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gacha-incels · 3 months

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“Arknights/Limbus Company/etc is obviously very political, why are these incels playing it?” Here’s a longer answer if you’re interested.

If you haven’t been watching gacha communities for the past decade this might be confusing to you, but these guys see the games as just apolitical stories with a majority or all-female cast being there to titillate the male viewer. They are for his consumption. It’s why in both eastern and western “gacha game” communities you can see them talking about how these games are better for having “beautiful” anime women versus the hideous hags of western media. I’ve seen so many people asking “how are incels playing a game with so many strong female characters?” They see them not as “strong female” characters but rather “eyecandy made for me”. tbh when it comes down to it I wouldn’t call any of the designs in these games absolutely groundbreaking for the anime genre they’re aiming for. Arknights even follows the standard “fully animal faced-guy” and the female equivalent “small featured anime animal girl with some fur”. This doesn’t mean the designs are bad or you’re foolish for enjoying them of course, there are a lot of fun ones. Anyway, you can see the same sentiment in the majority of anime communities as well. Like do you think that stereotype of an anime nerd who “loves 2D women but hates 3D women” means he’s a feminist because the 2D girl is still female?

To be frank, after some of the actions taken by these companies (ex. the firing of women for posting anything vaguely feminist) can you honestly say an “apolitical game with anime babes” is not the way the games are often enjoyed? The company Yostar who publishes Arknights in Korea literally wrote a statement saying the game is apolitical and calling feminism a dividing force. If the publisher can say something so flippantly like this just to appease their incel fanbase, how can the game be making any meaningful, hardline progressive political statements? I am of course not saying this renders any positive message you get from these games moot nor am I saying it’s impossible for the writers to be passionate about their work, I’m just relaying the thoughts of the incels/“gacha gamers” playing them because there seems to be confusion. What I’m writing here doesn’t mean the worst interpretation of these games are their defining interpretations. I’m trying to explain how the games that many people see as being antithetical to incel beliefs can have these same men as high-spending fans.

Gacha games are unique in the world of consumer media in their extremely close and constant relationship with the consumer. You have to not only love each character’s design (and sometimes story) but also be willing to drop serious gambling money to “buy” them every single month. It’s like merchandizing on steroids. I think the term “whale” has been watered down since younger kids have started playing, but these people spend thousands per patch. Over the years I’ve heard about multiple games like this being sustained by just a couple of high spenders. In 2018 there was even a western news article about a man who had spent $70k+ on FGO. The publisher can’t rock the boat too much to displease the consumer too many times without risking EoS. Every character design and story of a gacha game is affected by this FIRST while any artistic intent comes second.

A Korean woman who had lost her job due to similar “feminist hunting” tactics wrote an article describing the way these incel men think. I posted it here and part of it summarized: the men that play these games see themselves as buying and “owning” the female characters in gacha games, who are often dressed and presented to them in a highly sexualized manner and will obey their commands. In the same way they “own” these 2D women, they also want to own the thoughts of the real live female illustrators who work on the games. Therefore, if these women have expressed ideas that the male gamers find upsetting, they will be angry she doesn’t conform to what they want like the servile 2D girl and do everything to get her fired (this is where she mentions Limbus Company as the most recent example of this happening).

You can argue for some of these games, maybe the girls aren’t dressed super provocatively and give (you) shit instead of being a simpering doll, but in the end it’s not like they can physically walk away or stop speaking to you. For the “waifu” hunter guy it’s just a different type of anime girl to collect.

The stories in these games are generally not what gets targeted as much by incels. In gacha “gamer” communities, especially the Korean incel ones, their main concerns are: how revealing are the summer swimsuits? How many women work for the company designing characters? and related, Are the male characters designed for women or for men and do they “look gay”? If you search through this blog, you can see them directly speaking about these things in regards to their hatred of Genshin Impact and Star Rail. All of these have also been encapsulated in the original Limbus Company incel attack: they hated that the summer female character looked more “clothed” (wearing a skintight suit instead of a bikini) than the male summer character. They thought the collar necklace and open shirt on the male summer character meant he was “a slave” for the female viewers, so obviously it was designed by a woman. When they learned a man designed and illustrated those characters, they searched to find a female illustrator who worked in the game and went after her instead. These guys WERE FANS that played the game beforehand and didn’t think anything in the story was upsetting enough to attack the company about. They were familiar enough with the works of Project Moon to name their little group after an antagonizing force in one of PM’s previous (non-gacha) videogames. And Project Moon saw them as such a significant part of their gacha fanbase that they wrote an immediate apology and fired the artist. How do these actions in reality inform their fiction and the interpretation of it? Getting this out of the way, they were NOT in any danger, the “fans” were not clamoring to get in their offices or camping outside, they were let in and calmly had a meeting with some employees at the office. You can still find photos of them goofing around, the ridiculous write up they brought with them and a transcript of the conversation. This was not a “guy shows up at Mihoyo’s offices with a knife” situation. In the end it was a financial and moral loss for the studio with many new and longtime fans completely dropping the games and Limbus Company taking one of the biggest financial and D/MAU drops for a gacha I’ve ever seen. You can read more regarding the ramifications of this here, this post is already pretty long for this website anyway.

Again I’m not writing this to shame anyone who plays these games, loves their characters or enjoys their stories. I don’t really care either way, and I obviously find the genre interesting or else I wouldn’t have been monitoring it and the fans for a decade. I just want to shine a light on the thoughts of the more “incel” gamers that play some of these games since I have seen a lot of genuine confusion as to why they would play them. In the future my aim is to write a more in-depth post about these issues, their history and the way antifeminists think.

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gambleminds · 1 month

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request: Your OCS x Top male reader who is kinda emotionless, like his face is always in a deadpan, he rarely has reactions to things and anytime said OC bothers him he just hands them some money and goes back to what he's doing.

Then, one day, he finally has a reaction after they bother him for close to an hour nonstop. (Could be spicy if you're down 👀.)

notes: Thank you, dear anon, for the request! this might be slightly rusty cause I'm going through writers block as I write this.

warnings: brat taming, name calling (brat), aftercare not written but of course provided, cow-girl position.

Constant whining... You were tired after a stressful day at work, yet your husband was whining and whining, You tried to offer him your credit card, but it wouldn't stop.

You were sick of it, so shutting him up was the only choice you felt you had as you pinned him against the couch. "Whats with the nagging." You asked him clearly annoyed as he continued to nag you.

You wished you could rip your ears off when he only continued to nag you. You only sighed before, then you switched positions, making him sit on you.

"If you continue to annoy me even more, might as well put you in your place, brat." You say as your brows furrowed in annoyance.

Dmitri's face turned red, as he felt your dick poking through pants. He wasn't expecting all his nagging to end up with him sitting ontop of you.

"Finally, I got that pretty mouth of yours shut, not much of a talker now, am i right?" You asked him as you smirked at his flushed face.

You slowly unbuckled your belt before you then took off your jeans and boxers, your dick immediately springing out to life.

"Like what you see?" You smirked, catching Dmitri staring at your dick. God, you loved it when he finally shuts up.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." He tries to deny it, although it is clearly obvious because he kept staring at your dick..

"Now, take your pants off." You tell him, as you watch his every move not taking your eyes off of him.

As Dmitri starts to take his pants off, he can't help but tease you a bit he took his pants off slowly on purpose.

You then gave him a spank on his ass, receiving a moan from him. "No teasing." You say before spanking him again but harder this time.

"Ngh! s-sorry..." He immediately took off his pants and boxers, he then sat on your cock. It hurt slightly because you both didn't use any lube or preparations before this.

Dmitri started to move himself up and down on your cock, he moaned as he stretched himself with your cock, god it felt so good to him.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, brat? humping on my cock like a dog in heat." You say, only making Dmitri move even faster.

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jellycrusher · 5 months

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Wolves and Lambs: Part 4

Alpha Max Verstappen x Omega fem!driver

Genre: Series, Omega verse, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Eventual smut

Summary: Male Alphas are the ones who dominate motor sports all around the world, especially Formula 1. It is a well known fact. Females in general nor Female Omegas are never heard nor encouraged to join the sport since the 1950s. Well, up until now...

Word Count: 5.8k

Chapter's Premise: y/n finds herself trying to come to terms on who she is and how she avoided her heat for so long.

Parts: W&L masterlist / general masterlist

"You heard the doctor. You have to stop taking your suppressants for a while." Megan takes the prescription sheet from your hands and shoves it in her bag.

Both of you just came out from the doctor's office. Megan was meticulous in giving you a disguise just in case anyone is going to spot you. You put your head down and hide in your little canopy of protection, your Aston Martin hat. A bit obvious but it's the only one you have at the moment.

"I can't. If it comes during a race weekend, I'm dead." You reply as you walk side by side with Megan, confined by the hospital walls.

"Ay Dios Mio. Your constant intake of suppressants may be the reason why you haven't had your first heat yet at 25 years old. We don't know if there's gonna be negative side effects on your health." Megan tries her best to whisper under her breath.

"Hey, that's not proven." You halt in your steps and turn to her, lifting your head up to face her.

"But the doc says it may be a factor. You can't keep it hidden forever. It has to come sooner or later. If it comes biting your ass, don't come running to me for help."

"I don't want to be confined on what biology or society dictates me to be. I want to prove to everyone first what I can do and who I am." You continue to walk.

"I understand. I just don't want something bad to happen to you." She groaned.

"Fine. If I win a race, then i'll start tapering my dosage. I'll let it come when it wants to come."

"When you win a podium, not a race. Better odds."

"Fine. A podium."

You felt like you've been basking in the sun, warm against your skin. You didn't want to look at yourself. For every second after that encounter in the elevator until now that you've stayed frozen behind the door of your room, everything was silent.

Your body was fighting your mind. You didn't want this. For so many years, your family and friends, who knew what you really are, told you that we're all bound to meet our mate. We'll know when we meet them.

No. You don't want to. Maybe just not right now. Yes, it's romantic to see couples who are mated and are having the time of their lives. But what if they fell for another person before they met their mate? And what if they refuse their Alpha? What would happen?

Right now, you just want to succeed in this career first. Call yourself stupid for going against your biological desires but there's a lot riding on this. Your parents sacrificed a lot just to get where you are right now. You want to prove that Omegas can also achieve greatness. Female Omegas can also stand in the halls of the greats.

Maybe you're just stubborn. Meeting your mate wouldn't be the end of the world. If you give in, you won't lose anything. Maybe.

Maybe you're just overthinking. Maybe you're being too stubborn.

Max is not a bad person. You've said it yourself before. He is actually a decent guy. Well, just from your text messages but there were no deep conversations yet. You don't love him to see him as your mate. You might learn to love him but it doesn't feel right for your feelings to be swayed just because your biological desires him so.

You barely slept a wink last night. The inkling that bothered you for a few weeks now since the first race have just been confirmed, and the fact that Max left you a lot of messages that you haven't read yet made your mind in a state of disarray.

Megan barged in your room to wake you up. She even had to throw the covers off the bed and furiously opened the curtains, blinding you with the beaming sun. You groan hard as she pulls you out of the comfort of your bed.

"I can't believe this. We're late! Ay Santo Dios..." Megan continued to mention a lot of words that you were not familiar with as she looks at your commitments for the day from her phone screen.

It only took a few moments and the both of you are now on your merry way to the circuit with you being the driver. Megan was still very furious at you for you haven't given her a reason for your tardiness. At the same time, your phone was still blowing up from Max's messages.

"I've had it with your ringtone. I'll set it to silent." Megan pulls your phone from the center console and sees '50 messages' beside the name 'He Who Must Be Avoided At All Times' on the screen.

"It's fine, leave it." You're barely able to look at Megan because you had to focus on the road.

"Who's this? Is there a guy bothering you? Stalking you?!" she asks.

"No. Just leave it." With eyes still glued to the road, you try to yank the phone off her hands.

"Tell me. Is it a stalker?! 'Cause if it is, i'll kill him." She warned.

"Please no. Relax, it's not a stalker." You assured in a calm tone as she hands the phone to you.

"Y/N. If you're in a dangerous situation and you're not telling me, your mom will kill me." She appealed.

Well, that's not impossible. These two are overprotective.

"Megan..." You paused. Megan patiently waits for your answer as you drum your fingers anxiously on the wheel. "It's Max."

"Oh, Max... Wait, who's Max? from Red Bull?" Megan rambles. "Why? Did he do anything to you?"

"He did nothing. It's just.. He found out last night that I was an Omega. I've been avoiding his texts since then." You confessed, tightening your grip on the wheel.

"How? You were always careful."

"That's the thing. I was. I'm still on my suppressants." You gently scratch the surface of the wheel. "Remember when you told me how you met your husband? Your mate?"

"Yes." Megan now replied slowly, now under a notion at where the conversation is going. "Oh my god! Is he..?"

"I think so." you confessed.

Megan was about to shriek from joy but she stopped for she knew how you would respond. For her, it sounds romantic. For you, it's not. She can't count how many times your rejected the idea of having a biological mate. It wasn't against the law of anybody to love somebody else aside your fated mate but for your body to act against your will regardless of what you feel. That's what you dislike about it.

"I still have to talk to him about it. I can't have him blabbering to everyone on the grid." You added. "Let's take this one step at a time."

"You still have a race later. Better focus on that first." She replies as she takes off her seatbelt when you arrived at the car park in the circuit.

Megan hauled you to the team hospitality to prepare you for the drivers' briefing. When you arrived at the briefing hall, majority of the drivers were already seated and the team principals were standing around in a circle, chatting. You stood by the door looking for an empty seat to take when you saw Charles, Oscar, and Lando calling you to take the seat they reserved for you on the third row. Your feet took a few steps when a hand suddenly but gently caught your wrist.

"We need to talk. You've been ignoring my texts." Max urged, eyes dead straight at you.

"Max, not here. Later." You scan the room for any eyes or ears that might eavesdrop as you carefully remove his hand from you.

Max takes a second to compose himself then tugs his hand through his hair. "Fine. Sit with me then."

"I'll choose my own seat. Thank you." You replied as you walk away from him, not giving him enough time to add more. Max's hand hovered uncertainly as if to stop you but he lets his hand limp

You strut farther into the hall and the three men gave you space to stride along the third row to take your seat between Charles and Oscar. Max took an empty seat on the first row beside Checo. He can't help but steal some glances in your direction during the driver's briefing.

It was hard to ignore Max as well. One good thing that your incident with Max has caused is that his scent doesn't make you cower in fear anymore. Knowing the reason why the dynamics between the two of you had changed, you mentally slap your pheromone-disturbed self from inhaling his lingering scent.

His scent wasn't really distinct before. For you, it was associated with fear or something menacing, but now he smelled so crisp like Cotton and sweet like baked Tangerine. Being that close to each other gave you a chance to actually distinguish his scent. Just remembering Max's small sniffs on your neck makes your body squirm, in a good way. It was nice and comforting. But it also felt sensual.

Alpha smells so good. Let's smell him once more. You mentally slap yourself once more, shaking off the tiny voice from your inner Omega in your head.

"I heard from Lance that you're moving. Where will you stay?" Charles' voice took you out from your trance just as the drivers' briefing just ended.

"In Monaco. It being a tax-free haven sounds enticing." you replied in glee knowing that it was the Monegasque who asked you.

Noticing the other younger drivers to turn to you after hearing your response, it took a moment for you to remember that a number of them were living there.

Lando perks up, legs bouncing. He leans forward and peeked his head across Oscar. "Do you know how to play Padel?" you shake your head. "We'll teach you. We had been waiting for another member to join our little club."

"He just wants to have the bragging right when he defeats all of us." Oscar chuckled, arms crossed on his chest.

"He even almost made Max cry. Have some mercy on all of us, will you?" Charles adds, further teasing Lando.

"I'll tell you when I've settled in. Maybe a housewarming lunch or dinner sounds good?" You ask. Lando quickly taps Alex's shoulder to tell him about your new residence and a possibility of a new member for their F1 drivers-exclusive Padel Club.

"I'm going to tour you to some of the best places. You still owe me a car ride." Charles couldn't help but smile at you, already making up a list in his mind.

When the briefing ended, all of the drivers went their own way back to their hospitalities. At the corner of your eyes, you saw Max hurriedly stood up from his seat on the first row and was about to make his way towards you. He noticed the miniscule squirm your body did when your eyes met. You almost panic in your seat but he came to an abrupt stop when he saw Megan pull you away.

Max tried his best to look for a chance to talk to you, much to his dismay. There wasn't much time for each of the drivers to get to interact with each other, especially during race day. After some of his media commitments in the morning were done, he went to visit the Aston Martin hospitality. He comes up to the small ledge when he saw Lance chatting with some of the staff.

"Hey Lance." Lance gets up from his seat when he noticed Max and greets him with a one-armed hug and a double backslap. "Have you seen y/n?"

"I think Sky Sports has her for an interview, I think. You know, the usual." Lance replies as he sits down. Max groans go unnoticed.

"Do you know when she might be free? I need to talk to her." Max asks as he leans his hand on the ledge.

"Maybe after the race? Her schedule's so full today. Haven't even seen her stay here in the hospitality for more than 15 minutes. Megan even got her shooting a lot of content for our Tiktok account."

"Megan?" Max quirks up his eyebrow.

"Speaking of..." Lance chimed in as he spots Megan behind Max, about to walk inside. "Megan!" She stops and turns to Lance's direction. "He's looking for y/n." He points at Max and Megan's eyes follow.

Megan thought differently when she saw Max right there, comfortably leaning on the ledge. It was in her overprotective instinct to assume that Max might possibly be a snitch or asking anyone in the team regarding what you are. She walks up to Max and asked him to come with her, already walking away without waiting for a response. Max was confused at first but did not hesitate to follow behind.

Max and Megan comes to a halt in an empty corner in the paddock, away from prying eyes.

"What are you doing?" Megan snaps around and narrows her eyes at him, arms crossed on her chest.

"I was just asking for y/n." Max innocently confessed.

"Were you going to tell on her? I can't believe you." She leans forward as if interrogating the driver.

Max leans back, baffled by the sudden change in demeanor. "No. Of course not... Wait, you know?" He tries to whisper.

She tries to examine his face for a minute for any sign of a lie but relaxes when she felt that he was telling the truth. "Listen, Max. I know she's been avoiding you but I need her to be at her best today. She needs to be on that podium."

"Don't we all?" Max scoffs.

"No, you don't understand. I need her to be on the podium because her health is on the line. I've let her be stubborn for too long 'cause she's in love with racing too much but I finally had her to agree, at last. I don't know what's going on between the two of you but please don't distract her too much today." She pleads with a serious tone.

Max hated knowing that it wasn't his place to pry. All he wanted from you was answers but it seems that even more questions are piling up. What does she mean? Your health is on the line? Are you sick? Are you injured? How is it connected to you getting that podium?

His inner Alpha was trying to fight himself.

Our omega... She's hurt or sick. Ask for more information. No, we're clearly told to stay put. She's not ours. Isn't it clear that she's avoiding us? Than ask her directly. Let's smell her again. No. Just shut up. Stay.

"Understood?" Megan asserts herself, taking Max out of his trance.

"Yes ma'am."

Megan waited for a bit to see how Max would take their conversation but left quickly when she saw that people are now starting to crowd the paddock. Max stayed in that quiet corner for a few seconds before going out into the paddock. There he saw you, sitting just outside your team's hospitality with Alonso and surrounded by a few cameras and staff. Probably completing a challenge with your teammate. His eyes locked onto you, taking in your smile. It was invigorating for him to see you having fun.

He used to feel so foreign around you. When he sees you having fun with his friends, it irritated him. His face used to turn sour when Lando or Alex hype you up.

There was something about you that intrigues him. You weren't able to race with most of them back then. Charles was a bit familiar with you because you got to race alongside his brother. Oscar and Logan had only met you once or twice and they had raced with you in a few Grand Prix but usually a lot of drivers keep to themselves and stayed in their own garages.

Then there's the big elephant in the room. You were an Omega, no doubt. After the incident in the elevator, he did scour the internet after his haze faded when he got back in his room. There were only articles about you stating that you were an Alpha, your achievements in F2 and F3, and also the highlights of your racing career. No scandals, not much haters. There were no articles claiming you have a bad beef with any driver.

For a public personality, you kept pretty quiet. Maybe that's why no one has discovered your secret yet. But that would be an extreme feat. To conceal your identity. What about heats? The horrendous and taxing schedule of Formula 1 isn't really ideal for Omegas. He recalled when Lando had to deal with Oscar's heat every month. When they were still unmated, Lando had to tiptoe around Oscar and avoid him when his pheromones were on the highest setting. How the other drivers reacted to him when it came around race weekend. It took them at least 5 months to come to the truth that they needed each other.

It was a bit easier for Oscar because everyone knows that he is an Omega since the start. They knew they had to avoid him when Lando or Oscar gave them a heads up. It scares him thinking that it will be much harder for you but it was also amazing how good you hide it.

Questions for another day, he admits to himself.

You were having a blast going against Nando in a PR competition when you spot Max walking through the paddock. Your eyes met and it made you nervous that he might come up and wait for you but no, he avoided your eyes and continued to walk. Your eyes followed his figure, relieved but also worried. Fernando had to call your attention to continue the challenge.

Your PR and media commitments were finally done and then, there was the driver's parade. The crowds in the grandstands were almost full and it was deafening. Everyone was screaming each of the drivers' names when they were called and when it was your turn to be introduced, it was heartwarming to hear their warm welcome. A smile so wide painted your face as you greet the driver while stepping in the convertible car and sat on the surface of the rear end near the deck lid.

You waited for your car's cue to go but you see it got delayed. There were a slight commotion amongst the staff that were on standby on the track and they were pointing to something behind you. You turn around and they were checking the car behind yours that was supposed to be for Max. Apparently, the engine of his parade car won't start again.

Fernando's car already left way before you and also Checo's. The staff are now pointing at yours and you see that the people who were talking to Max assisted him to get off the car. They were ushering him to your direction. Someone slapped Max's car number onto the side of your convertible. You now realize that they're letting you and Max share a car so that this problem won't delay the program.

The car shook slightly as Max climbs up the convertible. Max sees you scooting to one side trying to avoid his eyes so he quietly sat down on the other side of the convertible's rear. Both of you started to wave to the crowd as the engine of the convertible purred. Max would steal a few glances when you're not looking. Your body was stiff and awkward, in contrast to what you were showing the crowd, smiling and waving.

"Relax. It's not like I bite." Max spoke up just loud enough for you to hear under all those noise. "Just concentrate on the race later or else, you'll be an easy target for these guys."

You snap your head around and glared at him. He had this smug smile while still waving. "They wish." You scoff.

With just a few words from him, you find your shoulders loosening up. Slightly offended by his insinuation but you knew that he was just riling you up. It was also surprising that Max didn't bother to disturb you since the briefing. You would be at shoulder's length but still, he'd just nod when your eyes met.

The drivers' parade ended quickly and every driver headed for their respective garages to prepare. You spent the remaining time training with your physio and getting enough rest. The last program was for the national anthem. You make your way onto the track and answered a few questions for a Sky Sports presenter who was roaming and interviewing some of the drivers. You stood behind a grid kid to take your place and kept quiet. Right before the anthem was played, you noticed the female grid kid trying to steal a look at you. You smile back at her and she quietly squealed as she swiftly face in front. When the anthem finished playing and as you follow the other drivers exiting the track, your grid kid raised her hand to request for a high five. You gladly pressed your palm on hers and the other grid kids also eagerly raised their hand as you pass by them, catching the attention of the other drivers and the cameras.

You find yourself gritting your teeth and hands clenching the wheel as you drive the car in your grid position at the track during the formation lap. You look up at the red lights above.

"It's lights out and away we go, here at the Jeddah Corniche Circuit! and it's Max Verstappen who takes the lead of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix."

With a good reaction time, you were able to overtake three places from 15th. You were able to fend for your position well in those crucial first few laps of the race. You attacked, you defended, you attacked, you defended. It was a constant cycle.

Max, who had started in pole position, lost the lead to Charles on the third sector in the second lap, won it back by the fourth lap and slowly and methodically pulled away for his second win of the season.

It took you only eight laps to move into 10th place, and only eight more to rise to sixth. By the halfway point of the race, and helped by the fortuitous arrival of a safety car that allowed you to make up even more ground, you find yourself in fourth.

"Y/n had played down her chances of victory from the moment a broken drive shaft ended her qualifying early Saturday and left her in 15th place. But that did not mean she had any intention of staying in the back of the field. Look at her picking her way through the pack behind her with ease"

Your driving style was aggressive and clever, a total beast on the offence. The journalists have also made note of your tyre preservation prowess. They have published a few articles after the first race mentioning that with your pairing with Alonso this year, Aston Martin can gain considerable confidence that it will be regularly able to take on the red cars and the black ones fielded by Mercedes too.

At around lap 46, Ben informs you through the radio that Lewis who is in P3 at the moment incurred a 5 second penalty. With Charles on P2 just 2 seconds ahead of Lewis and you tailing behind just a second away, there might be a chance for you to end up on the podium at the end of this race. You just have to maintain the gap behind Lewis and also for Lewis to continue battling with Charles.

Ben: "So, one more lap y/n, just bring it home." Y/N: "Think something happened to my left tyre." Ben: "Ok, copy. So Sainz, 30 seconds behind, battling with Russell."

You peek at your front left tyre and it was starting to wobble. You may have hit something on the track, possibly puncturing the tyre.

Ben: "If you go Diff-Mid 12, Sainz 20 seconds and gap to Lewis is 2 seconds." Ben: "Now 17 seconds. Now 16 seconds."

The car was already slowing down and the left tyre was tumbling around on its rim. Ben was constantly updating you but you did not bother to respond.

Ben: "So use Strat 5. 10 seconds to Sainz and 3 seconds from Lewis." Ben: "7 seconds to Sainz. 6 seconds to Sainz." Ben: "Maintain this gap to Lewis. 4 seconds."

You've passed the last corner and about to go on the straight where the chequered flag should be when you saw Sainz closely tailing behind you. With your feet instinctively pushing flat out, your car zoomed past and hopefully closing the gap with Lewis in less than 5 seconds for P3 position.

Y/N: "Do we have it?! TELL ME BEN, DO WE HAVE IT??" Ben: "That's it, y/n! You've done it, P3! YOU'VE DONE IT! Wow, you've done it y/n." Y/N: "Was there a flag? I did not see it." Ben: "There was a flag. You've done it though. Just stop. You can pull the car over. We'll come and get you." Y/N: "Fuck that was close! Sorry for the profanity." Ben: "Yeah, I was about to say the same thing. That was a close call. Too close for comfort. But awesome work, mate." Y/N: "LET'S GO!!!!! BEN, WE DID IT!!!"

Your team radio is now being broadcasted across all tv screens worldwide. As Max and the other drivers complete their slow lap around the track after they've crossed the line, they catch a glimpse of you in the screens. Throwing your hands in celebration, still inside the cockpit. When you got out of the car at the side of the track, you knelt down and pats the damaged tyre aggressively as if thanking the car.

You had to do your best as not to cry from overwhelming joy. You felt like you won the race for P3 but you didn't. It was as if you were soaring through the clouds right then. The crowds at the grandstands were screaming your name, fireworks were setting off in the background. That was for Max, of course, but it couldn't hurt to imagine that it could be for you too.

You were picked up by a safety car and your car was towed to the parc ferme. When you got out of the car, Oscar jumped at the moment to wrap you in a hug, Lando following behind.

Warm and sincere congratulations, pats on the backs and helmet taps too, were sent over your way when you threw yourself to your team of mechanics and engineers who were waiting on the other side of the barricade. You took off your helmet and balaclava so you could properly breathe and to revel in the sounds of your victory.

You were the first one who had to do the post-race interview, followed by Charles in P2 and Max in P1. You couldn't contain your smile, choking on your words yet again.

"Y/n!" David Coulthard calls out your name in joy. "That was an amazing race. You had your maiden pole last race and now, your maiden F1 podium after just 2 races in this season. Could you tell me more?"

"With the information of Lewis' 5 second penalty, I had to give everything on the table. I've never had a race like that before. We tried to maintain the gap but also had to monitor Carlos behind as well. It was a team effort and I couldn't have done it without them."

"Your last lap had us trembling in our seats. You managed to bring home your car across the line in that state. How did you do it?" David asked with such enthusiasm.

"I don't know how I've managed to be cool in that period but I just... I had no choice. Survival instincts came over me and I've come all this way. I'm not gonna pull over and back off to let anyone drive pass. I was thinking 'How can I get there with taking as much risks as possible without losing the car altogether?'. I still can't believe I did it." You try to take a few deep breaths after you finished your interview, still reeling in from that feeling of accomplishment.

Max and Charles pats your back as the three of you walked towards the cooldown room. The huge screen showing the highlights of the race, including your tyre mishap and struggle to cross the finish line for P3. Charles hands you a water bottle and you took it, not peeling your eyes away from the screen. If you only had your phone, you would take a photo of the small pillar with a huge number 3 and a small screen playing your driver intro bit.

The three of you are now ushered to prepare for the podium ceremony. Your feet was quick to move after your name was called. The crowd roared with applause and cheers as you made your way up the podium. You stood patiently on your step as you hear Charles' and Max's name. Despite feeling a bit flushed due to the adrenaline from winning P3, your cheeks felt a bit cold as you place your hands on the side of your face.

Your race suit now wet from the champagne being sprayed amongst the podium placers. Charles and Max were having fun targeting you, spraying the champagne at your face. They both admired your blissful smile and eyes filled with euphoria.

"Champagne suits you. Congratulations y/n!" Max can't help but admit to himself that you were an excellent racer. Your expression softened when you heard him and it's like Max's heart skipped a beat.

"Thanks Max. Congratulations on winning!" As if the champagne rain slowed down, it was just you and Max. The stage lights made the champagne sparkle, trickling down on both of you. He never saw anyone be so ecstatic in getting P3 but you made celebrating look so beautiful and graceful.

You watched Max's face as he shared a smile with you but not a second later, you could clearly see the horror in his face as his body stiffen.

"Y/n, your nose." Charles cocks his head to the side of Max, inconspicuously pointing to his nose, prompting you to do the same. Your hand crept up to your face and it was met by a warm liquid oozing down your nose. When you swiped it off, you saw blood on your fingertips.

Max was quick to turn you around, shielding you from the cameras. You try to wipe your nose with your arm but the blood can't seem to stop.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Do you want us to call the medics?" Max whispers in panic, still spraying the champagne at Charles and towards the crowd below as he shields you behind him. To the people below and in the crowd, it was as if you're just wiping the champagne off your face.

"Relax. It's just a nosebleed. This will pass." You whispered, still trying to wipe off the remaining blood. The sleeve of your green suit now tinted red. "What the heck, it's not stopping."

"Y/n, I think the cameramen are now noticing." Charles' eyes darted to the cameramen below and above.

"I've been a bit more anemic lately. I think that's why." You murmured.

"When Megan told me that your health is compromised, is this it?" Max leans to your side a bit, still facing front and waving to the crowd.

"You talked to her? What did she tell you?!" You glared at Max, surprising the two men.

"Y/n, Max, can you two talk about it later? We're still on the podium." Charles cleared his throat.

You slightly nudged Max away from you, not noticed by the crowd, while you pinch your nose and cover your face. Max can't help but stare in concern at your figure. His inner Alpha wanting to carry you and rush to medic's tent.

Then the ceremony ended.

"Y/n, come on. I haven't told him much, I promise. I just told him to leave you alone that day." Megan pleaded as she follows you while carrying a large box filled with your household items.

You open the door to let Megan in but you avoid her eyes. She darts across the empty unit, footsteps echoing along the walls, to place the box labeled 'Kitchen Items' down on the floor. You sighed, accepting defeat, as you drop the huge bag of items that you were carrying.

"Fine, but next time, stop telling him unnecessary information."

"Hey, your health was not an unnecessary information. I'm just glad you're fine now. I told you that your prolonged use of suppressants will eventually bite you in the ass." She rambled.

"Yes, yes. You gotta stop scolding me. It's been like a thousand times already." You groaned. "I got the podium and I'm on a suppressant detox. Happy?"

"Yes. I'm working on your schedule just in case it came early." Megan skips across the unit and stopped near the door. "I'll get the last box. You can stay here just in case the delivery company calls through the intercom." She exits the unit after you nod your head.

The empty huge apartment unit was now filled with unopened boxes. There were no furnitures yet but the anticipation of decorating your new home is making you excited. Wood and cured paint scent filled the air. It was relaxing for you but after a while, it's actually nauseating so you open the door to the balcony.

Coldness of the elegant granite greeted your arms as you lean against it. Your apartment is located in a spot overlooking the marina where you can spot plentiful yachts. With just a soft breeze, you could almost smell the sea. Even with your eyes closed, you could vividly visualize the city below you from its sound. The hustle and bustle of Monaco.

Closing your eyes for a few seconds made you yawn. You are still recovering from that horrific anemic bout during the podium ceremony in the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. The team had to recommend you to a local hospital for a check up and was just given a prescription. You took a flight out the next day and went straight to "Moving Out" mode. It hasn't been two days since the race but here you are, renting a luxurious apartment in Monaco, about to live your best life.

"Looks like you could fit a head in your mouth." You heard a familiar warm voice coming from above your balcony. When you opened your eyes, there was someone peeking their head out of their balcony and looking down below at you, apparently still yawning. You closed your mouth in embarrassment.

"Max?!"

"Hi neighbor!"

Next part: Part 5

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bethanydelleman · 19 days

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The reason I go on about hating unwarranted jealousy so much is because it's one of the tropes that tricked me. I won't fall for "I can fix him with love" but jealousy is often given as a trait to male characters who are otherwise a green flag. They are unhealthily jealous and it's not treated as a bad thing.

I went into my first serious relationship expecting jealousy to be normal and kind of surprised when my partner was never jealous. But why would he have been? I never gave him a reason to be jealous or to not trust me. I hadn't been in a serious relationship before and I thought it was standard.

When I actually examined my life and what would make a movie character jealous, I realized it was stupid because my situation would have been the most jealousy inducing thing on TV. I lived in a five bedroom student house with 4 guys (Am I New Girl?). My best friend was a guy whom I lived with and cooked for. I worked with engineers and my team was all men except for me, my floor at work had 4 women on it out of at least 50 employees. I'm sure a TV version of me would have had my boyfriend showing up at work to "mark his territory" or some B.S. or wanting me to move out of my house. But as Henry Tilney in Northanger Abbey points out:

"Would he thank you, either on his own account or Miss Thorpe’s, for supposing that her affection, or at least her good behaviour, is only to be secured by her seeing nothing of Captain Tilney? Is he safe only in solitude? Or is her heart constant to him only when unsolicited by anyone else?"

You are always going to have people around you that you might be able to date, that is life. The important part is how you act. It didn't matter who I lived with because I treated them like roommates. It didn't matter who I worked with because I treated them as colleagues. It didn't matter who my best friend was because he was a friend. What mattered is that I considered myself taken. That is the best assurance of faithfulness.

I don't mind Jealousy that Reveals Feelings in media, but I do mind things that border on or are straight up abusive, controlling behaviour that is portrayed as sexy. It can be a delicate balance, if what you need is for the female lead to realize the male lead likes her, then him showing some overt jealousy may be necessary. but it shouldn't go too far into control. I've seen it used well where a character overreacts jealously but then apologizes, so you get the passion and the healthy relationship. It makes sense to see jealousy if one side of a partnership isn't setting boundaries in public or seems to not mind that someone is hitting on them. But jealousy without cause is just toxic.

I hope I've explained myself well. This post is ignoring poly relationships because I know nothing about them.

#jealousy #jealousy trope #personal #but also quoting Jane Austen because of course

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life-is-more-than-just-a-game · 3 months

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♠️ What a day off of games with the aib males can look like. ♠️

A/N: Sorry, I've been absent for two days now, but for good reason. I wasn't feeling too well mentally and needed some time to myself because something happened that put me in quite a hole ... 🥲

Still, I've been thinking about what I could post here next, so I've prepared a few headcanons that define what I think a day off of games with the male characters might look like. 🙈

I hope that some of you are still around and will read through it. Feel free to let me know what you think about it or if you think any of them might have other interests! ✨

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube & Niragi.

POV: gn!reader

Warnings: Not given.

A g u n i

It depends on what time we are in.

If the beach still exists, Aguni is often prevented from doing anything with you outside if he already occupies the number one spot.

You would have to live with the fact that you would hardly have any time just for the two of you, because someone from his troupe would always want something from him.

If he realises that this is bothering you - or he is annoyed by it himself - he will turn his boys away and say that they should leave him alone for the next 2 hours as far as possible because he has better things to do.

In general, no matter what time loop we are in, I would say that Aguni would adjust to your needs.

I have the following typical scenario in mind:

Aguni: "So there are no games waiting for us today. Any ideas what you want to do in our day off?" Y/N: "Uhm ..." Aguni: "Come on, you must have been in the mood for something." Y/N: "Yeah, but I really don't know for what I am in the mood for ..."

Nobody said it would be easy with you, but let's be honest: it's the Borderland, what excited yet relaxing things could you do here so far?

If you really don't know what you want to do, he would give some suggestions.

Aguni: "We could go to the pool." Y/N: "Too cloudy for my taste ..." Aguni: "We can do some sports together." Y/N: "Now your expectations are set far too high!" Aguni: "What about fishing?" Y/N: "Can't we just get some fresh air and go for a walk together?" Aguni: "..." Y/N: "..." Aguni: "You knew very well what you wanted to do, didn't you?" Y/N: "Without my lawyer, I won't say anything."

A r i s u

If you want to do something, then Arisu is definitely the right person.

The boy is always up for a lot of nonsense and fun activities.

This is probably also because he doesn't want to constantly think about the terrible circumstances that are happening here.

He has got used to life here, but living in constant fear doesn't get someone anywhere and only has a negative effect on oneself.

So, if he is being trapped in a world that could take his life sooner or later, he at least wants to live every day as if it were his last.

You will not regret spending time with him.

He comes up with the wildest ideas, starting with taking a closer look into the various broken buildings.

Of course, he would still be cautious of entering any places just like that- not that both of you suddenly find yourself in a game, because that's what you're trying to avoid today.

Y/N: "A-Are you sure we should do this, Arisu?" Arisu: "Nope, but you only live once, so let's check this building out- maybe we'll find some interesting things in here." Y/N: "Would you define 'corpses' as interesting ...?" Arisu: "Wow, you really managed to ruin my fun."

You still wouldn't be able to stop him.

Investigating the building would include lots of laughter and piggybacks when your feet get tired from all the walking over ruins and debris.

Eventually you find out that this building was a former arcade.

You can definitely pass the time well there.

Arisu: "Would you like a game of billiards?" Y/N: "I'm going to rip you off so bad, love."

C h i s h i y a

Listen, this boy is a damn lazy piece of shit.

When there aren't any duties don't expect him to do something special.

He has no problem putting his feet up for a day and literally doing nothing.

Feel honored if he spends his time with you at all.

No matter where you both would be, he would find ways to just doze off and relax while you - after all - lie in his arms and enjoy his closeness.

It's nice that he can do that, but you can't.

Y/N: "We've been lying around here all day." Chishiya: "Well realised." Y/N: "I'm bored." Chishiya: "Then do something."

He would definitely be a great help to you.

Jokes on you, no, he wouldn't.

Y/N: "But I wanna do something with you today since we have enough time finally." Chishiya: "We do something, darling." Y/N: "Idiot, that's not what I meant!"

Making you pout is one of his favorite things to do.

How could he be bored if you let him get on your nerves so easily?

In contrast to you, he has something to laugh about and something to amuse himself with.

Nevertheless, he would at least agree to a compromise:

Chishiya: "How about this? We'll use the time now to laze around and in the evening we'll take a look at the neighbourhood together and see which places are damned by games this time." Y/N: "We don't take part in any games, our visas count enough days for us." Chishiya: "Who said anything about taking part in a game?" Y/N: "So, if I let you lounge around now, you will promise me to stay up late with me?"

Damn, you love the nightlife.

Chishiya: "That's a deal."

K a r u b e

To me the funniest but most chaotic one.

During the day, at least.

I can well imagine that Karube and you had already planned the day ahead the evening before.

But what would life be like if everything went as planned?

The morning is pleasant. You wake up together and after a intense cuddle-round, you start your routine as usual.

Unfortunately, Karube realizes that he can't find something.

Something very important when it comes to following his routine.

Karube: "Honey, d'you know where my cigarettes are?" Y/N: "I don't know where you put them yesterday after you got ready for bed."

In the end, it all comes down to searching your whole accommodation for his cigarettes.

I mean, when you do smoke yourself, they can be important for you too ...

If not, well, then you are a very nice and good person!

Y/N: "Did you found them?" Karube: "I would have told you when that would be the case." Y/N: "Sure you didn't throw the box away because you smoked you last one yesterday evening?" Karube: "I know my pack of cigarettes inside out, there were at least three more in there."

You can guess where this is going.

You spend the whole forenoon looking for his damn cigarettes.

You turn the whole accommodation upside down.

Both of you look under every stone.

In every room.

Two times- minimum.

Y/N: "Karube, fave it, you don't have any- ... Darling ...? Karube: "What is it?" Y/N: "What's that in your pants pocket ... at the back of your butt?" Karube: "Uh-... Oh!"

Now he remebers ...

Karube: "You found them! That's right, I put them straight in my jeans yesterday so I couldn't forge- hey!" Y/N: "Yeah, I threw your boxer shorts at you!"

N i r a g i

Oh, my dearest reader-chan, please stay close to him no matter where he goes.

When he has nothing to do, he will go through the city streets looking for people to annoy.

He would look for trouble and find it- even if there's no reason for trouble, he'll just make it happen himself and find his reasons.

I don't know how, but at least you managed to stop him from taking his gun.

That's something you should be very proud of.

However, that doesn't stop him from doing anything and we know that.

So please. Stay. With. Him. Thank you!

In any case, you walk around the area together and check it out a little.

You'll talk about pretty trivial things every now and then, but that's still more pleasant than just talking to each other all the time.

When you meet someone, Niragi is ready to provoke them directly for no reason.

Thank god you had a firm hold on his hand or his arm so you could quickly drag him in another direction to avoid the innocent people.

Y/N: "Oh, look!"

Yes, you also like to pretend to see something that you would find interesting.

… In partially empty shop windows.

Niragi: "What the fuck should I look for?" Y/N: "See the rocks there?" Niragi: "You kidding me, right?"

The nice thing is that he would still look to something you tell him to look at.

There could actually be something interesting there.

Well, most of the times at least.

It's nearly impossible but who know?

Y/N: "OH, SEE WHAT I HAVE FOUND TH-" Niragi: "What is it this time? Another boring and ugly stone you think it's fascinating?" Y/N: "No ..." Niragi: "Oh, what is it this time then?" Y/N: "The tree there."

He will touch his nose and look at you angrily- but not without laughing afterwards at your amiable stupidity.

Damn, he loves you so much for what you are, he can't even be bothered.

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captainamericasmotercycle · 2 years

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Jake falling in love with iceman’s daughter who’s almost the girl version of her father always flying cold and is best friend with hangman never backing down from him unaware he’s secretly in love with her and has been.

When he’s tried to make a move coyotes always there making comments about him sleeping with the admirels daughter though for Jake it’s more then that

OKAY WAIT I LOVE THIS. thank you so much for this request anon <333

perfect storms

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x kazansky!reader

warnings: fluff, suggestive comments, she/her pronouns (no other physical descriptions), friends to lovers, call sign is viper

wc: 2.3k

Being an admiral’s daughter was pretty brutal during flight school and training. The constant unwanted comments of “Daddy’s Money” or how you would get special treatment because of your father’s position. Then there were the others who tried to get into your pants to climb the chain of command easily.

But then you came to Top Gun Academy and met Jake “Hangman” Seresin. At first, you were skeptical of his intentions because you’ve known plenty of guys like him before and not all of them had the right ideas about you. But Jake was nothing but kind to you.

The first time you two met was one of the most genuine interactions you’ve had during your time in the service. You were walking out to the jets when Jake ran up behind you and caught your attention.

“Hey!” It startled you at first because the majority of your class was male and you tried to keep your distance. You turned to him and prepared for the worst.

“Hey,” you sent him a polite smile.

“You ready to fight up there?” You had been learning about dog-fighting and today was the first day of being up in the air to practice.

“I think I’ll be okay, you?”

“Of course, I mean, I am the best pilot around,” you let out a loud laugh.

“Is that so?”

“Yes ma’am,” he winked at you. You stopped at the side of your jet and narrowed your eyes at him, smirking, “Well I guess we’ll see, Bagman,” you teased as you climbed into the vessel.

Jake stood there with an almost pout-like expression, “It’s Hangman!”

“Sure it is!” Jake smiled as he walked toward his own jet.

After getting the all-clear, you were up in the air, you hovered lower than the other two jets, as you were posing as the enemy. The other pilots hung close to each other, you could hear them over the comms, “Where is she?”, “She bail on us already?”, “Maybe she never left the ground”. Your anger only grew as you heard the other pilots talking about you, but your confidence only rose when you heard Jake’s voice, “Now boys, let’s give her a chance, she might take us all out,”

You began your attack by dropping your altitude, you had learned this move from dad’s close friend who had taught you to fly from an early age. You heard the others continuously wonder where you were, that’s when you shot up in between the two jets.

“Miss me?”

As the others recollected themselves from the surprise attack, you used this to your advantage, you pulled yourself around and managed to take out the second jet, but Jake was still flying. “You’re out!”

“Damnit!”

You followed Jake after the other plane headed back to the hangar, “Come on, Bagman, this the best you got?”

“Oh, no, Darlin’ I’m just gettin’ started,”

After minutes of chasing each other around in the air you managed to get yourself under him, you dropped your speed and let him fly ahead, then as he pulled ahead you increased your altitude and speed and managed to “shoot him down”.

“You’re out, Seresin!”

“Fuck,” Jake swore and headed toward the ground.

When the two of you got to the ground, you weren’t surprised to see him standing at the base of your jet. Although, you were surprised to hear him congratulate your work instead of criticizing it.

“Well, I guess I’m not the best pilot around,” you smiled at him, climbing out of the jet.

“You definitely gave me a run for my money, Seresin. You’re just not quite on my level yet,” winking at him, you left him standing on the runway, being more intrigued than ever.

Weeks have gone by since you had officially met Jake and it had been a couple weeks since the two of you had become friends. To be honest, you had never thought you would have any friends, but Jake had definitely proved you wrong.

The two of you had been hanging out almost every day after work at the Hard Deck or one of your two houses. To say you were enjoying it was an understatement, it was something you looked forward to from the time you arrived on base to the time you left base.

Jake was enjoying your time equally as much, if not more than you. Unbeknownst to your knowledge, every time he saw you, he fell harder for you. But he especially liked how you challenged him, it was a different experience than he had ever had with anyone else.

Everyone else that he had been with would go with him anywhere, anytime, just for the asking, but you gave him something to chase, someone to pine over, and he loved every minute of it.

It was 2 weeks before the two of you graduated from the Academy and went out into the world and the two of you sat on your couch on opposite ends, thinking about graduation and the time after that. You didn’t want to leave each other, but tonight there was a thick tension in the air.

“I got my assignment today,” your voice was softer than ever, Jake turned and looked at you.

“So did I,” he paused for a moment, “Listen, Viper, whatever happens-”

“We’re gonna be okay, Bagman,” you teased, cracking a smile from him for the first time that night, “You’re only going to miss my great piloting skills when your ass needs to be saved,”

“You’re damn right, Darlin’,” you looked away for a moment then back to him.

“I’m sorry, Jake,”

“What for?”

“Tonight’s been weird and tense, there’s just been a lot going on and I’ve had so much on my mind,” you apologized. You were heading out to fly all over the world and it was so exciting but you were terrified of what would happen in the future. Of course, you had been prepared for this all of your life, but now that it was actually happening, it seemed a lot more difficult than it sounded.

Jake had a lot on his mind as well, but it was much different from what you were worrying about. While you were thinking about your career, he was thinking about you. You two had created such a strong bond during your time together and he didn’t want to lose that.

It felt like for the first time in his life, Jake Seresin was scared. Scared of losing you, scared of leaving you, scared that you might find someone better than him.

You scooted over to his side of the couch and curled next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, he felt as if his heart was going to pound out of his chest. You watched blankly as the TV played reruns of Friends, and you ended up falling asleep comfortably on Jake’s shoulder, not long after you, he rested his head on yours and fell asleep himself.

The two of you never really talked about that night again, but graduation came faster than you would have liked. You were moments away from being shipped off to Italy and Jake to Hawaii. Just what he was afraid of, you two were going to be on opposite ends of the world, with limited to no communication.

He walked you to the rest of your squadron, “I guess this is it,”

“It’s not goodbye forever, Jake,”

“You don’t know that,”

“Well, we are the best pilots around aren’t we?”

“I suppose,” he chuckled dryly,

“If you’re the best pilot around, you better come back to me, Seresin,” you told him, bumping your arm into his.

Come back to me. That’s all he needed to hear. In this moment everything was perfect, he was so close to you, if he just leaned in a couple more inches...

“Kazansky!”

You turned around to see your commanding admiral calling you in, you turned back to Jake giving him a quick goodbye, “Don’t die, Seresin, I’m going to be expecting to see you again,”

You ran off before he could say anything, his heart dropped as he watched you walk away, possibly being the last time.

It had been almost a year since you had left him for Italy, but now you were all being called back to Top Gun for a top-secret mission.

The first night at the Hard Deck all of the pilots were getting to know each other, while knowing most of them, you couldn’t help but to look for Jake. It was a bittersweet reunion, “Bagman,”

He turned thinking that Phoenix was back to bother him, but when he saw you, his eyes lit up, “VIper? I didn’t know you were stateside!”

“What, I spend 8 months oversea and you don’t think I’m good enough to fly with you anymore?”

“I don’t know, you definitely give me a run for my money, but I don’t think you’re quite on my level,” he smiled, quoting you from the first time you flew together.

You laughed, “I’m going to get a drink, you want anything?”

“Yea, that’d be great,”

As you walked away, Coyote came up next to Jake, “An admiral’s daughter? Really Seresin?”

“It’s not like that, man,”

“Sure it’s not,”

Rooster and Hangman had been butting heads recently and while you weren’t close to Rooster, you had to side with him on this one.

“What? None of you wondered about the tension? How Rooster’s daddy flew with Maverick,”

You scoffed at him, “And what, Seresin?”

“All I’m saying is that I knew there was something else goin’ on,”

“My father flew with Mav, so what difference is there between Rooster and me?”

“Mav was there when little Goose-” Rooster jumped up and lunged toward Jake, the rest of the team jumped up and pulled them apart, you took Bradley’s side and the look on your face made Jake realize how much he had just fucked up.

Dogfight football was something that seemed to ease the tension for a quick moment of bliss. You were able to forgive Jake for his outburst after much convincing from him.

It was now sunset and you and the rest of the Dagger team were running around the sand tossing around a football. You and Jake were head to head, “You’re going down Kazansky,”

“I don’t think so,” you smirked at him. The next game started and you ran at Jake, trying to push him back from Phoenix who was playing quarterback, you thought you had him but at the last second, he grabbed your waist and brought you to the ground.

You smiled up at him after Phoenix had scored, “Help me up?”

He reached out a hand to you and you pulled him down, him landing on top of you. Fanboy saw the scene and yelled out, “Get a room!”

You were used to the teasing, but not about Jake. Somehow this time felt different. Jake saw your face drop as Coyote whistled and laughed, “Seresin’s trying to climb the ranks, huh?”

You got up and rolled your eyes, laughing dryly, you walked over to your towel and bag. Jake ran over to Coyote and smacked him on the back of the head, “ What the fuck, man?”

“Come on, Hangman, I’m just playin’,”

“I don’t fucking care, asshole,” he made his way over to where you were sitting in a chair near Halo and Phoenix.

“Viper..”

“Fuck off, Jake,” Phoenix yelled at him, but he ignored her.

“Can we have a minute, please,” he asked you, you wanted to say no but you just couldn’t.

“Yeah, alright,”

You got up and walked up the beach with Jake, he stopped you when you were far enough away from the others.

“You know it’s not like that, right?”

“Jake, I really don’t care, okay it doesn’t matter,” you began to walk away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him.

“It does matter because it isn’t like that, and you and I both know that. You’re not just another hookup to me, you’re not just a friend, you’re so much more than that and I hoped that you would have seen it by now.”

Oh. Oh.

“Jake-”

“No, I need to say this,”

“Jake-”

“I’ve loved you since the first time you shot my plane down in that dogfight almost a year ago and ever since then, I’ve just fallen in love with you more every day since then,”

“Jak-”

“And I know you probably don’t feel the same, but I just had to tell you because I couldn’t hold it in any longer. When you left for Italy and left me standing there, it was the scariest moment of my life because I thought I was going lose you,”

“Jake stop!” He looked at you, scared of what you were going to say, but you didn’t say anything, you leaned forward and kissed him hard and passionately. You pulled away and he looked at you shocked.

“Jake, I’ve loved you for so long, but I didn’t think that you felt the same, I thought I was just... there, I had no idea you felt that way,”

“You were never ‘just there’, you’re everything to me and I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner, I was just- I was scared. Scared of losing you, scared of losing what we had,”

“You’re never going to lose me, Jake, I can promise you that,” he smiled dearly at you and kissed you again.

“Do you wanna get out of here? Maybe watch reruns of Friends like we used to?”

A bright smile took over your face, “That sounds great, I would love that.” And just like that, everything seemed perfect again.

#jake seresin x you #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #hangman top gun #hangman x y/n #hangman seresin x reader #hangman fluff #jake seresin fluff #top gun #top gun maverick #admiral kazansky #kazansky reader #iceman #iceman kazansky

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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I Want To Try (Aegon x Reader)

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(Y/n) Targaryen was born two years after her brother Aegon, Aegon adored his sister from the start, he would spend hours on his mothers side and just gaze at the babe with curiosity, he was a sweet brother and everyone raved about their immediate bond.

(Y/n) was a frail and prone to sickness when she was a toddler, Alicent had to spend countless nights on her daughters side to tend to her fever or wild cough, Aegon developed the habit of coming in her chamber every morning to bring her tea, he would even crush different herbs to give to the maesters in hopes that it would heal his dear sister.

“Mother, may I take (y/n) to the dragon pit?”

“Aegon your sister is still coughing she might catch a fever in the sky”

“But but but”

“No buts little one, Mayhaps tomorrow if she feels better”

Aegon had two loves, (y/n) and sunfyre, a peculiar detail was that (y/n)s egg hatched the day Aegons did, her hatchling was a beautiful silver scaled shedragon named moonlight, while sunfyre was an exquisite golden scaled male, it seemed like they had taken it upon themselves to continue the tradition of their riders, the dragons refused to fly unless they were together, to see one up in the sky meant the other was close by.

However as Aegon stepped into his adolescent years life started to crush his spirit, the constant pressure to perform under his fathers harsh looks and his mothers extreme expectations to compete against his older half sister forced him into paths he had no intentions of following.

(Y/n) was his escape, when she walked in the garden with the sun shining on her face, the light made her look like an ethereal creature as she smiled at her brother and called for him to join her, Aegon could never say to no her.

It was only natural for them to be betrothed, (y/n) nor Aegon were against it, they always leaned on one another so truly nothing would change in their bond, if anything it would make it stronger.

“You look stunning”

“Why I hoped so, everyone is expecting for me to be a radiant blushing bride”

“I am on their side then, you look adorable when you blush”

Aegon loved his sisters shy nature, how pretty she was when her face would turn as red as the roses on their garden with a simple compliment. (Y/n) grinned at Aegon while she approached him, Aegon immediately wrapped his arms around her and felt his shoulders sink at the warm feeling of her presence, he had managed to sneak past everyone to take a little peek at his lady wife to be, as well as give her something he had planned for months.

“I brought you something”

“If it is another scorpion I swear to Gods”

“It was one time and we were 11 and 9, no this is far more appropriate and harmless”

Aegon pulled a medium sized box from his pocket and placed it on her hands. She spared him one quick look before she opened it with anticipation, a gasp escaped her lips while her fingers graced over the necklace.

“Aegon… it’s perfect”

“Let’s take this boring necklace mother picked out to replace it with this”

Aegon was quite experienced with clasping and unclapsing things so it only took a few seconds for (y/n) to feel the cold silver against her skin. Her hand once again went over the butterfly design, Aegon always called her “little butterfly” he never said why but he picked up the nickname, only he knew that it was because he viewed her as such a small and delicate thing however it held immense beauty in a huge ugly world, only the lucky ones felt the touch of the butterfly against their skin, to see them was a sign of spring, no more gloomy morrows and rainy skies, sunshine was approaching.

“There, now you are ready. I better get going before mother starts yelling my name around the castle”

Their marriage was based on their unconditional love they held for one another, Aegon took care of his sister and stayed by her side like an honourable lord husband as his wife was tormented by sickness quite often and (y/n) was a match any lord would crave for himself, the epitome of grace and a kind woman as well as holding the Targaryen beauty even if her hair was a mix of her mothers with a few strands of silver strings, Aegon had developed the habit of brushing his sisters wife’s hair every night.

Well that is the nights he stayed in their chamber, Aegon was good man but everyone whispered of his unquenchable thirst for the dark streets of silk and his addiction to sweet dornish wine.

Aegon felt the need to take care of his lover, knowing how delicate and sensitive she was he treated her like the finest porcelain, Aegon cherished those moments that he could lie next to an Angel that whispered his name like dripping honey, she had the softest touch in all of Westeros.

Howbeit, Aegon had some twisted desires, fantasies that he would never dare to even speak of to his wife, so he resided in whores and servants that would do anything just to brag the next morrow that they laid with the dragon.

However Alicent was still (y/n)s mother, she could not dismiss the news that knocked on her door, prince Aegon had impregnated a whore at the streets of silk, everyone ran to gossip about the princesses inability to produce an heir while a commoner was bearing Aegons first born child.

“What seems to be the problem mother?”

“There is no easy way to tell you this but as your mother it is my responsibility”

“Is Aegon alright?”

“Yes, yes he is fine although the matter I wish to discuss is about him”

It was almost like something snapped in her, it dawned on her the reason why her mother was passing in her chamber and rumbled nervously. (Y/n) placed a hand on her flat belly instinctively, her worst fear had come to fruition.

“Is she a servant? Or a whore?”

“My dear-”

“Has she given birth yet? Does Aegon know?”

“No she has not and I do not know yet”

As tears started to stream down her eyes Aegon came walking in, what a peculiar way to walk in at such tragedy that he had caused while whistling away a happy tune

“(Y/n)? Did someone die?”

(Y/n) stormed out of the room leaving her mother and husband in the dust, Aemond found her running to the dragon pit almost out of breath and held her tightly, poor thing was such a mess that she almost collapsed on her younger brothers arms, her sobs made Aemond furious, he did not even have to ask Aemond was certain that Aegon was the cause.

(Y/n) had done her best to avoid Aegon, she had slept in separate chambers, her guards had strict instructions to shield her from her lord husband with no questions asked, (y/n) only allowed her mother, sister and brother Aemond to visit. Aegon of course had done his best to fool them, planning and waiting patiently for the right time, he always failed since the guards would catch him before he could even approach her.

“Dear sister you cannot stay locked in your chamber forever, why don’t we go on the dragonpit, the dragon keepers informed me poor moonlight has been wailing”

“It is not me she misses Aemond, she has been separated from Sunfyre until she releases her clutch of eggs, even my dragon beat me to it”

She complained. She had put on a brave face and stayed by her husbands side through everything, she could not find any more strength to gloss over a child.

“I am sick of this act, you can cry wolf all you wish (y/n) but I will not allow you to be a prisoner in your own house, it is time you take matters to your own hands”

Tonight was special, tonight was Aemonds name day and every lord from the seven kingdoms has come to pay their respects for the one eyed prince, (y/n) could feel her stomach do backflips while the servants were fitting her into her dress, a dress that was specifically made for this occasion.

Aegon was at the edge of his seat for the whole feast, how could the prince and (y/n) be absent? Aemond was always extremely punctual this was completely unlike him, “they are on to something” he thought as he emptied his goblet to ease his nerves.

Everyone turned their heads when the doors opened and of course the sight that unfolded in front of them had everyone picking their jaws of the floor, (y/n) was known for her beauty but this was an… extreme change of wardrobe”

“Prince Aemond Targaryen with his sister Princess (y/n) Targaryen”

(Y/n) seemed poised as she held on her brothers arm to walk down the stairs, no one would have guessed that she was shaking like a leaf and wanted to hide behind her brother. Her pride pushed her to walk just a little further and smile just a little brighter as everyone took in her appearance, the dress was beautiful however it was completely out of character for the princess, it made Aegon furious to see her in such… promiscuous clothing in front of every lord and lady of Westeros. With his eyes glued on her he squeezed the goblet with such force that his knuckles went white.

“Aegon you mustn’t make a scene it is your brothers night”

“It is his night mother and that is also my wife”

He hissed at Alicent as he impatiently toyed with his ring, a ring she had given him, a ring he had never even considered of taking off, imagine the pain in his chest when he glanced over at his wife to discover that (y/n) had taken her butterfly necklace off and replaced it with a dragon necklace she had received from Aemond on her wedding feast.

Aegon was fuming, she did not even approach the table, instead (y/n) chose to dance with their brother while talking and laughing with him, their brief separation had not fazed her whatsoever, quite the contrary her melodic laugh could be heard from a mile away as Aemond spun her around.

Aegon had seen enough when they switched partners and (y/n) danced carelessly with Lord Cregan Stark who seemed to be rather fond of his wives choice of clothing when he rather obviously attempted to peek inside his wives dress, Aegon smashed his first on the table before he rose up from his chair and with a haste step he tore (y/n) from the dance-floor and dragged her outside by the wrist causing the music to stop and the crowd to follow them with their eyes until the doors shut behind them.

“I’ve had enough of you (y/n)”

“Let me go, you embarrassed me”

“I embarrassed you? You waltz in dressed like… this and dance your night away but I embarrassed you?”

“Dressed like what dear husband? A whore? I thought you would like it since you seem to spend most your nights with them in your disgusting drunken delirium”

“Is that what this is? You want my attention?”

“I want my husband to stand by my side loyally which is something that you have never been able to do that and now another woman is to have your… child”

The idea of another woman giving birth to his child made her skin crawl as she winced away from him and held her throbbing wrist from her husbands harsh grasp.

Aegon finally saw past his nose and recognised why (y/n) retaliated, she was betrayed, the news of a bastard had gone in from his one ear and out the other, having said that his concept was not reciprocated by the person that mattered to him the most, his (y/n).

“I have spend the last four days trying to talk to you, wanting to know what it is that hurt you, we have always discussed our issues-“

“Issues? It’s not an issue Aegon it’s disrespectful towards me, you humiliated our marriage for all the seven kingdoms to witness, they all whisper about my foolishness while a whore parades her belly and calls herself “the dragons mother”, was there a minute within the past days that the idea of you being the corporate of my cold actions is you?”

Silence fell between them as they stared to each others eyes, Aegon had tried to protect her from everyone, now he was the one that (y/n) should be protected from, behind the hateful words and bold act his beloved wife cried for affection and he finally was faced with his shortcomings, he could only describe it as if (y/n) had brought a mirror and forced him to look at his own reflection for the first time. The agony of seeing her hide her tears from Aegon was vigorous, Aegon did not pride himself for things except of the way he treated his wife and even that was not stripped away from him due to his nature of destroying everything that was good.

“You are scared because we have yet to have a child”

“Yes Aegon, what if I can’t give you that? and now someone else beat me to it”

(Y/n) was never good with lying, just a little pressure and she came undone to Aegons arms, she spilled the true reason behind her pain which was that he would leave and that her fragile health would become too much for him.

Aegon took his wives hands in his to gain her attention and take her out of her disturbing thoughts, he would never leave her side, Aegon would rather feel the burn of sunfyres flames against his entire body than abandon his wedlock, she was his everything, his bewitching butterfly that gave his life meaning. Their mother had turned her back on him, their father was never there, Aemond always looked down upon Aegons decisions and had made it clear how he did not share the same values as Aegon, (y/n) was the only one that consistently showed him sympathy and defended him.

“You know I love you (y/n), you know that right?”

“Yes Aegon but-“

“No buts, you are my butterfly, my true love, I will never ever leave you. I apologise for hurting you I need you to know I never intended to cause such harm”

A child would be a blessing but nothing would matter if she was not there, to see her sleeping peacefully on their shared bed while he kept his arms protectively around her made him forget for just a moment that he was cursed, nothing mattered other than the fact that she was safe and content, her grin always resulted in his heart fluttering like a birds wings cause it meant he had done at least one thing right.

“We will have children one day, the mother would never deprive a woman so kind and gracious like you of it, even if we don’t I am perfectly content with having you for myself. I will not lie to you, I am a creature of sadistic desires, desires I could not apply to you but if it displeases you then I will do my best to suppress them. I will do anything to keep you”

Aegons voice was soft and barely above a whispered as he explained his thoughts to (y/n) while his face was inches away from hers. Her eyes peering back at him through her long eyelashes made him itch to the idea hugging her so tight until he heard her bones break, he had missed her incredibly and had barely been able to sleep since his bed felt so cold without her, if (y/n) was not there it felt like life had no zest.

Aegon leaned to place a tender kiss at his wives lips to which she responded with the same softness, she had no idea how much Aegon yearned for her touch, he had resided to having her image in his mind when he spend his previous nights with whores that had auburn hair and even whispered her name during the act.

“I want to try”

“My love-“

“No Aegon, I want to know, we are husband and wife yet I knew nothing of those… desires.”

“Will that make you happy?”

“We must share everything no matter what that is the only way we can work, you and me, no one else”

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universaln0b0dy · 5 months

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HEYaaaaa , may I request a dozen roses for the third years please ?????? cute serie

A dozen roses. (Twisted wonderland third years (-housewardens)x reader)

《Characters》: Trey, Carter, Rook, Lillia

《Summary》: You and him had a fight. For whatever reason and the other would only be forgiven if they would be brought a dozen Roses, handpicked/self made or at least that's what they think. Though it was only said out of anger the next week they hold said roses.

《Note》: established relationship. Also fluff, simply fluff

Trey Clover:

Okay, how did that happen. You and Trey having a fight? That was considered impossible. Both of you were the most understanding people in the world wich means a fight shouldn't even have broken out?

Well it did. Though neither you nor Trey can remember what it was about. Something about you having scared Trey to death with fighting all of these Overblots.

You wanted to be the bigger person in this case, planning on apologising for letting the fight get out of control when the only thing Trey did was watch out for you.

Well what might suprise a lot of people is that Trey holds grudges. And you get to experience that rare sight of Trey ignoring you out of anger. And you feel horrible about that.

Wanting to apologise, you crack your head with thinking about what to do as an apology. You get the idea for the roses, by looking out of your window.

"Trey? The prefect is here to see you." Trey perks up, sighing with a slight frown. He really didn't want to see you at the moment, but he had been ignoring you for exactly one week now and maybe he should talk to you.

You step towards Trey, holding the self picked flowers out to him, trying your best to hide the small scratches that littered over your arm.

"I am really sorry. Your right, I shouldn't be so reckless and I shouldn't have said all of that, you were just looking out for me." You exclaim looking at Trey.

The green haired male sighs, but takes the flowers. He looks at them and than smiles at you. "You are forgiven my sweetheart. After all what you are doing helps a lot of people, just promise me that you'll tell me about it, so I can help you."

Carter Diamond:

Carter was known for his cheery and social media based personality, hiding that he had a hard time getting close to people or showing others his none perfect side.

Exept you. You were willing to wait for him, allowing him to take his own time with communicating his feeling. And he probably ruined that.

It was a simple prank he posted without your consent, that made you walk out of the door angrily and avoid him even after he took down the video.

He really doesn't know what to do and it shows, the whole week he seems kinda anxious fidgeting with his fingers pacing around the dorm, or letting his smile falter for just a few seconds.

Trey is the first one to give him an idea on just how to apologise, wich he follows, hoping that you would accept his apology.

You open the door to Ramshackle, flowers greeting your face. They are hand picked, you can tell by the small scratches that cover Carters hands.

"My love, I am very sorry. I shouldn't have posted that video without your consent and- and maybe I should really not post everything on social media I-I..." His voice breaks and you take the flowers giving him a kiss on his forehead.

"I forgive you, but never do that again okay?"

Rook Hunt:

Well no one would believe that you and Rook could fight. Rook was down bad for you in a way that no one else was and you loved Rook even with his little quirks and habits.

But even you could get irritated by his constant stalking. Wich you tell him after a long and exhausting day working for Crowley, in a not a polite way, leaving Rook speeches.

You feel horrible. Rook had stood up and left without saying another word, but by the fact that Vil came knocking on your door later on, asking you just what the hell happened.

You tell Vil what happened, along with asking if he knew just how to apologise to Rook. Luckily Vil sighs realising that it's nothing serious and he won't have to expect Rook being quiet forever. It was spooky.

You on the other hand try your best to catch Rook somewhere in order to properly apologise, but when a hunter doesn't want to be found he won't be found.

By the end of the week you are completely devastated,running into the Pomefiore dorm, asking everyone about Rook. The students told you that he might be in his room and you run towards the direction that was pointed to you.

Before you can knock on the dorms door, Rook opens it. He looks at you, looking gloomy in some way. You hand him the roses with tears in your eyes.

"I am really sorry Rook! I shouldn't have said all that! I don't think it's annoying that you follow me around, I feel safe. And I know that I sometimes might get angry but I want you to know that I didn't mean anything I said that day!" You exclaim, before you suddenly get pulled to the floor by a hug. Rook had tackled you.

"You are forgiven monsior/mademoiselle trickster!"

Lilia Vanrouge:

Oh dear, Lillia and you that was a story. You were an immortal that was recently thrown into this world and Lilia was well Lilia, a veteran fae in the schools textbooks.

It was love on first prank how people might say. Well the relationship was so good that no one expected you two to fight. But well you and Lilia did and you really had a bad fight.

Silver didn't understand what had happened, you just stormed out of the dorm without saying another word, leaving behind a very angry but at the same time really sad Lilia.

The fight was about you returning to your world, with Lilia voicing clear displeasure at the fact you might leave again, but you understood. He was your boyfriend after all.

But something irked you on the way he said it, sounding like he was trying to accuse you of abandoning him and Silver, who you have become a parental figure for.

You simply need time for yourself for now, ignoring the faes advances of talking with you, until Malleus shows up at Ramshackles doormat looking like a lost puppy.

You of course let him in, brewing the dragon fae some tea and Malleus asks you about your fight with Lilia, telling you about how weird Lilia has been behaving.

When he asks you about what apology you would accept, you tell him that a dozen roses would be perfect. Malleus smiles. The dragon fae had really taken a liking to you, seeing you like a parental figure, just like Silver did.

It's now been a week since your fight and you were about to walk over to Diasomnia, until you hear a knock on the door. You open it, seeing Lilia stand in front of you, with exactly a dozen Rose's.

"I am sorry my dear, I shouldn't have gotten so worked up about the fact you might return to your world one day, after all it's your choice! But I was scared that you would just leave..." The fae mutters. You smile pulling Lilia into a hug.

"I would never leave you, Malleus or Silver. I am not going anywhere!"

#twisted wonderland #trey clover #carter diamond #rook hunt #lilia vanrouge #x reader #A dozen roses (twist scenario)

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prolix-yuy · 1 year

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I have never, ever asked anyone for an ask before so I don't know any of the rules for these things. For the pairing, can we ask for a pairing like Marcus Pike x Jack Daniels x Reader (cause Double Agents is a Mood™️ and a Vibe™️) or like either of those Singular x Reader.

And it's ME, so obviously I have to choose "CHAOS and order" as the topic. Chaos is my middle name after all.

Also please feel free to make this as explicit as possible. I mean, as you'd like.

If I did this wrong and I should change something let me know because like I said I've never done this before, so it is to YOU - Tumblr Crush Bestie - that I am losing my ask virginity. Seems fitting! 😉

Aynsley. Oh Aynsley. You come into my house and ask for filth? For chaos? To be as EXPLICIT AS POSSIBLE?

I am happy to provide, my dear Tumblr Crush Bestie!

Sorry it's taken so gosh-darn long, these three were taking their sweet time figuring out the threesome twister game. I hope you enjoy!

Two Truths and a Lie

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x F!Reader x Marcus Pike

Summary: If you said you didn't want what these two men have in store, you'd be a liar.

Word Count: 6.3k (YOU'RE WELCOME)

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, descriptions of male and female bodies, m/m dynamics, mmf dynamics, breast play, biting, oral sex (m and f receiving), handjobs, brief rimming, use of anal plug, anal sex (m receiving), face sitting, PiV sex, everyone's bisexual, aftercare, dirty talking because I'm a slut for it.

Notes: I've been teasing this for so long and it's finally arrived! And I'm embodying the 'chaos' in the request by barely editing this. Should I have? Maybe. Will I deny us any of the filth these three get into? Absolutely not. Enjoy my lovelies!

The first time you lied you didn’t even know what you were doing. Barely speaking full sentences and you pushed a boy over in the playground. He was loud, mean, and you were so full of emotions your little body had to retaliate. But when the teacher came over and asked what happened, you lied.

“He fell.”

The boy was too embarrassed to admit it was you, ushered away by the teacher. And you basked in a new feeling that would grow to be your constant companion: the elation of getting away with it.

Now, much later in life, you’d perfected lying. You lied like you breathed. Tells well hidden, truths spread like jam on burnt bread, just enough to hide the taste. You didn’t want to be punished, or caught. It wasn’t about waiting for someone to call you out. Lying was a language you spoke fluently and without equal, and was a competition with only yourself as audience.

Take tonight, for example. You’d lied to your friends that you didn’t feel well enough to go out. You’d lied to the bartender about why you were here. You’d even lied to the Uber driver, who could care less why you were coming to a swank hotel bar this late at night. But that’s three unsuspecting participants and three more tallies on the invisible scoreboard.

The truth, not that you’d ever say it, was that you were bored. Endlessly, achingly bored. If you had to listen to one more pregnancy story, or upcoming wedding plans, or theorize on whatever show everyone was watching this time, you might actually scream. So tonight you forewent the Mexican restaurant your friends love and came here.

The bar is lush in a way that makes you salivate. Burgundy velvet chairs flank dark leather Chesterfield couches, artfully arranged to create the illusion of privacy underneath the cathedral ceilings. Royal blue and black brocade wallpaper flanks you as you approach the bar, black walnut wrapped around a towering wall of liquor. The stools glint gold as you slide onto one, balancing delicately. It’s not until you put in your drink order and settle back that you see them.

Once you do, you’re not sure how they escaped your observation. Two men seated at a high top overlooking city lights, casually sipping from rocks glasses. One is clean shaven, short haired and neatly dressed. Corporate attire - a tidy suit, tie, crisp white shirt. His face is soft in the table’s candlelight, eyes crinkled in the corners enough to know he enjoys himself without reservation.

The other man holds some of the same features - large hands swirling alcohol in his tumbler, dark hair and eyes, a broad build - but the similarities end with the confidence he’s exuding. His outfit is more cowboy chic, dark jeans and a gray suit jacket over a light pink shirt with a peek of suspenders under the lapel. His boots hook over a stool rung, tilted back as his companion leans forward. The smirk painting his face paired with his teasing eyes quirks a smile of your own. Definitely cocksure, and possibly for good reason if those tight jeans were anything to go by.

Then the cowboy reaches across the table and pinches the other man’s chin between his thick fingers, a softer look gracing his face. The other man flushes a light pink, eyes casting down as his smile turns bashful.

Suddenly you’re too hot, snapping your gaze back to your drink.

Not for you.

Not that you’d assumed either of them would turn their attention your way. They were both your type in a room with surprisingly few options, but the night is young, and your drink has barely been touched. You lift it to your lips for a small sip, letting the liquor burn in the way good sex can light you aflame (an experience you’d been low on lately) when a voice murmurs at your shoulder.

“Drinking alone?”

The blushing companion is now at your elbow, respectful but close enough that it makes your skin tingle. He leans on the bar, nodding once to the bartender with a smile before redirecting his attention back to your purposefully neutral expression.

“For now,” you reply cryptically, taking a sip of your drink as you peek at him over the rim. His smile widens, a glint of teeth between soft, kissable lips. Shouldn’t have been fantasizing about a conquest tonight, now you’re too keyed in to a man who’s out of your league in several ways.

“Would you like some company while you wait? My partner and I have a table,” he says as two glasses slide into his grasp. You shrug.

“My friends will be here soon.”

Liar.

“Of course. One drink.”

“Only one.”

Liar.

“As the lady wishes.”

One drink turns into two, your wits still about you but your attention pleasingly bewitched by the couple. Marcus, the one who approached, is an FBI agent specializing in art crimes, which you unabashedly question him about while the cowboy smirks in your periphery.

“You can tell the difference between a fake and an original on sight?”

Marcus chuckles into the rim of his glass, tongue peeking out to stop an errant drop.

“Only the very bad ones. The good ones need analysis, imaging, carbon dating. But it’s amazing to see how far someone will go.”

His knee knocks into yours and remains there.

The cowboy’s name is Jack Daniels, which makes you scoff until he raises an eyebrow at you. He even works at a distillery, though he was a field agent in a past life. That’s how he and Marcus met, the mention exchanging fondness that makes you gaze into your own drink for distraction. He orders a round of Statesman as proof of his fine taste, and you have to agree it’s much better than the whiskey most men offer you as though you know nothing of liquor.

He lifts his boot to catch on the low rung of your stool, opening the span of his thighs to you. If you didn’t know better you would think these two were…

“We have a question for you, darlin,” Jack says when the drinks run dry, pinning you with a smirk. You straighten your spine, chin lifted to pre-empt your refusal.

You didn’t want to see what these men might offer.

Liar.

“Marcus saw you come in and thought you were about the prettiest thing he’d laid eyes on. But I’m a little more discerning. I like women to be smarter than me.” You roll your eyes but he keeps on running that smooth Southern drawl. “Which you are. Clearly. So I’m gonna ask you this for the both of us, and it only goes for the both of us. Package deal.”

Your eyes dart between Jack and Marcus, observing their drastically different postures. Marcus is nervous, hands folded tightly in front of him, eyes locked on them as he worries at his lower lip. Jack, on the other hand, is a man negotiating a deal and has all the confidence in the world, though he’s tuned in to Marcus’ discomfort. You wonder briefly if this is how they work best, Jack taking the lead. The thought blares heat across your chest.

“What would you like to ask?” you reply cooly, even though your heart hammers so loud you’re sure they can hear it. It’s under control until Jack’s eyes flick down to your hand worrying at your glass. His gaze flits up - caught.

“We’d like to invite you up to our room,” Jack says simply, leaning back in his seat. Marcus finally tears his eyes from his hands and watches for your reaction. You smirk at them both.

“For a nightcap?” you ask innocently, but the dark humor that spreads over Jack’s face shakes your resolve.

“No, darlin, we’d like to invite you into our bed. If that’s favorable to you, of course,” Jack says, the game ping-ponging between you as Marcus watches.

“I assumed I wasn’t your type,” you stall, interrogating yourself about the offer. Did you want to let them lead you away from here?

You’re definitely not bored anymore. If anything you’re aching at the thought.

“You are,” Marcus interjects, pulling your attention from Jack’s intense stare. His face is open, eager, kind. He seems like the kind of man who wears soft sweaters and asks you how your day was and actually listens. What a pair they make.

“I’d like to have an idea of what I’m getting myself into before agreeing to anything,” you say, but your voice is getting shakier by the minute. Marcus slides his hand across the table, fingertips lightly grazing the back of your hand. It’s grounding, comforting.

Electric.

“Safety for everyone, of course. Protection all around,” Jack says, speaking in a low voice that urges you to lean forward. It gives him the opportunity to graze his fingers along your thigh in a featherlight touch that burns you with arousal. “Marcus likes it when I take charge, but you’re our guest so whatever your comfort level is, we’ll respect. If you’d like to take a break or end it at any time, we stop.”

Then Jack leans in and destroys the final barriers between you and your decision.

“We both like to eat pussy, and will make you cum several times before fucking you. Marcus likes to be inside while I fuck him, but I’d like to feel you squeeze around me too. I won’t leave marks if you ask, but I like to use my mouth, and my teeth. Marcus wants to kiss you, often, and very thoroughly. He might be quiet now, but he’s vocal as hell when you get him riled up. I’m likely to never shut up unless my mouth’s busy.”

Your breath is coming in quick pants now, Marcus’ fingers sliding along the back of your hand to open your fist and slip inside. Jack’s heavy hand on your thigh feels like all that’s keeping you held to the earth. Sensing your hesitation, Marcus leans in and breathes into your ear.

“Would you like that, sweetheart?”

You don’t hear your agreement over the rushing in your ears, but their twin smiles of satisfaction confirm it.

Staring into the mirror and psyching yourself up to leave the bathroom, you adjust your lingerie for the eighth time. Mauve lace clings to your breasts, your hips, just opaque enough to be pretty instead of lewd. In this moment you wish it was more exciting, more daring for these men who offered you a spot in their bed. How tame you must seem after all the bravado you showed in the bar.

You’re not ready for this.

Liar.

Gathering up your last bit of courage, you saunter into the hotel bedroom. You’d left Jack and Marcus there fully clothed, knowing smiles and the beginnings of flirty touches the last thing you’d seen. Now, you’re treated to a much more mouthwatering sight.

Jack is seated on the edge of the bed, jacket discarded and suspenders loose by his thighs. His shirt is messy and untucked, one final button around his stomach holding on for dear life after all the others abandoned their posts. His pants are open, and as you come to a stop you’re treated to Marcus’ deep groan as he swallows Jack’s cock to the base. His throat works as Jack tips his head back and sighs, hips gyrating a fraction against Marcus’ eager mouth.

Fuck, it’s hot and drives a spike of arousal straight to your cunt. Marcus’ strong back, bare and rippling across Jack’s lap, begs for your fingers to dig into his meaty shoulders. You catch him palming at his crotch, big brown eyes opening to look up at Jack. He’s rewarded with thick fingers carding through his short brown hair, pulling back to breathe heavily on the tip of Jack’s cock before descending again.

“Gorgeous, isn’t he?” Jack rasps when you realize you’ve been staring too long. His hand extends to you, and for a moment you think it’s better to leave them to it. They clearly have history, and chemistry. You don’t belong here.

Liar.

You slide your hand into Jack’s, letting him lead you to sit beside him. Sinking into his side, he gives you the perfect view to look down at Marcus’ thorough deep-throating. His eyes drag up, and the hand gripping Jack’s thigh now comes to rest on yours. He’s firm but gentle, kneading the flesh there.

“I’d like to kiss you, sweetheart,” Jack whispers into the shell of your ear, dragging his lips just to your neck to press a featherlight kiss. You’re hesitant, but he lets you breathe against his mouth before leaning forward just enough to press your lips together. The wet mouth noises Marcus is choking out below you are a strange soundtrack to the sweetness of Jack’s kiss. He plies you with a few more, fuller, more forceful, before dragging his tongue over the seam of your lips. You part eagerly for him, meeting his full stroke with your quicker tongue. Jack groans into your mouth, the beginning of a smile curling against the corner of your lips.

“Now him,” he says, leaning back and guiding your head down to Marcus. He slips off Jack’s wet cock, jutting thick and proud, and rises on his knees to take your head in his hands. There’s less hesitation here; you melt fully into Marcus’ kiss. Jack was right, Marcus kisses thoroughly, patiently, diving deep before pulling back to let you breathe. It builds a fire under your skin, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Distantly you feel Jack’s thick fingers unclasp your bra, then his hands - callused in places that made you wonder if he was a real cowboy once - guide you to lay back on the bed. You part from Marcus with a small sigh, but Jack follows you down, the scrape of his mustache on your throat as he slips his thumb over your kiss-swollen lips. Settling on your back, Marcus’ hands slide under your knees and soon the smooth expanse of his back surges under your calves.

“Look at this,” Marcus hums, stroking down your thighs. Jack hums in agreement as he slips your bra off, the cool air tightening your nipples. “Anything you don’t like, sweetheart?” Jack’s mouth distracts you as he blows across the swell of your breast, making your back arch at the sensation.

“No teeth,” you say, finally hazarding a look down your body at the men driving you to madness. Jack looks visibly disappointed, which makes you tug at his well-coiffed locks. “For him, not you.” Marcus breaks into a smile and honest-to-goodness chuckles between your legs, and Jack winks up at you before a slip of pink tongue wraps around your nipple. Any further instruction is wiped from your mind as you arch into the clever heat of his mouth, paired with the squeeze of his other hand around your neglected breast. His teeth graze your nipple, hips rolling involuntarily before getting pressed firmly into the bed.

“Can’t wait to taste this,” Marcus murmurs, and two fingers slide underneath the gusset of your panties, knuckles dragging through your folds. He leaves open-mouthed kisses below your bellybutton, dragging his nose down to smell you through the thin lace. You want so desperately to focus but so many hands pulling you apart so effortlessly has your eyes rolling up into your head and your body writhing.

Finally, Marcus licks a wide path along your lacy slit as Jack rolls your nipple between his fingers and you keen out a desperate moan.

“Oh, baby, sounds like someone needs you to make her cum,” Jack teases into your neck, sliding his hand down and into your panties to tease your aching clit. Marcus is still licking along the lace, pressing his tongue at your entrance just enough that their touches light up every nerve carrying pleasure to your lust-soaked brain.

“Let me take these off you and get you all over my face,” Marcus purrs, lifting your hips to drag the last scrap of clothing off your body. They’re both still half-clothed and looking at you like a goddess draped across the bed, and it almost makes you balk.

Liar. It makes you even more excited.

Jack removes his fingers, sucking them into his mouth with a low hum while Marcus noses your inner thigh. You can’t stop your legs from trembling, but Marcus’ firm grip steadies you as he finally licks a slow path through your folds.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, arching into the pillows as Jack presses your hips back on the bed.

“He’s good, ain’t he? Wicked tongue on him, and I swear he’s half fish, never needs to come up for air,” Jack teases, pressing his body against your side and stroking through Marcus’ short hair. He nips at your earlobe as Marcus begins lapping rhythmically at your entrance, his nose firm on your clit and his jaw bobbing against you. The waves of his tongue, the jolt of that hawkish nose, the dark pride simmering in his eyes as he watches you, all burn under your skin. Your orgasm is fast approaching, nipples tight and aching. Sliding your thumb over one, you coax the honey-sweet ache of arousal out against Marcus’ tongue. Jack notices and joins you, stroking his rougher ones over the sensitive buds. His cock ruts lazily against your hip, and you slide your hand around him to pump him in time with your rolling hips.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so good,” he praises, sinking his teeth into the top of your breast just hard enough that prickles of pain pull you away from your heady arousal. It slams back into you the moment he releases the sensitive flesh, laving his tongue over the indents his teeth left behind.

“C’mon baby, that’s it, you’re so close,” Marcus encourages between your legs, lips barely leaving before doubling down. His whole head rocks against your cunt, long licks and drags of his lips and nose and chin through your messy sex. He must be coated in you, thick and tangy across his clean-shaven face. If Jack did the same, he’d carry you in that perfectly groomed mustache.

That image, Jack with his mustache dripping with your release, tightens your core as Marcus urges your hips to roll against him, chasing your orgasm frantically as he growls into your cunt.

“Give it to me, baby, cum on my face, I know you have it right there for me, fucking give it to me. Cum on me. Cum on me now,” he orders, and with Jack’s whispered “He’s been so good, cum for him sweetheart,” you’re tightening around Marcus’ head and shaking through a fucking full-body orgasm. Faintly you hear Marcus chanting, “Yes, yes, that’s it baby, that’s it,” and Jack purring a diatribe of, “Good girl, you’re cumming so good for us, look at that, fucking gorgeous.” The room fades around the edges, the boys all you can focus on. Marcus’ eyes are shining with triumph, wiping his face as he beams up between your legs. Jack hovers over you, pride and sinful promise in his smile.

“That was a very good one, Marcus. Gonna give me a run for my money,” he says, stroking your cheek as you try to come back to the real world from your sky-high journey. The comforting warmth at your side fades as Jack sits up on the bed, tugging Marcus by his hair. Blearily you watch them kiss, tongues peeking out from their pressed lips as Jack tastes you on Marcus. He reaches down and deftly unbuttons Marcus’ pants, shoving everything down to reveal his weeping cock. Jack’s palms it, nodding to Marcus who leans over just enough to spit on his own cock before Jack gives him a few slow, firm strokes. You can tell how much Marcus is affected, mouth dropping into an O as his eyes drifting shut. Jack indulges him a few passes more before pulling a condom out of his pocket.

“Fill her up, pretty boy, she’s been so patient.”

You prop yourself up on shaky elbows as Marcus rolls the condom on, hazy gaze kindling the remains of your orgasm into a new possibility. He slots his hips between your thighs, crawling up your body to kiss you with the remains of your taste on his tongue. Jack stole most of it, but you can still relish in your tang.

“I want to fuck you, baby, can I? I’ll stretch you out good first,” he asks against your lips, the head of his cock resting just on your mound. He fists it and draws circles on your clit with the tip, your spine pulling tight up under him.

“Yes, Marcus, want you inside me,” you gasp, but before he fits his perfect cock inside he pumps two gloriously thick fingers into your cunt, stroking at your velvet soaked walls before curling them wickedly.

“So tight. Fuck, Jack, you’re gonna love this,” Marcus husks, scissoring his fingers and swirling his thumb over your sensitive clit.

“Want to show her what you’ve been hiding, handsome?” Jack asks innocently, but you see goosebumps raise along Marcus’ arms and shoulders when the cowboy nips at his ear, winking at you. “Reach back here, darlin’, and feel,” Jack instructs as you follow the path of his hand around Marcus’ hip. He guides you to the smooth base of the plug in Marcus’ ass, making him shudder when you press your fingers against it.

“He’s been waiting all night for this, would you let me fuck him while he fucks you?” Jack asks. You trace a finger around Marcus’ stretched hole and he drops his head to your shoulder with a choked groan.

“You want that, Marcus? Want to fill me while Jack fills you?” His stuttering breath warms your neck as he nods. Reaching back, you prop yourself up with a couple pillows so you can better watch, your hands cupping Marcus’ face as Jack slowly works the plug out of him. When his mouth drops open you stroke your thumb along his bottom lip, pulling his attention from any discomfort back to you. Marcus empties out a sigh when Jack pulls the sensible black plug from him and places it on the bedside table. He returns with a slim bottle of lube that he dribbles onto his fingers.

“Now Marcus, I want you to put the tip in her and get yourself good and hard while I slide into your pert little ass. Once I’m in and you’re settled I’ll set the pace. Don’t want you hurting yourself.” The gentle instruction warms your skin as Jack smooths his hands over Marcus’ back and sides. He nods and you stroke your fingers through his hair reassuringly.

“You’re gonna feel so good inside me,” you say, circling your hips against his cock as he fists himself again.

“You’re beautiful,” Marcus whispers, and as he wedges just the tip of his thick cock inside you he presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder. The shallow stretch makes your toes curl, one of Jack’s hands massaging your calf as his mouth smacks against Marcus’ spine.

“Ready?” he asks one last time.

“Yes, Jack, please…”

The litany of moans and gasps Marcus litters onto your skin lights your arousal further aflame as Jack curses and pushes in. You’re enraptured by the concentration on his face, the tick of his jaw and swipes of his tongue over his lower lip as he thrusts shallowly into Marcus’ tight channel. You can feel every jolt in your cunt when he presses Marcus just a little further forward, burying himself just a little deeper inside you. It’s slow as cold molasses and driving Marcus to bliss. When he begins backing up against Jack you stroke his back, and Jack’s larger hand covers yours.

“Fuck, feel so full,” Marcus manages to say, and Jack leans over to kiss along his shoulders. Your mouth is already at the juncture of his neck, and Jack meets your lips with his own. Marcus turns his head enough to kiss you behind your ear, and to catch the hinge of Jack’s sharp jaw with a scrape of teeth.

“Okay sweethearts, I’m gonna fuck you now. Slow to start. Get our rhythm.” Jack then pulls back and thrusts forward hard enough to bury the rest of Marcus’ length inside you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, Marcus already being guided back out before Jack fucks him back into you. “Oh holy shit, ohhhh fuck, yes, please, oh fuck it’s so good,” you moan brokenly, Marcus cupping your cheek and pressing his mouth to yours. You open for him, his tongue plunging into you as he pounds your cunt over and over again. The wet slaps are offset by the slick squelches of Jack’s cock fucking into Marcus, timing his thrusts just right to let you both feel every ridge and vein inside and around you.

“Fuck, you both are so fucking hot,” Jack grits out, one hand gripping your hip, the other Marcus’, as he set a faster pace. Marcus drops to his elbows and rolls his hips harder, snapping into you and back onto Jack. The quiet moans he was hiding before erupt into full-throated shouts, which Jack muffles by shoving his fingers into Marcus’ mouth. He drools around them, and when his glazed eyes meet yours you lick the back of Jack’s knuckles and over Marcus’ lips.

“Filthy girl, knew you were,” Jack pants. “You close, handsome?”

Marcus nods frantically, eyebrows pinching and fisting the sheets as he speeds up from Jack’s rhythm to chase his orgasm. Jack chuckles before folding over you both, crushing Marcus to your chest.

“I’ve got you, baby boy.” With that Jack pounds into you both, Marcus buried so deep you can feel Jack’s thrusts nudge him against your g-spot. You grip their hair, Jack’s eyes locking with yours as he growls through each thrust.

“Call him a good boy, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Marcus, you’re so good for me, feel so good inside. Cum for me like a good boy, Marcus.”

That’s all it takes, and Marcus is howling into your neck as Jack grinds deep. His cock pulses heavily inside you, the force of his orgasm shivering through his limbs as they lock and release. Finally he lets go, slumping his full weight onto your chest. Jack kisses the back of his neck, fingers stroking down his arms and soothing him through the aftershocks.

“You’ve got a way with him, darlin’, he rarely cums that hard,” Jack coos, sliding his arms around Marcus to guide him off. Rolling him to his back, Jack peppers Marcus’ face with soft kisses as he weakly throws an arm around Jack’s back. His other hand searches for yours, twining your fingers together as he blinks sleepily between you both.

“Shit, that was amazing,” he croaks, sending Jack to the bathroom for a glass of water and to dispose of the condoms. “C’mere, wanna hold you,” he adds, tugging you to curl up against his side. His hands roam your back, nose pressed against your forehead as his rapid heartbeat begins to slow. It’s oddly romantic, happy to give and receive this moment of comfort. But you’re sure it’s the end of the night, and you’ll be fine going back home soon.

Liar.

“Now darlin’, as good of a time as it looks like you were having, I don’t think you came,” Jack says once Marcus has had a good long drink and settled back into the pillows.

“I had plenty of fun,” you say lazily, stroking Marcus’ chest as it rises and falls. Jack tuts and shakes his head, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Told you I wanted to eat your pussy too. Come sit on my face and let me give you another. Then, if you’re not too tired out, I’ll have you sit on my cock too.”

Heat races over your body, and Marcus unwinds you from his arms.

“Go on, gorgeous, Jack’s tongue is a treat you should never turn down,” he teases. “I’ll be along as soon as I catch my breath.”

Sitting up, you scoot closer to Jack as a strange nervousness settles in. Marcus is so open and easy to read, while Jack’s expressions always seem veiled behind a layer of showmanship and bravado. You find yourself worrying that you won’t be enough for him, for what he wants.

“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” Jack interrupts your racing thoughts as he strokes his palm up your thigh. You shake your head, forcing a smile on.

“Nothing,” you say, your voice catching in your throat. Jack chews on his lower lip for a moment, then wraps his arms around your waist and guides you onto his lap. Straddling him, you hover as he pets your hips, smooths your back, and noses your neck with a gentle kiss along your collarbone.

“If it’s nerves, honey, then know that I have been looking forward to tasting, and fucking you all night. I want your tits in my mouth, your pussy, your tongue. I want to devour you, you’re so delicious.” He guides your hips down to press against his cock, hard and hot as he slips the soft skin against your wet folds. “You cannot possibly disappoint me, I could cum from your voice alone.”

“Jack…” you breathe, and he leans back, pulling you along with him. Once flat on his back he guides your nipple into his mouth, humming indulgently as he teases the bud with his fast tongue and harsh sucks. You arch into his mouth, the length of his cock grinding against your clit. Switching to the other one, he nips lightly and chuckles when you jolt against him. His large hands paw at your ass, spreading your cheeks and kneading at the supple flesh. He cracks his hand against one with a sharp slap, soothing it with a stroke after. You’re dripping on him now, grinding along his length.

“Perfect, sweetheart, now climb up and put that hot little pussy on my face,” he orders, and all self-consciousness drips away as you climb up his body. Before you settle around his shoulders he taps your hip and guides you to swing around so you’re facing his neglected cock, hovering over his greedy mouth.

“Want your hand around my cock while I eat you out,” he says before pulling you down on his face.

No matter the thorough fucking you just endured, Jack’s thick tongue sends a shudder up your spine, needing to grab his wrists. He hums into your folds, faster flicks than Marcus against your clit.

“I’m gonna drink you down, darlin’,” he purrs into your cunt, canting your hips so he can better seal his pouty lips around your clit. Falling forward, you loosely stroke Jack’s aching cock, throbbing with need after being denied his orgasm. Letting a dribble of spit drip onto his length, you slick him up to take a tighter grip. When your fingers glance over the ridge of his head his stomach tightens, hips rocking up to meet your strokes.

“Your cock is gorgeous, Jack,” you praise, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the tip. The groan he lets out vibrates against your sex, eliciting your own pleasured sigh as he slips his tongue inside you.

“He’s very good at using it,” Marcus says just next to your shoulder, sliding off the bed to kneel between Jack’s knees. He replaces your hand on Jack’s cock, urging you to sit back up on Jack’s face. He worships your breasts with soft sucks and nibbles, working you both up higher and higher. You can feel Jack’s movements getting sloppier, distracted gasps bursting between your legs when he takes a moment to bask in his own pleasure. You weave your hands into Marcus’ hair, scratching along his scalp as he kisses his way up your neck and back to your waiting mouth.

“Mmm, sweetheart he’s not gonna last much longer, and I know he wants to cum in you too. Let me wrap him up and then you can fuck his cock.” Marcus takes a moment to tear open a condom as you shuffle down Jack’s body. His mouth leaves you with a parting lick to your back entrance, the ticklish sensation making you giggle and scratch your nails down his flexing stomach. When you’re hovering over his cock, Marcus’ hand on the base guiding Jack in, he sits up behind you.

“Most beautiful thing I’ll ever get to experience,” Jack murmurs, plastering his chest to your back and wrapping his arms around you. He guides you down as Marcus steadies him in, filling you so differently but so completely.

“Fuck, Jack, you feel amazing,” you croon, head thrown back against his shoulder. Marcus lifts up on his knees to kiss Jack, clever fingers petting at your clit as you lift up just enough to let Jack feel the drag of your tight cunt, then back down to his base to elicit a wanton groan.

“Darlin’, you feel like heaven. Don’t know how Marcus didn’t bust immediately.” Marcus nips his Adam’s apple and switches to mouthing at your throat, both of their lips dancing along the expanse of your sweat-slicked skin. Sandwiched between them, the slide of their bodies against yours is addictive, intoxicating, endless in the pleasure it brings. Your cunt clenches around Jack, and he chuckles darkly in your ear before snapping his hips up into you.

“There’s my good girl, so tight around me. I’m gonna fuck you as hard and long as I can, but fuck me if you don’t feel like the best thing I’ve ever put my cock in.” Jack grabs the back of Marcus’ head and pulls him back to meet eyes. “Lick her clit, pretty boy.”

You didn’t think your arousal could climb any higher, but looking down to see Jack’s length sliding in and out of you paired with Marcus sinking down to lick a stripe from the base of Jack’s cock to your clit almost kills you. Marcus’ boyish smile would be your gravestone if you didn’t remember to breathe.

“Holy fuck,” you choke out as he lays out his thick pink tongue to stroke over and over along your joined bodies.

“Damn right, you’re doing so good for us Marcus,” Jack grits out, pulling you down on his fat cock so you don’t bounce away from Marcus’ talented tongue.

“Could do better,” Marcus says thoughtfully, reaching for the bottle of lube. Slicking up his fingers, he slides his hand down to tease Jack’s rim.

“Fuck, baby, you know how I like that,” Jack groans, bringing a wicked smile to Marcus’ face. Kissing your mound, Jack tenses hard under you with a broken gasp. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck, yes baby, that’s fucking perfect, you keep your fingers right there while I cum in her. Just like that, sweet boy.”

Leaning down you grab Marcus by the jaw and devour him, teeth clacking briefly as you fill his mouth with your tongue. He whimpers below you before you part, lips spit-slicked and slacked.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart, Marcus you better…” Jack threatens but Marcus is already latching his mouth onto your clit, sucking hard and fast while his fingers flex inside Jack. The relentless grind against your g-spot, the ruthless pressure on your clit, the overwhelming ache that can’t build anymore before it needs to go somewhere washes over you, and you cum with a wail on these two gorgeous men. Jack follows as your walls flutter around him, with a litany of, “That’s it baby, your pussy’s so fucking good, I’m…oh shit, I’m cumming, M-Marcus baby don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop, oh shiiiiii…” You faintly wonder if Marcus came again before a spurt of hot cum against your calf answers your question.

The silence that follows, filled with gasps and panting and weak hands on skin, is the moment you dread. It’s the last moment before the peace and quiet in your mind fades, urging you to gather up your clothes and go before you say something or do something that will ruin this. But with Marcus wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder, and Jack pressed against your back, you have no place to go.

“Thank you, darlin’, that was the most fun I’ve had in a long time, wouldn’t you agree?” Jack says, pressing a line of kisses from behind your ear to the curve of your shoulder. Marcus leans back and thumbs your chin, tired eyes and a loose smile.

“Definitely. Can we take care of you now, sweetheart?”

Your eyebrows must have pulled up into a frown, because Marcus chuckles just a little and cradles your head.

“What, you thought we’d fuck you and make you leave?” he teases, and you have to school your face carefully. You didn’t expect them to be this caring, or kind.

Liar.

Then you didn’t expect them to want more than your body once they were through.

Liar.

Then what did you expect?

Marcus thankfully speaks, similar to that that soothing way Jack enticed you here.

“Well then, I’m going to take you into the shower to clean you up, and Jack’s gonna make the bed and join us after. Once we’re clean and hydrated, I’m going to put on The Thin Man and we’re going to get into bed together. If you’re not comfortable spending the night, I understand. But I - we - want you to. Not just because tomorrow morning I want to wake you up with both of our heads between your legs.” Jack slides out of you and holds you in his arms, nuzzling into the back of your neck.

“I don’t…” you try to say, both men waiting patiently. “I didn’t expect this. I don’t know what to do now.”

Liar.

You know exactly what to do.

Stay.

Marcus’ lopsided smile and Jack’s pressed into your skin are promises you never asked for, but would gladly accept.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

END

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alexhornefan · 7 months

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Tell me about your relationship with Alex. Was he helpful, at all, during the tasks? It took me a few days to work out, "Who is this person?" because he doesn’t communicate much when you’re doing tasks. He’s quite circumspect. Putting someone down is a comic device I’ve used often over the years and he was the only person there, so that’s what I ended up doing. You don’t get much from him, but he’s very scrupulous and fair. He was just always there in the corner, usually behind the camera with his clipboard. It’s a strange role he has because he’s the clever one, but he’s also the inferior one compared to Greg. It took me a while to work that out. But I did like him, and after we’d finished a task, if I said, "That was terrible," he’d say, "Oh, you’d be surprised" so you’d hope that you hadn’t done as badly as you thought, which was quite nice. But it was so relentless – task after task, day after day – so it became a way of life. He was a constant presence during these task days. I very much enjoyed your constant put-downs of Alex. Well, I’m naturally a bit dour. I was mortified sometimes when Greg said, "Oh, you look bored" because that’s just my way. I thought it was just because I was older and cynical but actually, thinking about it, I was like this as a child. It’s just the way I am. And how did you get on with Greg? It’s unusual for me to want to please someone, but I’ve been a bit puppy-dog with him. He’s very enigmatic, and everyone’s looking at him all the time. He has a very well-developed – I was going to say inner child, because he’s very giggly and childish – but he’s really an alpha male. I should imagine he’s in charge wherever he goes, whatever he does. I might be wrong but I can imagine him going into a shop and ordering a sandwich and being, "This is what I want and give it to me now." So I hated disappointing him. I hated it when he got a bit dismissive. It’s mortifying, and you feel slightly jealous if he’s praising young Sam, you know?

How do you describe the relationship between Greg and Alex?

Like a lot of marriages, it’s all different things mixed up, isn’t it? So there’s obviously affection, and there’s a very deep knowledge of each other. And it’s funny because you think Greg’s always the one in charge, but then you know that Alex is the one behind the tasks, so they subvert that. It’s complicated, just like proper relationships are. And it’s not at all like Morecambe and Wise, or any of these other partnerships. It’s a million miles away from that, which is unique, really.

-Julian Clary

#alex horne #taskmaster #greg davies #Julian Clary #s16

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shewholovestoread · 4 months

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GYEONGSEONG CREATURE SEASON 1 PART 2

Part 1 review and character breakdown are here and here respectively.

Wow, this was such a roller-coaster. It was everything I expected it to be and then some. Let’s get into it. As always, beware of spoilers.

To start, let me congratulate myself on guessing correctly that it was indeed Nawol-daek who gave up Tae-sang’s mother’s name. The way it was shot and edited actually made it pretty clear.

I also guessed that the threat would widen but I didn’t anticipate that there would be a massive time-jump between seasons 1 and 2. That actually raises so many questions which we’ll get to later. For now, I am very happy with the way the season ended. The show actually made it very clear just how things would go and in that respect, the foreshadowing was done well.

The pacing of the show is absolutely amazing. Having seen Part 1 when it first came out and then Part 2 just a few minutes ago, I am still not complaining that they decided to split the season. I think it may actually have been a good idea because that division was like the calm before the actual storm and I think that brief respite was necessary. When your characters are in a constant state of peril, it can sometimes make the audience disconnect because it almost becomes monotonous, the stakes no longer matter. Here, they definitely did.

The writing was also super tight with no fluff and this surprised me, once it got dark, it didn’t really try to lighten the mood with levity which a lot of other shows might have done. I think that also ties in with the subject matter and the gravity of just what they were showing. The brutality is ever present and for the perpetrators it was matter of routine which made it all the more horrifying. But when you view the other person as sub-human, it becomes easy to justify your actions irrespective of how heinous they may be.

Part 1’s focus was wider in terms of the number of characters we were introduced to and once Part 2 got going, that focus shrank so it only paid attention to Tae-sang, Chae-ok, her father, General Kato and Yukiko Maeda. The others were still there but they were no longer central to the plot and that was okay.

I admire Tae-sang’s drive to protect the people he cares about. His character went through perhaps most growth, starting from indifference to putting his life on the line multiple times to save Chae-ok. He didn’t have to do that considering he met her not too long ago but he does it anyway. He also doesn’t try to hold her back (as he tried in Part 1) and I liked that he keeps telling her that they both have to live, he gives her hope when there really didn’t seem to be any.

Chae-ok was still an absolute badass. There is a problem that a lot of dramas have where they start off with a kick-ass female character but as you get closer to the climax, she gets de-powered to prop up the male lead. I was so happy that they didn’t do that here. Chae-ok is nothing if not persistent, no matter how many times she gets knocked down, she still gets back up. There is a fire within her that nothing could put out, you could try to intimidate her but it wouldn’t get you very far.

Chae-ok and her father were always going to go back to the hospital, there was no way they would leave Seishin there at the mercy of those psychopaths. It was also always clear that her father would be the one who wouldn’t make it out. I think that when he realised just what they had done to her, he lost something within him. Death would have been better than what she had been subjected to.

The primary focus in the show was always Chae-ok and her mother and the bond between them and it wasn’t random, it all paid off in the end. It was the memories of Chae-ok that reawakened Seishin’s humanity, made her more than a mindless killer. Her final gift to her daughter was the Najin so she could live. In the end, Seishin was finally free from her tormentors, in giving up the Najin, she died but she died knowing that her baby was alive.

I had a feeling that Chae-ok would become like a hybrid form of the monster. We saw that with her mother, she was different from the other people who were infected with the Najin. She still had control of herself and if not for the anthrax, I think she would have managed to retain her humanity. Considering how Seishin reacted, it would make sense that Chae-ok would also be more in control than say Myeong-ja for instance. It’s also why Kato was so curious about her and tried to infect her.

Kato took Myeong-ja’s baby and that child is definitely a hybrid. If they have any hope of defeating it, they would a hybrid of their own. But with the time-jump, I don’t know how Maeda and Kato will figure in Season 2 since it seems to take place with a considerable time jump (in the 80s perhaps?). Unless they’ve been experimenting and have figured out a way to live longer. Especially Maeda, considering her burn injuries, I’m curious to see what form she will take in Season 2.

There are still a lot of unanswered questions like - How does the time-jump make sense? - What is the history between Maeda and Seishin? They hinted at it in Part 2 but didn’t give any definitive answers. Did Seishin cause the death of someone close to Maeda, who was it, how did they know each other? - How is Ho-jae related to the Tae-sang? - What is the meaning of the scar on Ho-jae’s back? - What did Chae-ok do all these years? - How do her powers differ from Seishin or even Myeong-ja?

I may get into some of these questions because there are answers we can glean from the show. But I’ll make a separate post about that so that this one doesn’t become obnoxiously long.

This show was an epic ride from start to finish and while it didn’t give us the conventional happy ending some expected, the ending it did give us is excellent. It sets up the next season perfectly while still giving a good closure to season 1. I can’t wait to what season 2 brings us.

#gyeongseong creature #gyeongseong creature part 2 #kdrama #horror kdrama #korean horror #han so hee #park seo joon #kim soo hyun #claudia kim #yukiko maeda #jang tae sang #yoon chae ok #gyeongseong creature season 1

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moonyswritinq · 2 years

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dreaming — eddie munson x male reader oneshot

❝ DREAMING ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ When a night of drinking, weed, and truth or dare challenge the boundaries of friendships you appear to reveal more truths than you first bargained for. Maybe it's for the better, though — especially when the truth is related to the infamous Eddie Munson.

PAIRING ➢ eddie munson x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ a lot of sexual tension, fluff, angst if you squint, drinking, mentions of alcohol & weed, giggling & horny young adults, flirty banter, occasional insults, very inappropriate topics (regarding sex, kinks and preferences), mentions of dom & sub dynamic, mentions of sadism & masochism, everyone's gay, kissing, explicit language, cringey writing

WORD COUNT ➢ 3.9 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ of course i've been caught by the eddie munson obsession and i think we can all agree we need more male reader fics, so here i am. i was inspired by this tiktok for this oneshot, but it's all about the vibes so don't worry about it. plot?? don't know him. timeline?? don't know that either (sometime in season four?), but everyone’s happy and alive. don’t worry about it. take it with a pinch of salt. everyone’s okay with everyone’s sexualities, no big deal. i don’t care that it’s the eighties. no excuses for homophobia happening on my watch. enjoy <3

MASTERLIST

The fire was crackling loudly, lighting a circle around it in protection of the dark night. Every person’s face that sat on the logs around the fire was lit, each with a grin spread across it or laughter on the lips. It was a warm night, one filled with happiness and the carelessness of youth. You, Robin, Vickie, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan and Eddie had decided to have a night in the woods, just enjoying each other’s company. Somehow, the little kids had heard of it as well and had fought to come with — much to Nancy and Jonathan’s dismay. You would all be drinking — maybe even get a bit high — and they didn’t want the kids anywhere near that.

Luckily, the adults had prevailed and you had managed to keep the children away from your little trip. It was only for the adults, as Steve so elegantly put it. So the real fun could begin.

So here you all were, sat beside on another and talking merrily. Eddie was sat on the opposite side of the fire from you, attention on something Steve was telling him while fiddling absentmindedly with the ends of his hair. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him during the night. The way the fire lit up his features while the sky darkened made him look out of this world.

Your relationship existed of one with friendly jabs at one another, play fighting and, sometimes, flirting disguised as insults. It was a constant battle between the two of you on who could win your verbal competitions or fluster the other more. You refused to acknowledge that any feelings were involved — both to yourself or anyone else — but it was getting more and more difficult pretending like you weren’t actively seeking out his company.

You took another swig of your beer, feeling the familiar warmth that came with it. The lot of you were a bit tipsy, feeling particularly humourous. You were all in the mood for something fun to do. And that is how you ended up playing truth or dare. A basic game, sure, but a great one under the right circumstances.

“Steve, truth or dare?” Jonathan asked.

“Truth.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be a bore!” Robin exclaimed. She might be a bit more tipsy than the rest of you. You had noticed her drinking a bit more on the way here than usual and you could only assume it was to build up her courage to spend the night with her crush, Vickie.

“Fine, Byers. Dare.”

He pretended to think for a few seconds before a smirk formed on his lips. “I dare you to make everyone here laugh as quickly as possible.”

Steve huffed. “I thought you’d make it a challenge, come on! Everyone knows I’m the funniest here!”

You chuckled at Robin’s exclaimed denial, Nancy and Eddie agreeing with her. Somehow though, Steve managed to embarrass himself enough for all of you to be laughing your arses off. Reluctant to admit it, that was a point to Steve. You must all have had a bit too much to drink.

“Nance, truth or dare?” you smiled.

“Truth.”

“What are your kinks?” you asked. Her eyes widened, gaze jumping to Jonathan.

“Er— I,” she stuttered, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. “I suppose I like being dominant?”

Eddie laughed, clapping his hands together. “Who would’ve guessed!?” His gaze jumped between Steve and Jonathan. “And I’m guessing one of these two likes to be sub, then.” The both of them began to flush, muttering some sort of explanations. It all fell on deaf ears.

“Knew it, by the way,” you smiled, meeting Eddie’s skeptical gaze.

“You did not.”

You took another swig, shaking your head. “Whatever, at least I know your kinks.” Robin and Steve exclaimed simultaneously, shooting you skeptical looks.

“How do you know Eddie’s kinks?” Robin shouted, chuckling with disbelief.

Steve wiggled his eyebrows, looking between the two of you. “I think you know exactly how.”

Eddie spluttered, waving his hand. “No, no— y/n and I have never hooked up, so don’t you all go getting any ideas now!” He shook his head vigorously, looking at his drink before meeting your eye with a raised eyebrow.

“How do you know though?” Vickie asked.

You nodded at his jeans. “Your handkerchief. If I’m not incorrect it stands for sadism and masochism.” Your grin grew with Eddie’s. A round of exclamations and whoops went around the fire, everyone turning their gaze to Eddie. “Would I be incorrect?”

He chuckled. “You are not, y/n.”

“Pain, huh?” Jonathan asked.

“So you know what it is.” Eddie grinned, standing up and spreading his arms. “Yes, pain.” His eyes were pinned on you, his pupils blown wide. “With the right amount, right kind and enough of time — it’s its own kind of high. Pure bliss.”

Steve nodded at Eddie, being sat down again, “I believe you, man.”

“Alright,” Vickie brought her hands together, bringing the group’s attention to her. “Steve, what turns you on?”

“What, not even going to ask me truth or dare?” he questioned, slurring slightly.

She shook her head. “Nope, I needed to ask the question.”

“It only takes a girl looking in his direction for him to get turned on,” Robin laughed, the rest of you joining in. Steve tried to hide his blushing cheeks behind his hands.

“I don’t know, man,” he slurred. “Someone funny, I think? Oh, and tattoos!”

“Like Nancy,” Robin said.

You nodded along, wiggling your eyebrows, “Or Jonathan.”

Jonathan shook his head. “I’m not, in any way, funny.”

“I bet you could still turn me on though.”

That led to more laughter and shouts. Man, the alcohol was really kicking in nicely now. Robin’s gaze turned to you, mischievousness in her eyes.

“I know what turns y/n on.”

You feigned betrayal, clutching your hands to your heart. “I thought it was Steve’s truth!”

She grinned at you, “Oh, it was. But now I dare you to tell us yours.”

You rolled your eyes half-heartedly, downing the rest of your drink. “Fine,” you bit out, flipping her the bird. “I like guitarists. Well— musicians in general, but especially guitarists.” A few oohs made their way around the group. Your eyes jumped to Eddie, only to find him already staring intently at you, a slight grin on his lips. You grinned back, ignoring the way your cheeks began to burn.

“How does that turn you on, though?” Jonathan questioned, taking a swig from his drink.

“It’s the hands, my dear Jonathan.” You stood up and gestured with your hands, showing him how they flexed when they clenched and unclenched. “The veins, the muscles. So easy to imagine what they can do to you. To your body.”

“God, you’re going to turn me on now,” Robin chuckled.

You spun around to face her with a grin. “That’s what I’m saying! Hands are the secret. The things they can do.” You faced Nancy, walking up to her, bowing and extending your hand. “It can be gentle like, courteous, almost.” You let hand fall to her shoulder, cold against her skin. A finger made its way down her arm to her wrist — featherlight in its touch — ending when you took ahold of her hand and pressed a gentle kiss against her knuckles. You smiled at the way her breath exhaled. You spun around and stepped towards Eddie. The alcohol was making you bolder than usual tonight, it seemed.

“Or— it can be dangerous, controlling, more sexual.” Your fingers traced Eddie’s jaw, feeling the muscles beneath it. His brown eyes were pinned on yours, mouth slightly agape. You took ahold of his chin and dragged him to his feet so his head was level to yours. You could feel his breath on your face as you leaned closer to his ear. “I can do so much with yet so little, and make you feel amazing. Simply by using my hands,” you whispered. “And I bet you know a thing or two as well, guitar boy.”

A hand made its way down his chest and pushed him down into his seat again. You took note of his wide pupils as you turned back to your own seat.

“I, er— wow,” Steve muttered. You chuckled at his breathless tone. Seems like you weren’t the only one to admire a musician’s hands.

“You’re a drummer, though, right, y/n?” Vickie questioned, eyes a bit dazed.

You ducked your head, clearing your throat. “Yes, yes, I am. That is why I do know how to use my hands.”

“You don’t get distracted when you play with others, then?”

You shot her a look of disbelief. “You don’t get turned on when you're near a girl's boobs, do you, Vickie?”

“Touché,” she chuckled.

Jonathan cleared his throat, bringing the attention to him. “Robin,” he said, meeting her eye. “Truth or dare?”

“Well, since everyone else here has been so boring, I choose dare.”

Jonathan’s smile widened as he glanced at Vickie. “I dare you to kiss the person you find hottest.”

Robin’s own smile dropped and she shot a scathing glance at the giggling teenagers. She ducked her head in exasperation, biting out a “fine,” and downed the rest of her drink — probably for courage. She turned her gaze to Vickie beside her, question written in her eyes. She let her hand rest against Vickie’s cheek before pressing their lips together. Cheers erupted around the fire and you couldn’t help yourself from letting out a laugh. Finally, you thought.

“Wow,” Vickie breathed, a smile gracing her lips. “That was—“

“Yeah.” Robin’s own smile matched Vickie’s.

“Eddie,” Steve exclaimed with a smug expression. “Truth or dare?”

His gaze jumped to you, answering Steve absentmindedly, “Dare.”

“Alright, y/n happens to have told us some things that you apparently own.” Everyone’s gaze turned to Eddie’s surprised face. His gaze turned accusing, but you feigned innocence with a smile. “I need to know— what do you use your handcuffs for?”

Eddie choked on his drink and you had to fight to hold in your laugh. You had seen the handcuffs hanging beside his bed when you came over to him a while ago. You remembered telling Steve and Robin about them, wondering what in the hell he used them for — even if you did have a hunch. It seemed as if you would finally get your answer.

“I thought this was a dare?” Eddie asked.

“Fine, I dare you to show us what you use them for?”

He sighed, chuckling half heartedly, “I don’t know if this is the right time for that.”

“Hey!” Robin exclaimed, “You got the dare, you gotta do the dare!”

Eddie’s brown doe eyes turned to you, begging for help. You usually would have done what he wanted, rescued him out of kindness. But you were curious. You enjoyed seeing him sweat like this. It only made you wonder what on earth the handcuffs really were for. You felt like teasing him, tonight. You felt dangerous. You had gone this far already, so why not go further?

You slowly shook your head, eyes still set on Eddie’s. “I’m afraid you’re on your own for this one, Eddie.”

He sucked in a breath, ducking his head. “I use the handcuffs— as restraints.” You let out a breathless chuckle. He really was a kinky motherfucker, huh?

Steve narrowed his eyes, looking helplessly around for any clue. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean,” Eddie snapped, clearly embarrassed at this point, “Is that I use them during sex.”

Knew it.

Jonathan fully spit out his drink, Nancy having to pound him on the back for him to not choke. Robin and Steve had the same shocked expressions on their faces. What had they expected, really?

Vickie let out a loud laugh. “Sex? Really?” Eddie ducked his head, shaking it. “You’re turning out to be more interesting than I thought.”

“Knew you were kinky in bed, Eddie,” you said, smugness written all over your features. He narrowed his eyes, looking you up and down, head tilted.

“I would assume the same for you.”

You let out a laugh, meeting his eye. “Guess you’d have to find out.”

Robin cleared her throat, bringing your gaze to her. You gave her a questioning look. “You can keep flirting later when we’ve finished playing.”

Your breath hitched, feeling your cheeks start to heat up immediately. Flirting was one thing, but being called out on it and actually having to acknowledge you were doing it? A completely other thing. You dared a glanced at Eddie and he looked as flustered as you felt. You chose to just ignore what was said and move on.

“Jonathan,” Steve said, “Truth or dare?”

“Er, yeah— truth.”

“Who of us here do you want — or have ever wanted — to fuck?”

Jonathan’s eyes widened, jumping around the fire. “What are with these questions, man?”

“Come on, Jonathan,” you laughed, his eyes moving to yours. “We’re drunk, we’re having fun. Why not?”

Jonathan groaned, “Fine.” His gaze moved to every person again, this time more careful. He swallowed his nervousness, taking a deeper breath. “Well, Nancy, of course.”

“There must be more than just her.” Steve leaned closer to him. “Even I can name more than one here I’ve wanted to fuck.” You eyebrows shot up as you glanced over at Steve.

“Like whom?” Jonathan asked.

“Well, er— it’s not really my truth, is it?” Steve muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

Eddie took a swig of his drink, shaking his head. “Nuh-uh, no getting away with this, Stevie.” His brown eyes burned in the light of the fire. “Pray tell, who here have you wanted to fuck?”

Steve sighed, accepting his defeat. “Fine,” he bit out. Eddie winked at him, pleased with himself. Steve avoided everyone’s gaze as he started to name everyone as quickly as he could. “Nancy, Jonathan, y/n and Eddie, — and Robin — before I knew, that is. I also believe I was briefly attracted to Billy at some point.” The corner of your lips started to tug up as you looked over the Eddie, a grin on his face as well.

“Billy?” Nancy exclaimed.

“You’re really trying to collect us all, huh, lover boy?” you teased, winking at him. Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“Wait, does that mean all of us have turned Steve on at least on one point?” Eddie laughed. You snorted, his gaze to gliding to yours.

“I mean, all it would take is cracking a joke and Steve will be creaming his pants,” Robin laughed, leaning heavily on Vickie. A hiccup escaped her lips. You didn’t know exactly how much she had drunk tonight, but you doubted she would remember much tomorrow.

Steve leaned forward, extending an accusing finger in her direction. “Listen, you butthead. I cannot help with whom I’m attracted to! I didn’t choose you all dumbasses.” Robin gave him a blank stare, pouting lightly. “What?” he asked.

“I just cannot believe you would call me a butthead,” she muttered, trying to fight her smile. He threw his arms up in exasperation, standing up to try to get rid of the nervous energy in his body. “So harsh, Stevie.”

“You wound me, Steve.” Your hands clenched over your heart, hurt written across your features. You fell back on the ground behind the log, leaves ruffling beneath your feet. You sprung to your feet, a big grin on your face, and met Eddie’s gaze. You watched the fire being reflected in his brown eyes, an almost dazed smile on his face. God, he really was beautiful.

“Really, Steve?” Eddie questioned. “The King of Hawkins High wanted to fuck the Freak?” Steve flashed him a sarcastic smile, before scoffing at you. It only made your grin grow.

Jonathan cleared his throat. “Okay, alright— Steve wants to fuck us all, got it.” Steve groaned yet again from his seat, muttering curses you couldn’t quite catch. Jonathan’s smile widened.

“Moving on—,” Nancy said, bringing her hands together and turning her gaze to you. “I believe it’s y/n’s turn.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, his lips tugging up. “Truth or dare?”

You shot a nervous glance at Eddie, his brown eyes already set on yours. His hair was a ruffle of locks, carefully draping over his shoulders. The corner of his lip was tugged up in a half smile, something you happened to find very attractive. God, you dreaded what truth you would have to reveal to your friends — but you feared whatever the dare would be more.

“Truth,” you smiled, gaze still set on Eddie. Robin shot a mischievous glance at Steve, a nod passing between the two of them. Oh god, you did not like this.

“Alright, y/n,” she said. “When — and more importantly, what — was your last sex dream?”

And there it was.

You furrowed your brows. “Oh, man.” You rarely remembered what your dreams were about. Your last sex dream? “I gotta be honest, Robin, I don't even remember.” Your gaze shifted to Steve. “Or know what it was about, for that matter.”

Robin started to shake her head, but Steve was quicker. “I don’t believe you, y/n,” he said, gaze jumping to you. “I think you just don’t want to reveal anything embarrassing.”

Your eyebrows raised at his accusation. “I am serious! I don’t know! Both of you know how bad my memory is.”

“Fine,” he grumbled.

Robin’s lip tugged up into a smirk. “Well, since y/n can’t remember, maybe we should help him out. Don’t you think, Stevie?” Steve’s lips immediately grew into a grin. Your eyes jumped between the two, narrowing. What were these two up to?

“An excellent idea,” Vickie quipped.

“Don’t you start on this, too,” you bit out at her. “Traitors, all of you.” You dared a glance at Eddie, his grin just as shit-eating as the rest of them and eyes seeming very curious.

“So, tell us. What was it?” Nancy leaned forward, a hand on Jonathan’s arm. You shot a warning glance at Robin — which she either didn’t notice or pretended not to — even though you had no idea of how she would know you’d had a sex dream. Unless— you prayed you hadn’t said anything.

“Last night, when y/n and I slept over at Steve’s, he was dreaming.” She shot a glance at Steve, whom’s grin only widened. “And we heard him say—“

“Oh, Eddie—” Steve moaned, bursting out into laughter with the rest of them.

Your mouth fell open, completely in awe. Blood immediately rushed to your cheeks — a clear sign of your flustered state. You couldn’t believe you had said that. You tried hiding your face between the fingers of your hands. It was to no avail. The laughter kept going, drowning out all other sound.

You dared a glance at Eddie between the gaps of your fingers. You were terribly afraid of how he would react to this. Would he be disgusted? Awkward? Wanting to end your friendship? You didn’t want to endanger your relationship with him. Maybe you could play it off as just a physical thing, rather than the emotional attachment you seemed to have formed. You expected some sort of comment, at least — a snarky insult slung at you.

But when you met his eye you knew there would be none of that. He wasn’t looking at you weirdly, or any differently than normal. His eyes were blown wide, astonished in their expression, mouth agape. It was as if he couldn’t believe you would be attracted to him. But that’s impossible, right? There was no way he could think that.

“Are you sure the two of you haven’t hooked up, because it sounded way too real,” Robin laughed. She hiccuped again, almost laying on Vickie at this point. You absentmindedly shook your head, still holding Eddie’s gaze. His eyes really were beautiful. The way they shone in the sun, always full of mischief and always so curious. You loved that about him.

“I think I need to get her to bed,” Vickie said, glancing around. Nancy nodded with her and offered to help Robin to their tent. Jonathan and Steve’s eyes met, a nod passing between them before standing up and excusing themselves for the night. You gave them a scathing glare. This was not over.

It was now only you and Eddie left — him staring intently at you and you desperately avoiding his gaze. You waited for him to drop the insult, the comment. Anything that showed that he truly had no feelings for you.

“You—” he started, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “You had a sex dream about me?”

“Er, well— I mean, it seems so?” Your mind drew a blank. What could you even say to that?

Before Eddie could stop himself he dragged a hand down his face. “But why— why me, though?” Your eyes widened, full of disbelief. Why not him? Did he not know how attractive he was?

“Eddie, you’re hot as fuck.”

A chuckle escaped his lips, almost humourless, shaking his head. You shot to your feet, not really sure what to do. You really weren’t good with feelings.

“What I mean is, Eddie, you’re an incredible person.” You smiled, softening at his gaze. “You never fail to make me laugh — whether you’re being an annoying dork or unnecessarily sweet. I don’t think you understand how much I really care about you.”

“You really think so?” he whispered, brown eyes on you.

“Yeah,” you breathed, moving to sit beside him.

“So, you have a crush on me?” His smile turned smug and the familiar glint returning to his eye. There he was. My Eddie.

“What?” You rolled your eyes and fought against the urge to move away from him again. “I never said that.”

“You implied it. Plus, how could you not? I mean, I am amazing.” He gestured to himself, grinning widely.

“Amazingly an asshole, maybe,” you snapped. He may be beautiful, but he was amazing at being a pain in your ass.

He shrugged, fighting against the tug of his lips. “Only fitting for an incredibly idiotic man, I suppose.”

“Did you just call me an idiot?

“I called you incredible,” he breathed, turning to face you. His gaze jumped all over your face, unsure of what to do. You had flirted before, but it had always been more discreet and disguised in between insults. Never had you been this open and forthright with each other. It was terrifying, you had to admit. But you let yourself relax, involuntary leaning closer to him, your gaze studying every detail of his face without shame.

His hand tentatively reached for you cheek, almost too scared to touch you. But as soon as you leaned into the touch, he gripped harder, his fingers reaching behind your neck. You felt him gently tug you closer and you almost fell against him in your hurry to reach him.

You kissed him hard, with everything you had and had not yet said to him. Everything you couldn’t say to him. He responded with an equal amount of enthusiasm, pushing you back. You realized this was not so much different from your verbal spats, but instead it was dominance you were fighting for. You gripped his hair, tugging lightly at the same time as you bit down on his lip. His mouth fell agape and he practically moaned at the sensation, sounding so sensual you had to pause. Masochist and touch starved? Boy, you’d have your hands full with him. He pulled away, breathing heavily and pupils blown wide.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you breathed, letting the corners of your lips tug up into a smile.

“Was it like that in your dream?” Eddie asked. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, failing to keep the grin from his face.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe we should try to recreate it.” You narrowed your eyes, matching Eddie’s smirk. “The whole dream.”

“That sounds like a brilliant idea.”

“I generally do have brilliant ideas.”

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