#ok but they act like he’s teeny tiny

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the stars org loves to be normal about logan’s size (5’8”, 171lbs)

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the better friend

f!reader x san x mingi ft ateez smut | mdni 7.3k a good friend lets a friend watch but a better friend lets him join nsfw tags under the cut

idol!au, dom bf!san, switch simp!mingi (rengoku hair mingi because im weak for him), a teeny tiny bit of plot, san is an evil genius in this, biting, marking, exhibitionism/voyeurism (mingi peeping at reader and san), sensory deprivation (blindfold), suspicion of dubcon but it's cleared out, masturbation (m), oral (m), fingering (f), threesome with sangi, unprotected sex (don't do that kids), praises and degradation (good girl, darling, princess... but also slut, whore, etc), lots of begging, so. much. teasing, kitty slaps <33333 (san is the kitty slapper™), finger sucking (f & m), ruined orgasm (f), dumbification (reader and mingi are fucked stupid), sloppy seconds, cum play (lots of cum), multiple orgasms (f & m), overstimulation (m), facial (f), a bit of spit kink, squirting, lowkey wholesome ending (we love to see it)

this a sequel to the good friend but it can be read as a stand alone. you just have to know san and reader have been dating for a long time and mingi has been simping for reader for almost as long.

a/n: i really went all in tbh. i dont know what happened but like. this fic is filthy and I LOVE IT. also consider this our collective manifestation prayer circle to achieve barricade tickets for the upcoming tour <3

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Usually you wouldn’t watch the concert from the crowd. San said it would be too distracting to see you in the pit of faces along with the cheering crowd of entranced fans. Moreover, he could perform any song for you whenever you wanted, you simply had to ask. But you always argued it wasn’t the same looking from backstage because the angle was all wrong and the sound wasn’t as clear. And for the private concerts, they didn’t have the sparkly outfits and San didn’t have the same drive, the same aura he had on stage.

“Even with the best will in the world I can't cheer as loud and stroke your ego as good as a crowd of tens of thousands of Atinys chanting your name in unisson.” 

San only sighed. All those points were indeed valid. And he had to admit defeat.

“Just this once, ok?” and you practically jumped in his arms and kissed him all over his pretty face which traded the deep creases between his straight brows and the pout for an amused smile on his lips. “But you gotta promise me to blend in” he said sternly, momentarily getting out of the array of kisses to make sure he got his point across. You nodded firmly.

“Don’t worry too much about it Sannie~”  you said before hugging him again. 

“Yeah…” he said and you felt his cheek lifting against yours once more. An idea blossomed within him.

***

The concert was insane. You were so glad you had finally convinced your performer boyfriend. Being there in the crowd felt so much different from backstage. There you could cheer and enjoy the show in a way that was so much more intense and raw. You screamed and chanted and sang. You did everything. Yeosang even waved at you and you waved back. But it all felt and looked like a normal fan to idol interaction. So you were doing a pretty good job at keeping your promise to your boyfriend.

Speaking of the devil, that man captivated you. His aura on stage was unparalleled. His moves were sharp, his eyes focussed, his voice powerful and stable. He was incredibly professional. 

He perfectly conveyed every emotion of each act so perfectly. His delivery carried out sorrow and depth throughout the emotional songs and his moves inspired power and aplomb during the upbeat and energetic ones.

The fact that he still manages to surprise you every time with his talent and drive is incredible in itself. You were there every step of the way of his journey. You met a kid with a dream and now you stood in front of a man with passion. 

And what a man he was. You couldn’t get enough of him, enough of the way he moved so effortlessly on stage, enough of the way his presence filled the venue entirely. You couldn't take your eyes off him. The way the tight black sleeveless top hugged his frame, how his broad shoulders moved and accompanied every beat, how the sweat rolled off his temples and neck to get soaked by the black fabric, how his prominent muscles flexed and relaxed, the way the light bounced off his glossy bronzed skin. 

He was born to be on this stage of that you were convinced without the shadow of a doubt. 

But curiously when you weren’t eyeing your boyfriend like candy you found your eyes weirdly gravitating toward another member… Mingi. Well, no it wasn’t that weird, after all Mingi was your friend, a very good friend. Yeah it was only normal that you wanted to witness him in his element too. 

A friend cheering for a friend. 

Everything was perfectly normal. Everything? Even the thrill you felt when he delivered powerful and incisive rap verses with that low voice that was his signature? Even the tingle you felt in your guts when you saw him perfectly execute the body waves? Even the heat rushing to your chest and face when you saw the way his flexible hips rolled and thrusted? Even the unquenchable thirst you felt when you noticed the way his lips rounded up around the water bottle as he threw his head back and swallowed in big gulps, droplets of sweat running down the column of his throat and dripping at the soaked ends of the bright orange and red hair? Yes! Normal! Everything. Just normal…

But what was it, that you felt your eyes locked with his and you noticed he was also watching you. A fleeting second that seemed to last for a lifetime, hung in between the tensed and humid air. A second that silenced the crowd around you. And as quick as your eyes met his, the contact was broken. 

San once again smirked.

And the show went on.

***

When the show ended you waited a little for the venue to empty. Some people were still hanging around chatting excitedly about the fresh core memories they had made or taking selfies to ensure the memories stayed vivid for a long time. But you managed to sneak behind the barricades unnoticed. 

You found the members exchanging and laughing at some minor unnoticed mistakes that happened that you didn’t even catch.

“Y/n-ah!!” Wooyoung was the first one to notice you. And he wrapped his arms around your nape lovingly. “How was the show? Did you like it? Who was the most handsome back there? Was it me? Don’t say San or I will get mad! It was me, wasn’t it?”

You only laughed returning his warm embrace.

“You’re lucky Mingi isn’t here when you get this handsy with y/n” Yunho remarked, crossing his arms on his chest. You and Yeosang were the only ones that appeared remotely confused by the statement. 

“You mean San?” Yeosang asked, in an attempt to clear out the confusion but Yunho only shook his head.

“San doesn’t mind it as much.” Yunho added.

“Mingi is the one that only tolerates San being all touchy touchy with y/n” Seonghwa said, as he was removing his mic pack from his back pocket. 

You were still very much perplexed but when you went back to look at Yeosang he was just nodding knowingly in approbation. You decided to not pay more attention to the strange exchange because you only wanted to congratulate San.

“Speaking of my wonderful boyfriend. Any idea where he’s hiding?” 

Hongjoong shrugged as he looked around. 

“San and Mingi already went back to the dressing rooms, I think” Jongho said. 

“Thanks big baby” you said, ruffling his hair and fleeing instantly while you heard him complain about it in the distance. 

Once you reached the hall of individual dressing rooms you rushed to San’s door ready to barge in before you heard a muffled conversation coming from the other side. You couldn’t make much of what was being said but you recognized the voices without a doubt. You decided to knock before letting yourself in carefully.

“Oh! y/n, baby” San rushed to you as soon as you entered while Mingi stood there and gave you a silent nod and an awkward half smile (the signature business smile as Yunho liked to call it). You returned the smile, perfectly mirroring Mingi’s awkwardness. “So how was the show?” San continued paying no mind to Mingi anymore, solely focussing on you.

“I’m gonna get going” Mingi said, somewhat hurriedly before walking past you and heading towards the door. Before closing it he exchanged a knowing glance with San who returned it with a nod, you tried to decipher the unreadable expression on your boyfriend’s face but to no avail. And your tall fire haired friend disappeared promptly behind the door. Something felt strange about the whole ordeal but you couldn't pinpoint it. 

But after the tension you felt looking at Mingi during the concert you didn’t have it in you to bring it up, to bring him up. You wanted to focus on your boyfriend. That was the best thing to do… for everyone.

“So~ baby ~. Did you enjoy yourself?” San asked and he snaked his strong arm around your waist, his skin still had a light sheen of sweat about it.

“You were incredible!!” you said enthusiastically, trying your best to get rid of the outlandish feeling and the lingering guilt.

“Was I, huh? Really?” he said, curious to hear more. You knew how much San liked to be praised so you went on.

“You’re the performer of the century! Your voice was so good like baby your mic was ON!” San nestled his face in the crook of your neck.

“Go on” he said as he was planting soft kisses on your skin. His hands were now roaming your body sliding up your arms and down your spine to the small of your back and up again. He was really enjoying the praises, so much so that the atmosphere shifted again to feel a little heavier, a subtle change that you picked up on right away. After dating San for so long you knew him all too well to not know what the soft touches and gentle kisses on your neck meant. So you matched his energy. What better way to chase away Mingi’s memory than to let your boyfriend fuck you stupid until you could only remember his name and the way his cock felt inside you?

“Yes. You looked so focussed and you looked so good.'' Another kiss and another, slower, lingering, warm. “I couldn't take my eyes off you” you felt him smirk against your skin. That was a lie. He knew that but somehow that lighted a fire in him. And he threw a look to the ajar door of the dressing room.

“Fuck you smell so good baby” San huffed pushing his hardening cock onto your hip and you bit your lip to repress a moan. “It was so hard not to look at you while you were down in the pit” He breathed against your skin. “I wanted to make you step on that stage and take you right there.” He pushed his cock with more intent onto you. “I wanted everyone to see you. I wanted everyone to know what a good little slut you can be for me” This time the kiss had more teeth, you felt him bite onto your neck. “Can you imagine? All those eyes on you?” 

This mere vision had you moaning and throwing your head back. In a flash your brain played it like a movie for you: you, sprawled out onto the stage, being a good girl for your boyfriend. Your face flushed and your folds glistening with need. While he pushed into you under the roars of the crowd. Under their gaze. Under his gaze. Mingi looking at you being fucked full of cock and cum. Mingi looking at you… The thought sent a wave of arousal through your guts and you felt your panties becoming uncomfortably wet.

“Fuck” San complained in a short breath, his rumbling voice bringing you back. “I want you so fucking bad” the urgency that laced his low voice made the carnal confession that much more real. The sexual tension was almost palpable.

“Then what are you waiting for?” you said teasingly, pressing your thigh up his groin and you felt him melt into the skin of your neck with a small gasp. You smirked, satisfied.

“Fuck baby you’re so so bad” he teased and extended his hand to the clothing rack of gaudy and studded stage outfits that was next to you. “I want us to play today” his fingers interlaced with a silk scarf that you believed belonged to one of Yunho’s fits from a previous stage. “What about a little sensory deprivation play? What do you say baby?” He asked, holding the makeshift blindfold. 

You thought of it for a second. Any other time you would have jumped on the occasion but now… your goal was precisely to look at San to forget… well everything else. There’s really no telling what your imagination will run to if your eyes aren’t able to only take in the figure of your boyfriend. And that scared you a little bit. San sensed it right away.

“You know you can trust me right?” you knew that much of course you could trust him. But could you trust yourself?  

“I know what you like, baby don’t worry. Let’s try something new, okay?”

“Okay” you finally exhaled.

***

Mingi didn’t know what he was still doing there. Hunched over and peeping through the small gap of the door like a creep. He should go, he should have gone a long time ago. That was just a crazy idea. What kind of friend just agrees when he’s asked to watch his friend and his girlfriend (who also happened to be his crush) fuck? He should have declined and left but no. He said yes. And he didn’t even think twice, didn't even question it. He just blurted yes like a pathetic simp that’s been waiting for the occasion forever. (That was true unfortunately but Mingi wasn’t ready to admit that to himself). Now San probably thought he was a weird fucking pervert. A fucking freak. But he wasn't…right? Right! Yeah, of course he wasn’t! So he should leave… He should leave like now. But he couldn't.

He couldn’t when he saw your face change as San buried his face into your neck. He loved the way your eyes changed when he saw San roll his hips against yours. The whole aura about you changed, your gaze darkened but also your voice. It became lower, more sultry. He couldn’t make out what you two were saying but he didn’t have to because the non verbal language was more than enough to understand the simple primal interaction that was happening between you two. 

You were about to fuck…

When San grabbed Yunho’s silk scarf and held it to you. Mingi felt your hesitation but then an instant later San was carefully tying the silk ribbon at the back of your head. Not too tight just enough to keep you from seeing anything. And just like that in a second it was dark.

Mingi watched his friend guiding you to the vanity and you giggled playfully as his large hands snaked to your thighs and grabbed your ass to hoist you up the furniture, pushing the makeup products in the process, one lipstick rolling off the surface and on the ground. Neither of you both even realized and Mingi couldn’t care less especially now that San’s hand left your hip to turn around and signal Mingi to enter back into the room. 

His heart sunk into the pit of his stomach. Was he really about to do that? Yeah of course he was. Because his body was moving on its own, feeling the irrepressible pull, the inexplicable magnetism he felt for you from that very first day in Gang-nam. 

San’s hand moved to his lips to signal his tall friend not to make any noise. And as if he was floating Mingi found himself holding his breath and standing to your side ogling you hungrily as San focussed back on you. His hand leaving his lips to ride your skirt up your hips and revealing the black lace panties.

“Did you know we were going to do that?” your boyfriend asked and you didn’t need to see to know about the shit eating grin on his face. “Is it why you wore such easy-access clothes?”

You gasped and bit your lip. You couldn't see but you could feel. San’s warm hands on your thigh rose goosebumps on your skin. The heightened sensations made more arousal pool in your panties.

“Answer me, baby” San said, low voice taking on a commanding tone before suddenly pulling on your blouse, popping open every single one of your snap buttons and just like that your black lace bra was also on display.

And Mingi thought he was going to explode. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, he had to clench his fist so hard and only the dull pain in his palms kept him from gasping at the breathtaking view. How fucking beautiful could you be? 

San grabbed a fist full of your breasts kneading them roughly through your undergarment to urge an answer out of you 

“Yes!” you hurriedly replied. Arching your back into his touch. “I wore this skirt and blouse because I know how much you like to rip them off” 

“Good girl”

You heard your boyfriend hum in satisfaction and what you didn't hear was Mingi biting down on his lip so hard he could have drawn blood. But he couldn’t do otherwise when San’s fingers hooked themselves on the waist band of the lace and dragged the article of clothing along your thighs until it hung loosely on one of your ankles.

“Show me everything” San said in a breath, harshly tugging on your bra as your breasts jumped out and spilled to each side of your chest.

Mingi repressed a strangled gasp in the back of his throat as his dripping cock strained against the tight concert attire. 

“I said everything baby” San said and you knew exactly what he meant. Slowly you spread your legs to let the vanity light shine right onto your heat as everything remained dark on your part. 

Mingi felt like his brain was going to give out as your body was revealed. Your perfect breasts and hardened nipples and of course your dripping core. Long strings of slick linked your hole to the skin of your inner thighs. Mingi felt dizzy at the sight.

“Good girl” San praised again. “You always get wet so easily don't you?” he chuckled while you fought the urge to touch yourself. “Good little slut” he praised again, his hands dipping between your thighs and aiming right away for your clit. 

You pushed your hips onto his touch and moaned as he circled your bundle of nerves exactly how you liked it. 

“Fuck Sannie” you whined. “More please” 

“Want your cute little cunt finger fucked?” San cooed with his honey toned voice. And you nodded enthusiastically. But that only earned you a sharp slap on your exposed center. The wet clap resounded in the empty room. It seemed amplified for you. You moaned loudly at the stinging feeling, the delicious and unexpected pain made your legs tense up and shake slightly.

“You’re wearing a blindfold, not a gagball, princess. Use your words” San said sternly landing another slap on your swollen clit before gently circling it again.

“Y-yess!! Yes!!! P-please. Want your fingers inside” you replied in a strangle moaned, your hips uncontrollably following San’s every move.

Mingi’s jaw dropped to the floor he never knew you’d enjoyed such things, he never knew you’d enjoy the harsh tone of voice and the pain but there was no doubt you were actually loving every single second of this. Mingi was certain of it when he saw the way your cunt reacted to each little slap, the way you quivered, the way you rolled your hips into San’s hand, the pleasured moans that cascaded from your lips. Mingi couldn't take it anymore and without even realizing it he found himself palming his hard and leaking cock through his pants. 

“Good girl” San praised right before pushing two fingers inside your tight heat, curling them right into your sweet spot. You felt your concerns melt right away as you felt the two digits permeate you. The familiar feeling of the ring on his index made your mind go blank at the pleasure you felt radiating from your very core.

“F-fuck.. Sa-annie…” you breathed out with difficulty.

“Shhh. That’s it baby. I got you” San cooed, laying his other hand on your thigh, stroking it lightly. “You’re so good baby. You take my fingers so well”

The praises were setting your mind and body on fire, and you were giving in to the brazier. You moaned louder as San was pumping in and out of your cunt more rapidly, dragging out the wet squelching sounds that bounced off the walls and came back to your ears.

And Mingi’s too. He was completely entranced by the way your cunt was sucking in San’s fingers. You were so eager for them, your pussy clenching and throbbing around them every time he pulled out and welcoming them back when he pushed back in creating more thick and clear slick to gush out of your hungry little hole, the pull of arousal soon forming a small puddle in San’s palm. Mingi couldn’t think anymore, he could only rub his painfully hard cock as the wet precum stain became visible through his pants. 

“Baby are you going to cum?” San asked, his other hand leaving your thigh to lay flat on your stomach and drawing quick circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Yesss” you said through gritted teeth. But as you felt the familiar build up almost reach the peak it went away. San withdrew his fingers and took them out of your poor confused little cunt. Leaving you there to clench around nothing and whines slipped from your lips at the sudden loss of the fullness.

“You’re so greedy today” San said before slapping your eager little cunt again. You moaned and shook under him, fighting the urge to close your legs. “I’m not done playing with you”

San started to rub your clit again with his thumb with one hand while he lifted the other slick coated one to his tall friend. He wanted to chuckle but fought against it when Mingi looked back at him with puzzled puppy eyes. So he approached his hand closer to his face and mouthed “taste her”.

Mingi’s brain had given up a long time ago, so he was moving only on instincts when he opened his mouth and licked around his friend's digits as silently as possible. That was a dream come true never in a lifetime he would have hoped to taste you like this. Ever. You tasted so sweet and sinful, the velvety nectar slided on his tongue so smoothly and his eyes rolled back as he solely focused on your taste on his tongue and your alluring scent floating to his nose. 

Fuck that was what San had the pleasure of tasting everytime he found himself between your legs. If only he could taste more. Without even thinking Mingi wrapped both his hands around his friend’s wrist pushing his hand further into his mouth and sucked avidly on the cum coated finger and back to the pool of arousal that had gathered in his palm.

“Yeah that’s it” San praised as he circled your clit slowly, offering some kind of relief to the painfully swollen nub. But the praise was more for Mingi than for you. He smirked as he saw his friend devour your essence as if he was a parched man and the smirk only grew wider when he took back his hand and Mingi opened his eyes back looking at him with a glazed over stare. At that moment San knew his friend was done for.

“Here Princess” San said, extending to you his hand that was now coated in your own slick and Mingi’s spit. You instinctively welcomed the wet fingers into your mouth wrapping your lips around them and sucking them avidly. “How does it taste?”

“Sho- hmph… goodjf” you struggled to reply not wanting to let go of your boyfriend’s fingers.

Mingi was absolutely mesmerized by the way you were so eagerly sucking San’s fingers. Mixing your cum, your spit but also his own. His cock throbbed at the thought of cutting the middleman that was San’s hand and just lean down to kiss you. Lapping at your lips for entrance and diving into you, body and soul. He wanted it all.

“Such a good girl for me” San praised taking his fingers back, not without a quiet whine from your end and a repressed moan from Mingi. 

But the disappointment was short lived when you heard your boyfriend fidgeting with his pants and you knew what was coming up next. You prompted yourself on your elbow and spread your legs wider. San chuckled while Mingi cursed silently.

You were dying to see what San was doing. You wanted to see how he kicked off the pants and took his raging hard cock in hand to pump his fist a couple of times around it. You wanted to see him between your thighs as he rubbed his tip on your wets folds. You arched your back into him again, urging him to fill you up full of his cock.

“Fuck you’re so impatient, baby” He growled as he pushed his tip inside you earning a cry from you. “Is that what you wanted?" he huffed, his eyebrows meeting on his forehead as he felt the vice grip of your pussy around him. Even after a thousand times you still felt so good. So wet and tight for him.

“Y-yess! Oh fuck i- yes thank you Sannieee” you were barely able to say as you felt your cunt stretch around San’s girth. You lifted your face as if you could see him splitting you in two. You’d always liked to see him fill you up but sadly you couldn’t.

But Mingi, on the other hand, could see it all.

Mingi couldn’t help it anymore he pulled his pants and boxers down midthigh just enough to take his hard and leaking cock out. He didn’t take the time to undress. He didn’t have the time he needed to stroke his cock at the exact same pace as San was fucking you. 

Said pace was slow and deep. San liked to start out like that, he liked to drive you mad. You felt every inch of him leisurely pushing his thick cock inside until it touched the deepest part of you only to pull out just as slowly, enjoying the way your cunt gripped around him desperate to ever let him go. You were whimpering, whining and squirming. You were going crazy and you weren't the only one.

Mingi was struggling just as much as you were, his balled fist tightly wrapped around his aching length languidly going up and down. He was struggling to keep the hellishly slow pace, struggling to not stroke his fat cock faster but he had to if he wanted to maintain the illusion that it was him inside of you.

At some point San felt merciful and started to go faster. Not for you really he enjoyed to torture you way too much but it was more for Mingi, he noticed his tall friend pinching his lips into a thin line, sharp eyes shutting close and eyebrow digging a deep crease on his forehead. San enjoyed the anguish but he also enjoyed seeing the relief spread on his friends face when he finally fucked you harder. Your cunt became even tighter around San and he found himself moaning rhythmically along with you every time he pushed his thick cock inside you. While Mingi’s eyes didn't once leave your throbbing pretty pussy gushing out more and more translucent slick.

San gradually picked the pace to the point he was soon smashing his hips into you. Making your breasts jump with each powerful thrust. The fact that you couldn’t see your boyfriend makes you feel him that much more. You felt his strong and calloused hands on your thigh and waist and you felt his cock perfectly splitting you in two to this hellish rhythm that made you forget about anything else. Including your surroundings. You were no longer able to keep your voice down. Everything felt too strong, too good to be able to mask the loud moans of pleasure into small, controlled little whimpers. 

“F-fuck you’re really enjoying your…self” San struggled to say. “Aren’t you?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer anything back. You could only let your tongue loll out of your mouth while you moaned incoherent words.

Mingi’s eyes kept on darting between your swollen cunt and your fucked out face. He just knew that underneath the silk blindfold you were rolling your eyes. And that made his cock twitch in his hold, more precum oozing out the tip, at this point it was practically dripping onto the tiled floor.

“Fuck why are you being so fucking loud for?” San asked with a scoff. “Want people to hear you?”

“Sa-nnie” you complained but you did not become quieter for that much.

“Ohh. I get it” San said in a sarcastic tone, slowing down again. That had you squirming when you felt the tight feeling in your core slowly fading away.

“N-no, p-please Sannie, nooo” you begged shaking your hips, trying to fuck yourself back on your boyfriend’s cock to find the same rhythm.

“You want people to know what kind of good whore you are”

“Yes, yesss. Exactly-fu-... Sannie please.” You would have agreed to anything he was saying to have him fuck you exactly like he was a second ago.

“Maybe you even want my members to hear you” San said with a smirk. “Especially Mingi I bet”.

At the mention of the name you stopped moving around, your brain flooding with the images of Mingi body rolling and dancing.

“Oh you just became tighter baby.” San said with a smirk. “So you do want him to see you” San said, fucking you even slower now. 

“Pleaseeee” you said in a breath.

“I bet you wished it was him fucking you right now” San said eventually completely pulling out of you.

“Noo… P-please” you whined quietly your throbbing cunt clenching around nothing, begging for more attention.

For the first time Mingi peeled his eyes off you to look at his friend only to be met with San’s wicked smirk. San’s smirk grew wider when he saw his fiery haired friend look back at him with big round terrified eyes. He knew Mingi was panicking right now; he couldn’t even touch his cock anymore. Poor weeping thing just waited there ignored while it continued leaking more precum.

“Say it, Princess” San insisted. “Be honest with me. Be honest with yourself” San cooed, leaning over you to whisper in your ear before leaving his place between your legs and gesturing to Mingi to take his place. 

For a second Mingi was completely frozen to the side. He didn’t know how to act. His brain was almost melting out his ears and he was in complete overdrive. But he shook his head and took a silent step in your direction then a second one and found himself right between your spread legs. He could have cum with just that, just looking at you from that angle just knowing that he could take you right there. But he waited. Immobile. 

“If you want more cock. You’ll have to say it baby” San cooed again in your ear and you faced a dilemma.

You didn’t know if you could really voice out your secret fantasy that way. San never struck you to be the jealous kind but still… he required you to say that and in this second, on the brink of your orgasm, your brain only soaked in sin and lust you couldn’t think of anything else than to be rammed again. You pictured Mingi again in your mind, you imagined what he would feel like inside you, what he would sound like, what he would look like. Fuck… you did want that.

“I-I wish it was Mingi fucking me right now” you said hesitantly but pushing your hips up, spreading your legs even further pushing your soaked and desperate little cunt in the air. 

“Good girl” San whispered, satisfied and gave a nod to Mingi.

Mingi’s heart was about to burst out of chest. The frantic muscle was rattling against his ribs and jumping in his throat then diving back in the pit of his stomach. He was all over the place. He couldn't believe it. He couldn’t believe his ears. He couldn’t believe he heard you say that. Saying out loud you wished another man was inside you instead of your boyfriend. And not any man. Him. 

You wanted him.

His hands were shaking when he grabbed the base of his cock, twitching as he approached it slowly from your core while you grew more and more impatient. 

“Pleaseee” you whined again. “I said it…. now please give me cock” you pleaded. 

As soon as Mingi’s tip touched your entrance you went completely silent and Mingi struggled to do too. When he pushed himself inside you he could have passed out. You were so welcoming, so warm, so tight, so wet. So good. Oh so fucking good. He progressed inside you very slowly earning a long stretched out moan from your end. He couldn't believe he was the one making you feel this way. He was the one pulling those beautiful sounds out of your lips. When he bottomed out he swore he had died and went to heaven. There was no other explanation. The way he felt could only be explained by faith. God was a woman. And that woman was you.

Fuck he needed more of this. He needed to feel you more, to hear you more, to see you more. He wanted it all.

He started to pump himself in and out of you faster, his hand struggling to find a place to settle, finally opting to grab the edge of the vanity. Avoiding direct contact with you, fearing you would recognize him. Rapidly he found himself fucking you (and himself) senseless, rutting his hips like a dog while San watched with a little satisfied smirk, thick cock in hand stroking lazily. 

Your mouth went agape. It felt so good, so fucking good to be finally fucked that deep that rough, exactly how you wanted, the tight feeling in your gut rapidly building up again. But it also felt different. The angle was different. It felt like San’s dick wasn’t hitting the same spot as usual, it also felt slightly curved upwards. And longer. And what about the hands, the touches? San always holds you at the waist, always stuffs his fingers in your mouth? Why wasn't he touching you?

In a flash you ripped the blind fold off your eyes and opened them. At first the bright lights of the vanity behind you blinded you for a short second. The first thing you saw was the tuft of dampened fiery orange hair. Then your vision cleared out and you saw Mingi right between your legs, sharp brows deeply furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line and smashing himself into you at an unbelievable pace. 

The shock you felt tightened your stomach and you came on the spot.

To see Mingi fucking you this hard, take so much pleasure with it and struggling to keep quiet while he fucked you secretly. You didn’t need anything more. 

“F-fuc- Min-gi” you whined as your legs tensed up and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth agape.

“Y-y/n” Mingi whispered, his hands flying to your hips at that very second you opened your eyes, the many rings on his fingers digging into your skin and without a doubt marking you for the next couple of days. His strong grip grounding you into the vanity to fuck you deeper, faster, better.

You creamed around his cock, your back arched up, your pretty moans and your cunt fluttering around him took Mingi right with you to cloud 9. He couldn’t stop his hips from ramming into you while he delivered scorching hot ropes of thick cum right into your avid little hole. Spasming and twitching. To him it felt like your pussy was trying to milk him dry as he moaned your name a thousand times while bent over you until his hips became sloppy and he eventually came to a stop.

“Awww.” San said as he looked at the both of you disheveled and out of breath, both coming down from your highs. “You both came looking at each other. That's cute” But then he wrapped his hands around your jaw to turn your head to him. “But that made me a little jealous. Don't you think you need to make it up to me, darling?”

Mingi pulled out, out of breath you felt the hot cum running down your pussy and dripping onto the floor. San placed his hand on Mingi’s shoulder and he switched places to join your side.

“Look at that?” San said, crouching down, inspecting your twitching little pussy. “Eventhough you were just fucked full of cum I can tell you want more, baby”

You nodded frantically at the idea of being filled up again.

“Please yes”

San pushed his cock inside you with ease. Mingi’s load providing the perfect lube.

“I slide right in, baby. ” San grunted. After all this teasing he found himself to be closer to his breaking point then he anticipated. “You got her nice and lubed up for me, man.” He sent a cheeky wink to Mingi.

You were just right back down from cumming a short while ago but you found yourself moaning loud for your boyfriend’s cock. It felt so good and soon you were begging him to fuck you harder.

“Please Sannie faster” you said.

“Of course princess I’ll fuck Mingi’s cum right back into your hole he said with a smirk to his friend before smashing himself in. He too was moaning like you were both alone not having a care in the world of what could have been happening outside the dressing room. And soon enough Mingi was hard again.

“Baby, your new boyfriend needs help over there.” San said between moans, drawing your attention back on Mingi again, as he was standing there idle, painful cock laying heavy in his balled fist.

“Please Mingi let me suck your cock” you asked looking right back up at him as your body was jolted up with San’s every move. You didn’t even let Mingi think about it for a second. Your lips instinctively found his beet red tip and you rounded your mouth around it. 

He tasted too good, you relished in the strong flavour and aroma of his cum mixed with your own nectar. It tasted sinful but oh so fucking right. This taste and the way his cock smoothly glided in your tongue made your mind go completely blank. Your tongue focussing on his tip between every come and go around his shaft to collect the precious salty precum you earned along with every grunt, every pant, every whimper from the tall man. You couldn’t have enough of it and you kept on sucking his cock. Relentlessly trying to get another load out of him.

Mingi felt so fucking sensitive right after cumming but it also felt so good.  His strong hand flew to your hair as he grabbed a big fistfull. Instinctively pulling on it to keep you from gobbling up his cock that still felt very sensitive, his moans went up in pitch with overstimulation.

“You’re a real fucking whore for his cock, arent you, Angel?” San asked as he landed a sharp and unexpected slap on your cunt. Making you pop Mingi out of your mouth to look back at your boyfriend again. The delicious sting made you arch your back.

“A-again pleaseee” you said through gritted teeth as San smirked and made your wish come true, slapping your eager little cunt again, making you clench around him harder, making him falter ever so slightly.

Mingi was now pumping his cock over your face, you heard as clear as day the squelching sounds of his spit and cum coating his cock as he stroked it right over you.

San was rubbing tight circles on your swollen reddened clit and ramming into you with all his might. You knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Sannie I’m gonna c-” another sharp slap landed onto your sensitive clit, making you cry out a whimper.

“Not yet, whore. Make your new boyfriend cum first”. San nodded his head in Mingi’s direction.

You were so far gone, mind, body and soul only filled with cock that you didn’t even catch how San referred to Mingi. You were ready to do anything for your boyfriend to finally let you cum so you turned your attention  back to Mingi.

“Please Mingi give me your cum, pleasepleaseplease. Want your cum all over my face.”

Mingi didn’t need more. It flipped a switch inside him to see you spread open by San’s cock but getting your undivided attention to beg for his cum like it was the most precious substance on earth. 

“Fuck y/n” he said in a strangled moan. “Want my cum huh?” the grip on your hair tightened, making the veins of his forearm pop.

“Yes yes yes yes yes pleaseplease” 

“Fuck you’re so good to me. Fuckkkkk… Y/n I love you” he confessed in a breath right before letting out thick ropes of cum that split your face in two from chin to forehead. “I love you I love you I love you” he chanted, both his heart and body finally letting out what he’s been holding back for years. The pleasure made his head spin, more cum crashing onto your nose and lips which you licked hurriedly to get the chance to taste him again.

“Good girl” San said, picking up the pace as he never stopped fucking into you. “You’re so pretty with all this cum on you. Your pretty pussy full of cum and your pretty fucking face too” he said his thrusts becoming sloppier.

“Want another load, Princess?” he asked strong shoulders bulging out as he gripped your waist tighter, bruising your skin and joining Mingi’s ring marks. 

“Yes please cum inside sannie” you whined throwing your head back “Please I want your c-hmppph” your words caught in your throat when Mingi started to rub circles on your clit, adding another layer of pleasure. “Fuckkk” you cried.

“P-please… more… c-cum” you said, your brain completely tuning out to let your primal instinct take the lead. 

“Fuck baby I’m so close San said. 

“Me too.. I-” right at this moment Mingi lightly slapped your pussy and it was the last straw. You were pushed over the edge and Mingi continued to give little fast slaps to your sensitive clit, making you shake as your cum gushed out of you in translucent and powerful streams.

“Fuckkk I’m c-cumming” San said as he delivered more cum inside your hole, joining Mingi’s and mixing together. You completely lost your mind on the feeling of how full you felt while San was pumping another big load into you and Mingi was repeatedly slapping your pretty pussy then switching to quick circles again that gradually slowed down to a stop.

When San pulled out he looked at you with a warm smile that made his eyes into crescents.

“Isn’t she pretty like this?” he asked Mingi, who was looking at you with just as much love.

“Yeah, she is” he breathed out while you gradually came back to your senses.

“Should we make it official?” San asked peeling his eyes off you to look at his friend. 

“What?” Mingi asked, clueless.

“Well the three of us are together now.” San said before turning his attention to you again “Isn't that right, darling?” and you nodded.

“Well Mingi, next time if you want to confess in the middle of a fuck how about you take me out on a date before cumming on my face?” You said scraping the cum on your cheeks into your mouth and sucking on your fingers and San chuckled but Mingi protested looking affronted.

“Hey! You asked me to!”

a/n: i had so much fun writing this i hope you liked reading my babes <3

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Matt Sturniolo - NSFW Alphabet

A/N - I'm a devoted Chris girl but I still love Matt the munch😍 also do we like the theme on my page???

Warnings: SMUTTT

A - Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

gets you EVERYTHING. gets a wet towel and cleans you up, gets you a bottle of water and some of his clothes to wear. literally the sweetest. like he could absolutely destroy you and then be all soft and shit.

B - Body part (Thier favorite body part on themself and their partner's)

for him it's definitely his hands. he loves when you look at his veins sticking out when he fingers you. and he loves how good he can make you feel with them.

for you, he LOVES your tits. like literally adores them. not even just in the sexual way either, like they make great pillows too. He loves to watch them bounce every time he thrusts into you.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Ok I feel like he'd love to cum inside you, but if you're not cool with that then it's definitely gonna be on your stomach or your tits.

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like he'd like to choke you. not enough to hurt you, just slightly. but yeah I think he'd be into that but be scared to tell you cus he doesn't want you to be weirded out

E - Experience (How experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I feel like he for sure has 1, 2 maybe even 3 bodies. he totally knows what he's doing though. even if he only has 1 body. but everyone is different, so once he finds what makes you feel good (it only takes the first time y'all do it for him to figure it out) he's set.

F - Favorite position (goes without saying)

I'd say he really likes cowgirl just so your tits can be right in front of his face. he'd probably take control though, like holding your hips so he can thrust up into you. because even if he wants you on top of him, he definitely still wants to have control.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious during the moment or more goofy?)

This man has to be serious. Like I feel like if something stupid happens he'll laugh for a moment before pounding into you again.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Keeps it trimmed for sure. I mean we've all seen the happy trail so he's got some hair. Literally does not give a shit for you. There is no "oh we can't I haven't shaved." Mans will braid that shit if you asked him to.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

He's definitely very intimate. Even if he's breaking your back and calling you a slut, he still lets you know he loves you (I'm so bad at this one wtf)

J - Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Not very often. He will not hesitate to ask you straightforward. Y'all could be chilling on the couch and this kid's like "can we fuck?" But when he's on tour or you're away for whatever reason, definitely down for phone sex.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I feel like he's got a teeny tiny bit of a breeding kink. Loves to degrade and praise you at the same time. "You're so pretty when you act like a slut." "Such a good girl with my cock down your throat." I think he'd be into spanking, maybe a little little bit of choking.

L - Location (Favorite places to do it)

His favorite is definitely the bedroom. But y'all have probably fucked on every surface of his place and yours. I feel like he'd also love to fuck you in the car. Like he's picking up Nick and Chris and while y'all are waiting for them, he'd fuck you in the backseat.

M - Motivation (What gets them going?)

This one's hard because this man will find everything you do hot. I feel like if you were to whisper dirty things in his ear that would be like the hottest thing in the world. Or you maybe do something that seems innocent but only you two would understand. Play a song in the car that you two fucked to last night??? Gets his memory going and he wants to do everything over again.

N - No (Something they would never do)

Anything that can hurt you more than spanking or choking (knife play, gun play, blood play, etc.) If you're into that shit, great! But he's absolutely never trying it. He also wouldn't be into any anal shit. He's not letting you near his ass and he's not getting near yours. And absolutely no toes are getting sucked. Ever.

O - Oral (Giving, receiving, skill)

This man... he could have you cum in 3 minutes with his tongue. He loves eating you out. He doesn't only to it to please you, like he gets pleasure from eating you out. Of course he loves when you give him a blowjob too. He probably starts off letting you do all the work, but as time goes on, he's full on fucking your face. He also grabs your hair when you give him a blowjob too.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

It really depends on his mood and your mood. If you're feeling insecure or sad and he wants to make you feel better, he's slow, whispering how beautiful you are, taking his time to kiss every single inch of your body. He also is really slow when he wakes up with morning wood and he's still tired. Now, if he's jealous? GOD DAMN. Kid has you babbling about how good it feels. You can't even form a coherent sentence.

Q - Quickie (Their opinion on quickies. How often?)

He's busy. So he doesn't always have time to fuck you right. He probably doesn't like them that much, but they happen pretty often because he's got shit to do. He'd much rather take an hour or two, but desperate times call for desperate measures.1

R - Risk (Are they down to take risks?)

100% he'll try almost anything once, as long as you're okay with it. Now there are things that he wouldn't try, but I already said that stuff for No so I'm not going into it here.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

I think he could go for maybe 2-3 rounds. 4 if y'all haven't seen each other in like a week or two. I think he could last if he needed to, but normally he just wants to cum at the same time as you.

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Who do they use it on?)

He probably owns 1 vibrator. He uses it on you though. The one he owns is probably one of those that can be controlled from an app, and he uses it for when he's recording and you're still at home.

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

GOOD LORD. He will tease you until you're begging to be touched in any way. And if you even think about teasing him, you're in for a long night. Bro is such a tease it's insane.

V - Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

I'd say he's pretty loud, but he also just wants to hear the sounds that you make. He definitely groans in your ear though. He's loud enough that you can always hear him, but he's quiet enough to be able to hear you.

W - Wild Card (A random headcanon)

I think he lowkey wants you to give him head while he's driving, but he doesn't want to ask you in case you're scared he'll crash or something.

X - X-ray (Let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Ok so we've all seen how Chris never wears fucking underwear apparently. So assuming they're about the same size, DAMN. So he's definitely long, but probably not super girthy.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. Like not to the point where it's an unhealthy addiction, but you're just hot as hell, it's not his fault. AT LEAST 3-4 times a week.

Z - Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

Always waits for you to fall asleep first. As soon as he knows you're sleeping, he's out.

YAYYYYY it's been like 3 weeks and I finally finished one of the two projects I'm working on!!! I might have to do a Chris versionnnnn

[venusbby]

♡ characters/pairings: isagi yoichi x reader

♡ warnings: cursing, teeny tiny bit suggestive (oops)

♡ note: this is short but my brain today was fully occupied by yoichi so here u go also i am so horrid at titles that i almost thought about naming this 'victoria's secret' somebody call me an idiot sandwich right now ok bye somebody help me what do i even call this no title for now ok ok bye

🍁 — your boyfriend has taken the concept of your secret relationship a little too seriously.

"what are you doing? let me in." isagi whispered, eyebrows furrowing underneath his messily kept dark hair. although standing in your apartment's doorway gave him a little relief from the cool waves of your air conditioner, he needed to get in before anybody else saw him— but for some reason, you looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"yoichi?" you stressed on the name hard, your jaw dropping slightly when you were finally able to recognise the deep blue eyes that stared back at you. "you're joking."

"no way, you couldn't recognise me?"

"of course not!" you whisper-yelled, opening the door further to quickly let him inside, eyes drifting from the two doors across the floor to see if anyone of your neighbours was watching. as isagi stepped inside and kicked off his shoes, you watched in astonishment.

"you think i'm going to recognise you when you're dressed like this?" you gestured towards his outfit, from his black face mask to his new shoes. once the door was closed, you couldn't stop yourself from snorting. the more you looked at him, the more recognisable he got— from his eyes to the rings he usually wore.

your boyfriend scoffed, hastily discarding his face mask and throwing it aside, followed by his jacket, then his hoodie, and then— why was he removing his shirt?

"it's so fucking hot," he hissed, running a hand through his hair which was damp at the base with sweat, broad shoulders tensing and relaxing every time he moved to fan himself. "it's so fucking hot but i wore three layers just so i could see you and you're laughing?"

you only stared, not being fast enough to take everything in, how he looked and what he was saying— until he took three quick steps towards you and his hands found their home on either side of your hips, "before you say anything, i'm here because i missed you."

your heart sped up.

only six months into dating the pro footballer isagi yoichi, and he shows up to your apartment in broad daylight dressed in all black hoping to get here without being noticed, just because he missed you.

there was no way he couldn't feel your heart pounding when you chuckled and threw your arms around his neck to bring him into your embrace. your smile was not going to leave anytime soon and by now it was almost normal for your heart to act up when he was around.

since you were just in a tank top and shorts, when you hugged him, you realised he really was suffering in this month's hot weather. there was no way a little sweat was going to stop you from balancing yourself on your toes to push back his hair and plant a kiss on his forehead.

you stared at his flushed face, not bothering to think if it was because of your close proximity or the heat from his clothes. "yoi, you didn't have to do all this. we could've met where we did last time—"

"i'd do anything for you," he cut you off, talking as if he was telling you a fact. his eyes softened, loving and apologizing. "and i hate that you have to drive ten minutes away to meet me all the time."

you rolled your eyes, hands settling on his shoulders now. "ten minutes is nothing."

isagi shrugged at your stubborn response, eyes trailing down to your lips. "im here now, so what's the point of all this? just kiss me."

as expected, your secret lover was quite desperate during the kiss. the last time you met each other was the previous week, after which your schedules struggled to match up and caused you both to pause your meetings for a few days.

the longing behind the way his lips settled against yours almost made your legs give up, and you were thankful for your grip that tightened on his shoulders, which coaxed out a soft hum from isagi.

your first instinct after pulling away was to pinch his cheeks. isagi wasn't in his trance any longer once your fingers poked at his face. "your disguise was kinda shitty, though."

"as if. even you couldn't tell if it was me at first." he retorted, lips still swollen.

"next time you come over, let me help you decide on an outfit that won't make you miserable. 'kay?" you smiled cheekily, thumb hovering over his jaw, and whispered. "and put your shirt back on, please."

"but i'm still feeling hot. don't you like the view anyway?"

you shook your head when you saw his grin, ignoring the last part (which was true). "no worries, i'll turn the AC up for ya."

he gave himself a B for effort, at least.

🍄 — val is tagging... + @hyomagiri (<333)

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I wonder if like,,,, a possibility that ghost might have a small tiny (fat) crush on engel,,,, since like yknow, one of your fics ghost had the fattest (totally not obvious) crush on a soft reader, how would kö react? 🤯 i think we all know hihsishiss

My hc for Ghost is that he's a man who has a thing for petite lingerie and beautiful dresses. So yees his stare would follow reader as she runs around with her colorful flowy things on 👀 This man might even clear his throat under that mask. Ghost would also know it's not wise to go between a cute woman and an erratic 6'10” killer who has an arsenal in their room.

He totally knows König has all that shit in his quarters and, to a certain extent, can relate to and approve of such behavior. If Ghost was any more chaotic neutral aligned, he would tell his superiors… But for some reason, he doesn't intervene. I think Ghost has a soft spot for yandere König. He sees in him a little something of himself, because Ghost can understand the birth process of madness and the possible outcomes of different torture/abusive scenarios. He might look at König with a certain amount of forgiving pity, like: "Man... you really went over the brink, didn't you?"

But someone who would have a teeny tiny crush on reader might be Gaz or Zimo (if and when this is a crack au). Soap would be vewy friendly too, but he knows better than to approach her after seeing that possessive madman stare on König 🫠 I don't think anyone from the base would dare to act on a crush even if they had one, because word around the street is that there's a killer on the loose.

And if anyone would decide to approach and show signs of a crush… Hooo boy. König wouldn't kill his fellow operators easily because he respects them (unlike Graves who in his view was rotten to the core). He thinks they're sort of OK. But on this, he would give them "a word", perhaps accompanied by a knife on the throat.

Now, if someone outside the base had a crush on reader........ Holy fuck heh 🥹💀 *knives out*

[modernvintage]

My Bridgerton S3, E1 Thoughts

Spoilers ahead.

I think I’m with everyone who is a teeny tiny bit disappointed at the pacing of part one - too many subplots, not enough main character / Polin 1:1 time, that they showed us almost all scenes?! But as I’m on my third rewatch 😅 there’s a lot of nuance I didn’t catch the first time. Specifically as it relates to Penelope and Colin’s individual journeys.

Episode One - The Ball / Ripped Dress / Goodnight Mr. Bridgerton

Because they showed us this scene, we were all like “yes Pen EAT HIM ALIVE”. I also found Colin to be weirdly ooc here in the preview. He’s never been cruel. In fact, he’s been a gentleman, always, protecting Penelope and her family.

Colin is putting on the smarmy, charming Paris act he learned on his travels. He may genuinely like Penelope’s dress but more importantly - he is flirting with her. The same way he’s been charming all of the ladies. Old Colin walked out to make sure she was ok. New Colin thought he could distract her with charm. I think it’s pretty important that we notice Colin noticing Penelope in this scene. Not only when she walks in and stops him mid-sentence, but when he chases after her, too.

While I thought the Polin pacing was weird on my first watch, I am not sure it is.

Because we pick up right where we left off with these two - they are closer than friends ought to be, than what is proper (like Colin you are not an appropriate chaperone you goober). It’s more apparent once you see past Colin’s act, which I don’t think we see until episode 3.

But he saw Penelope. He always has. And he influences and inspires her change - her butterfly moment - the same way he is emerging. They are actually growing individually, together.

When she says, “you would never court me!” I don’t think Colin’s wince was bc he wouldn’t - it’s bc she called him on his flirty bullshit. She broke right through his new bad boy facade, called him on his shit, and embarrassed him. Rightfully so!

And the next morning, old Colin, the actual gentleman, showed up to make it right. Like Violet said, he’s sensitive and always trying to help others.

It is fast, it is friends to lovers, and it is really obvious once you watch the whole season, I bet.

All seasons are like this. The fun stuff is hidden until you have more information.

Anyways, I think this season is actually more modern and nuanced than any so far, and it is quite good, even if we have to adjust what we thought we were getting with what we actually got.

[fairysoobx]

how would txt confess

pairing: txt x gn!reader warnings: brief cursing in beomgyu's part genre: fluff, brief angst for beomgyu's part

» [fairy of shampoo by txt] « 1:27 ──〇─── 4:27 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

yeonjun

i feel like he would mentally prepare himself to confess for a long time

he is the confident yeonjun we know

but he'll probably feel a little nervous too

he wants it to be perfect

and honestly he just wants to give you what you deserve

so he'd plan it out and even write it down in some kind of code in his calendar

like, literally it will be planned from A to Z

until you once hang out unexpectedly

you had a horrible day and just wanted to see yeonjun

so you meet and everything's back to normal

you guys were joking and bickering again

just in general, having fun

and the moment just feels right

and then he looks in your eyes

everything for him suddenly slows down

he feels the well known warmth and just how good he feels next to you

and just like that, he says it unconsciously

"i really like you"

you obviously don't know what to do

and then he suddenly sobers up but, weirdly to you, doesn't change his mind

he repeats it, as if you were the one being in trance, not him

"you better like me the same way"

soobin

god i don't know what would have to happen for him to confess

well obviously i know, cause i'm here now but you get it

he takes the teeny tiny steps as i've talked about earlier

and with every step he becomes more obvious to you

but just as our boy kai, he's oblivious and thinks he's so smooth

soobin, you're doing great sweetie

okay, oh boy let's be real

he got drunk

yeah this is what it takes for soobin to be more confident

maybe almost yeonjun-level confident

so our boy gets drunk and suddenly teeny tiny steps turn into freaking sneakers marathon

put my sneakers on, hana dul ready get set go

he's so obviously clingy and just so cute i can't

so he just clings to you wrapping his long arms around you and burying his face in your hair

you obviously think he's very cute and kinda make fun of him being so wasted and clingy

and then it happens!

"don't laugh at me, i just like you so much..."

needless to say, both of you are speechless

but soobin is more speechless because of the amount of alcohol in his blood system so

"please don't hate me"

the rest of the evening is just him whining about how much he doesn't want you to be mad at him and hate him for this sudden confession

beomgyu

this bitch

literally through your whole friendship he won't even say a thing ab how he likes you

and he's a person that would probably never tell you if it wasn't for a fact you two were arguing

beomgyu is a hopeless romantic, but he never even gave you a slightest hint that he's onto something

well except for the fact that he literally treats you the way he never treats anyone else but ok let's say you're as oblivious as sookai

he doesn't plan on confessing to you, he just wants to die out of his love to you

cause he's literally a pisces so rip

but then you get into an argument over something so petty and beomgyu turns into an angry emoji and becomes cold again

so you ask him why is he so moody all the time

and then, you hear the most unexpected thing

"well, maybe i'm moody cause i fucking like you?"

what

you both look at each other without saying anything

and then you understand why he was so moody whenever you mentioned anyone else or wanted to hangout with someone whose name didn't start with b and ended with eomgyu

he likes you

damn that's a whole lotta confusion i bet

taehyun

mister steal-your-heart acts kinda like beomgyu

doesn't want to show you his true feelings being scared of destroying things

but deep inside he is planning everything out

he fantasizes about confessing to you

he obviously changes his mind every five minutes about how he wants to do that

and then decides to just not confess to you

but he still fantasizes about this

he will want to let it go on it's own living the "if it's meant to be it will be" mindset

and then one day you two are hanging out in his place

and start flirt-joking as always

you say something like "are you in love with me or something" while joking

and he, instead of laughing, looks at you all serious

and says

"and what if i am?"

jaw on the floor, i am dead, goodbye

his answer leads you both into a deep conversation and his "joke" turns out to be truth

hueningkai

we already know, he's whipped for you like crazy and his feelings to you are pretty much obvious

but this kid is too scared to confess anyways

even just thinking about it makes him nervous and stressed

deep inside of him he hopes that you will be the one confessing to him

even though he's a leo, he's just straight up shy

but don't worry he eventually admits he likes you

otherwise i wouldn't be there

he just needs a little help

you once met taehyun, kai's friend and he literally begged you to confess to kai or whatever cause he's so tired of hearing kai whining about how he likes you but doesn't have a courage to confess

so you take matters in your hands and invite kai over

you were extremely clingy and cuddly which made him really happy

but it still didn't make him confess

so you decide to go with the most stupid but also easiest way to make him confess

"why does no one ever like me:( i must be so ugly:(("

kai looks at you shocked that you don't think you're the most beautiful creature in the world like he does

"you're not ugly!! and that's totally not true!!"

you look at him and ask "why"

"b-because... i like you!"

JESUS CHRIST BINGO

he's all shy, his face is red and you obviously act all shocked like you didn't know that he likes you all this time

but our boy is also happy he finally said that:')

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sorry for any spelling mistakes hope you liked it <3! my requests are still open if you want to request something!! ~ jules

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Panakes Kisses

(Find me on AO3 @ Cabin_10_Camper!)

Sophie and Keefe were hanging out under the Panakes tree, Keefe being absolutely goofy, as per usual. 

“Maybe I should start calling you Shorty instead of Foster,” Keefe snickered. “You barely even reach my chin!”

Sophie rolled her eyes, smiling. “I’m not that short.”

“If you’re not that short, then why do I have to bend down to kiss you?” Keefe said smugly, running a hand through his already tousled hair. 

Sophie huffed. Keefe had a point- he did have to bend down to kiss her. 

“It’s ok, Foster, I think it’s adorable.” Keefe kissed the top of her head. “Little teeny-tiny Foster.”

“Hey!” Sophie poked him in the side. Big mistake- Keefe was a menace when it came to tickle fights. Within minutes, he had her pinned against the tree, arms against her side, smirking down at her. Then, he bent down and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Ok, fine, you win.” Sophie relented. “But can I get an actual kiss now?” 

“Only if you can reach.” Keefe winked at her. What a dumbass. Sophie tried to push off the tree and give herself some height to kiss Keefe on the lips. Key word: tried. She was still a few inches short, and ended up kissing Keefe’s neck instead, right below his jaw. 

Keefe suddenly released her arms, turning away.

“Sorry,” Sophie mumbled. “You know I’m clumsy.”

“It’s fine.” Keefe squeaked. Why did his voice sound like that? What was wrong?

Sophie walked around to where Keefe was facing, concerned about him. 

“Keefe? What’s wrong?” she asked, confused.

“Noth-nothing,” Keefe stammered, avoiding her gaze. 

Suddenly, Sophie realized that Keefe was blushing bright red. Why was he blushing? A theory popped into her head: maybe Keefe really enjoys neck kisses… 

Well, only one way to find out. Sophie thought gleefully.

“Well, if you’re sure you’re ok, I want to try to kiss you again.” she said slyly, stepping closer to Keefe.

“What is going on in that head of yours, Foster? You’re planning something and I know it.” Keefe eyed Sophie suspiciously. “I don’t trust this…”

“Oh stop being a baby,” Sophie rolled her eyes. “After all, I’m just a teeny-tiny Foster, right?”

She stood on her tiptoes, acting as if she was going to try to kiss him on the lips. She stopped abruptly, looking towards the dinosaur pastures. 

“Keefe, is that Silveny over there?” she asked. Keefe looked over to where she was pointing, oblivious to her sneaky little trap. While Keefe was distracted, Sophie mustered up her courage and pressed a gentle kiss onto Keefe’s neck, right where she had accidentally kissed before. Keefe let out a small gasp.

“Foster-” he began, looking redder than Dex’s hair.

“I knew it!” Sophie shouted triumphantly. “I found your weakness!”

“What? No, you just… surprised me is all.” Keefe weakly tried to explain. “I, uh, uhm…”

“Liar.” Sophie smirked at him. “Now I have something to make fun of you for.”

Keefe made a melodramatic ‘offended’ face. 

“Foster, when have I ever made fun of you?” he asked indignantly. Sophie raised an eyebrow in response. “Ok, ok, I get it, I do that a lot.”

He gently traced circles on her back with his fingertips. 

“But don’t knock it till you try it, m’kay Foster?” Keefe whispered in Sophie’s ear. She shivered. There was a moment where nothing happened, and then… Then, she felt Keefe’s lips on her neck, sending a shiver of electricity down her spine. She let out the same small gasp that Keefe had made earlier. Sophie could feel her heartbeat all the way down in her toes.

Keefe pulled away, flushed and proud. Sophie was sure her face was beet red. 

“Not so cocky now, eh Foster?” Keefe teased. Sophie had no response.

Now she fully understood Keefe’s reaction to the heaven of neck kisses

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Resurface 9 - Rebalance

Stepping away from the main event a little for a look at how the Tinies are doing…

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Thunderbird Two sat steaming on the icy concrete of the hospital’s helipad. It was a bright morning in Calgary but everything was deeply, deeply white. It was only marginally above eyeball-freezing temperature and it would definitely have been more sensible to wait for Grandma to finish whatever argument she was having with the pharmacy inside… either inside the ship, or the hospital. But Gordon didn’t seem to want to do either of those and Alan sort of got it, so… here they were.

Alan paced the length of the big green behemoth. Slowly. Carefully, testing each step before putting his weight on that foot. He didn’t want to slip and cause an incident. If only they’d suited up his uniform boots would have been far more grippy… and warmer. Still, he needed to concentrate on something and the act of walking was, ironically, safer ground than most of the other options. He shivered.

“You alright, Allie?”

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” He didn’t look around. Focussed on placing his feet one at a time into the footprints he left on the last pass.

“Well I dunno, perhaps the horrifying experience of our most consistent, reliable elder brother suddenly losing his sanity, yelling at our dead father and nearly throwing himself and Scott down a cliff?”

Alan flinched. Then looked down at Gordon who was crouched by one of Two’s struts, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy. He looked young, and lost and in need of a big brother. But right now there weren’t any available, only Alan the perpetual younger brother. Alan the baby who needed protecting from everything. Alan the small and incompetent who hid a terrible secret inside.

If Gordon knew… if Scott and John knew… what if Virgil told them? Did Virgil even know?

He may only have been a little kid but he had been smart enough to know he’d messed up. Smart enough to join the dots between his clumsiness and Virgil getting sick. He hadn’t been smart enough to understand why one brother had left him, but he had known he was to blame for nearly losing the second.

He grit his teeth and started pacing again.

And then paused and made a U-turn back to where his usually irrepressibly sunshiney brother huddled, stony-faced in the shadow of his wingman’s ship. Alan crouched alongside him and they both stared into the distance for a while.

“This sucks.” He ventured.

“Yup.”

“You alright?”

“No.”

Alan let out a humourless laugh.

“Sorry, stupid question.”

“I asked it too.”

“Yeah, and I lied. Sorry.”

“S’ok.”

He really wasn’t very good at this. He tried to think what Scott or Virgil would do, and mostly the talking bit happened later… the first response to a sad sibling usually boiled down to one of those magical all-encompassing big brother hugs. But surely he needed to be bigger than Gordon for that to work? Alan was the baby, he didn’t have the arms for it. Didn’t have the presence.

Yet… maybe it wasn’t about size. Thunderbird Three was, after all, a lot bigger than Two. But Two’s wings had an unparalleled ability to shelter them all. While Three was adventure, Two was safety. And Four, Alan realised, depended on her more than any of them.

Right now Four needed Two badly.

But Three was better than nothing.

He held his breath and reached around Gordon’s shoulders and pulled him close. His elder brother stiffened for a moment, clearly conflicted. Then seemed to melt into Alan’s side with a gasp. Alan wrapped his other arm around him and squeezed tighter.

“What if we don’t get him back, Alan?”

“We will. He will be ok.”

“You don’t know that.”

“No, but… I’m hoping really really hard.”

“I guess that’s all we’ve got.”

“That and… we always have each other? Tracys stick together no matter what, right?”

Gordon huffed a small laugh from somewhere in the vicinity of Alan’s armpit.

“What?”

“You’re just a teeny tiny Scott clone, you know that right?”

“I’m not that small!”

Alan flicked Gordon on the ear. Gordon jabbed him in the side which made him squeal uncontrollably. They scrabbled for a few moments before both tipped over and lay there for a minute, laughing the kind of laughs you laugh when the only other option is to cry.

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Sally hurried out of the lift, dragging a small suitcase and clutching the paper pharmacy bag she’d had to shout down three junior pharmacists and two senior to obtain. Turned out, even when you have the consultant psychiatrist convinced, the pharma team were very reluctant to dispense an older drug, even if it had been proven to work well on a particular patient in the past. She didn’t have time to mess about with the shiny new third gen antipsys when she didn’t know how her boy would react. She just needed some certainty. They all did. That she’d managed to make them see sense without having to use the Name was professionally satisfying. She didn’t really want to risk that kind of speculation right now. People could be unkind about things they didn’t understand.

Somewhat apprehensive as to what state Gordon and Alan might be in, she was surprised, although not unpleasantly, to find both younger brothers on their feet, brushing slush from their clothes and hair… flicking it at each other just a little more than seemed strictly necessary. She raised an eyebrow in askance then lowered it, deciding not to go there. Whatever kept these two going right now was fine by her. She hugged them both briefly but hard, then heaved the case on to the platform.

“Right boys, let’s go home.”

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drive-in

A/N : my first Steve harrington fic!! Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : you and Steve go on a movie date at the drive-in theater and halfway into the movie you can't help but get a little frisky at the back of his car.

Pairing : Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, semi-public, car sex, exhibitionism kink

It was deep in the summer, the air warm and humid during the day though the nights were relatively cooler with a gentle breeze blowing in the dusk. 

You were in Steve’s burgundy 1983 BMW 733i which you were fairly certain was the only love of his life with the way he gets so protective about it not letting anyone drive it ever. 

It was almost dark as you were headed to the drive-in behind the starcourt mall. Steve in the driver’s seat one hand on the steering wheel while the other raked through his perfectly styled hair. He faced you briefly, a sweet smile etched on his lips as he reached out his hand to interlace with yours. He caressed your hand with his thumb, the act so gentle and sweet, just an example of how Steve could always make you feel loved even with a small gesture like this. 

You held your hands the whole ride as the car drove past the forest lined road. Soon the neon lights of the parking lot of the drive-in came into view and he slowed down near the gate.

“Two adults, that will be $5.” the gatekeeper droned. Steve handed him the cash out of his wallet and steered to the back row of the parking lot, shutting the engine.

He stepped out of the car and said. “I’ll go get the popcorn.”

“Ok.” you smiled and watched him walk towards the food trucks.

Top gun was playing tonight and everyone seemed to have been raving about it since its release. ‘To see Tom Cruise on the screen as a pilot flying fighter planes’ you had said dreamily the other day earning you an eye roll from Steve. ‘You and your fleeting crushes’ he had grumbled and you had laughed at his teeny tiny jealousy. Nevertheless, he agreed to watch the movie with you on the weekend. 

The opening credits began to roll when Steve returned with a large tub of popcorn and two cans of cola. You reclined back your seats and got comfortable placing the tub of popcorn in the middle of you on the gear shift.

“God Tom Cruise looks so good in that uniform.” you sighed, making heart eyes.

“Uh huh.” Steve remarked dryly .

“Oh c’mon just look at him. Look at those blue eyes and that body.”

“Way to make a man feel better babe.” he grumbled and you were filled with amusement.

“Awww Stevey, you know I love you right?” you cooed and he huffed rolling his eyes.

“Yeah yeah as if you won’t leave me for Tom Cruise.”

“I mean…” you pretended to think. “Given the chance, why not?”

“Really Y/N?” he looked at you incredulously.

“Oh relax, I’m just kidding.” you giggled. “Sorry to say but you’re stuck with me indefinitely. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

“Well am I not the luckiest guy in the whole world then?” he grinned and you blushed.

“Ok now hush let me watch the movie.” you said and turned your attention ahead on the screen.

For the first hour or so you were both engrossed in the movie. On screen Tom Cruise as Maverick violently argues with Kelly McGillis’ Charlie about his performance report which should be better according to him. Charlie tries to explain her evaluation but is interrupted when Maverick decides to leave on his bike. She chases him in her car, catches up with him and reveals she has feelings for him.

But Steve’s whole attention shifted to you observing your face illuminated from the soft light of the screen as you smiled at the on going scene. He noticed your white summer dress, small dainty red flowers printed all over it and with your hair down you looked sweet as sin.

You felt Steve’s gaze upon you and looked at him, your eyes locked, a flicker of current passing between you. “What?” you asked.

Steve said nothing. His dark brown eyes simmered with liquid heat coasting down your body appreciatively before meeting your eyes again. You knew that look very well. The air inside the car thickened as he watched your chest rise and fall in labored breaths. Silent words were exchanged as he licked his bottom lip and your body hummed with excitement.

Steve slowly leaned in and you closed the gap between the both of you, pressing your lips against his. His hand ran across your cheek and then up to your hair, holding onto it gently as his eyes closed for a passionate kiss. 

You felt yourself melt against him almost, completely relaxing yourself from his gentle touch as take my breath away plays on the screen. Your hands tugged on the roots of long silky hair at the nape of his neck and he groaned.

His hands slid down your neckline to your breasts cupping them gently. You gasped and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, tasting the hint of sweetness of cola you had a few minutes ago. He tweaked your pebbled buds through your dress and you moaned squirming in your seat as moisture gathered between your thighs. Your hand came down to palm his growing erection. Steve was the one to eventually break the kiss, reluctantly sitting back. Both of your cheeks flushed panting heavily.

“Fuck.” he rasped. “I don’t think I can wait till the movie ends. You want to take it in the back?” 

You didn’t have to be told twice. The movie long forgotten as both of you squeezed yourselves in the backseat. It took a little bit of fumbling to get in a comfortable position, but you were finally sitting astride your boyfriend, your dress bunched up to your waist, his back against the backseat of the car. Thankfully in the back row there were only empty trailers on both the sides of your car and the people in the front were busy watching the movie in their cars.

You heard the click of the belt buckle as he pulled down the zipper and freed his hard cock. You took him in your hand and stroked his cock slowly, teasing him. Steve bucked up into your hand, showing how impatient he was to be inside of you. He then pushed your panties to the side and dipped two fingers into your heat finding you slick you with arousal.

“Shit you’re soaking babe, is that all for me?” he asked, pumping his fingers lazily in and out of you.

“Oh god…” you grinded hard on his fingers. “Yes Stevey, all for you.”

He pulled out and you whined at the loss of his fingers. He brought them to his mouth and you watched him with hooded eyes licking them clean. Fishing out a condom from his back pocket he rolled it down his length before lining up his cock to your entrance.

You held onto his broad shoulders lifting your hips up and then slid down him slowly, both of you moaning as he filled you to the hilt. His hands held onto your hips to keep you steady and you slowly began to rock your hips.

“That’s my girl, look at you riding my cock in the back of my car where people can see us… I brought you here to watch a movie but look what happened,” His dirty talk with the thrill of getting caught turning you on even more. Your hands fisted on his shirt as you moved faster up and down his cock. 

The sight of him was breathtaking: his head was back against the headrest, eyes closed, lips wide open and moans escaping from them. You pushed his hair away from his eyes and leaned in to kiss him deeply, sucking on his tongue and nipped on his bottom lip.

The sounds of the movie playing behind you were drowned out with your collective breathy moans and grunts. Steve peppered kisses down your neck and pulled down the front of your dress, your boobs bouncing free into his eager hands. He dipped down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, looking up at you, knowing how sensitive they are making you moan like crazy.

“Fuck, I’m close,” your body wound tighter clenching hard around him, feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations. Steve let go of your breast with a wet pop and started to thrust upwards hard and fast his hips meeting yours.

“I want to feel you cum around me baby girl,” Steve coaxed, his breath hot against your neck. “Maybe we can fuck again when we get back home, you would like that won’t you? Always so eager for my cock.” he continued to thrust deeply inside you, his nimble fingers finding your clit, drawing circles around it.  

“Yes Steve, fuck… I can never get enough of you and your cock,” you said, tugging on his hair.

“I know baby I can feel you squeezing me tight,” He could tell you were right on the edge as he rubbed harder on your swollen nub. “Cum for me and don’t be quiet, maybe someone will hear in the cars in front of us,” He teased. “Let everyone know what a slut you are and only I can make you feel this good.”

Those words were your undoing as you threw your head back and came with a loud moan of his name. Your inner muscles pulsating as you rested your forehead against his, panting and moaning against his lips. Steve cursed under his breath and with a few deep thrusts he let go inside of you, painting your walls with his hot cum.

“Fuck Y/N!” he groaned, his hands gripping your ass roughly. You held his face and leaned down to give him a sloppy kiss on the lips, still out of breath.

Eventually you came down from your highs and cleaned up, fixing your clothes before moving back to the front seats. After your little fun sexacapade in the back seat you silently watched the rest of the movie holding hands and stealing kisses in between frequently. 

Once the movie was over, you quickly packed up everything and Steve started the drive back home. You reached over and ran a finger down his denim covered thigh, making him look over at you with a raised eyebrow at a red light.

“Were you serious about round two?” You asked with a cheeky grin.

“Extremely,” he replied and stepped his foot on the gas once the light turned green.

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Tired (cheshire verse) : Jason Todd x fem!reader

Still, a part of Cheshire!verse. Other parts are: Cheshire cat, That damn gala and Five years later (previous to Tired)

This story took a bit of a turn because of @miraculous-panic. You wanted to know what happened between Dick and reader, so there you go. that was not planned so thanks :D

So, long story short, my dead almost-boyfriend turned out to be not-so-dead real-time boyfriend

Crazy, right?

Happy ending for everyone, rose petals, doves and all that shit used at the end of any cliché rom-com.

Well.

It was not so simple.

Ever since Jason came back from the grave (which apparently was five years ago, he just simply forgot to leave a memo on that) he’s been acting…. Different. More violent, more aggressive, more impulsive I daresay. He completely let go of the old “no killing rule” and just went full on, dealing with the criminals in his own way.

Sure, neither Bruce nor Dick nor any other member of the batfamily approved of that and that was the reason he was cast out. Not that he cared. About them. It was teeny-tiny different with me. And after some time it actually started to get problematic.

I mean, how can you be the so-called hero and date an anti-hero? How can you (yes, I mean myself) work with the bats (fuck, Batman himself) and be ok with your boyfriend getting all bloody with the literal blood of people. (even if they’re the bad ones)? How can you deal with the fact that the same arms that gets to hold you every night some nights and hands that write love letters on your skin are also used to point a gun to someone’s head.

You can’t. Not in the long run.

So, given that, I tried to fight for him. I knew he was dealing with the anger issues, that the Lazarus Pit left him changed, but I refused to let it consume him. I was really doing everything. Never pushing him, just being there, showing him different ways, throwing hints to help him get back to the old ways. He never listened. Not that I blamed him after everything he’s been through.

Most of the times, I dealt with it by myself, but from time to time I just wasn’t able to process all those contradictions in me. I was becoming a fucking hypocrite, losing myself in  all this mess of vigilantism and relationship. Those were the times when I stayed at the manor with Dick, Tim and Damian, letting them help me with thoughts. Usually by distracting me. Dick would do his most crazy acrobatics in a show-off manner only to make me smile, Tim would talk about the random facts he found on the internet and Damian… well, Damian would just sit next to me, not saying a single thing, giving me space but just his presence was enough. Yeah, me and Damian had a very deep bond even though no one would guess it.

It was that one patrol with boys that got me spinning. We were doing our rounds in one part of Gotham, Bruce leading the operation, while Red Hood was riding solo on the other. It was like a race against time since we had to save some people taken hostage and exposed to some sort of enhanced neurotoxin (suck on that, Crane with your fear gas) which would soon turn them into a freaking zombie. Luckily, we were fast enough getting to the secret lab in time to turn the tables around and once again safe the day. Yay! Hurray! Bats to the rescue. But, it wasn’t really like that.

“Y/N?” Dick noticed me standing in the corner of the room, eyes fixed on one point in space, absentmindedly running my fingers against the counter full of some crazy medical accessories “Hey, are you all right?” his voice became concerned when he realized what might be going through my head.

“No.” I shook my head “No. I don’t think I am, Dick…..”

“You’re thinking ‘bout him, right? About Jason?”

“Yes… I….” I took a deep breath “I don’t know what I’m doing Dick. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I save people, but at the same time let them die, not stopping him. I stick to the moral code that Jay break every night. ….. I….. I……” I felt like I was suffocating

“Hey, hey. Breathe.” Dick reached an arm towards me and squeezed my hand gently “you’re spinning”

“How…. How can I not? the second I think about everything he’s been through all the rules and codes are becoming blurry. Fuck, I love him Dick…..”

“I know. And right now, I need you to calm down, ok?”

“I’m trying to, but……”

“Grayson. Y/L/N.” oh, thank God for Damian. His cold and collected self was like a heaven send. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at my shaking figure but did not say a word. He knew. “You’re staying at the manor tonight, Y/N.” this was not a question. Damian Al’ghul Wayne was way above asking.

“You know you are a tyrant, right Damian?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, Y/N.” where the hell did Tim came from “you know you shouldn’t be alone in a state like this. Remember what happened last time?”

“I’m sorry what exactly happened last time?” Dick was suddenly far more stern than before

“NOTHING! NOTHING! Don’t you dare saying a word, Tim!”

“We’re gonna find it  one way or another” Damian smirked and Dick scoffed.

“SHUT UP! Just shut up all of you! I’ll stay!” I cried out “you know I’ll stay…..” the second part was said in a softer manner “really, thank you for putting up with me.”

“Hey, anytime, sunshine” Dick smiled putting arm around me and leading me out to the exit.

***

Two hours later, I still could not sleep. Too many thoughts has been running thorough my minds. So, instead of laying I was in the kitchen, crouched on the barstool, elbows leaning against the counter and with the cup of chamomile tea in hands. I hated chamomile, but Alfred always said it helped you relax, so why not try?

“Why are you up?”

“Shit! Dick! I almost burned myself! We’re in the house you don’t need to sneak up on me!”

“Sorry” he flashed a smile “force of habit. Why aren’t you in bed? You look tired.”

“I am.” I sighed deeply “ my crazy brain however does not seem to be.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“What’s there to talk about? I’m trapped into one of the most cliché scheme. A hero falling for a villain.”

“Hm. I don’t know. Do you think you are a hero?” he laughed

“Dick….”

“Sorry, Y/N. Though I would make you smile.”

“Not this time, Boy wonder. Not really in the mood.”

“Sorry. But if you don’t want to talk, how about a hug from your favorite bat?”

“Do you think you are my favorite bat?” I raised an eyebrow

“I don’t think. I know. Now come here. “ he extended his arms and I was more than eager to dive in his embrace “does it make you feel better.”

“I don’t know. It definitely reminds me of our childhood times.  Those when I was still learning the vigilante shit and you were always there to protect me.” I muttered

“And I always will.” He assured “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Do you have someone specific in mind?”  I couldn’t look him in the eyes, fearing the answer

“No. No one specific. Just anyone who would dare so.”

“Hate to break it to you, Dick, but I’m old enough to stand up for myself….”

“But….?”

“But it feels nice to have you.”

“You’re like my little sister, Y/N.” he ruffled my hair and I scoffed but smiled lightly

“Are you two comfortable?” a grumpy voice of another person who was apparently sleepless disturbed the moment of silence between me and Dick.

“How the hell did you get in?!” in a matter of second Damian was standing in the kitchen, followed closely by Tim, both of them with their stern face expression.

“Hello, Jason” Dick smiled

“I said….” Damian repeated only to be ignored once again.

“What the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend, Grayson?!”

 “Oh, that is just great” I hissed and rolled my eyes. The last thing I needed was possessive Jason, still in his Red Hood suit facing his brothers

“I think you should leave, Jason” Tim tried to take precautions to avoid bloodbath between his older brothers

“And why would I do that, huh?”

“Um. Cause you are not welcomed here?”

“Damian!” I hissed. That was harsh, even for him.

“I think we should all just calm down and …..”

“Cut it, replacement! Why is she here? Are you keeping her captive or something?”

“Now you’re just being paranoid, Jason.”

“Paranoid, sure. I finished ….. “ he shook his head not really wanting to finish this sentence “and came straight to her. Do you even realize how  I freaked out when you weren’t there?” his pained gaze landed on me “and then it clicked. You must be at the manor. So I came, and I saw you with Dick and …..”

“Ugh….” Damian hissed

“you know I was trying to make her feel better after she broke on the patrol! Because of you, you idiot” Dick hissed and took a few steps towards Jason so now they were angrily looking at each other

“Once again….ugh. What were you two doing?”

“ Talking!” I yelled and finally got their attention making the four boys quiet for a second. “we were talking. And then hugged. That’s it! You are all insane! Yes, Tim, you too! And now, if you all excuse me, I’m going to bed. I;m done with all of you. Have a good night, gentlemen.”

“Y/N….” Jace called to me, guilt and regret In his voice and in his whole posture

“No, Jace. I’m really, really tired. We’ll …. Talk tomorrow. Or not, I guess.” I looked onto the floor “and I’m pretty sure your yelling and screaming woke up Alfred. And possibly Bruce. So good luck with dealing with them.”

***

“Morning, Y/L/N”.

“Ah! Damian! What the fuck!” the youngest Wayne was standing right above me. It was definitely not how I expected to wake up.

“did you sleep well?”

“GET OUT!”

“You know, you should really answer your phone. It rang like twenty times in the last ten minutes. Bet it’s Todd.”

“Yeah, thanks for the head up, Damian.”

“You know, I’ll be more than glad to help you with that little problem with him….”

“I’m serious Damian, get out!”

“Fine, I’ll deal with him without asking you.”

I groaned. My head was killing me after everything that happened last night. All the emotions and doubts coming back. But, if Jason was blowing off my phone that means he sneaked past Bruce and no one got hurt in the process.

“Y/N?” he picked up after the first signal

“Were you expecting someone else?”

“No really, but with our line of work you can never be sure.” He chucked and that made me smile “Did you sleep well?”

“Someone made sure my night was quite eventful.”

“yeah, I’m… I’m sorry about that, love. I guess I got a bit carried away…” I could tell he was scratching his head in embarrassment

“A little?”

“Ok, fine, a lot! I’m sorry. Just seeing you with dick….”

“Jason.” I propped myself up and sat on the bed “come on. I’ve known him forever. He’s like a brother to me. You know that. Nothing could ever happen between us. I saw him in too many shaming moments. Did I ever  tell you about that one time I caught him trying yoga and not being able to untwist himself out of a very complicated asana?”

“You did. But I can never get enough of that” he laughed wholeheartedly “I’ll take every story like that.”

“As much as I love to hear you, Jay, I’m sure you didn’t call me to talk about Dick.”

“Oh, hell no. Out of everyone in that manor, you are the only one I’m interested in.” I felt a little blush on my cheeks “Hey, listen, Red cleared some business and is going to have a quiet night. I was thinking…. We haven’t seen each other a lot lately so maybe you could meet me at our rooftop?”

“We saw each other last night when you encroached the manor”

“You know what I mean”

“And you do realize it’s highly disturbing  when you talk about yourself in third person?”

“Precautions, honey. Are you absolutely sure it’s a safe line?”

“I was till now.”

“What changed?”

“I heard interference in the back, just give me a second to deal with it….”

I rushed out of my room (still in my pj) to Tim’s and after a little bangs and words spoken in angered voice was back on the line.

“Sorry, Jay. It was Tim, who apparently got bored. But he won’t be eavesdropping on us anymore.”

“What did you do to him?” Jason laughed

“Nothing permanent.” I shrugged even though he could not see it. “However, I think boys can do without me one night so I’d love to meet you. I missed you Jay.”

“I missed you too, baby.”

“And since when it’s our rooftop?”

***

Jason’s POV

I might have lied to her. I did not exactly secured the Red’s business. And now, when I was waiting for her with that helmet on I started to wonder if my goons people could do without me. But I promised her. I promised her some time alone and I wasn’t going to break it. She’s been neglected and abandoned by me way more than it should have happened. God, I did miss her. I missed making her smile, seeing her laugh. Just being with her.  It was like my entire being craved her, both physically and emotionally.

“Hey there, stranger.’ oh, there she was, also in her gear, landing softly and quietly on the roof behind me

“Hello, kitty. I’m sorry but I’m waiting for someone.” I smiled taking a step toward her

“Hm, really? Red Hood waiting for someone?” she raised an eyebrow “usually it’s the other way round. Must be someone special then."

“She is. She truly freaking is.” I grabbed her waist and pull her closer to me, breathing in her scent. I had no idea how she was doing it but she always smelled like the ocean. Fresh and intoxicating.

“So, it’s a she.” She hummed and sneaked her hands around me making me melt into her touch “Lucky one.”

“What about you,  Cheshie? Are you just wandering around out of loneliness?”

“Maybe. I mean, there is that special one, but we have been passing each other of late.” She pouted “he’s been occupied.”

“Sounds like a loser.”

“Nah. Just busy man with busy schedule. But he promised me he’ll be there tonight.”

“That’s no excuse. A girl like you deserve all the time in the world.” I removed my helmet staying only in the mask.

“Is that so?” she smiled almost unnoticeably.

“I’m sure.” I leaned in, our lips inched apart and I was just burning to kiss her, but she was still keeping her distance. I did not want to force anything, so just waited.

“How about we wait together than, Hood?” she moved slightly up and I took the hint.

“I can work with that.” Finally. Finally our lips met. Her soft one pressing against mine. Fuck! We’ve been kissing so many times before but every time if felt like the first one. She was intoxicating, a poison running in my veins. The kind of poison I never wanted out of my system. I needed more of her so I grabbed her chin lightly deepening the kiss and tightening the grip on her waist to pull her closer to my chest and further into my arms where she belonged. Soon enough my mouth moved to her neck biting on her soft spot.

“Ja….”

“Shhh, baby, use the code name.”

“Nah. I don’t think so” much to my surprise she  pushed my away. My boy wouldn’t like me to call someone else’s name. I bet your s/o wouldn’t either.”

“So, you’re the faithful one, huh?”

“It’s only fair to the person I’m in love with.”

“In love, huh? Lucky bastard.”

“Don’t know about it. He’s the type who can get any girl he wants. Maybe he’s just with me because of praxis.” She looked down, dispirited.

“Baby” I lifted her chin up “believe me, I only got eyes for you.”

“What happened to the code names?”  Y/N tilted her head in that cute way

“Fuck that. Don’t care anymore. Now, let’s get out of here. I promised you some good time, didn’t I?”

***

Holy shit, he lived up to his word giving me the best time ever.  All of his attention and affection I missed for so freaking long. His soft touches and lips lingering on my skin, kissing it from time to time.

Ok, I don’t know what you thought about, but being a vigilante and dating one messed up anti-hero make you enjoy little things.

So, during our time alone, those little moments we get to steal, we were just cuddling together, enjoying a good book. Nothing fancy, and yet it brought us closer together than anything else in the world. Jason was leaning on the bedframe in one of his safe housed, my head on his chest, eyes closed, legs intertwined, his right hand holding the book, while left traced patterns on my skin. We simply enjoyed each other presence and warm, not being Red Hood and Cheshire, just Jason and Y/N, our mask discarded and tossed somewhere on the floor. This may have not been the safest, but neither of us seemed to care.

Honestly, I have no idea how this peaceful evening/night turned into a soap opera. One moment I was falling asleep , feeling loved and secure in his arms and the second someone was banging on the door rushing inside.

“Roy?” Jason sprung out making sure not to drop me onto the floor in the process. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry, Jace. There’s an emergency. We need you like right now.”

“But….” He hesitated looking at me.

“Go! I’m serious. Go! I’ll wait here. Just…. please, don’t kill anyone. Please.”

“I love you, Y/n. “ he pulled me in and kissed me softly, his lips lingering on mine, not ready to let go “I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.”

***

He was back an hour later. With blood on his hands and it got me spinning the same way it did last night in the manor.  Only this time I decided to confront him about it. I should have predicted this would get angry very fast.

"But I fucking love you!"

"YOUR LOVE HURTS!" Oh, damn. I said it.

"Wha... What?" the brokeness on his face seemed to transpire straight into my heart. Just for a second I saw the same little boy I knew before. Little Jason, who craved love and affection and for some crazy reason could never get enough of it. All that shortage was still there.

"Your love.... hurts." I managed to say, but the last part was almost inaudible.

"Hm." he muttered acting so much like Bruce, quickly covering for his moment of weakness

"What?" there were so many words hidden behind that "one "hm" and I caught herself mentally preparing for a hit from him. It was coming.

"You're giving up on me then?" he hissed "you know, for someone who tried to be so different than Bruce and took so much fucking pride out of it, you two are awfully similar."

"Are we really?"

"You don't see it now. But he gave up on me after my death as well. Never fucking coming after Joker to revenge me. It was like....."

"Like he never wanted you." I finished looking straight into his eyes and that sparked something in him.

"'Cause you never really wanted me either, did you?" he hissed taking a few steps towards me and pushing me into the wall with all the force he could get. Which was a lot. I didn't even wince at the hit but my eyes grew wide "You were just playing around, ready to jump into Dick's bed, huh? Cause everyone wants a fucking hero!" he shook me violently.

"This is not fair, Jay. It's so not fair......" I whined. Now he was hurting me.

"Fuck!" finally he realised that his own anti-hero instincts were working against him. Against me. Against us, if there were even still us. Due to that realization he released the grip on my shoulders making me fall to the ground because my legs were shaking.

"You say it like I wasn't fighting for you for the last half a year. I did. You can't deny that."

"Y/N, I'm...."

"I know. You're sorry. That's the thing with you, isn't it? You do some stupid shit. You apologize. And then it starts again. I'm tired, Jason. I'm really, really tired. You dare to put the words in my mouth saying that I don't love you. That I don't think you're worth fighting for. So tell me, why am I not enough for you to go back to your previous self? Not the unhinged....."

"Monster?"

"I never said that." I looked down.

"You didn't have to."

"STOP TRYING TO GUESS WHAT I THINK!" I yelled like never before and took him by surprise. "If I didn't love you, If I thought you were a monster I would give up so long ago. But I didn't. Because I love you more than anything and you fucking know that!"

"And you know I love you Y/N. You do, right?"

"But we're not good for each other, apparently. And I....."

"For what it's worth, I never wanted to put you through it. It's just all this anger inside me" he cupped my cheek resting his forehead on mine. "You can't do it, can you?"

"No. No, I don't think I can."

"It's ok. I get it" his hand moved to the back of my head, the other resting on my waist pulling me closer.

"Do you really?"

"No."

I sighed deeply opening her mouth but he cut me before anything was actually said.

"Stay with me. Just tonight. Please."

"Jaybird......"

"Please. One last time."

"And then it's over?"

"And...." his voice broke and he had to pause before continuing "and then it's over."

***

Jason’s POV

I knew she wasn’t sleeping and neither was I. However, none of us dared saying a word to each other, instead choosing to lay in the bed in complete silence. She was the little spoon and I was holding her (or maybe to her) with desperation I’ve never experienced before. Please, don’t leave me. Please don’t go. I don’t want to be alone again.  but all those thoughts were selfish. She needed someone better. She deserved someone better. Someone who wouldn’t drag her through hell every night. Someone who would hold her gently, making her feel safe and taken care of. Someone who was not crazy and did not have Lazarus Pit in his veins. Someone nice. Aka some loser, who could never love her the way I did, but would keep her out of the trouble. Red hood, fuck – I was the rood hood! So, I was the one who would always bring trouble to her. Someone could kidnap her, hurt her, kill her, because of me. And what was even worse, she did not deserve to be dragged all over social media as the hero who gets involved with vigilante. The public would eat her alive for hypocrisy. And as much as I knew she wouldn’t say a word about how much that would be killing her inside, I needed to safe her from that.

But I still wanted her in my crazy, messed up life.

She was my lifeline and I loved her so fucking much.

I loved her brain and her body. Her hair and her slightly snub nose. Her hair and her eyes. Her soft skin under my fingers and the way it felt against mine. Her lips. Her sense of humor, her intelligence and the way she always made me feel loved. Even if I never deserved it. I loved the way she was bantering with demon and replacement showing her fluent sarcasm. I loved how she kept her cool and how collected she was during patrols. After all, I might have spied on her a few times. I loved how she was letting me hold her warm, soft body and snuggled into my chest. And now, I was about to lose it all. Loose her. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!

***

I felt like crying, but parting was the right way to do. We tried to make it work and yet, failed. I couldn’t fall asleep again, instead focusing on his hands gently rubbing my skin and his unusually steady breath on my neck. Almost as if he was trying to convince me that everything was going to be fine. We were going to be fine without each other. Big fat lie.We both know this would leave a scar forever. Another one to add to the collection. We couldn’t be together but we also could not be apart.

Now that I said it, it seemed like we were replaying some crazy Shakespeare drama. Romeo and Juliet? Holy shit. If you cut that little romanticism part and the families who tried to keep young lovers apart everything fit. Ironically, even the dying part.

Jason’s breath hitched a bit and he held me closer as I closed my eyes. Please, don’t let me go. I begged silently in my mind. Please, fight for us. Fight for yourself. For…. Me. Sad truth however, he was the one who already gave up. Not me.

I don’t know how and when but we both feel asleep in each other arms. Maybe it was because it was still familiar. Thank god, Jason was far more exhausted than me so I woke up first. Otherwise we would get back into the same spinning circle of apologies, promises and hurt.

Being a vigilante I caught the moment instantly and used it to wriggle out of his arms. It was killing me. I was the only person around whom Jason was able to let his guard down and actually rest and now I was going to pull the rug from under him. From my boy.

 But he already knew I would.

I picked up my small bag, quickly gathering all the stuff and kissed the top of his head .

“I love you Jason Todd. No matter what I always will.” I whispered before turning around and sneaking out the window. I didn’t want to use the creeping door to avoid waking him and starting this whole circle of convincing again.

***

Third person POV

When he woke up she was already gone, the only sign she was real in the form of messy pillow and her lingering scent on the sheets.

“FUCK!” he groaned in frustration throwing a fist into the wall. He lost her. Again. This time probably for good.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

YN Ackerman: Dating Jean Kirschtein

Jean Kirschstein featuring the whole AOT gang x Yn Ackerman (Levi Ackerman's sister; she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, kissing 😍

AN: This is a request from @lilacveiledsea! I figured we need a tiny change in fandoms for the day 🥰 also this is kind of modern remix with some of the wording. I can’t and won’t be stopped on my emoji usage 😂

Oh my dearest YN

Dear dear, innocent YN

You precious angel I'm so sorry 🤣

Not only are you related to this 👇🏻

But you are also besties with the chaotic duo known as Hange and Erwin 😃

Thoughts and prayers YN 🙏🏻

Because wow is your life hectic!

Seriously I'm not sure how you do it

You basically wake up and your life is in shambles

"YN WAKE UP!" Hange screams, banging on your door

"It's 4am!" You yell

"Get up YN you're late," your brother shouts

"Late for what?!?! It's 4AM!" You again

"If you have to ask YN then you're already behind," Erwin shouts

You 👉🏻😐 dear god why me?

Life in the scouts is anything but boring for you

Seriously being the baby sister of Levi is a full time job

Mans needs someone to just chill him out Ok ✋🏻

"Levi will you please just calm down," you say exasperated

"YN we have alot to do before the next mission," your brother says

"Yes and we have time so stop running everyone ragged if you expect them to fight off 15 meter titans!" You argue back

Levi 👉🏻😐😑

You 👉🏻😠

Please YN you are the only one (besides Historia) who can talk back to him

Not that he takes you seriously 😒 but still

Not only do you hold major control over Levi but also you are the calm Hange needs

"YN ALL THIS RESEARCH ISNT GOING TO DO ITSELF!" Hange screams

"Yes but it can wait for you to sleep for a few hours," you say, pulling your friend from their station

"YN I'm so close to a breakthrough!" Hange exclaims

"That's great but it can wait for you to take a nap," you say full on grabbing your friend and dragging them from their workshop

Literally YNs job is not to fight titans, it's to babysit the scouts 😅

Even Erwin relys on you to keep him sane

"Alright times up, put the pen down," you say, bursting into your friends chambers

"Just a few more minutes," Erwin says, scribbling on some papers

"No! The timer went off and the pen GOES DOWN!" You say going up to grab the pen from Erwins hands

"Just a few minutes YN," he says quickly pulling it away as you glare 😑

"I swear to god Erwin I will set fire to this entire office if you don't put that pen down right now-" you 😡

Erwin 👉🏻😐 you wouldn't dare....

You 👉🏻 🕯 try me....

The pen goes down as Erwin stands up, moving past you

"You are ridiculous," he says

You 👉🏻😊 🤗

But you see YN, your efforts don't go unnoticed...

Because a certain someone is always watching 👀

Kind of creepy but listen, his intentions are good ok

You see, a certain Scout member just so happens to have a MAJOR crush on you

Literally he's hard-core in love with you YN

Jean has always thought you were perfect and an all around amazing person

He respects everything about you from the way you kill titans to the way you care for your friends and family

You've sort of formed an interesting friendship with Jean

While we all know he can act a bit "childish" we also know he is super reliable and helpful

Hrs always there when you need him 🥰

So much so that you sort of, kind of, develop a teeny TINY crush on the man's

Honestly, do not blame you YN 🥵

But you had always thought Jean liked Mikasa

I mean, would wouldn't be entirely wrong YN but he still had more feelings towards you than anyone else

In fact 👀 he'd often get a little jealous when he say you talking a certain someone

"Hey YN!" Eren would say as you turned and smiled

"Hey Eren! What's up?" You asked

Jean rn 👉🏻 >:(

"Not much just taking a break," Eren would say sitting next to you

As in, RIGHT next to you...

Less than an inch apart 😑

So leave it to our buddy Jean to waltz right up to Eren and tell him off!

"Aren't you suppose to be cleaning Titan boy?" Jean would growl

You 👉🏻👀 🍿

"I'm just taking a break and I thought I'd spend it talking to a pretty girl," Eren said as you blushed heavily

Oof Jean was not impressed in the slightest!

"Maybe YN doesn't want to talk to you? She looks busy," Jean said, bending down in front of Eren and glaring at him

You are still just like 👉🏻😃

"Well if I'm bothering YN she can tell me herself," Eren says back, standing up and facing off with Jean

Alright nows definitely the time to interfere YN

Too bad your big brother has that taken care of

"YEAGER get your ass back to cleaning! KIRSCHTEIN pick up a mop, if you have time to talk you have time to clean!" Levi yelled as you giggled at both men

“YN WHY ARE YOU INCITING A RIOT?!?” Levi yells at you

You 👉🏻 🧍‍♀️literally existing

You see, Levi knows Jean had a crush on you

And he also knows you have a crush on jean 👀

And he doesn’t like it one bit

Jean also knows that Levi knows that he has a crush on you

Phew 😮‍💨 it’s like a game of telephone over here

But Jean isn’t deterred

He does everything and anything to impress you

From finishing his cleaning first to helping you clean to killing 15 meter titans

“Did you see that Yn?” Jean boasts as you smile and nod

“Everyone saw that brat,” Levi says, swinging by and killing two more 15 meters right in front of Jean

Oof-

However Jean just takes that as a challenge to win your brother over

So when your ODM malfunctions as you are swinging through the forest, you panic

“Crap crap!” You scream as you fall

“YN!” Erwin and Hange both shout as they race to get you

Fortunately for you, a knight in shining armor comes to your rescue 💅

That’s right, Jean is there to save the day!

He catches you, carefully swinging to a branch and setting you down

“Are you ok?” He asks as he checks you over intently

“YN!” Hange and Erwin shout as they land next to you

“I’m fine, thanks Jean!” You say as your brother swings by

“YN your lucky there weren’t any titans around or you would have been a goner,” Levi says as you glare

“Well thankfully Jean saved me!” You spit back as your brother rolls his eyes and continues on

Poor Jean isn’t going to get Levi’s approval that easily

Good thing your an independent woman and you don’t need your brothers blessing

So when you get back to base, you confront Jean

“Jean, I just wanted to say thanks for today,” you say, playing with your fingers as he looks at you

Suddenly, you lift your head and your lips graze his softly

Jean rn 👉🏻😐😳

“I like you Jean and I was kind of wondering if maybe…” you say before you are immediately cut off, his lips on yours again

“I like you too YN, a lot actually!” He says as you smile

And everyone lives happily ever after 😌

The end.

Just kidding 🙃

Because one thing about being in the scouts in that you literally have zero alone time

Every time you and Jean think you can be alone, someon interrupts

Once it was Armin, another time Mikasa, then Eren

Literally there is no safe space

Thankfully you manage to find a safe space behind the stables

That is, until 👀

“HOLY CRAP I KNEW IT!” You hear shouting as you and Jean quickly seperate to see Hange and Erwin staring at you

You and Jean 👉🏻😳😳

Erwin and Hange 👉🏻😐😍

“Please please don’t say anything to Levi!” You immediately beg

Hange rn 👉🏻😐😏

“Don’t worry YN, your secret is safe with us,” Erwin says as you sigh in relief

“Thanks commander,” Jean responds as he smiles at you

“You two really like each other huh?” Hange says as you both nod

“You really think Levi would disapprove if you were happy Yn?” Erwin asks

You, Jean and Hange 👉🏻😐 really?

“Ok noted but I really think you should tell him,” Erwin says walking away

Sure, you’ll tell Levi one day

It might be on his deathbed but you’ll eventually tell him right?

Well unfortunately for you, things don’t happen that way

You see, Jean is kind of, well he’s a possessive guy

Literally he gets so jealous and so incredibly easily

So when Eren is innocently flirting with you in the dining hall 👀

“TITAN BOY LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONE BEFORE I REARRANGE YOUR FACE!” Jean yells as everyone looks at him

Everyone including Levi

“This is fine just don’t make eye contact don’t make eye contact… CRAP,” you think as you accidentally look at your brother who is now glaring at you over his tea

“YN, Kirstein my office NOW!” Levi screams as he stops out

Hange 👉🏻🫡 fair well YN

Jean 👉🏻😃 crap-

You 👉🏻🙏🏻 counting your days

You and Jean enter Levi’s office and sit down

Not only is he sitting at his desk but he’s staring at both of you

“Levi I can explain-”

“It’s not Yn’s fault-”

Levi 👉🏻✋🏻

You and Jean 👉🏻🤐🤐

“I just want to know one thing… why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Levi asks

You and Jean 👉🏻🤨🤨 wait what-

“I knew you two liked each other for a while and I suspected you were dating but I’m just wondering why you wouldn’t tell me?” Levi asks

“I- I just thought you wouldn’t approve,” you say

Levi sighs, “are you happy Yn?”

“Im happy,” Jean says : D

“I didn’t ask you Kirstein! YN?”

You grab Jeans hand and smile, “I am!”

“Ok well that’s all I need,” Levi says, “now get out of here.”

You and Jean stand, quietly moving quickly to the door

“Kirschstein, I’m not done with you yet!” Levi says as Jean gulps

You just smile, turning to kiss you boyfriend

“Thoughts and prayers” ✌🏻

[mllechartreux]

Flirty Drunk

Summary: You can’t keep your hands to yourself when drunk.

Content: suggestive themes, drunkenness, alcohol, teasing, teeny tiny bit nippleplay (m. receiving), MDNI

W/C: ~2k

A/N: I was thinking on this idea HEAVY before I decided to finally write it😩. I’m such a flirty drunk so this is pretty self indulgent. BBE=bad bitch energy.

Masterlist 

You and your friends had planned this girls’ night out earlier in the week. It had been weeks since you guys all got together so you were beyond excited, counting down the seconds until they got to your apartment, your shared apartment that is. You have been living with your boyfriend, Pro Hero Bakugo Katsuki, for a little less than a year now. 

You sat at your vanity applying your makeup, lip syncing every so often to a song from your ‘BBE’ playlist. The clock was swiftly approaching 9pm, meaning your friends would be here soon, but it also explained why you could see Bakugo getting ready for bed in the reflection of your mirror. Having just come out of the shower, his hair was still dripping as he put on a pair of cotton shorts and his black skull t-shirt. 

“You sure you’re fine with us pregaming here? It looks like you're about to go to sleep right now,” you mumbled, your mouth slightly open as you were putting on your lip gloss. Your eyes met in the reflection of the mirror as you set your lip gloss in the orange leather purse sitting on your vanity. 

He grunted, “I don’t fucking care, just don’t do stupid drunk shit. And don’t expect me to clean shit up if you throw up either,” his voice gruff, but you could spot his concern for you behind his words, the brash delivery only amusing in your eyes. 

You giggled and fixed your hair, giving yourself one last look over before standing and facing him.

“Of course not. I have absolutely no plans of getting into trouble or getting that drunk,” lighthearted sarcasm practically dripping from your words. Tonight’s motto was ‘shenanigans only’ so whatever happened, happened. 

You stood there expecting him to say something back but he just looked at you with an intimidating glint in his eyes, unabashedly staring at the way your body filled out your two piece outfit. You wore a pair of skin tight, white pants that flared at the bottom and had cut outs at the hip. On top it was a white sleeveless crop top with a heart-shaped cut out in the middle of the chest, giving a nice view of your boobs.

Heat and electricity rushed through your body making you fidget in place. With your hand on your hip you finally puffed out, “What?” 

“Turn around,” he growled, hand coming up to make the motion.  

So, like he said, you did a little twirl, but it was slow with subtle movement coming from your hips. Even when your body was facing away from him and he had a clear view of your ass, you turned your head to look at him, watching the lust shadow his eyes as he devoured you with them. 

“Like what you see babe, you’re always welcome to take a picture,” you teased, unable to stop yourself from smirking. 

“If you don’t shut up I’m gonna doing a lot more than take fucking pictures.” He crept towards you like you were prey, fully intent on delivering what he said.

Your heart sped up as he drew nearer and you immediately regretted teasing him. You had to act quick or you’d miss out on girls’ night. Each time he stepped towards you, you took one back. Too quickly, you felt your lower back hit the edge of your vanity, causing it to shake on impact.

“Katsuki, babe, listen. This isn’t you… ok well it is, but we can’t do this, not right now.” You pleaded, holding both of your arms outward in front of you, bracing for when his chest would finally meet your hands.

“Gimme me a chance and you’ll be begging to do it right now,” he chuckled, firm chest finally pressing into your hands. Even from arms length you could feel the heat radiating from his body and the strength of his weight pressing into your hands.  

Before he could push any further, you heard a knock at your front door, just in time too. You glanced towards your bedroom door and back up at him. You offered him a sheepish smile before grabbing your purse and prancing off to answer the door, grateful that he didn’t trap you and ignore the guests beyond your door.  

Your friends came rushing in, yelling and showing off the bottles in their hands. There was Casamigos, Tito’s and Crown Apple. 

Katsuki surprised you when he grabbed the bottles, capable of gripping all three in one hand. You couldn’t help but admire the veins popping out of his hands and biceps as he silently carried them to the kitchen and started making drinks for you and your friends. You didn’t expect him to help during the pre game but he made a damn good margarita. For someone who rarely drank though, he made sure you knew the margaritas were liquor. You guys were definitely right by the time you left the apartment. 

You guys went to 3 different clubs, one hip hop, one electro, one Latin and got some wings afterward, lemon pepper of course. It was an eventful night, one of your friends fell into a bush, another one’s heel broke and no guy dared to approach you since it was well known who your boyfriend was. So overall, it was a success. You all shared an Uber so you knew everyone got home safe, no drinking and driving over here. 

When you swayed into your apartment, it was finally time to zero in on your victim. The drinking and dancing made you frisky, and all you could think about whenever you were wining your hips or whenever a song you liked came on, was having Bakugo watch as you danced, stripped, even touched yourself to the beat of a song. Shit, you couldn’t even keep your hands off your friends as you guys danced together, always pulling them in to dance chest to chest or ass to chest, luckily you all loved the platonic intimacy. But Bakugo was really in for it. 

Creeping towards your bedroom was hard enough with heels on, but now, you had to stay upright too. You gripped the wall and slid across it, using it as a crutch and guide down the dark hallway. I mean, who remembers lights when they’re drunk. The door creaked as you pushed it open. You pouted when you found your boyfriend, still awake, watching an action movie. It was past 2 am! You were fully prepared to wake him up, maybe by whispering in his ear, kissing his neck, or perhaps even sliding your hand down the front of his sleep shorts. All so you could mark up every part of his body while he watched.  

“Oi, the fuck took you so long,” he snapped, arms crossed, eyes glowering at you.

“Why are you even up?” you tutted, arms out to your sides in question. One heeled foot fell onto its side so you had to steady yourself to truly make your annoyance known.

“God, you’re even worse than shitty hair.” He flung the covers off the lower half of his body and stomped towards you.

You yelped when he placed both hands on your waist to lift you over his shoulder, making the short trek back to the bed. He dumped you on the bed, not even allowing you to finish bouncing before kneeling by your feet hanging off the edge and unfastening your heels. They clattered loudly when he flung them across the floor. 

At this point all irritation left your body, how could you be anything but aroused when he had picked you up so easily, manhandled you, and then took your heels off for you. Which would’ve been difficult for you to do in your drunken state anyway. 

“Heyyy, be gentle, I know it’s not our first time but you should start out nice and slow,” you slurred, flashing him a flirty smile while bringing a foot up to press into his bare pec, he never slept with a shirt on. 

His hand rose to massage your toes, his feral eyes never leaving yours, “Fucking funny you think you deserve that when you’ve been out all night doing God knows what,” he spat, mouth shaped into a snarl. Such duality to be massaging your feet while also cussing at you. 

You brought your foot down and leaned in, close enough to where you couldn’t look into both of his eyes, and rested your arms around his broad shoulders. Your hot breath ghosted across his face as you spoke, “I kept to my *hiccup* promise, I swear. I didn’t do any ‘stupid drunk shit’,”adding finger quotes and puppy dog eyes to further your point. 

You slid your soft cheek against his to whisper in his ear, “Don’t you trust me?” your eyes fluttering shut at the feel of his face heating up. You couldn’t resist turning your head and giving him a soft kiss followed by a nibble on the cheek, just letting your plush lips rest on his cheek.

He let out the most guttural growl, neck tensing beneath your arms before grabbing you by the shoulders and trapping you arms length away from him, trying to get even a smidgen of control.

“Acting like this, no,” he snarled, “now shut up.” He stood, walking over to your dressers, grumbling under his breath, something ‘crazy woman’ or another. He threw one of his shirts at you. 

“Hurry up and change, I’m tired as all hell.” He plopped back down on the bed behind you, getting comfortable, as if this was over.

“Hmm fine,” you conceded lightly. It was not in fact fine, but the challenge only spurred you one more.You turned slightly so he could get a nice side view of your boobs as you removed your top, nipples hardening from the coolness in the room. You knew how it made him feel when you didn’t wear a bra.

You quickly stood, only to lose your balance and wobble a bit. You ignored Bakugo’s ‘tch’, shimming your pants down your thighs, making sure to go into a full forward fold, ass up and thong disappearing within your folds. Only to turn around like nothing happened and grab the shirt. It only fueled you more to see a bulge strain against his sleep shorts, how ever was he gonna go to sleep with that? 

The bed dipped as you crawled on your hands and knees towards him, glimpsing at the constipated look on his face before curling up at his side. The warmth from his body and the lack of spinning was a nice reprieve. Your thigh flung over his, rubbing it to enjoy the feeling of his cotton shorts against your bare legs. You were still for a moment, waiting until his muscles relaxed to bring a hand up to trace circles over his erect nipple. 

His body jerks and he tenses, “ The fuck are doing woman,”voice harsh and chest rumbling underneath you. 

You shrugged, completely unaffected by his tone, “It’s like a joystick.” 

With your head flush against his chest you could see his erection twitch in his shorts making you roll your hips against his for some friction. The thought of pre-cum staining his underwear only made your core clench, pushing out more of your own arousal. The desire to touch more of him almost made you miss the quiet hiss he let out. 

He knew exactly what you were doing, but he had enough control to ignore it, “Well stop it, go to sleep,” voice a little strained. He curled his muscular arm around your neck bringing you in a lazy headlock, but never made a move to stop you from pinching and pulling his nipple.

[sarasade]

hello queen how you doing? Soo... have you watched S5 yet? 👀 patiently waiting for your insight!!!

Hiya!!!

Feeling pretty flabbergasted after finishing TDP season 5. (I was way too busy to watch it until the original 27th release date so I've been dodging spoilers left and right.)

SPOILERS FOR TDP S5!

I'm sure we can all agree on that the Viravos baby jokes going canon were some of the highlights of the season. Kinda losing my mind over that. I was only joking about the canon mpreg but here we are. Like- It was all there in the subtext but I genuinely thought the show wouldn't adress it outright. Viravos going from having a canon baby to divorced to Viren...dying(?) in a span of 5 minutes was a lot but Viren has always been a huge dramaqueen so it's very fitting.

I was genuinely surprised that Aaravos actually kept his promise to Viren and even aknowledged that he knew Viren would never sacrifice Claudia or Soren. Aaravos came across... almost reasonable? I was convinced that he'd try to use Claudia or even Terry in the freeing spell. It seems to be implied that Aaravos considers Claudia to be too valuable of an asset to be used in a spell, hmm.

The voice acting and the way the expressions were animated was brilliant in the mirror scene. Aaravos face is just so darn cute! I kind of wish the show would finally tell us what he actually did and what his final goal is. At least now we know he is responsible for killing (or "devouring" whatever that means) Aditi so maybe that's a great enough reason for his imprisonment. He does cause a lot of trouble despite not being directly involved himself. Sneaky guy.

It's kind of telling where my priorities are 'cause I'm talking about the final 15 minutes of the season and nothing else. There is so much going on. This show has such a clutterbitch aesthetic and I love it.

It's hard being a Viren fan. Will he live or not??? C'mon TDP just tell me... The people I was watching with were convinced that he's ok just having a teeny-tiny mental breakdown is all. I saw someone saying that if Viren dies now it's anticlimactic but honestly if Viren must die this is the way I've always wanted him to go: no heroic sacrifice or anything. Something like that wouldn't fit his character at all. He just kind of... quits. I liked that very much. Very sullen & sad.

Anyway, now I'll go and create some more fan art of Viren and Aaravos exploring each others bodies.

[king-of-a-kingless-world]

URIEL WHY ARE YOU HAPPY ABOUT THIS THIS IS BAD NOT THE TIME GIRL. BESTY THEYRE FIGHTING ITS MARITAL QUAREL ITS NO BIEN

shmols

AAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH

i could go on a huge rant for the million reasons i hate his mom but for my own sanity i just wont.

(made sense why u killed ur husband but dont write a book and publish it if it effects your kid without their permission bitch, and if your kid is traumatized bc u dont expect them to act like your their mother hoe)

OOF OH UH OK UHM MMMMM HAHA OKKKK THEN OUCH OH MY JESUS HEH. so what ur saying is i shouldnt trauma dump to those who have good mothers?

NO HE DONT. LIES. MISUNDERSTANDING. BRO MANS AROACE AS FUCK. AND GAY. BROOOO. NO HE DOOOONT

right thats what the protection symbols were for, i thought hed use them later on for smthn else

heewon. dont start a shipping war with your constellation. AND DONT START A SHIPPING WAR WITH ME THOSE TWO ARE STRICTLY PLATONIC

yes they are yoosung ☺️

didnt he abandon her in the labrynth of worlds for thousands of years? and hes more humane just cuz he doesnt bring her to a scenario where other ppl are killing? something shes already seen? bro. yjh is worse. stop saying your not humane. u are. dumbass. YJH PUT HER IN A PLACE THAT DROVE HER INSANE TO THE POINT SHE WANTS TO KILL EVERYONE. YOUR JUST TRYING TO HELP HER THROUGH THE SCENARIOS. BRUHHHH

HOLY CHRIST HIS STATS ARE SHIT HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!??!?

TEN COINS OH MY GOD NO-

so teeny 🥺

YEAH GO YOOSUNG

WOOO

congrats to yoosung for absolutely MURDERING some grown ups all on her own 😁

awwww tiny yoosung

[a-world-in-grey]

Ok, last one, I think (I could be wrong (: )

Sola and Thrown to the Wolves au. Specifically, the version where Regis never goes to Galahd, so all he knows is what Mors told him before he died and whatever he found in the archives.

Now please take a moment to imagine all the potential angst that comes from the fact that Regis' first baby is under Adagium's Curse. (Whatever that's supposed to mean, because the royal archives are surprisingly silent on the topic.) His tiny teeny baby girl who was born premature and who fought for her life so fiercely is supposed to be a monster in human skin.

I don't think Regis would ever abandon her, he's not called the Father for nothing. But he's certainly not going to have a good time in this verse. +Sola's less-than-human instincts would probably make things even worse.)

I'm always up for asks if you've got more! (they make for a great breather from studying for finals)

You are right. This is so angsty. >:)

Regis' heart breaks when he puts his little Sunshine through the ritual, when instead of needing the potion held in a white-knuckled grip, Sola's skin slowly knits back together under the faint glow of golden magic. But even as he holds his wailing daughter close, wiping away blood to reveal skin unmarred by so much as a scar, Regis knows he cannot abandon his daughter here. Adagium's Curse or no, Sola is a child. His child.

Regis leaves the broken shards of a potion and doesn't look back.

And the Vitae watching from the shadows wonder.

In this 'verse, Sola grows up having to hide her golden magic. This is not the time of the Rogue or the Wanderer, technology is everywhere and Regis cannot risk Sola living beyond the Wall with the war in an uneasy ceasefire.

The court believes Sola without magic, and rumors abound of Sola not being Regis' daughter at all. Sola looks so like her mother, but she acts much like Cor, and it doesn't take long for the gossips to speculate that Cor and Aulea were having an affair behind Regis' back.

No one in the royal family is amused.

Even after a paternity test is provided to shut up the worst of the gossips, the court pushes against Sola as Regis' heir. Surely the Ring will not accept one without magic, they argue. And for all Regis tries to shelter Sola from the court, he cannot stop everything from reaching the ears of his sharp little girl.

When Sola, all of five years old, tells him that she refuses to be Queen, Regis' heart breaks all over again.

None of the adults tell Sola the truth of her golden magic. They tell her that she cannot use it because it will hurt her and those around her, but they do not tell her about Adagium's Curse. Regis and Aulea hope, that with love and care, their bright and fierce Sun will not grow up to be the monster described in faded legends.

Oh, they see her less than human instincts. Watching Sola so closely, they'd have to be blind to miss them. They worry, because they think this the grain of truth to the legend, a manifestation of the Curse.

And yet... Sola isn't malicious. She's fiercely protective to the point of bordering on possessiveness, more inclined to attack first and ask questions later if she perceives a threat to Hers. But Sola doesn't attack anyone who doesn't attack or threaten her or hers first. She never subjects anyone to abject cruelty. If Regis hadn't seen Adagium's Curse first hand, he'd think Sola simply too similar in temperament to Cor.

Then Sola tears out a man's throat with her teeth.

In the aftermath, Sola's fairly certain she wasn't supposed to overhear Regis, Clarus, and Cor talking in Papa's office. But she does, and she overhears 'Curse' and 'not-human', and Sola's already heard more than a few people referring to her as a monster these past few days to realize that Papa and her uncles are talking about her.

Sola sneaks around the library looking for anything she can on curses, dodging suspicion from her papa and uncles by insisting that she's more than old enough to find her own books. One of the librarians, a woman with really cool dark eye makeup and lipstick, helps Sola with her research. Unfortunately, Sola's unable to find the answers she's looking for, but one afternoon when she's curled up with Noctis for an afternoon nap, Sola resolves that Curse or not, monster or not, she will protect her little brother. No matter what.

When Sola's old enough to formally apprentice to Cor, Regis shares his magic with her, as Noctis is still too young yet to properly create a Retinue bond. There's no question Sola is Noctis' Sword, just as there's no question that Gladio and Ignis are his Shield and Heart, but they're planning to wait until Noctis is at least sixteen.

Only, Noctis gets kidnapped before that can happen, then picked up by a wandering Vitae and brought back to Galahd.

Where originally Noctis would be utterly baffled by Galahd's insistence that Regis was a bad father, Galahd knows how Regis loves and cares for Sola despite her so-called 'curse.' Galahd knows it to be no curse, knows Sola's non-human instincts instead come from the Draconian's Blessing (Galahd's been dealing with those same dragon instincts for millennia, they know it when they see it and Sola's very dragon).

Regis knows none of this. He had every reason to abandon baby Sola to her death and erase her from the records.

He didn't. He lied. He kept her hidden, kept her safe and loved as best he could, and the handful of Vitae spies hidden amongst the Citadel staff have seen it all.

It seems the Father is the Mother's child after all.

When Regis and Sola arrive, Regis demanding to know where his son is with Sola's rumbling growl reverberating through their bones, Sola's growl cuts off with a jerk of surprise when one of the Furia trills at her, reassurance-Hoard-safe-not-seeking-fight brushing up against the embers of gold magic suppressed inside her soul. Sola stares at the Furia with wide eyes, because no one, not even Uncle Cor for all his growls and chuffs, has ever responded in such a way to her.

Things get sorted out, and before they leave for Insomnia, Sola and Noctis and Regis get to meet their aunt/sister and cousin/nephew, and Sola's given an invitation to come back to Galahd to properly train her gold magic.

@secret-engima if you want to add anything from Galahd's perspective feel free to join in!