#you have a pretty big fucking mouth to talk about how tragic it was that in the book the girl's mother was a doormat to her father

[v1leblood]

putting microphone to your mouth. explain lisa wilbourn to me

these posts are the most important lisa images on the internet

i don't know how to explain lisa. she's a normal girl who has something wrong with her. her life before triggering was mundanely miserable and her life since triggering has been defined by trying to prevent the circumstances of her trigger over and over and over and over and coming out of it a 'better person' but in many ways a much sadder one. i don't think saying any parahumans character 'gets over' their trauma but lisa's someone who like. not even in the most charitable definition has in any way gotten over her trauma. outside of a few She Would Not Fucking Say That moments ward is pretty good with lisa and it's fucking tragic bc she's Still mourning taylor, she's trying to take care of aiden so he won't turn out like taylor, and she ends up getting similarly attached to victoria when she sees in just how low of a low victoria's around halfway through the story.( her rl w victoria is much healthier than her attachment to taylor bc she doesn't consider vicky a Full rex but those caring instincts still come out. )

something about lisa is that being lisa and interacting with lisa are both horrifying. lisa's power doesn't let her not know the best or worst way to talk to you. every time you're having an interaction with lisa, every time she's having an interaction with you, there has to be a conscious choice as to whether she's going to play into the informational power imbalance or whether she's going to try not to -- except, the information is still there, isn't it? unless she actively focused on something else or actively switched her attention around quickly so her power can't go into detail on things, she Knows things she shouldn't, and even if she doesn't act on that information, what you'll get out of her still isn't going to be her 'natural reaction' to what you're doing or saying. it can be the closest thing, but by having the information and not using it, the reaction she gives will still be one filtered through having the information and trying to Act as though she didn't. her power taints any social interaction. and sometimes its not a big deal, and of all her troubles i don't think this particular thing bothers her that much, but its kind of existentially horrifying that any interaction she has is imbalanced in her favor as far as knowing things about each other goes. whatever your or anyone's opinion on lisa's aromanticism, what she gave as her reason for why dating is hard/impossible for her rings true: she meets people and there's no mystery, they're almost immediately laid bare, and that changes things about the way she interacts with them and how she's willing to mentally categorize them in pretty much every context, not just dating. she took a single look at alec and immediately knew he was emotionally numbed and 'sociopathic', she immediately knew grue was concerned about putting up a tough front and about being Professional, she Immediately Knew taylor was basically on the brink of either suicide or something much like it. it taints everything. even when lisa's not being manipulative (which she often is on purpose) you can't Know that she's not just feeding you the right line or the next best thing as per her encylopedic knowledge of You. its fucked up!

and like ive mentioned other times i think this aspect of her power, having people laid bare before her, often their worst selves laid bare before her, really contributes to her cynicism and the arrogant front she puts up, because she may have flaws, but she knows that everyone else fucking sucks, too

theres more Stuff about her including the way in which shes manipulative her little neuroses and how her morality evolves throughout worm but im just rambling w/o a specific Point so idt i can share my thots on those and make them cohere in this specific post

[oh-no-its-bird]

hello dear author may i get ur opinion on genma. perhaps even genma/kakashi. perhaps. mayhaps. i just think they r neat and if u put them together that's double the neatness.

I love Genma so much actually, I think he's one of my favorite supporting characters to see in fics. Whenever I need a character to fill the roll of "random shinobi" I tend to default to him bc of biases (also his senbon is cool!! I love characters w a gimmick of just having like a toothpick in their mouth, and he has that but w a lethal presumably poisoned needle!! Love that for him)

I don't know how much canon actually provides for him character wise (never actually interacted with canon media lmao, I'm all fanfic) but I feel like there's honestly a lot of wiggle room with him

One of my personal favorite takes that (if I remember right) stems from a couple of @ blackkatmagic's fics is that he comes from a very small clan, distantly related to Orochimaru's own super small clan, the Orochi. Similar to how the Hyuuga and Uchiha are related

I lovee the mamma bear hc with him, I also love seeing him and Kakashi be any kind of friends. Currently I think one of my favorite takes on his and Kakashi's dynamic can be found in @vodkassassin's fic, Ear to the Wall.

Gemna only really shows up for a little bit, but the scenes he did get left a really big impact on me and how I see him (also the fic itself is amazing and is a very large inspiration for Orochimaru's involvement in Chasing Shadows, 10/10 read I HIGHLY recommend it, its a time travel fic but honestly even if time travel isnt your thing I'd still reccomend it bc its just one of those fics that fucks so hard you don't even care ab how you got here to start)

(<- spoken as someone obsessed with time travel fics)

Anyways, Genma/Kakashi!!

Actually thinking about it, I don't think I've seen any real fics about that pairing? I've run into it a few times as a past ship, like they hooked up once or twice or were fwb before the main pair gets together. But never one where they're the focus. That's tragic and needs to change immediatley

I love the idea of Genma being part of Kakashi's class when he graduated stupid young, never really interacting w him but like, existing. He wasn't Gai when it came to trying to hang out and around Kakashi, but he was certainly around.

No idea what he is in canon but I like to hc him as an information / infiltration specialist. So along with being around, he was also the kind of kid to really notice and keep tabs on stuff. (Konoha gossip king Gemna is THE hc to have sorry but I love it sm)

He didn't really approach Kakashi outside of any sort of casual nods or polite "hey"'s till after his whole team imploded.

I can kind of see him interacting with Kakashi in that in-between time where he was ANBU under Minato. But he was still mostly a very observant spectator, no real interaction

So then Minato dies and Kakashi goes off the deep end REAL hard, and Genma finally steps in. Maybe he joins Gai in trying to forcefully pry Kakashi out of his death spiral, maybe he approaches on his own, maybe he notices smthn or bumps into Kakashi alone while he's having a panic attack or smthn and there's a specific moment for that "final straw" where he finally decides to step in

Dunno!

But anyways that's when they start to get to be friends fr

I think Genma would be interesting and good for Kakashi at that point, bc he isn't a stranger, he knows what happened, he can make a lot of very good guesses at Kakashi's triggers and traumas and know what to avoid talking ab. But he's not Gai, who was sort of in the middle of it for a good portion of the drama, having a front row seat to it all. Which also comes with it's own emotional baggage.

Genma is a good middle ground, if that makes sense?

Also I think his calmer carefree energy would be good for Kakashi, especially at that point

They're pretty cute together!! If nothing else they make for very compelling friends when you really sit down to think ab it, and I can for sure get behind them as a real ship

Suddenly I need to go looking for fics with them as a pairing, I might come back and actually write something for them as a ship later

What's their ship name btw? I honestly don't know

[holylulusworld]

Sheriff. Interrupted.

Summary: You can’t fix him. But you can do something else…

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, shameless ogling, implied smut, cocky reader, we love our belly daddy

A/N: A short drabble to get back into writing for Lee.

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Y/N, pining over that guy is tragic. Stop staring at him,” you sip at your drink while staring at the newly elected sheriff in your sleepy town. “Babe, you lived in New York and Paris. You cannot drool all over the small-town sheriff.”

“I can and will drool all over him if I want to. He’s kinda cute with his belly. Just look at him,” your friend rolls his eyes as you watch Lee look around the bar before he stuffs another taffy into his mouth.

“I love you, but you are crazy. Babe, I know you always try to fix a hopeless case, but you cannot fix this guy.”

“Maybe I can’t fix him,” you lick your lips as Lee dips his head to look your way. He holds your gaze. You ignore your friend and lift your glass, smirking at Lee who runs his hands over his thigh, “but I can fuck him, babe.”

“I wouldn’t poke that guy with a stick.”

“I bet you’d love it when he pokes you with his stick,” you sass back. “You love a nice dick, don’t you? I bet that cute little sheriff has a big dick.”

“I got no clue about his dick, but he’s got a big belly.”

“Just imagine,” you slide your tongue over the rim of your glass, “he presses it against your back while he fucks you so hard from behind you don’t feel your legs any longer.”

“Not. Going. To. Happen,” Shevon huffs when Lee gets up to make his way toward your table. “Fuck, I’m out of this. Don’t get yourself into trouble, Y/N. Be a good girl and just don’t…”

“I can’t promise anything, Shevie,” you give your friend a wink. “Go and get that hot guy from earlier. He was drooling all over your cute ass.”

“My ass ain’t cute, it’s perfect and you love it.”

“I do,” you grin. “Maybe, one day, I’ll bite your cheeks…”

Shevon pecks your cheek. Before he goes, your friend mumbles another warning in your ear. “Be careful. Don’t go home with that guy,” he says and turns to leave. “Give me a call, babe.”

“Will do,” you giggle as the sheriff straightens his leather jacket. He stopped a few feet away from your table to check on his outfit. “Come over, sweet sheriff. I’ll have fun with you tonight.”

You watch him walk toward your table, an amused smirk on your lips.

“Miss, uh-“ Lee clears his throat. He stands in front of your table and hopefully looks at you. “I hope I don’t overstep, but you were looking at me for a while. Do you want to have a drink with me?”

“How can I say no to the elected sheriff of this town,” cooing the words you give Lee your sweetest smile. “I was hoping that you come over to talk to me, sheriff.”

“Lee,” he offers his hand. “A pretty dame like you can call me Lee. What about your friend from earlier? I hope he doesn’t mind I want to buy you a drink.”

“He’s busy chatting some nice guy up,” Lee grins now. “I don’t think he’ll remember my name by the end of the night, Sir.”

“I hope you’ll only remember my name by the end of the night, sweetness,” the sheriff leans closer to purr in your ear. “Do you want me to teach you how to scream it?”

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[taldigi]

What are your thoughts on all of the confidants so far? Considering your low tolerance for unnecessary and uncomfortable horniness does that stop you from enjoying the adult women who are confidants? Or does it not encroach enough on their stories to bother you?

yes and no.

I think Ren's allowed to be a dumb teen about olda girlz, but the attitude back is what might squick me out. Like death? She's clearly fucking with him whereas devil is.. well... Fake dating is one thing. But they do.. call it out. It's kinda yikes. It's very yikes. Temperance as well.

heres my thoughts, note that I just started palace... 6? The ship.

Fool: well..

Magician: Baby, darling, prince. You're so cute and perfect. I love that he cares, I love how he's passionate. He's the heart of the team, just after Chariot.

Priestess: Love her. She's so hardcore, I love how her resolve is so firm, and her introduction was just... mwah. She really does feel more like the leader of the operation tbh, and Ren is just the mascot.

Empress: princess, darling. She's such a wholly unnecessary member but she's amazing. She's so eager and determined, yet soft and thoughtful.

Emperor: I am SO autism aware of this guy. He's so fucking funny and he's so real. He's equal parts tragic and perfect, like some hammy actor but he's SO REAL. He's so passionate and in love with the world. Stop caring. Stop caring about the inherent beauty of the world and the people around you and your FRIENDS im going to CRY. Fox BOY fox BOY.

Hierophant: What a wonderful guy, I love how he slowly grows to really care about Ren, and he's so depth. I will honor your wishes and I won't even THINK about Futaba, sir. I promise.

Lovers: DARLING PRINCESS. So heartwarming, she's so brave and beautiful. She's so confidant and so true to herself, but she loves so much and cares so much MORE. Lady ANN lady of my HEART

Chariot: All around good boy with too big a heart and too big a mouth. He's so ride or die coded and he's so stupid but he's all heart. I love that he loves. He cares and he's so vocal about it. He had a huge dumb head about fame but it's all built on a foundation of love and dumb. NO filter and deserves 2/3s the whacks on the head he gets. But.. he is treated pretty foul sometimes. You're all idiots, he's just the only one who is brave enough to say it.

Justice: They could have written him a litttttllee better. I think he's great though, he's so fun.

Hermit: put some pants on, you're like 12.

Fortune: She's sweet! I like her! I don't love her tho, she's one of those auxiliary tarots. She's got some fun story integration tho, and ultimately her story is good.

Strength: I love them, actually. The game kinda gives them... an odd look, but they are fantastic. I love the animation where one of them kicks Ren into the Velvet Room. They're funny, I love their dynamic and I'm very interested to see what happens next.

Hanged Man: Surprisingly, I like him a lot. He's got a great story! I wish it wasn't locked behind such a huge stat requirement. His son needs a talk portrait tho.

Death: So wonderful, actually. She's so kind, and smart, and uuugh. holds her. I love how much she cares, even though she's got that dark attitude. Her story rings so true with the themes of the game. I know she has a route, but the whole time her taunting felt very "Im fucking with him"

Temperance: Hgh, I hate how good her perks are. It's really creepy, and I wish she was more openly done about the job around you. Even if her speech was deadpan or annoyed rather than customer servicey. I haven't gotten to her later stages yet, since other confidants are way more important, but of the adult women- she's.. kind of the worst as a position of authority, but the game brushes it off. I also kinda hate her attitude- ever since the beginning.

Devil: Yeah I was interested at first, but then the plot began and I noped out. I can tolerate temperance for the gameplay but this ain't it, buddy. The game straight up calls this out and treats it like a funny. Nope Nope Nope.

Tower: He's great actually, I love his lil' brother thing he has goin' on with Ren and how he fucks up but after talking with him, he gets it. He's a good kid, but he's got issues. the story with his mom is really interesting and the VA really sells him.

Star: I'm.. not sure how to feel about her yet. She seems nice. I'm not too deep in yet.

Moon: A great story actually, he might not be blorbo material for me but he's a really great character. He's got flaws, but he's got a good heart. I like how you don't steal his heart, but still have a heart-to-heart. Which is great for him. Real growth. Real good.

Sun: Surprisingly engaging! I reallllyyy liked it. Even when he texts you after the fact, he's still on your side. You really feel like he's firm on sticking to his own heart, and he's a great example of why the thieves do what they do and is a shining star (hey! wow!) and a solid pilliar of proof that people can change and that there are people who WANT change.

Judge: Not super sold on her, but she does well in her role. Apparently she was going to be your caretaker in the beta instead of Sojiro, which is a neat fact.

Faith: So far so good, I know she's royal exclusive, so we'll see where she goes. She's very pretty.

Councillor: He's really kind, but he's.. up to something. I'm very very interested to see what they do with him.

[bigsnzstanacct]

More NSFW fetishist x fetishist talk below the cut…

“So uhhh, you know I’m allergic, like… ridiculously so. Sneeze all the damn time. But what about you, cutie?”

“Oh uh,” Tyler imagined Jonathan, tragically hours away, could just see him putting a hand behind his head shyly, the gesture putting his large bicep on display. How characteristic of him—his awkwardness only magnifying his attractiveness. “Well uh I don’t sneeze as much as you do—“

“Honey, nobody sneezes as much as I do.”

Tyler heard no answer but a muffled little grunt. “Oh, you liked hearing that, huh?”

“Mmm… mhm! I um… I really liked it, yeah.” He said, and now Tyler could see how he was squirming, squeezing his legs together, fighting the urge to whip it out and start stroking himself then and there, just on the phone. He’d obviously collected himself a bit before he spoke again.

“But yeah I don’t sneeze as much as you do but um, when I do… I dunno they get pretty um… big? I dunno if you like big sneezes but—“

Now it was Tyler’s turn to squirm. Fuck. “Yeah, I like big sneezes. Like cats ‘like’ catnip, like fucking squirrels ‘like’ a nut.”

“Like you like a nut, heh” the bigger man chuckled. Tyler just rolled his eyes.

“Anyways, uh… yeah. People say I sneeze pretty big, when I do sneeze. I mean I can uh… I usually make people jump, you know if there’s a people around or if it’s quiet or whatever. Especially if I actually get around something I’m allergic to. There’s not that much stuff that makes me sneeze real bad but they make me sneeze *really* bad. And the more I do it the more like… I mean… you know. It’s kinda like how yours get louder sometimes, like… at the end of your um fits? Or after a false start or whatever? You know, just like… the more I sneeze and the more it keeps itching me the more they get like… bigger? Harder? Like you know, your body’s just trying to get it out however it can? And uh, that’s when they can get *really* big you know but um. Sorry I just babbled a lot, haha.”

For a second Jonathan didn’t hear anything from the other man, and his stomach swooped, worrying he’d said something wrong “oh shit sorry was that like too much information, or—“

“FUCK no, goddamn it, that was like… the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, fuck, I—I wanna touch myself so bad and you haven’t even sneezed for me yet. You uh… you have a gift for this, Jonny.”

“I mean… why don’t you?”

“Why don’t I… what?”

“Touch yourself? I um… I gotta be honest I’m already…”

“You started without me? You bastard!”

“ ‘s not my fault, you try listening to the hottest guy you’ve ever met talk about how nobody sneezes more than him—“

“Yeah well YOU try listening to the hottest guy YOU’VE ever met talk about how he rattles the damn windows when he sneezes—“

“Rattle the windows, make the walls shake—“

“This is it! This it it, huh you’re trying to kill me from sheer horniness before we can ever—wait—“ finally his brain caught up with his mouth and—“did you say I’m the hottest guy you’ve ever met?”

[lemonmaid]

helloo!! I hope you're having a good day or night. is it okay for me to request an eren jaegee fic with an isekai prompt? it could be the reader going inside aot or him going tobour world. thanks!

I actually like the idea of Eren coming to our world. Not proofread! Major spoilers ahead!! Gender Nuetral Reader as always.

"I'm the Tragic Hero in my old world but I got transported into a different world where I'm just an anime character!"

'Eren fucking Yeager is in my room'.

It was a normal or relatively normal day for (Name). Getting up in the mourning, drinking their tea/coffee, reading, then accidentally summoning a well-known anime character.

"Where the hell am I"

"Ummm.....(country)?

"Where the hell is that? Do you have a map?"

"Um yeah, give me a moment". (Name) went to pull out their phone from their back pocket but was tackled by Eren.

"Are you trying to pull a fast one on me?!" Erens mouth foamed with anger, his movement was erratic.

"No of course not! I'm just trying to pull out a device that shows maps!" (Name) screamed.

Eren slowly got off of (Name), while (Name) looked on their phone Eren was hovering over their shoulder.

"Um, here!"

Eren took the phone into his hand, confused, "Why the hell is your map upside down".

(Name) looked again, "oh...."

"Oh? Oh what?". Eren crossed his arms.

'I forgot Attack on Titain's map is just our world, but upside down'

"Eren... Now don't freak out but this isn't your world".

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Eren ran as fast as he could. Getting overwhelmed with the advancement of technology, street signs, and the overwhelming amount of cars.

He finally made a stop when he saw his own face and art of his friends on a billboard.

'Attack on Titan? Final episode?'.

"Oh my God! I love your Eren Yeager cosplay!"

A group of girls, all dressed in different attire or cosplays even came running up to Eren.

Eren looked confused, "I am Eren Yeager?".

Two girls squealed, "oh my God, you even sound like him! Can we get a picture?"

"Do you have the stuff the picture?" Eren was confused, he was pretty certain that they didn't have that big equipment for the picture.

"Um yeah?".

Eren looked and saw one of the girls in a scout uniform, "Hey! What's going on here? What happened to the colossal Titan? What happened to Paradis?!".

The girl looked confused but before she could speak another one spoke up,"Girl maybe this is one of those weird cosplayers who take it too far, maybe we should leave".

The group slowly walked away from Eren, who just stood there in disbelief.

"Eren!!". (Name) came running behind him.

"Are you okay?".

Eren wasn't answering, he felt lost, confused and finally guilt.

(Name) lips thinned, grabbing Eren's arm they started walking back to their home.

"Let's go home Eren".

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By the time they have gotten back, the sun was setting. Eren was still wasn't speaking.

He just sat on the couch staring at the ceiling, taking in the city noise.

"Eren? Are you okay?".

(Name) also felt lost, 'what do you even do in this situation?"

(Name) just sighed, "I understand how you feel".

"No.... you don't".

'Finally, he can speak'.

"Well with your situation I can only guess-"

"My situation? You sure know alot".

(Name) felt trapped, it was like talking to a brick wall at this point, "Well I can only guess with the rumbling and having to leave all your friends behind".

Eren had gotten up from the couch at this point, fuming with anger.

"You seem to know everything about me! Guess what will happen next! Go on! Take a guess!"

Eren reached for the knife that was in the drawer; everything was in slow-mo.

"Eren! Wait!"

(Name) braced for impact, but nothing came.

Eren chuckled, "Why... why can't I shift?". He was completely lost.

(Name) opened their eyes, Eren was normal, no titan marks, just a knife through Eren's hand.

'Eren's eyes remind me of season 2 Eren, uncontrollable'.

"Eren! You can't just stab your way through every problem". (Name) grabbed a towel and wrapped it around the hand and knife.

(Name) sighed, "Let's go to the ER".

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It was quiet between the two, Eren once again, taking in his new surroundings.

Eren rolled his eyes, "Why can't you sew up my my hand?".

(Name) pinched their nose and sighed, "Because we aren't taught those skills anymore".

Eren glared, "so your kind just go to a doctor without any regards?".

(Name) glared back, "Yes because it's an emergency room Eren, you can just walk in and ask for a doctor. That's why it's a hospital, they all work here. There's no need to call one to your home".

"Um excuse me?"

The two looked at the nurse, "hi, sorry, but I need someone to fill out this form"

'Shit, Eren doesn't have a Social Security Number'

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"We just spent four hours just for three stitches? Seems like a waste"

'Ungrateful ass, that was a 1500 dollar bill'.

"Eren I'm guessing that you wanna know more about what happened?".

Eren just stared, "I guess that would be helpful".

"Okay, what is the last thing you remember?".

Eren zoned out, "I remember Mikasa, then staring at the ground, I think we were back home, our tree was there".

(Name) felt tears in their eyes, 'that's sad'.

(Name) took a deep breath, "I think I have something for you".

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"So it was all for nothing?"

(Name) sat beside Eren, "I don't think so, they got their happy ending".

Eren held the manga in a tight grasp, shaking as he read the final page.

"What's the point if it happens all over again?".

"Maybe it doesn't".

Eren slightenly cried, "so... are they gone? Is their story over?".

"I'm not sure, there is no clear answer if the author is going to continue the series or not. Our characters got their ending".

"My creator.....".

The two sat in silence.

Maybe this was a new start for Eren for his own happy ending.

[gregoftom]

the honest (crack) version of shiv confronting tom about the disgusting brothers

"we sometimes grab a drink, shiv. he's never fucked a woman and you know it. he's a tragically closeted homosexual and we both just get off on the dirty talk, all right. I couldn't even have a dream threesome with you; you think I'm fucking random women? no. I want him carnally. but we're both too fucking repressed. also, I'm sleepy."

(also I'm sorry but tom's "well, we agreed we could have a look around while we had a think, right?" -- like, fully admitting he's just been looking, they haven't actually had any sex with any women. literally just dirty talk for themselves I'm dying.)

PLEASE he’s eepy!!!!! but yes if it were peep show style and we heard his thoughts, it would be that.

BUT STOPPPPP THE LOOKING BY TALOS YOURE RIGHT!!!! he’s just been Looking at greg. he’s just looking at his ass and imagining his little white bottom beneath him. he’s just looking at greg on his knees picking something up and imagining it’s in front of him. he’s just looking into greg’s huge doe eyes and thinking about how they’re perfect bj eyes. he’s just looking at greg’s pretty mouth and thinking about how good they’d look around him. he’s just looking at greg’s hair and thinking about grabbing a nice big fistful and yanking him in. he’s just looking.

[thekiltongrammarwriter]

I LOVE it! Omg, I can’t wait for you to treat us to the entire thing. You nailed Bel and Carter very well!!! I think you can drag the scene out just the tiniest to have the ultimate result to get even more invested in the two eventually getting together! Maybe make Bel’s inner monologue a tiny bit longer, to fully express the feeling as if time’s stopped for her while her mind’s going fast with thoughts the second the reader appears. To help her quickly realise that, fuck, she’s actually acting like a silly teenager with her heart beating faster and throat going dry. Maybe that side disgusts her because feeling like that will ultimately mean she’s going to attach herself to someone, and we both know that’s a no-go in her book. But she can see that she’s more than just Rachel Price’s daughter in reader’s eyes. How the reader doesn’t look at her with judgements or to see if her suspicions of the girl were right, to find proof of the things they have been saying about her in and around town, to see the reader doesn't have her mind made up about her already. She’s Bel. Just Bel, in reader’s eyes. A little more than a stranger after Carter probably already intentionally warmed the reader up about Bel by dropping her name now and then. But a stranger nonetheless, not someone reader presumes to know because of all the bullshit that’s gone around for years. And it’s an entirely new sensation of its own to be looked at the way Bel is, not the tragic story she is linked to. Maybe that feeling is just as addicting to her as the way she can’t stop glancing reader’s way because of how pretty she is, like Carter had suspected. Let it unravel softly, as if Bel’s slowly pulling loose a string as it gives her the tiniest bit of a fight to pull harder to get it to come undone. Love, feelings and commitment are all delicate things to her, so I can also see her not liking the realisation and sensation to begin with. Still, she admittedly already misses the feeling of being Just-Bel around reader the second the girl takes her leave, so yes, she asks Carter to tell her more! I thought that was adorable. How it just escapes her mouth before she can stop it and doesn’t even care that Carter’s grinning at her like a cheshire cat, excited that her plan’s set into motion. But I also wouldn’t make it too big of a thing yet, since it’s just their first time meeting. The attraction and intrigue is definitely there on both sides, but I think it would take Bel a little more time to fully realise what she’s feeling is way passed an innocent high school crush, or to let herself, more like. I loved Carter’s protectiveness over Bel when talking about the docu, and how Bel knew she wanted to do it for her father and paw paw. At that point they were still her entire world and she would die fighting for them. And Bel’s prickly nature coming out because she’s having a hard time dealing with the fact that everything she’s so badly tried to distance herself from, is going to be put in the limelight. She’s going to be put in the limelight, too, further attaching her to her mother’s mystery, further making her feel like a caged animal for others to look at. She acts all tough and lies to herself that she doesn’t care about Rachel because then she hopefully starts to actually feel like she can detach herself from what happened, that it can’t hurt her anymore. I love how Carter just pinches right through that bubble and is supportive about it. (Maybe even hoping that meeting reader will distract Bel from the docu, even if only for a minute) And to also stop Bel from her downward spiral into never feeling anything again just so she can get through it all. Carter not wanting her to close herself off from feelings, so she’ll just have to find other ways to stop Bel from doing so and making her feel positive things, showing that it’s not all that bad (enter reader on stage haha).

I also love how reader was such a breath of fresh air the second she came in compared to Bel’s previous sulking, because that really emphasised the entire thing and the hold she already had over Bel. Loved how Bel inwardly immediately reacted to the girl’s easygoing and calm energy, felt herself get drawn to it. That bubbly playfulness is exactly what she’s been missing for so long, that carefree glance at life. She has Carter to fill that void, yes, but it’s different, because Carter is part of that story, is linked to it, and reader has nothing to do with her past and trauma. OH and this immediately popped into my head with the button thing— “Here, to add to your collection, or just in case you forget who to vote for.” With a subtle flirty smile, (Or was it a flirty smile? Bel gay panic? Is reader just charming? Bel getting embarrassed because NO WAY did Carter blab about her silly shoebox filled with memories. How's she supposed to look hard and tough now?), something that probably makes Bel clutch that button even tighter to not lose it. I was living for Carter watching it unfold all smugly omg, hahaha. And then Bel, thoughts still reeling from the entire encounter, trying to smoothly ask more about reader but Carter just teasing her relentlessly. I LOVED IT. Great job, writer!!!! I want to wish you the loveliest week! May it treat you well 🤍

x 💌

Oh my gosh this is why you are my favorite conversationalist to talk to about bel!!!! 🤣🤣🤣 I absolutely love every topic you talked about! And I’m thankful for your help on certain areas!! I’m definitely going to be adding bel pulling away and letting her emotions rein her in and protect her from the big bad emotions that reader makes her feel. While also really facing the truth of loving someone. That she could let a person in and see her for who she is. Love her for who she is. Not for who the media and Rachel price have painted her all these years. The vulnerability and timid ness of it will be there. I definitely will be adding some more dialogue and bel’s inner monologue to the meeting scene, and I just might have bel stalk reader a bit around school, you know just to see what’s she’s about. “You know you could just talk to her instead of watching her like some sort of creep” I can imagine carter saying 🤣🤣 I LOVED your monologue of bel with the button!! Carter was honestly so fun to write and I just love sly Carter. Reader is honestly such a fresh character to write because she’s just a good person with good values (hence her running for SBP) and we will see (sort of bel realizing that good people exist and sort of showcasing reader and making bell fall more for her and her kind heart) more of that and her family as this one shot goes on. And by my notes it will definitely be LONG. I have so many topics to flesh out. Emotions and many aspects in the book I have to add. I am so happy you enjoyed it and I absolutely loved hearing your thoughts and what you think would work best. Thank you so much 💌!! And I hope you have a wonderful sweet week as well! (Don’t be afraid to drop in if you have thoughts) 🫶 I also can’t wait for you to read the final project. Whoever that is.

[foegs]

sometimes I really question why I came home

[psithurista]

approach shift pt. seven

pairing: Peter Parker x f!reader (TASM/Andrew Garfield version)  length: 4.1k  rating: explicit 18+  warnings: Angst, brief mention of death

Peter Parker is a weirdo. A hot, distracting, irritating weirdo. And you can’t afford distractions right now. So there’s only one thing to do.

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Bear points her spoon at you, her eyes narrowed. “That fucker.”

You wince. You need to leave if you don’t want to miss your train, but the sooner you get off the stool at the bench, the sooner you have to go outside, and it’s sleeting miserably out there.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have brought it up again.”

“It’s been over a month. Why are you still thinking about him at all? Guy turned out to be a piece of shit. It happens to the best of us.”

You run your tongue over your teeth. Dirty dishes are cluttered in the sink, and the sight makes your skin itchy, especially with the knowledge of the recent cockroach plague that had befallen the building, but you’re out of time to do anything about it now. “I know you’re going to tell me I’m being an idiot, but I just. I can’t stop thinking he wasn’t lying about everything, at least. I mean, if he was fucking around with someone else, why not just say so? I left that door way open for him, you know?”

She speaks around her full mouth, looking down at her phone. “You’re right.”

“I am?”

“I’m going to tell you you’re being an idiot. What’s the big deal with Parker anyway?” She checks off on her fingers. “So he’s tall. He’s got those stupid fucking big brown baby cow eyes. He’s nice.” She injects so much sarcastic venom into the word that you’re surprised it doesn’t slither right out and across the table. “Like you couldn’t find fifty other tall, pretty, nice guys on this block alone willing to rock your shit any night of the week.”

Easy for her to say, you think, glumly.

You’re painfully, tragically fixated on him. You’ve been trying to convince yourself that, logically, most of it’s probably just to do with how much is still unresolved. You don’t have any answers, not even shitty ones.

Of course you’d be stuck on it. Who wouldn’t be?

But despite the occasional waves of fury-tinged sorrow when you let yourself think about it for longer than a few minutes, you just…

You really, really miss him.

You miss the way his eyebrows draw up and together while listening to you talk, and the way he’d always nudge against you when something dumb happened in a movie until you nudged back in acknowledgement, and his terrible one-liners.  

You miss how easily he blushes, and how creased his eyes get when he smiles really big.

It’s a disorienting feeling. You’ve been fantasising in equal measure about throwing everything in your fridge at him, and pressing your face to his neck to breathe in the smell of his skin.

You’d get deeper into it, if Bear wasn’t already over talking about it. “I just can’t believe he hasn’t even messaged,” you settle on instead, the small-sound of your voice irritating even to yourself.

She slurps another mouthful of cereal. “Oh shit, they’re remaking Jaws.”

“I gotta go,” you say, throwing back the last tepid third of bitter instant coffee in your mug. “I’ll be home after six if you still wanna have that thing with Chris.”

“Proud of you,” she says, not looking up. “Go cure cancer.”

You wrap your jacket around your lowered head, your shoes clopping loud on the tiles as you rush down the subway stairs and into the dry.

You’ve been trying to make a habit of setting a positive tone for the day on the way to work; a piece of advice you’d gleaned from Googling “get over breakup” one particularly pathetic Sunday morning a couple of weeks back.

The suggestions were embarrassingly self-helpy, and if Bear caught you she’d probably toss your phone out the window.

Now, safely ignored by every other occupant of the train car, you surreptitiously scroll down to tap start on the podcast you’ve been listening to, slipping your earbuds in.

“…it’s important to remember that it’s okay to fall down, as long as we get back up.”

You lean your head back, gently rocking with the rattle of the train. Everything smells like damp ashtray and hotdog water.

There’s a young man sitting opposite you, his legs stretched out into the aisle, reading a paperback. He’s wearing sage brogues with no socks and pants just short enough to bare his crossed-over ankles. You catch a glimpse of the spine: Calvino.

“…each of us has the same dirty geode inside of us, and we just need to polish it until it shines. Your geode is precious and rare, and it is in your hands, women warriors.”

You cringe so hard it’s almost audible, scrunching your face as you hit pause. Maybe you should let Bear throw your phone away.

You look back up in time to see the man across from you quickly averting his eyes back to his book, smiling slightly.   

His haircut looks expensive, and you imagine that he’s the kind of guy who’d buy thirty-dollar jars of asparagus and artisan coffee beans for his elaborate cold drip set up. The kind of guy who would probably have an unironic opinion about regatta season.

You’re being unfair, but you can’t help it.

As though he can feel your attention, he looks back up. He smiles again, this time a little more pointedly, tilting his head to one side in a curious, open gesture, as if he’s inviting you to let him in on the joke; whatever it is you’re wincing about.

You lower your face to your phone screen, shy. He’s attractive, and the direction of his smile feels nice, if you’re being honest. But it only lasts a second, and then you’re thinking about a messier haircut, less well-cut jeans, ratty Vans.

You grit your teeth to creaking. You don’t look back up until you reach your stop, slipping quickly past, not slowing until you’re back out under the open, grey air.

Oscorp’s research centre dominates the entire corner of the block. The gardens around the entrance are filled, as always, with visitors taking pictures.

As far as image rebrands go, the garden had been an inspired move. While the tower itself remains staunchly brutalist, the arches of whimsically sculpted greenery bunched around the base soften the lines of cement and glass spearing into the sky.

You hurry up to the main entrance, digging blindly around the clutter in your bag for your ID. You’re not late yet, but by the time you make it through security and up to the lab, you will be.

Nobody looks up from their screens as you finally slip inside the twelfth-floor workroom, letting the heavy door sink soundlessly shut behind you. Doctor Brant’s office door is closed, but considering the entire wall is made of glass, it doesn’t really help your situation.

In an insane stroke of luck, however, he seems to be preoccupied on the phone. His head is slightly bowed, elbow braced on his desk.

You wince, performing a strange tiptoe-dash in your effort to make it across to the other side of the room before you’re noticed.

“I’m so sorry,” you murmur, plopping into your seat.

Your desk-neighbour Gary looks up. “Did you say something?”

His skin is the same reddish-pale shade as his moustache and thinning hair. From a distance, it looks like he has an unnatural protuberance of skin growing between his nose and upper lip.

“Oh, I just meant, I’m sorry I’m late.”

He looks at you blankly. “Okay.” He turns back to his screen, where he’s entering observation notes into the record template.

“Okay,” you mouth to yourself.

The research program Doctor Brant heads is one of Oscorp’s longest-running, and the position within it had been highly coveted among the intake of new graduates. You’d heard the wistful envy in the voices of other assistants during corporate orientation, and you’d felt secretly proud.

The thing about respectable, coveted, long-running programs however, is that day-to-day, for the most part, they’re excruciatingly boring.

On today’s agenda: heading into the lab for observations, ordering the saline from ops you forgot to order yesterday, printing fresh labels for your third-round samples, having a wrestling match with the machine when it prints your labels wrong, more observations.

You’re frowning down at a page filled with confusing readouts when Doctor Brant’s office door flies open. He stalks out, a folder under his arm. “This is how we start haemorrhaging funds again,” he’s saying into his cell phone, looking harangued. “How many times will they audit before they believe us? This time, it really isn’t us doing whatever this is.”

You glance around to see if anyone else is paying attention. They aren’t.

“I’m coming up there myself. Hold on,” he adds, quickly, furiously, hanging up. He spots you staring and veers toward you.

You only have to panic for a moment about being busted eavesdropping, then he’s pushing the folder into your hands.

“Legal wants this. Can you scan it through? I’ll be out the rest of the afternoon so shred it when you’re done.”

You look down at it in bewilderment. It’s stamped CLASSIFIED, and there is an edge of slightly-curled continuous printer paper sticking out one side, blue-lined and hole-punched.

He’s squinting impatiently at you, so you snap your attention back and try your hardest to look capable and trustworthy.

“Absolutely. Of course. I got this, no problem,” you say, adding a quick, “thank you,” for good measure.

You wait until he’s gone before flipping the folder open.

At first, it doesn’t make sense. Just rows of digital printed timestamps and letters.

Then you realise you’re looking at observation notes. From an earlier incarnation of this program? You can’t tell.

You sit down, leafing through. The title pages are missing, and you recognise none of the non-standard abbreviations. It’s almost as though it’s written in code.

There’s a string of names at the bottom of the last page, but only one jumps out: PARKER, R., pale-faded but clear as day.

You hunch in your seat.

Of course.

Parker, you are quickly learning, is an irritatingly common surname. You can add ‘old research notes’ to your list of things that are now ruined, right under Sex and the City and jazz.

You spend a few more minutes flipping through the readouts, feeling increasingly deflated as the secret meaning fails to present itself to you.

Someone has signed off in black pen at the bottom of each page; just two letters, N.O., again and again, as though taunting you. If you’d been hoping for some kind of excitement to break up your day, here is your answer: no, no, no.

You feed each freshly-scanned page into the shredder, already bored again, ready for lunch.

People crowd ahead of you as you make your way down to the Wellness Centre.


Part of Oscorp’s public image overhaul had been to re-establish itself as a forward-thinking, people-focused company. As though renaming the cafeteria and offering pilates and handing out filtered glass water bottles could erase the lingering spectre of accidental death and injury left by the last several decades of Oscorp’s operations.

“What‘s going on today?” you ask the woman typing an email on her phone beside you.

Her eyes flick up for a second before returning to the message. “Free plants, I think.”

You decide dealing with the crowd isn’t worth whatever food is on offer. Turning, you weave your way back toward the elevators and spend the entire trip down fighting the urge to dig your phone out of your bag.

It’s stopped drizzling, though the sky’s still grey. You head toward the cafe on the next corner down, right opposite the park, your bag bouncing against your hip with each stride.

You’re almost there when you realise your phone has somehow leapt into your hand without your permission, and you’re refreshing your messages.

There are a handful of new notifications from a group chat comprised of people from school, one from one of your old co-workers, and a link to a video from Bear.

You hold the door open for a girl carrying a tray of coffees, and she slips past, murmuring her thanks.

It’s busy and warm inside, and everything smells like toasted bread. You order in a daze, stepping to the side to wait, your attention back on your screen.

Peter was last active twenty-five minutes ago. You refresh it again, your thumb hovering over the screen, rewarded with the same thing you’ve seen the last thousand times you’ve checked.

i’ll come by to pick you up at 5ish for dinner tonight. may said she’s really looking fw to meeting you :)

It wouldn’t hurt just to make sure he’s doing okay. Just a quick message, to ask whether he’s been sleeping, and to check that he hasn’t got another black eye or broken any bones since the last time you saw him.

You picture him getting home to his empty, dark apartment at two in the morning. Dripping a little water onto the aloe plant that lives on his bathroom counter. Curling up in his bed.

It would be harmless.

Wouldn’t it?

Your head snaps up at the sound of your name being called. You’re scooping up your coffee and paper-wrapped bagel when you hear it again, behind you this time.

“I thought that was you!” May’s smile lights up her entire face, almost as bright as the floral scrubs she’s wearing.

You gape wordlessly for an uncomfortably protracted moment before you manage to reconfigure your face into what you hope passes for a smile. “May! Hi! Oh, my God! What are you doing here?”

“Hospital cafeteria coffee is a special kind of awful,” she says, lifting her hand to show you the coffee she’s holding. It’s in a vacuum-type cup; pink and insulated.

You try to angle your body so your own coffee in its non-reusable cardboard is a little less visible. “Oh, right! Yeah! Of course!” You need to calm the fuck down. Your voice is about three octaves higher than usual.

She pauses. “Is everything okay?”

You open your mouth to respond and find that you can’t. You’re still emotionally snagged on the barbed thought of Peter watching old sci-fi movies in bed alone. Having May in front of you is making you feel hot and trapped.

May’s brows crease. “Oh, dear.”

You laugh, embarrassed, touching your fingertip to the inner corner of your eye. “Shit, sorry. This is. Um. Yes, yeah, I’m okay. Sorry.” You laugh again, and it comes out like static.

She purses her lips. “Come on. Let’s go sit in the park.”

Her tone brooks no argument, and you find yourself glad to obey, your brain happily soggy and freed from decision-making. She leads you to a quiet spot by the fountain, on the stone steps.

A toddler with a chaff-coloured cowlick blowing in the wind is chasing the pigeons and shrieking with delight. You watch his parents smiling at each other as they follow close behind.

May digs a tube out of her bag and deposits a dime-sized amount of citrus-smelling lotion into her palms before smoothing her hands together. “Peter always tells me I should stop trying to get involved in things that are none of my business, but then, he really shouldn’t talk.”

You swallow a mouthful of coffee. “We kind of broke up. I think.”

She makes a pained noise, but doesn’t seem surprised.

You feel the need to defend him from the disappointed look on her face. “It’s my fault. I misinterpreted the whole thing. I tried to make it more serious than we agreed. Peter didn’t do anything wrong.”

She does look surprised at this. “I thought it was already serious. Peter’s never brought anybody around to meet me before. And from how he’d been talking…”

Your throat tightens. You look down at your knees and find there’s a ladder forming in your tights, right below the hem of your skirt. “I thought so too. Or hoped, at least.”

She doesn’t push the conversation further, which is nice of her, but it means you’re left with an expanse of expectant silence. A mouse-brown sparrow flits past your head and dives into the row of bushes surrounding the fountain.

“He never told me how he was feeling.” You wonder if this is a mistake. It’s probably weird of you to be having this conversation with his aunt, without his knowledge, when you aren’t even together anymore. If you were ever together. “But I could tell things were just…off. Sometimes.”

She nods. “The whole Oscorp thing couldn’t have been easy.”

“Yeah,” you agree, before you realise what she’s said. “Wait, what?”

“Well, it’s…it’s just probably bringing up some painful memories for him having you there, that’s all. After what happened, you know, with Harry, and everything else.”

“What? You mean Harry Osborn? Like the old CEO’s son?” You’d heard he suffered some kind of semi-public breakdown not long after his father’s death, smashed up one of the labs and lost all of his remaining shares before disappearing into a hospital somewhere, but you can’t imagine how any of this connects with Peter. “I’m sorry, I’m really lost. What are we talking about here?”

The sparrow emerges victorious from the greenery, a doomed grass spider wriggling in the pinch of its tiny beak. May’s eyes dart searchingly between yours, her expression growing cold. “He hasn’t told you.”

You gnaw the inside of your cheek. You feel very stupid. “Hasn’t told me what?”

She looks terribly sad. She gently lays her hand over yours, her plain wedding band cold against your skin. The gesture feels like the application of a balm, preempting pain. You imagine then that she must be a very, very good nurse. “Oh, sweetheart. Her name was Gwen.”

——————

Bear clomps through the apartment, all the way from one side to the other and back again. Her footfalls sound heavy. She must be wearing her oil-slick rainbow Docs, you muse. Her door was shut when you got in, so this is only a guess, but you can practically see her through the walls.

More clomping, then a pause, coming to a halt right outside your bedroom door. “You nearly ready to go?” she yells.

If she’s wearing those boots, then you’d be willing to bet she’s also wearing shorts. Maybe those green high-waisted ones. You really like those shorts. Maybe you’ll ask where she got them.

“Can I come in? Are you naked?”

Then again, she probably found them in a thrift store. She has a weird talent for finding cool stuff wherever she goes; one you sadly do not share.

Your door opens and she stands silhouetted against the light, looking down at you sitting on your bed, in the dark, in your pajamas for a long moment. “Do you want me to cancel with Chris?”

“No. You go without me. I kinda wanna be alone.”

She cracks the knuckles of her index and middle fingers absent-mindedly. “O kay, but you’ve been alone. Most nights this week.”

“It’s okay.” Your voice sounds strangely flat. “Just tired.”

She cracks her thumb; a single loud, thoughtful pop. Then she walks away, leaving your door open.

You contemplate climbing into the shower fully-dressed. You’re sure it’d feel nice, sitting under the warm spray. It’s only the thought of then having to peel the cold, clinging skin of your pajamas off after the fact that convinces you not to.

Bear reappears sans jacket, now silent on socked feet, the spare blanket from the sofa in one hand and her laptop in the other. She shuffles into your room. “You wanna watch The Thing?”

Your sinuses tingle and you almost cry with affection for her. “Yeah,” you say, your voice tiny. “Yeah, I wanna watch The Thing.”

“The old one,” she qualifies haughtily as she plops onto the bed beside you. “I don’t give a fuck how sad you are; we’re not watching the remake.”

“Obviously,” you say, scooting over to make room for her.

As you settle in, you catch a glimpse of her thumbs moving swiftly over a message, making an excuse to Chris, something about you both eating bad leftovers. She could’ve just blamed you, but she doesn’t. 

You aren’t really seeing the movie. It’s all just colours and shapes and noises. Your eyes follow the splashes of red across the screen as you speak, quiet.

“His girlfriend died.”

You can see her looking at you from your periphery, but she doesn’t say anything.

“It happened right before college. It’s why he took a year off and started late. His aunt told me it was an accident, but he saw it happen, and he couldn’t stop it, and he blames himself.” As though to drive it deeper into your own guts, you say it again. “She died. In front of him.”

There’s a long silence, broken only by the voices of the actors onscreen.

“Shit,” Bear finally says.

“Yeah.”

May hadn’t shared many details. Just that she— Gwen —had interned at Oscorp, and that Peter had been friends with Harry Osborn since they were children. The dual losses had been near-simultaneous. Peter hadn’t recovered. Not completely. Not really.

“He never seemed to talk to anyone. Except for his aunt. It’s why I didn’t think he was seeing anyone else, even with all the weird shit going on. He was totally isolated from everyone. Like, I had to be the one to approach him the first time we… anyway.”

Bear nods. “Is he in therapy?”

“I don’t think so.”

Her next words come out very carefully, as though she’s trying to be tactful. “Do you think…maybe, you don’t really miss being with him? Are you sure you don’t just feel sorry for him? Or like you need to save him?”

You think about one of the last times you’d gone over to see him. He’d stopped to hold the stairwell door open for one of his neighbours; a sour-faced old man with arms full of groceries. The man had given no thanks, or even acknowledgement, but Peter had still followed a careful distance behind, darting forward to hold the door again when he’d reached his floor. He hadn’t even said anything. Because, you now know intimately, that’s simply the type of person Peter Parker is. 

You think about the clean-laundry smell of his hoodies and the awkward way he folds his frame into too-small chairs and how carefully he ran his hands up the length of your throat while he was buried inside you.

“I miss him.”

She sighs. “I knew you were gonna say that.”

You both sink into silence, watching the characters in the movie play out their inevitable ends. Despite the gore, this feels safe. Like model trains with nowhere to go but to the ends of their assigned tracks.

You nudge her foot with yours. “Sorry for fucking up your night. You’re a good egg.”

She pats the top of your head, then quickly yanks her arm away to stifle a sneeze in the crook of her elbow. “Yeah, I know.”

You fall asleep curled softly into the warm space left by Bear’s body.

It’s pouring so heavily you can barely keep your umbrella over your head. Your arms shake with the effort, water sloshing and sucking at your feet.

“It’s coming down pretty hard,” you shout.

“What?” May shouts back. You’re standing together in her kitchen. The floorboards have liquefied to mud, the drops pinging metallic off the benches and light fixtures.

“I said it’s raining really hard!”

“It’s okay,” she yells. “Peter’s fixing it.” Her face is a washed-out blur in the distance. The dimensions of the room are off; she’s at least twenty yards away, the house stretched to surreal proportions, and in the gloaming you can barely tell which direction to turn your body.

“Peter’s here?” You spin around, squinting into the dark. “Peter?”

You grope groggily out of the blankets for your phone, still beside you on the bed. It’s just after four in the morning.

He was last active two minutes ago.

you should be asleep, you type, squinting, and then swiftly delete. 

i hope you’re okay, you try again, backspacing the characters as fast as you write them.

Is he alone right now? Is he warm enough? Is he safe?

i’m really sorry.

The message glows at you, unsent.

You turn over and sleep again, dreamless this time.

[sweetyyhippyy]

Flattery Works. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *SMUT*

*NOT MY GIF*

SUMMARY: Eddie gets asked to supply weed for a party. They smoke together, get to talking and the after effect turns hot.

TW: DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE NOT 18+! Smoking weed, mentions of body insecurity throughout, pet names throughout (sweetheart, baby, princess, angel, good girl, daddy), oral sex (fem receiving), biting, a whole lot of dirty talk, unprotected sex (because I’m a whore… I’m sorry), choking, spanking, a little bit of possessiveness?, creampie (because once again… I’m a whore), praising.

WORD COUNT: 5.4K

A.N. This is my first time writing for Eddie! I really hope anyone who reads this, likes it!!

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It was already 20 minutes past when he said he would be at her place to drop off the weed she asked him to bring over. The only thing her friends asked her to bring to the kickback they were having.

She sighed heavily, knowing she would have to resort to asking creepy ass Reefer Rick for the hookup, which also meant having to pay almost double what Munson charged, plus she knew she was going to have to slap his hands off some part of her body.

She grabbed her purse, walking to the front door, her heels clacking against the hardwood floor from her bedroom to the front area. Just as soon as she opens the door, she’s greeted by Eddie, his hand balled up in a fist getting ready to knock on her door.  

He has a cute little smile on his face when he sees her. Trying everything to not look at her body that was on display.

“Jesus you scared me.”

“I know I’m late, but I’m here. I got what you asked for.” Eddie says, walking straight into her apartment with his little metal lunch box in hand.

She shuts the door behind him, following him to the couch as he sets the lunchbox down on the ottoman, opening it up to different small bags inside.

“Mexican sativa. You and all your girlfriends zenned out for the night, but still lively to party.” Completing the sentence with a little shimmy.

She can’t help but laugh, taking the bag from him. “Thanks Munson. What do I owe you?”

“For you, since you’re so pretty, $30. Plus, I’ll throw this one in just for you later.”

Maybe Eddie was laying it on a little thick, but damn she really was pretty, somehow even prettier than normal with her hair and makeup done to perfection, and the tight little red and black dress she was wearing that really showed off how truly beautiful her figure was that she liked to hide as much as possible.

“Thanks, Eddie.” She smirks, handing him the money from her purse. “You uh, you want to stay back and actually smoke this with me? I’m not going to lie, I’m god awful at rolling. Tragic really.”

Eddie smiles and takes the bag back from her, getting to work packing them a blunt to share. “So where’s the big party for the night?”

“My friend Katie’s house. It’s just going to be us girls. At least that’s what I hope.” She sighs, leaning back on her couch next to Eddie. “See if Jessica doesn’t show up with her dipshit boyfriend like last time.”

“She’s still with that guy?” Eddie laughs, bringing the paper packed with weed up to his mouth, licking the paper to make sure it’s sealed fully.

She half zoned out watching Eddie lick the paper, somehow her thoughts going straight to a dirty place. “Uh, yeah unfortunately. Even though he’s fucked every girl in Hawkins by now.”

“Oh yeah? You too?” He says with a wide smile on his face, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“Eddie Munson! Asking about my sex life.” She laughs. “And no, not me. I wouldn’t let that creep touch me with a ten foot pole.”

Eddie grabs his lighter from his jacket pocket, flicking it on and lighting the other end of the blunt, handing it over to her. “Ladies first.”

“Such the gentleman.” She teases, taking a baby hit to start out with.

“Oh come on, princess!” Eddie laughs as she exhales the smoke slowly. “You can do better than that.”

“Fuck off, Munson. I’m pacing myself.” She teases back, trying not to think of the nickname he just called her.

“Aww, pretty girl can’t handle her weed?”

Almost just to prove a point she takes a bigger hit, blowing the smoke back in his face with a smile afterward. “Actually, pretty girl can handle her weed, thank you.”

***

Eddie and her had been laughing their asses off for the past 20 minutes at some stupid story she was telling him; light touches on his arm, and brushes against her thigh.

Each touch made her body vibrate. Smoking already made her a hornball, but adding Eddie into the mix, someone she had secretly thought about letting do unspeakable and sinful things to her.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“About?” Eddie asks.

“You ever accept certain favors as payment?”

“What like chores?” He knew exactly what she was talking about, but part of him wanted her to say it, almost as if hearing her say the dirty words made it just that much hotter.

She rolls her eyes playfully, shaking her head. “No. Like… sexual favors.”

“Oh! That’s what you meant.” He teases with a shit eating grin. “You know, I can honestly say I haven’t.”

“You don’t get ass?” She turned blunt when she was high.

“Uh, I mean… I… I think I do.” He stammered through his response.

Eddie would be half dumb and half stupid to say she wasn’t cute. He had known her for a few years through her older brother, one of the guys he played D&D with before he started Hellfire club. Eddie would come to the house every now and again, obviously seeing her, interacting once and a while. Now that she was an adult, he felt less creepy admitting she was cute.

“I’m doing everything except spelling it out for you, Munson. Get there faster please.” She laughs, taking another hit.

“Wha-what are you talking about?”

“Eddie.” She sighs, shifting in her seat to get closer to him. “I’m hinting that I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh.” He says with wide eyes. “Why?”

Fucking Eddie.

“What do you mean why? I’m horny, I think you’re hot. Hell, I’ve thought you were hot since my freshman year. Just couldn’t act on it since you and my brother were friends.”

“You really want me to?” He asks, trying to mask the excitement he has in his tone.

“I do. Is that so hard to believe?”

“When you look like that… yeah kinda.” Eddie shrugs, his eyes scanning her up and down, committing her whole being to his spank bank for later.

“Look like that? What do you mean exactly?” In the back of her mind she knew the outfit wasn’t a good idea, she knew it “didn’t belong” on her body, that it “showed off too much of her body”. She got an earful about how “nobody wants to see your body” from stupid Jason Carver in 11th grade in front of half of the school.

Eddie’s doe eyes widened, knowing that what he really meant didn’t translate well. “No, no, no baby. Not like that. You are a fucking knockout. It’s just hard to believe that someone as pretty as you, would want anything to do with a guy like me.”

“I want a lot to do with you actually.” She smiles, shifting on the couch, opening her legs slightly, just enough to make the hem of the dress rise up to her mid thigh.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Eddie mutters under his breath, eyes glued to her thighs. He needed to feel if they were as soft as they looked.

“You are more than free to touch me, you know. Usually I’m not one for taking control so I was kinda hoping you would.” All the confidence the weed had given her 5 minutes ago was completely out the window, but the one thing that wasn’t thrown out the window was that she was beyond desperate and wanted Eddie more than anything.

Eddie took one more long drag from the blunt and blew the smoke out, motioning for her to come closer to him.

She climbs into his lap, straddling him right away. “Hi.” She giggles, touching the jacket on his body.

“Hey, princess.” He responds, his voice already deep and husky. “You’re sure about this? You’ll be known for fucking the freak.”

She snakes her hands up to his long waves, locking her fingers in his thick hair at the base of his head. “Maybe I don’t care about that. ‘Sides, you being a freak might work in my favor.”

“Fuck, I’m in trouble with you.” Eddie mutters before pulling her closer to his body, kissing her lips finally. He squeezes her hips, wanting to feel every inch of her body.

She knew he had to feel the heartbeat between her legs the more she pressed herself against his lap, trying not to grind against him but finding it almost impossible not to move just a little.

The second he feels her grind against his lap, Eddie groans in her mouth, licking at her bottom lip to encourage her to open her mouth so he can play with her tongue.

She smiles into the kiss, opening her mouth slightly finally, moaning as she feels Eddie swipe the tip of his tongue against hers.

They stayed in that position for a while, getting lost in each other. Eddie’s rings touch up her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress up over her ass, his hands massaging her ass.

Her whole body shivered feeling the cold rings on her warm skin. She was the first one to pull back from their kiss, her heart beating out of her chest. “Unzip me in the back.”

Eddie’s slender fingers go up her dress, unzipping her quickly, helping her slide the straps down her shoulders. “Holy shit.” He mutters, his doe eyes glued to her bare chest now exposed to him.

She takes his hand and rests it on her stomach, guiding him by his wrist up the rest of her torso to one of her boobs, leaving it there.

His rings once again make her shutter as one of them brush across her nipple, making the nub grow hard. “You know how god damn beautiful your body is, sweetheart? Like a fucking goddess.”

She wasn’t used to body praise, especially during sex, but seeing how Eddie looked at her naked torso, the part of her body she was so insecure about, it made her ache for him more and only encouraged her to keep going. “It’s not fair I’m almost fully naked and you’re not. We need to change that.” She climbs off his lap, sliding out of the rest of her dress and stepping out.

“No… no fucking panties.” He whispers to himself even though she could still hear him.

“Want to take this to the bedroom?” She asks, putting her hand out to take his.

Eddie nods his head, snapping out of his trance, letting her help him off the couch and guide him to the back of her apartment to her room.

It wasn’t until they reached her room that he noticed she was somehow eye level with him. She was always much shorter than he was. His gaze went down her body until he noticed the high heels still on her. “Baby, fuck.” He almost whines.

She turns in confusion as they walk into her room, flicking the lights on. “What?”

Eddie was quickly shedding his jeans and leather jacket off his body, letting them fall where they may. In an instant he was completely naked as well, grabbing her by her face and kissing her again roughly. “All you have on are those fucking heels, you’re going to be the death of me. Bed, now.”

She smirked at him while she crawls up her bed, laying in the middle waiting for Eddie.

He follows her up the bed, spreading her legs apart using his body, his hands gripping her thighs. “Open your mouth sweetheart.”

She opens her mouth, automatically sticking her tongue out.

Eddie slides his middle and ring finger into her mouth, a devilish smile plastered on his face. “That’s it, princess. Soak ‘em up.” His eyes burned holes into her the deeper she took his ring clad fingers down her mouth.

She lightly gags on his fingers, pulling her head back, releasing his fingers with a string of spit following. A low, pleasurable hum fills the room when Eddie swipes this thumb across her lip to break the spit string.

“Want me to touch you here?” Eddie asks, teasing her entrance with his soaked fingers.

Her body chases his fingers, wanting him to just dive in. “Yes, god please touch me.”

His two fingers push in slowly, stretching her out.

She whines borderline pathetically, rolling her eyes to the back of her head. “Fuck.”

“Keep going, princess? You going to feel full with just my fingers?”

Her eyes were soft, reading desperate as she stared back at his own eyes. “Yes, keep stretching me out.”

Eddie lays on the bed next to her, his fingers still inside her. “You going to be a good girl and cum for me?”

She nods her head frantically, biting her lip.

His fingers slowly draw in and out, drawing out obscene wet noises. He takes his thumb and swipes it sideways against her clit, he remembered reading an article in Playboy, yes read that it was much more pleasurable for a woman’s clit to be played with from the side than just in a plain circle.

“Oh fuck, Eddie!” She gasps, grabbing his forearm.

Eddie’s cock was painfully hard, fighting the urge to rub himself up against her thigh. With his other hand, he slowly travels up her body, to her face, cupping it in his hand while he turns her face toward his. “Damn, you are so beautiful, baby.” With the tip of his tongue, he licks her bottom lip before kissing her hungrily.

Her moans vibrated against his lips the quicker he fingered and rubbed her clit. When she was high, all of her senses were hightened, especially when she was having sex while high. Everything was more intense. Slowly, she felt the tingling feeling creep up her entire body.

There was no way she was already about to cum. Nobody had ever made her cum during sex, but she could never even make herself cum this quickly.

She whines again as she pulls away from their kiss, digging her nails into his arm. “Eddie, I wanna cum.”

“Yeah, cum on my fingers princess. You know I wanna taste how good it tastes after.” He doesn’t change a thing about the way he’s touching her; the pace, pressure, nothing. “Come on angel, cum for me.” He whispers in her ear. “Show daddy you can be a good girl.”

She didn’t know what sent her over the edge, the fact he called himself daddy, the fact that she did want to be a good girl for him, or hearing his voice in her ear. Her whole body shook as she rides the waves of her orgasm out, crying into Eddie’s shoulder, gripping onto him.

“That’s it, baby.” Eddie coos in her ear, pressing kisses to her collar bone. “You did so good for me.”

She nods her head, nuzzling into him for comfort.

Slowly Eddie took his fingers out from her still contracting entrance, his wet fingers grazing her thighs, trying to give her a chance to calm down. “Can I give you a taste?” He asks, kissing her cheek.

“Yes.” She mutters out, still trying to regain her composure.

Eddie picks his head and presses a quick kiss to her lips before working his kisses down the middle of her chest, licking both her nipples before kissing down her stomach, spending extra time there just to show her that he was in love with her body. He slid his body down her bed, resting his wild head of hair between her thighs. His tongue licks up and down both her thighs before biting the skin just to tease her.

She giggles at the small pinch, slightly clenching her legs together.

Eddie wraps both his arms up around her thighs, keeping her legs spread, wasting no time parting her lips with his tongue, kissing her clit  before flicking it with his tongue.

She figured out why he had wrapped his arms around her thighs the way he did, that way when he did something that would normally make her clench her thighs, she couldn’t. Her fingers make their way to his long hair, combing them through his hair until she had the dark mane tangled in her fingers.

It was the way he moaned against her while he sucked on her clit that really did it for her. There was nothing hotter than a man who got hot and bothered from eating pussy.  

Her clit was still beyond sensitive, only making it harder to keep her legs spread open. “You’re so good at using your tongue, daddy.” She whispers, deciding to use the name he anointed himself. “You going to make me cum again? All on your tongue this time?”

Eddie nodded his head in response to her question, his dark eyes looking up at her while he continued to eat her out.

“You know you look so good between my legs? You know I’ve thought so much about how fucking hot you would look eating me out?”

Unbeknownst to her, Eddie was finally relieving some of the pent up pressure of his cock, moving his hips against her mattress. Her dirty talking to him only made him want to move quicker, but he didn’t want to blow his load before he got a chance to actually be buried deep inside her.

He let one of her legs go, using his fingers to dive back into her entrance, fingering her again.

She rolled her head to the side feeling full again, letting a long sigh out as she got readjusted to his fingers.

She tasted like a mix between heaven and the sweetest fruit on earth, especially the more wet she got, and there was no way he was going to stop before she exploded all over his face. Hell, at this point, he didn’t care if he drowned. It would be a hell of a way to go.

Little muffles, whines and whimpers started coming from her the sloppier his tongue movements got.

Eddie could see, what he could only assume was a mix of his saliva and her juices creating a dark patch on the sheet under her.

“I need to cum! I need to cum again! Eddie!” Her fingers started to pull at his hair.

The harder she pulled, the quicker he sucked on her clit, licking it here and there just to make her jump.

Tears started to sting her eyes as he fucked his fingers into her harder, trying to hold on for just a little while longer.

She didn’t know what Eddie was doing to her that she felt the overwhelming urge to cum so quickly, he knew exactly how to read her body’s needs, even though it was their first time together.

It hit her like a truck, Eddie still not letting up on his rhythm or pace as she shook again.

Tears started to roll down her cheek as she shut her eyes tightly. She cried Eddie’s name over and over, pressing his face into her pussy further as she tried to roll all over the bed, only to be stopped by Eddie’s grip.

Eddie stared at her through her orgasm, his cock throbbing at the sight of her nipples growing hard and the tears falling from her face. Finally he decided to pull away from her, giving each one of her thighs another kiss before sitting up onto his knees.

She grabbed for any part of him she could grab, needing his closeness again, especially now that he had brought her to tears from cumming so hard. Finally she finds his hand, grabbing it to help sit herself up onto her butt. “I need you.”

“Need me where, princess?” Eddie asks, pressing a kiss to her wrist.

“You fucking me. Please, Eddie.” Her voice was desperate, tear stains on her cheeks.

“Yeah, my baby. On your hands and knees first.”

She obeyed him, quickly getting onto her knees, her torso laying flat on the mattress.

“Here, lift your head.” Eddie says, grabbing one of her decorative pillows and placing it under her head.

The sweet gesture made her heart swell.

It wasn’t until now that Eddie noticed a crescent moon tattoo on her lower back, little star shapes scattered along her lower back, the sight of the tattoo making his cock jump. He grips the base of his cock, slapping it against her ass.

She wiggles her ass at the feeling, giggling at the anticipation of finally having Eddie Munson inside of her.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot.” Eddie murmurs, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“What happened?” She turns her head, looking back at him with concern, part of her thinking that maybe he was coming to his senses and was regretting the decision to fuck her.

“I don’t have a fucking rubber.”

“It’s okay. Birth control is a hell of a thing.” She smirks.

Eddie drags his tip up and down her wetness, making his tip wet with her cum. He slowly pushes himself inside, both of them gasping as he bottoms her out. “So fucking perfect.” Once Eddie found a rhythm both of you were happy with, one of his hands wrap around her neck, his fingers applying pressure on the side of her neck.

“Oh fuck!” She whines, shutting her eyes at the feeling. “Harder.”

With his other hand he grabs a bundle of her hair, bringing her up to be pressed up against his chest. “Yeah, princess? You think you can handle me fucking you harder?” He growls in her ear, applying just a bit more pressure to her throat.

“Yes, daddy. I can take it.”

“Look at me.”

She turns to look at how beautiful Eddie was, his big brown eyes glued on her while his mouth was slightly opened with low grunts coming out. His skin was flushed from all the effort he was exerting.

Their skin slapping together only coaxed him to fuck her harder.

“Who would have thought you can take cock so well? You look so sweet and innocent, but only I know how much of a cock slut you are.”

She whimpers in response, not able to form a coherent sentence, or even a single word for that matter.

“Tell me, sweetheart: how long have you had fantasies about me being balls deep inside this perfect pussy?”

“A-a few years.” She shakes out, sinking her nails into his pale thigh.

“More specific, princess.” He sings, tapping her clit with his hands.

She whines loudly, almost crying. “Do you remember the night, fuck, my parents invited you over for dinner and you spent the night? We accidentally bumped into each other after your shower. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Eddie laughs in her ear, nipping at the skin under her lobe. “What, you were only 16 right? Being so young thinking such sinful thoughts about me. What a naughty fucking girl. Don’t you think so?”

All she can do is moan, Eddie was fucking her stupid.

Eddie roughly throws her back into her bed, his cock slipping out of her quickly.

She lands with a slight bounce, whining at the loss of feeling full.

A loud smack, followed by a stinging burn on her ass makes her whole body tense. Two more smacks on each side, the rings really adding a whole different sensation. She clenched around nothing at the feeling of the lingering sting.

“I asked you a question.” Eddie grumbles in her ear. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to need to use your words and answer me when I speak, do you understand?”

Before she can answer, he strikes her one more time, grabbing her and flipping her onto her back.

“Yes, daddy I understand!” She says quickly, giving him her soft babydoll eyes.

Eddie spreads her legs back open, taking his middle finger and drags it up her slit, licking it. “You want me to keep going?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He settles back between her legs, once again rubbing his cock against her lips before pushing himself back in. As much as he wanted to keep his dominant, mean composure up, he could feel it slipping with each thrust.

She grabs him by his shoulders, bringing him to be chest to chest with her, needing to be close to him.

Eddie presses a kiss to her forehead. “God I can’t wait to make you cum again, princess.”

“Yes, please! Again!”

Eddie reaches down to rub her clit, determined to get her to cum one more time. “I’m going to make you cum around my cock, princess. Wanna feel you get even tighter around this fucking cock.”

She nods her head, biting down on her nail. “Please. Wanna cum again.” Her voice was shaky and hoarse. She couldn’t help but roll her hips, meeting his sharp, deep thrusts. “You’re so good, daddy! So good at fucking my pussy.”

“You’re going to make me addicted to this pussy. Don’t know how I’m going to get anything better than this.” Eddie grunts before licking circles around one of her nipples, taking the nub between his teeth and lightly biting down on it. The way he flicked his tongue at her nipple was similar to the way he played with her clit earlier.

She gripped her fingers through his messy, damp hair, wanting him to stay sucking on her nipple. She could hear her moans and cries become almost nonexistent the longer their scene went on. “Eddie, you feel it? I’m so close.”

Eddie’s head snaps up from her chest, sitting up onto his knees. He takes both of her legs, resting them on his shoulders. “Oh, fuck baby. Feel how deep I am?”

“Yes! So deep! So good! Please! Don’t stop!”

“Oh trust me baby, I’m not going to stop. Never going to stop fucking this pussy.” He whispers, hitting her pussy deeper than he could have imagined. “Tell me, ever had anyone else fuck this pussy this good?”

“No! No! Only you, daddy! Only you!” She was openly screaming at this point, not caring that the whole floor she lived on, or the poor old man living directly under her could hear her getting fucked into a different world.

“This is my pussy, baby. Yeah? This pussy belongs to me.” Eddie was losing it at this point, as much as he tried to shield it, she could see him struggling to hold his orgasm back.

“Yours. All yours. I’m all yours.”

“Yeah? My girl?”

She didn’t even have a chance to answer before she hit her climax, her body stiffening like a board at first. “Y-yesss! I’m your girl, Eddie! Eddie!” She cried his name, literally. Tears flooded down her face as she shook, sobs coming from deep inside her chest.

Eddie slowly stopped playing with her clit to avoid overstimulating her. Watching her look at him with tears rolling down her face made him weak. “That’s my girl. So good, baby.” Eddie coos, pressing sweet, loving kisses to her forehead. “You think you can finish taking my cock? That way daddy can cum?”

She knew she couldn’t answer him with words, her brain far too fuzzy. All she could do was nod her head, mouthing “yes” although no sound came out.

Eddie didn’t stop his rhythm at all, it felt too good to do anything but rough fucking her.

“Eddie!” She whispers, although she really meant to scream his name. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, undoubtedly leaving him a bruise.

“Fuck, baby. Take it.” He whispers in her ear. Eddie had the internal battle whether or not he wanted to pump her full of her cum, or if he had the strength to pull out of her pussy. His body didn’t give him anymore time to think before he came deep inside her, buried deep inside her.

Eddie couldn’t help grunt her name out over and over, his forehead pressed to her shoulder as he shot the last bit of his cum in her. “You are unbelievable. Holy shit.” Eddie exhales, gripping the base of his cock as he slowly pulls out, making both of them sigh heavily.

She whines at the feeling of being empty, pulling him back to her. “Again.” She pouts, flashing him her big eyes again.

“Baby, I’m spent. You came for me 3 times, you gotta rest.”

She shook her head, almost on the brink of tears again. “Again please! You’re so good, I’ve never came like that before, I need more.”

Eddie smirks, laying on his side while he cuddles next to her, spreading her legs apart. “You’re lucky flattery works with me. Tell me you can handle one more and I’ll make you cum one more time.” His fingers playing with her swollen and sticky lips.

“I-I can take it! Please daddy. Wanna cum again.” Her voice was so small and delicate as she begged.

Eddie takes his two fingers, gathering up the mix of both of their cum and spreading it around her clit.

She shutters feeling him touch her beyond sensitive clit, but she was completely drunk off his touch, and she needed just to cum one more time to feel complete. “Fuck, baby.” Her head drops to the side, exposing her neck to him.

Eddie growls into her neck as he peppers the skin with opened mouth kisses. “My girl.” His fingers continue to draw lazy circles on her clit.

She rolls her hips, needy for more of Eddie. “Don’t stop please.”

“Trust me, princess, I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Come here.”

They lazily make out with each other, both of their tongues everywhere, and both of them moaning in each other’s mouth.  

The familiar tingle inside her starts to build, and all control of her body was gone.

“Eddie! Cum!” She wraps her hand around his wrist, trying to move his hand to make him go faster.

“Give me one last one, baby. You’re so close. Think about how good it’s going to feel, cumming 4 times for me.” He continues to press kisses to her neck, which brings her over the edge.

She cries out loudly, her back lifting off the bed, her heels digging into the mattress.

“That’s my girl.” Eddie says, kissing her cheek. “Such a good girl.” His spare hand reaches out, wiping her tears away that were running down her cheeks. He stopped massaging her clit once she lowered herself back onto the bed, his hands going down to her inner thigh to massage.

She cried once she came back to earth, burying her face in Eddie’s chest, needing his comfort.

Eddie wraps both of his arms around her body, squeezing her tight so she knew he was there and wasn’t going anywhere. “You did so good, baby. So proud of you.” He whispers in her ear.

She nods her head, still feeling sensitive and completely fucked out. “ ‘M tired.” She mumbles.

“Yeah, you did a lot, baby. Safe to say you’re not going to your little party?”

She chuckles, picking her head up from Eddie’s sweaty body. Her hair was deflated, the crimps she once had completely sweated out, the black eyeliner and mascara bleeding down her face. “No, definitely not. I kinda would rather stay with you in bed.”

Eddie smiles and leans up to press a kiss to her lips. “So you’re inviting me to stay?” He asks with a wide smile.

“Oh, you’re never leaving again.” She laughs. “You gave me the best fuck of my entire life, you’re stuck with me.”

“You know, somehow that’s really not a threat to me. Maybe I don’t have any problem sticking around. Maybe… I dunno… maybe I wanna…” He stutters through his words, looking away from her.  

“Maybe you wanna…” She tries to coax it out of him.

“Take you out places. Like dates and stuff. Boyfriend and girlfriend shit.”

She tries to hide the smile on her face at the sound of going on dates and doing relationship type things with Eddie.

“I dunno, it’s dumb.” Eddie sighs.

“No no no, baby it’s not!” She says quickly, touching his face with her fingertips, liking how the slight stubble felt between her fingers. “I like the idea of doing that stuff with you.”

Eddie’s sweet eyes look up at her, a smile spread across his face. “Yeah? Alright well, maybe we can do something in the morning. Granted you’re able to walk in the morning.” He chuckles.

“It’s a date.”  

[h0neypjm]

Just for practice | kth

↳ Summary: “I think we should normalise giving head to your friends as practice.”

↳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, slight Hoseok x reader

↳ Genre: Smut, pwp, some plot i guess, best friend! Taehyung

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.3k

↳ Warnings: swearing, lip biting, hickies, oral (both female and male receiving), rough blowjobs, spanking, fingering, squirting, big dick! Tae, possessiveness/jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), dom/sub themes, Taehyung calls reader lots of pet names (sweetheart, darling, good girl), degradation, biting, slight cockwarming

↳ a/n: I’ve been having major writer’s block while writing confident :( however, i saw this tweet which prompted this lil oneshot hope you enjoy

Jung Hoseok [ 2:15 PM ]

Am I gonna see you at Seokjin’s tomorrow?

You [ 2:16 PM ]

I’ll be there :)

Jung Hoseok [ 2:18 PM ]

You’re not gonna run away from me this time, right?

You [ 2:20 PM ]

No of course not haha

Jung Hoseok [ 2:21 PM ]

Is that a promise princess?

A sigh flies out of your mouth like wind through a window and you’re shucking off your glasses in an instant. Hoseok’s texts bringing back a flurry of memories that you wish to forget.

“Do you need help with your essay again?”

Your eyes are strained when they try to focus on Taehyung, your shoulders shrug in defeat. “No, I’m fine. It’s just-”

Taehyung knows immediately, he is your best friend after all. “Let me guess, It’s Hoseok isn’t it?” 

You slump in your seat while a pout is cutely drawn onto your face, you nod with dismay. “I really like him Tae, and every time we see each other, It’s like the universe has it out for me and tries to make sure I embarrass myself in front of him.”

Taehyung shuts his laptop because he knows there's no use in trying to write an essay while you speak about your utterly tragic love life. He thinks about your situation for a minute before he speaks.

“Yes, you might’ve spilled your beer on him and accidentally punched him in the eye, more than once. But, if he’s still texting you he’s obviously still into you. It’s a good sign sweetheart.” Taehyung pats your hand across the coffee table, a comforting smile adorning his handsome face.

Taehyung doesn’t know the full extent of your problem and the more you think about it the more embarrassing it becomes. So you smile back at him uttering a small thank you before turning back to your laptop.

Taehyung raises a brow, “wait, wait, hang on, something is still bothering you.” 

You frown, “it’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung shuffles around the corner of the coffee table as if you’re about to tell him a secret, though it’s just the two of you in his small apartment. “Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”

“Taehyung it is that bad.” You tilt your head at him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater around your tiny fists. “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

Taehyung feigns shock at your words, his hands placed on his heart for dramatic effect. “I would never laugh, and frankly I’m offended you think that low of me.” 

You roll your eyes, turning your body more towards him, deciding it wouldn't hurt letting Taehyung know the thoughts plaguing your mind. “Well, you know how Hoseok and I have been kind of flirty lately, right?” He nods in understanding. 

“I can tell he wants more than that, you know? His touches are small but I know exactly what he’s suggesting, and don’t get me wrong, the feeling is completely mutual because trust me I want that too. Really bad.” 

Taehyung hums, interrupting your soon-to-be graphic rambling. “I totally get it Y/N. Now let’s stop beating around the bush so I can help you.”

If Taehyung were a girl, this would be so much easier. You curse your eight-year-old self who just had to become friends with a boy because God, how do you even start?

Taehyung is a patient man, always giving you space before helping you but, in this situation, you feel it’s best to just rip the band-aid off. Taehyung if you can read my mind, please don’t laugh at me.

“I’venevergivensomeoneablowjob.”

You speak so suddenly, Taehyung’s not so sure he heard you correctly. “Huh?”

“Goddammit Tae”, you rub and your temples and avoid his stare. “I’ve never given someone a blowjob!”

His eyes are wide. “Oh” 

You hide your face into the table while your body internally cringes. At least he didn’t laugh. “See! You do think it’s bad.”

“I’m just surprised to be honest”, he reassures, leaning back onto his palms, strong brows pulled together in thought. “Shit Y/N, have you really never sucked a dick before?”

Sure, you’ve had sex many times (most of which have been extremely disappointing) but, it seems that most of your hookups want to get straight into fucking. No foreplay, no nothing. Just unseasoned, pleasureless fucking.

A groan rumbles out of your throat, “It just never happened! They were all about that hump and dump lifestyle I guess.”

Taehyung is utterly baffled at your statement. In Taehyung’s books, It is compulsory to treat every women like a queen. Preparing and edging them the perfect amount of times to see them crumble so sensually by his very doing. To Taehyung, seeing a woman cry out his name from experiencing the most explosive, leg-shaking orgasm was always his favourite part.

This is why Taehyung is absolutely shattered for you. “So, you’re also telling me no one has ever eaten you out?” You miserably nod, “that’s actually fucking evil!”

His words do not ease you one bit as you throw your head onto the seat behind you. “The way you say it makes me feel even worse. This is the sole reason why I run away from Hoseok and make a fool out of myself.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, the air floating around carrying an awkward silence. You don’t really care and you don’t expect Taehyung to think of a solution. Plus, you’re already embarrassed enough.

You might as well leave and ask one of your girlfriends for help, maybe finish your essay while you’re at it. You sigh, shutting your laptop and stacking your books together. 

However, the next sentence that flies out of Taehyung’s mouth makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“I think I’ve figured out how I can help you.”

Wiggling back into a comfortable seating position, you lean into Taehyung with interest. “And how might you help me, dear Taehyung?”

He eyes you nervously, his fingers fiddling with his chunky rings, “You trust me, right?”

You smile, “yeah, of course, you’re my best friend Tae.”

An exhale puffs out of his mouth. “Why not practice on me?”

You almost choke on your spit. You definitely did not expect him to say that. “Could you repeat that please?”

A new glint of mischief sparkles in his eye. “Why not let me teach you how to give Hoseok the blowjob of his life and in return, I’ll eat you out”

Your brain is having a meltdown. 

“You’re fucking crazy”, you wail. “You actually want me to suck your dick?”

He brings his hands up in defence, “I think we should normalize giving head to your friends as practice, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. Think about it, you get to learn and cum at the same time.”

You won’t lie to yourself, the proposal is tempting and in all honesty, Taehyung is hot as fuck. You will forever thank the Gods above for blessing you with the delicious sight that is your best friend. However, the proposition puts you in an odd spot.

Apprehensive about your thoughts, you state your unease, “I-I don’t know Taehyung, don’t you think this might ruin our friendship?” An exhale, “have you seriously thought of me that way?”

Taehyung chuckles, it’s deep and totally unexpected to your question. “Sweetheart, there are many things that go on inside my head involving you. And to answer your question, they’re not completely innocent.”

A startled gasp is ripped from your throat and your stomach flutters with a dangerous mix of nervousness, thrill and dare you say arousal.

Never in your life would you have imagined Kim Taehyung, your best friend since grade school, seeing you in such an inviting way. To make matters worse, It was intimidating to think about his fair share of experience and the long line of women backing up the fact that Taehyung was indeed some sort of sex demon.

Of course, you felt the same way. How could you not! The man was practically an incarnation of a Greek God. Broad sturdy shoulders that sat atop thick muscular thighs, and how could you forget his gorgeous fingers.

You’d die before you admit it, but there have been many nights where you have found yourself thinking about what his pretty long fingers could do to you. Those nights always ended with a mess of your sheets and a wetness between your thighs. It was your dirty little secret, however, it seems Taehyung also had some of his own.

His sharp eyes storm with darkness when he speaks, “don’t lie Y/N, I know you’ve had some dirty thoughts about me up in that pretty little head of yours.”

Pink blossoms over your cheeks like wildfire because he’s so terrifyingly right. “I don’t even need to touch you sometimes, one look and you’re a goner.” You gulp. “Look at you right now.” His gaze drops down to your thighs. “All my talking making you so needy, you need to clench your thighs to keep it together.”

He smiles, though it’s not his usual boxy, boyish smile. It’s dangerous and seductive almost smirking and shit when did he get so close to you? Your breathing is erratic and you have no idea how you could be so anxious yet so amorous at the same time. 

Your heart beats rapidly in your ears. “This is just for practice, right?”

Taehyung curses under his breath, “just for practice sweetheart.”

You don’t get to respond.

His lips are hesitant at first when they meet yours, yet his hands say the opposite. They start at your waist and tickle their way down to your stiff hands. Ever so gently, he pries them open, intertwining his long fingers with yours, and God, did his hands feel so right.

Your nerves dissipate slowly but surely as you allow him to explore your mouth with his skilful tongue. 

Much to Taehyung’s dismay, he finds you releasing your fingers from his own. Your hands flying to the nape of his neck, ultimately bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Taehyung moans in delight when you tug at his long curls, you bite his lip in reply while lust paints your vision and dampens your panties.

Taehyung never knew he would miss the feeling of your lips against his when he painfully pushes himself away to situate himself comfortably on the couch. It was time for the lesson to begin.

You pout at the distance, trying to wiggle close until he motions for you to get into a particular position. Your insides swell with eagerness.

His voice is sweet and his hands are delicate when he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Get down on your knees for me sweetheart.” You obey immediately. He smirks at your sinking form. “Good girl.”

You swear right then and there your pussy had gained a working heartbeat at his words. The unfamiliar pulse thumping as if it were trying to break loose from the constraints of your sweatpants.

Your eyes are big and expectant, slowly drinking up the sight of Taehyung’s delicious figure seated above you. He sits on the couch like it’s his throne, legs spread to accompany your kneeling figure, and dominating stare pinning you down. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Wh-what do I do now?” You utter, making it known to Taehyung that he is in charge. He is in control.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, using a decorated pointer finger to hither your hands towards him. Hesitantly, you raise both hands, lightly placing them down on his thighs.

A click of his tongue makes its way to your ears and you know you’ve already made your first mistake. Taehyung’s brows furrow, it’s obvious you need to make the next move but your brain is fuzzy and flustered. 

He sighs at your confused silence, bringing your small hands onto his belt. Oh, you know what you’re supposed to do now.  

“I thought you were smarter than this, how else are you meant to get my dick out, hmm?” The blush across your cheeks has definitely spread profusely from his teasing. Its once peachy pink tone deepening into an embarrassing cherry red.

The buckle of his belt jingles under your fingertips as you nervously undo them. You’re apparently too slow for his liking, Taehyung finishing the job by pulling his belt off his pants, leaving you to stare down at the large bulge covered by the fabric of his tight jeans. You thought you had your nerves under control but the way your hands start to shake is an indication that this is real. You’re really about to suck your best friend off.

Ever the observant friend, Taehyung is quick to notice the slight shake in your fingers. “Wait, stop.”

You do as he says, quickly settling your palms back on the thickness of his covered thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this? your hands are shaking sweetheart.” His voice is laced with concern, a total switch to his previous words.

Clearing your throat you reply, “oh, no, no I’m fine.” You lock eyes. “I just want to make sure I’m doing good so I can be good for him.”

Possessiveness flares within Taehyung’s chest and he has no idea why. Although he doesn’t let it show, he can’t help the swell of his ego at the knowledge that he’s the first to get you like this. Not Hoseok. Him.

So, he grins his wide boxy grin, dragging a finger down your warm cheek. “Don’t worry darling, you’re in great hands”

The commanding smirk etched onto his lips sparks a surge of confidence through your veins, begging you to finally touch him.

With a tug of your small hands, Taehyung’s constricting jeans are pried off the taut muscle of his thighs and are left to pool around his ankles. The excitement of finally being able to suck dick coursing through your body like lighting, and just like his jeans, Taehyung’s boxers are off in a second.

His cock springs, tall, hard and proud. Your jaw drops, Taehyung chuckles at your reaction. You feel an ooze of wetness pooling in your panties.

His size is nothing you’ve seen before, thick and girthy with an impressive length to match. You wince at the thought of fitting him down your throat.

The cold metal of his rings against your hands brings your attention to Taehyung’s handsome face. Without breaking any eye contact, he wordlessly wraps your hands around the thickness of his cock.

It’s warm and swells in your palm, your two dainty hands stacked on top of each other. Fingers trying so hard to wrap themselves around the sheer girth of his cock.

You’re not dumb, you know what comes next. With a sharp inhale you begin to stroke up his length, paying close attention to his facial expression to get an idea of how well you’re doing

Taehyung’s head tilts to get a better view at your hands, “grip it tighter for me… yeah fuck that’s it.”

His praise boasts you on, holding tighter onto his cock and gathering the slick of his pre-cum with a twist of your wrist. Your eyes remain focused on the way the skin moves with your hands and the way his tip glistens with arousal. You want to lick it.

“When you’re ready you can put your mouth- Ahh shit Y/N!”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence when you’re already so eager to have him in your mouth. You do what you think would feel best, sucking on the head of his cock like a sweet ice lolly on a hot summer's day. Your tongue tracing the thick circumference before dipping into his slit.

A light groan falls from his mouth as he watches you lap at the remaining pre-cum that glistens in the afternoon light. Taehyung almost forgets why he’s here, lost in your plump lips wet with saliva.

Right, he’s here to teach you how to give a blowjob. “Try and take my whole length in darling.” 

You nod, taking a deep breath, your mouth opening wider to take him in as far as you can. You try to keep your throat relaxed taking him inch by inch.

“That's a good girl”, he praises, “you’re doing so well for me.” 

Your knees squeeze together, acting to relieve some pressure on your aching heat. It had truly been a while since you got some serious action.

Surprisingly you’re able to make your way to the hilt of his cock, a choked gag sputtering from your lips.

A few strands of hair fall in your face, blocking your eyes in the process. Swiftly, Taehyung brushes the hair from your eyes while simultaneously lifting your head off of his cock. 

You release him with a satisfying pop, your eyes wide and makeup a little smudged. Taehyung coaches you through the next steps. “I want you to try and do that again, but when you come back up, lick the length of my cock and look at me while you do it.”

Humming in acknowledgment you grip the base of his cock before pausing. “Isn’t this what you like though? What if Hoseok likes to be touched in a different way?”

An unintentional growl bubbles out of his mouth. Oh how he wished he could take your mind off Hoseok and have you screaming his name, thinking about him instead.

He pushes down his discontentment with the other man on your mind, “men are simple creatures Y/N, just making out sometimes can get them going. And judging by the way you’re sucking my cock right now, I’m sure Hoseok will be crazy for you.”

As Taehyung explains the ins and outs of a man’s brain, you don’t make an effort to stop the teasing of his cock. His words sound slurred, they go in one ear and out the other, and besides the delicious length in front of you is much more fascinating.

For the time being you stare up at him, your eyes wide feigning interest in his words, all while you grip his cock in one hand and continuously lap at his tip with a kitten-like flick of your tongue. 

Taehyung finally realises that you’ve stopped listening when he feels the small yet downright sensual pleasure shooting through his cock. He grunts, pushing your hair back once again, “fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking good.”

His preoccupied hand squeezes the pillows beside him, the veins of his hands popping out. You do what he taught you, seductive eyes laser focused on him while your wicked tongue leaves a hot trail up the prominent vein on his dick.

“Shit Y/N you’re doing so well-”

You release him from your mouth disrupting his sentence, “can you fuck my throat?”

Taehyung swears his whole body just convulsed at your request. He looks away just so he can contain himself because holy shit.

Obviously Taehyung has thought about you being in this position, saying those words. Yet, no matter how many times he fantasizes this scenario, nothing would ever prepare him for those words to actually come out of your mouth with the most bewitching grin plastered on your pretty face.

He stutters, “I- no, I don’t know if you can take it darling.”

You grip his thighs, pout forming on those dangerous lips of yours, “please Tae, I want it. Want you to use me.”

Taehyung pushes the curls of his bangs away, a hiss steaming from his lips. “Alright, but if you feel any discomfort pinch my thigh, okay sweetheart?”

You’re impatient, “yeah, yeah, I can take your monster dick.” You place a small kiss on his thigh, “do your worst.”

His movements are all too fast, all too sudden. His fingers securing a death-grip on the mess of your hair before holding his cock up to your mouth. “You asked for it darling.”

Your mouth automatically widens, welcoming the rough intrusion of his cock as it slides all the way down your throat. A lewd gag fills the room.

A dark cloud of lust of dominance fogs Taehyung’s vision, his biceps flexing when he brings your head up and down his thick velvety length.

The room resounds with the filthy wet noises of your saliva covered lips pumping repeatedly. Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose, tilting his head against the cushions behind him. He keeps his hips still, yanking your hair at an obscene pace. A slew of curses and moans fly out into the air as he revels at the complete state of ecstasy you’ve put him under.

The heat of his member burns the back of your throat but you fucking love it. You open your teary eyes, gazing at his chiseled jaw and the way he shivers and groans above you. It only spurs you on when he glances back down, meeting your mascara ruined eyes.

It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. Taehyung harshly pushes your head all the way to the base of his cock. Your face is met with his abdomen, the hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose.

He leaves you there, and the burn in your throat rises, leaving you gagging, your throat tightening around him.

Taehyung believes after this he could never get the image of your messy docile eyes and tarnished lips out of his brain. He feels your throat constrict, “sh-shit, fuck Y/N, breathe through your nose.” You inhale. “That’s my good girl.”

He releases you from his member only to push your lips back onto him, going back to his beastly pace. “You look so fucking pathetic, you think Hoseok wants a messy girl like you?”

You gurgle around him, tears freely falling down your cheeks as you try to shake your head no. He only mumbles out a groan, his cock abruptly pulsing under your tongue like a steady heartbeat.

It's all too sudden when he releases your head off his length, a glob of drool dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. 

“Fuck sorry I was about to cum.”

Although your heart swells with pride you wonder, “why didn’t you?”

He runs a hand through his messy locks, “the purpose of this was to teach you, don’t you still want to practice?”

You’re smug with your answer, “I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”

He swipes a finger under your tear stained eyes, “getting cocky now are we.” 

You were cocky indeed, “well I did get you shaking under my touch didn’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, “get up you brat, I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Fucking finally.

You won’t lie, you were probably most excited to finally know what it feels like to receive head. Your mind is still fuzzy from Taehyung’s rough ministrations as you slowly get up. You wobble slightly and Taehyung is quick to stabilize you with two strong arms holding the curve of your hips in place.

With his arms already around you he pushes you towards the couch, kicking his jeans off in the process.

Back flat against his plush couch you’re already stripping off your sweatpants and panties together in one. “My, my aren’t you eager”, he teases, a glint of shamelessness twinkling in his brown orbs when he drinks up the plushness of your thighs leading to your dripping cunt.

Holding your knees in the palm on his hands, he spreads them open to reveal the glossy folds on your heat. He kisses his teeth, satisfaction and hunger clear on his face. “Fuck, isn’t this a pretty sight.”

His words bring back a blush on your cheeks, you pull him forward, your lips inches away from his own. “Shut up please.”

And he shuts you up real good. Smashing your lips to his, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss, your tongues dancing the devil's tango.

His hands are adventurous, feeling the mounds of your breasts over your shirt. “Why the fuck isn’t your shirt off yet huh?” He tuts, pulling on the cotton fabric.

“I want yours off too.” You cutely mumble tugging at the hem of his shirt, to which he complies, tugging it off in one fluid motion. 

You peel your baggy shirt off just in time to see Taehyung's arm flex as he takes his very own shirt off. “Have you been working out? My God Tae, you're as big as Joon.”

He inwardly smirks because yeah he’s been working out and it's clearly paying off. He doesn’t want to show his glee however, “can we not talk about other men when I’m about to eat you out.”

You chuckle, eyes trailing down his buff arms to his v-line that leads to his dick like an arrow directing you to his treasure. You bite your lip, unclipping your lace bralette, “sure, sure, let’s get the show on the road.”

It’s Taehyung turn to drink up the sight of your body. “Fuck, always imagined what these tits looked like under all those tight clothes you wear.”

He’s really feeding into your praise kink. “Well, were they what you expected?”

He sucks on one immediately and you arch your back at the unexpected pleasure. “Even better”, he squeezes them in his palms, “they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He sucks a deep hickey under your left breast, leaving you whimpering with a hand tangled in his hair. “Always imagined what you sounded like moaning for me.”

You can’t reply, his touches burning through your skin. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach until he’s hovering above your aching clit, a tantalising grin on his face before he’s diving in.

“Fuck!” You wail at the unfamiliar yet mesmerising feelings. His tongue is stiff and pointed, flicking quickly up and down your bundle of nerves. 

The grip you have on his hair is deathly but it's the only thing in your reach that can ground you. He licks a long stripe down your sopping slit, keeping his sharp eyes on you the whole time.

“F-feels so fucking good Tae!” You almost scream. He cups his lips around your swollen nub sucking on it with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You’re too dazed to comment on it, reeling in the new pleasures you’re experiencing. You stare down at him, your eyes half opened and so close to rolling to the back of your head.

However, they almost completely open wide at the sight presented before you. With two long fingers, Taehyung is shoving them in his mouth, soaking them with his spit before rubbing them onto your sensitive folds.

You beg. “Put them inside.. Please.” Taehyung doesn’t make a sound only kissing your clit as he plunges his ring decorated fingers into you.

You’re so wet his fingers slide into you with ease. He groans at the sensation, his view focused on the way your cunt greedily sucks him in.

“Look at you, getting my rings all dirty you filthy girl”, he scolds watching the way your essence drips into the crevices of his intricate jewellery. 

Taehyung increases the pace of his long fingers, finger fucking you into euphoria. He doesn’t stop there, his lips returning to your desperate clit in a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.

You can feel your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. It's hot and feels so unlike any other upcoming orgasm you’ve experienced. His fingers curl inside of you, his palm slapping your folds with his rapid pace and his lips don’t give any sign of stopping.

“Taehyung- Tae, I’m cumming!” You really scream this time, your orgasm taking control over your body like a demon. 

You swear your eyes black out, your body shaking, a warmth gushing out of your cunt as it spazzes out.

Your chest heaves and you blink, feeling a damp pool around you. Oh God, Did you piss yourself?

“Holy fuck Y/N, I can’t believe you just did that.”

You sit up, embarrassed, an apology falling from your lips.

“You just squirted on me.”

You’re flushed, “I- what?”

Taehyung almost looks akin to a wolf hunting down his prey. “That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, holy shit I’m so hard.”

Well at least you didn’t pee on his couch. There’s a surge of overwhelming need for his cock to be inside of you. You’ve never felt this way before, it’s scary but so is this whole experience. It’s definitely one for the books.

Getting up on your knees you hold onto his shoulders, Taehyung raises a brow. “Fuck, I need to ride you, can I ride you?”

You think you just saw his dick twitch at your words. He grins, “just for practice?”

Your smile is sickly sweet, “of course, just for practice.”

His arms are strong when he shuffles into a seated position all while holding your hips above his awaiting cock.

He pauses, a flash of his normal self resurfacing. “You’re on the pill yeah?”

You peck his lips, “yes, now stuff me full.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s sinking you down onto his length. 

You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being complete. The stretch hurts so bad but hurts so good. He fills you up so well it has you speechless, the air trapped inside your lungs refusing to be released until your walls are comfortable around his impressive girth.

Mumbling a soft curse, you swivel your hips in slow circles, getting used to his large size. Taehyung watches you, hunger written on his face as he licks his lips and examines the way you fit so perfectly on his lap.

You test the waters, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lift your hips and settle back onto his lap. He groans at the wet squelch it makes and slaps your ass, grabbing it in his hand to squeeze it.

You pick up the speed, pumping up and down, whimpering at how well he fills you up. You keep your gaze trained on the image of his dick disappearing in your heat and pulling out with a wet sheen.

Taehyung tucks a finger under your chin, bringing you close to his face to push his soft lips onto yours once again.

It’s weird to say, but you don’t think you can get tired of kissing your best friend. He knows exactly what you want and knows exactly how to make your head spin.

With his large hands of yours, you pick up the pace, slamming your ass onto his hips. You leave his lips, kissing the side of jaw and suckling a few lovebites behind his ear.

His voice is deep and sultry, “fuck yeah, that’s it.” You wail in his hold, pushing yourself to meet his thrusts below. Your thighs burn but the pleasure burns so much hotter.

You feel your second orgasm of the night rising within you and can tell Taehyung is close too. Taehyung assists you, using his thighs to push up into you. Your juices drip down onto his pelvis and both of your breaths get heavier.

His thrusts are fast and rough, creating loud slapping noises that echo around his empty apartment. He grunts, folding his head into the crook of your neck. He’s about to cum and so are you.

With one final gasp your release hits you like a truck. Your thigh shakes in his lap and Taehyung bites at the delicate skin of your neck. His warm seed shoots inside of you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

Taehyung releases his hold to lean back onto the couch. He keeps his softening cock inside of you, lazily staring at your fucked out expression.

You play with his rings, “well, how did I do?”

The shit-eating grin is back. “Hmmm, I think you may need more practice.”

[taechaos]

Silent Treatment

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you.

warnings: slight angst, drugs, arguing, dubcon, cunnilingus, mild degredation

word count: 4.2k

tags: @mwitsmejk @1-in-abillion @kooookie

a/n: the request (contains some spoilers). i'm gonna take a very short break from this couple to write other requests!! hope u enjoy 💗

The shift in the Spring weather is unpredictable. One moment it’s chilly, and the other sunny. Humans can only adapt so much, and it causes an outbreak of common colds. Most people recover easily, handy medicine soothing their sore throats, syrups suppressing coughs, and nose sprays ridding the blockage. You, on the other hand, are not that lucky. With a weak immune system, you’re very careful to not get sick, but there must have been a slip-up because you’ve somehow lost your voice after catching a cold.

You sniffle and cough, but you can’t speak. It’s advised to not exert your vocal cords in cases like these, and that is just so unfortunate for you. The last thing you’d ever want to do is spread your sickness to Jungkook, and that meant not getting too close to him; it meant no kissing. 

A very large white placard is spread out in front of you on the wooden table, and you’re plastering printed images of a specific global issue on it. You’re sitting on a bench with two of your friends as they chatter mindlessly while you work. Jungkook has a project about climate change due in a few days, and it’s supposed to be very important for his final grade. You’ve already written him a script for his presentation along with a stick prop to point at specific pictures. It’s fun, glittery and he’s going to love it. 

“Hey,” Minnie, your friend, calls for you, “we’re going to get some coffee from Starbucks. Want us to get you green tea?”

Soyeon laughs when your eyes light up; it’s your favorite beverage, and it’s supposed to help with your sore throat. They leave with a smile after you give them a hyper nod and you’re alone as you adjust your woolen scarf around your neck. You need to heal as fast as you can so you’re no longer missing your beloved’s affection.

Jungkook has been feeling more inclined to approach you without reason lately, but that doesn’t mean it’s a common occurrence. Getting teased by his friend, specifically Taehyung, about having a sissy crush on a girl like yourself angered him to no end. A hit always got him to shut up, but not for long. He’s walking your way today because there’s no one around to judge him for talking to you. 

You’re tearing a double-sided tape when he sits on your table, carefully avoiding your materials. Your breath hitches as his eyes gloss over your work in progress. “Working hard, I see,” he comments with disinterest. He doesn’t say anything about your efforts, but he’s impressed. The corner of his lip tugs upwards before he leans in for a kiss. You have enough self-control and concern for his well-being over your desires to lean back before your lips make contact. His face is close to yours as he pauses and slightly frowns before trying again. He receives the same results and finally pulls back. 

“You did well,” he frowns at you and speaks as if you’re a child, “I’m praising you.” Your eyes are darting back and forth awkwardly and you don’t know what to do other than sit in silence. You put your hands on his knees as a resort and his frown deepens as he watches you. “I can take a hint, you know. You don’t have to fucking ignore me.” He roughly shoves your hands and stands up before storming off with a scoff. You’re torn between following him and being responsible over your belongings. You can’t let his grades go to waste because of a small misunderstanding, so you decide to text him instead. There’s always a possibility someone might steal his project. Or maybe after he’s cooled off? You delay the message, but somewhere in your heart, you’re satisfied by his reaction because it’s clear that he wanted to kiss you.

Heavy footsteps clomp against the sidewalk before Jungkook slumps on the seat next to Taehyung. It’s an isolated area for smoking students at the back of the campus, and his friend group is no exception to this role. They’re taking drags of cigarettes individually as Jungkook glares at his boots. They’re chunky and a bold black, and his dark outfit paints him as the big bad wolf. It fits, because he’s ready to attack when he’s filled with so much resentment. Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you. It doesn’t make sense, but you also grimaced at him, but then why were you doing his homework? He’s feeling frustrated, and upset all the same.

“Someone’s troubled,” Seokjin points out with a mouthful of smoke. “Kookie?”

Said boy only grunts in response.

“Did the lousy girl finally see you for who you really are and leave you?” Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to mock him with a pout. “Tragic.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tae,” Jungkook spits and sends him a death glare, fire flaming in his fierce eyes. “Go actually talk to a girl or something, and leave me alone. I can’t take your shit right now.”

The low blow doesn’t affect Taehyung in the slightest as he holds up his hands in defence with comically wide eyes. “Relax, tiger.”

“Moving on from Tae’s inability to talk to girls in broad daylight, what’s up with you Kook?” Namjoon butts in, earning a fake cough from the receiving end of the insult.

He pauses for a moment before babbling, “I hate those bitches. My mother for one, couldn’t stand wearing clothes whenever she saw a dude. Moving on from guy to guy, unless they’re a fucking asshole. What do they want? Why are they never fucking satisfied?!”

A moment of silence passes among the huddled friends before Yoongi breaks it with a joke, “Who’s the lucky girl?” It doesn’t land as Jungkook deeply sighs in response. “Did she cheat on you?” he tries again.

“No,” he murmurs.

“Then…?”

“She… I don’t fucking know, she gave me the silent treatment. She leaned away from me too,” he shakes his head with a quiet groan, “it just doesn’t add up. I got mad and left.”

“No way that could’ve ended up badly,” Taehyung chuckles but purses his lips when he’s sent another dirty look.  “How long was the interaction anyway?” 

“Like 30 seconds.”

“Are you coming out tonight?” Yoongi asks and puts out the burning tip of his stick. “Could help you feel better.”

“And we’ve got molly,” Namjoon adds.

“Yeah, fine, whatever.”

Alcohol’s effect on a person differs in moods, and Jungkook is usually a horny drunk. Being a sad drunk is a first for him tonight, but he’s just so confused. It made his heart drop when you outwardly refused his advances and anxiety blossomed in his chest, which he has no idea how to deal with. It kicked in fight or flight instincts, and he just… hated the idea of you not loving him, even if it’s momentary. He can’t bear staying in a situation that makes him feel so insecure, and that feeling is supposed to be left in his childhood. You just about brought out the worst in him without doing anything. 

You didn’t do anything.

It’s 10PM and he’s waiting on your usual good night text that he never responds to. It’s so pathetic, and he hates himself for being so used to your affection that it worries him when he’s deprived of it. He’s never doubted your love for him, but his insecurities are churning his gut. It’s an overflow of all of his pent-up emotions, and he can’t handle it.

“Here,” Taehyung pops in out of nowhere, clutching a pill in his hand. There’s a bottle of water in the other as he holds them out for Jungkook to take. “Stop moping and get laid.”

“I’d say the same to you, but you’d probably start crying during sex,” he mumbles and uncaps the bottle before throwing in the pill and washing it down with the water. “Thanks.”

“See that girl over there?” he ignores him and steps behind his miserable friend to point at the owner of the sultry gaze directed at Jungkook from the bar. “She wants to fuck you. Or maybe me, but I’m passing her onto you.”

“How kind of you,” he sarcastically replies.

“Uh-uh, so you’re gonna be in ecstasy in about 10 minutes. Don’t fuck this up.” He slaps his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen. It’s a lonesome party because not a lot of people are allowed in when drugs are involved. Causing a ruckus, receiving a noise complaint and then getting arrested is out of the question. 

He isn’t interested in sex with a stranger - not today at least -, but he hopes for it to change as he waits to approach her. Maybe drugs will rile him up enough to have fun with someone else and rid his mind of you. It’s an annoying itch on his brain, so he rests his head against the couch to comfort himself with the soft fabric. He’s sleepy from the beer he drank earlier, and he doesn’t know how time goes by so fast when he closes his eyes.

A few minutes must have passed, because he’s starting to feel dizzy in his seat. A smile carves on his face as his mind grows slightly fogged, and he opens his eyes to find the girl quietly chatting with a friend. When she glances at him, he beckons her to come over. She mouths a “be right back” to her friend before strutting in his direction.

“Hey,” she smiles down at him before sitting on the couch. She’s aristocratic, chic and pretty. “Sorry if I weirded you out earlier.” Her voice is sweet like honey, and her words flow out of her tongue so naturally. A dream girl, really, and Jungkook is starting to get horny.

“I don’t mind,” he reassures with a subtle seductive tone, “what’s a girl like you doing with this crowd? You look too innocent.” He wraps a finger around a strand of her hair and twirls it. It feels strange.

“My friend sent me here, told me to watch over someone,” she lowly speaks. “I’m Soyeon.”

“Nice to meet you, Soyeon,” he breathes before crashing her lips with his. His hand reaches down to grip her thigh, tongue poking out to swipe the sticky gloss. It’s flavored, and it tastes of strawberry. When she kisses him back so slowly, innocently, it turns him on so much. His pants feel tight around his crotch as he runs another hand through her soft hair. Compared to him, she’s passionate whereas he’s sloppy. He’s starting to get dizzier, and it feels so fucking good, but he hates it.

There is not a single reason for him to not enjoy this, not when his mood is lifting so high. The hand on her thigh lands on her cleavage instead and she’s so submissive and shy, but something’s off. He groans into her mouth before biting her lip, ripping a whine out of her. Why does she sound so sexy and annoying?  

He pulls away from her before sighing in irritation. “Fuck, I can’t do this.” 

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks worriedly.

“No, just, fuck.” He starts laughing before rubbing his palms on his eyes, “I really want to fuck, but I just can’t.”

“We can just chat,” she softly suggests. “What’s your name?”

“Jungkook.”

He removes his hands from his face when she goes silent. Her eyes are wide and she’s gaping at him… guiltily? “Crap,” she hisses quietly, “I was supposed to make sure you were okay. My roommate is like, super in love with you and asked me to come here.”

He says your name in a question, wondering if it’s you. When she nods, he asks for your dorm instantly.

“She’s in room 124… Why?”

When he stands up, there’s a sway in his posture but he recovers quickly. There’s an involuntary grin on his face as he thanks her ignorantly. He’s out of the villa in a rush, and he has the overwhelming urge to just run. The campus is a bit far away from the house, but he doesn’t care as his footfalls echo in the dark streets. He has so much energy to waste, and with his current stamina, he’s confident he’ll find you before dawn. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and he doesn’t care for catching his breath as the corner stores pass by him in a blur. 

Throughout the two hours of his reckless jog, where he mixed up directions multiple times, his mind is starting to clear up little by little. He’s happy because of what Soyeon told him, and he feels relieved upon seeing the familiar college building. He’s not allowed in dorms at this time, but he’s done this too many times to get caught. Except he was drunk in those instances, and being on MDMA was different. Sneaking past security was tough because he couldn’t bring himself to tiptoe without making so much noise. When they glanced at him, he thought it to be the only choice to just run past them. He’s in the elevator by the time they catch on, and the numbers look wonky in his eyes but he presses the button for the right floor. 

He’s shifting his weight repeatedly in an attempt to contain his excitement; he wants to see you so bad. The moment he hears the ding of the elevator, he’s running past the halls and stops upon seeing 124. He has to squint, but he knows this is your dorm. 

You wake up with a silent gasp when there’s a pound on the door. You clutch your sheets in fear until someone starts to sing your name. “Jungkook?” you mouth to yourself. You stand up and look through the peephole and there’s a man on the other side who’s bouncing on his feet impatiently.

“Open up,” he sings loudly. You’re worried when you swing the door open and yank him inside so he doesn’t wake up any other students. You try to talk but only a wheeze comes out, so you switch on the light to see him instead. The brightness hurts your eyes as you close them for a few seconds. “Well, well, well, look who we have here…”

He starts to circle around you slowly and stumbles behind you. “Sending people to spy on me after rejecting me like that.” His words are slightly slurred and you turn around to face him with a pout. You point at your throat to give him a hint, but his eyes don’t waver from your pleading ones. “What are your intentions, huh?” he weakly pushes you, “Sending me mixed signals. Who- who do you think you are?”

You hold his hands and place them on your neck, trying to communicate with him by mouthing, “I’m sick,” but he only chuckles. He seems sickeningly joyous, but he’s not over his anger. “Still not going to talk to me? What did I even do?”

You deeply inhale from your nose because he’s not paying attention to you. You’re frustrated with yourself until he yells, “WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?” The surge of serotonin, his state of euphoria is crashing down on him the more you ignore him. He had believed the drug would only make him happy, but it intensified his sadness and anxiety just as much when he saw you. It helped him forget you in a social circle, but you confused him so much after he was reassured for so long - coupled with your silence, he’s raging.

“Why are you ignoring me?! What did I do that was so bad that you can’t bear talking to me anymore? You told me you loved me, please,” he chokes and tries to swallow the lump in his throat. “I-I’ll make it up to you, I’m so sad right now. Just say something…”

You’re watching him in shock and a hint of fear from his fluctuating mood. You want to cry at how pitiful he looks, but instead you aim to grab a piece of paper from your bedside table. He misreads your actions and pushes you against the wall. “Stop this. Stop!” He has your arms pinned and he’s trying so hard to intimidate you so you give in. A dry sob leaves you because he's going mad, but then he has a sudden epiphany. “Maybe you’ll love me again if I fuck you hard enough and engrave it in your brain that you’re mine. Yes, yes!”

He starts unbuckling his belt and you immediately try to stop him; he’ll get sick! He shoves you again and pulls down his jeans before mashing his mouth against yours. All of your efforts have gone to waste when his tongue forces its way down your throat. There’s no point to denying him now, so you hesitantly kiss him back. You’re so guilty, and he’s so careless as he roughly pushes his hand down your white cotton shorts. You’re wearing a navy blue sweater to match so you don’t get cold in the night, but the shorts are meant to prevent a fever. What’s the point now, then? He hasn’t even read your texts that you only remembered to send before sleeping. He missed a whole paragraph of your explanation and confronted you so angrily.

“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he growls against your lips, “then you’ll remember how much you love me.” Your moans are quiet and hitched as he presses down on your clit through your panties. His other hand is on his cock as he strokes it eagerly, ready to get inside you. “I missed you so fucking much in one day,” he whispers in a croak. Hearing it makes you feel even warmer inside as you nudge his hand to urge him to enter you. “You missed me too, huh?” he takes notice of your neediness. “Shouldn’t have fucking brought it upon yourself then.”

He removes his hand from your shorts and taps your thighs before demanding, “Jump.” You bite your lip in consideration until he taps them harder and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. Your shorts are relatively short, resembling loose boxers, so when your back is pressed against the wall he only pushes them and your underwear to the side before thrusting into you. A scream gets caught in your throat, and you forget all about your aches as he roughly fucks into you without caring for protection or lube. It stings only slightly, but the pleasure in feeling so full of him outweighs the pain.

Jungkook is moaning and groaning as he bruises your thighs in his hold. Your panting is all he can catch, and though the feeling of you is an amplified sensation because of the drug coursing in his system, he wants to hear you chant his name as well. “Still quiet?” he tuts and carries you to your narrow bed and you cling onto his shoulder while trying to catch your breath after the sudden attack. “Your cunt is throbbing though,” he says as he pulls out of you and drops you on the bed. He manhandles you by flipping you on your stomach and holds up your ass. He finally takes off your bottom clothing, but he’s slightly dizzy as he yanks them off your ankles. He spreads your thighs apart and you’re on your knees with your head against the mattress. “I wonder why that is,” he says before slapping your pussy, making you whimper quietly. “So wet, yet you don’t even make a sound. Some whore you are.” You purse your lips and muster a whine, but it’s interrupted when he pistons his cock inside you without warning. Your sounds are hoarse as he pounds into you from the back, hands kneading your ass to the shape of his hands. He gives it a spank as he moans loudly; the new position makes it feel so much more intense, and Jungkook loves it. His ears finally get to hear your pathetic mewls as he thrusts so deeply inside you that your vision blurs with tears and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You feel like a doll that can’t speak or move, and he’s evidently enjoying it going by his rushed pace. You’re challenging him with your silence, and he loves proving himself.

All of a sudden however, he stops moving. You look behind you with a pout and he quirks a brow at you. You grit your teeth because you know he's waiting for you to tell him to continue, or rather daring you to do something. A sudden surge of confidence overcomes you and you gently slam your hips against his, fucking yourself on his cock with your eyes screwed shut.

“Yes, baby,” he strains, “show me that you're still my good girl.” At his encouragement, you meet his thrusts faster and you're seeing stars at how amazing it feels. You want to be his good girl so bad, and you arch your back to savour the pleasure. “Your pussy is mine, all mine,” he affirms to himself and stills your hips to turn you around without removing his length. His fingers are digging into your flesh and your tits bounce under the fabric as he rams into you restlessly. Your mouth is open in a silent scream and he can barely make out your pupils, the whites of your eyes stirring his climax at how attractive you look under the poor lighting. “I love you so fucking much,” he cries, “say it back, baby.”

You try to, but you can only dryly cough. “You fucking bitch,” he hisses at your defiance and pulls out of you to pump his length. He’s close to his release, and he pushes up your sweater to see your hard nipples that make him salivate. He crawls to slide his cock between the valley of your breasts and it hurts when he harshly pushes them together. “Stick out your tongue,” he commands in a whisper, and you do so while panting like a dog. Every time he thrusts upwards, the tip of his head grazes your tongue and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. He’s massaging your tits as he stutters between whines, and eventually his load spurts out to land on your chest and cheek with a particularly loud groan. His cum surges down his shaft as he rides out his high with the last slow thrusts. 

“Oh fuck,” he sighs airily and collapses next to you in the tiny space available. You clumsily turn on your side to give him more room and he pecks your swollen lips. He zips his pants back up and you’re still naked from the waist down. You’re staring at each other adoringly in the romantic, fragile atmosphere; another first.

“I love you,” you croak finally. It’s quieter than a whisper, and it makes you cringe at how hideous you sound; it’s painful as well.

His face lights up once he registers your words before noticing the tone. “What happened to your voice?”

“Sick.” You can’t bring yourself to say anything more as you snuggle into his side and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Shit,” he murmurs, “why didn’t you tell me that sooner, idiot?”

You slap a hand on his front pocket where his phone is, and he hastily takes it out to see a bunch of notifications from you. “You sent it at night, you’re still the idiot.” You giggle and roll your eyes. “A promise is a promise, though,” he purrs before cupping your bare heat. “I did say I would fuck you all night.” You widen your eyes when his head lowers down to face your sopping wet cunt, and he slowly licks up a stripe over your soaked folds, making you shudder and grip his hair. He’s leaving kitty licks all over your sensitivity, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing against your clit every now and then. Your hips lift involuntarily, and he finally takes your clit in his mouth and sucks on it loudly. He slurps your arousal before spitting it back on your hood, and you can only squeak in response. Your hazed mind only tells you that you want more, and he doesn’t fail to provide.

Two fingers enter your clenching hole, and he’s scissoring your walls as he messily eats you out. The pleasure from earlier returns all too soon and you know you won’t be able to last long. His lids are hooded when you glance down at him and the way he’s looking at you makes it even harder to resist your orgasm. The knot in your stomach picks back up right before unraveling and your moan is raspy as you start twitching under his relentless mouth. He grows gentle and leaves kisses all over your vulva until your body falls limp on the sheets.

After another round of penetrative sex, the two of you fall asleep from exhaustion in your bed. It’s a first for the both of you, and Jungkook decides in his drunken mind that tonight won’t be the last. It feels so intimate when he cuddles you, and you won’t ever forget his love confession.

The next morning is not so pleasant however, as Jungkook wakes up with a loud sneeze and in his now nasal voice says, “God fucking damn it.”

[writethelifeyouwant]

Always With The Scissors

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader / Dean Winchester x Reader / Sam x Dean Rating: 18+ Tags: sloppy seconds, voyeurism, angst, objectification of women, slut shaming, dirty talk, cum play, pining!Dean Word Count: 2.9k  Created for: @spnkinkbingo​ - Objectification | @negans-lucille-tblr​ - Man Crush Monday: Sam and Dean / Two for Tuesdays: Smangst / Sinful Sunday: Sloppy Seconds  A/N: Super big congratulations of 7,000 followers!! You deserve every single one and many many more ❤️

Dean has a very specific kink. He knows it makes him sound a little creepy... okay, a lot creepy – okay, he is actually a full-on creep – but he never cums harder than he does when he's inside a girl his little brother's just fucked. And it’s not that his brother has awesome taste in girls and Dean is just jealous and wants in on the fun too. It’s not even that he has a big kink for sloppy seconds. It had never appealed to him before they started playing this sick sort of game they’ve been playing since Sam decided he was over Jess enough to start sleeping around again (he knew Sam was nowhere near ready for another relationship).

Dean remembers eyeing up a petite little thing at the bar once and then noticing Sam checking her out not too long after. Ever the gracious big brother, and not creepily concerned with Sam’s sex life, Dean figured he’d bow out and let Sam take the swing at this one — but then Sam caught Dean looking at her too, and tried to back down to let Dean have at it. Dean couldn’t have that. So he suggested the ploy that got them where they are now, they play Rock Paper Scissors for the chance to shoot their shot; Dean always loses Rock Paper Scissors.

The part of the night they hadn’t anticipated was the girl they’d been ogling spotting them playing a game for the chance to fuck her, and suggesting that they don’t need to choose, they can just take turns. That had been the game changer.

Listening to Sam fuck her stupid through the wall of the motel room is seriously hot, and Dean has to fight to keep his hand out of his pants the whole time he sits waiting, hearing Sam grunt out filth that he never imagined he’d hear from his little brother’s mouth. And when Sam lopes back through the adjoining door between their rooms with sex ruffled hair and a smirk, with a quick aside of ‘She’s all yours’ before he ducks into the bathroom for a shower, Dean swears he feels his knees go weak.

Quick as he can, he makes his way into the ‘sex room’ as he decided to call it in his head, and found the girl laying in the centre of the bed, legs draped open, playing with the cum leaking out of her pussy. Dean has to grab himself through his jeans, scared he’ll come on the spot if he doesn’t cut himself off.

“You gonna fuck me or what, big boy?” The girl leers at him, and Dean strips down like he’s being timed and slots himself between her thighs and pushes home in one go. He finishes embarrassingly quickly, with Sam’s cum sloshing around his dick and leaking into his mouth where the girl had painted it on like lip gloss. He devours every drop.

Dean catches Sam’s eye from across the bar and nods towards the girl he’s picked out as a target. It’s a college bar, so Sam does the approach, seeing as he's the one who looks like he could still fit in here. Dean drops himself in a chair and watches Sam work, proudly — he’s the one who taught the kind everything he knows after all. He watches as Sam charms her easily, gets her a drink, asks if she wants to come sit down and motions to the table Dean’s sitting at.

“Dean, this is Y/N,” Sam introduces her, smoothly pulling out a chair for her and pushing it back to the table — a true gentleman. “Y/N, this is my brother, Dean.”

“Hey there,” Y/N smiles at him easily, and Dean can tell they’ve picked someone up for a good time.

“Hey yourself, sweetheart,” Dean gives her a wink and leans in closer. “So, Sammy tell you how we’re hoping this night’s gonna go?”

“He did,” Y/N nods and shoots a smirk at Sam, who reciprocates, and Dean feels his guts churning. “Said the back seat of your car was real comfy too,” she grins mischievously.

“Sam even puts a blanket down most of the time, real class act,” Dean laughs, gulping down more of his drink.

“Wow,” Y/N is sarcastically amazed, “you fellas know how to treat a lady right,” she sounds bitter but Dean can tell she’s joking. She wouldn’t have followed Sam over here in the first place if she wasn’t.

“We try our best,” Sam grins at her charmingly, and Dean can see Y/N melt a little looking at his baby bro’s eyes — he can’t blame her.

Several drinks later, Y/N starts getting handsy with both of them, and Sam suggests they think about moving their little party of three outside. They show Y/N out to the car, Dean opens the back door with a flourish and she slides gracefully inside, glancing back out with a hungry look in her eyes. “So, who’s joining me?” she flutters her lashes seductively, like we need any convincing, Dean thinks to himself.

“Sammy,” Dean grunts, making a ‘come here’ motion with his hands and then holding one out flat and the other on top in a fist in preparation. Sam sidles over to Dean, gait smug, like he already knows he’s gonna win and get first crack at Y/N — which of course he is, because that’s how Dean likes it. He holds up his hands in a mirror of Dean’s, and eyes not leaving each others’ they both beat their fists against their palms. 1, 2, 3.

“Ooh,” Sam hisses in mock sympathy when they look down and see Sam’s ‘rock’ beats Dean’s ‘scissors’. “Always with the scissors, Dean,” Sam gives him a condescending pat on the shoulder, like he doesn’t know what Dean’s doing, and maybe he doesn’t, Dean thinks. Maybe Sam truly doesn’t realise how fucked up I am.

Dean turns to head back into the bar as Sam slides himself into the backseat next to Y/N, but he stops in his tracks when she calls out the window — “Sure you don’t wanna watch, handsome?” Dean freezes, the possibility of actually getting to see Sam fuck this girl, not just imagine it, is more intoxicating than the drinks he’s downed tonight. To actually see Sam, stripped and vulnerable, losing himself inside some cunt… Dean had never even considered that as a possibility before, but now that the thought is in his mind he needs it, craves it. He spins on his heel, looking back at Sam, inwardly praying that his little brother will be gracious enough to grant him this one thing.

“I don’t mind,” Sam smirks, eyes darting back to Y/N and raking down her body. “If she wants you to watch her get used like a little fucktoy, she can have that.” Dean is back by the car in a heartbeat. Sam pulls the back door shut as Y/N climbs on his lap and starts kissing him, while Dean checks around furtively and slides into the front.

Y/N moans start to fill the small space of the car’s interior as she grinds enthusiastically down onto Sam. Dean watches Sam run his hands down her back and up under the hem of her skirt.  He wishes Sam would take her skirt off so he could see Sam’s hands on her ass, see his  fingers tearing into the lace panties that Dean had gotten a glimpse of when she slid into the backseat earlier on. They pull apart and Y/N pushes Sam’s shirt up and over his head, messing up his hair, before she runs her fingers through it and holds on tight, earning a pleased groan from Sam. Dean catalogues that knowledge for later use – not that he thinks he’ll be in a position to test it out on Sam, but it will be a nice detail to add to his tragic imaginary Sam, the one that knows how sick he is and doesn’t care.

Sam’s hands sneak up the back of Y/N’s top and Dean watches as he removes her bra with practiced ease, and he nods to himself – respect. Sam must be feeling her up now because his arms have disappeared to her front and she’s letting out some pretty little whimpers and arching into his chest. Y/N pulls her top off, then reaches for Sam’s jeans, undoing the belt, button and zip quick as she can. Sam pushes her off him and she sprawls to the side, facing Dean now, and her eyes seek him out.

Her chest is heaving, her breasts shuddering with each rise and fall of her chest, and Dean spends a moment taking in her body, appreciating the curves, before he notices her hands have snuck beneath her skirt and she’s clearly touching herself while she watches him. Dean flushes, reaching down to adjust himself in his jeans. “Enjoying the show?” she winks at him, and Dean nods wordlessly.

“Get back over here, and let’s give him a real show,” Sam grabs Y/N and drags her back onto his lap, still facing Dean. She straddles him and rubs herself over his crotch. Sam snakes his arms around her waist and pulls up the front of her skirt, so Dean can see Sam’s cock thrusting between her thighs, against the glistening satin and lace panties she’s wearing. Dean feels his dick leap in his jeans, and he reaches down to adjust himself again before he decides to just give in and let down his zip, pushing his hand inside his boxers to fist himself out of the material. “Wanna see me fuck her?” Sam grunts, eyes flicking up to catch Dean staring at their grinding hips.

Dean feels his cock leak across his fingers at Sam’s words. “Fuck yes,” he groans, stroking himself harder. “Fucking give it to ‘er Sammy.”

“Want me to give it to you sweetheart?” Sam breathes against Y/N’s neck, tucking her hair tenderly behind her ear and nipping at her earlobe. She squeezes her eyes shut and whimpers, Sam’s way with words clearly affecting her. “Gonna be a good little slut and take my cock? Let me use you up and then hand you over to my brother to finish you off?”

“Fuck, Sam please, please, just use me,” she pulls her panties to the side and tries to get Sam to slip inside her but she can’t quite find the angle, and she whines, desperate and frustrated.

“Wow, for someone who just wants to be a set of holes you sure are needy,” Sam growls and gets his cock in the right place and pulls her down his shaft slowly. “Thought you told me inside you’d let me do whatever I want to you, and you wouldn’t put up a fuss?”

“Just fucking fuck me already, please Sam,” Y/N is begging, grinding down onto Sam’s cock like a whore.  

Sam finally stops teasing her and follows through on his promise to use her. One of his hands comes up to wrap around her throat while he uses his other arm to keep her body pressed close against his, and he punches his hips into her hard, without abandon. Dean nearly chokes every time he catches a glimpse of Sam’s cock, bare and shiny with her slick, before he pushes back into her. It’s better than he could have imagined, watching Sam actually rail into a pussy instead of just hearing it through some flimsy drywall. It’s much easier to picture what Sam would look like fucking into him now that he’s seeing this.

“She feel good Sammy?” Dean is horrified to hear how strained his voice is when he speaks. He sounds like a goddamn girl with how fucking breathy he is.

“Uh huh,” Sam fucks into her quicker, like Dean’s question has spurred him on. “So wet, can feel her soaking into my thighs,” he moans. Dean refuses to let out the whimper that’s trying to escape his throat. “Gonna be even wetter for you,” Sam continues, leering up at Dean through his lashes, chin looped over Y/N’s shoulder. “She’s gonna be all messy when I’m done with her. But you like ‘em like that dontcha? Like ‘em strung out and used up?”

“Fuck,” Dean does almost whimper.

“Oh god,” Y/N whines, dropping her hips down in earnest against every one of Sam’s thrusts, and she snakes a hand down her front to start rubbing over her clit.

“Oh you wanna cum, do you? Think you earned that yet?” Sam bites against Y/N’s neck and bats her hand away from her core. “I think you’re gonna have to do a bit more before you get to cum. Gotta let me cum in you first, huh? Then you’re gonna be a good little cocksleeve for my big brother to get off in, and then, maybe, if you’ve been a good girl, we’ll make you cum.”

“Fucking hell,” she moans heavily, dropping her head back onto Sam’s shoulder. “C’mon then fuck me, want your cum inside me, please,” she whines, voice piercing in the small space.

“Yeah, that’s what Dean wants too,” Sam smirks, but he’s not looking at Dean now, he’s got his eyes closed tight and his head buried against Y/N’s shoulder. Dean thanks fuck for that, because when he heard Sam say that he knows Dean wants him to cum inside Y/N, Dean thought he was going to die of embarrasment. Obviously he wanted that, and in the back of his mind he knew Sam must know that he likes fucking the girls second, but they’d never talked about it. What did Sam think about the fact that Dean got off on fucking his little brother’s cum back into whatever warm body they’d picked out that day? He must be okay with it because they keep doing it.

Dean’s existential crisis is cut short when he hears the tell tale gasp and cut off whine that means Sam is cumming, and he looks up just in time to catch the  pure fucking bliss on his little brother’s face. His eyes flick down to where Sam and Y/N are joined and he watches, mesmerised, as Sam pulls out, his cock laced with the white of his release.

“Open your mouth, bitch,” Sam grunts, and shoves Y/N off his lap and onto her hands and knees so she can suck the cum back off his cock. Dean’s breath catches in his throat, desperately hoping she doesn’t swallow.

When she pulls off of Sam with a wet sound her mouth stays open and Dean can see the cum slipping from her lips. He reaches over the seat impulsively and grabs her hair, yanking her towards him and slamming their mouths together. Dean sucks her tongue into his mouth like he wants to bite it off, and he can’t keep in the moan that bubbles up from his chest when he tastes the bitter edge of Sam’s spunk on his tongue.

“C’mere,” Dean grunts against Y/N’s lips, dragging her over the top of the seat. It’s not graceful, it’s not attractive or sexy, it’s born of the intense desperation Dean has to feel something hot and wet around his dick, and when he pushes into Y/N’s cunt he knows he’s not going to win any records for stamina tonight. She’s tight, but it’s an easy fuck because she’s so so wet. Dean can feel Sam’s cum squeezing out of her every time he fucks in, pushing the creamy liquid out around his dick and grinding it into his jeans. They’re going to be ruined but he doesn’t give a fuck because this feeling is always worth it.

Y/N’s head is buried in the crook of his neck and Dean’s forehead is smashed into her shoulder as they cling to each other. Dean jumps when he feels hands on his shoulders, because the fingers are facing the wrong way for them to be hers – they’re Sam’s. He leans across Dean to kiss Y/N roughly, then yanks her head back by her hair, holding her out in front of Dean so they can watch her tits bounce while Dean fucks into her mercilessly.

“What d’ya think Dean, do we let her cum?” Y/N whines at the words and Dean can hear Sam smirking. “You’re gonna cum anyways aren’t you, you fucking slut. Gonna squeeze his cock real good for me? That’ll make you a real fuckin’ whore won’t it, going home with two guys’ loads in that pussy, huh?”

Sam’s taunts are cruel and mocking and fucking hot and Dean has never had to listen to Sam’s dirty talk while he was actually fucking something and he can’t handle it. He stills inside Y/N, gasping as he pumps his release inside her, mixes it up with Sam’s. Y/N is shaking around him and Dean thinks she must have cum too but honestly he’s so far gone he can’t even tell.

When Y/N climbs back over the seat to find her clothes, Dean stays put, still trying to catch his breath. He hears Sam open the door and walk her out, back to the bar. He shakes himself from his reverie and rushes to tuck himself back into his boxers. His jeans feel sticky, and they probably are ruined but he still doesn’t care. It was absolutely worth it.

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[frosted-night]

Jack Frost Designs Review

Yes it’s finally his time. This is going to include his book designs including previous incarnations in said books. There are more movie concept designs than book so, let’s dig in shall we?

This was in fact the first ever Jack Joyce designed while he came up with The Guardians Of Childhood. He even comes with his own backstory! (Which was cut. Sorry Joyce posts walls of text so it’s a girthy read.)

So instead of a young mischievous trickster, we got a much more depressing story of Jack. (Jack by default is sad obviously) but this one... It kind of hits differently and almost reminds me of the story he crafted for Pitch. A dad who tried to defend his family but through tragic events was ripped from them and changed completely. Design wise, he’s a lot more tree than snow. There doesn’t exist a colored version of this so we’ll never know if he sported winter and dull dead leaf colors rather than grassy greens.This Jack has a weird presence to him, I can’t put my finger on it. Rating: 6/10 He’s really neat! Just a little too Autumn feeling rather than a blend of both Autumn and Winter.

Nightlight feels like the baby evolution if Jack was a pokemon and that's what I’m gonna stick with. Below is a more recent version of him colored.

In all honesty that one is easier on the eyes proportion wise because sometimes Joyce has ‘interesting’ anatomy choices but we aint going into that today. It’s interesting how his hair somehow looks shorter and longer than Jack’s at the same time. Could be because the longer strands float seamlessly but star boy hair physics what can ya do. It’s a little hard to tell what is his skin and what is his armor, so that is a casuality in making a character only have one or two colors in their color scheme. I love other artist’s depictions of Nightlight but the canon one feels a little weak color wise. Rating: 5/10 Sorry, get some better LEDs and then come back.

Here we have a book Jack but I can’t entirely recall if this was used in the books or not. I digress. This design looks like him still wearing very Nightlight-esque armor/clothing and slowly growing into his new persona as Jack Frost. The intricacies are hard to make out but we’ll work with it. This one is very interesting to me because he very much looks like an older teen close to young adult. His hair looks very fluffy too. Not many complaints about this one but not much praise either.

Rating: 6/10 Not great but doesn’t stand out that much.

Remember when I said Joyce had ‘interesting’ anatomy decisions? Jack looks like he has half a head here and it bothers me GREATLY. This is the adult Jack design he went with. Supposedly he likes the opera and he sure looks it. This! Exists!! Kind of wish it didn’t. The outfit is nice but it just doesn’t fit Jack as a whole. This just screams to me that it’s someone else with a similar-ish hairstyle.

Rating: 3/10 Guess he’d be the...Phantom Of The Opera. (I’ll go home and so should he.)

And finally the final Jack. This is the one that almost exactly resembles the Jack we got in the movies(Probably because it was made after the movie but w/e) but just add a cape on him. I can’t really tell if hes got a hoodie and a cape, or just a cloak+hood on top of a sweatshirt. It isn’t too important because my thoughts on this one are obvious. Rating: 10/10 Edna Mode would have a field day with you boy.

MOVIE DESIGN TIME

Joyce claims this is a design he drafted when Leonardo DiCaprio was considered to voice Jack and I can kind of see that with how his face is drawn here. This Jack looks a lot more like a warrior and less of that trickster look. I can’t say I’m a fan of the weird antenna his hood has but his sword is really cool looking.

Rating: 4/10 Nice bow and sword but it can’t save your fashion choices.

This looks like a lanky 11-13 year old who would put rocks or slugs in my shoes and relish in my disgust. He has the exact look of a snot nose kid and I’m unsure how to feel about it.

His various hairstyles drafted here sort of make him softer looking or just more of a snot nose, no in between. Maybe even an Anime Protagonist.

The top right one almost looks like Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon if you squint. It’ll be a little hard to rate them all as one individual but why not.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate them but they aren’t my cup of tea.

AH- IS THAT A FUCKIN GREMLIN?

Oh wait no it isn’t he looks like a 10 year old. Whatever don’t feed him after midnight. The staff’s design of not being shaped like a G is an interesting tidbit but the whole design looks like he’s really young or like a troll etc. This Jack looks like he thinks girls have cooties uses outdated slang.

Rating: 4/10 This is me being generous.

It honestly looks like he hiked his pants up all the way to his chest. A late teen with horrid fashion choices once again. Not many other thoughts here.

Rating: 2/10 Get a sweater on or something.

This is one is very interesting looking to me. His clothes looked a lot more leather based and very human-like. The tatters, tears and frays all make him look like he was a victim of an accident that never changed his clothes. It makes me wonder if this Jack had the same death as the final movie Jack or something else entirely. Either way, this one looks like hes a mid to late teen which really adds to my intrigue.

This was another image that greatly resembled the design so I included it here. It almost looks like his skin is blue here which is pretty neat to me at least. He’s also got leaf motifs here, which from the first Jack design Joyce made, we can see a pattern here.

Rating: 8 /10 I was originally weirded out by his head but now its not so bad.

This Jack is definitely dressed more like a nature boy rather than him having human influenced fashion and it’s an appealing touch. The tiny leaf sprouting from his staff is also kind of cute since the designers seemed to want to put leafs somewhere on his designs. His hairstyle is also very cute but it reminds me of Sasuke Uchiha in a sense. (Not a setback for me at least)

Rating: 7/10 13 year old Jack is going thru a phase.

I thought this Jack didn’t show up again in story boards but I was wrong!

They look a little different from each other but just similar enough to pair together, so bare with me. The first one obviously has looser pants, slightly longer sleeves and got his leaf motif going. This second Jack is a VERY green. It gives the impression that this Jack made his clothes out of plants and natural materials. Again I’m not wholly sure if greens fit his color scheme but they sure went for it for a while. I can’t say I’m a fan of it because it heavily reminds me of Peter Pan.

However a very similar looking Jack could be found in this storyboard. It doesn’t look as green as the other storyboards made it out to be and looks more like dead grass. Which is a pretty nice touch.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate it but it just doesn’t vibe yknow.

Speaking of a vibe...hoo this certainly has one.  This Jack isn’t old but certainly doesn’t look very young, maybe in the 20-30 range, thats just me. He has facial features that remind me of Pitch but resembles the Jack Frost of Santa Clause 3

That being said, I wondered if him looking similar to Pitch was in the storyline of them being brothers.(Which was a scrapped thing, who knew.) He’s a bit more menacing in this design but certainly seems like he relishes in his work.

Rating: 4/10 I’d make it a lower score but I gotta give it props

NOW THIS JACK IS KINDA INTERESTING. This one looks like he’s 16 and going through a grunge phase. He’s gonna play Nirvana loudly and not turn it down even if you tell him too. His staff itself has mini icicles hanging off of it and leafs look stuck to his shirt. Did you glue or staple those on Jack? His hair also looks much longer than his other designs and I kind of dig it( Shut up I’m bias.) I’m not wholly sure why else this design has stuck with me but it just has something about it that I just love. I wish there was a full body drawing of it.

(He also kinda has the same hair as the Jack Frost in Runescape but I wont go on about that hoo hoo)

Rating: 9/10 *Bad Boy by Cascada plays in the distance*

This one definitely feels like middleschooler trying to be in a band. His sticks just resemble drumsticks to me what can I say. I’m a big fan of his shoes and his color scheme screams a hibernating tree in winter. His hair also looks like it’s covered in frost rather than it being wholly white, which is very neat!! He looks like he wants to fight but has slight hesitance. Overall a very balanced Jack.

Rating: 8/10 He’s ready for band practice

Not many thoughts here, I just found these tiny Jack designs cute. His hoodie being a jacket instead just adds to the charm of this one.

No talk to him he angy.

Rating: 6/10 fun sized boi

Now this Jack resembles the one earlier that dressed entirely in leather brown colors, however he clearly is different than that one. I’m gonna say it, he looks like a zombie or undead in this design and its pretty fucking gnarly. I don’t know whats going on with his hair but I’m gonna assume it’s just the wind making it look like that. He just has the vibe that he was once human but was turned into something else entirely. It isnt in uncanny territory but borders that. This version of Jack meeting Pitch and the others would have been *very* interesting. Rating: 7/10 Eat a twinkie Jack you’ll feel better.

The final design! I can’t complain much about this one. The way his staff subtly has a G shape and a hexagon(his signature shape) is a wonderful touch. Additionally, the way the frost is gathered mostly where his hand is such an intricate detail. His signature hoodie is iconic at this point so I can’t bad mouth that either.(I can’t anyway because there's no complaints from me here.) Although, I never understood the leather straps that his pants had or their functions. I couldn’t find any colonial outfits that resembled Jack’s pants so its a total mystery to me at least.

And I can’t go on about this design until I mention the snowflake pattern in his eyes

Pure beauty. It’s at a hue of blue that almost looks impossible to have, combined with the electric blue color of the snowflake in his eyes. The amount of detail in this movie amazes me to this day. Rating: One Great Blizzard <3/10

[robininthelabyrinth]

For your prompts: Mingjue is ace or demi, and somehow between taking over the sect at a very young age and never displaying interest in it, no one ever gave him The Sex Talk. All the aunts and uncles assumed someone else took care of it. Then Huaisang gets to that age. He seems to be very interested in sex. He needs The Sex Talk. Mingjue feels like that should come from him (he's taken care of all the rest pf raising him after all), but he doesn't have the info to do that.

How does Mingjue give him The Sex Talk? Or alternatively, does Huaisang end up already knowing and giving The Talk to his big brother instead?

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“All right,” Nie Mingjue said, sitting down and gesturing for Nie Huaisang to sit down across from him. “I guess we’re going to have to talk about this.”

“I knew this day would come,” Nie Huaisang said, looking unbearably tragic. “I’m going to die of embarrassment before the day is through, da-ge. Won’t you have pity?”

Nie Mingjue knew him too well, though.

“Okay,” he said.

Nie Huaisang frowned at him.

“If it’s too embarrassing to talk about sex, you’re not ready to talk about sex,” Nie Mingjue said with a casual shrug. “We can postpone the conversation to –”

“No! I want to hear about it!” Nie Huaisang scowled at him. “Da-ge, everyone else got the sex talk! You wouldn’t want me to fall behind, would you?”

Nie Mingjue blinked innocently at him. “But Huaisang, you said…”

“Never mind what I said!”

Nie Mingjue tried to maintain his façade of innocent neutrality but quickly cracked in the face of Nie Huaisang’s exasperation; he started laughing.

Nie Huaisang grumbled.

“There’s not much to say,” Nie Mingjue said, wiping his eyes. “And it’s not as if you can’t get by without it, you know. I mean, no one ever gave me the talk.”

Nie Huaisang frowned. “No one? What about A-die? I mean, before…”

“He was busy, and kept postponing it,” Nie Mingjue said, shrugging. “And then he died, and everyone assumed he’d done it already. It’s fine. Everything I needed to learn, I learned from books, and you’re going to do the same.”

“…books.”

“Yep, books.”

Nie Huaisang heaved a sigh. “You’re going to make me learn this incredibly important subject from textbooks? Really, da-ge?”

“I am,” Nie Mingjue said.

“You’re robbing me of a valuable life experience here.”

“I’m so sad for you,” Nie Mingjue said dryly, pulling out a box and spreading out the books he’d obtained just for this purpose. “Now, I know you hate studying, I know you think it’s boring and a waste of time, but I really think in this instance –”

“It’s fine,” Nie Huaisang said quickly. His eyes were fixated on the books in front of him, and for some reason he’d flushed bright red, even though it wasn’t all that hot in the room. “I don’t mind. I’ll study hard, da-ge.”

“I feel like I’ve heard that before once or twice,” Nie Mingjue remarked, then shook his head. “Anyway, I think just one or two –”

“I need all of them.”

Nie Mingjue blinked, sincerely this time. “All of them?” he said, and looked down at the books. “Huaisang, I don’t think you understand. I got a selection so that you could have your pick, but they’re by and large very repetitive; each one more or less describes the same basic acts –”

“I need all of them. For reasons.”

“…all right,” Nie Mingjue said, bemused but generally pleased by Nie Huaisang’s highly unusual enthusiasm for study. “I thought I was robbing you of a valuable life experience?”

“That was before! I didn’t realize the books were going to be spring books,” Nie Huaisang said. He’d grabbed one and flipped it open, staring wide-eyed at one of the illustrations.

“What type of textbook would there be for this subject other than a spring book?” Nie Mingjue asked, wondering – as ever – if he’d missed something. Raising children was hard, and raising Nie Huaisang was harder; everyone agreed. “Anyway, I’m given to understand that the art is a bit exaggerated, especially in terms of proportion, and the accompanying text can use some rather strange metaphors, but fundamentally the acts described appear generally consistent throughout the various sources. For example, if you look at this one, you can see that the woman has –”

“Yes, da-ge, I can see.”

“I’m just pointing it out,” Nie Mingjue said defensively. Nie Huaisang was being especially impossible to understand today. “Anyway, it’s all a bit weird, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Nie Huaisang said. “Very weird. Incredibly weird. You know what, I think I need to think about this privately for a while.”

“I…are you sure?”

“Very sure.”

“If you insist.” Nie Mingjue stood up. “If you have any questions –”

“Yes I’ll be sure to ask you please leave now thank you good-bye.”

Nie Mingjue found himself outside the door to Nie Huaisang’s room, not entirely sure how his much smaller younger brother had managed to push him out so effectively. Maybe some of that saber training was actually having an impact, however spaced out and half-hearted Nie Huaisang’s efforts were.

Cheered by the thought, Nie Mingjue headed back to his office, feeling very good about himself: that wasn’t nearly as awkward as all the other people had made it sound. It’d been no problem at all!

Of course, a few months later, he found out that Nie Huaisang had started buying up spring books like he’d developed a mania for it.

“That seems fine,” he said to the disciple who’d reported it. “I mean, it’s a bit strange, yes, but he’s always been fond of hobbies that involve collecting things. Birds, weird rocks…that sort of thing.”

“I’m not sure it’s…exactly the same,” the disciple said carefully. “But if you’re not concerned, Sect Leader, we’ll just leave it be.”

“…I’ll talk with him,” Nie Mingjue decided, mostly because of the weird expression on the disciple’s face, and the disciple looked relieved.

Later that evening, he followed up on his word.

“Huaisang, I heard you’re buying spring books,” he said, and Nie Huaisang nearly choked on his soup.

“You can’t just bring that up over dinner!” he hissed.

“…why not?”

“You just – can’t!”

“I can, and did,” Nie Mingjue said. “Some of the disciples have expressed some concern about it.”

Nie Huaisang’s shoulders went up by his ears defensively. “Is it because I’m buying cutsleeve books as well as regular books?”

“They sell cutsleeve books? Really?” Nie Mingjue said blankly, temporarily distracted. “I wouldn’t have thought there’d be enough of a market to make the printing worthwhile. Aren't they supposed to be relatively uncommon? …anyway, no, it’s not about that.”

“…you don’t mind?”

“Why would I mind?” Nie Mingjue said, puzzled. “I’m glad you’re expanding your horizons.”

“You…are?” Nie Huaisang was blinking rapidly.

“I mean, you’re reading? Reading is good. I’m always happy when you advance your scholarly pursuits,” Nie Mingjue said. “I mean, I’d still like it if you spent a bit more time on your saber…”

“Wait,” Nie Huaisang said hastily, clearly wanting to avoid the subject of his saber training. “If you don’t mind the fact that I’m buying them, or the content, what is the concern?”

“Mostly quantity, I think?” Nie Mingjue hadn’t been able to figure it out either. “You’ve exceeded your allowance twice already, and really, how many books recounting the same exact content can you really need?”

“It’s not quite the same content,” Nie Huaisang said. “There are different…scenarios.”

“Yes, but it all leads to the same place in the end, doesn’t it? Hand, mouth, front, back, inside or outside; you read one, you’ve read them all. Though I guess the cutsleeve ones are different?”

“Not really,” Nie Huaisang admitted. “But maybe take a look anyway? Maybe you’ll like those better…here, come up to my room.”

Nie Huaisang had, apparently, started in on making quite a collection, and from the way he puttered around trying to find the right ones to share, seemed to be in the process of becoming a little connoisseur. It was pretty adorable, actually; Nie Mingjue couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Nie Huaisang so enthusiastic.

“Having two spears involved does seem to make it a bit more awkward,” he concluded after paging through a few. “And obviously you can’t do it from the front in the same way, but other than that the mechanics generally seem the same. I suppose there’s really only so many ways you can twist the human body…”

“How about this one, then?” Nie Huaisang said, offering up a book about mirror grinders sharing a toy between them. “Twice the young ladies involved!”

“That seems even less efficient. If they wanted to be penetrated, why be a mirror grinder instead of finding a man?”

Nie Huaisang seemed somewhat taken aback by the question. “Maybe they just fell in love with another woman first?” he eventually suggested.

That seemed reasonable enough, so Nie Mingjue nodded agreeably. “Makes sense that they’d use a toy, then. Otherwise wouldn't they be stuck with using just mouths and hands? Though I suppose there’s always the eponymous grinding motion, too.”

Nie Huaisang reached over and put his hand in Nie Mingjue’s lap.

“Huaisang! What are you doing?”

“Just checking,” Nie Huaisang said, rubbing the back of his head. “You’re really not…Wait, let me find you some others. Maybe you’ll like these better – they have more scenario involved.”

Truly Nie Huaisang had a wide collection. There were solo stories, coupled stories, stories involved groups of three or more, stories involving people being tied up or doing the tying, one story involving whips and pinching nails that Nie Mingjue initially thought was a torture manual that had gotten mixed in by mistake except for how the receiving party seemed extremely enthusiastic about it. There was even one involving –

“Fish?”

“Tentacles.”

“People want to fuck fish?”

“It’s not – you know what, I don’t know, maybe they do,” Nie Huaisang said, throwing up his hands. “Octopi are a surprisingly popular subject along the coast, and some of the artwork from Dongying features it.”

“You have works from Dongying?” Nie Mingjue asked, impressed. It wasn’t every young man’s hobby that involved international commerce. “You’re really turning into a collector, Huaisang.”

“I’m not – it’s not –” Nie Huaisang grimaced. “You know what, maybe the disciples are right and I should cut down on purchasing so many.”

“Why? If you’re enjoying your new hobby –”

“There’s a difference between being known as the guy who has some good spring books and being known as the guy who collects spring books as a hobby. The latter just sounds pathetic.”

Nie Mingjue wasn’t entirely sure about that.

“Well, it’s up to you,” he said, and started to get up to leave, only to have Nie Huaisang tug on his hand.

“Da-ge, I have a question.”

Nie Mingjue sat back down.

“Have you ever…?” Nie Huaisang nodded at the books.

“No,” Nie Mingjue said, wrinkling his nose a bit at the thought. “It seems like more trouble than it’s worth, really.”

“What about…uh…” He gestured at one in particular. Nie Mingjue leaned over and checked; it was one of the ones featuring a single man touching himself. “Do you…?”

“Oh, sure,” Nie Mingjue said. “Every once in a while. Don't most people? But there’s rather a difference between doing that and having to get up close and personal with someone else’s genitals, isn’t there? We all wipe our own asses after we shit, but that doesn’t mean we do it for other people.” He gave Nie Huaisang a pointed look. “Present company excluded.”

“I was a baby, it doesn’t count,” Nie Huaisang hissed at him. “Never bring it up again.”

Nie Mingjue smirked at him.

Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes dramatically. “Da-ge, you’re hopeless. One day you’ll find someone you like enough to try it with!”

“Maybe,” Nie Mingjue said. “Maybe not. It doesn’t really matter, does it?”

“Uh, yes it does! You’re going to have kids, aren’t you?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Nie Mingjue said, hesitating a little. “Huaisang, you’re my heir.”

“I know that! I’m in line until you have kids of your own to inherit…why are you shaking your head?”

“You’re going to inherit after me,” Nie Mingjue said, as gently as he could. “I’m probably not going to have kids, but even if I did, I’d arrange it so that they’d be part of the branch family, not the main line. I want you to inherit.”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes were going wide.

No, it was too early to tell him about the saber spirits, Nie Mingjue thought to himself. About their family's horrible temper and his private suspicion that the temper and the qi deviations fed into each other; his conviction that Nie Huaisang would be a better sect leader than him, a better continuation for their line than him, and his determination to make sure that the next generation of Nie sect leaders didn't have to fear a shortened life the way he did. He’d tell him that later, sometime. Today was a good day, there was no point in spoiling it.

“Is that going to be a problem?” he asked instead. “I mean, you have such a wide variety here; don’t tell me you’re solely interested in cut-sleeves…?”

“No,” Nie Huaisang said. “No, I like – everything.”

“Well, then,” Nie Mingjue said. “There should be no problem, then. If you end up with a woman, have some kids; if you end up with a man, take a concubine. Either way, you’ll get an heir.” He frowned. “Assuming you don’t mind –”

“No, da-ge,” Nie Huaisang said, and he sounded incredibly long-suffering. “I think I’ll manage to have sex, somehow.”

“Well, I mean, if you’re thinking about actually going ahead and trying it out, that’s a whole different conversation we need to have, as opposed to the talk about what it is. You need to be careful about it –”

“Ugh, da-ge, please, no –”

“I’m not going to lecture! Just don’t overdo it or anything. You don’t want to end up with a thousand bastards like Sect Leader Jin –”

“Gross! No!”

“– or with all sorts of diseases –”

“Da-ge!”

“– or with a reputation for being a dissolute or a –”

“I will only have sex with someone I love,” Nie Huaisang announced. “Or at least mildly care for. A nice clean person who likes me back. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“More or less,” Nie Mingjue said, and glanced down at the books. “Say, Huaisang. You know so much about this. Have you ever…”

“Do you have a question?” Nie Huaisang scooted forward. “Ask away, da-ge!”

Nie Mingjue flicked his forehead. “Not a substantive one. But have you ever thought about making your own? You’re a perfectly good artist, and you’re very imaginative; I’m sure you could come up with some scenarios of your own that might be very interesting.”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes were wide. “I could, couldn’t I?” he said, marveling, and then suddenly jumped up and dashed over to grab some paper. “Oh, I could! I could – and that – and – and..!”

Nie Mingjue decided to retreat, smiling proudly to himself.

Reading and writing, he thought happily. They’d probably never get a warrior out of Nie Huaisang, but there might be a scholar in him yet!