#you know i couldn't forget about one of my fave babies

[kiillerqueen]

❝ if you're worried about my sister seeing you don't ! she went out last night with a couple of friends , and i am sure that she either crashed at one of their places or with mason ... maybe gabriel. i think he was suppose to be there last night. ❞ a slight grin forming as he can only imagine how the two males being in the same room with amelia must have went down.

Closed Starter || @thewcllingtons

[sincerelyneo]

will you be reposting the jeno fic you had on your old blog? it was my fave 🥺

here it is <3

fireproof | l.jn

“‘cause no body saves me baby the way you do”

💿now playing: fireproof by one direction

❯ summary: Your brother Jaemin loves throwing parties when your parents aren’t home — but you hate it. In an attempt to escape the loud music and sweaty bodies you try and head out. But there’s no way your brother’s best friend, Jeno, is letting you wander around the streets so late.

❯ pairings: jeno x fem!reader

❯ genre: smut, brother’s best friend, college!au

❯ words: 8.4k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, masturbation, minor mentions of drug use, drinking, marking, slight protective brother jaemin, begging, spanking, mentions of marking, unprotected sex (don't do this!), oral sex (m/f receiving), fingering, reader uses she/her pronouns, jeno fucks his best friend’s little sister.

a/n: i changed the title hehehe

This party fucking sucks.

You’re not even drunk. The vodka is watered down, you're sure of it. Your friends ditched you about half an hour ago — disappearing with some of the guys they had been speaking to and seeing. 

"Come to the party with us, they said." You mimic to yourself into your plastic cup. "It'll be fun, they said." 

You scoff taking another swig but pull your face at the awful taste that lingers in your mouth. There are better things you could be doing on a Saturday night, you think. You’re almost positive you saw a new show released on Netflix today. Or better yet, you could be reading some sort of erotic novel that would spice up your Saturday night more than this shit.

But the thing is, this party is at your own fucking house.

Your brother is throwing it. 

Every time your parents go away for one weekend he can’t help but jump at the opportunity to trash the place. You don't see why he can't just have a few of the boys around, have some beers and then call it a night. But no, that isn't exactly Jaemin’s style. 

Of course, he has to invite a bunch of random weirdos that seem to be snorting cocaine off of every surface in this house, and smoking whatever kind of weed they could find. And sure, you’re not impartial to a good night but this... this is not your idea of a good night.

At all.

Sighing, you push through the masses of people, seeing the sweaty bodies that are dry humping one another or eating each other's faces off so much you feel like you’re going to throw up at the sight. 

Stopping in your tracks, you reach into the back pocket of your denim jeans to pull out your phone, seeing that it is half-past midnight. If you know Jaemin — and you did — this was only the beginning of the night. The party is definitely far from over.

Fuck sake.

You put your phone back in your pocket and continue to manoeuvre around the bodies in the hallway. Your stomach growls and you think about how you're drinking on an empty stomach. The only thing open at this time is a Mcdonald's but you don't necessarily want to be that person that sits in McDonald's by themselves on a Saturday night. 

Still, you head for your front door and try your luck at an escape. As you reach your hand out to grab the door handle you smash headfirst into a body. Well to be more specific a chest. A hard chest.

"Ow, fuck!" You lift your hand up, rubbing your forehead.

"Sorry little Na, didn't see you there." You immediately recognise that voice. The deep slowness in which he talks. It’s the only voice that has a straight hotline to your core. 

Yeah, you couldn't ever forget that voice.

You stop rubbing your head and slowly look up, following the lines of his muscled chest that you can see through the tight white t-shirt he's wearing with a pair of denim jeans and converse. Yes you had already checked him out tonight, but you’re only human. And when your eyes meet that sharp jawline, hollowed-out cheekbones and those damming brown eyes, you involuntarily clench your thighs together.

You shun yourself because you know you can’t have him. And that’s the reason why you hate him. 

He's your brother’s best friend.

Lee fucking Jeno.

The worst man on this planet. for many reasons like for one he’s insanely hot. Like too hot. Who on this planet even needs to be that hot? But to make it worse he knows he's hot. Girls are always flying off his arm fueling his ego. He's also selfish and arrogant. 

But the reason you hate him the most, the reason you despise him so much, and avoid him at all costs is because of the burning need — it's past being a want it's a fucking need — to just devour him. Every part of you screams out whenever he is in the same room. 

And you hate it.

You have zero control over your words and actions with him — and he knows it with how much you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of him over the years. Your cheeks tend to grow red without your permission, and oh does he love to point that out.

Ever since your brother brought him home in his first year of high school, they have been inseparable — and you’ve been madly in love.

Well, you’re not in love with the boy. You just, you know, want to rip his clothes off. And let him fuck the living daylights out of you.

"Aw, there they are." He distracts you from your thoughts. 

His eyes are burning straight through you. As if he can tell what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling. And right now, you have very infuriating dampness in your panties that wasn't there 30 seconds ago. 

"Those rosy cheeks, are they for me, little Na?" You swat his hand away as it attempts to reach up to caress your cheek or some stupid shit like that.

"Stop that Jeno!” You snap at him, getting angry is your default with him.

It the perfect remedy to keep him away from you, so you don't do something stupid like fuck your brother’s best friend

“Please just get out my way.” 

"Such a pleasant girl, aren't you?" He winks. 

He fucking winks, and your pussy screams in delight. If you were any other girl, you’d be swooning right now. You’d be on your knees begging for it. 

Well, you won't be on your  knees for him.

Ever.

Especially not tonight.

"Just get out of my way, Jeno,” you push him rather hard. 

You knew it wouldn't make him budge if he didn't want it too but he dramatically moved out of your way of the door. You yank it open and dart through onto the front lawn. Halfway down the driveway, a sharp tug on your arm spins you around and you’re  faced with Jeno... again.

"Fuck sake, what do you want?" You shake your arm out of his grip but he doesn't let go. 

You give up, huffing and dropping your shoulders. The two of you are just staring at each other, so much so that you didn't even realise how close you really were. Your chests are almost touching, there is a hair width between you. And due to your height, if you looked forwards you’d be looking at the bottom of his neck, right where you see him gulp before meeting your eyes again. They seem to burn into yours, suddenly growing intense. 

He is the first to look away but he doesn't just look away, no. You watch as his eyes flash down to your lips. Your breath hitches, he sees that and when he looks back to your eyes again, he flashes you a knowing smirk.

Motherfucker. 

"Come back inside." He says as he throws his head to the side, signalling to your house.

"No," you all but stomp your foot.

"You're such a fucking brat, you know that right?" He growls, closing that gap so that your chests touch. There’s an electricity running through you, begging for him. 

"I'm not a fucking brat, I just don't want to be here at this shitty party!” 

You don't break his eye contact, chests still touching. He can sure as hell feel each heavy breath you take and probably every beat of your heart that seems to have sped up since he moved closer.

"Just go inside, go to your room, anything. Just don't fucking leave, your brother would have my balls if I let you go out alone this late at night.” 

You roll your eyes at the mention of your brother. You love him, you really do, but hearing the word brother leaves Jeno’s lips reminds you exactly why he’s even here.

It’s not for you — it’s for Jaemin’s sake. 

"I don't see why either of you care, you've got plenty of booze and girls to keep you occupied to not even notice me gone,” you stand your ground, trying to tug your arm once again but he still won't let go.

However, he has loosened his grip so it isn't so harsh, but it's still locked around your wrist. In fact, you’re sure you feel him drawing little circles on the inner skin with his thumb and that thought alone has you squirming no matter how much you try to ignore it. 

"I think I'd always notice when you're not there," Jeno says under his breath, his face lowering to yours. 

If you didn't know better then you’d think he was about to kiss you. But that can't happen. Can it? 

Everything but your core is saying no. Your whole body is screaming to open up your mouth and say please. But you ignore it — you always do— and try to keep a brave face. But as he gets so close, too close, your eyes automatically flutter shut.

You expect his lips to graze yours but they don't, instead, you feel his cheek against you , only faintly, as his lips skim your ear lobe.

"I think I'd always notice when you're not there because there won't be some childish little brat moaning about not getting her own way." 

Your eyes shoot open as he pulls back, laughing at your flushing cheeks. Your eyes narrow as you finally tug your arm hard enough this time that he has no choice but to release you. 

"I do not moan about not getting my own way and I am not childish nor a brat,” you sneer at him. 

"Sure,-" he huffs, laughing, crossing his arms over his chest. "Whatever you say." 

"Why can’t you just go inside and leave me alone,” you cross your own arms over your chest. 

"No can do." He stands there like some sort of bouncer, you look to your right and see the path only a few steps away. He watches you and says a low, demanding, "Don't." 

But you do it. 

You spin on your heel and run for it. But you only make it two steps before two large arms are wrapped around your waist from behind and you’re being sprung back into a hard chest. Jeno’s one arm sits tightly around your waist, his fingers digging into your hip and you squirm against him. To stop your wriggling, his other hand flies up to grab a hold of your throat, tilting your head back to the rest of his shoulder. 

His eyes flash to his hand around your neck and he takes a deep breath that causes his eyes to flutter shut. Then you feel something growing behind you causing your own eyes to grow wide. He leans forward, lips skimming yours barely. 

“I said don't." It sounded more like a growl than anything and a small whimper escaped your lips. "Are you going to walk inside or am I going to have to carry you?" He whispers still close to your mouth. If you lifted your head slightly, you’d be kissing.

"I'm not going back inside." You sternly reply, he just laughs and his hold loosens on you. 

But he doesn’t free you. Instead he throws you clean over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. 

“Put. Me. Down. Jeno." You scream, hitting his back, but he doesn't listen. Carrying on heading back inside your house. 

Your cheeks are bright red and you stop your attack on Jeno’s back and decide to clench his shirt in your fists and hide your face in it.

"What's going on here?" You hear Jaemin’s voice and your head flies up.

"Your sister tried to escape," Jeno says laughing, bending down to lower you to the ground. 

When he stood back up, you were so close your bodies touched again, your breasts rubbed against his firm chest and your nipples stiffened. His eyes glanced down to them and they darken, then he looks to you again and grabs your shoulders, spinning you around to face your brother. You automatically lifted your arms up and over your breasts to cover the obvious arousal.

"Come on Y/N, you know you can't be walking around aimlessly at night." Jaemin chastises you.

"I'm not a child Jaem," you roll your eyes with a shake of your head.

"So what? Grown ass people still get kidnapped!” 

You groan, I'm going to my room." 

You push past him and head towards the stairs. You turn around seeing Jeno’s smug face knowing he’s got his own way about you coming back inside.

But you won’t give him the satisfaction. You’ll  just sneak out the window and have your perfect escape. He won't know. 

Not like he’ll come to check — right?

You spin on your heel as you hear the sound of footsteps following behind you. Jeno’s there, eyes locked on your ass until he sees you looking back down at him and then cocks his head to the side and smiles innocently. 

“What are you doing?” You spit. 

"Just making sure you actually do go to your room." He flashes his infamous eye smile that has plagued your dreams since you first met him. "And that your windows are locked. Don't want you running away now do we?" he winks at you.

He’s so irritating!

With a huff, you turn around and storm your way up the last couple of stairs, making sure your stomps are extra loud. You can just hear Jeno snickering behind you and that only rattles you even more. When you reach the landing you turn immediately and head to the last door of the hallway and pull it open, stepping inside of your bedroom. You go to slam the door shut but a sneaker covered foot stops in between preventing it.

You immediately roll your eyes and groan. 

"Leave me alone Jeno." You groan, leaning up against the door with your back, pushing it.

"Let me check your windows then I'll leave."

"What kind of request is that?” You sigh, running a hand through your hair. 

"Just let me."

"No."

The two of you enter a stare off — one you both know he’s going to win. And he does, because you don’t even let two whole minutes pass before you’re huffing out a “Fine.” 

He makes his way over to your window, making sure it's locked, then he chuckles, drawing your curtains too. The only thing lightening the room was your bedside lamp that you had an awful habit of leaving on. That, and it was the perfect deterrent to make it look like someone was in there, keeping strangers from having sex on your bed.

“All done?” You ask, breathy. 

He smirks, his eyes flashing to your lips again and you swear to god if he does that one more time you’re either going to kick him in the balls or jump on him and kiss him. 

You force yourself to take a step back and take a deep breath which makes him laugh.

"Well goodnight little Na, don't go sneaking out because I will know about it." He walks off to the door and before he exits you say,

"And how would you possibly know that?"

He looks over his shoulder, his eyes flash up and down your body, "I just will,” he winks then closes the door behind him.

You huff out and stomp your foot like a child. God you needed to grow a backbone and stop letting that idiot mess with you. 

Storming into your bathroom you slam the door shut. You strip off your clothes and turn on the shower. Whilst waiting for it to get up to temperature, you sigh. 

"Let me just lock your windows for ya." You pull a face copying him. "Want me to check that for ya?"

Once you’re done in the shower you climb out of it and dry yourself with a towel. 

"He's so fucking annoying ugh," you say to yourself as you pull the bathroom door open and saunter into your bedroom naked. 

You don't even check to see if anyone was in there, too busy ranting about him. And when you feel the cold draft of your bedroom it makes you realise you had just walked into your unlocked bedroom naked. Immediately, you covered your body remembering the party going on downstairs; but on first glance, it appeared no one was in there. Still you quickly grab your oversized grey t-shirt from the end of your bed, throwing it on over your head, but skipping your underwear. 

Your room was fairly simple with white furniture, a wooden floor, soft pink bedding, a few cuddly toys. The bed lies against the far wall, opposite the door and you leave your lamp on to have a little bit of light to help you sleep. 

Trying to fall asleep you flip over so your back faces the light. You try a few different sleep scenarios but everything keeps going back to Jeno.

And the way his hand gripped around your neck. 

You flip over again, keeping your eyes shut, yet, Jeno just waltzes into your mind continuously. Like he won't leave you alone. You feel so much anger coursing through your blood, yet you have this strange pulling into your core. 

You need to give attention to it — so you do. And as soon as you slip your hand under the covers, the fantasies start rolling in. Jeno’s arms around you, grabbing at your waist, your hips, your ass, your breasts.

Your breath hitches.

His tongue in your mouth, along your skin, tracing your neck and stomach, then between your folds lapping at you. Your eyes shoot open as you clench your thighs together and immediately feel the wetness.

It was just too much to ignore. This wasn’t going away. You already knew that. 

You just needed some relief and then you’ll be free for the night. Jeno never needs to know and it’s not like you haven’t done this exact same thing before over him. 

Your right hand finds your centre first, sliding between the folds and instantly feeling the slick wetness there. Slowly and sensually, you begin moving your fingers in a circular motion. Eyes closing instantly, flashes of Jeno now being played before you.

In your mind, it was no longer your hand but his. Rubbing your clit, sending shivers down your spine and causing a small panting moan to escape you. 

Your left hand begins clutching at the sheets and as you feel your nipples peak and rub against the soft material of your shirt, you have no choice but to swiftly move your hand up and under to take hold of your own breasts and squeeze. You moan again as you begin to work your fingers faster over your clit.

Now in your head, Jeno stood before you shirtless. Seeing the ripples in the muscles of his abs, he flexes his arms, making you grow weaker. But you always felt like this whenever you saw him shirtless at the pool, or the beach. 

And you couldn't deny how fucking sexy he was — you wouldn’t?”

"What’re you thinking about?" 

You pause instantly, back arched, orgasm growing close and eyes squeezed shut. You can't decipher whether that voice was in your head or in real life so you just grow still and relax, trying to pretend it didn’t happen. 

Your breathing which was already heavy, grows even more so, this time with panic and worry. You don't want to open your eyes, scared of what you might see because you recognised that voice.

At least, you’re really fucking hoping Jeno’s voice is all in your head, because you’re seconds away from orgasm.

"I asked you a question." 

Your eyes fly open. He’s definitely not in your head. 

Ripping your hand away from your clit, you pull the other away from your nipple and force yourself into a seated position with your hands splayed behind to hold you up. You scream on instinct, he doesn't so much as flinch as he stands at the end of your bed. 

His eyes are dark, head low and looking up at you through his lashes. He has that smirk on his face, and his hands are fidgeting, rolling his fingers against his palm. Your eyes roam his body as your scream continues and you wish you hadn't, only because your scream turned into a moan as you spied his hard erection pushing against his jeans.

You gasp and look back at his face. 

"What're you doing Jeno?" You whisper-shout, even though the party downstairs would make it difficult for anyone to hear you anyway. 

Still, you didn’t want any party goers walking in on a flustered you in bed with Jeno and his very large, very prominent erection, standing at the base. 

Fuck. It's so big. You can tell from how it's breaking at the seams of his jeans to be let free. Your mouth waters at the sheer thought of his dick — wondering what it looks like, how it feels in your hands, in your mouth — how it tastes. 

Fuck no. Absolutely not. 

You shake your head, trying to rid the thoughts and ignore the fact your core is pulsing right now, begging for one last touch so you can explode into orgasm. You really fucking needed it.

"I asked you what you were thinking about?" He says lowly, and it causes your breathing to still.

“H-how long have you been standing there?" You whimper. 

He shrugs, “That doesn't matter, what does matter is-" he moves his head up, looking you dead in the eyes as he cracks his neck and then his fists in each hand. "-What you were thinking about whilst touching yourself? Was it me?" 

He smirks again and you stood up, throwing the duvet off of your legs. 

"Not a chance," He says sternly. You look at him again, face paling. 

"What do you mean, no?" you ask, cocking your head.

"I mean don't you fucking move-" His tongue came out to lap at his bottom lip as his eyes moved down your body, down your legs. 

You instantly went to grab the duvet again but he grabbed it first, ripping it from the bed and throwing it across the room. You get down on all fours, crawling to try and get it before him. 

"Jeno!" You exclaim, reaching your hand out for it but it was too far away. You look up at him on all fours, and from this angle... God. You gulp. 

"Give me my cover."

You try to wash away every fantasy of being in this position before him but you can't ignore the way you need his hard cock, seeping at the tip and begging for you to lick it, to suck it. 

Stop. No. Not now.

His hand comes to the side of your face, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear and you shiver at the touch. 

"Lie. Back. On. The. Bed." He commands.

Your eyes flutter shut for a moment and then slowly, you move to follow his command until you are back down on the bed. You keep your legs closed and hands on your stomach. 

You weren’t sure why you’re listening to him — obeying him . But something in you, some instinct is just screaming at you to let this play out, see what he wants.

"Touch yourself." He says and you blanch, your eyes growing wide and you sit up again, but one stern look from him has you lying back down again. "Touch yourself and tell me what you think of, how you feel, tell me everything Y/N."

Your name. He never bothers to call you that. Usually emphasising how you’re his best friend’s little sister with the nickname he’d given you. But honestly, you’re thankful for the nickname because hearing your actual name from his lips, all nasally and sensual, sends you spiralling. 

It makes you putty in his hands. And as for your hands? Well, they slowly spread your legs wide revealing your soaking wet cunt to him. You keep your eyes pierced on him, watching how his breath hitches, eyes glued to you. The way he automatically grabs his cock through his jeans and squeezes is like a reflex. Closing his eyes only briefly before they're back on you, on your core. 

You feel yourself growing red, the heat of embarrassment consuming you whole as you slide your hand down your stomach. As soon as your fingers make contact with your clit, your hips are bucking off of the bed and your back starts to curve. Building up your arousal doesn't take long. You were already half there, teetering on the edge. 

Except this time your eyes lock onto Jeno’s for real whilst your fingers are moving, soft moans leaving your lips. You spy his own hand on his cock, he hasn't pulled it free but he moves his hand back and forth over his shaft. You can see the way his arms tense as he moves and watches you.

You throw your head back with another moan. Seeing him stood there isn't enough, you need something more. You need him climbing on top of you, replacing your fingers with his. His hot breath against your neck as he rubs you harder and faster. 

"What are you thinking about?"

"You." You say breathily.

"What about me?"

Your eyes shoot open to stare at him, he looks tense and flustered. Just as bad as you. His hand stops moving on his cock and you make a mental note that he might've been close. Too close. And this might be over too soon.

"Your fingers on my clit, rubbing me," you throw your head back as the fantasy flashes again. 

"Yes, and what else?" He growls. 

"Your mouth." You breathe again.

"My mouth, huh?" He bites and your fantasy continues. 

"Yes. Everywhere." You cry out, orgasm seconds away. "Your mouth on me, about to- God, Jeno I'm gonna cum,” your back arches, hips bucking, fingers moving so fast and rough. 

"Look at me." Your eyes fly open at the command. "I want you to cum whilst looking at me."

And you do. The sheer dominance radiating off of him is the final straw that has you crashing down. 

Your orgasm rips through you as your hips lift so far off the bed. You moved your fingers through your orgasm, riding it out but finally, your hips fell back to the bed and you let out a heavy breath.

Before you could even open your eyes again, you felt two large arms wrap under your thighs gripping your hips, and suddenly you’re yanked to the end of the bed. Your eyes snap open, and your head lifts up as you spy Jeno on his knees at the end of the bed, his mouth centimetres from your dripping pussy.

"J-Jeno,” you mumble, just the sight of him has you moaning. 

You’re not sure if getting yourself off in front of him was the moment you both decided to cross the line; but now him manoeuvring between your legs, you knew you definitely had. Regardless, you know now you aren't ever going back to the dynamic you had before. 

"I’m gonna make those fantasies come to life baby.” 

He doesn't miss a beat. His tongue comes out and swipes a long lick up and through your folds. All common sense leaves your head as you fall back against the bed. 

"God, you taste so good. I fucking knew you would." 

He’s thought about this? You know you have. 

He repeats the motion again, this time focusing on your clit, making sure to run a smooth stripe along it, circling it only slightly, enough to have you wriggling. One of his hands splays over your stomach, holding your hips down. 

"I want you to cum on my tongue. I want to taste every drop of you,” you gulp, looking down at him between your thighs. You don't miss the dark pupils in his eyes and that daring look, the one telling you to follow his instructions. 

"Jeno, oh my god,” you cry out, your head flying back as his mouth attacks your clit. He sucks it in, flicking his tongue all over in a frenzied motion. 

You know he knows all the right ways to make a girl squirm. And you are fucking squirming. All over the fucking bed, you’d be breaking free from him if he didn't have his large veined hand holding your stomach down. Your stomach is now on show. Your t-shirt has risen up to just below your breasts and you see the way his eyes watch the movement as you move about, tits bouncing around.

And as if he can hear your thoughts he says,

"Take your top off." 

You do it without question, lifting the hem and throwing it over your head. Now you’re laying there completely naked. His hand that was on your stomach comes up and takes hold of one breast, instantly taking your nipple between his fingers and you hear him, no you feel him, moan into your pussy. 

The vibrations cause you to cry out, hands knuckling the bed sheets. 

"You're so fucking hot Y/N, God." He murmurs before attacking you again, his mouth working wonders.

And that tongue. You’re so close. You can feel it. 

Then you feel as he slides two fingers into you. Jeno curls his fingers inside of you, hitting some sort of sensitive spot, and as soon as his fingers massage that area inside you and his mouth returns to your clit, you explode.

You don't even know if the music downstairs would cover your screams as you fell into ecstasy. His hand on your breast doesn’t  move, but the one that had been hooked on your hip moves to splay against your stomach holding you down as he laps at you, riding you through your second orgasm until you couldn’t take it anymore. He pulls his fingers out, then his mouth away from you at just the right time.

You lay there spent. Completely. 

Eyes fluttering open. Jeno stood between your legs looking down at you. His cock looked painful in his jeans. You had once felt exhausted and ready to fall asleep but as soon as you saw his erection you shot up in your seat. You immediately fumble with his jeans until his hand comes to your jaw, pulling your head up to look into his eyes. He stares for a moment before blinking, taking a deep breath.

"You don't have to- I didn't do that for you to-"

"I want to. I want this." You nod eagerly,"I want you.” 

You lick your lips and it's as if something snaps in him, that moment of care vanishes and he lets go of your chin.

"Well then, suck my cock,” he says, standing there and you do as you’re told.

You unfasten his jeans, pull them down and then his underwear. His large erect cock springs free instantly and without a second thought you take hold of him in your hand. Your hands look tiny against his dick. 

You move your hand slowly up and down his cock, and notice how his thighs tense, then his stomach and you follow your eyes up until you meet his face. His head is hung low, eyes dark and hands clenched by his sides. Keeping your eyes on his, you lean forward and spy the precum, flicking your tongue out and taking it in to swallow down with a moan that makes him grunt. 

You moved so that your face was closer to his balls, then you stroked your tongue all along his length, and felt the way he flexed beneath your muscle. There’s a cocky smirk covering your face when you move back to the top and suck his tip into your mouth.

"Do you like sucking my cock?" He asks, his hand threading into your hair to start pulling on the roots to yank your head backwards. 

"Do you like it when I suck your cock, Jeno?" You flip the question with a smile the power in your hands. You continue working him and he flexes his hand in your hair.

"That's how you wanna play?" He grins at you.

You pretend to think for a moment, "I’m not playing anything." You move your head closer down his length, licking  another long stripe hearing how he curses under his breath and thrusts his hips towards you. "I just want to suck your cock." 

With that, you take him into your mouth, sliding down until you reach your limit. You can't take him whole, he’s way too big for that, but you take what you can. He coughs and splutters a bunch of inaudible words, but you just pull back up and repeat the motion, continuing to take him back into your throat. 

His hand stays threaded in your hair, keeping a rough hold so that you can't pull away — not that you wanted to.  

You love every second. Even as you feel him tensing, his hips moving as he thrusts into your mouth. You look up through your lashes to see his head thrown back as he moans out and hisses every so often when you drag your teeth along his cock. You can tell he likes it as the precum coats your tongue. That and the way he doesn't tell you to stop. 

"Do. That. Again."

And you do, watching his head fall forwards."Such a pretty sight, my cock filling your mouth. What do you think your brother would think about this?" he smirks and your face falls pale.

You almost stop sucking his dick but he doesn't let you, slamming his hips forwards so his cock hits the back of your throat.

Your brother.

Not a thought you want to think about right now but it is something you needed to consider. This was his best friend. You’d finally gotten the man so forbidden, always out of bounds. The whole time you didn’t know that he wanted you as much as you wanted him. 

You moan uncontrollably, and it must send vibrations along his cock as you feel it twitch in your mouth, his thrusts become sloppy and his grip on your hand grows tighter. 

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum." He grits out. "Are you gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours?" 

You look up at him. You can't speak so you try to nod. 

"God, you’ve always been the death of me," He thrusts several more times as you slide your tongue all over his length and tip. 

You do it a final time as you take him to the back of your throat, gliding your teeth along him which must've been his undoing as you felt the hot steaming cum splatter against the back of your throat. 

You pulled him out your mouth slowly. Even as he is softening he is still thick and large. You kitten lick the tip as he hisses, causing him to loosen his grip in your hair and you sit back, making sure to obviously gulp so he knows you swallowed every last drop of him. Leaning forwards, his hand comes to your chin and he moves his mouth so close to your you think he might kiss you but instead he says,

"Good girl." 

You hate the way those two words made you clench your thighs together. You thought the two orgasms were enough but no, you’re ready for more. You need more. 

He’s quick to remove his shirt, and as he lifts his arms his abs flex. You are point-blank gawking at him standing before you, making him smirk. 

That snaps you out of it. Remembering you are sitting here, soaking wet and naked before him. You crawl back on the bed and then realise you have no duvet so you have to pull your knees to your chest and cross your arms over your knees to cover yourself. 

He watches you, laughs and then shakes his head. He then moves, shoving off his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off until they both land on the floor.

"Wh-What are you doing?" You ask stuttering, thinking he should actually be getting dressed to leave.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he asks. 

Can't he ever just give you a simple answer? 

Then you notice how his cock has sprung to life again and his hand moves to touch it. Moving up and down the length as he cracks his neck.

"You're h-hard again?" You stutter, eyes glued to the impressive size of him. 

"I'm always hard for you baby." He winks and for once, it didn't make you want to punch him. 

"Jeno, we can't." You shake your head.

 You’re already way past the line. Sex would destroy the whole scale. Still, the idea of him, his cock inside of you, whispering filthy things in your ear... it isn't something you can ignore. 

"You want it." He says point blankly. 

You gulp and remain silent. He moves onto the bed, kneeling and then crawls towards you until he is over you. His hair has fallen over his eyes — so fucking hot. "I know you want it, why try to deny it?" He cocks his head to the side, smugly.

"I-I'm not." You fidget. 

“Yes, you are." He ducks his head low, burying it in your neck. You feel his warm breath and your heartbeat rackets so loud. "You don't want to want me to fuck you,” His teeth graze your neck, sending you into a panting mess as he sucks and bites. 

He then pulls away and laps at the mark you know is there, the one he put there as a reminder tomorrow when you come to your senses that you did this.

"So I’ll ask again. What do you want?" He looks down at you, plump pink lips swollen and wet from his constant licking and biting them. 

You’re going to let your brothers best friend fuck you. And you’re going to love every second of it.

Not wasting another moment longer to think, you grab hold of his neck and lift your head whilst pulling him to you to smash your lips together. There’s heat, fire, and explosions of electricity. 

Your hands claw at his neck, his back, his sides. Anything to pull him closer. His crotch, his hard cock, grinds against your soaking hole and you groan out whilst continuing to kiss him. Both so desperate for each other. His hands skim down your body, kneading your breasts, your hips. He grabs hold of anywhere and everywhere. 

His lips detach from yours, giving you a moment to see how swollen they are before they're attacking your neck. He peppers kisses along your jaw, not sweet kisses but hard and sloppy kisses. Sucking and biting the skin causing your back to arch into his chest, pushing your breasts against him, making him moan. He thrusts his hips forwards, his cock sliding between your folds, hitting against your clit making you quiver.

"Fuck, we really shouldn't be doing this." He continues kissing you down your neck, reaching your collar bones that he also decides to leave marks on. 

"Jeno please," you cry out. Both of his hands move to your hips to hold you still. 

"Please what baby?" He smirks before moving lower to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck Jeno,” you cry out as he flicks his tongue over the bud, biting it harshly so you cry out again then soothing it with a soft warm suck.

"Please what baby?" He repeats. 

"Fuck me. Now!”

"And what about your brother?" he brings him up again and you roll your eyes. 

"Stop bringing him up," You moan as he takes your other nipple into his mouth, repeating the process.

"He'll kill us if he finds out." he grins.

"Then he can't find out," You pant out of breath as Jeno moves.

His face is so close to yours that your lips are only just touching, his chest is pushed against you and his cock sits lodged between your folds. You try to shift to gain some friction against your clit but his grip holds you still. His eyes flicker across your face then he says,

"I won't tell if you won't?" His lips caress yours in the faintest of movements. You flick your tongue out to wet your lips, but in the process he bites onto your muscle making you wince then moan, "What do you think, huh?” 

There’s no room for discussion — your body won’t let you. 

"I won't tell if you won't."

He doesn't miss a beat once he gets your approval. His lips are on yours as his hips thrust forwards. His cock thrusting inside of you, tearing you open as you pull your mouth away to cry out.

"Holy fuck."

He stills once inside you, making sure to push as far as possible until his pelvis meets your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist instantly.

"You feel so fucking good." He breaks from your kiss to breathe. "I always knew you would but this-" he looks down to where you are connected and he thrusts further, trying to get deeper but he can't possibly. "-this is better than anything I could've imagined." 

"Move, please." You grunt trying to lift your hips to encourage some movement. His eyes fly open, dark and daring. 

"Beg me." He smirks and does a tiny thrust, a teasing thrust.

"Fuck off,” you pant, trying to do it yourself but he uses his hips to pin you to the bed.

"Beg." He smiles and cocks his head to one side. "Me."

You hated his arrogance. But fuck, you want him so bad. So badly that you will beg.

"Please fuck me, Jeno." He pulls out of you and you suck in a deep breath.

"Again." He grins now. 

You can't bear to look at him but looking down means watching as he holds just the tip inside of me.

"Please. Fuck. Me." You pant, half moaning, begging for him. 

He thrusts so hard into you, you wince and moan out in pleasure. He hit so deep inside that you’re sure you’ll bruise.

"Anything for you, Y/N,” he whispers in your ear before sucking and biting on the lobe. 

Then he's pulling out and thrusting into you. Again. And again. And again. Harder and harder each time. Faster and faster. You lose your breath, becoming a big ball of pants and moans — just like  Jeno.

God, the sounds he makes. You’ve never heard someone so vocal before, but fuck it's hot. The small grunts he makes when he fucks you, the groans when you clench around his cock and feel yourself building. He moves his hands under your ass to lift it, plummeting into you from a new angle, going so much deeper.

"Your pussy is so tight. Fuck,” He says between thrusts, and gritted teeth. 

He seems to have found a weak spot right under your ear that has you clenching like mad around his cock. And he loves it. 

"How have you just been there in front of me this whole time? How have I stayed away from you?" He seems to be asking himself because he doesn’t press you for a reply. 

He removes his lips from your neck and sits back on his heels, his cock still inside of you, slowing his thrusts and he lifts your legs up, moving them over his shoulders. His head moves from side to side, placing a soft kiss on each ankle and for one second. You’re dumbfounded as he looks at you, a daring smirk written across his face. 

He wraps his arms around your thighs, locking your legs in a straight position against his chest on either side of his head, and then he begins pounding into you again. However this time, he moves one of his hands to your centre, his thumb moving closer to your clit. You feel how it grazes your nerves. He strums it once. Twice. Three times then you're wriggling around like a mess, back arching off as your orgasm tears through your body and you explode into euphoria. Again.

He rides you through it, fucking you as you clench and squeeze around him. A string of curse words come out of him, you feel him so close but he doesn't cum. He stops stroking your clit as you batted his hand away, you didn't realise you had been clenching the sheets with white knuckles until you relax your hands and feel a cramp in your palm.

Jeno slows his thrusts until he stills inside of you, his chest is moving up and down with each of his heavy breaths. You move your legs off of his shoulders, enjoying the movements as your legs feel strained too.

But as soon as your feet hit the bed, he grabs you and flips you so you land on your stomach. He pulls your hips up and slides into you again.

"Fuck!" You scream as he slams into you unapologetically. One hand holding your hip, the other trails along your back as he begins fucking you from behind. He leans over you, still ploughing, and comes closer to your ear.

"I always wanted to fuck you like this, you are always strutting around showing off, your ass? Do you like teasing me?" 

You don't even know what you like right now. Mind too focused on needed Jeno to fuck you any way he pleased. 

He grins, then shoves your head back down into the mattress, straightening his back and fucks you harder than you think you’ve ever have been before. You couldn't keep up with the movements, head a complete daze from all of the orgasms that he had given you.

You come to a conscious mind when a hard slap lands on your ass, it makes your pussy throb so he does it again, and again, rubbing over the area and soothing it before doing it again. Each time it makes you clench around him. 

"Jeno," you cry out between thrusts.

"Yeah, baby?" His voice sounded so much deeper, which told you he was close. That and the way his thrusts grew random and unstable.

"Want you to cum in me," You moan, clenching the sheets again. 

"I'm not wearing a condom," He grits through his teeth. 

"I'm on the pill,” you manage to say between heavy breaths. You needed him to cum in you now. 

He shakes his head, "Last thing I need is to get my best friend's little sister pregnant." And that was that because he thrust a few more times, then pulls out, and instantly, all over your ass and back you felt a hot liquid splatter about. 

As soon as his grip left your hip you fell straight down onto the mattress, and your body was thankful for it. Everything hurt. He'd destroyed you. Fucked you, well and truly. And you couldn't stop the smile on your face.

"I'll go get a cloth." He said through some heavy breaths then climbed off of the bed and went to your bathroom. He emerged a moment later, used the warm cloth to clean up his mess although you notice him take a minute to look at it.

"Admiring your work?" You asked him through a laugh, he looked at you and shook his head chuckling. 

"Trust me, if I could take a picture I would,” he wipes it away. Then he returned to the bathroom to throw the cloth in the hamper but as soon as he stood in the doorway of you heard three loud knocks on your bedroom door. 

"Y/N? You in there? Have you seen Jeno?" 

You shot up in bed, suddenly not tired or spent. Jeno’s eyes grew wide too.

You lifted your finger to your lips and gestured to Jeno to stay in the bathroom. He didn't hesitate as he shuts the door. 

Jaemin would fucking kill him and you, without a doubt. Only moments ago you had his best friend’s cum covering your ass. 

"One second," you shout,  jumping out of bed and grabbing your T-shirt. Then you rush over to the door, paint on your best sleeping face and yawn whilst opening it. 

"Oh, you were asleep?" Jaemin stood on the other side, hands braced on either side of the door frame.

You fake another yawn. He looks behind you and you turn too, fearful Jeno was standing there but then you spied your duvet cover on the other side of the room. Jamein frowned and looked back to you. 

"I was hot." You shrug. 

"Shit sorry," He quickly says. "I just can't find Jeno anywhere.” 

"He’s your friend not mine.”

"I don’t understand why you two hate each other," He rolls his eyes and you can't help but scoff at the irony. 

Hate wasn’t exactly the word you’d use for the guy that was just 8 inches deep inside of you. 

"Well, he's probably off getting high or fucking some girl.” 

“Better not be in our parent’s bed again,” he huffs, and your eyes go wide. “Fuck, he better not be doing it in my bed either,” he says to himself. 

And with that, he storms away heading for his room. Chuckling, you shut the door and Jeno emerges from the bathroom, a towel now wrapped around his waist and he stands there facing you. 

"That was close."

"Too close." You sigh. 

He dresses himself as you climb back in bed, getting your duvet back on and covering yourself with it. He walks over to the door and pulls it open, peeking outside to check the coast is clear, then once he does he turns to look over his shoulder at you.

"Our secret?" He says.

"Our secret." You nod and he steps out, not looking back and shuts the door.

You lie back on your bed, head falling into your pillows and laugh. 

But then you shake your head processing it all, moving your hand to cover your mouth, looking at the ceiling. 

You just fucked your brother’s best friend.

[additiva]

can u rec some lestappen fanfics pleaseee i feel like i’ve read everything and ur an amazing writer so i trust ur taste (even ones you haven’t read and want to read will do) tyy

Ooh I love this. Also that's so lovely thank you 🤍❤️

Lestappen Fic Rec List

Below the cut.

Ok not an exhaustive list, but here are the ones I remember LOVING.

Some are well known, some less so.

I can't rec any I haven't read yet sorry I'm super picky about the writing style, which you don't know until you get into the fic.

I've tagged some authors, some I couldn't remember their Tumblr names even though I follow them. I'll try to remember to tag them later, but also feel free to do so, if you know them.

Please leave kudos and comment on these fic if you check them out 🤍

I'll try to remember to update the list in future if I can.

Every Other Sunday by Anney

Obviously

Home (is wherever I'm with you) by actparci

Charles leaves Ferrari. There's a million of these, and this is my favourite.

Grapefruit Mignonette by slapshots

Restaurant au. The best of the trope in my opinion though the others are also good.

Set My Midnight Sorrow Free by PrincessElectra

-LOVE this series. Ugh. NOT an au.

Violent delights by grandprix

-ABO. Adore this series esp the second one.

Straight Lines by @alphatinies

Yes. Can't describe just read.

Blood Soaked Gown by sixteenthirtythree

ABO. Friends w benefits. Max is retiring and wants Charles to take his Red Bull seat. Adore it.

Canine teeth in the side of my neck by mintchocolatechip97

Silly! Biting. Don't look directly at me.

If I had words by @formula-fun

ABO. Charles has a miscarriage. Don't let the pregnancy themes scare you, it's perfect. The dynamics are 🫠 I adore this Max 😖

Called to the devil and the devil said hey by @creabirds

Yes. Sticks in my brain like glue.

A life in your shape by weiwuxian

- Max is Batman. This bit, I'll never forget:

But it was what made it fun — being taunted and kissed in the same breath. To fight and fuck and feel worshiped the whole time.

Top of the world (looking down on creation) by eaurouge-sangnoir

Sex worker Charles, virgin Max. 😖

Breathe You In (Like a Vapour) by @fabbyf1

🌶️🌶️❤️❤️

I'll Be Right Beside You by @fabbyf1

Max has amnesia. Charles is perfect.

Curious by LaurawritingF1

Charles is bicurious. Max is happy to help.

Heart Out series by @drivestraight

Girl!Max. Charles is bad at sex, but for some reason Max keeps doing it with him. Underrated. One of my fave series ever. Charles is a simp. He cannot handle Max, but he tries anyway, and I LOVE him.

Panem et circenses by Anney

SO underrated wow. Dystopian future of F1 fic, and like. Wow. Perfect. Wow.

Dirtbag, baby by mondaycore

All of their lestappen. Again, don't look directly at me. Look at the fic instead.

The Skirt by Anonymous

Silly! And short. But I love it.

Says he's going to teach me what fast is by @foggystars

Their lestappen are great but actually this Charlos one is my fave 🤌

And these are not Lestappen. They're Maxiel primarily, which I don't seek out in my life but they're SO perfect it makes me sick. I think anyone would enjoy them. The writing is just perfect.

To the Victor Belong The Spoils by @powerful-owl

Hunger Games AU. Wow the writing. The characterisations. Wow. It's all perfect. Wow. Please read it. You'll love it.

Steal the air out of my lungs by nahco3

Resident doctor au. Both accurate and compelling. Max is so dear to me. And Lewis. Love of my life, ugh.

Leave this blue neighbourhood series by tiredtiredsharl

This whole series I must've read 20 times. Multi-ship, though not Lestappen. Found family. It heals me with every word, it's just 😖😖❤️❤️.

Okay that's it for now. Lmk what you think.

[daemons-not-rogues]

Oddly-specific collections list [AO3]

I use AO3 collections for random niches that I am always looking for new material in - fandom agnostic, just anything that satisfies that *really specific* urge. Sharing because they've always been 'open to public' but recently someone found one and started adding bookmarks and it was SUCH a serotonin boost to get free recs in one of my fave tropes, so I figured it couldn't hurt.

Take it Back [To the Left] Now Y'all: Time travel fics that aren't just 'redo canon but with foreknowledge'. Stories can become entirely new when you take a main character completely outside cannon era, or your time travel gets fucked and they forget the future, or multiple timelines converge into glorious, maddening chaos, etc. etc.

Badass With a Baby: I'm talking literaly BABEEYs here. Like the Mandalorian with Grogu on his hip, but for ALL the fandoms. Gun- and sword-wielding, spell-slinging badasses that do it ALL while protecting an infant (that they may or may not have acquired legally).

Show Stealers: When side characters, or minor characters that are only mentioned like ONCE, or even the author's OCs, completely steal the show. Like, your faves are *there* (maybe. possibly), but they are not MC/hero of this piece. Some authors are just REALLY good at exploring the world beyond the story/hero we know and love. (SWs OCs sub-collection)

Real Heros Have Toebeans: The protag is a cat. That's it, that's the requirement. Could be an animal transformation AU, or a case of reincarnation as a cat (or coeurl, or other magical/mythical feline, etc.) - as long as the MC/hero can PURR, dammit.

Rainbow Fandom Bridges: I had never interacted with the Naruto fandom in my life until I read one of llamallamaduck's crossovers (with GOT in that case). I'd played Mass Effect and FFXV but never seen the Kingsglaive movie or played Assasin's creed so never read their fic or until I stumbled across Esama's and Blackkat's crossovers. Generally, these are works where a foreign fandom character is imported into a different world, rather than whole fusions: just those works that serve as perfect bridges into a new fandom for first-time readers.

Evil Overlords get REKT: Sometimes you just need to read about a win, and it's more satisfying with a side of violence. For stories where the evil overlord or megalomaniacal villian gets what's coming to them - whether that's an ignominious death from a third party that everyone can point and laugh at, or some canon-typical violence in the form of grisly torture, this one is for stories where the big-bad gets got REAL good.

(PS I would love to hear what specific AUs/tropes you can't get enough of, and if you keep any lists for them! Maybe I know of something that fits!)

[alexas-fandom-and-random-blog]

Parents were once again like "oh but Death is way too scary for the kids, the movie is no good" and once again I find myself so miffed about this mindset!

Kids love scary and challenging things in cartoons! Do parents forget their childhood as soon as they get kids of their own? When I was 10 my fave film was Notre Dame. I even understood the implied torture scene and what the crushing of those ants represented after and was so freaked out by Frolo but was utterly overjoyed to see him defeated!

My fave book was a greek one where the entire theme was Cat genoside with no filter whatsoever through the Narration of the Last black cat a.k.a book title that sees all of this unfold. (He's not really the last and there's a happy ending but you don't know that till the end) Baby's first holocaust book essentially and still impactful.

Think of warrior cats or redwool but like no magic just how society can reach from discrimination and superstition to mass murder and unjustifiable cruelty to the innocent. It's still my most read book by all time since I was 7.

Coraline scared the shit out of me when I was 11 but her bravery against such a powerful opponent spoke to me like no other thing and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Wanted to watch again and again.

No Disney princess and pretty safe colorful worlds spoke to me like Misses Brisby from the dark as hell environment she had to navigate in Secret of Nihm. She was my role model and hero.

Kid's films should be dark. To teach things through "real" adversity and not cookie cutter problems. I guarantee many kids will think of Puss overcoming someone as powerful and scary as Death as empowerment for them too.

And not all kid's films are for all demographics. If you have a toddler under five or a more sensitive older kid who can't understand or handle it yet, do your research and show them something lighter. Do your job and parent properly!

And news flash, the 10-15 demographic who are still pretty much kids won't be entertained forever by inane colorful drivel. Movies and a cartoons are an excellent way to introduce heavier themes to them in controlled environments.

They are really not doing any favors to your kids by coddling them. Childish innocence lasting this long is such a selfish myth us adults want to preserve but kids aren't innocent, they are just inexperienced and not letting them learn how to approach life via fiction or example is plain bad parenting!

A film showing Death scary and imposing as he is, showing panic attacks and shameful feelings of succumbing to fear but still finding the strength through bonds with others and learning to face the problem is downright important to your kid's development!

I'd argue even more important its to learn how to deal with mortality. Anxieties manifest way earlier than you think. And presenting everything sugarcoated feels to a kid like the lies they are.

Kids are smart. And shouldn't be treated like cute mindless dolls in the first place.

I'm hella pleased Puss is killing it in the box office and proving all these incompetent Karens wrong lemme tell you ☺️

[ensignsenna]

Oh no, you guys, it's Cavendish

Hold on to your hats everyone. Look who came up next:

So this is going to be a long one. You have been warned. :D

You know that thing where characters which have a complex personality but one or two very strong character quirks sometimes get boiled down to basically just those quirks? I rarely read much Cavendish stuff because it feels like he's hit with this harder than most characters in One Piece.

It's easy to see why. Boy is that self-obsessed pretty-boy side of him VERY prominent. It is a very funny bit most of the time and I get how it's the most memorable part of the guy's character. The assuming people are fans. The apparent obsession with beauty and appearances.

It's good.

But personally, I love his whole European (and especially British/Arthurian) schtick. More than being a vainglorious dude, Cavendish feels to me like a take on the White Knight archtype from mythology. He literally rides in on a white horse, hails from a kingdom whose name is obviously  French, has a main motif of roses which are tied in with both British heraldry and the whole concept of courtly love (which also fits, in that women around him are just Catching Feelings every time he walks past, but he never actually does anything more than pay lip service to it and occasionally sign autographs or do favors, as with Luffy). He wields a weapon from a French epic. I mean, come on ... one of his attacks is literally Round Table.

I tend to think of him like the One Piece equivalent of like ... Galahad, the "perfect knight." IIRC Galahad was also sent away from his home, though as a baby and not because all the ladies wanted him to put a ring on it. He rode into Camelot and was like immediate the best knight, good and pure and strong and capable of actually finding the Holy Grail and everybody stood up and clapped, etc.

So let's imagine that's Cavendish -- the "perfect knight" -- but he's not in a grand pseudo-historical epic. He's in One Piece. And what would happen if a perfect knight were being told all the time in a world like One Piece how great he is? He'd absolutely get a hilariously inflated ego. Trying to stay humble in the face of names like  the Genius Swordsman? The Pirate Prince? Having your renown quickly spread all across the seas? And all that after being so handsome that your kingdom had to literally kick you out to prevent a national crisis? Of course he feels like the star of the whole thing. Everyone's been telling him for years that he is!

So yeah, play up his vanity and his self-obsession, and his occasional short-sightedness. All of those are great and funny. But also remember that he's also a great knight. He had the guts to tell everyone in the arena to STFU and STFD when they were being shits to Rebecca, even though he couldn't have known for sure it wouldn't lose him the adoration he so craves. He gives his word and keeps it, time and again, even in dangerous situations. He put himself in harm's way to protect people, even some who are strangers or who he even has (petty) reason to hate.  He's a strong enough swordsman that he's earned himself an epitaph that make even Marines wary, and while the choreography of Dressrosa is all over the place, he does live up to that epitaph late in the arc.

He's a clown. But he's not just a clown. Even if his clownishness make it easy to forget that sometimes.

(And that's all before we even talk about Hakuba.)

So that's my rant. Have I overthought this? Yes. Is most of this intended? No, probably not. And might I have totally mistook some things? Sure, it's been a while since I was  studying all this stuff in school. But that's what happens when one of your faves is a glorified extra. :D

[arsenalgbt]

I cannot write the stripper Ben fic but I can let it consume me. Wrote a little bit today, I don't know what it is but I'm obsessed, I see this au so clearly

"He requested you" Kalvin told him, swirling a cloth around the glass he was pretending to polish. They didn't work in an establishment classy enough to attract the kind of patrons that cared about clean glasses but their boss liked to pretend they did so Kalvin did the same "Why'd you sent the kid?"

"Fabio needs more practice" Ben told Kalvin, reaching over the bar to pick up a glass and the bottle of vodka that Kalvin hadn't put back yet. He poured himself a quick shot and necked it at a speed that impressed the bartender, Kalvin was hypnotized by the movement of Ben's Adam's apple as he swallowed, dirty thoughts swarming his mind "Plus he's hardly a kid, he's only two years younger than me"

"He seems younger" Kalvin mused and Ben nodded. Fabio's slender frame did make him seem much younger, a lot of the customers who requested him for private dances seemed to love that fact. Ben wondered how Willo would feel about it, if he'd like Fabio more than he liked him. Ben didn't know why he felt jealous at such a thought. Willo had spent ten minutes talking about his school teacher fiancé the last time he had paid for Ben's attention and that hadn't bothered him as much as the idea of Willo liking Fabio "It's nice of you, looking out for him like that"

"Its really not' Ben shook his head, pouring another shot of vodka in the hopes the buzz woild make him forget Willo. It was a Wednesday night meaning the mumbling scottish man who couldnt make eye contact with Ben till he had downed his third drink would come in. Maybe Ben would give him a free dance tonight, ease his conscious for continuously charging Willo double. He was surprised the owner Jorginho had yet to question him for the extra money on the books "You know me Kal, I'm as pretty as as I am selfish"

"Then you must be the most selfish man in London"

"Then you must be the most selfish man in London"

-💙🤍 KT anon

YO WHAAAAAAT??????????? TWO (2) STRIPPER!BEN FICS IN ONE DAY??????????????

YOOOOOOOOOOO my good deeds writing arsenalmpreg been rewarded by the rpf gods yoooooooooo kt anon!!!!!

FABIO

these two queens taunting new meat the serious, reading glasses wearing, office worker fantasy specialist, jurrien iktr

fucking hell dude.............. ben x Fabio duo..... please tell me u have seen Fabio's dancarina video.... my kryptonite...... idw to link the video cuz I always get so scared by Fabio's potent twinkyness like............ u get me..................

KALVIN

OWNER JORGINHO. U KNOW THE DEAL YEAH? reissy as his fave employee....... Jorginho being so overprotective of his most prized meat........... you KNEW I will demand---I mean ask to put reiss in this... oh wow

willo as ben's regular............................ my baby darling.................. not the groom then. came once and couldn't resist..................

free dance for stressed repressed kieran

damn

keep them coming yo!!!!

[myers-meadow]

Writer of mine, I’m screaming without the s at how you turned my lil ol silly idea into something so beautiful!!! Actually love you rn. I love being able to talk about Otis with someone who understands

work has been tiring, but talking about Otis always gives me energy.

also

WHEEZING

HE KNOWS. uhhg, imagine baby complaining to otis, basically spilling out that when your with baby, you talk about otis a bit more than you used to

:((

“Otis! I need you to stop distractin my friend! Hey! Look at me! Let me paint your nails! No, no stop staring at otis! I don’t care how hot you think he is!”

otis would probably be so cocky about that and, uebejehnnng that’s just so hawt ❎-

🥰🥰🥰 I'm so glad you liked it!!

I'm sorry work has been tiring, but I get it. We deserve to come to our doting lover, Otis, who makes us forget all about the day... 👀

I'm so glad to have kind ppl like you who make me feel less alone in my Otis brainrot💜 it's honestly the best thing about writing these fics 🥺 for that; thank you!

Ah, but imagine how annoyed Baby would be with this entire situation. On one hand there's you, who is too easily distracted for her liking; and now wants to stay in more, in hopes of running into him. She'll complain the most about not going out as much anymore, and tries getting Otis along - which is a smart compromise. (Otis menacingly eying every person who even dares glance at you)

And on the other, there's Otis, who can't even fucking shut up on a normal day. He goes being from smug about it: "you saw how they kept looking at me during dinner? Couldn't take their eyes off me😏", to "is your friend single? They better be", to "they looked so hot suckin' that ice pop👀" *writes your fave flavour on the grocery list*.

And all that - while not even getting together for the longest time?!? You both drive her insane 😩.

Behind the scenes I have some more Otis fics brewing, one of which is a Baby's best friend one ^^.

Have you read this fic by @slashingdisneypasta? It was one the first Otis fics I read and it still and forever sticks out to me because it's just that good. It also is about being Baby's bestie ^^

Stay safe out there, friend! And have a wonderful weekend!! 🥰💜💕

[flavia-draws]

I am ridiculously late to the Progtober party, so the first 10 will be all one post.

1. How(e) did you first get into prog music? Everybody asks this, so I've gotten very adept at telling the story. It all started when I got the book Ready Player One for Christmas, 2019. That book, full of Rush references, got me into Rush at around the time COVID hit. I stayed obsessed with Rush until early 2021, when I got into Yes, and then it just exploded from there with Tumblr's help.

2. Baby's first prog memories THERE ARE SO MANY so I'm just going to make a list.

Sitting up and squealing the first time I listened to 2112 on headphones (before I started flapping, I used to squeal all the time at prog things).

Reading poignant YouTube comments about Neil Peart's death.

Downloading the rest of the Rush discography (I started with 2112, Moving Pictures, and Signals), then going on an unexpected trip (very long story that I will not tell here) before getting the chance to put it on my music player, then returning home and immediately listening to Grace Under Pressure and Power Windows.

(Writing that out, though, I realized that the way it actually went was I went in order, starting with the self-titled debut, so forget that last part I guess.)

Lying in bed listening to Power Windows.

Listening to half of Hold Your Fire in bed the night before Election Day, then pausing it because I decided to get up, go online, and RSVP for a last-minute campaigning thing an environmentalist group was doing. (I won't say who it was for because then people could figure out where I live, but I will tell you they didn't win.) I then decided I wasn't going to finish listening to the album until after the election.

Which meant I didn't finish it until the following Sunday, when Biden was declared the winner.

Elaine (remember her?) making so much noise I couldn't focus on In The Court.

Being so affected by "Heart of the Sunrise" I couldn't focus on Elaine.

Watching Yessongs videos with the sound off because I didn't have my headphones and didn't want to wake people up but I was still in love with Jon Anderson.

3. Prog band you thought was big but isn't There are probably so many of these too because I generally tend to think prog bands are less obscure than they are, but I do often get surprised when people don't talk about the Strawbs. Someone did think a drawing I did of Robert Fripp was Dave Cousins, though, so maybe they aren't the best example.

4. Prog band you thought was obscure but isn't This is hard! I don't have the opposite problem very much! I do remember thinking Rush was more obscure than they are, though.

5. Your top ten Big™ prog bands Pink Floyd. Uhhhh...Genesis? Does Genesis count? *looks around at posters* I don't know. Unless you want to argue that the Beatles are prog, which I don't really...howe big is Big? Does ELP count? If they count, doesn't Yes count? See, my sense of obscurity is skewed because the bands I grew up on varied in their levels of obscurity so much from Tiger Trap to the Roches to 80s Genesis to the freaking Beatles to local artists I don't want to mention for fear of people figuring out where I live.

Okay, let's say Pink Floyd, Kate Bush, Genesis, and no one else. Top three, in no order.

6. Songs you wish were 20 minute prog ballads I wish Firth of Fifth (by Genesis) was longer. It made me fall in love with Tony Banks. Yes, I know it's something like 11 minutes already, but I do not care! Wonderous Stories (by Yes)! It could have used a nice instrumental interlude or something!

8. Fave five prog albums of all times Making me pick five? You are cruel, Keef, cruel. 😂 ... Okay, okay, okay... Selling England by the Pound - Genesis Lizard - King Crimson Tales From Topographic Oceans - Yes Barrett - Syd Barrett (Okay, this one isn't exactly prog rock, but someone* called it "progressive acid folk," which is close enough for me.) Still - Pete Sinfield (If someone wishes to contest my blorbo-claim to Pete, this someone may unblock me and present his case. No, I'm sorry, that's a joke. The other fervent Sinfield-lover gets Pete, and I will be respecting his unwillingness to interact with me.)

*Wait, that was me.

9. Least favorite prog songs/albums/bands and why Well, Love Beach, to be sure. Except "Canario" and "Memoirs of an Officer and a Gentleman," the latter of which is a fucking underrated 20-minute prog suite, people. (Also, did anyone notice that Peter Sinfield's actually referencing a line in his earlier song "The Song of the Sea Goat" about officers and gentlemen?) "The Gambler" isn't half bad either, but the first three songs (I can't remember what "For You" is like) are lyrically so distasteful to me that I can't notice anything I might like about the music.

Other than that, I don't know. I like 90125 fine, but I'd probably like it more if it wasn't by the same band that was making prog epics the previous decade. Didn't stop me from flapping like crazy when Owner came on the radio at a restaurant one time, though. (And then "Another Brick In The Wall part 2"! Definitely some of the best prog luck I've ever had.)

I've only listened to Going For The One once in its entirety, but I remember not being so in love with it. (Strangely, I love Tormato.) "Wonderous Stories" is fantastic, though, and I've heard some great things about "Awaken" (from Rick Wakeman, to be fair, but still), so perhaps I'll give it another try.

10. Proggers with uncontainable fashion drip This one deserves a fanart. I will be editing the post with something suitable shortly.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Hi there! for the sentence starters could we please get Lee! Peter 1 and lers! P2 and 3? Maybe, “ahaw, no way! Your little tummy is ticklish?” Pfff I thought it’d be cute, ur a super good writer!

(Awww! Thank you Anon ☺️ I'm so glad you like the stories ❤️ Peter 2 and 3 picking on Peter 1 is a fave of mine and I'm thankful to be able to write them all together :) Hope you enjoy!)

"Ahaw, no way! You're little tummy is ticklish?"

Peter 1 blushed. "Shush!"

"No can do Squirt." Peter 3 teased as he wiggled a finger under Peter 1's chin. "Youwr juwst sow cuwte!"

Peter 1 turtled. "Ihm nohot thohough!"

"Are you kidding?" Peter 2 added as he started scribbling across his youngest brother's stomach. "Youw're the cuwtest thing we've evewr seen."

One squeaked and shot his hands down to grab Peter 2's wrists.

Two smirked. "Oh . . . Is your tummy really ticklish?"

"N-noho!"

Peter 2 slowly wiggled his fingers across Peter 1's tummy. "I think it is."

Peter 1 blushed even harder and he couldn't stop giggling. "Duhuhude!"

Another finger started tracing his abs. "And look at these abs. I bet they're super tickly."

Peter 1 squealed and moved one hand over to grab Peter 3's wrists. All of their teasing tickled him even more!

"You're right Three, they are super tickly."

"How many do you think he has? We should probably count them."

"Dohont cohount thehem!"

"One . . . two . . . three--."

"THREEEEE!" Peter 1 snorted.

Both older brothers cooed at the sound.

"Youwre juwst full of cuwte tickwy sounds."

"Nahat cuhute!"

"Stop lying!"

"Ihm not!"

Suddenly, a finger wiggled into Peter 1's belly button and Two's innocent voice asked, "What does this button do?"

Peter 1 squealed and erupted into the loudest giggles yet.

"Oh my gosh it's a giggle button!"

"No way! You have an actual giggle button! How come you never told us!"

"Ihi dihidnt knohow!"

"Well now you do," Peter 2 added.

"Gehet ohout-eeeeh!"

"But I have to get all the giggles out."

Peter 1 gently pushed on Peter 2's wrist and snorted. "No yohou dohon't!"

Two had mercy on the youngest and stopped tickling the youngest's belly button.

"You're so cute, we just have to tickle you."

One scowled. "How does that make any sense?"

Two poked him. "In older brother reasoning it does."

Peter 1 flinched and giggled.

"Aww, you look just like a little kid." Peter 3 teased.

"You know what games you usually play with kids?"

"What might that be Two?"

Peter 2 started poking random spots on Peter 1's stomach. "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can."

Peter 1 flinched and giggled at each poke. A dark blush bloomed from his cheeks to his ears. "Shuhut uhup! Ihm nohot fihive!"

"I know this one!" Three exclaimed as he ran his fingers up and down Peter 1's tummy. "Roll it."

"Guhuhuys!"

Two drummed his fingers into One's tummy. "Pat it."

"Hehey!"

Three used his finger to draw a B. "Mark it with a B."

"Cohome ohon!"

Two leaned down. "Can't forget to add a raspberry."

One squealed as he blew.

Three then wiggled a finger into the youngest's belly button. "Then we put it in the oven for baby, Peter 2, and me!"

One pushed at Three's hand. "Gehet ohout ohof there!"

Three lifted his finger with a chuckle. "Your giggle button is really ticklish."

One's cheeks burned bright red. "Don't call it thahat!"

"Too late," Two warned. "Already been changed."

Peter 3 absent-mindedly scratched his face as he chuckled with Peter 2. He was trying to grow out his facial hair and for the past few days his face had been itchy. Many of his coworkers had been teasing him about how young he looked so he thought he could stop the teasing by growing it out. Now he just wanted to shave it because it was aggrevating his skin.

A lightblub clicked on in Three's head and he smirked down at his younger brother.

One's eyes widened. "W-w-whahat?"

Three playfully leaned down. "I want you to tell me how my beard is coming in."

"Ihit looks g-greheat man."

Three shook his head and chuckled. "This test has nothing to do with looks. It has to do with feeling."

"F-feheeling?"

Three looked down at Peter 1's tummy.

The youngest was so confused until he watched Peter 3's head dip down.

"Wait!"

Peter 3 nuzzled in to his tummy and Peter 1 screamed.

Two leaned back a little. "Wow! Ihi think you killed him."

One bucked and wiggled in Peter 3's hold. He placed a hand on the back of Three's head. "KNOHOCK IHIT OFF!"

"Hold on, I have to try our cake first."

"What!"

Three moved to One's side and pretended to take a bite while adding in chewing noises.

Needless to say, One was in stitches. "MERCY!"

Three chuckled and lifted his face, carefully disentangling his hair from Peter 1's grip. "Gotta let go bud."

One finally let go of his hair. While he took a moment to catch his breath, Peter 2 smiled. One looked about 10 years younger with his cheeks a vibrant shade of red and his eyes shinning with mirth. The inner child that had to grow up way too fast.

The child that deserved to be a child.

"So," Peter 3 piped up, breaking the reverie, "how would you rate my beard?"

Peter 1 playfully pushed his face. "A shahave!"

Peter 2 wheezed at the expression on Peter 3's face. "Sounds like he's ready for more. What do you say Three?"

"Oh, he needs it after insulting my masterpiece!"

One gulped and giggled nervously. "Uhum . . ."

Two gently stroked his hair. "What do you say bud? Up for one more round?"

"Uhuhum. . ."

"It's up to you."

The youngest paused before giving a small nod.

Three playfully poked his younger brother. "You better believe it'll be a good one after the beard comment."

Instead of a verbal response, One blew a raspberry back at his older brother.

The taller Spiderman couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Hey Three?" Two smirked. "I think your raspberries could use some work."

The taller Spiderman put a hand to his chest. "Me? I'm a much better raspberry giver than you!"

"Well good thing we have the cutest judge right here to tell who is better."

Both brothers turned to the youngest who stared at them with wide eyes. "Uh-oh."

Two leaned down. "Watch how a real raspberry expert does it."

One squealed as a raspberry was blown into his side. "NAHAHA!"

"Pfft! That was weak! Let me show you how it's done!"

The two alternated raspberries back and forth until Peter 1 was in stitches and snorts.

"IHI---I CAHAHANT!"

"Aw. He can't decide."

Two playfully leaned down. "Are you calling a tie?"

One immediately covered his stomach with his arms. "Yehes *hic*! Noho more."

Three ruffled Peter 1's hair. "Fine. We'll settle for a tie."

Peter 1 groaned and covered his eyes. "Yohou guhuys *hic* ahare embarrahassihing."

Two raised an eyebrow. "Funny you should say that."

"Why?"

Two grinned. "You never told us to stop."

One curled up even smaller. "Shush!"

Three plopped next to his brother. "One of these days you'll stop using moody teenager speak and actually say the words thank you."

One groaned and remained hidden.

Meanwhile, Peter 2 eased himself down to lay on One's other side. "And maybe one of these days you'll actually see how adorable you are."

"For now, we'll keep telling you until you believe it."

Both brothers turned to Peter 1 and waited for a response.

Three sat up a little. "One?"

When Peter 2 gently pulled back his brother's hands, their hearts melted. Peter 1 was fast asleep between his two brothers.

Peter 2 gently laid down the youngest's arms back down before dropping a kiss on the youngest's forehead. "Night Pete."

Three placed a kiss on the other side of his forehead. "We love you."

No matter how old Peter 1 got or how many trials he faced, he would always be their adorable baby brother

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

My 5 Favorite Fics

I woke up to like bazillion notifications so here you go, girlies!!!! Thanks for tagging me @ambeauty @escapism-through-imagination @ambelle

1. Wicked Game

You know I gotta put this baby up first. My numero uno. My favorite child. My pride and joy. A passion project me and @wonderbatwayne worked our asses off on - shout out to the Queen herself, the best writing partner a fangirl could ask for, a total writing witch and mf GENIUS, I couldn't have done this without you!!!! 8 weekends in a row filled with writing so hardcore our keyboards were burning and days in between filled with brainstorming, screaming, planning. I still have all the notes. I will never forget this expierence. That opening scene of chapter one, fancy party, meeting new business partners and their ballerina daughter, this concept has been in my head for a year before this. Something along the lines of Dick ending up in a different universe but I couldn't figure out the details so I put it in the back drawer of my mind and let it rest until the right time came. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would turn into this huge, heavy, emotional, beautiful story of love, protection, passion and parenthood. It will stay in my heart forever.

2. Careful What You Wish For

I love coming back to it and rereading it mostly because of the softness of the piece but also because I think it was my first fix idea for s2 that made the most sense and it was something that was ridiculously easy to incorporate in the season without changing the canon. The idea of Dick accidentally stumbling upon Rachel and Kory after he escaped from prison just couldn't leave me alone.

3. Comfort Hoodie

I have to honor this one because I've been told by many people that this is their Comfort FicTM and like.... I'm honored. I'm crying. Thank you, guys. It was comfort for me too, written during that long ass hiatus between s2 and s3 and I was missing my father-daughter duo rrrreal hard, the withdrawal was torture. So I channeled all of this and dropped it on my baby girl because that's the kind of gal I am 🤣

4. Can't Fight The Moonlight

The freshest out of the oven! Still hot! Not my first smut piece but this definitely counts as my Smut Awakening and that is why it's one of my favorites!!! @ambeauty started crying like a proud momma because of this 🤣 I love you!!! One of the spiciest, raunchiest scenes I've written to date (and I ain't done yet, ladies, just sayin') plus all the Graysonfam chaos and humor you could ask for!!! At first I just wanted DK to dress up and fuck at a fancy party but then I thought, why not lace it with a reason and a bit of backstory and some PLOT. That's how the idea of them trying for a baby and struggling came to me. Plus, that Chaotic Siblings sideplot wouldn't be so dope without the help of my ladies @escapism-through-imagination @meetmeunderthestarrynight @ambeauty

5. Fireplace Insomnia

This one is tiny and soft and cuddly but it was exactly what I needed at the time I wrote it and that's why it's one of my faves. I was in a hospital, not even 24h after my back surgery. I felt like shit, I was bored out of my mind, I couldn't move out of bed (or move in general). So I grabbed my phone, opened a google doc and and scribbled it down, successfully forgeting about the pain and my current situation. It might not be the most perfect piece technically speaking, but I love it very much!!!

Two things I realized while making this post - how the fuck have I already written 54 works for Titans??!!! I think I was possessed or something. And it's incredibly hard to pick just 5 out of them. Do not recommend 🤣

Tagging @undertheknightwing @wonderbatwayne @legendsofentity if you find the time and energy, the girlies are curious 😄😊

[piracytheorist]

The "without any explanation" also encompases their meeting. Like, sure, 'it was all an act! Ethan so dumb' As some fans say! But at what point did Heisenberg tell Ethan any of this? He has piles of manila folders on his desk, all the photos and the 'truth hurts doesn't it' as if Ethan knew anything

No 'hey dude Miranda would have had both our heads if I didn't run you through with metal or put you in the gauntlet had to put on a good show!''also i painted a lot of sht that could be useful for you, the guns the ammo yknow' yeah tell the traumatized dude that steamrolled your siblings you wanna use his baby

I love Karl he's my fave right after Ethan but good lord the whole game is miscomunication galore XD

I actually doubt what Heisenberg did was for show. I think he was just testing Ethan. It's the same thing with sending him to the Stronghold and having him fight whole hordes of lycans and then Urias, instead of outright giving him his flask. I don't think Heisenberg feared Miranda would come for him if he had just done that (realistically we know she wouldn't because the Lords dying was all in her plan, but Heisenberg didn't know that, but still). And even if we accept the possibility that it was him giving Ethan stuff (which doesn't make much sense, because there were a shit ton of stuff that appear when you drain the water at Moreau's place, like, what did Heisenberg do, did he wade in the bottom of the dirty swamp to leave Ethan goodies and item boxes? Or did he do it in the couple of minutes it took for Ethan to drain the water and then reach that place? And also why would he bother giving Ethan boxes in his factory, after throwing Ethan to his death?) (I mean I understand the whole yellow paint thing but... I don't think the developers wanted us to think Heisenberg left us all those boxes. It's just that they use yellow paint for everything important in the game, and one of those things happen to be Heisenberg's dramatic signs that lead Ethan to the Stronghold. I don't think it means that everything yellow painted was done by Heisenberg, it doesn't make that much sense. Now the lock that contains the jack handle and the automatic handgun, yeah, that one's pretty obvious, though again, he has magnetic powers... he could've just moved the tractor out of the way for Ethan instead of trapping the way out and giving him a hint to solve it, but again he was testing him) Heisenberg is still... pretty psychotic. In that scenario, he "helps" Ethan by giving him supplies and ammo, and then he forces him to go through even more lycans and one lycan boss in order to get the last flask, instead of directly handing it over to him. That's... the opposite of helping.

"Do that, and you pass."

It was a test, and he had no qualms admitting it was one. He wanted Ethan's assistance, and wanted to see if he was strong enough to join him in his fight against Miranda. He couldn't do with giving him the easy way out, could he? So he had to see if Ethan could survive the Stronghold. If he could do that, then perhaps with him and Rose, he could also survive Miranda. Like I see people talk about Heisenberg "helping" Ethan and I'm like ARE Y'ALL FORGETTING THE STRONGHOLD. Are y'all forgetting that the game has one extra boss fight because Heisenberg was too messed up to realize what "help" means?? And that's Heisenberg's entire point as a character. He's messed up. Miranda messed him up. And continuing the cycle of abuse, the same way Miranda treated him like a piece of meat, he treats Ethan like a piece of meat. Like, tragic villain does not necessarily mean redeemable villain. True, many of the latter are the former as well, but it's not vice versa in any fucking way. And it's perfectly fine to make up AUs where he is redeemable. Love those AUs. Cherish those AUs. Do not treat those AUs as canon.

And with that in mind, how could he ever hope to convince Ethan to join him? The one thing on Heisenberg's mind is to break free from Miranda's control. It's been his sole purpose for decades, and he's been so consumed by it he's forgotten how people actually work. Miranda fucked up any definition of love he might've had developed by the point she took him. He does not understand Ethan's love for Rose, maybe, in a tragic way, because no-one tried to save him the way Ethan did for Rose (or if they did, they didn't survive Miranda). Everyone is a hero in their own story - and Heisenberg even calls himself a freedom fighter, to further emphasize that point. So when Ethan comes marchin' in, Heisenberg of course thinks Ethan will be delighted to join him in his rebellion, because, come on, Ethan! You and your daughter can help set me free and get rid of Mirander with one stone! It's so easy! You'll do something good in this world, and you're a good person, so you'll say yes, right? But again, he doesn't understand Ethan's position, nor is he able to. So he throws "Let's use Rose, moments after she comes back from being kidnapped and dismembered!" and thinks it'll work.

His dynamic in the game is interesting because, despite having the same goal as Ethan/the player (defeating Miranda), he's a polar opposite in terms of emotional development and the two paths end up clashing. And it's because of the core of his character that this happens. Making up a scenario where Ethan joins Heisenberg would need a complete change of Heisenberg's character, where he's actually compassionate, watching from the sidelines and hoping Ethan will survive - not because he wants him as a sidekick, but because he actually wants him to reunite with his daughter - and when the opportunity arises, he can offer his help and actually fucking negotiate whether they will weaponize a six-month-old baby.

Like again, I'm not condemning Heisenberg, but... he'd need a shit ton of help and emotional support to reach the point I described. And Ethan had no responsibility over that, and he had to prioritize Rose when Heisenberg wanted to use her. Tragic? Yes, that's the whole point with all four Lords. Redeemable? Not so much.

Oof. Sorry I unloaded all this on you, but I have so many thoughts on the re8 fandom and like, I understand not taking it too seriously. I understand the meme of "Heisenberg unloading all his trauma on Ethan while Ethan's like -_- I just want my daugher back -_-". There's even fanart I've enjoyed of Heisenberg leaving messages in yellow paint just to mess (and flirt!) with Ethan. And everyone will adopt the interpretation they choose to have, and that's what's cool with fandom in the first place! But there's so many "Hurr durr Ethan should've taken Heisenberg's deal" comments that sounds like people actually mean it and I'm like. No. You have poor reading comprehension skills. Or biased because Daddy Magneto hot. Which I don't blame you for but the number of times I've seen the above comment pop up in so many places is... annoying.

[angel-anoetic]

Helloooo~ I got interested after I read your DadSparklez, and was wondering if you could do the Captain and Reader giving up Tubbo to Philza? Those two have honestly been some a' my faves! Thanks!

hi there! sorry for taking a bit to get back to this request but here it is and i hope you enjoy it!

Dont forget to like to save and reblog to share!

c! Captain Sparklez x gn! Reader - What is Lost

genre: angst, Dad Sparklez, giving Tubbo to Phil

warnings: giving away a child, lost/found family

masterlist <3

It's hard to explain the type of pain that comes when losing a child. Only once you've gone through it will you ever truly know how it feels. And of course, there is the true loss of a child, and the knowledge that the child is not lost, only rather hidden away for any reason.

How can one be expected to simply give up their baby, one they raised for such a short period of time?

Y/n had been searching for this answer for a long time. Ever since the Captain had come home and asked them about the decision they had to face: Get Tubbo a home where he'd be truly happy or keep home to not only them but the danger that lingered so close.

"I can't believe you're seriously asking me to consider giving him to Phil. My heart literally breaks at the thought of it Jordon!" You clutched a sleeping Tubbo tightly against your chest. His hair glistened in the light of the fireplace, soft breaths filling the tense silence of the room.

"I know. Trust me this isn't any easier for me than it is for you darling." He walked over, gently placing his hand on Tubbo's head, looking you intently in the eyes. "Look, we know Phil. Phil...he's a great dad, and he knows how to protect Tubbo in ways we couldn't imagine. This is going to be hard. But we'll never lose sight of him okay? We can ask Phil to see him, take him every so often. It'll be an adjustment, but we'll get through it."

You allowed the tear to brim your eyes doing your best to keep them from falling.

"Alright."

That night you held Tubbo extra close to you, his soft hands at one point resting against your cheeks, a sign you took graciously.

The next day you made your way to Phil's house, Tubbo on your left and Jordon on your right. You wanted to start getting Tubbo ready for the transition from your and Jordon's home to Phil's.

The wind blew, piercing at your skin, but Phil opened his door with a wide smile, quickly ushering you inside. He turned on a pot of tea then sat with you in the living room, calling the boys to come to play with Tubbo. Once they'd disappeared into Tommy's room, Phil turned to you.

"How you holding up mate?"

"As good as I can..." You said quietly.

Jordon placed his hand on yours, "We're doing our best Phil. Mind if I discuss the plan with you again?"

"Not at all."

"I'm going to go check on the kids." You gave your best smile and walked over to the room where the boys were. Wilbur and Techno were wrestling while Tommy cheered them on. Tubbo sat in the corner watching, smiling, and laughing. You walked over and sat next to him, snuggling him close to your side.

"How you doing darling?"

"Good. What are Mr.Phil and dad discussing?"

"Oh just...things." He nodded and turned back to the fight at hand.

"Hun, you know that I and dad love you right? And that everything we do is for the best, especially when it comes to you?"

He nodded again, offering a small smile. "Yeah."

That night when you got home and Tubbo and Captain were snoring next to you, you reflected the conversation. Maybe Tubbo hadn't even really understood the conversation. But you did, and you knew that maybe in a few years when he questioned everything he would at least have something to look back on and consider.

[allyouzombies]

tscu (taylor swift cinematic universe) for the blorbo fandom meme?

Send me a fandom and I'll tell you my (nonsensical):

Okay anon you're hilariously brilliant because I have to personify songs and concepts and I'm deliriously tired. So this is gonna be special and quite unclear l m a o

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

The Last Time. She's so dramatic? She couldn't leave well enough alone (heyyoo) so she had to bring in an under-appreciated angst peddler like Gary-Lightbody-Of-Snow-Patrol. Y'know, Mr. "Would you lie with me about just forget the world?" Sir "Light up light up as if you have a choice." Literally I have the "OHohOHoh"-s playing on repeat in my head every second of the day. I could write essays about them and I probably WILL because I cannot be normal about The Last Blorbo.

And also DBATC but I'm too tired to give her the textual breakdown she deserves so just know she makes mr want to die like all good faves

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Mine like HOW can anyone not want to eat rebar in an adorational way when listening to it?? YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH A CARELESS MAN'S CAREFUL DAUGHTER HELLO???? I project Very Hard onto it! I am a careless (wo)man's careful daughter!! It's such a stupid song and my entire heart also

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

BETTE DAVIS EYES COVER MY BELOVED!!! PLS??!?! So I love Bette Davis Eyes. So fucking much. I have a playlist of all the covers of the song I could find. Taylor's cover is probably my third favorite with Brandon Flowers's (lead singer of The Killers) version at number 1 because god it's so beautiful and then Sexton Blake's at number 2 because something about how the guy sings it is so sensual yet sleazy?? I love it omfg but anyway yeah Taylor's cover is just so Quintessentially Her and everybody should go worship it.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

That time she wrote lyrics from A Dustland Fairytale by The Killers down her arm. It makes me want to throw myself into raw sewage to battle the filth with bleach and Mr. Clean magic erasers <3 The Killers are my favorite band and I love this song SO MUCH I could go on about it for an hour, and the album it comes from, and my personal arc of how I've felt about the album over time. Which mirrors me being very ambivalent toward's Taylor's music for years and then suddenly a flip getting switched in my mind and then POOF! Obsessed

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

I Don't Wanna Live Forever. It's actually perfect and Zayn's falsetto is a blessing that none of us deserve and also the music video killed me. Give me a fucking collab album that's like this song but across 17 tracks. Thank you and everybody who hates it will get moldy bibles in the mail from me

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

The concept of "(feat. Ed Sheeran)" will one day face my torment and disdain and it will be a terrible experience

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Shake It Off. Everything about Shake It Off is terrible and horrible and bad and irredeemable and Miss Swift WILL atone for her crimes for bringing this plague unto our houses. Each week I pray for this character to get killed off. Villain of the season every season.

[polarbearaone]

𝖠𝗈𝗇𝖾 + 𝖪𝗒𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌/𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍!

✞ pairing: Aone x fem! reader , Kyōtani with fem!reader

✞genre: fluff probably

✞ warnings: implied nsfw for Kyō!

✯ 𝖠𝗈𝗇𝖾

In no way will Aone EVER make fun or comments about your body. He too was made fun of for his looks all his life. He knows how it feels when someone makes comments about their body. Ever since the two of you met, he’s only looked at you with eyes of pure love. All he’s ever wanted was just to make you feel love, and he did. He always kissed your pouty lips when you felt sad and always held your hand first despite his blushing red face.

When the both of you were on your weekly date, you bought a shirt Aone pointed out when the both of you went to the mall. He always liked the color blue on you. The shirt beautifully hugged your body, despite not having a big chest, the shirt still hugged your chest. Entering the cafe, you couldn’t help but notice how the waiter had beautiful curves. Those comments which tormented your young self came crawling back into your mind. Sitting down at a table near a group of teenage boys, the waiter happily came over to attend the both of you. Quickly checking on the boys table, the waiter left with a noticeably sour face.

The boys remarks could be heard from outside the cafe. “ Look at the rack she has!” said one of the boys. “ now THAT is a woman”. Another waiter came to calm the boys down as your thoughts consumed themselves. Were you not a woman because of your chest size? Did Aone wish you had a bigger chest? Was he only with yo-, before you could finish thinking, Aone’s hand crept over yours. “ I love you” Aone’s deep voice rumbles its way towards your ear.

Aone tried to talk more once he got into a relationship with you, but sometimes it was hard to console you when he wasn’t experienced in the dating field. He loved you, he really did. What better way to comfort your significant other than by stating your love to them. (yes aone good job baby) lifting yourself up a bit to his face, you softly whispered,” thank you nobu” before giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. Yea, aone really loved that shirt on you.

✯ 𝖪𝗒𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗂 (𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐)

Kyotani saw how you looked at the new Seijoh manager. Misa was a beautiful brunette who had a smile that shines brighter than the sun. She also wore a way too small jacket which showered off her pump chest. The small pout on your lips explained perfectly what was rummaging through your brain. The loud whistle signaled time for a break before the last hour of practice. You crossed your arms over your chest as he came walking towards you. “ What’s wrong princess? I can see your pout from the other side of the court.” He asked, pulling your face up. “No, nothing wrong, here drink your water.” you pushed this water bottle towards him. The whistle blew once again, before he left, he gave you a kiss on the forehead.

Throughout the remainder of practice, Kyotani kept his eyes on you. You would look at your chest then steal glances at Misa. He was getting impatient. He disliked when you got insecure, he absolutely worshiped your body. He wanted you to love your body as much as he did. You helped him overcome his insecurities, he will help yours now. Practice ended with Kyo dragged you out the door, hand on your waist. Kyo-'' before you could call at him, telling him to stop, he pulled you into the janitor's room. “ What the hell are we doing here Kyo?” you asked as your boyfriend stood in front of you, inches away from your face.

“ Why were you pouting all of practice? I thought you loved seeing me play?” He asked, stealing a kiss from you. “I do! I just..” you couldn't finish your sentence as you remembered Misa. “ I’m gonna need you to use your words princess.” Kyo whispered into your ear. It's quite funny how many people at school were scared of Kyotani, yea he always had a glare glued on his face but in private, he was one of the most teasing men you’ve ever met. “ I was jealous…” you admitted, averting your eyes away from his. “ From Misa huh? “ You noticed?!”Kyo went on to explain how you wouldn’t stop staring at her. “ It’s just that...she has a bigger chest and I was always teased for mine. I just want what she has.” you admitted once again. The way Kyotani’s hands snaked their way up your waist immediately made you forget your intrusive thoughts. “ Does princess need me to show her how much I love your chest? I don’t care what size they are, and you know that. I mean they do fit in my mouth pretty well.” Kyo smirked as he saw how his words had an affect on you. But let’s just say that wasn't the only thing that had an effect on you ;)

a.n: HELLOOO I AM BACK WITH MY TWO FAVES OMG I MISSED WRITING FOR THEM! Plz request more underrated characters 😣 hehe anyways I hope you liked this :)

[hellomynameisbisexual]

Here's a shortlist of those who realized that I — a cis woman who'd identified as heterosexual for decades of life — was in fact actually bi, long before I realized it myself recently: my sister, all my friends, my boyfriend, and the TikTok algorithm.

On TikTok, the relationship between user and algorithm is uniquely (even sometimes uncannily) intimate. An app which seemingly contains as many multitudes of life experiences and niche communities as there are people in the world, we all start in the lowest common denominator of TikTok. Straight TikTok (as it's popularly dubbed) initially bombards your For You Page with the silly pet videos and viral teen dances that folks who don't use TikTok like to condescendingly reduce it to.

Quickly, though, TikTok begins reading your soul like some sort of divine digital oracle, prying open layers of your being never before known to your own conscious mind. The more you use it, the more tailored its content becomes to your deepest specificities, to the point where you get stuff that's so relatable that it can feel like a personal attack (in the best way) or (more dangerously) even a harmful trigger from lifelong traumas.

For example: I don't know what dark magic (read: privacy violations) immediately clued TikTok into the fact that I was half-Brazilian, but within days of first using it, Straight TikTok gave way to at first Portuguese-speaking then broader Latin TikTok. Feeling oddly seen (being white-passing and mostly American-raised, my Brazilian identity isn't often validated), I was liberal with the likes, knowing that engagement was the surefire way to go deeper down this identity-affirming corner of the social app.

TikTok made lots of assumptions from there, throwing me right down the boundless, beautiful, and oddest multiplicities of Alt TikTok, a counter to Straight TikTok's milquetoast mainstreamness.

Home to a wide spectrum of marginalized groups, I was giving out likes on my FYP like Oprah, smashing that heart button on every type of video: from TikTokers with disabilities, Black and Indigenous creators, political activists, body-stigma-busting fat women, and every glittering shade of the LGBTQ cornucopia. The faves were genuine, but also a way to support and help offset what I knew about the discriminatory biases in TikTok's algorithm.

My diverse range of likes started to get more specific by the minute, though. I wasn't just on general Black TikTok anymore, but Alt Cottagecore Middle-Class Black Girl TikTok (an actual label one creator gave her page's vibes). Then it was Queer Latina Roller Skating Girl TikTok, Women With Non-Hyperactive ADHD TikTok, and then a double whammy of Women Loving Women (WLW) TikTok alternating between beautiful lesbian couples and baby bisexuals.

Looking back at my history of likes, the transition from queer “ally” to “salivating simp” is almost imperceptible.

There was no one precise "aha" moment. I started getting "put a finger down" challenges that wouldn't reveal what you were putting a finger down for until the end. Then, 9-fingers deep (winkwink), I'd be congratulated for being 100% bisexual. Somewhere along the path of getting served multiple WLW Disney cosplays in a single day and even dom lesbian KinkTok roleplay — or whatever the fuck Bisexual Pirate TikTok is — deductive reasoning kind of spoke for itself.

But I will never forget the one video that was such a heat-seeking missile of a targeted attack that I was moved to finally text it to my group chat of WLW friends with a, "Wait, am I bi?" To which the overwhelming consensus was, "Magic 8 Ball says, 'Highly Likely.'"

Serendipitously posted during Pride Month, the video shows a girl shaking her head at the caption above her head, calling out confused and/or closeted queers who say shit like, "I think everyone is a LITTLE bisexual," to the tune of "Closer" by The Chainsmokers. When the lyrics land on the word "you," she points straight at the screen — at me — her finger and inquisitive look piercing my hopelessly bisexual soul like Cupid's goddamn arrow.

Oh no, the voice inside my head said, I have just been mercilessly perceived.

As someone who had, in fact, done feminist studies at a tiny liberal arts college with a gender gap of about 70 percent women, I'd of course dabbled. I've always been quick to bring up the Kinsey scale, to champion a true spectrum of sexuality, and to even declare (on multiple occasions) that I was, "straight, but would totally fuck that girl!"

Oh no, the voice inside my head returned, I've literally just been using extra words to say I was bi.

After consulting the expertise of my WLW friend group (whose mere existence, in retrospect, also should've clued me in on the flashing neon pink, purple, and blue flag of my raging bisexuality), I ran to my boyfriend to inform him of the "news."

"Yeah, baby, I know. We all know," he said kindly.

"How?!" I demanded.

Well for one, he pointed out, every time we came across a video of a hot girl while scrolling TikTok together, I'd without fail watch the whole way through, often more than once, regardless of content. (Apparently, straight girls do not tend to do this?) For another, I always breathlessly pointed out when we'd pass by a woman I found beautiful, often finding a way to send a compliment her way. ("I'm just a flirt!" I used to rationalize with a hand wave, "Obvs, I'm not actually sexually attracted to them!") Then, I guess, there were the TED Talk-like rants I'd subject him to about the thinly veiled queer relationship in Adventure Time between Princess Bubblegum and Marcelyne the Vampire Queen — which the cowards at Cartoon Network forced creators to keep as subtext!

And, well, when you lay it all out like that...

But my TikTok-fueled bisexual awakening might actually speak less to the omnipotence of the app's algorithm, and more to how heteronormativity is truly one helluva drug.

Sure, TikTok bombarded me with the thirst traps of my exact type of domineering masc lady queers, who reduced me to a puddle of drool I could no longer deny. But I also recalled a pivotal moment in college when I briefly questioned my heterosexuality, only to have a lesbian friend roll her eyes and chastise me for being one of those straight girls who leads Actual Queer Women on. I figured she must know better. So I never pursued any of my lady crushes in college, which meant I never experimented much sexually, which made me conclude that I couldn't call myself bisexual if I'd never had actual sex with a woman. I also didn't really enjoy lesbian porn much, though the fact that I'd often find myself fixating on the woman during heterosexual porn should've clued me into that probably coming more from how mainstream lesbian porn is designed for straight men.

The ubiquity of heterormativity, even when unwittingly perpetrated by members of the queer community, is such an effective self-sustaining cycle. Aside from being met with queer-gating (something I've since learned bi folks often experience), I had a hard time identifying my attraction to women as genuine attraction, simply because it felt different to how I was attracted to men.

Heteronormativity is truly one helluva drug.

So much of women's sexuality — of my sexuality — can feel defined by that carnivorous kind of validation you get from men. I met no societal resistance in fully embodying and exploring my desire for men, either (which, to be clear, was and is insatiable slut levels of wanting that peen.) But in retrospect, I wonder how many men I slept with not because I was truly attracted to them, but because I got off on how much they wanted me.

My attraction to women comes with a different texture of eroticism. With women (and bare with a baby bi, here), the attraction feels more shared, more mutual, more tender rather than possessive. It's no less raw or hot or all-consuming, don't get me wrong. But for me at least, it comes more from a place of equality rather than just power play. I love the way women seem to see right through me, to know me, without us really needing to say a word.

I am still, as it turns out, a sexual submissive through-and-through, regardless of what gender my would-be partner is. But, ignorantly and unknowingly, I'd been limiting my concept of who could embody dominant sexual personas to cis men. But when TikTok sent me down that glorious rabbit hole of masc women (who know exactly what they're doing, btw), I realized my attraction was not to men, but a certain type of masculinity. It didn't matter which body or genitalia that presentation came with.

There is something about TikTok that feels particularly suited to these journeys of sexual self-discovery and, in the case of women loving women, I don't think it's just the prescient algorithm. The short-form video format lends itself to lightning bolt-like jolts of soul-bearing nakedness, with the POV camera angles bucking conventions of the male gaze, which entrenches the language of film and TV in heterosexual male desire.

In fairness to me, I'm far from the only one who missed their inner gay for a long time — only to have her pop out like a queer jack-in-the-box throughout a near year-long quarantine that led many of us to join TikTok. There was the baby bi mom, and scores of others who no longer had to publicly perform their heterosexuality during lockdown — only to realize that, hey, maybe I'm not heterosexual at all?

Flooded with video after video affirming my suspicions, reflecting my exact experiences as they happened to others, the change in my sexual identity was so normalized on TikTok that I didn't even feel like I needed to formally "come out." I thought this safe home I'd found to foster my baby bisexuality online would extend into the real world.

But I was in for a rude awakening.

Testing out my bisexuality on other platforms, casually referring to it on Twitter, posting pictures of myself decked out in a rainbow skate outfit (which I bought before realizing I was queer), I received nothing but unquestioning support and validation. Eventually, I realized I should probably let some members of my family know before they learned through one of these posts, though.

Daunted by the idea of trying to tell my Latina Catholic mother and Swiss Army veteran father (who's had a crass running joke about me being a "lesbian" ever since I first declared myself a feminist at age 12), I chose the sibling closest to me. Seeing as how gender studies was one of her majors in college too, I thought it was a shoo-in. I sent an off-handed, joke-y but serious, "btw I'm bi now!" text, believing that's all that would be needed to receive the same nonchalant acceptance I found online.

It was not.

I didn't receive a response for two days. Hurt and panicked by what was potentially my first mild experience of homophobia, I called them out. They responded by insisting we need to have a phone call for such "serious" conversations. As I calmly tried to express my hurt on said call, I was told my text had been enough to make this sibling worry about my mental wellbeing. They said I should be more understanding of why it'd be hard for them to (and I'm paraphrasing) "think you were one way for twenty-eight years" before having to contend with me deciding I was now "something else."

But I wasn't "something else," I tried to explain, voice shaking. I hadn't knowingly been deceiving or hiding this part of me. I'd simply discovered a more appropriate label. But it was like we were speaking different languages. Other family members were more accepting, thankfully. There are many ways I'm exceptionally lucky, my IRL environment as supportive as Baby Bi TikTok. Namely, I'm in a loving relationship with a man who never once mistook any of it as a threat, instead giving me all the space in the world to understand this new facet of my sexuality.

I don't have it all figured out yet. But at least when someone asks if I listen to Girl in Red on social media, I know to answer with a resounding, "Yes," even though I've never listened to a single one of her songs. And for now, that's enough.