?”

“I’ll just get it on—“

“This is not the kind of thing you order online,” she folded her arms, “trust me.”

You bring your attention back, biting the inside of your lip.

She sighed and grabbed your hand with a python like grip.

“Come one,” she hauled you towards the doors.

“Nooooo.”

You immediately gravitated towards the set you admired in the window, fingers flicking to find your size and just as you gave up hope, a shop assistant approached. She was mostly harmless and actually good at her job. When she asked what size you were looking for, you blanked, and she smiled and said she’d measure you up. Now you found yourself stood in a velvet walled changing room with matching furniture, twiddling your thumbs, waiting for her to come back with your size.

The knock made you flinched.

Opening the door, she slipped in and handed you the pieces.

“I didn’t know which bottom you’d like so I brought all three.”

“There’s three different types?”

She hummed, “You’ve got my personal favourite, the high waisted knicker. The thong which you know, always sells well and the crotchless. You wanted the garter too, right?”

You could only nod, the last option had thrown you.

Crotchless?

“Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll fix the bra straps.”

“Ok,” you say softly.

You could hear the conversation outside, your friend and the shop assistant making small talk at first - how was your day, where have you been, the usual until they started talking about you.

‘She’s not much of a shopper.’

‘Who is these days,’ the shop assistant says. ‘I much prefer online but this kind of stuff is risky, if you don’t know your size, it’s a lot of back and forth.’

‘That’s why I dragged her in here.’

‘I hope she likes it, that set will really accentuate her figure, it’ll look great on her.’

‘There’s definitely a few guys who’d love to see her in it.’

You wobble, bumping the door as you try to get a leg through the hole, too busy listening in on what they were saying.

“You ok?” Your friend queries.

“I’m fine, almost there.”

Closing your eyes, you take a few breaths before spinning on your heels, opening one eye. The image reflected had you instantly opening the other and your heart skips. You looked good, real fucking good. You exhale, pushing yourself up on the balls of your feet, imagining how you’d stand in heels. Clinging onto the plush walls, you turn to view the back and are equally as pleased.

All the boys would love this but you had one in mind.

—

You told Will you were going to freshen up about twenty minutes ago and you were surprised he hadn’t come to check on you.

The first five minutes was you, staring at the clean lines of the bag, a neat little bow sealing it shut. The next five was you gazing upon the set laid upon the black tissue it was once wrapped in, the emerald green colour rich. You spent the other ten minutes getting the damn thing on with delicate fingers, afraid that any brisk movement would ripped the mesh. When it was all on, you went to the mirror and adjusted your boobs just like the assistant showed you, it was the correct way apparently.

Back on the bed, you slipped on the stockings and hooked them into the garter before slipping on the pair of heels you hid in your weekend bag.

The nerves were starting to get to you, you wobble on your heels as you head to the mirror again.

You didn’t get why you were so nervous, this was Will for fuck’s sake. You’re sure if you approached any of the boys in this lingerie, they’d fall to their hands and knees and worship you at your feet. Maybe that’s what it was, new territory, you were used to being the centre of attention but now, you were stepping into the spotlight.

You took a deep breath before checking yourself over one last time.

Heading to the door, you grabbed his robe from the hook and wrapped it around your frame. You step carefully, his robe gathered around your ankles as you go to find him.

He’s busying himself in the kitchen, back towards you.

You knew you could do this.

Treading carefully, you tiptoe to stop the clicking of your heel and hover behind him. You stretch your arms up, rubbing your hands before covering his eyes.

He drops the soapy dish in his hand.

“What have I told you about approaching us from behind?”

Not to do it, which hardly seemed fair because they did it all the time.

“I know, it’s jus—“

His other hand had snuck to your ass and he squeezed, a twitch in his brow as he felt the soft, thick fabric of his dressing gown.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

He gifts you another three squeezes.

You guide him away from the countertop and turned him round, still covering his eyes with your palms.

“Are they definitely closed?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

You part one set of fingers to make sure, he was never one for lying. Bringing your hands back, you read his features like always he was pokerface except for the slight curl in his lips, you’d peeked his interest.

Grabbing the tea towel, you dry his hand before taking them in his. Yours were always so velvety in comparison to his even after soaking in the water for as long as they had, he knew they were rough.

Leading the way, you tug lightly and walk him out the kitchen.

You thought you had planned this but as you turn your head, looking at the living room, you realise this isn’t going to work. You needed to sit him somewhere where he could see you in full view and where you could stand so he would see you from head to toe. It’s as if he heard your mind working.

“What are you thinking?”

“I want to sit you down but I need the space.”

“Bedroom?”

“Hmm, I wanted somewhere different.”

“How about the office?”

“You have an office?”

“Kind of,” he shrugs, “it’s where I keep all my books, there’s a nice leather chair if that’s what you’re after.”

You make a move.

You’re met with a small room, the walls ladened with books and military paraphernalia, photos that you can’t wait to have a proper look at. You escort him to the leather chair and he makes himself comfortable as you go to close the door.

He can hear the clicks on the wooden floor, feel the nervous energy.

“You ok?”

You hum.

“Can I open my eyes yet?”

“Yeah,” you say in a sigh.

There you were stood in his robe though his eyes did fall on your shoes. He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, hands hanging loosely together.

“Now you’re just teasing.”

Your head drops as you giggle, cheeks blushing. You bring your head back up and scoop your hair out of the back, shaking it out of your face.

“I know I am but,” you begin to undo the tie. “I wanted to see your face when I did this.”

Shrugging off his robe, it pools at the bottom of your feet.

You hear his breath as his eyes roam across every part of your body, those piercing blues bringing goosebumps to your skin. His tongue whips over his lips as one of his hands reaches for the back of his neck, he tips his head to one side. Leaning back, he takes another peek, forehead creasing as his eyebrows raised.

“Fuck.”

His smile buried into his cheeks. He threw his hand to you after he rubbed his neck.

“Is this just for me?”

You bit your lip, “Yeah.”

His reaction was better than you could ever have hoped for.

The goosebumps had dispersed and left a prickly feeling that warmed your skin, the knot you felt in your belly releasing, your arousal burning in your loins.

He beckoned for you to come.

You walk with purpose, exaggerating your hips, stopping when your pointed toes scuff the chair.

Rocking forward, Will smoothes his palms over your legs and up your ass, sweeping over your hips and waist. He extends his thumbs, brushing over your breasts, nipples growing under their mesh containment. Moving to your back, he edges you closer.

His breath teases your skin, whiskers tickling as he kisses along the band of your knickers.

You sigh, your nails scratching his scalp as the kisses intensified.

The strain in his pants was becoming unbearable, his cock stiffening underneath. With one hand, he undoes his buckle and pops the top button, pulling the zip to alleviate himself. He does nothing else, desperate to touch your skin.

He flattens his tongue and licks from one side of your body to the other.

Your juices dribble, dressing your folds.

When he offers you some relief, you climb onto his lap, knees pressed to his hips. You settle so you’re face to face and bring your lips to his, two swift kisses before you push on his mouth, drawing the air from his lungs. You catch his moan in your mouth as you slip your tongue in and dance with his.

His teeth sink into your bottom lip as he pulls back.

Cupping his hands over your breast, he thumbs at your nipple until it grows puffy. Freeing it from the delicate fabric, he takes it his mouth and suckles, tongue swiping up and down.

Your head falls back as a cry rises from your chest.

He releases it from his mouth with a pop before doing the same with the other. His fingers run in the middle of your breasts and down your stomach, over your knickers. Sliding over your mound, he expected to be greeted with more material containing you. He chuckles when your juices coat his digits.

Peeling himself away from you, he lifts his hips and yanks his pants and boxer enough to release his heavy cock.

Licking your fingertips, you catch his precum and spread it over his tip, a shiver jolting up his spine as he reclines. You line yourself up and drop your hips, taking him in your opening. Your walls pulse around his bright tip before you sink further into his lap. He gives a satisfied sigh as you take him to the hilt.

You roll your hips in the figure of eight.

“That’s it,” you coo as his head rests to the cushion.

Placing a hand on his chest and the other on his thigh, you lift yourself up before coming back down with a gasp. You revel in his every grunt, every moan as you steadily ride his cock, the wet smack as you bounce from bare skin.

You rode until your legs began to protest.

After another stroke, you collapsed onto his chest, your hand releasing his top.

He’s still inside you, cock twitching as your walls constricted around him. His movements were sluggish but he manages to bring a hand to your back. He strokes you up and down, allowing you to breath.

“Shall I help us finish?”

He looks at you, smiling softly.

You nod in agreement, sweat clinging to your hairline.

Placing his hand under your ass, you lean forward and let him lift your hips up and down. You whimper as your arms wrap tightly around his neck, your chin resting on top of his head.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll both be cumming soon.”

With the new angle, his cock nudges that sweet spot over and over and though he promises you’ll finish soon, you don’t know how much more you can take. His breath is hot against your shoulder, lips showering it with kisses. The blood pumping through your veins fast and loud, you can only just hear him whispering praises in your ear.

Then he holds you steady, tip still radiating in your walls.

You know what’s coming, your fingers bury into his shirt and your eyes snap shut.

He thrusts, shoving his cock into you sharply.

You both moan in unison before he slips out before continuing back and forth at a relentless pace.

Even with your eyes closed, your seeing stars, that burn in your belly heightening as you let out a strangled cry. Your legs are vibrating as he pushes you to the edge and helps carry you through your orgasm. His cock is trapped in your pulsating walls and with a couple more strokes, he coated them.

Your body slack above him and he drops his hip for you to lay.

There’s shockwaves as you try to settle, his strokes on your legs not helping. You feel his heartbeat slow against your chest, his breaths less staggered as you bring your attention back to the room.

There’s a moment of blissful silence before Will speaks.

“Please tell me you’ve got more lingerie.”

#kinktober 2023 #triple frontier #triple frontier x reader #will ironhead miller #will miller #will miller x reader #will miller x you #kinktober

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thisnightissparkling089 · 5 months

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Update on my lungs under the cut. People should only have to be subjected to this health update if they want to, mainly because it's a lot😅

I had a second opinion appointment 2 weeks ago in the (what feels like) never ending quest to figure out what the hell is happening with my lungs and if this can be fixed.

My first pulmonologist wanted to do a lung biopsy. Which is a major surgery and a lengthy recovery, not to mention incredibly expensive.

I just heard back from my new dr, and he has finally reviewed the scans and feels the next steps should be a bronchoscopy and a bronchoalveolar lavage.

The bronchoscopy is a procedure where a thin lighted tube is placed down my throat and into my lungs to get a better view of my lungs and what is happening with them.

The lavage procedure releases saline into my lungs, suctions it back out, and that sample is then sent out to be tested.

Both should be able to done in the same procedure, under light anesthesia.

I continue to hope that whatever this is is something that can be reversed or at the very least better controlled.

The main issues I have is that it's hard to properly take a deep breath without pain. Like you just sucked down a slurpee, and your chest feels ice cold. That and the fact that my oxygen levels will drop doing basic things. I could take a bath and between getting out of the tub and getting dressed, my oxygen levels could drop into the 80's, sometimes even into the 70's.

The procedures will be scheduled for sometime in the coming weeks, hopefully early to mid May.

He asked if I had any questions, and the one I do have that no one can seem to give me a straight answer on is if I will die. Because any time I google something, it's like, you have 3-5 years to live, congratulations! 🙄

He of course couldn't give a definitive answer, but did his best to try and reassure me that he doesnt really think death is iminate from this within the next 5 years and he's hopeful we can either fix or better control this. But until we get a full view of the lungs, it's hard to know exactly what's happening.

It occurred to me on Saturday that I've actually been depressed for weeks now and just couldn't see it because it's presenting a lot differently now than it previously has.

Typically when I'm depressed I can't even get out of bed. I can't eat, I sleep all the time, I feel empty, I cry.

This time around it's so different. I feel like I'm overeating, I can get up, go out with friends, work fine. But I'm also struggling to fall asleep and stay asleep and such little tasks such as cooking, cleaning, laundry, washing my hair, etc. Feel so overwhelming I can't even think about them.

I was able to get an appointment this morning with my primary doctor and got back on my medication. I'd previously been off it for 2 years and was doing well, but this whole lung issue has thrown me for a loop, especially since it's lasted as long as it has.

I know there is no shame in seeking help and getting back on my meds. I also know that it doesn't mean I'll have to be on them for the rest of my life.

Right now I'm just taking everything day by day and am so grateful to be surrounded by such supportive people and have a space where I can vent.

If you've made it this far, thanks for reading and listening💜

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the world lost a very, very good girl yesterday

some of our best friends lost their five-year-old rescue husky, who was adopted with the name arya but whom everyone called barya or barrio.

shortly after rescuing her they found out she had really severe epilepsy. for two years, they tried different combinations of drugs to get her grand mal seizures under control, and nothing was working. until finally they did find a medication that worked. but it only worked at maximum dosage, given every single day. unfortunately, before long, it was revealed the medication that was saving her from epilepsy was also destroying her liver. it was a rotten choice. left to the grips of epilepsy, she wouldn't have lived much longer. the meds would extend her life by years. if they were going to lose her either way, the choice to medicate her for the seizures seemed obvious.

we all knew time with her was limited. none of us expected her to live a normal lifespan, but i think we all hoped to get her close to 10, at least.

two weeks ago, she stopped eating. she lost six pounds. her protein levels were so low that her veins could no longer keep her blood inside of them, so blood was pooling in other places. briefly, it seemed like she might be able to recover. she started eating again, wagging her tail again, moving around. but on wednesday she was hospitalized, thursday she was moved to ICU, and yesterday around 2:00pm, she passed away with my friends at her side. she was so sick she couldn't lift her head up and her white & blue eyes were so jaundiced they were yellow & green instead. she didn't smell like herself, except for her paws, which still smelled like corn chips.

arya was a singular sort of dog. she really wasn't all that much a dog at all. she was aloof, no brain-celled, goofy, mysterious, guileless. you could pick her up and put her in your lap and she wouldn't move for hours. she only walked/ran in circles, as if something in her brain was just forever pulling her to the left. we live nearby, so we spent a lot of arya's five years with her. she had a special bond with my wife, who would feed her slices of green apples and carrots from between their own teeth. we are very sad. my little heart is broken. i'm so grateful i got to see her one last time last saturday and stroke her 4-inch deep fur and see her moving around. hug your animal companions tight <3

#my lyfe #cw pet death

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animeniacss · 4 months

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Seoksoo - imperfect Part 1 - Chapter 4 - Conflicted

Synopsis: Lee Seokmin likes a lot of things: karaoke, stuffed animals, his friends, his family (when they're not at each other's throats), and when things go according to plan. It's perfect that way. That is...until Joshua Hong, the Education Department TA, stumbles into his view one day and suddenly Seokmin has to start facing the fact that maybe not everything in life will be perfect...but with Joshua, that might just be ok.

Tags: College!AU, ActingMajor!Seokmin, Teacher!Joshua, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Side GyuCheol, Side JunHao, Side Verkwan, Other Idol appearances, Anxiety/Panic Attacks, Domestic Violence (not between the main couple), Joshua is a dork 90% of the time, (More Tags will be Added as needed)

Length: approx. 6k words

Chapter 4 - Conflicted

"My midterms start today, I'm nervous."

"You're smart, Kyungie. You'll be just fine."

"College tests are much harder than high school ones."

"Tell me about it. And you're just at community college." Seokmin heard his sister chuckle a bit. "But you'll do just fine. Did you study?"

"Aaugh, you sound like Mom."

Seokmin felt his tongue press onto the inside of his lower lip. "Mom isn't wrong all the time." He heard his sister chuckle a bit on the other end.

"Yeah, but she doesn't have to rub it in my face constantly."

"Don't let that distract you," Seokmin said. It only took the course of Saturday, but it seemed that Eunkyung and Mom had made up a bit, and Seokmin was praying it would stay that way. History showed, however, that they would be back at each other's throats almost as fast as they made back up if not sooner. They were like two toy trains on a circular track, hitting the same beats without fail, and Seokmin was the tired down track that bared the weight as it flew out of control. "Just focus on your test."

"When are your midterms?"'

"The week after next, so I have to start studying right after my auditions."

"Do you think you'll come back home for that three-day weekend you have?"

"I don't know," Seokmin said. "I'll have to see. I'll probably wait until Christmas break since it's longer."

"Awww. What? Do you not love us or something?" When she heard Seokmin suck in a breath, she giggled. "I'm kidding, my God. You're so dramatic."

"Good luck with your tests, Kyungie." Seokmin simply said. "Fighting."

"Fighting! Kay byeeee." Kyungie cheered, before hanging up. Seokmin allowed the phone to disconnect before setting it down on the couch's end table. Seokmin ran a hand along his shoulders, pressing the play button on the TV so the volume could fill the room once again. As the music show on the screen sent pop music through the living room, Seokmin wondered what he would say if he were in the shoes of those stunning idols. They were trained on what to say, on what to do to make everyone around them like them. To keep things running smoothly. He knew exactly what he would say. His own little monologue, written out.

We worked really hard for this. We are very excited to share it with you. Hope you enjoy and support us!

When the TV clicked on a commercial, it forced Seokmin to return to reality, where he was parked on the couch and not on the Korean music stages ready to perform for screaming fans. Reality felt like a punch in the gut, as Seokmin's hand settled on his stomach to nurse the fictional wound it left behind. He had more important things to worry about than the fictional speech he would be giving at award shows, and those important things sent one text at 5 in the morning and then nothing else since.

[Joshua] (5hrs ago): Morning! Is 4:30 still good for today???? :)

Seokmin had replied confirming right when he saw it at 6:30 but had yet to receive a response. He must be busy getting ready a thought that ran through his mind each time he opened the messages to see the same white bubble under Joshua's name. He felt his heart rate pick up just a little bit more each time.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Seungkwan stepped out, tugging his shirt over his head and shaking his wet hair out with a towel.

"Do you need a shower?" Seungkwan asked.

"No," Seokmin called, turning his head. Seungkwan nodded, heading into his room and closing the door behind him. Seungkwan had planned to spend a lazy day in the house today, resting after completing all of the requirements before the midterms began. Seokmin turned to his friend's room, listening for any signs of life. When he heard some shuffling behind the door, Seokmin got up and headed up to it. With one swift knock, the footsteps behind the door padded along the floor, getting louder before stopping. The doorknob twisted, and Seungkwan eyed the man before him.

"Yes?" He smiled, his tone curious as he finished patting his hair dry. "Can I help you?"

Seokmin pursed his lips together. "I have a favor for you."

"What?" Seungkwan crossed his arms, tugging the towel on his head to wrap it around his shoulders. Seokmin's hesitation must have been obvious, because of course it was, Seokmin was an actor but he couldn't act normal a day in his life. He shifted between both feet and looked down at them.

"Well....about this evening." He said. "Joshua-Hyung said he would be coming around like four and...I know you wanted to stay home but...if you want to, could you-."

"Leave so you and your new boyfriend can get nasty in private?" Seungkwan's cheeks scrunched up, tongue poking out of a devilish smile. The hair on the back of Seokmin's neck shot up, tiny daggers in a perfect line and ready to sink into his flesh to erase him from his painful existence.

"Seungkwan!" Seokmin shouted as his friend doubled over in laughter. "Are you out of your mind? No!" Seungkwan snorted, covering his mouth in amusement at his own joke. "Oh my God." Seokmin covered his face. "Is that what you think of me?!"

"No, no," Seungkwan assured. "But if you want me to leave, I can step out for a few hours."

"You sure? Since you wanted to stay home and stuff tonight, I don't want to kick you out." Seungkwan shook his head. Seokmin knew he'd never be able to focus with the thought of Seungkwan's ear pressed against his bedroom door with a glass cup like some sort of spy lingering in the back of his mind.

"I don't mind."

"Sorry."

"Don't be," Seungkwan said. "I can go to the café and get some studying done, it's no big deal." Despite Seungkwan's willingness to leave for a few hours, guilt washed over Seokmin's entire body once again. Seungkwan was too nice, Seokmin knew that. He admired it as much as he envied it.

"You sure? I understand if you want to stay."

"And listen to your desperate attempts at flirting?" Seungkwan grinned. "I'm good."

Seokmin pouted, watching from the door frame as Seungkwan made his way inside his room once again. As he rummaged through his closet, Seokmin looked down at his phone once again. Still nothing from Joshua. But it was only 10 in the morning. Surely, he had time.

Seungkwan grabbed a few options for outfits, showcasing them to Seokmin as he ran through the different things he would say this evening, marking anything that could possibly count as a 'desperate flirt' in the back of his mind. That Joshua-shaped hole in the back of his head did not need to get any bigger.

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Noon came. No messages. Seokmin made lunch for himself and Seungkwan; simple sandwiches and sodas to eat in front of the TV along with something from their huge pantry of snacks. His mom texted him that she was going to pick up some of his favorite snacks for the next time he was in town.

One p.m. Seokmin sat at his desk and worked on some of his study guide for the theatre history midterm. He got through 3 of the 6 pages before anxiety caused him to open his phone up again. Mingyu sent him a photo of him and Seungcheol out on their picnic date, as well as one of their beautiful view.

At two p.m. Seokmin jotted down some more notes in his packet of lines so he was extra prepared. Eunkyung texted him that she finished her midterms and was headed home.

Three p.m. Seokmin took a nap because if he stared between the clock and his untouched cell phone any longer, he was almost sure that his vision would turn it into one of those optical illusions you find in books. Seungkwan was getting ready to head out. Should I double-text? Pounding on the back of Seokmin's skull like a pesky neighbor and he did not want to answer the door to deal with that.

Four p.m. Seungkwan asked if he was going to be okay, to which Seokmin almost immediately assured him he would. He was the one who pushed Seungkwan to leave, so there was no way he could go back on that now. He debated if he wanted to start dinner because he didn't want to eat alone.

When four-thirty hit and Seokmin saw his text to Joshua was still not even read, he wondered if he was too harsh with how he asked Seungkwan to leave, and this was his punishment for that. He figured it wasn't cruel enough.

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Should I text him again? Was beginning to sound a lot more appealing as the clock's hands ticked away, the minutes ticking up by one minute more. Seokmin was pacing in front of the couch, constantly swiping up on his phone to see if Joshua at least read the message.

"Wh...." Seokmin sank onto the couch, rubbing his face with his free hand as he tried to think of what was happening. "Did something happen? Should I call him?" His finger lingered over the green call button, but he decided against it at the last minute. Seokmin looked at the time: 4:59 p.m. He must just be running late. Seokmin thought to himself. Then he thought of it again. And again. And again. And-.

The buzzing of his phone almost sent him into a frenzy, eyes wide as he looked down. A stream of texts came all at once.

[Joshua] (now): I AM SO SORRY!!!!

[Joshua] (now): I'm on my way! I'm on my way!

[Joshua] (now): Please don't be upset with me!

[Joshua] (now): I'm on my way!

Seokmin wasn't sure why his anxiety didn't subside now that Joshua was spamming him with texts. Seokmin looked down at his lines as they sat on the end table, the blue highlighter staring him in the face. The living room fell silent other than the flipping of the script and the ticking of that goddamn clock.

Joshua knocked on the door at 5:30. An hour after he said he would. Seokmin heard the quick pounding at the door. He got up from the couch and made his way over, unlocking it. When the door swung open, Joshua was doubled over, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Seokmin saw a plastic bag gripped in one of his hands, which was dragging on the floor at this point. "Hi." Seokmin's greeting made Joshua stand up straight. Seokmin's face tightened at the face that greeted him. A set of bags packed under a layer of foundation. His cheeks were red since he was most likely running, but it did nothing to liven up the pale face staring back at him. Seokmin watched as Joshua finally took a deep breath, and put a smile on his face.

"Hey." His voice was labored but still harbored that cheerful optimism Seokmin had grown to expect in their few meetings. Joshua held up the bag in his hands. "I brought cookies."

"Cookies?" Seokmin cocked an eyebrow.

"My mother always told me it's polite to bring something when you visit someone's house, and I wasn't sure if you were big on plants." Seokmin took the bag in his hands, peering inside to see a little plastic tray of chocolate chip cookies from the grocery store nearby.

"Oh...thanks." He said. "You can come in." he motioned inside and Joshua nodded, running a hand through his hair. He admired Joshua's fit because it...well...it was something. An oversized white tank top and a pair of faded jeans ripped both from style and seeming overuse. Seokmin glanced down at his shoes as they were kicked off and set in the entryway, a pair of black chunky boots. Seokmin watched Joshua look around, before turning back to Seokmin as he closed the door. One thing remained the same, however, his stunning facial features and colorful beaded necklace. "What are you wearing?"

"Oh." Joshua chuckled shyly, scratching the back of his neck. "I was in such a rush I didn't really have time to pick a nice outfit."

"Oh."

"Sorry about being late. I just-." When Seokmin saw Joshua take a deep breath and pause to reply, he felt a tight grip on his chest. The look on Joshua's face felt familiar.

Sorry, I was late, Seokmin. Something came up.

Something came up.

"Don't worry." The words slipped past Seokmin's lips so quickly it almost scared him, and he saw Joshua blink in surprise. "You're here now, I'm sure you have your reasons."

"Right." Joshua nodded. He looked around the room and smiled. "This is a cute place. You and Seungkwan are the only two that live here?"

Seokmin nodded. "Yeah." He stepped into the living room. Immediately, he went into host mode. "Do you want a drink or something?" Joshua put his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he watched Seokmin head into the kitchen.

As Seokmin poured two cups, he turned to Joshua again, setting him on the other side of the kitchen table. With a nod, Joshua took it. "So-." he pressed the drink to his lips and took a sip, Seokmin gripping the cup as he watched. "Are you ready for your auditions on Friday?"

"I think so," Seokmin said. When he saw Joshua smile, Seokmin felt compelled to mirror the action, just slightly. "I have most of the lines for the character memorized. So whatever part they ask me to start at I'll be okay."

"Do they ask you to sing?" Joshua grinned.

"Uh, yeah just a verse or two. They won't ask to do a whole song unless you get a callback. Since so many people are going to audition." Joshua nodded.

"Can I see the script?"

"Sure." Seokmin took his own glass and headed to the couch, grabbing the script and passing it to Joshua. He sat on the other end of the couch, kicking one leg over the other and leaning back. Seokmin studied him in the silence. He really was stunning, even in what seemed to be a very last-minute outfit choice. Joshua flipped through the pages, skimming.

"Can you show me what you got?" He asked, handing the packet back. His finger pointed to the first section that was highlighted. "Start here."

"You just want me to go?"

"That's the best way to start, right? Show me exactly what you want to do when you go in for that audition." Seokmin looked down at the paper before him, quickly skimming the top highlighted part. He nodded before glancing up one more time at Joshua as he turned his attention towards Seokmin, a completely straight face and focused eyes directed at him. He gulped, nodding his head before opening his mouth to speak.

Seokmin first auditioned for a play in fifth grade, for the school's festival. They were putting on a play of 'The Green Frogs', where Seokmin landed the role of one of the frog brothers who didn't want to listen to his mother. He took the role very seriously, practicing day and night, reading to his sister and getting upset when she wasn't able to read all of the lines back. Seokmin loved preparing for the play. He loved staying after school so he could practice with the other kids. He read the folktale that it was based on to his sister every night, even when she got sick and tired of it because he was just so excited.

He remembered collapsing into a sobbing mess in his room the night before the festival when the costume his mother crafted did not look exactly the same as it did in his mind, the green not being the same shade as the one in his imagination. To this day, he never told her that he didn't like it and brought it to school mentally prepared to be run over with teasing comments from the other kids in the play. His teacher said he looked cute, though. He's acted in every single school play since and decided he wanted to do it as a profession at 14. It's the one thing in life he's never regretted, the one hole in his Swiss cheese brain filled with memories he actually wanted to go back and remember.

When Seokmin made it through the long monologue, his throat was hoarse from the strain he put on it. His mouth closed, eyes casting up to Joshua on the other side of the couch. When he saw Joshua's stunned expression, his cheeks went hot, and he attempted to cover them with the script packet. His eyes darted to the side, staring at his own reflection on the TV.

"Wow," Joshua said, pulling Seokmin's attention up. Joshua leaned back in his seat; arms crossed over his chest. "This role was made for you!"

"...Yeah?" The compliment made Seokmin's eyes sparkle a bit, his voice oozing happiness. Joshua nodded.

"Oh yeah." He said. "If you don't get the lead, I'll be shocked." Seokmin chuckled a bit.

"If you're trying to inflate my ego, it might be working." Seokmin looked back down at the script in his hands, skimming the next section of lines.

"What? I'm dead serious! Read another part." Seokmin cocked an eyebrow, and Joshua smiled. "Go on. Wow me, Lee Seokmin." He smiled. The brunette chuckled a bit, biting his lip shyly.

As the evening went on, Seokmin read some of his lines for an awed Joshua. Each time he looked at Joshua's smiling face on the other side of the couch, munching on the snacks he brought as he listened. As Seokmin finished the last of the lead's lines, he closed the entire packet and set it onto his lap.

"Wow." Joshua smiled. "You're pretty good."

"Just pretty good?" Seokmin blinked. His expression made a smile perk at the corner of Joshua's lips. "Before you said I was destined for the role."

"Well yeah-." Joshua bit off a piece of his cookie and smirked. Once he swallowed, he leaned back. "It's because I'm not auditioning. So, in comparison, it's pretty good." Seokmin chuckled a bit.

"Oh, right. Extra One and The Tree, correct?" Joshua laughed a bit, covering his mouth with the hand that was clasping the half-eaten cookie. Seokmin saw his nose scrunch and his eyelids curl up in half-moons. It made Seokmin smile just a bit himself. "If you think you're so talented-." He tossed Joshua the packet, the sound of the paper hitting his lap making him look back up in surprise. "Let me see you read them."

The quiet minutes between Seokmin tossing the paper and Joshua picking them up made Seokmin shift nervously. Was he too forceful, did he take the joke too far? He couldn't really read Joshua's expression beyond confusion, his eyes scanning the script tossed onto his lap. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were pursed together in a dramatic fashion. When his eyes shot up to Seokmin, he finally was unable to hold back an amused snort.

"What?" Seokmin asked.

"Nothing," Joshua said quickly. "I uh...I'm just taking a second. Getting into the role and whatnot." He offered a cheeky grin at Seokmin, who only nodded as he watched. "Alright, alright." he hit the page with the back of his hand.

Joshua opened his mouth and began spewing the most dramatic - most likely intentionally so - monologue Seokmin had ever heard. His small smile of amusement broke into a grin of joy, clapping his hands together as he watched the serious sight before him. Joshua read one entire monologue, committed to the bit in the best way with his voice changing to sound somewhat royal. As he wrapped up the monologue, Seokmin laughed, hands continuing to applaud him in amusement. "That was great, Hyung. Truly."

Joshua laughed. "I told you." He said. "You must feel better knowing I'm not auditioning, hm?"

"Oh, much better." Seokmin assured playfully. Joshua grinned. "I was nervous for a second."

"I could put all of Hollywood out of business if I wanted too." Joshua's playful arrogance made Seokmin nod in agreement. "Seriously, though."

"You're pretty good at emoting." Seokmin said. "How much of that was serious versus funny?"

Wide eyes made Seokmin choke back another laugh, Joshua putting his hand on his chest. "I was actually being 100 percent serious, thank you. In fact, I was hoping you would have recorded me so I could send it in for my future auditions."

"I thought you weren't going to use your talents to wipe out the entire acting industry." Joshua shrugged, his grin turning cheeky in a way that made Seokmin's heart skip a beat.

"Well, if you're going to be an actor too, I might have to reconsider."

Seokmin blinked. "What?"

Joshua coughed into his hand. "What? Despite oozing natural talent-."

Seokmin immediately diverted from his previous comment, face scrunched up in disgust at the phrasing. "Ew."

Joshua snorted. "I think that I still don't hold a candle to you." Seokmin chuckled a bit. "You looked natural doing it. I could watch it all night."

Seokmin blinked. "Hm?" His cheeks warmed up as the words hit his ears. "You could? It's just me reading lines...."

Joshua nodded. "I know." He said. "And I could watch you read lines all night." Seokmin's eyes immediately fell to his lap, wide in shock as he took in what was just said to him. And he said it so confidently, too! Did he have no shame in his flirting ways? He pressed the back of his hand to his cheek. Unable to read Joshua's face, a small chuckle of amusement from the other side of the couch.

"Ehe, thanks." He said. When he finally had the courage to lift his head back up, it wasn't because he wanted to look at Joshua. Well, he did, but he was too flustered to do so at the moment, only opting for a quick glance at the necklace on his neck. No, the reason he lifted his head up was because his phone vibrated from the coffee table, lighting up as a message popped onto his screen. He leaned over and grabbed it, immediately being met with a message from his sister. He couldn't read the entire thing, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to right now. Even when Eunkyung was in a good mood, a text message from her felt like a gamble and he was not feeling lucky. He must have flipped his phone over quickly, because Joshua was also staring at his phone now.

"Everything okay?" he asked curiously. Seokmin sucked his cheek in between his teeth, nodding.

"Yeah." He assured. "Just my sister."

"You have a sister?" Joshua's eyes sparkled, his voice perking up as he asked the question. "That must be nice. I don't have any siblings."

"Oh." Seokmin felt jealousy raging through his body, but that feeling of jealousy was immediately replaced with guilt for even feeling it in the first place. "Yeah, she's four years younger than I am. She just started college this year back home."

"Awww, that's nice." Joshua smiled. "If she's anything like you, I'd love to meet her."

Seokmin wanted to laugh but he bit it back and swallowed it down so hard it made his throat burn.

"She's something..." he choked out. "A character is maybe the best way I can describe her." Joshua nodded.

"I'm sure you can do better than that." Joshua got comfortable as if he was waiting patiently to hear a long story.

Seokmin shrugged. "There's not much to say-." Yes, there is. "She's going to school for business marketing, I think. But she also wants to go to the States and be a journalist." Seokmin chuckled. "She's got big dreams, I guess." Dreams she can't afford to achieve. Joshua smiled. "She's a bit dramatic, but I guess all 18-year-olds can be a bit sometimes." Not to her extent. "But we get along pretty well for the most part, I guess." When she steps out of the trenches for a few days. "I've always kind of admired her, she's a bit more outspoken than I am." There were no inner thoughts, as this was the truth.

Joshua smiled. "She must be fun."

Seokmin paused for a second. "You could say that." He said, her frantic shouting pounding in his ears like drums that refused to stop beating.

"I wish I had siblings," Joshua said. "Sometimes, at least. Being an only child was only fun for a little while. It'd be nice to have someone around sometimes."

"Oh?" Seokmin watched Joshua's eyes cast to the TV in front of them, then to the cookies he got on the table. Then, he fell to the flipped-over phone on the side. "I don't think you'd say that if you actually had siblings."

"Yeah, but it's not all bad, is it?" Joshua asked.

"No." Seokmin said. He thought of his time back home growing up with a little sister who admired his every move, who desired to grow up and be just like him even though he didn't think there was much to aspire to. He remembered styling his sister's hair each day, or helping her with her homework when it was too hard for her. She loved her older brother, and Seokmin loved her. "No, I guess not."

Joshua smiled at the soft expression that formed on Seokmin's face. "Well, that's good. I'd love to meet her one day." His insistence on the idea of meeting his little sister made Seokmin nod.

"Yeah, maybe." Was all he could think of to respond in hopes of ending the topic there. As silence once again threatened to fall over the duo, Seokmin tried to think of something else he could change the subject to. If silence lingered for too long, Joshua would grow even more bored than he probably already was from hearing about his sibling's ramblings. Seokmin watched Joshua examine his nails for a second, picking at one of them in an attempt to fix a hangnail. He was wondering what beat him down to his feeling of anxiety bubbling in his chest when a bit ago he was beaming and laughing. He wanted to go back to that. He wanted to make Joshua stay just a bit longer. "I know you said you ate but...do you want to stay for dinner?" Joshua looked over, smiling at the offer. "I can make spaghetti."

"Spaghetti?" Joshua chuckled, and the embarrassment that washed Seokmin was hard to contain.

"Well, yeah." He said. "I was going to try and think of a good reason for cooking that, but...." Seokmin laughed nervously. "I watched a movie that was set in Italy last night with Seungkwan and the pasta looked really good." Joshua laughed.

"I love pasta," Joshua said. "That sounds great." Seokmin rose from the couch and headed into the kitchen, Joshua following behind. Seokmin gathered what he needed to start the meal, Joshua settled himself against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. Seokmin set the pot on the stove and turned it on, seasoning the water a bit and allowing it to boil. "I think I have some chicken too that I can grill up."

Joshua's eyes sparkled in excitement, nodding as he watched Seokmin grab the meat. "Do you like to cook?" Joshua asked curiously, watching as Seokmin cut up the meat. Seokmin shrugged, finally feeling the tension that he wrapped himself in a bit ago begin to unwind himself once again.

"I guess." He said. "My mom is a good cook. But I took a lot of the cooking when my mom worked late."

Joshua hummed. It seemed he wanted to ask a follow-up question, his mouth opening and closing once again as he made the decision to ask in the moment. He opted not to, closing his mouth and simply watching Seokmin grab a pan, setting it beside the boiling pot on the stove. "I can't remember the last time I had pasta. I think I was still back in Los Angeles."

Seokmin looked at him. "It must be hard being so far away from your home." Seokmin turned when Joshua said nothing, instead using his teeth to play with his lower lip, tugging at it in every direction so he seemingly did not have to speak. "Oh. Sorry, is that a personal question?" Seokmin asked. Good going, idiot.

"What? Oh, no." Joshua replied almost a bit too quickly. "It was a big adjustment when I first got here, but I think I've managed okay." He smiled. "I plan to go back home for a bit when I graduate next year, before I start job hunting."

"Ah." Seokmin nodded. He still felt bad for making Joshua uncomfortable, but he kept his mouth shut as he put pasta in the pot and put the chicken on the pan to grill it up. "What made you want to come all the way over here? Do you have family in Korea?"

"Grandparents in Busan." He said simply, resting his elbow on the counter to support his weight. "I planned to just stay in America and get my teaching license and probably just teach in LA, but-." He shrugged. "We came here to visit after my first year in college and I really enjoyed it. I couldn't stop thinking about moving here, so I did."

"Wow." Seokmin admired his ability to make such a major decision so easily. He couldn't even begin to process how he would tell his family if he were Joshua. The thought alone was enough to threaten dizziness, so he abandoned it immediately. "That's impressive."

"You think?" Joshua sounded sheepish. Seokmin nodded. "Well thanks, I guess."

The duo stood beside the food as it cooked, the time ticking away among casual chatter and a few giggles. By now, Seokmin had settled into a comfortable routine, standing on a familiar stage as he laughed and chatted for Joshua. He felt comfortable here, on a stage where he played a good and funny host. It eased him for now. As he felt the steam of the boiling water tickling his cheeks, he watched the noodles soften and the chicken browning on all sides.

"So, you watched a movie that took place in Italy?" he asked. Seokmin laughed, nodding in slight embarrassment.

"Yeah." He said. "It was a pretty good movie from what I remember seeing but it was pretty late and I was half-asleep." He peered at the water as it continued to boil. "I only remember one part of the movie because it made me laugh." Joshua was clearly curious, and Seokmin found himself blushing more.

"Well now you have to tell me." Joshua begged. "What was it?" Seokmin continued watching the food cook, flipping a few of the chicken pieces to allow them time to cook evenly.

"Ah, uhm. Alright, the characters were all sitting around the table, and the main character was meeting with these major producers for modeling, I think." He shook his hands out at his sides, Joshua grinning at the sight. "And when they clinked their glasses, they said an Italian greeting." He sighed. Pinching his fingers together, pointing up like a flower waiting to bloom, he shook it with a shout: "SALU-TE!"

Immediately, Joshua doubled over, covering his mouth as he laughed. Seokmin covered his face, laughing despite the embarrassment that threatened to course through his veins.

"Salu-te." Joshua echoed into his hand behind a laugh. "Oh my God, that was great!"

"That was so embarrassing," Seokmin murmured. When he looked out from his hands, Joshua was still grinning in his direction.

"You need to go to Italy and shout that, just like in the movie." Seokmin laughed at Joshua's suggestion. "Come on, do it again."

"What? No!" Joshua laughed again. "I can't believe I even did it once!"

Joshua stepped closer to the stove, putting his hands on his hips. "Come on, aren't you an actor? You shouldn't get so embarrassed!"

"I want to die." He covered his face once again, and Joshua only continued laughing in amusement. "Please forget you ever saw that. Erase it from your memory, please." He squatted down in front of the stove, hoping if he did, he would curl away from the embarrassment that kept threatening him. He was laughing a bit, a smile on his face that he hid away behind shaking hands. Despite this, the Joshua-part in his brain formed pointed hands, all directed at him as they laughed and laughed at him. He hoped that by laughing and smiling it would convince them that he was unbothered, but it only served to tell Seokmin that he wasn't as good an actor as he thought he was.

However, a shadow cast over Seokmin's face, between his fingers, and the laughter went silent. He lifted his head to see Joshua knelt down in front of him, laughter subsiding a bit but his smile remaining. Seokmin's initial thought was shock at how close he was now, but his hands lowered to his knees. "I thought it was very funny." He said. "...In a cute way."

"Oh." Seokmin said softly. Joshua nodded. "It felt very stupid coming out of my mouth."

"Not at all. At least, I didn't think so. It was cute." He seemed to notice Seokmin's nervous tone, as he was speaking gently and easily. His reassuring voice felt like a spring breeze that trickled through the window of the theatre where Seokmin was standing.

Seokmin looked down at his hands as they squeezed his knees. The pointing and laughing fingers were ushered out of the theater that was Seokmin's brain, leaving him just standing on the stage with the stage lights flickering over him. He scanned the audience, now seeing Joshua in front of him where the pointing fingers once were.

Seokmin's eyes dipped down from Joshua's face, and landed on the necklace that sat on his neck. He had been meaning to ask about it, and his desire to change the subject was as good a reason as any. "Did you make that?" he asked. Joshua seemed confused at the question, but Seokmin pointed towards it. "The necklace."

"Oh." Joshua looked down, putting a hand to it. "Yeah." He smiled. "It's a hobby of mine."

"Oh...." Joshua seemed to notice Seokmin's facial features softened a bit, eyes focusing on each bead now that he was close enough to do so. They were mostly white, a few colorful ones scattered throughout to add a pop of color. He even noticed a little pink smiley face on either side, resting right around his collarbones.

"Do you know how to make them?" Seokmin shook his head, and Joshua offered only a gentle smile in response at first. "I can show you if you want. It's pretty relaxing."

Seokmin liked the idea of doing something relaxing. He liked the idea of doing something relaxing with Joshua. As Joshua stood up, offering a hand down to Seokmin, he reached out and took it. Joshua's hands were soft, both in touch and in movement as he guided Seokmin back to his feet. He was still smiling.

"Let's do it after your auditions." He said. "Does that work?"

"Yeah..." Seokmin said.

"I'll come see you so we can make plans right after. I want first dibs on your schedule before you get busy with callbacks."

When Seokmin heard Joshua's promise to make it to his audition, his eyes flashed to the clock on the wall. He already began planning out the schedule for that day, and the uncertainty of Joshua's arrival was something that he did not like. Not at all.

He simply smiled at Joshua and nodded. "Okay..." he said softly.

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🚨SURPRISE IT'S LISTENER APPRECIATION WEEK🚨

Good morning WIWS Nation, I'm excited to announce today is the launch of our second annual listener appreciation week!

"What is listener appreciation week?" you might ask. As a sign of my undying appreciation to the listeners of this podcast and members of the WIWS community, I like to do a surprise week once a year or so to flood you guys with TONS of extra content and other fun promotions during the week! I am so immensely grateful that you guys have enabled me to foster such a wonderful space for nosy gays that sometimes I just have to show you guys with a big bang! Here are some details you need to know!

First things first! I am opening up the Secret Sessions Discord to Ashley Avignone Patrons and up for the week! We have had to close it due to some trolling for the past six months and it's getting so big keeping it safely modded has become a bit of a concern. But we're going to open it to Ashley+ Patrons for the next week and let you guys get grandfathered into it before we close it for a while to keep the size of it under control. It *will* probably be opened up again sometime in the future but it may be only open to higher tiers to again keep the population under control and able to be safely modded. If you want to join it during this special open period simply link your Patreon account to Discord by following these directions.

Secondly HUGE FUCKING ANNOUNCEMENT! Not to bury the lead sorry I didn't want anyone to miss the discord announcement BUT ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND GABRIELLA ARE STARTING A PODCAST AND IT LAUNCHES TODAY! It's called Stay at Home Girlfriends and it's a podcast where you can listen in to get advice from your cool gay aunties! Episode 1 is up NOW and you can listen on Spotify! (More apps coming soon)

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Sunday, August 27th (LIVE NOW!) - Cara joins me on the Patreon for a State of the Gaylor Union. We catch up on all the latest Taylor news including some more convo about Karlie at the Eras Tour, the latest Toe gossip we've heard, and go through all the ships with a brief update on how we feel about them.

Monday, August 28th (LIVE NOW!) - Gabriella joins me on the main pod to go through my original Swiftgron master post! That's right! All this week and into the next couple weeks we'll be covering the best timeline of them all!

AND (LIVE NOW!) Gabriella also joins me on Patreon to do a juicy oversharing Q&A about our relationship!

Tuesday, August 29th - Torry from Ready to be Petty joins me on the Patreon to deep dive into the dark world of Jon & Kate Plus 8!

Wednesday, August 30th - Gabbie joins me again on the main pod to continue our trek through the Swiftgron Timeline!

Thursday, August 31st - Jenna from Date Card Pod joins me on Patreon to catch up on pop culture and check in and see how we're doing with our 2023 pop culture predictions and 2023 resolutions!

Friday, September 1st - Gabbie joins me again on the main pod for more Swiftgron Timeline goodness!

Saturday, September 2nd - Shannon from Fluently Forward joins me on Patreon to catch up on Taylor, Gaylor, and pop culture hot takes!

Sunday, September 3rd - The discord community will remain linked to the Patreon until midnight on this day!

I hope y'all are as excited as I am for THREE main pod episodes and FIVE Patreon episodes this week!!! And I genuinely, truly hope you guys feel the love from me! We have our ups and downs and nobody is perfect, certainly not me. But that doesn't stop me from being SO HUGELY AND IRREVOCABLY GRATEFUL, THANKFUL, AND APPRECIATIVE to all of you for being a part of this weird but amazing little Evidence Based Gossip community!

Remember! You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection. 💙

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shion-yu · 11 months

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Gave myself almost-pneumonia and my couch looks like a damn stock photo.

Since the whole time I’ve been like, “Am I living one of my shitty fanfictions? Coz this sucks.” Let me tell y’all a story.

Cold weather sucks as a severe asthmatic. I moved to the South so I didn’t have to deal with the frigid winters of upstate NY. I’m basically on and off sick until Spring comes (and then there’s allergy season but I digress). I think it’s helped some, but my lungs are just fucked up ok?

Anyways I went to a concert last Saturday and it was freezing. Then I went to the zoo on Sunday with a friend and it was also cold and swarming with kids who don’t know how to cover their mouths when they cough. It was a great weekend but by Tuesday I was sick - great. I had some warning bc my friend I went to the zoo with said they got sick yesterday. But it just seemed like a minor cold and I’ve been through this a million times, I truly did not think it was gonna get too much worse. My asthma was mostly under control and I rested a lot all week.

Thursday I’m more tired, but I start nebulizer treatments and even skip ice skating class and reschedule it for Saturday bc hey, I’m responsible. But Friday I start to feel worse. Like to the point where everybody at work is like wtf go home and one of them told me she’s gonna get me holy water. But it’s okay, it’s still been SO much worse and I’m really fine.

Saturday morning I wake up and I feel like I’m cured. So I go to ice skating class. And maybe I take a little walk in the rain. Bad fuckin idea. By the end of the day I’m having full blown asthma attacks one after the other and sweating like crazy. My abdomen is aching from coughing so much that it hurts to sit up. But I really don’t want to go to the ER. Not again. So I message my pulmonologist and hope I can just say never mind I’m good now by the time he answers on Monday.

That brings us to today, Sunday. I woke up at 6am after only 4 hours of sleep because I can’t stop choking. I’m sneezing and coughing up fluorescent green stuff, my throat tastes like blood and I have a fever. I really, really didn’t want to go to the doctor but it’s time. I drag my sorry ass to urgent care where the entire hour I sit in waiting, everybody who walks by gives me a ‘goddamn’ look because I’m coughing loud enough to alert the entire damn office. I’m so embarrassed bc what if they think I’m being dramatic and wasting time - again? I awkwardly explain my situation and the doctor sends me for CXR. When it comes back he says “Well, you don’t have pneumonia yet but see alllll this stuff here? That’s inflammation. I’m gonna prescribe antibiotics and (way heavier) steroids and you might have bronchitis already but your asthma is so bad that it’s indistinguishable by now. Also with your lungs you probably won’t be able to tell you have pneumonia until it’s pretty bad.”

So anyways, that’s my week. At least I got a lot of writing done for Whumptober - didn’t have to dig very deep to find enough misery to go around to all my fav OCs lol.

#self obs #taken before I got a 10x higher dose of steroids and also antibiotics #brought to you by ~asthma~#almost pneumonia bc the doc said I probably have bronchitis but my asthma is so bad they’re indistinguishable at this point #CXR questionable #so that’s fun #anyways it’d be hot if it wasn’t me so here ya go #sicknario #snzario #snz #snzblr #snz kink #snzfucker #flu whump #illness whump #asthma #coughing

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Can we get 1. “Come over here and make me.”, please?

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I hope you like it! Sorry it took me a while!

Kate Sharma, his hot sexy breathtaking annoying neighbor, was a thief.

When she moved in next door to him months back, he didn't mind her too much. She kept to herself just like he did.

Sometimes they would see each other in the early hours of the morning, nodding to each other in greeting before taking off for their runs towards the opposite direction. Her dog was alright and didn’t make much noise. The guests she had over occasionally, her sister and mother, he assumed, never made too much noise either. All in all, Miss Sharma proved herself to be the perfect neighbor.

Until last month.

It was around that she became a menace. She started to become more and more friendly. Always coming by to give him some baked goods or some dinner, or would ask him for eggs or flour. It didn’t matter if somewhere deep inside him he loved the attention she gave him, basked in the warmth she shone on him. He would avoid her like he avoided everyone else in his life.

“You’re a shy little one arent you. I never see you out and about. What are you avoiding, Mr. Bridgerton?” She said one day when he refused another one of her dinner invitations.

“One day, I’ll get you to come over.” Miss Sharma quipped confidently.

Anthony just grumbled as he shoved a whole carton of eggs at her. Hopefully that would keep her away longer.

But she was persistent. If he never came around, she did every weekend. She came with cooked food or bought over ingredients, to cook food at his place, ordering him around to chop this and stir that until she eventually made herself a vital part of his life.

Until he kissed her.

He didn't know why he did it.

Wrong.

He did know. He wanted to kiss her since the first time he saw her early in the morning when she stepped out for a run. Her head tipped back to soak in the rays, and he saw someone who lived life, and he wanted to know what that felt like. He wanted to ‌taste life’s essence on her lips.

One night she was over at his palace teaching him how to make some pasta dish, and he was at his limit. Who knew food was so sexy? The way she kneaded the pasta dough, the muscles of her arms clenching and unclenching with every move, the way her eyes would roll back when she tasted the sauce, and then when she held out her finger for him to lick, her eyes tempting him like they always did? He was a saint for not ravishing her on the kitchen island.

But he controlled himself. Even when she moaned and awed at the food while eating with him. And he thought he controlled himself when he walked her back to her place.

But then she leaned in close to give him a hug, and the scent of her perfume invaded his senses. He lost it.

Pulling her close, he crashed his lips onto hers, devouring her as if he hadn't eaten just moments ago. Kate kissed back with equal fervor, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head down, closer. Anthony pushed her against the door, trying to ground himself against her when her door swung open and they stumbled in, breaking Anthony from the spell Kate casted over him.

‘I- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–” he stuttered. He cant believe he mauled her like an animal.

“What? Anthony no come inside and we can ta–”

Anthony didn't let her finish and ran back to his home, the sound of him slamming his door surely echoing through out the whole neighborhood.

That was five weeks ago. He avoided her now. He no longer went on his morning runs lest he see her again, and he never answered the door anymore when she came knocking.

And then his clothes started to go missing. As usual, he hung them up to dry outside in his yard every Saturday morning and slowly but surely his clothes started to go missing.

Anthony didn’t go around accusing people of being thieves. He had his suspicions before, but now? Now he had proof.

There Kate lay, the bane of his existence, in her yard, under the light of the morning sun, wearing nothing but his favorite sweatshirt.

She looked as gorgeous as ever. Every time he laid eyes on her her beauty would hit him like a train, and after days on days of not seeing her he gazed at her like a starved man. How did he manage to ignore this goddess for the past month? No, he had to focus. She had his sweatshirt, his favorite sweatshirt, and he needed it back. Now.

Angry, he stalked up to his fence to confront her.

“Miss Sharma!!” He hissed out, "What the hell are you doing wearing my sweatshirt?"

She propped up on her elbows and lowered her sunglasses to look at him.

“Oh hullo Anthony. I see you’re still alive.” she quipped as she got up and walked over to where stood stood at the fence.

“That” he pointed, “Is my mine and I want it back. Now.”

“How can you prove its your shirt? How do you know its not mine?” Kate put her hands on her hip, causing his sweatshirt to ride up a little bit, exposing more of the delicious skin of her thigh.

“Because it’s my college sweatshirt and it has my name on the back so unless you’re changing your name to Bridgerton, it belongs to me.” Anthony hissed.

Kate edged closer. So close he could taste her minty breath and smell the lilies on her skin.

“Is that your way of asking me to marry you, Mr. Bridgerton?” Kate whispered, and his eyes fell closed as her whisper slid down his spine, settling in his soul.

“If you want it back, come over here and make me. My door’s always open for you.” Kate said as she walked away, her hips swaying enticingly.

He was stunned, his mouth hanging open in shock.

#my asks #prompt game #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #kanthony fanfic #inspired by Molly's Italian neighbor who takes her on egg runs

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focusandrelaxforme · 1 year

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Documenting My Subject's Hypno Slavery Journey (Part 8)

- After her subdrop, we took things easy for a bit before getting back into it. Add to that her incoming trip, and just general busyness, and finding time for proper sessions has been difficult.

- That said, my plan is to come up with a more structured approach that will effectively leave her with instructions and guidance even when I can't interact with her directly in the moment.

- Part of that is having her be more available to her husband, so that she gets the feeling of being used.

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Dear Diary,

I feel like I haven't wrote in so long...but in reality its only been a day.. Not a lot has happened since my last entry. I suffered from a bit of a rough sub drop and Master let me take the day to recover. He offered to give me a bit more freedom, but I declined. That makes me feel a bit empty. He was very easy on me...except my "rest" day still involved a 10 min killer ab workout haha. But don't tell him.. I really don't mind.. i crave the control. I need to be under his control...and I desperately need to obey. The last couple days Master has been busy with work and the holiday. And I'm sure he is very tired. So I have found myself alone a lot. Which really only makes me realize how much I crave the control. I really need to find myself a hobby to do when he is busy.. or something he can assign to me. Ill have to think about that. Is it weird that I've grown to miss someone that I've only known for a week? I don't want to be seen as a crazy person. I just got used to him being there I guess. Thankfully he has still been in and out to give me little instructions...which has helped keep.me in check. He instructed me to go deep to do this journal and omg am I going deep right now. Sooo deep. I haven't been this deep in a few days and woah. Spinny!

Anyway.. idk what I am even talking about at this point. Master has promised me that he would help me deal with my anxiety and insecurities. Its embarrassing to admit that I even have the. O want to come across as a sexy confident slave...but with him i melt. And no Master, not like the creepy Indiana jones gif you sent me.

On Sunday we spent all day being sarcastic and fun. I genuinely enjoy my conversations with him...and i hope he feels the same. He has a great sense of humor...and makes me laugh like an idiot at my phone a lot. On Monday I woke up feeling relaxed...and upon putting in my lush for the day, I started to go deep. Maybe it's my lush causing it now? Is that a trigger? Anyway.. i found myself filled with energy and feeling so sassy and confident. I almost feel like I cant mess anything up...like I couldn't make a mistake if I tried. Its weird.. like I felt perfect. It lasted for a few hours at work again like Saturday.. where I was able to be high functioning while also being a deep slave for Master. Something caused me to fall out if it though after a some time. I started to get anxiety and then I was back aware. I was sad to not be happy and deep anymore. Being deep feels so nice. I feel like a happy, calm person . And i feel like my whole body is on edge and just waiting for my Masters next message. I enjoy it.. i have never had these experiences before.

Master has changed my lush instructions a bit to be a little bit safer for my body...just in case. So now I only wear it in the morning until lunch and then sometimes for a little bit at nigh for my workout. Maybe because its a trigger who knows. Well...except him. He knows everything haha.

Today he was at a forth of July party so I was home a lot alone.. but he gave me instructions to be a good slave and show my husband how much freedom. He gets for the 4th. I was to practice my obedience by telling him how deeply enslaved I am and by offering him my mouth all day. He surprisingly only took advantage of it once...and oh my.. was I deep. Master instructed me to forget about it.. but I fully remember now. i laid down my baby for a nap and then went and crawled into bed with him. He snuggled up ne t to my butt..as he always does.. and I shyly whispered that I was enslaved... in hopes he wouldn't judge me.. and then asked if he would like a blow job. He said he was alright at first...because he was half asleep.. but then about 20 mins later he woke me for it. i don't even know what came over me.. I love sucking cock normally...but I reallllly loved it today. I found my pussy aching around my lush as I licked repeatedly up and down my husbands cock and balls. He was moaning and telling me how great it felt. And I kept teasing him with mg tongue and then I would take his cock in my mouth and press it deep... i would fuck my face slowly and then quickly until i gagged on his cock.. then I would go back to licking. This went on for probably 25 mins.. and I couldn't get enough. I just felt hungry . I wanted to be so obedient for my Master.. My husband reached over and pulled down my PJs at one point and found my lush pressed into my pussy. He was a little shocked i think...and rubbed my pussy a little. It felt nice...but no where near as nice as when I was slamming his cock into my mouth for my Master. I could have cum from just that.. but I didn't ask when Master gave me the instructions.. so I was good and just let myself get to the edge. My husband finally came after I started moaning a little and whining.. i couldn't really speak...because I was so deep and into the blowjob.. he stroked his cock for me while I licked his balls and he came on top his stomach. Then I just zoned out and laid on the bed for a few minutes until i was a real person again. Then I found myself happy and bubbly for a while until my anxiety and insecurities settled back in again. I then convinced my husband to take me to get food...and I cried in the car.. not because of Master...but because of my trip coming up. I'm so stressed. How does one accept that their Mother has died.. when you lived in another state and hadn't spoken to her in months.

I don't want to be depressing and I have already filled a whole notepad at this point. Woah.

Umm anyway. I freaking miss my Master.. and I hate it. Why do I miss him. Quit being cute. (But really don't please)

Haha. Anyway ..im watching your comments! Feel free to say hi Xoxo I wrote way too much..

sorry,

slave.

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#hypno girl #hypno journal #hypnokink #hypnotized girl #kittysub #hypnosis #irlhypnosis #hypnosub

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Advice for the Living, From Dead Girl:

Read as published in the UNSWeetened online journal 2024 under the Warmth prompt at: https://www.arc.unsw.edu.au/publications/unsweetened-literary-journal/unsweetened-online-2024/advice-for-the-living-from-dead-girl or, read below:

Advice for the Living, From Dead Girl, Magazine #143, April 1995.

1. Busy Bathrooms and Pre-Drinks

Q) Heya, Dead Girl! Love your column, your advice is always soooo good, so I thought I’d ask you. I have a friend who’s throwing a massive rager this Saturday, and normally when we go to parties we head to hers for pre-drinks and prep, so now we’re all debating who should host the prep party before hers. Candance has the nicest bathroom, but Lickory’s parents leave their drinks out in an unlocked cabinet, but I have the most make-up and the cutest clothes so if they wanna borrow them I think they should come to mine. soooo who would you recommend take charge for pre? also do you have any easy pre-party cocktail recipe recs? Thnx in advance!

A) The slide of girl body across girl body. Flighty beings passing each other in a hazy rush of thrown clothes and mascara. Every girl in this room carries themselves with the relaxed ease of someone getting ready to put on an old, familiar performance. Even then there’s the buzz of excitement under their thin skins. Blush for one, big lashes for the other, in the mirror I do my eyeliner thick and black, we all put on the outfits for our favorite roles. Picked over time, experimentation from younger years disappearing into familiar routine, until the day we grow bored of this particular role, and its script. When that day comes, we’ll change skins, but we are young and the now feels like a forever. The bathroom I apply my lipstick in was not always familiar to me. The first time I’d fumbled around it, embarrassed, but with frequent visits her place becomes a little bit mine and I remember it’s details now as well as I do my own. Where the birth control pills are kept, and the medicine for headaches, and the tampons. In plastic cups we pour out lemonade and vodka. Cheap and easy. She hands me hers when I ask for one, goes to the kitchen to make herself another. I’m always careful with my lipstick stains on cups. I place it right over hers. Dead Girls’ Advice: Fight for what you want, but drinks always taste better from a friend.

2. Bonfires

Q) Whatsuppp Dead Girl, the boys put me in charge of the bonfire at the Montgoms’ beach party next week, but I have like no idea how to make a bonfire. Can’t swap jobs with the guys coz I have no money for drinks and I sure as hell ain’t stayin’ sober to be DD. Got any advice on how to make a big ass fire and not die? No offense.

A) The details of the car ride there are forgotten in girl giggles and the hoots of boys in the front seats of the massive truck, but we all know when we’re there. From a distance the glow is soft but when we’re tromping down towards the party, we can feel the heat simmer against our skin. Almost a threat. Sweat from dancing and the summer and the fire. The drinks come from coolers brought by someone or the other, but by the time they reach our hands they are warm with body heat and the fire. Someone paranoid mentions vaguely the dangers of having a bonfire in the middle of the woods but their friend tells them to stop being a baby. Throws in a few large logs, pre-cut and prepared. Douses the base of the fire in kerosene. It flickers in the liquid then grows when it realizes it is being fed, flames reaching towards the burning stars in the sky. There is something alight in the center of the dancing throng and it makes us party harder, there is something alight in my center when I look at her and it makes me drink more. Dead Girls’ Advice: Wood and fuel and hope and pray.

3. Whiskey

Q) Dead Girl, please help me! I snuck out a bunch of stuff from my parent’s alcohol cabinet a couple of weeks back for a friend’s hang thinking they’d never notice, but my parents just said they’re having a surprise Family gathering or something and they’re gonna bring out the fancy stuff. Dead Girl, I drank all the fancy stuff!!! Do you know anything that tastes kinda like fancy liquor? vodka, whiskey and white wine in particular. Please reply ASAP!!!!

A) The heady rush in my head has a price and it’s the burning feeling of alcohol down my throat. Each shot of whatever I’m being passed makes me cough. I drink another anyways. And another, and another. I know what whiskey tastes like, and tequila, sometimes when I’m invited to family dinners at her place, her parents will pour me a half-glass of wine. They want to raise us sophisticated, besides, we’re all almost adults now. At this point not even God could distinguish the brown sloshing liquids from each other, but if they can get me wasted, their going down. Cheap stuff, expensive stuff, warm or cold, with enough in you and a desperation for more, so you can’t tell the difference. The lightweights are already throwing up. She’d brought me cinnamon donuts once, when I was hungover, and it tasted like bread, but she’d said the carbs would be good for me, so I ate the whole box. I still threw up. She rubbed the space between my shoulder over a toilet bowl, so nowadays I always drink too much. Dead Girls’ Advice: No-one can tell the difference far enough in, and cinnamon tastes a little bit like everything good.

4. Touch

Q) ok, so here me out Dead Girl. Last week I hung out with this really cute guy from my science class. He’s been my lab partner since winter (his partner dropped out and mine threw up on the frog we were dissecting). We’ve hung out before a bunch of times since then and he’s always been really nice but this time something was… different? He was a lot nicer and more gentlemanly, opening doors and paying for stuff. You should’ve seen the way he looked at me. He was also wayyy more touchy like pushing my hair out of my face and linking arms while we walked around, and he even held my hand on the way home! I swear he wanted to kiss me before he left but he didn’t, and ever since then he’s been keeping his distance and barely talking to me. Should I bring it up with him, or am I just reading way too much into innocent touches?? It’s all I’ve been thinking about recently, please give me some advice so I know what to do.

A) Everyone is here, everyone is loud and everyone’s a little drunk, so the music goes all the way up, and the wild dancing starts. Bodies against bodies, boys and girls and a thin shine of sweat reflecting in the strong firelight. At some point in the night, she comes back to me and we’re dancing. Her warm skin against mine, the wild thump of my heartbeat, blood rushing to my face. She’s my best friend, so I know about her crushes, and the boys she’s kissed, the ones she fucked, the one she took in the backseat of his car an hour ago. But her chest is against my back, her breath against my ear, her hands burning imprints into my waist, and she’s playing a cruel game, but she makes me feel warm, so I let her. I know the truth, but I don’t want it, so I let her keep her lies and she lets me keep her touch. Dead Girls’ Advice: Let it happen.

5. Adrenaline

Q) Hey Dead Girl, need some advice. Ages ago me and a bunch of my buddies went skydiving and it just lit something in me, I got hooked on the adrenaline rush. Took up climbing, skiing even skateboarding (I can do some rad flips on that thing). Recently a buddy of mine bought his second motorbike, so I bought his old one off him. Took it for a spin got hooked immediately. I’ve always been a safe driver but it’s different here on the bike, the rush is crazy good, and a few risks never hurt anyone but my parents have started getting really stressed. They’re always on my ass about it and are even talking about confiscating her I know I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie but how do I get them to keep their cool so I can keep my bike.

A) At the end of the night, we all clamber back into the same big truck. The boy at the wheel is clearly tipsy, but he’s the least far gone. We let him stick his keys in the ignition and tell ourselves it’s a quiet road anyways. I hesitate, remembering vague warnings from teachers and mothers, but she climbs in, so I do too. We’re driving a little too fast with the windows down and the wind in our hair, screaming along poorly to late night hits on the radio. She looks at me and grins when our song comes on, her eyes on me make a thrill run down my spine, she takes my hand at the chorus and my voice grows hoarse as it struggles to make space for my heart. Everything is too much and too fast, but it feels good. The way my stomach flips and my organs swerve wildly, the way my lungs compress on themselves as my ribs crash downwards in a rushed and surprised exhale. It’s because I am feeling like this that I don’t notice. I see her brows furrow and then her eyes widen, and then the car is wrapping itself around a tree. The iron crumpling, the glass shattering, my heart seizing, and her scream. Dead Girls’ Advice: If it’s worth it, it’s worth it. Through thick and thin.

6. Blood

Q) Dead Girl, Are you real? Do you feel? Do you bleed?

A) Red is a warm color, and it is warm everywhere on the tarmac. She is lying near me. I’m reaching for her, and I think she is reaching for me. Everything hurts in a faraway sort of way, and I can’t feel her but her warmth mixes with mine. Dead Girls�� Advice: Everyone knows warmth.

7. Gasoline

Q) Oh my god Dead Girl I JUST got this brand-new car for my birthday and it’s literally the coolest thing ever but like paying for it is sooo expensive and I literally barely made enough for Rego this month!!! Don’t even get me started on how much gas costs like… fuel prices these days are like… stupid insane. Do you think I should not use my car for a while? But like… ugh, I canNOT take public transport again. Help me Dead Girl!?

A) My head hurts, and there’s a strong smell coming from the car. “Is that gasoline I smell?” It’s a quote from her favorite movie. I remember it because even now I want to see things through the lens of her. Things are always better that way. Nothing is good about this, but my fingertips are almost brushing against hers. Dead Girls’ Advice: Make the choice and die with it.

8. Fire

Q) Confession time Dead Girl. I know you aren’t what you say you are, everyone thinks you’re so nice and helpful, but I know better. Reply to this with your phone number and pick up when I call, or I’ll burn the place on 21st and 6th down. Talk to you soon Dead Girl.

A) Something sparks and a warm light illuminates her, but I can’t see her face, so I don’t know if she’s alive. I have to know. I try to get up, but my body won’t listen to me anymore. I wish I’d told her to get out, I wished I’d made her stay with me instead, I wish I’d told her the truth about what I felt, back when I was so sure I still had time. I make one last desperate move as the small engine spark becomes something bigger, becomes a real regret. I manage to at least wrap my hand around hers. Everything is so warm, but I feel so cold. Dead Girls’ Advice: I know fire better than you, and I know loss better than you too. Yellowpages, 1997 (2nd Revised Edition) P#0415825710 Switchboard Operator 87 in Coleeon, to STD Call 133.56.78 Area Code 83. Near 14th and 4th. Don’t threaten Dead Girls. They’ve got nothing to lose.

9. Cold.

Q) Hey Dead Girl, heard this is your last article for this magazine. You have no idea how sad I am to hear that; I’ve been reading this magazine for years and you quickly became one of my favorite writers. I trek from my apartment to the gas station or grocery every 2nd Saturday to buy it. I have no idea what I’m going to do without your advice every month. Please update us if you start an advice column in another magazine. Or if you decide to try out the new internet thing all the kids are using. Gonna miss reading you here, but still NEED your advice. Please don’t stop writing!

A) Cold, cold, cold, even as the world around me burns. I wonder if I’m going to hell, people always say girls like me go to hell. I hope she isn’t there too, I hope she follows. Then I stopped thinking, or hoping, or feeling anything at all. She was all alone now. I’m sorry. Dead Girls’ Advice: I’m sorry.

10. Warmth.

Q) Thanks for everything Dead Girl, it’s been a good run, any last piece of life advice for your loyal readers before we say farewell forever? – Much love, your editor.

A) When I woke up again, she wasn’t there, and it was a small consolation. Everything here is dark and foggy and cold and naturally, dead. I was a little warmer than the other’s though. Because she wasn’t here. I looked everywhere and she was gone, but the memories of her kept me warm, and I imagined what it’s like for her back where she is. I hoped it was good. I hoped I got the chance to hear all about it one day. My heart didn’t beat, but it felt, and it hoped, so it existed, so I am warm. Dead Girls’ Advice: Keep the memories forever. Even after all the pain they still glow warm.

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ON THE NAIL! - Every Game Counts Down the Stretch

The Nailers couldn’t quite get it done last weekend, losing Friday at Cincinnati and Saturday at Fort Wayne before coming home and getting a much-needed win against the Cyclones Sunday. What happened in these three games to cause the results to be what they were? Another rough weekend for the Nailers, who somehow find themselves sticking around the top of the division despite struggling a bit recently (but more on that a little later). Like I said last week, with Wheeling having the rest of their games this regular season against division opponents, it’s imperative they find ways to earn as many points as possible, while keeping their opponents from gaining what’s known as the “loser point”. Earning only two out of a possible six points makes it rather difficult to stay in the race in such a competitive division. In the Friday contest against Cincinnati, neither team was able to do much to take control early. Both teams had some good scoring chances, but both goalies stood tall to keep from giving up an early lead, and the two teams left the ice tied at zero. The second period started off as more of the first, as both teams pushed but neither were able to score until, just over seven and a half minutes into the period, Cincy finally got their first past Taylor Gauthier to break the deadlock. The Nailers pushed hard to try to tie the game back up, but couldn’t get one in through Talyn Boyko, the keeper for the Cyclones, until they got a late power play. While Wheeling wasn’t able to net one with the advantage (going 0-for-3 on the night overall), it took just 25 seconds after the Cincinnati player returned for the puck to pop onto the stick of Justin Lee who shoveled it into the goal to tie it back up heading to the final frame.

In that third period, both teams took penalties early on, but neither power play group was able to get the leading goal. Unfortunately, Shaw Boomhower took a slashing penalty just under seven minutes into the period, and the Cyclones did finally solve Gauthier once more to earn the 2-1 lead with only 11 minutes left in regulation. While the Nailers tried hard to get back that goal and at least force overtime, it wasn’t to be and Wheeling left town with the regulation loss and zero points to start the weekend. The Nailers went into Saturday’s game with a number of issues, between injuries and callups, that caused them to play with two less players than a full roster, meaning everyone would need to step up their game if they wanted to have any hope of winning. Wheeling came out hot, shooting the lights out to the tune of 16 shots on goal in the first, but the defense didn’t do much to keep the puck away from Christian Propp, who was between the pipes for the Nailers, with 17 shots making it on goal. The Nailers were able to get on the board first off the stick of David Jankowski with just over seven minutes left in the period, but the Komets answered exactly two minutes later in the power play and got one more before the end of the period to go to the locker room up 2-1. The second period started quickly, with Fort Wayne picking up another goal on a 5-on-3 power play to take a two-goal advantage just over three minutes in, but you could tell the Nailers weren’t ready to roll over yet. Approaching the middle of the frame, Peter Laviolette made a good play and got the puck to Tanner Laderoute who found the net to cut the lead in half and, with just over five minutes left in the period, Jarrett Lee pounced on a rebound off a Justin Lee shot to tie the game back up and give some life back to Wheeling. That was short lived however, as the Komets took their lead back just 13 seconds later, and the score remained 4-3 Fort Wayne going into the final period. As the game entered the third period, you could just tell the lack of bodies on the bench was gassing the Nailers, and it didn’t help when the Komets extended their lead to two once again just under three minutes in, then to three just three and a half minutes later, this time with a shorthanded goal. Wheeling pushed hard and tried to get back into it and did find a way to score with just over six and a half minutes remaining off of the stick of Isaac Belliveau, but when Coach Derek Army pulled the goaltender for the extra skater late in the period, Fort Wayne scored the empty netter with less than a minute left and took home the 7-4 victory. Coming home for the last game of the weekend against the team that beat them on Friday, the Nailers were able to bolster their lineup and get back to the full complement of skaters thanks to players being sent back down from Wilkes-Barre/Scranton. Things were pretty even early in the first until a huge two-minute stretch for Wheeling gave them a 3-0 lead just past halfway through the period, thanks to goals by Matthew Quercia, Evan Vierling, and Peter Laviolette. One of the players down from the Baby Penguins, Maxim Cajkovic, earned assists on two of the three goals in the period by the Nailers. Everything was going well until, with just over four minutes remaining in the period, Cincinnati got one in past Taylor Gauthier to make it 3-1, which ended up being the score when the horn sounded. In the second, Cincinnati upped the pressure a bit, but couldn’t do anything to solve Gauthier and the score remained a two-goal advantage for Wheeling until, just before the halfway mark of the period, Vierling scored his second goal of the game, this time on the power play, to give the Nailers another three-goal advantage. Despite their repeated efforts to get back into the game, the Wheeling defense did a good job of keeping the space in front of the goal clear and forcing the Cyclone offense to come from a distance, which helped keep the score where it was leading to the third and final period of the weekend. The third period was a bit less gentlemanly, with both teams combining for eight penalties in the period, including four penalties being called at the same time (delay of game on the Nailers, one on the Cyclones, and two penalties at the same time on Cajkovic), which is something you don’t see very often. Earlier in the period, on another penalty against Cincinnati, Wheeling was able to score another power play goal, this time by David Jankowski (with another assist going to Cajkovic for his third point of the game), and the Nailers had a 5-1 advantage before things got out of hand. When the final horn sounded, the two teams combined for a total of 36 minutes in penalties for the game, but Wheeling came away with the big two points after getting their first win of the weekend. It’s a short weekend for the Nailers this week, with games on Friday and Saturday back in Fort Wayne. What does Wheeling need to do to come home with (hopefully) four points? I can only imagine that one of the worst things about playing in the ECHL is having to play three games in three days and having that third game start earlier in the evening than the other two did. For example, if the Nailers did have a Sunday game this weekend in Fort Wayne, I’m certain it would start at 4:00 pm local time. And that’s after playing a game the night before at 6:30 pm, and the night before that at 7:00 pm. By the time that last game came around, my legs would probably feel like jelly and, depending on the type of game you play, your body could be quite sore. So, when a weekend like this comes along where you only have two games, you have to take advantage of it and play your heart out for those two games and use the free day on Sunday to get your rest and recuperate. As for the opponents for these games, the Nailers have now faced the Komets four times this season after last Saturday’s game, and they own a record of 0-4-0 against them, which makes these two games even more important. Fort Wayne barely sits in a playoff spot, tied with Kalamazoo in points to be in fourth place in the division (although the Wings have three games in hand over the Komets), but they’re only three points behind the Nailers and the Fuel to move up in the standings. That means if Fort Wayne finds a way to win both games in regulation, Wheeling will fall down the standings and possibly be out of a playoff spot, so this proves just how important every game will be from here to the end of the season. On the season, the Komets haven’t been that great of a team at home, holding a record of 12-12-1-2 in their barn, although they did just pick up a win over Wheeling in that building. Fort Wayne has the second-best attendance in the entire league so far this year, averaging over 8,000 fans per game, so the Nailers will be going into a very hostile environment for these two games. I think a big thing to watch for is who can score first in each contest, as both teams have good records in games where they earn the first goal (Wheeling has done so in 31 of their 56 games this season, whereas Fort Wayne has done it in 26 of 56 contests). If the Nailers can go in and get the first one on the board quickly and quiet the crowd, there’s no question they can find a way to come out with four very important points. Despite their recent record of 3-7 in their last 10 games, the Nailers still sit in second place in the Central Division, tied in points with Indy, but the Fuel have a game in hand. What is the path for Wheeling to assure a spot in the playoffs with 16 games left to go? It’s a little funny that, despite their somewhat pedestrian record as of late, the Nailers still find themselves up so high in the standings, although that position is rather precarious. I feel like that’s a testament to just how good their division has been this year top to bottom, where the gap between first and fourth place is only 12 points, the closest out of all the divisions in the ECHL currently. In fact, in the North Division, Adirondack sits 22 points clear of the last team in the playoffs in their division, and in the Mountain Division, Kansas City (who has already clinched a playoff spot with 17 games remaining in their season) enjoys a 33-point lead over the team in fourth place. The only other division that’s rather close is the South Division, where Greenville has a 13-point advantage over the fourth-place team, and 16-point gap over the first team out. The Central Division, from top to bottom, only has a gap of 22 points total, which seems like quite a bit this late in the year but is surprisingly close with only a few weeks remaining. As for Wheeling’s path to return to postseason play, the obvious answer would be to win. The more wins they get down the stretch, especially if they can pick them up in regulation, the better their chances of keeping the teams below them where they need to be. But I think just as important is who they pick up those wins against. With how close they are in the standings, having four games remaining against Fort Wayne (including the two this weekend) really stands out. I think the Nailers need to win three out of the four, and hopefully keep the Komets from getting points in at least two of those contests, to think they can keep them in the rearview mirror. In addition to that, Wheeling also has three games next week against the last place team, the Iowa Heartlanders, and those are games they have to take advantage of as well. If the Nailers can find ways to earn wins against the teams they should beat that are behind them in the standings right now, there’s no reason we can’t see the return of Wheeling to playoff action next month. The Nailers made some roster moves this week, trading “future considerations” to both Maine and Idaho to bring in for forward William Provost and defenseman Colin Van Der Hurk. What do these guys bring to Wheeling to help this team get into the playoffs? Well, as Derek Army told me during the Coaches Show this week when I asked him about these moves and what qualities these guys have that made him want to bring them to Wheeling, he said they have “a pulse”. Obviously, he said that tongue-in-cheek, in reference to the game they had to play last weekend shorthanded, but from what I’ve seen about these guys, I think there’s a lot to look forward to with them coming to the Friendly City. Provost is in his second season in the ECHL after playing six games last season for Fort Wayne, but he’ll be suiting up for his fourth team this season when he joins the Nailers on the ice. He played three games for the Komets this year, followed by 15 for the Allen Americans and 26 for the Mariners, combining for eight goals and 15 assists for 23 points. His primary position is center, which is an area Wheeling could use some help at and, despite not scoring a power play goal yet this year, he does have four assists with the man advantage, which tells me he’s able to set up teammates in those situations. I look forward to seeing what he can do with some of the skillful players already on the Nailers roster. As for Van Den Hurk, adding a right shot defenseman is always helpful, as they’re not as common as you might expect. He has only played six games in the ECHL this season, his first as a professional, after playing 28 games for Lakehead University this year before turning pro. In those six games with the Steelheads, Colin has two assists from the blueline and, even more importantly, has a plus/minus of +3. For a guy getting his first taste of professional hockey, that’s very impressive that he’s been able to make his mark on the offensive end, while helping to keep points off the board for the opponents. I hope he comes into Wheeling and finds his way into the lineup and plays just as well for the Nailers. Two weeks from this Saturday, during their only homestand of March, the Nailers will be holding Wizards and Wands night for the second year in a row. What are your thoughts on this exciting promotion? Last year’s Wizards and Wands night was such a huge hit, the Nailers couldn’t help but bring it back again for another go. I usually don’t look too closely at promotions when deciding on going to a game or not, instead choosing to focus on who the opponent is and how important of a game it is. But when it’s something that was as fun as this one was last year, I can’t help but be excited for it. It also helps that this game will be against the team that is becoming our new biggest rival in Fort Wayne, but the promotion in and of itself is enough to be a big draw. The first 1,700 people through the door will get their own magic wand, and trust me, these things are industrial strength to say the least. I’m pretty sure mine from last year weighed approximately 37 pounds. In addition to that, there will be a sorting hat station on hand to see what house you should be sorted into, butter beer available for sale, a game of quidditch during the intermission, and many other fun things around the arena. I highly encourage everyone looking to make it out to this game to pick up your tickets now, seeing as they sold out quickly last season, and I look forward to seeing you all there for the game. Read the full article

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