#in this thread i talk about some serious shit

[disneyprincemuke]

fly on the wall * fem!driver

she crashes in her third race of her f1 career, but she's more concerned about its repercussions than the concussion

pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!driver, lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: crashing the car

notes: ooooh my god i had to rewrite this 5 times because it wasn't up to my liking initially, and then tumblr was having some issues saving my shit so i lost it?? it's very sad fr

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"are you alright?" sebastian's voice comes onto the radio.

his eyes are trained on the big screen, cameras focused on the car parked into the wall out of a turn. he couldn't get an answer out of his driver so he had to resort to the third party.

if his assumptions are correct, she would have hit her head on her seat hard at impact. but things like that can lead to so many bigger things that he might not even be prepared for. 

her vision slowly returns, blacking out for a mere second as the car went into the barriers of the baku track.

she had issues with her brakes for a few laps. sebastian had suggested retiring the car if she didn't feel safe, but she pressed on. the issue didn't seem so serious and it seemed manageable.

at first. 

it's a driver error - missing the early braking point to accommodate her already tweaking brakes. she missed it by a millisecond, clipped the wall and got sent straight into the wall.

she sighs, pressing the button on her steering wheel. "i'm okay," she answers shakily, tears now filling her eyes.

"okay, that's the important part. don't think about anything else. i'll see you in the medical centre." sebastian is quick to shut her thoughts down, clearly prioritising her wellbeing and not the car.

"i'm sorry," she sighs, voice shaking and lips quivering. “i’m so sorry, seb.”

this is only her third race in f1, how could she have already crashed out? on a race where she was so close to that podium. it would have been such a monumental moment — a woman on the podium. 

with 20 laps left in the race and her in 5th place, it wasn’t all that far out of reach at the time. yet, here she is causing a yellow flag as she starts to notice the smoke surrounding her. 

"like i said. don't think about anything else."

she sighs to herself as a marshal appears above her halo, greeting her with a soft smile. she nods, letting herself get helped out of her car.

but only one thought eats away at her: she crashed on her third race. what's everyone going to say about her now?

“let me talk,” sebastian sighs, hands up in the air as he tries to calm the girl sitting on the examination bed. he’s barely able to get a word in.

she’s slouched against the wall, purple balaclava in her hands as she traces the thread that holds it together at the hem. the minute he walked in, she looked up immediately with tears in her eyes and a string of apologies.

it hasn’t stopped since he poked his head through the door, cutting him off before he could even ask if she’s okay. 

“do you not see the problem?” she shrieks, eyebrows furrowing at sebastian. “i just crashed out! imagine what the media has to say about my performance today? they’re just going to use this as a reason to justify that i shouldn’t be on the track!”

sebastian drops his hands to his side, deciding that he’d just let her get it all off her chest. it might make her feel better. 

though, it doesn’t make him feel good that she’s continually talking down on herself. he vouched for her for weeks for a reason, and it’s because he believes in her. more than she does in herself, it seems. 

“i didn’t work my ass off my whole life just to be undermined because i’m a woman!” she tosses the balaclava aside, now picking at the loose skin by her fingernails. “i didn’t get this far for everyone to count me out because of one crash! can you fucking believe that shit? it’s a fucking rookie mistake, seb! i’ve been racing for years!”

she drops her hands by her side and groans again, rolling her eyes. “i’ve earned my rightful spot to be where i am! they are not going to care about that!”

sebastian shrugs slightly, overlooked by the infuriated woman across him. he can barely get a breath in before she continues, shutting his mouth immediately as she continues her rampage. 

“imagine the headlines tomorrow! a driver is as good as their last race — i know that! don’t try to sugarcoat it. you know i’m right!” she rambles on, eyes darting all over the room. she’s pushed herself off the wall slightly, clearly flustered over the course of events. 

she avoids sebastian’s eyes, the fear of fully breaking down in front of him prominent. crying over a crash seemed like such a silly thing to do, but there’s no denying how demanding the sport truly is. 

in her short three races in the season and people’s neverending criticism of her abilities, it makes her lie awake at night rethinking her position on the grid. 

following her crash, sebastian hadn’t expected for her to ramble on for this long. he initially thought that the crash would have sent her into a shocking silence, so while her anger is warranted, it was definitely not on his list of things to be ready for. 

“imagine what they have to say about me!” she throws her hands in the air, scratching her head gently. “imagine what they’ll say about you! it’s not going to be good, trust me! i’m a woman in a fucking racing car in a male-dominated sport!”

“hey!” sebastian’s voice bounces in the room, making her lift her head with her eyes narrowed into a glare. 

the sudden movement reminds her of her restrictions, hands coming up to nurse the back of her neck. she feels a sharp pain shoot through her head all the way down to her shoulders. “what?” she hisses, quickly looking down to hide the pain. 

“you literally just crashed head-first into a wall at 250 kilometres per hour! you’re lucky all you got was a concussion and whiplash! it could’ve been worse!”

“if i was lucky, i’d have been able to recover and get on the podium as we discussed! i was already 5th!”

“and you didn’t! that’s okay! you learn from things like these!”

“no, it’s not! i’m already hated as it is!”

“it’s part of the sport! fernando alonso has crashed, lewis has, and so have max and charles! every other big name in formula 1 has had their fair share! you’ll be okay!”

she finally meets sebastian’s eyes, slouching even more as she audibly sighs. he watches her body deflate, leaning back dejectedly. “it’s still different.”

she’s still in her fireproofs. her race suit had to be taken off during her short time with the doctor, hanging on the back of the plastic chair in the small medical room. her helmet sits next to her, underneath the balaclava she’d thrown on top of it. 

her hair is in a loose ponytail with stray hairs poking out and resting on her face. the adrenaline has yet to leave her body, chest heaving as if it’d just been over and beads of sweat still scattered all over her.

“i know it’s different. but everyone else who says whatever isn’t the person behind the wheel, you have to remember that,” he says in a soothing tone, finally coming up to stand next to her. he sighs, putting a hand on top of her head. “and i know it sucks.”

she shakes her head. “no, you don’t. we’re different; our problems are different.”

“the way they used to hate me, and things they say about you are different, yes,” sebastian nods in a low voice, his thumb now tracing circles on her head. “but you still can prove them wrong. you just started driving in formula 1 — you’ll have way more chances to shut them all up.”

“i could’ve already. if i just controlled the car a little better.”

“it’s okay.” he slides himself onto the examination bed, sitting next to her. he intertwines his fingers and rests his hands on his thigh. “everybody crashes at one point in their career.

“let the media say what they want, but not all that criticise you have been in a race before. nobody on that grid thinks you’re lesser than you are just because of what happened today.”

“you don’t know that.”

sebastian just shakes his head, refusing to elaborate any further. he leans back into the wall as well. “oscar is on the way with some snacks for you.”

crashing out during a race is never easy. years before he decided to retire, tapping and crashing out of a race has always been demoralising. it always feels like the first time when he does.

“i don’t need snacks. i need to go back to 4 hours ago when i was still on track for a podium finish in the first half of my rookie season.”

“with your talent, i can assure you that this will not be your only opportunity in formula 1. i will make sure of it, of course. wherever i go, you go.”

the door creaks open, cutting her off before she can throw an answer back as sebastian. “i’ve got your favourite snacks. i also stole a couple of twix bars from your backpack, i hope you don’t mind.”

“well, why’d you take them and still tell me about it knowing i wouldn’t even have given it to you in the first place?” she reaches for the nearest object next to her, yanking it towards oscar by the door. 

“because it was calling my name,” he shrugs, pushing the door fully open to reveal who he’s strung along to the medical centre. 

“i took a packet of haribo,” logan shrugs as he steps in. he flinches when she clenches her fist, scrambling to pull something out of his paper bag. “but i got you a can of sprite to make up for it! don’t be mad!”

her gaze softens when she notices lewis hamilton standing behind her friends, a paper bag hanging on his fingers as he grins at her. 

“how are you, sweetie?” his voice is empathetic and low, giving her a look that she’d seen from everyone she’s passed on her way here. 

she sees lewis and sebastian exchange glances, almost making her roll her eyes again. 

she doesn’t talk to lewis that often, but he has addressed her before when she would trail behind sebastian on the track. she would often greet him softly as she hid behind her mentor, or simply excuse herself when she sees either oscar or logan passing by. 

he’s a role model and the last thing she ever wanted to do was be too overbearing. to see him come to her aid is only a dream come true. 

“i hope you don’t beat yourself up because of that. you drove a brilliant race today,” he smiles. “everybody crashes out. don’t even care what others have to say about you. you did well.”

lewis understands being cast out as a minority. he will never understand the struggles and pressure put on her, but he can at least relate to a certain extent. “don’t even sweat it. you’re now one of the world’s greatest in a fast race car. you’d smoke anybody who would dare challenge you.”

oscar tilts his head. “why would someone random just challenge her out on the street?”

“oscar, shut up,” logan shoves the australian slightly, landing a warning smack on his shoulder after. “let her have her moment.”

lewis laughs but does wave oscar off as he returns his attention to her. “what they say will string, but trust me, this is not the end of the world. i know it feels like it.”

she nods to herself. “okay, hand me the snacks so i can eat away all my pain. i deserve it.”

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[jakei95]

[Post in English] Something Nyx and I want to publicly address, regarding the recent allegations in the Glitchtale Crew's Discord Server and it's moderators. I really apologize for the upcoming wall of text. These are our Twitter threads I have pasted them here, in case you don't have access to said platform. I have also added some additional notes to provide more context. All details under the line:

NyxTheShield: (Transcription from his official twitter thread) I read some mean comments lately and I just wanna be super clear: I havent been related to Glitchtale since at least 2022. I never considered myself part of the community and went through some much shit while doing stuff for it that my mental health was completely destroyed.

For people who thought I was an admin of the server, that was just in paper. I was constantly de-admin'd, demodded and kicked from the server through the years for simple stuff like asking the rest of the mod team to not say slurs or standing up against the Midnight Crew. I personally left the server for a long while because I really did not want to be around some of the people there. All of this happened years ago (from 2016~ to around 2020). On the early years, my full income came from Youtube/Glitchtale. I was a broke college student and my economic stability depended on it. Despite this, and making literally hundred of tracks and hours of music for the series, most of the income came from my own ad revenue. I was paid less than 2000 USD for all of the work. Essentially, I was paid in exposure.

This wouldn't have been an issue for me if at least I got to keep my artistic vision with the series. That didn't hold true for long.

From the second season and onwards, and in multiple instances, I would score the entire OST for the episode, watch the episode when it released, and then find out a completely new section of the episode (usually a battle scene) with music from somebody else This was completely demotivating to me because I wasn't being paid, the tracks would not fit the rest of the OST at all, and most of the income I made from the battle scenes. I had to work for weeks trying to compose music for glorified powerpoint presentations (Basically everything that's not a battle scene on the series was just still frames of characters barely moving) and do all the heavy lifting and I wasn't even let known about the guest tracks.

This added to the feeling of having absolutely no power within the community. I don't know if this was intentional or not (I don't wanna presume malice), but all of these things together contributed to me distancing myself from the community.

Honestly, there is A LOT more shit that went down these early years that are extremely traumatic to me that I would prefer to not talk about unless completely necessary, but I feel this is a good amount of context for what I wanna talk about next.

As you might be aware, extremely serious (and true) allegations were made against Camila and his partner, Veir, which was accused of grooming minors from 2015 to 2021 There are really good videos out there explaining the entire timeline of what transpired, but I specifically wanna talk about 2020.

(Jakei's note: Links to said videos are here: [1] [2] [3])

In that year, a public document was made by my head mod CrystalFlame alongside 2 other mods in the GT server, that exposed Veir and their actions. This document went mostly unnoticed. Even more, Crystal went through a lot of abuse for coming forward about their abuse and was almost ostracized from the UT AU community because of this.

Because of this, I was asked directly by one of the victims (and also representing the other victims) to please not speak up (Citing that they just wanted to move on and didn't want to involve themselves with more problems and expose themselves)

All the info was kept very vague from me, including the people who were involved, the extent of the stuff that went down, etc But I knew enough to know it was serious. I followed their request and didn't speak up publicly about this, but I banned Veir from my server, warned all of my mods and people close to me in those circles about Veir, and constantly tried to get Camila to please adress the situation. Despite this, she did not listen and we all know how stuff went down later in 2022, where the allegations came back again with full force. This time around I wasnt asked to stay silent so I spread the word around and confronted the entire mod team. I was shortly banned after that.

I needed to address this because this thing has been eating me alive for years. I was intentionally kept in the dark about a lot of context and nuance that would have completely changed my mind about speaking up or not about what happened in 2020.

Everything is easier in retrospective, and with the knowledge I now have about the situation I know for a fact that I would have spoken up about all that happened. But being asked directly to not speak up by the victims was something that goes against what I am Sorry for the long rant, but I really needed to get this off my chest. I am tired of having to deal with this kind of stuff. As a content creator/public figure I am trying my hardest to keep the communities I am active in as safe as possible.

I feel I could have done more for the Glitchtale community regarding the grooming situation, but all of the years of abuse that I endured really fucked up my judgement. I am not very good at dealing with people and I always trust the people close to help me for this kind of stuff

Sadly, in this case, those same people who were close to me were also the victims, so they couldnt have known or had a way to help me out, I should have helped them instead. Most if not all of what was described in this thread is backed up by screenshots, chat logs, and direct testimony from the people who were involved during this time.

I don't want to direct hate to anyone or start a witchhunt, I am doing this purely to decompress a bit and try to vent some of the trauma I experienced all these years.

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Jakei: (Transcription from my official twitter thread) I would also like to share my experiences about my relationship with the Glitchtale Creator, Camila Cuevas. Publicly, we appeared as close friends, but in reality, that friendship was based on bullying and mistreatment, and this affected my mental health deeply.

Years have passed, and the memories still cause me pain. I decided to remain silent, but after the revelations of grooming cases in her community, I realized I wasn’t being too sensitive. The time has come to speak up about my experiences.

During the early years of Underverse, I was dealing with a serious depressive episode. Simultaneous internal and external pressures as an independent artist amplified my mental strain. Meeting Camila felt like finding a genuine friend who shared my passion for the fandom and understood the struggles of being a content creator amidst toxicity. At my lowest, I became compliant to doing things that I didn’t want to, just to keep people around me happy. For Camila, this meant allowing her to belittle my work and make me the butt of her jokes.

Only our veteran followers may remember the 'roasting games' between us on Tumblr (consisting of mutual insults), a spectacle where she'd always win. However, it was a game she privately forced me to "play" and I ended up accepting, despite the discomfort it caused me. These 'games' would give her a cool and strong image in the fandom while painting me as the dumb, 'cringe-worthy' friend. In essence, I became her personal punching bag, unknowingly reinforcing his reputation.

Camila's favorite term to demean my series 'Underverse' was “Cancerverse”. It felt like a constant contest where she'd always position herself as the superior writer and animator simply because my story and animation techniques didn't fit her standards. Years of being subjected to her ridicule left my self-esteem in ruins. I was okay with the negative feedback by some fans, but when my 'friend' publicly disrespected my art, it made me question my abilities as an artist.

I can't deny there were times when she gave me advice to deal with hate or hurtful comments. However, her damaging comments and treatment outweighed those moments of support.

My depressive state worsened around July 2017, where I had accepted people pushing me to do things I wasn’t comfortable with, while being part of Camila's demeaning games, just to appease her ego. I was introduced to Nyx during this time, he offered his music for my series, and eventually we started dating. We met in person in Chile, where I also met Camila. I hoped our friendship would strengthen but everything felt the same. Before I moved to Chile with Nyx, Camila reached out to me in dms, attempting to turn me against him because he opposed the use of slurs in the GT server. She claimed Nyx was being 'brainwashed' by his American friends belonging to the black and LGBTQ+ communities. She made fun of my dating choices, suggesting I was entering a toxic relationship, while showing off her relationship with her then-boyfriend (later exposed as a pedophile). She even quoted her own mother assuring me that Nyx would 'get back to normal', and if it didn’t happen, she would let me live in her house, almost like if she was telling me that Nyx would hurt me or make me feel miserable.

It only took Nyx 3 months to realize that the GT server was going in the wrong way. I initially felt compelled to defend Camila due to my inferiority complex, but soon realized Nyx was right. (Jakei's note: Not only Nyx was right, a lot of people that called her out over the years were right, yet they were not listened to at the time)

Even then, I found it difficult to distance myself from Camila due to the false sense of obligation I felt towards her. My fear of her making fun of my work kept me from interacting with others in the short period of time I stayed in her Discord server. I was afraid that she and her echo chamber would talk behind my back, something that I found out was happening in private chats until recent years.

Rebuilding my self-esteem wasn't an easy task. I began noticing the red flags – Camila's lack of respect not only for me but Nyx also, the emotional manipulation Nyx was suffering from Veir (something he used to do all the time with his other victims), her attempts to 'roast' me in front of her family and fans in the Underverse/Glitchtale meetings, and her constant criticism of my artstyle not being compatible to hers in the few collabs we made.

All these 'small' instances, dismissed as insignificant by many, caused me immense pain while treating my depression. I felt it was too late to express how I felt, as I feared being labeled as attention-seeking or oversensitive by her and her fanbase. Ironically, the moment she talked about her traumas after being bullied in the past, her feelings were the only ones that mattered any time she was involved in a problematic situation in the fandom and deserved to be the only to get pats in the back.

I never expected a sincere apology, as I was convinced she didn't remember or didn't care about the hurt she caused. I tried to maintain a facade of good terms with her, both publicly and privately. Eventually, I distanced myself from her, unfriending her and banning her from my own server even if she didn't interact there. I started focusing on my own work and the people who appreciated it. Despite this, the aftermath of the bullying continued to affect me.

Everything fell into place when the grooming accusations against her former boyfriend and server mods came to light. It was a shocking revelation, but it validated all my doubts and fears about her. The purpose of sharing my experiences is not to stir up drama, but to address the concerns of those worried about my association with Camila. I want to make it clear that I will never tolerate such behavior. Although the things I did for her in the past cannot be erased, I hope Camila at least deletes the animation remake I did for her and all the collabs that boosted her views for free, though I'm not optimistic about it happening.

As I've matured, my hope is that she and her crew learn from their mistakes, start behaving like adults, and take responsibility for their actions in their future projects and with their new followers. But I'm skeptical about any real change, especially if their server continues to exist. The best course of action for me was to cut all ties with Camila and Glitchtale.

NyxTheShield (now my husband) and I have endured too much from our treatment by Camila. We no longer want to be associated with her or Glitchtale. It's a chapter of our lives that we wish to close. It's time for us to focus on recovering our mental health, as remaining silent is only prolonging our pain. We have been working to improve our mental and physical health over the past few years and this is a crucial part of our healing process.

#jakei says something #english

[thisismeracing]

Your time | LH44

― Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x singer!reader ― Warnings: mentions of cheating; lots of rumors about lewis being an a*hole; mentions of juliana nalu and shakira, but all fictional. ― Summary: A couple months after the biggest breakup in the F1 paddock, your song gets leaked and the internet uproars about your relationship again. This time they have more ammunition than ever to feed the narrative that Lewis Hamilton cheated on you. Are they right though? (based on this request).

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paddockgossip

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paddockgossip how would you guys feel if your man goes out with another singer and looks this cozy while you’re out there on tour working your ass off? 👀

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sunshineyn you know shits real when her friend hailey likes the post…

⤷ pinterestyln I thought the same

leclercnation you guys forgot to add that yn and shakira aren’t friends, were never seem together, couldnt bother to talk about one another, yet this is the second time we see her around lewis this week…

randuser @ yourusername bestie come get your man!

schumakatchau this looks oddly like a double date

raintyres GUYS HIS HAND PLACEMENT!!! HES HOLDING SHAKIRAS WAIST 😭😭😭😭

tomdayastan my girl Yn doesn’t deserve this

evansnature are you guys really that surprised? He’s a man, I expect anything from a man

January, 2024

February, 2024

f1wagsupdate

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f1wagsupdate According to our sources Yn Yln and Lewis Hamilton broke up ealier this month. There is not an official reason yet, but most fans believe that cheating was the cause of the downfall of the four-years-long relationship.

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user44 is true love even real?

gomezracing I hate it in here

drugobitch what if its because of the cheating rumors?

⤷ rand32 but why would she wait weeks after it?

likedbypgasly and so it goes the best wag of the paddock :(

mclarenmason did you guys see that thread someone made about Yn's looks on the paddock and her cheering for lew, and them matching sometimes *sobs into my hands*

yourusername

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yourusername making music and enjoying some free time after touring 💞

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mbappeworld I wish Lewis and Kyllian weren’t friends bc I kinda ship him with Yn 😭

hailyebieber 😍😍😍😍

sza waiting for our collabbbbb! ❤️

⤷ ynfan the day these two write a song together is the day I’ll be stuck in my room crying for a week straight

ynnation She looks so relaxed, more than when she was with Lewis

hardtyres_ I wish I could be like this after being cheated on, when my ex did this to me I had to go to therapy for at least a year before going back on social media

⤷ agoradoja there’s no proof he cheated on her

⤷ winteryln sure, except for the hundreds of pics of him with singers and models 😍 but y’all taking it too serious, he was just friendly with them

⤷ agoradoja maybe he was just friendly, Lewis is famous, dare I say even more than Yn, so being friends with different famous people is part of his life.

⤷ bonoschumi I’ll have to agree with agoradoja, there’s nothing too incriminatinf, maybe we’re just trying to find a reason because we don’t accept that they fell out of love

⤷ leclercmcqueen she literally wrote “its just us against the world” for him, wdym they fell out of love????

bieberfantasy yeah but how about roscoe liking the post????? It's making me hopeful

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[sluttywoozi]

Title from James Joint by Rihanna

Summary: Weed always makes you a bit looselipped, especially around your two best friends, Wonwoo and Seungcheol.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~4.1k

Warnings: weed smoking, shotgunning, swearing, sex while high, best friend threesome, wonwoo’s cold hands, dom cheol, switch wonwoo, fingering, oral f. rec., restraining (they hold reader down), size kink, they both have big dicks (i yam who i yam), finger sucking, cum eating, crying, voyeurism, male masturbation, squirting, lots of fluid talk, unexpected feelings (as in i didnt expect them) 

Reader Notes: she/her pronouns used, breasts, vagina, sub, wap

“You know what I miss?” You ask rhetorically from your place on the floor, taking a drag and preparing to give them your answer whether they want it or not. “Cumming.”

Their eyes grow wide, Wonwoo shifting in his seat and Seungcheol giving you an appraising look. 

“Do you not do it by yourself?” Seungcheol asks quietly. 

“No I do, all the time, but it’s just not the same,” you sigh as you lean back against the couch, passing the blunt to Wonwoo and missing the trembling of his hands. 

“You miss cumming with someone else?” Wonwoo asks, exhaling the smoke-wrapped question. 

“Yeah,” you sigh dreamily, watching as Wonwoo hands the blunt to Seungcheol, who wraps his plump lips around the tip and takes a deep pull. 

They stare at you, not that you notice, too caught up in precious memories of a time when you weren’t the one taking care of yourself. 

You do catch them sharing a look, communicating silently and coming to some sort of decision just as Seungcheol passes you the blunt. 

“We can do it, if you want,” Wonwoo offers. 

“You can do what?” you ask absentmindedly, blowing out smoke and picking at a loose thread on your pajama pants. 

“We can make you cum,” Seungcheol clarifies, his face straight and serious but his eyes fiery. 

You only need a few seconds to consider. 

“Okay. How do you wanna do this?” 

“Why don’t you let us worry about that, hm?” Wonwoo asks gently.

You nod, tongue tied and a bit lightheaded already, watching as Wonwoo drags the coffee table out of the way and Seungcheol starts rolling up his sleeves. 

You wonder if you should warn them how wet you get when you’re high, but decide to let them find out for themselves, like a little surprise. 

You’re already wet, you can tell, feeling the slickness dampening your panties. Who could blame you though, when Wonwoo’s crouching in front of you, his eyes hazy behind his glasses and his big hands slowly moving toward the hem of your shirt. 

Seungcheol is watching from the side, having moved from his chair to sit on the floor a few feet from you, and you hold his gaze as Wonwoo drags your shirt up. 

You can see his pupils dilate, and you remember you took your bra off before they arrived. 

“Can you guys take your shirts off too?” You ask, lifting your hips so Wonwoo can pull your pajama pants off. “I’m not self conscious, you’re just hot.”

Seungcheol smirks and reaches a hand behind his head, whipping his top off and tossing it to the couch. It lands behind you, and damn, he smells so good, and then Wonwoo takes his shirt off too, and shit, his abs are right there. 

Right there, and already under your hand, and you’re not sure when that happened, but fuck are you glad it did.  

“That’s nice,” you whisper, petting Wonwoo’s stomach and feeling more wetness seep into the seat of your panties. 

You honestly forgot they took off your pants until you hear Cheol groan, and look over to find him staring between your legs with his lip bitten between his teeth. 

His plump, red bottom lip that you’ve always wanted to taste, always wanted to sink your teeth into, and it occurs to you that you can. 

Now, if you want. 

So you reach one hand out, the other still on Wonwoo’s abs, and wait for Seungcheol to shuffle over. 

Your fingers catch in the waistband of his sweats, tugging him closer until you can lean up and capture that plush lip between yours. He groans into your mouth as you dig your teeth into his soft flesh, and you moan when he slides his tongue into your mouth. 

Or maybe you moaned because of the cold fingers on your nipple, tweaking and rolling and pinching. 

You’re really not sure. 

Your mind is foggy with the smoke still floating around the room, and you pull away from Seungcheol to grab the blunt on the side table. 

Taking a drag, you watch as Wonwoo kicks his sweats off, his hard dick pushing against his boxer briefs and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, thank goodness. 

You lean in, holding your breath, and press your lips to his, exhaling the smoke into his mouth with a sigh. 

You don’t want to forget about Seungcheol, so you break the kiss and take another hit, sliding your fingers into his hair and pulling him close to give him the same treatment. 

His groan rumbles deep in his chest and vibrates against the hand you place on it, his skin warm and toned under your palm, and you bite his lip again before breaking away to take one final drag. 

The blunt’s almost done, so you pass it to Wonwoo, who takes a hit and closes his eyes before handing it to Seungcheol, who breathes the smoke in deep and leans in to blow it into your mouth. 

You feel like you’re swimming, high from the weed and from their hands on you, and you let out a contented sigh as Wonwoo starts tugging your underwear down. 

His eyes track the fabric as it slides over your skin, and you suspect he may not be ready to look at you bare yet. You pull him into a kiss so he doesn’t have to, one of your hands on his chest and the other playing with the waistband of Seungcheol’s sweats, and you feel more than hear Wonwoo ask, “Can I?” as his hand trails up your leg. 

You breathe out a yes against his lips, tilting your hips into his touch when his fingers tentatively slide along your slit. 

Wonwoo works you open slowly while Seungcheol kisses your neck, drifting lower and lower, pushing Wonwoo’s head down when he gets in the way. Wonwoo takes the hint and slides down to lay on his stomach, pushing your thighs apart so he can fit in between, and you gently pull his glasses off and set them on the couch so they don’t get wet. He thanks you with a kiss to your inner thigh and leans in until you can feel his breath on your pussy, before looking up at you. 

The look on his face, open and wanting and reverent, steals your breath. You’re starting to wonder if maybe there’s something he’s not telling you, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when he finally licks into you. 

Fuck, his tongue is perfect, so good so so so-

You can feel Wonwoo and Seungcheol laugh, and realize you’d said that out loud, but now that you’ve started, you just can’t stop.  

“Wonwoo, yes, fuck, please can you-,” you suck in a gasp as two long fingers sink inside you, clenching around them already and bucking your hips into his hand. 

“You really did miss this, huh?” Seungcheol chuckles, wrapping those plump lips around your nipple and sucking until you squirm. His fingers play with the other, tugging harder than Wonwoo did, and you arch your back, pressing into his warm touch. 

You’re close already, opening your mouth to warn them but whimpering instead when Wonwoo curls his fingers inside you and suctions his mouth around your clit. 

Your hips jump when he works in another finger, colder and thicker and longer than yours, and you love it, you love it all. 

“So good, Wonwoo, you’re so good,” you whine, pitch raising when you feel him groan into your pussy. 

The vibrations feel incredible, and you can feel your clit starting to pulse under his tongue, sending your hips into his face again. 

That begins a delicious feedback loop of you grinding against his tongue and him moaning into you, and with a long, hard pinch of Seungcheol’s warm fingers around your nipple, you fall over the edge. 

Fuck, it feels like you cum forever, wave after blissful wave of sensations hitting you, and you know you’re crying, know you’re babbling, know you’re near sobbing their names, but you can’t stop. 

You’ll never be able to stop if Wonwoo keeps his tongue on you and his fingers curled like that, and you sigh gratefully as he helps you ride it out and then slowly pulls away. 

Your face crumples when you see him suck your wetness off his fingers, and scrunches further when Seungcheol replaces him between your legs. 

“Mind if I have a taste too, baby? Think you can cum again?” he asks softly, lips hovering a few inches from your pussy. 

“Can we rearrange a bit first?” you ask, voice a bit raspy from smoking and then moaning so much. 

They nod, waiting for you to tug them into place. 

Your second orgasm always hits harder than your first, and you know you’ll need Wonwoo to ground you when Seungcheol starts, so you sit up and bring Wonwoo behind you, pulling his hand until he settles at your back, his legs stretching out alongside yours and his arms wrapping around you. 

You feel safer like this, pressed up against his chest and cocooned in his arms, able to feel his lungs rise and fall and his heartbeat against yours.  

Keeping one of his hands beneath yours on your sternum, you let the other wander, and it immediately finds your breasts again, testing the softness of them and exploring how the flesh dents under his fingers. 

Seungcheol’s just been watching this all unfold, sitting on his knees and waiting for you to give him the go ahead. His thighs look so thick, his hard dick trying to push through the fleece of his sweatpants, and you almost want to keep him like this just so you can look at him. 

“You’re so pretty, Cheol,” you whisper, tilting your head back onto Wonwoo’s shoulder and squeezing his hand with yours. 

Seungcheol blushes, face remaining stoic but the tips of his ears turning red, and he waves you off as he lays on his stomach between your thighs. He grunts when he realizes the angle isn’t very good with you sitting up, and you can see the gears turning in his head as he figures out what he wants to do. 

“Baby, hold your legs up so Wonwoo can cross his,” he waits for you both to move before pulling each of your legs down to hook over Wonwoo’s knees. 

You’re fully spread out like this; you can feel the air on your wet pussy, feel Wonwoo’s hard cock pressing into your back, and you should feel exposed, but you just feel dizzy with need instead. 

Seungcheol tugs you closer to his face, making your thighs strain as they spread wider over Wonwoo’s legs, and you try not to pant as he sucks kisses into your hips. He chuckles when you whine and try to get closer to his face, unable to get far with your legs spread as they are, and finally decides to have mercy, pulling your lips apart with his thumbs and licking a broad stripe up your cunt. 

He swirls his tongue over your clit and you want to buck into him, but you really can’t move, especially as Wonwoo holds you tighter against him, so you talk instead. 

“Cheol, please, can I have your fingers? I feel empty,” you moan, near ready to give up all your dignity and beg. 

He pulls away, and through lust gritted teeth grinds out, “Aw, our baby feels empty? Wonwoo, should we let her have what she wants?“ 

You shiver at the depth and tone of his voice, and it becomes a full body shudder when Wonwoo answers, “Of course we should, she asked so nicely. Said please and everything.” 

His words trail off at the end, whispered into your neck as he lays kisses over your skin, bites his marks into your shoulders. 

Seungcheol hums around your clit, brings a hand up and sinks three thick fingers inside, pushing through your tightness to curl into your g-spot. 

You keen through the stretch, your heart thudding harder against Wonwoo’s hand, and Seungcheol grins into you, watching as your pussy opens up to take his fingers. 

“So fucking good for us, aren’t you?” Seungcheol breathes, licking your wetness off his lips before diving in to paint them with you again. 

“So good, baby, taking it so well,” Wonwoo sighs against your throat, his lips drifting up and down your soft skin. 

“She tastes fucking delicious, doesnt she, Wonwoo?” Seungcheol goads, reminding Wonwoo he’s not the one with his tongue on you, and Wonwoo glares at him, pushes him away from you by the forehead, and slides his fingers onto your clit. 

You jump at the feeling, his calluses dragging on your skin as he rubs circles into you, and Seungcheol just shrugs before sinking down further and shoving his tongue inside you with the next thrust of his fingers. 

Crying out, your hand shoots down to fist in Seungcheol’s hair and pull him closer to you. He follows, spreading his fingers so he can get as much of his tongue in you as possible, groaning when a fresh wave of arousal hits his face. 

You’re close again, so close already, and you don’t think you can speak, can barely even move, enough to tell them before your vision blurs and you cum with a wail. 

Your hips jerk uncontrollably, into their touch and then away, and Wonwoo holds you down through it all. Your body squirms in his arms, but he’s too strong for you to get anywhere, and you have no choice but to take the pleasure they’re giving you. 

You cum for what you fear might be hours, shivering in Wonwoo’s arms and clenching down tight around Seungcheol’s fingers, and you can feel the tears streaming down your face, dripping into your open mouth. Your wail cuts out, taken over by a gasp as Seungcheol curls his fingers into your g-spot again. 

You can tell he wants to go for a third, but as you regain your breath and your capacity for complex thought, you realize you have something else in mind.

“I want you to fuck me,” you plead weakly with a pout. 

“This was supposed to just be about you, baby,” Seungcheol reminds you. 

“Yeah,” you say, confused, “I want you to fuck me, how is that not about me?” 

Wonwoo shifts to sit in front of you, glancing at Seungcheol out of the corner of his eye before his gaze lands on you, “She’s got a point.”

“You’re only saying that because you’ve wanted to fu-“ 

Wonwoo clears his throat, glaring sideways before smoothing his hands down your body in contemplation. 

“Me first, then you?” he asks Seungcheol absently, his eyes caught on your curves. 

“Fine, but you can’t cum inside,” Seungcheol stipulates firmly, to which Wonwoo nods in all seriousness. 

“Deal,” they voice in unison with a shake of their hands. 

You stare incredulously, but suppose you shouldn’t be surprised they’re approaching this like a game between friends. 

Because they are friends, best friends, and you’re their best friend too, and this is all just a game, a game that you definitely won’t think about in the shower, or on the way home from work, or when you’re lying in your cold bed alone at night.

Definitely not. 

But maybe every once in a while, as a treat, you think as Wonwoo tugs you down to lay flat on the floor and starts pushing inside of you, his size a shock to your system even though you literally saw his massive dick with your own eyes. 

You stretch around him, cringing slightly at the sting, and he pulls your ass to rest in his lap, fucking into you slowly until he bottoms out. You jump when you feel a hand snake between your legs, not realizing you closed your eyes. 

You open them to find Seungcheol staring at you with his fingers on your clit. He holds your gaze, lip pulled between his teeth again, and circles over your swollen bundle of nerves with warm, sturdy fingers. 

“You good, baby?” Wonwoo asks gently, waiting for your nod to pull his hips back until he can see his cock glistening with you. He slides back in gradually, giving you time to adjust, though you can feel his fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips and know you must be tight around him. You squeeze down, just for fun, just to hear him moan, and he does, curling over you and dropping his face into your neck. 

The space narrows between you, pressing Seungcheol’s fingers into you harder, and when the new angle forces the head of Wonwoo’s cock into your g-spot, you yelp and writhe beneath him. He soothes you with his hands running up and down your sternum and breathes,”I know, baby, I know,” into your throat before straightening up again, pulling back, and thrusting in a bit harder.

It’s like you can feel Wonwoo’s cock in your throat, he’s so big inside you, but you love it, can’t get enough, buck your hips into his until he’s really fucking you, fucking you like he wants. 

You want it too, you realize, have wanted it for months, years, maybe the whole time you’ve known Wonwoo, and it’s that realization that makes you break, back arching, cunt throbbing around his length and pushing him into his own orgasm. 

He pulls out just in time, his hot cum shooting out onto your pussy and dribbling down to your ass, Cheol’s hand flying back to avoid being covered. 

You jump at the movement, and Seungcheol smirks, “Yeah, baby, I’m still here.”

You bite your lips sheepishly, honestly having forgotten about him, and as Wonwoo pets your hips, you whisper a timid, “Sorry, Cheol.” 

Seungcheol just shakes his head in bemusement and tugs off his pants, waiting for Wonwoo to get out of the way before claiming his place between your legs. He gathers up the cum on your pussy, showing Wonwoo his fingers, and slides them inside of you, smirk growing when he catches Wonwoo’s harsh glare. 

“You wanted to go first,” Cheol teases Wonwoo with a tilt of his head, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to your mouth, waiting for you to close your lips around them and suck before sinking his dick inside you. 

Wonwoo’s cum is still warm, tinged with your wetness and a bit salty on your tongue, but you can’t say you hate it, can’t say you wouldn’t mind another taste, maybe from the source-

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Seungcheol whispers, leaning down close to you to hide the movement of his lips. 

You cringe, nodding apologetically and gasping when his hips meet your ass, his cock huge and hard inside you. 

“Why don’t you look at him then, baby? Look at Wonwoo while I fuck you,” Seungcheol commands, gently taking your face in his hand and turning your head until you catch sight of Wonwoo. 

He’s flushed, panting, glasses back on and near fogging up with how hot his face must be. He holds your gaze as Seungcheol pumps into you, his hand wandering down to his half-hard cock, his mouth opening on a moan when he sees the way your breasts bounce as Seungcheol rocks into you. 

It’s hot, so fucking hot, having Wonwoo watch you like this, seeing the look on his face as your shared best friend fucks you into the carpet, and it only gets hotter when his hand wraps around his dick, squeezing at the head, moaning when precum dribbles out. 

Seungcheol roots his cock deep inside and you moan too, trying to turn your head to look at him, but he holds you in place, makes you watch Wonwoo jerk himself off, makes you watch him watching you, and you can feel the knot tying up in your stomach again. 

With every thrust of Seungcheol’s hips into yours, every groan he lets out, every clench of his fingers on your hip, the knot gets tighter, and you can feel your cunt getting tighter too, your walls hugging his dick, swallowing it deeper every time he tries to leave. 

Eventually, he stops trying, just fucks himself deep inside you and stays there, glancing over at Wonwoo and smirking before beckoning him over. 

Wonwoo shuffles to you on unsteady feet, hand leaving his cock as he walks, and you’re nearly entranced by the way it bobs heavily between his legs. You’re still stuck on how big he is, so much bigger than you thought he’d be, and it’s not like you thought he’d be small. You just didn’t expect… this. Him. And his massive fucking cock. 

You want it in your mouth, you think, but Seungcheol has something else in mind, stilling his fingers on your clit and waiting for Wonwoo to kneel next to you before telling him, “Make her cum.”

You and Wonwoo both look at Seungcheol, confused, until he shifts the hand between you to your hip, freeing up space for Wonwoo to fill. Wonwoo sucks in a broken gasp, slides his hand between your legs, and rubs his rough fingers over your clit insistently.

He curves his palm around your cheek, pressing his lips to yours and exhaling a sigh into your mouth, and you return it on a moan, weaving a hand into his hair to pull him closer to you. You arch into his touch and try to grind against him, making Wonwoo groan raggedly and press harder on your clit, swirling precise circles, over and over and over until you shatter with a cry. 

You can feel yourself gushing around Seungcheol’s cock, feel it seeping out of your entrance and coating Wonwoo’s fingers, making them glide on you as you clench. Seungcheol’s head is thrown back, his eyes scrunched closed, his plump lips stuck open as he starts to cum inside you. 

His cock jumps as it spits hot cum into you, making you whine in Wonwoo’s mouth when you feel it flood your insides, and he pants as his fingers speed up on your clit, sending you spiraling into another orgasm. This one hits different, your vision whiting out and a buzz filling your head, and you squirm in their hold as wetness splashes out of you, soaking Seungcheol’s stomach and Wonwoo’s hand. 

You can’t stop clenching and you can just barely hear Seungcheol whining in overstimulation over the roaring in your ears. You feel something warm on your stomach, break away from Wonwoo to blearily look down, and find his cock resting on your abdomen in a pool of white. 

You’re a bit confused, because Wonwoo’s got one hand between your legs and one cupping your face, so how did he just cum? 

You look up at him again and, through blurry eyes, see his cheeks redden, his hand leaving your face to push his glasses up and cover his mouth.  

You’re still staring at him, dumbfounded, as Seungcheol starts pulling out, and even soft, his cock drags against your walls. Your hips jerk with residual waves of your orgasm, stoked by the friction of his cock leaving you, and you can’t hold in the whine or the wriggle when his fingers find your pussy and push his cum back inside. 

You try to catch your breath, and Wonwoo’s eyes, but he’s avoiding your gaze. 

You’re not really sure why, but you decide to let him take his time, smiling sleepily at Seungcheol while he tugs his sweats up and scurries off to grab you a damp washcloth. 

Wonwoo looks like he wants to die, crouching on the floor next to you with his hands hovering above your stomach, as if he wants to scoop the cum off of you but wouldn’t know what to do with it. You can tell he wants to say something, but he seems frozen in place, tongue tied. 

It’s hard, realizing you didn’t really think this through. You didn’t have any worries about your friendship with Seungcheol, that’s always been solid as a rock, even through you accidentally sending him your nudes and you walking in on him with your roommate. 

Wonwoo, though, Wonwoo’s always been different. 

You wouldn’t say your friendship is precarious, but it’s… delicate. Special. Something you’ve nurtured and grown over time, and now you sit here, his cum drying on your stomach and his eyes avoiding yours, and you wonder if you’ve just undone it all. 

Seuntcheol comes back before you can spiral too much, swiping at the puddle with a washcloth then helping you stand and hobble to the bathroom, shower already running and your skincare set out. You can hear towels tumbling in the dryer, and over the water, you think you just might hear Seungcheol say, “If you wait any longer, you’ll ruin everything.” 

You just close your eyes and sink into the steam, letting this be a problem for future you. 

AN: thank you to the anon who brought this to me and the other anon (same maybe?) who reminded me of it!! and also thank you to @sluttywonwoo for reading this over for me 🫶

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[bellgraves]

Phillip Graves x Fem!Reader

SMUT MDNI NSFW!!!!!!

VALENTINES DAY 💕

For all my lovlies out there, enjoy my little story 🤭

(it has erotic scenes, you have been warned!!!!!)

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You wanted to spend Valentines day with your husband Phillip Graves. But he was not in romantic mood. His last mission was failure and he lost a lot of expensive weapon and money.

You found him sitting in your living room with serious face, he was looking at something in his tablet.

"Hey honey. What are you doing?" You tried to start light conversation.

"Looking at battleplans." Graves didn't even rise his gaze on you.

"I was just wondering... Next week is Valentines day...so I thought, maybe you can take one day off and spend it with me?" You cutely smiled at him.

"I can't sweetie. I will be probably busy." He murmured.

"Oh Phil, come on... Just one day... You need some time for yourself too... It doesn't have to be something fancy, just you and me, I could prepare some dinner... "

"Can you just shut the fuck up?!" Graves interrupted you and looked at you angerly.

You looked at him completly shocked.

"Why you speaking to me like this?"

"Because I try to focus on something important and you keep yapping about some shit!!" Graves stood up and started to look for something

"People are dying, I lost hell of money, my reputation is hanging on a thread and you talk about some stupid dinner!" Graves found charger.

You stood up there, trying to hide tears.

Graves connected his tablet to the charger.

"I'm a busy guy, you know who you married. Now stop standing here and staring like a owl. Go do your nails or other stupid shit and leave me alone."

That was enough for you. You slammed the door and went to your bedroom.

You cried almost all night. In the morning you saw Graves was gone. He went on a mission and didn't even tell you goodbye.

The next few days were torture for you. You started to regret that you didn't try to talk to your husband. Calm him down... But he didn't have to be so nasty for you right?

You went to his office room. You touched his clothes that he left on the chair. You missed him so much, even that he was mean to you.

You saw something on his desk. It was his tablet. Curiosity took over you and you turned it on.

You saw that his phone was connected to it. You could read now all group chat between Graves and his close Shadows.

Graves promised them to double the bonus if they successfuly finish the mission. At 14th of February they supposed to comeback home.

Some of the Shadows replied that, they will go to the stripper club and they will book hotel and bring girls for some orgy.

Graves didn't reply anything to that, but you felt incredibly hurt.

Maybe that was the reason he was so nasty to you? He was or wanted to cheat on you, so he started a fight. You felt heartbroken. How could Phillip be like that? You knew that he is workaholic but he loved you. He proved you that many times.

You heard door closing on the first floor. You run downstairs to find Phillip holding big buquet of flowers.

"Honey, I'm home!" Graves gave you the buquet and gift bag probably with jewerly.

He kissed you with passion.

"I didn't expect you to come back so soon.."

"We finished the job. It's big success for the company." Graves tried to kiss you again.

You pulled back to look suspiciously at him.

"Baby...I'm so sorry...I was so bad for you... When I was away, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I'm so lucky to have you in my life.... I would sacrifice everything to keep you safe. Work took the best of me. I promise, I will be better for you. " Graves smiled and hugged you.

But his behaviour didn't calm you down.

"Why you are not celebrating your victory with Shadows? I heard you wanted to fuck some random girls." Your tone was offended.

"I'm not a god damn dog to fuck some random bitches!" Graves looked at you and smirked.

"I'm gonna fuck my wife. That's the difference between other guys and me."

Before you could answer him, Graves manhandled you and took you upstairs to your shared bedroom.

He threw you to the bed, and ripped off your shorts and top.

He positioned himself bewtween your tights.

"Well, well, well.... Look what we have here. My wife soaked wet for her husband huh?" Graves took off your panties.

"Phillip... I just wanted..."

"Quiet love. Let your husband do the work here."

Graves spreaded your folds with his fingers and pinched your clit. He quickly tasted your sweet essence as he licks a firm stripe on your folds. He moans, eyebrows wrinkled and eyes open wide as he entertains himself with your taste. His tongue worked wonders on you, repeatedly sucking, flicking, and drawing various figures on your sensitive nub.

He inserted two fingers into you, streching sweetly your pussy.

"Tell me how much you missed me." Graves groaned into your clit.

"I missed you....very much." You whined almost closed your legs together from sensations, but Graves grabbed your tight firmly with his hand and spreaded them wider.

"You're not angry with me anymore? My sweet, little valentine?" Graves chuckled and licked your clit, his fingers still working, curling inside you, making you flow with juices.

"I'm not angry...." You grabed his hair, and pushed yourself into his tongue more.

"Mmm...that's my girl....so sweet...so perfect." Graves murmurs into your pussy. His cock is twitching inside his pants, he is so eager to dive into you.

Graves hit with his fingers your sweet spot,making you moan his name and come all over his mouth.

Graves gave your pussy a wet slap and undressed himself in hurry.

He towered above you with his muscular body, and you felt how much you really love him. You pulled him closer to kiss his wet lips, tasting your own sweetness.

Graves gave few pumps to his cock, and started to tease your entrance with his tip.

"You want me baby?" Graves looked at you with his blue eyes, massaging with one hand your nipples, with other hand he was playing with his cock, touching your pussy up and down.

"Yes, I want you Phil, so bad." You moan when he curl and twist your nipples bewtween his fingers.

He grabbed one of your tits and sucked it.

"Do you still love me?" Graves continued to tease you, knowing very well the answer.

"Yes...I love you.. Please Phil." You whined.

Graves sucked your other tit, flipping around his tongue.

He finally looked at you with victorious smile.

"I love you too baby. So fucking much. " He entered into your pussy hole with strong thrust, streching you widely. You grabbed his arms and gasped from sensation.

Graves didn't even try to be delicate. He started to rut into you with fast and strong pace. His cock coming in and out of you, making pornographic wet sounds.

He moaned at the feeling, pulling your hips back to meet his pushes.

"Just like that, just like that Phil." You shouted out, your eyes beginning to water.

"Don't stop please." You were at that point so stirred up, you felt like you could cum without warning. Around his length, your walls were already clenching. Suddenly Graves raised your legs, putting them on his shoulders, so his needy cock could dive deeper and hit your spongy spot. You wheezed at the unexpected change.

"Fuck, you're going to cum on my cock sweetie?" Graves was gasping, his hot breath on your neck. You were unable to track down the words, so you just shaked your head.

Graves began fucking into you harder; making you grasp onto him. You were so loud, that you start to be afraid that he is going to cover your mouth.

Which he did. He leaned into you and gave you erotic kiss full of tongue and saliva.

"Cum for me sweetie, fuck you're so beautiful." Graves groaned into your chest, not stopping even for a moment his speed.

Your pussy walls clenched around him, making electricity shoot through your body.

"Fuck, that's it....that's my girl..."

Graves licked your neck, bitting on it gently. He grabbed strongly your hips and with few more thrusts he came in your pussy. You felt his hot load fill you inside, drops falling into your butthole.

Graves fell into you all hard breathing and sweaty. You hugged him tight and kissed his head.

"You're the best wife in the entire world... I would kill anybody for you... God damn, I love you so much." Graves murmured into crook of your neck.

"I love you too Phil. No matter what." You were so happy, lying there with your husband in bliss.

Graves slowly pulled out his cock, put he made sure to collect his white load back into your pussy.

"I want to have kids with you sweetie. It's about damn time." Graves rolled into his back and pulled you, so now you were lying in his chest.

"Are you sure about that?" You slowly caressed his chest.

"Yea. I won't go anywhere, anytime soon. I need a fucking break from these wars. I have my own life too. And beautiful wife that I need to take care off. " He kissed your forehead.

"I'm so happy, Phil..." You felt overjoyed. " I will finally have you all for myself."

Graves chuckled and rised up to take his phone.

"Come here baby." Graves pulled you closer at took selfie with you. He kissed your cheek, but he made sure that your naked chest is hidden with his hands. Anybody could tell that you two just had sex, because of your fucked up expression. Messy hair, red cheeks and dreamy smile.

Graves sent the picture to the group chat.

"Enjoying Valentines with my sexy wife, I win boys".

Just after few seconds the chat was flooded with messages.

"SO HOT DAMN"

"Mrs Graves is so beautiful 😍"

"Commander's wife is sexy as fuuuck"

"Watch your language!!! Or I will kick your asses 😡" Graves texted.

" I will take bullet for woman like this anytime"

"I will take bullet, knife, baseball bat... Anything. Such a beauty"

"Graves is so lucky it's unfair :( "

"Yall disgusting. That's why you won't meet my lady." Graves continued to argue with Shadows over the texts, they were begging him now, to get to meet you.

"I'm going to be busy, making babies with my wife. So don't send me nothing stupid. "

He threw away under pillows his phone.

"The night is not over. Let's celebrate some more valentines sweetie, how about that?" Graves smiled and kissed you.

"I love this idea." You giggled.

Phil with flowers made by my luv @candy616 😍😍

I hope you liked it!!! 😘😘😘😘😘

@xxavengingangelxx @candy616 @phillip-graves-wife

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

What about me?!

Niko were freaking out.

After 2 decades of working for Asmodeus, sticking close to the man and managing every little detail for the man he could, he knew this had to be a joke.

Surely it was just some elaborate hoax made up by Mammon to get back at Asmodeus right?

Yeah! That was it! No way he'd do something like that, no way! Not after all they've been through.

Not after the countless, sleepless nights he'd worked his ass for fixing some flaw that would ruin Asmodeus' passion projects. Those projects rarely ever turning a profit, but still!

He'd had been doing damage control for the past hour when Asmodeus finally strutted in, in his arms the source of this entire fuck up.

"Ozzie, thank Satan! You won't believe this, people are going off on some shit about you being in love!"

He tried to laugh it off, only to get Ozzie's best fish out of water look.

"Well, uh, Niko, you see, mmmh~ things have changed."

Niko slumped as Ozzie began explaining, man containing a moan as Fizz was attacking his neck with his lips, the Imp staring at the floor as he processed what was happening.

'This was all real?'

As his mind raced, Ozzie and Fizz would be getting all cutesy, fizz nuzzling him as Ozzie giggled, the pair off in their own world.

"O-Ozzie, come on. You can't be serious?"

He asked, Ozzie giggling as Fizz bit his neck.

"L-Look Niko, I get your worried but this is no big deeeeeaaall~"

He turned back to Fizz the the two caught back up in their own little world, Ozzie walking off.

"No big deal?! OZZIE!" Niko called, the Imp rushing after the big man, struggling to keep up. "Ozzie think about this!"

He gasped, finally getting in front of him.

"Ozzie, do you have any idea what this will do to your reputation?" He asked, Ozzie like so many times before had simply snorted, giving him that ole faithful smile, the sort that had once sent shivers down his spine, but now he just saw as him saying 'oh stop worrying' any time he brought an actual problem up with him.

The same he'd had when that initial article about Fizz and Him being more then just simple FBTAWT (Fuck-Buddies-That-Also-Work-Together) but he'd just given him that SAME DAMN LOOK! And as always, Niko had just let it slide.

Well not this time Buster!

With rapidly growing frustration he grit his teeth, the Imp puffing up as he tried to reason with the Sin who he'd dedicated his life to.

"Ozzie, just think about this!!" He vaguely gestured to him and Fizzarolli. "Is this worth everything you've worked for?" He asked, trying to reason with the Sin.

Ozzie just rolled his eyes, telling him shortly. "I hear you Niko and we'll talk later Niko, now I have a relationship to officiate~" He purred, licking up the side of Fizzarollis face before he went to walk past him.

Niko grit his teeth as the sin walked past him, Niko calling out.

"Everything?! Youd give up everything you've built, Ozzie!?" He called out, getting desperate now. "Everything WE'VE built together?! All of it!?!?"

"YES!!!" Ozzie shouted back, the very palace around him shaking, the Sins flames flaring up. "I'd give it all up for Him!"

Niko stood there, peering at the floor, the Imps shoulders slumping.

The Imp stood there, mind rushing with a million thoughts a second.

"Everything. . . ?" He asked softly.

The imp pulled up his phone, his lockscreen probably the best picture he'd ever taken.

It was their first major product launch, Niko still had the bags under his eyes from his almost week long work haul. But he fucking did it, him and Ozzie taking a victory selfie.

He was younger, still green, and giddy as fuck at being so close to Asmodeus.

He can still remember how surreal it had been.

Him, some nobody Imp managed to catch the eye of his Idol, and was working directly for him.

'. . . Everything. . .'

Niko's gaze moved from his phone onto his coat sleeve.

It was a finely made thing, actually being a simpler version of Ozzie's own Lustrous threads, though obviously far smaller.

After a moment he slid it off.

He held that thing like it were unholy.

Asmodeus had gotten it for him when he'd achieved his official 'Number 1 Helper Role' Niko was deathly protective of it, treating the thing like a member of the royal family, never taking it of.

Literally.

Asmodeus actually ended up getting him a second one just so he could interchange them while he washed one.

But now, holding the thing, he felt... Nothing.

"Everything." He spoke, just loud enough to be heard.

Niko, swallowing the lump in his throat, wiped his eyes, perching his lips as he cleared his throat.

"I... I'm sorry sir, but consider this my resignation." He spoke, voice slightly shaken, the Imp placing the coat on the floor.

Looking up at the man he finished, barely keeping his composure.

"Goodbye, O-... Goodbye Sir. And good luck."

With that he walked away, wiping his eyes as he left the building.

"W-Wait! Niko, hold on a second!" Asmodeus called, a sombre realisation crossing the Sins face.

Fizzarolli, seeing Ozzie's reaction, the man freaking out.

The Sin wearing his, 'oh I've really fucked up now' face.

Fizz, not wanting to see his love in such a state sighed.

Leaning in he kissed the Sin on the cheek, telling him simply. "Why dont you go ahead and get the bed ready babe, I'll go talk to him."

He said, zipping out of the man's arms. Ozzie went to argue but Fizz was already at the door before he could say anything.

Fizz didn't really know Niko, like, hed met him, and was something of a second in command to Ozzie, but he'd never really held a conversation with the Imp. Though that's probably more his fault then Niko's.

Stepping outside, Fizz found Niko sat at the bottom of the huge set of stairs that made up the front of the building.

Zipping his way down, he pulled up a seat besides the Imp.

Upon noticing the Former clown pull up besides him Niko quickly wiped his eyes, the man trying to hide the way he was sniffling as he cleared his throat.

There were several seconds of awkward silence before Niko finally spoke.

"What do you want?"

Fizz, a little taken aback by his bluntness, he was usually so calm and friendly, at least when speaking to Ozzie. Damn...

After a moment Fizz chuckled awkwardly.

"I uh, wanted to make sure you were okay?" He more asked then stated.

Niko gave hime a 'WTF' face, looking him up and down.

"Why?" Niko asked bluntly. "Why would you give a shit about me?"

Fizz chuckled, internally asking himself the same question.

"Well honestly, I don't." He hummed, Niko glaring at him. "It's Ozzie that gives a shit."

"HA!" Niko barked, the man laughing to himself. "Yeah, whatever you say."

"Didn't Care?!?!"

Fizz frowned, rolling his eyes, before beginning snidely. "Well, if you'd bother to stick around, you might have seen his reaction. He was pretty torn up by you just up and quitting... Not that you seem to care." He grumbled the last part, looking away from the man.

Fizz froze as a viciously snarl filled the air, the Imp freezing as he looked over to a now very pissed off Niko.

He practically snarled, the Imp standing up, looming over him. "I don't fucking care?!?!?"

"Do you have any idea how hard I've worked for him?!" He growled, standing over Fizzarolli. "Do you have any idea what I fucking do in a day! A single day, just so he can enjoy himself! How many trips I have to make across this accursed Ring to get everything just as he likes it!"

"A job thats only gotten harder sinc YOU came around by the way! Who the fuck need 49 cans of whipped cream at 3 in the Lucifer damned morning!? And I know it's you who ordered it cause Ozzie asks for that shit, in advance!"

He was royally pissed now, Fizzarolli cringing under the Imps scrutiny.

"I've dedicated my life to that fucking man... spent years, Decades! Dedicated to him, helping him! Helping him keep all this!" He gestured to the exorbitant palace that was Asmodeus' main hub, the place Niko had worked at for the past 2 decades. "Up and running, bringing it into the modern age!"

He huffed and puffed for a second before Slumping, the man sitting down again, head in his hands.

"I helped him keep this shit in line. Kept it relevent and up to code, helped him keep his status and influence. All of it..."

Several seconds of awkward silence rang out before Niko piped up with.

"Everything... do you have any idea what it's like to hear someone you dedicated your life too say they'd give up everything you've done for them..." Niko looked at him. "For someone else?"

Fizzarolli stared at him for a minute, really taken aback.

". . . Damn..." he sighed. He had to admit, that really would suck.

Niko actually laughed at that, the Imp wiping his eyes.

"You know, I started in the R&D department, an engineer." He hummed, smiling softly. "I was this scrawny little thing, some self taught nerd that managed to land a job working Asmodeus. I don't know how but, I caught Asmodeus' eye and next thing you know, I'm doing things for him. Working on his special projects, it was incredible."

The Imp spoke warmly, sighing as he rested his head in his hands.

"When he needed something done, he'd come to me. ME! Of all Imps. Trusting me to handle the things nobody else could."

He was smiling now, the Imp shaking his head.

"Ozzie was different back then. More... arrogant." Niko mused, thinking back on those days. "Partying, the man up at all hours. And the fucking 'Spurs of Inspiration' sparking his Brilliant ideas!"

"Next thing I know, I'm his 'Number one Hell-per'." He laughed at that, the sort of laugh that left Fizz feeling like he was missing the joke.

"Sorry, inside joke." Niko chuckled, the Imp glad to see the man annoyed. And admittedly it made Niko feel good.

He had something over the jester.

Niko chuckled, wiping his face. "He was going through one of his fazes... which, admittedly, was what I thought you were in the beginning." Niko finished, giving him the side eye.

Fizz scowled at that, the man glaring right back, the Robo-Imp starting to regret his desicion to come out here.

"But sure enough you stuck around..."

Niko stared at the ground, before sighing.

"And now he loves you."

Fizz stared at the Imp for several moments, neither of them saying anything as Niko sighed, the Imp slumping back and staring into the Lust city smog, lights and the occasional firework filling the sky.

"You know what the worst part is. Really, the worst part of all of this is."

He asked to no one in particular.

". . . I was in Love."

He sounded sombre, the Imp staring calmly into the sky.

"It was a few years into our professional relationship, when i started working directly for him. I fell in love. He was... everything. Everything I could want."

He smiled, a fond little smile as he remembered those days.

"He was sweet and smart, he consumed my thoughts, it took me a long time to realise that it was love. As in, a Loooong time, but sure enough, there I was. In love."

He chuckled, a happy grin crossing his face as he sighed, the man slumping against his knees.

"I told Oz-... Asmodeus. Ya know what he said?"

The man now directing his gaze to the clown, a questioning cock to his brow.

Fizz didn't say anything but Niko continued anyway.

"He told me, 'love is commitment. Dedication. Love is restraint, and the only restraints allowed on Lust are leather'." The Imps smile faded, the Imp pulling his knees to his chest.

But it was a significant he saw the hint of a tear in his eye, that he came to his realisation.

"Holy fuck... You love Ozzie, don't you?"

Biko froze, eyes widening just a hair before he cleared his throat.

"I don't know what your talking about."

It was Fizzarollis turn to laugh, the Clown fiddling with his torn shirt, laying back with a cocktail smile.

"Trust me buddy, I've lived through that bullshit once. You can lie to yourself, but I can see right through that bullshit~"

Niko sat there, tense for several minutes before he sighed, slumping over his knees.

Fizz smiled softly, adjusting his seating, scooting towards the man a little before telling him.

"So what, not like it matters anymore." Niko finished, perhaps a little too salty.

"You should just tell him, you know. You might be surprised."

At that Niko laughed.

He laughed a long, cold laugh, Nikos laugh growing harder and more exhausted.

The Imp slumped back, the man wiping his eyes as he sighed.

". . . You fucking would say that, wouldn't you." He chuckled, the man rubbing his face as he looked at him, Niko giving him a cold stare. "We're not all as lucky as you, ya know.

Fizz drew himself back, shocked, before he scoffed, the Former Clown scoffing.

"Oh, so your one of them, aren't you?"

Niko raised a brow, asking coarsely.

"The fuck does that mean?"

Fizz scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh you know, the 'I paid my life savings to you so you owe me your asshole virginity and your first born!' Kinda asshole!" The Imp practically sneered, having far too much of that for one day.

What he didn't expect was for Niko to disappear, only to suddenly be standing over him, hands gripping his ornate collar, a fire in his eyes as he stared down at him.

"How. Fucking. Dare. you!"

He sneered, scowl growing fierce as he slammed the Imp back, Niko standing over him as he gripped his collar tight.

"I served him for years. YEARS!!! I never asked for any more then he was willing to give! And after Decades! NEARLY 20 FUCKING YEARS!!! HE GIVES IT ALL UP FOR WHAT?!"

He was scowling, breathing heavy as he threw him to the floor, the Imp breathing heavy, his eyes stinging as he rubbed a hand to his eyes.

"I dedicated my fucking life to him and who does he choose... some fucking clown..." he finished dejectedly, the Imp stumbled back as he looked away.

"He couldn't even be honest to me..."

The Imp stumbled back, the Imp falling to his ass a few steps besides the former Clown.

"I never asked for more then he could give. I gave him everything I had and more... I never expected praise, or riches. I was happy with what we had... with the connection we shared... Buy if I'd thought for a second. For a FUCKING SECOND! That confessing to him would mean anything, I would have..."

The man looked up at Fizz, tears in his eyes.

"I never expected anything but the truth... and even that was too much..."

The Imp pulled himself together, the man standing up as he rubbed his face, the man furiously wiping the tears from his eyes.

"I'm done, Fizz!" He gasped, breathe coming in quickly and shuddering. "You win! Your the best man!"

The Imp turned, staring out at the city.

"And I'm... Not enough..."

He sighed, slumping forwards, the man utterly dejected.

Fizz took a minute to recover, but fixing his attire, the Imp stood up, reaching out he placed a hand on Nikos shoulder, telling him softly.

"Come inside... We can talk about this." He bagan almost pleading. "Ozzie... he'll understand."

Niko shrugged him off, the man releasing a heavy sigh.

"Maybe... maybe he would."

Niko hummed, before sighing, the Imp rubbing his face, before turned looking at the Imp over his shoulder.

Niko stared at him for several mioment before he wiped eyes, the Imp turning to him, his face stone.

"Maybe he would, but I... I just can't.... I'd rather work a dead end, no lifer jobs then spend another minute working for the man I love..." Niko paused, realising this was the first time he'd ever actually said the words aloud.

"I'd rather work a dead end job with no future then continue working for someone I love, knowing full well I'll never be able to be with them. Knowing I... I lost."

Niko fixed his shirt, the man checking his cufflinks, the small metal pieces another gift from Asmodeus, the man's crest emblazoned on his cufflinks.

With a heavy sigh, he stood up straight, the man peering out at the glistening light lights of the city.

"I'm done Fizzarolli... I concede, not like i have any right too. Tell Ozzie, I'm... Sorry. But I'm done. I... can't take it anymore..."

The man slid the cufflinks from his wrists, the Imp looking up before he sighed, the Imp dropping the pieces of metal to the floor, each hitting the floor with a metallic ting.

"Goodbye. Tell him goodbye for me, won't you?"

He asked softly, glancing at him once more before he turned back, the Imp walking off, the man stepping off of the buildings steps, the man disappearing in the cities glitter and glam.

Fizzarolli sat there for a minute, unsure what to say... what to think.

Catching the glint off of something, the Imp shot his arm out and grabbed the glittering spot.

Bringing it back, he found your cufflink,the gentle insignia of Asmodeus glittering back at him.

Fizzarolli sat there for a long time, staring at that cufflink.

He reflected on how similar the two were.

And in a sad sort of way, he was right.

He did win. And while he felt a pang of sadness for the man, seeing him lose. Even if he wasn't in the running, the man should have at least had an honest chance to tell Ozzie how he felt.

He didn't regret it. He had the man he loved and nothing would change that.

"Good luck Niko..."

He spoke softly, the Imp getting and heading back inside, the man determined not to leave his love alone for a minute longer.

Hey Hey Y'all, sorry for not posting lately.

With this piece I kinda wanted to make an inverse of the creepy dude who stalked Fizzarolli in thr latest episode, with the man's feelings more genuine, yet it kinda being muddled, but hey, let me know what ya think. Was Niko an asshole? Was Ozzie the ass? Is Fizz a damn good character? (Spoiler: He is.)

But yeah, hope you enjoy it, and I'll try and put more content out there. Bye Bye.

#helluva boss #headcanon #helluva boss headcanon #x reader #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss ozzie #oc

[kairiscorner]

any haikyuu serious/stoic character with a gyaru gf that's outgoing but easily flustered and they just started dating 💗 pleeaasee!!!

omg. i am so tempted to make more of these, BC I CAN ALSO IMAGINE THIS FOR LIKE, SO MANY OTHER CHARACTERS I CAN'TTTTTTTTTT I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH, AND I HOPE YOU DO, TOO 💓💓💓

his girl. (part 3)

summary: looks can certainly be deceiving, but he's not with you for how you look—he's completely smitten for how adorable and lovable you are as a person, as his girl.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ hajime iwaizumi

he had never, never in the three years that he's been your schoolmate, seen you around campus with your pretty and bold clothes, with your striking hair and makeup—with that lovely voice of yours making him go crazy—never had he realized that, beneath your bold exterior, lay a sweet and shy girl that made him fall for you even harder. he had always struggled thinking of how to talk to you, how to approach you and ask you out on a date. when he finally mustered the courage to do so (after being threatened by oikawa that if he didn't make his move now, he'd get to you first) he realized that you were leagues shier than he could ever be; and that was so fucking cute to him.

now that you two are dating, iwaizumi makes it a point to call you beautiful everyday, not just because it's true and he wants you to feel that it is, but because he loves it when you get all bashful and embarrassed, when you hide behind your tiny hands in an attempt to cover your flustered face. when your make up is off and your hair is down, iwaizumi's heart skips a beat and his face gets all warm and fuzzy.

"oh, shit—i really lucked out in life; my girl's gorgeous." he blurted out subconsciously, his eyes glued on to you as he admired how you look without makeup, when you look the way you naturally do, and just... you being you. he loves every way you look and how you express yourself, and he's more than willing to shut someone who has nothing to say about you up; and for every bad thing you've heard in your life that's been thrown at you for how 'over the top' you look, he combats those words with sweet words that flow like honey of his own, and with gentle kisses to remind you how loved you are, how much he loves you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wakatoshi ushijima

it was hard for ushijima to take his mind off of anything but volleyball, but to work hard to make it to nationals—it used to be pretty hard, but now that you're in his life, ushijima has learned to find some balance in his life. first impressions plagued you both when you two first met; you thought of him as this big, scary, intimidating fellow, and of course he was! standing at 189 centimers and with daring eyes like his, your shyness quintupled when you accidentally bumped into him on your first day. ushijima was also taken in by how you looked for a split second, he originally thought you were one of those popular girls who were spoiled, that you probably thought you were better than ushijima, which was why you never said anything to him when you two bumped into each other. he didn't expect you to apologize, so he let it go—until you parted your lips and let out a soft apology. ushijima would never forget the feeling that rumbled in his chest as this smaller girl, who he thought he would never come to like or have an opinion of, actually apologize to him.

and from then on, after he acknowledged your apology and gave an apology back, you two kept bumping into each other here and there; it was comical, really, tendou kept teasing you two for it, saying you were both star-colliding lovers, or whatever pun he made up for it that got annoying, yet sweet, real quick. when you two realized your feelings for each other, ushijima felt sort of protective over you after you both became official. he had a habit of playing with the ends of your hair involuntarily, just fidgeting with the ends of it, threading it in between his long, thick fingers. he loved it when your small hands would envelope around his fingers to hold his hand on the way home, and he made sure you would always get home safe.

because of tendou and the rest of the team, ushijima had finally learned how to say these words with a smidge of confidence and endless love behind them: "remember... i love you. a lot. stay... safe. and... you're beautiful. i love you." he said in his usual deep, rumbling voice and stoic expression; though you could tell ushijima had to muster all his confidence and put a lot of his heart into that. you got all flustered and smiled, thanking him in stammers and giggles, making the corners of his lips turn up into a slight smile. his gaze was soft and caring, and ushijima wanted nothing more than to have you in his arms before he'd make his way home. that now became his favorite routine, wrapping his big, muscular arms around you, and gently hugging you—holding you close and burying his nose in the crook of your neck as he ends the day with a hug from you, thinking of you subconsciously, wishing silently to himself that tomorrow would hurry up so he could hug you, hold you, and say he loves you again, and again, and again.

#hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #ushijima wakatoshi #wakatoshi ushijima #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x f!reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #wakatoshi x reader #haikyuu wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x you #ushijima x y/n #hq ushijima #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines

[sweet-lover-girl]

Hear me out. Pet play with Abby? Abby just having you sit at her lap, petting you like a dog? Wearing one of the dog colors?? Abby calling you pup nd feeding you lol treats?? Fucking you from behind like ur just a bitch in heat???

WOOF

Holy shit I had to fan myself Anon, as soon as I saw this I started writing shit down✍️ when I tell you I have been writing on this since you sent it this morning, it’s been a ride and I’ve loved every second XD and please, avert your eyes to any lingering mistakes as I’ve read through this so much…

I actually really like pet play, but only some parts of it if that makes any sense. And I know it’s not everyone cup of fancy tea but I do really like it. I did this as a headcanon like format(even though their not really headcanons..) so I hope that’s okay. I also didn't stick to your request like— at all so I'm very sorry for that and this got VERY off track. It's pretty fucking long. But I got so excited to write about this for some reason and I can only hope you like this Anon!

Warning(s):Pet play(obvi), Dom!Abby, Sub!reader, dom/sub dynamics, mean!Abby(shes gets pretty mean in this), reader wears a collar and leash, praising, degrading, very brief mention of reader having timeout, very brief mention of edging, lesbian sex, reverse cowgirl, ass slapping(twice I think), chocking(Abby pulls the leash and so you slightly get chocked up by the collar), Abby forces reader to walk around the room on her hands and knees while leashed, throat fucking(Abby face fucks you, also brief) breath control(?), gagging, and I think that’s it?

Now onto the fun part!

But first, NO FUCKING MINORS!

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💖Now lets make one thing clear first, you and Abby have been dating for like two years before she even finds out about your kink, you’ve had sex PLENTY of times before this so yeah, with that being said we can begin. When Abby first found out about you being into pet play she was very delicate with it actually, starting off slow and steady, not wanting to rush you both straight into it. You both had agreed that you wanna give it a go and so then began the talk about things you liked about it and what you didn’t like as much— not going super into details - because slow and steady. (At this point you and Abby had just wanted to scratch the surface of the kink, a collar and leash and other items like that have yet to even been talked about) After that talk Abby began to gently praise you when you did something good, saying things like,“Good puppy” and “You did so well pup” While patting your head like you were an actual dog. Giving you your favorite snacks as a ‘treat’ to reward you.

💖but if you did something bad she would scold you saying things like,“Naughty pup” or “Naughty dog” -her fave go to scold as you were the most responsive to this(if you really mess up). She would put you in timeout when you acted up, nothing serious because again, slow and steady. But she did make you kneel at her feet with nothing to do, or worse she would send you to the corner to pout for the next ten minutes.

💖So when she had finally found the right collar for you she presented it to you that night when she got home and when you saw it you almost went straight to your puppy like headspace. The collar was black with your favorite color as the threading, and as for the leash. It was a long chain linked metal leash that was pretty heavy.(I don’t know if you can actually use those kinds of leashes for pet play, I just feel like it would hurt your neck so much, but for this I’m using it because I think it’s hot..)The collar has a dog bone shaped tag that says,”Property of Abigail Anderson(in the modern AU, in the OG story she just finds a tag that says puppy on it.) Your breathing picked up a little as your cunt warmed, and she hasn’t even said anything yet— just had the collar and metal leash clenched in her hand. Abby immediately saw your demeanor change and she slowly walked up to you with a soft smile asking quietly,“You wanna be my good girl?” in a voice two octaves lower the usual. Her fingers tilting your head up by your chin, Abby saw your pupils were blown wide and that made her grin slyly. her own cunt throbbing at the thought of you being leashed up and kneeling and her hand holding the lead. You nod quickly with a quite whimper, to which she coos at quietly and leans down to kiss your lips fiercely and hot. She pulls away when she feels you wiggle up against her, trying to grind your pantie covered pussy against her clothed thigh. She chuckles at your eagerness,”You’re so fucking cute.” She whispers. And as much as she was loving how ready you were for this, she needed to hear you say you actually wanted it,”I need you to use your words babygirl. Do you want this?” She looked you deep in the eyes as she held your chin. It takes you a few seconds to answer as you were falling into the puppy mindset of yours, but when her grip got just a bit tighter you answered,”Please Abby? Please, I want this so bad.”

💖Of course after that you and her had a looong talk about limits and hard yes’s and no’s, what you both like and didn’t like(in-depth this time)Even a safe word and signals (I also feel like Abby would use the stop light system) she didn’t put your collar on you that night though, which lowkey broke your heart BUT she did that for a reason, she wanted it to be special, trust me, she was eager to break in your collar as well ;) (Also, Abby thinks every moment with you was special— but this was something you were really excited for so she wanted it to be perfect…Okaaay and because she thought you were so fucking cute while pouting, and she loves to edge you so it worked out well in her mind.) Abby had worked on the perfect night for the two of you. You both had gotten home after a long day, both of you showering together(Abby fucking you in the shower and making you cum twice, once by her fingers - she had you pinned between her looming form and the cooled tiled wall and then she once again had you pinned to the wall, but this time with one of your legs thrown over her broad shoulder so she could eat you out while she fingered you.)

💖Abby then made you ride her cock with your back was facing her so she could pull on the metal chain linked to your collar, making your back arch beautifully when she decided to pull on the leash.(she’s also wearing cargo pants with the fly undo for her strap to fit through and combat boots, plus her top half is bare so yes her tits are free and bouncing with every thrust and you are bare naked, nothing but your collar on, I just felt that was important) One of Abby’s hands were on your hip, squeezing the plush skin there while her other hand had the chain wrapped around her thick veiny forearm. Your hands placed on her muscular thighs, your nails digging little crescent shapes into the soft skin making Abby grunts with the sweet pain. Her well placed thrusts were making you mewl out her name in broken cries, the collar digging into your neck slightly, cutting off some sound coming from you. And you best believe if you even faltered she would scolded you immediately saying shit like,”Naughty fucking dog, making me do all the work.” under her breath as she pulled on the chain - making you yelp as your forced to arch your back. Abby leans forward keeping the leash taunt as she whispers sharply in your ear,”You gonna be lazy puppy? Huh? No, not you. Because you’re my good girl, right?,” you nod your head quickly.”Hmm, that’s what I thought, keep fucking ridding.” With a slap to your ass cheek.

💖She then walked you around the room on your hands and knees with your cum dripping down your inner thighs. She didn’t make you do it for long because the floor was hard and she didn’t want to actually hurt you, but she did it for about two-three minutes— just long enough to get you ready for round two. The buckles on her combat boots jingling with every step she took, the metal chain leash she held onto clinked against itself as it was still wrapped around her forearm. Once she saw you were trembling with your back arched and your belly towards the floor (bad posture) and your thighs trying to squeeze together in search for friction on your clit she clicked her tongue and pulled on your leash, making the leather collar dig into your neck. You immediately stop moving and straighten your back, tilting your head back down so your spine was straight. She hummed and kept walking you, but not even a few seconds later she felt you lag behind as you were rubbing your thighs together again. Abby sighed and stopped walking and stood in front of you, you stopped moving and kept your head down. Abby stood over you, her shadow casting long across your body, and it almost startled you when she bent down from the waist and smacked your ass cheek while barking,”Bad girl.” you yelp and tuck your bottom to stop her from spanking you again. Abby stands back up and stared at the top of your head as you kept your gaze locked on the floor. She then thought about how you could make it up to her though.

💖“Sit up.” Abby demanded and you follow, sitting down with you ass planted on your feet, your hands on your lap and your back straight— having yet to look at her still as she trained you to wait until she said you could and so you waited for that command. Abby let the heavy metal leash unravel down from her forearm and it slid into her grasp gracefully. She then grabs the zipper of her pants and opens her fly so her cock was out and bobbing right in front of your face. She tilts your chin up and she looks down at you from the length of her nose,”You’re gonna clean up your mess puppy, not a spot missed. Got it?” You bite your lip and nod. Leaning forward to place a tender kiss on the tip of her cock, you then stick your tongue out and lick down the shaft, tasting yourself faintly. You were going slow and Abby didn’t like that so she wrapped the chain leash around the back of your neck to pull you forward so you were forced to take her cock all the way down your throat despite your harsh gagging, your face flush with her hips. “You’re not gonna waste my time puppy, I told you to do something now fucking do it.” She growled. You whimper loudly and squeezed your thighs together, clenching your eyes shut as tears fall down your cheeks. Abby holds you down on her cock for a few more solid seconds before she lets you up to breathe. She chuckles as you take big inhales of air and she then kneels down on one leg to gripped your cheeks making your lips purse slightly, your breaths heavy and deep as she tilted your head up all the way toward the ceiling as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.”Oh we’re not even close to being down baby girl, we have a long night ahead of us.” She gave you a sinister grin once she leaned back.

💖And last but not least (because this is getting waaay to long) Of course she does the best after care ever! She first makes sure you are hydrated, so you’re drinking some fucking water even if you don’t want to. She will then clean you up with a warm rag and then gets you dressed into one of her shirts and a pair of your panties. If your hungry she will get you your favorite snack as a treat or if you want something specific cooked she’ll do that too! While you are eating she’s cleans up the bed, picking up toys and a wet towel you came on. Changing the bed sheets and placing new ones on. If you don’t wanna be alone while she does this you are more then welcome to join her in the room and watch, she will have you sit on your “doggy bed” a soft plush mat that she got you for your afternoon naps(it’s the size of a twin size bed with a soft kneaded blanket and one of her pillows, and that’s if you even like shit like that, if you don’t then ignore this part XD) once you finish eating she’ll pick you up and go to the bathroom so you can pee, brush your teeth and wash your face. After that, dream city! You are passed smooth out and Abby will quietly giggle and kiss your forehead while whispering,”Sweet dreams my precious, beautiful puppy.”

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OH MY GOOOOOD I LOVE HER

I honestly need Abby to treat me like this ><

Anyways, I love y’all!☺️💖

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Hi there Bug! May I request one where Eddie and FemReader are in a committed relationship and Eddie’s breeding kink has been full on big time in overdrive because he really wants a kid and the more sex the better! Plus it’s around the holidays and they keep looking at baby stuff and Santa stuff etc which for some reason is making it worse But femreader finds out she can’t have any kids for whatever reason and is convinced Eddie will leave her because of it so heartbreakingly she tells him what’s going on and tells him if he wants to go and be with someone who can give him kids she would understand? Not being able to have kids myself and giving away little things I had gotten for the someday that never will come made me think of this one. (And No, I am not sad anymore about it- it just lets me help care for the little lost sheepies who don’t have anyone really. ) Thank you 💖

I hope I did your request justice. Thank you, from a little lost sheepie, for looking out for us 💚

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), breeding kink, infertility, mentions of abortion, angst, hurt/comfort

WC: 3.1k

Dividers from @firefly-graphics

The First Christmas 

The Starcourt Mall around Christmas time was always a nightmare, packed wall-to-wall with busy, irritated shoppers. You were one of them; your husband was too busy pointing out every item he wanted to notice your misery. 

“Babe, check out that leather jacket!”

“That notebook with the dragon on the front would be perfect for writing lyrics.”

“Holy shit! A collector’s edition of the new Metallica album!”

After years of dating and a few more being married, you’ve gotten pretty good at ignoring him when you need to. But when he drags you towards his next find, you can’t help but pay attention. 

“Maybe we could get this?” It’s a thick, hardbound book of lullabies and bedtime stories. Drawings of barnyard animals adorn the cover. Eddie runs his forefinger over it gently, caressing it while deep in thought.

“Don’t you think it’s a little below your reading level?” you tease, threading your fingers through his free ones. 

Eddie gives you a wanting look, deep brown eyes meeting yours. His expression is completely sincere. “I want a baby,” he states plainly, as though he’s simply asking for a bag of potato chips at the grocery store.

“Okay, Eds,” you snort, rolling your eyes. “Maybe Santa will leave one under the tree for you this year.”

“I’m serious.”

You sigh, tucking his hair behind his ear. “Can we have this discussion, like, not in the middle of the mall?” you whisper.

“Is that a ‘yes’?” he asks, unable to disguise the excitement in his voice. A hopeful grin stretches across his face.

“It’s a ‘maybe,’” you tell him, but there’s already a buzzing feeling in your stomach. You’ve been waiting for him to bring up the subject of kids. Of the two of you, he had been the most resistant to parenthood. It wasn’t an issue of liking or disliking children; Eddie had plenty of experience being a babysitter (well, co-babysitter with Steve Harrington) to his gaggle of misfits during his high school years. The problem was Eddie’s confidence in himself to be a good parent. No matter how many times you reassured him that he wouldn’t be like his own dad, or that your kid would absolutely adore him, he’d remained hesitant.

But now here he is, in a Borders bookstore, damn near begging you for a baby.

Eddie refrains from talking about it for the remainder of your shopping trip, save for when you passed by Santa’s Workshop. He’d taken one look at the kids running around joyfully and murmured, “that could be us with Baby Munson next year.”

The moment you close the car door, Eddie looks at you, beaming. “So,” he starts, rubbing your thigh, “can we talk now?”

“Since when are you ready for a baby?” you question, glancing over your shoulder as you pull out from the parking spot. “I’m not complaining, but I don’t wanna get my hopes up just for you to change your mind.”

Your husband pauses before he speaks; you know from experience that this is a rare occurrence. “This might sound dumb,” he chews on a fingernail while he speaks, “but when I saw that book, I could just picture reading it to a little baby. Our little baby,” he amends. “And I’m still scared, but I–I think I can do this. With you. Feel like I can do anything with you, sweetheart.”

“So, when do you want to start trying?” you ask coyly, though you have an idea of how he will respond.

“As soon as we get home,” he affirms, and you laugh at his intensity and at your correct prediction. “If it wouldn’t cause a wreck, I’d start right fuckin’ now.”

You grip his left hand with your right. “We’re really gonna do this?” 

He squeezes your hand back, and there’s a slight tremble to it. “Let’s start our little metal family.”

As soon as you get through the door of your apartment, Eddie is weaving his hands through your hair and kisses you deeply. 

“Eds, the presents,” you manage, but he just drops them by the couch before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. 

“Don’t care about ‘em,” he mutters, plopping you on the bed with a gentle thump. “Just need you.” His tongue parts your lips as he climbs on top of you, knee nudging against your sex through your jeans. “You have no fuckin’ idea how badly I need you.” 

You trace your fingers over the obvious bulge straining against his zipper. “I think I have a clue,” you murmur, giggling when he moans at your touch. “Sensitive, are we?”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says, pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra, “you just gave me permission to give you a baby. What did you expect?”

You press your lips to his exposed collarbone before undressing him. “Want your baby, Eddie,” you whisper into his skin. Your fingers toy with his belt buckle and pants button until they’re both undone. 

His strong hands slide beneath your panties; you can feel him grin as he glides his fingers along your folds. “Y’got this wet thinkin’ about me filling you up?” he teases, and you can only nod your response. “Ready for me to cum in you over and over until you’re pregnant with my baby?”

“P-Please,” you stammer, and in an instant, you’re taking him in. His thick cock stretches you in a familiar way. You hiss at the pressure, his thrusts speeding up as he lets himself get deeper inside you. 

“You’re s’fuckin’ gorgeous, babe,” Eddie muses. “Can’t wait to see how beautiful you look, all round ‘cause you’re having my kid.” He gives you an incredulous look. “I just remembered—your tits are gonna get huge, fuck.” As if to emphasize his point, he sucks a bruise just below your left nipple. 

You whimper as he grows even harder, tip rutting against your g-spot and pushing you towards your own release. “Gonna cum,” you choke out. You clench around him as you finish, crying out his name while digging your nails into his back. 

“Good girl,” he praises you, which only turns you on more. “I c-can’t hold out; y’feel too good.” He spills into you with a groan, using his softening length to push everything in. “Gotta make sure it takes, y’know?” He kisses your cheek as you both come down from the high. 

“If it doesn’t, we just get to keep trying,” you smile, catching your breath. At the time, it doesn’t seem like a bad thing. 

The Second Christmas

You didn’t get pregnant that first month. Unsurprising; it rarely happened that quickly. You were disappointed when your period came, but you and Eddie had no problem having copious amounts of sex. 

But after ten months without success, you decided to consult a doctor. “Maybe there’s, like, medicine I can take to help,” you’d told Eddie before you left. Still, a bad feeling gnawed at your insides as you’d said it; a feeling that was only confirmed by the doctor’s news. 

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Munson,” she’d said. “It looks like you don’t have any viable eggs.” 

She’d droned on about genetic issues, but your head was swimming. It all boiled down to one outcome: infertility. Not giving Eddie the baby he wanted so badly. Not becoming a mom. 

You’d practically collapsed into his arms when you came home, apologizing profusely without offering context. 

“Baby, baby, what happened?” His own eyes filled with tears, as they often did when you’d cry. “What did the doctor say?”

After slowing your sobs, you’d repeated what you’d been told. “‘M so sorry,” you choked out. “I understand if you don’t wanna be with me…if you wanna be with someone who can get pregnant.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not,” he shook his head, pulling you to his chest for a tight hug. “No, baby. ‘S only you. We can…we’ll figure something out.” A tear slipped down his cheek, though he’d tried to wipe it away before you noticed. “Maybe we were meant to look out for our little sheep, rather than have ones of our own.” But he didn’t believe it, not really. 

And now it’s Christmas again. You pulled on a red sweater dress and ran a comb through your hair. The platter of cookies you’d made yesterday was wrapped and ready to bring to Nancy and Jonathan’s house. 

“Eds? Good to go?” you call out, frowning when you don’t get a response. “Hello?” You pad out into the living room, finding him standing in front of your bookcase, looking forlornly at the book of nursery rhymes he’d bought this time last year. 

“Sorry,” he clears his throat and blinks his red-rimmed eyes. “I was kinda hopin’ for a Christmas miracle.”

“Me, too,” you admit, wrapping your arms around him. You could stay like this forever, safe in his grasp. 

“Y’gonna be okay today?” Eddie asks, offering a weak smile. “With, y’know…”

You knew. It has been on your mind every day since Thanksgiving. All of Eddie’s little sheep, now in their senior year of college, were back in Hawkins for the holiday. Everyone was chattering about career plans and graduation vacations. Well, everyone except for Max. 

“You all right?” you’d asked her, concern written all over your face. 

She’d quickly dragged you into the other room, away from everyone else. “Please don’t be mad at me,” she’d begged. 

“Max, you’re like my little sister. Even if I got mad at you, I can’t stay mad at you for long.” You gave her a smile, but it faltered at her words. 

“I’m pregnant,” Max blurted out. “I-I hooked up with someone when I first got back to school because I was really upset about breaking up with Lucas, and I was stupid and—and now I’m pregnant. And I was afraid to tell you because I know you…” she trailed off, not needing to finish her sentence. “I understand if you hate me.”

You were stunned into silence. “I don’t hate you,” you whispered. She barreled into you for a hug as you asked, “do you know what you wanna do?”

Max looked up at you with misted eyes. “I waited too long for an abortion,” she explained sheepishly. “Guess I was kinda in denial.”

You’d nodded, knowing all too well how easily it was to ignore the obvious. “Whatever choice you make, I know it’ll be the right one.”

That night, you’d curled up into Eddie’s chest and cried. Cried for Max, facing a daunting decision. Cried for you, trying so hard to have a baby with no success. Cried for the situation, that some people could get exactly what other people want, even when they don’t want it themselves. 

You knew you’d be seeing Max again on Christmas, and now that day has arrived. It would be hard to look at her little bump, but she needed you now more than ever. You could suck it up for a few hours. 

“How’re you feeling?” you ask her, attempting a genuine smile. 

“Better now that I’m in the second trimester,” she started. “Not as nauseous.”

You swallow a lump in your throat. You’d risk nausea every day for the rest of your life if it meant having a baby, but you push on. “I’m glad to hear it.”

“Can I…can I talk to you and Eddie for a sec?” Her eyes flit between the two of you. “It’s important.”

You wave Eddie over, who’s listening to Steve ramble about a new car he’s thinking of buying. He nods at you gratefully. “What’s up?”

“Max has something to tell us,” you say, and his face blanches. Sometimes you forget how your infertility also impacts him; seeing Max pregnant wasn’t easy for Eddie, either. 

“Sh-sure, yeah,” he mumbles, and the three of you duck into the guest bedroom. 

“I’ve been thinking. A lot.” Max fidgets, tugging on a strand of her red hair. “And I realized that, as much as I already love this baby, I’m not ready to be a parent.” She takes a deep breath and blinks back tears. “But you two are.”

You sit forward. “Max, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying—well, asking, really—if you would maybe think about adopting it.” She finally allows her eyes to meet yours. 

“Oh my God,” you manage, grabbing her hand. “Are you serious?”

She nods. “I want to be a forensic psychologist. Help solve crimes and keep people safe. But I know I can’t do that if I have a baby. At least, not right now,” she adds. “But I was really anxious about placing him or her for adoption with random strangers. Maybe it sounds silly, because I wouldn’t be the one raising the kid, but I couldn’t stop worrying about it.

“And then after I talked to you on Thanksgiving, I felt a little better. I didn’t have an answer yet, but just…just talking to you made me feel better. And I realized that whenever life got tough for me, I turned to you guys.” She gives you and Eddie a small smile. “And it was, like, why didn’t I think of this before? You’d be the best parents. You’ve already had plenty of practice with all of us.”

Eddie looks at you, slack-jawed. “You would do that for us?” he asks Max. “You really want us to adopt the baby?”

“Absolutely,” she confirms. “I know we have to get lawyers and all that stuff—”

“We’d cover that,” you jump in. “And we can help with doctor’s appointments, too.”

Max pulls you both in for a hug. “I’m still scared,” she admits, “but this makes it a little less scary.” 

It’ll be a long road ahead, you know this for sure, but the three of you take a collective sigh of relief. Maybe you and Eddie have gotten your Christmas miracle after all. 

The Third Christmas

“Nance, where do you want the green beans?” you call over your shoulder as you pull the casserole from the oven. 

“You can put them on the table; should be space for them,” she answers, thinly slicing the ham. “I’m almost done with this, and we can sit down to eat.”

Gripping the dish with the oven mitts, you walk into the dining room and place it down. “Dinner’ll be ready soon!” you tell the other guests. 

Hopper flashes you a thumbs-up. “El was just initiating Katie into the adopted daughter’s club,” he murmurs to you. “I heard her saying that they’re both extra special because they were specifically chosen by their parents.”

“She’s not wrong,” you laugh. “Although El’s powers help with that whole ‘extra special’ deal.” You look around the room. “Where are they now?”

“Diaper change,” El says as she passes by. “Eddie took her to Nancy and Jonathan’s room.”

You nod gratefully, walking over and lightly rapping on the door. “Is it safe for Mommy to come in, or is it a toxic waste zone?”

“You’re clear!” Eddie calls back. You hear the diaper bag zip up, accompanied by the sound of baby giggles. “This just in: Katie thinks zippers are the funniest things in the world.”

You bend down and scoop her up in your arms. “That’s only because she hasn’t heard any of your fantastic dad jokes.” Your body fills with warmth when your daughter rests her chubby little cheek on your chest. Your daughter. You still can’t get over it even though she’s nearly seven months old. Max gave birth a week after her graduation, and after fifteen hours of labor, a six pound five ounce Katie Munson was born. Once you found out that Max’s middle name was Katherine, you knew exactly what your baby girl would be called. You’d been worried that you wouldn’t bond since she’d spent the last nine months in a womb that wasn’t yours, but you’d felt an overpowering love from the moment the nurse placed her in your waiting arms.

Watching Eddie get to be a dad was nothing short of amazing. The way he peppers her face with kisses, or wakes up for middle of the night feedings, or picks out her clothes. Sometimes, he juts out his lower lip and holds up a tiny dress, cooing, “I didn’t even know they made clothes this little!”

“Let’s go get some food,” you say to your husband, bouncing Katie on your hip. You walk out of the room just as Max is walking out of the bathroom. Her face lights up when she spots Katie.

“Hi, Katie-girl!” she exclaims, reaching out to hold her. “Can Auntie Max get a hug?” You hand her over, watching Max inhale sharply.

You place your palm on her back. “You okay? If it’s…if it’s too much to see her…”

“No, no,” she reassures you. “I mean, it’s hard, but…I know I made the right decision.” She starts making funny faces at Katie. “Look at you with your red hair! It’s a blessing and a curse.”

“I can’t wait until she’s old enough to understand what her Auntie Max did for her…for us,” Eddie ruffles her hair as though she’s still fifteen years old instead of twenty-two. “We seriously cannot thank you enough, Red. You…you made us a family.”

The four of you are silent, absorbing all the love that flows between you, until Katie starts babbling and sends you all into a fit of laughter. “She says, ‘it’s time to eat!’” you joke.

And after a long day at Nancy and Jonathan’s, you finally arrive home. You try not to wake Katie when you take her out of her carseat, but she stirs and starts to wail. Muttering a swear word under your breath, you try rocking her back to sleep, but she keeps crying.

“C’mere,” Eddie says, lifting her from your arms. “I know what she wants.” He walks over to the bookshelf and plucks the book of nursery rhymes that he'd bought at the mall two years ago. He sits Katie on his lap, a big hand on her pudgy tummy. “Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,” he starts, speaking in singsong, “Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.” He raises his eyebrows and gasps dramatically. “Oh, no! What’s gonna happen to Humpty Dumpty?” You smile as he finishes the rhyme, Katie now fully enthralled in the story. Her cries have completely subsided.

Maybe this wasn’t how you intended to become a mom, but now, you can’t imagine life any other way.

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Japanese QL Corner

ICYMI: There are so many Japanese qls airing weekly, so I’m going to start posting this little round up at the end of each week. All but one of these are on Gaga and I highly recommend watching!

Chaser Game W

Fuyu got a personality transplant this week and I have officially given up on this show being what I hoped it was. Enjoy the mess and the humiliation kink and don't look for consistent writing, logical plot, or deeper themes and you will find some things to enjoy. Like these two beautiful ladies making out a bunch!

Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yara ka

I love this show so much, y'all. This week we got the return of Sakae's selfish chaos ex, Mizuki, and because this is a show by and for adults, this resulted in our leads engaging in some proper communication, clarifying their feelings for each other, and sharing their first kiss by the end of the episode. I loved seeing more of Sakae and Mizuki's dynamic, and I just know if Soga wasn't in the picture Mizuki would already be in with Sakae again. Sakae is a soft touch and Mizuki clearly knows how to play him. But thankfully, Soga has already wormed his way into Sakae's loyal heart, so he was not tempted to waver. And for Soga, who is experiencing a queer awakening via his relationship with Sakae, Mizuki's presence was a much needed jolt to sort out his own feelings and decide he wants to try a relationship despite his concerns about not staying in Osaka long-term. I also loved the way their friends rallied around them to push Sakae and Soga to figure their shit out, and the sauna scenes will never get old.

Perfect Propose

It's official, I have adopted Kai as my child and will be forming a protection squad. This show is striking a good tonal balance of being fairly downbeat and serious, between Kai's past and Hiro's current work/life balance issues, but also uplifting in how their relationship builds. I like that they talk to each other so honestly about what they're feeling for each other, and Kai's quiet confidence that Hiro returns his feelings and just needs to come to terms with it is both hilarious and correct. My favorite thing that happened in this episode was Kai confidently noting all the ways Hiro’s body was responding to him and asking him to “be conscious of it.” Kai wants Hiro to be conscious of Kai’s feelings but also of his own responses, and he’s asking him not to look away from it and pretend he doesn’t know there’s something between them. I love the confidence of that.

And I sympathize with Hiro, as well, because it's not just that he's never considered being with a man before--he also just doesn't feel he has anything to offer to a partner right now given his brutal work situation. His guilt and shame for missing the festival after inviting Kai to go together was real, and you can see that he just can’t fathom having anything to give with the situation he’s in at work right now. The trick will be trusting that Kai can accept those limitations until he’s able to find a better balance, and then actually taking steps to pay attention to what he needs and wants, both in this relationship and in his career. Hiro has not been taking care of himself and it's catching up to him.

Ossan's Love Returns

A downbeat week for this show, and an episode that did not entirely work for me. I liked some of the themes they were exploring in this one, but it was all missing the humor that I've come to rely on and I don't feel that all the story threads pulled together as tightly as they normally do. In particular, my head is inquisitively tilted at the show's decision to make Maki and Haruta's wedding episode feel like such a misery slog, to focus primarily on the tension and strife leading up to the event rather than the joy it should inspire, and then to stay in the melancholy after a small moment of catharsis for our couple (and some season 1 flashbacks) by focusing on the sadness their marriage inspired in their various lonely suitors rather than their own wedded bliss. Seeing a wedding in jbl is a practically unheard of occurrence; a bit more queer joy was in order IMO and its absence was notable. I also thought the swing from Kurosawa beginning to accept a new role in Haruta’s life to suddenly going back to being lovelorn felt abrupt and poorly constructed. It's not that I think these ideas are unfounded given the show's focus on older male characters who feel past their prime for romance, but the execution was not quite right. And of course I am not too keen on the death flagging we got at the end for Kurosawa; I really hope the show will not take this story in a tragic direction for him.

Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna 2

I have still only seen the first four episodes of this; sadly, the next batch is not yet available to me. But soon! In the meantime, let's revisit Nomoto sobbing over a lesbian film. She's just like me fr.

Next week we'll be continuing all of these plus adding My Strawberry Film, the final Drama Shower (go here for an explanation on what that is from @bengiyo) show for the season! I continue to be delighted by this embarrassment of jql riches.

#chaser game w #sukiyanen kedo do yaro ka #perfect propose #ossan's love returns #tsukuritai onna to tabetai onna #she loves to cook and she loves to eat #japanese bl #japanese gl #japanese ql corner #shan shouts into the void

[pasta1238]

Putting on their old gang uniform pt.2

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Characters: Inui, Taiju, Shinichiro, Wakasa, Hanma

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Cussing, Mentions of gang activity, Kissing

Part 1 Part 2

Tokyo Rev Masterlist

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Inui

You and Inui have some of his friends over at your place and you're all sitting around the living room talking. At one point in the conversation, everyone starts to reminisce on their youth and of course, their toman days come up.

"Yep, those were the days." Draken comments.

"There was so much stupid shit we did." Mitsuya laughs.

Chifuyu pulls out some old pictures on his phone and starts showing you all the memories. You see your fiance in some of the pictures and most of which he's wearing his uniform.

"That reminds me." Inui says as he sits up, then leaves the room temporarily. He comes back holding a black jacket. "Look what I found recently." He says as he shows everyone.

"Damnnnn brings back some memories." Hakkai says as he sits back."

"Here love, this was mine back in the day." He says as he turns to you and hands you the jacket. You examine it, tracing your fingers over the golden embroidery.

"This is great Seishu, from the looks of the photos, it really suit you." You say with a smile. Curiously, you turn the jacket over and put it over your shoulders and fit your arms through the sleeves. "It's so comfortable too, even though it's a little big on me." You say with a giggle.

A small blush forms on Inui's face, and he looks away. "It actually looks pretty cute on you." He says

"Ooooo someone's in loveeee." Nahoya teases. With a big smirk. Inui looks at him with a glare, but still fails to hide his blush.

"Leave him alone." Souya says.

Inui sits down next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. "I'm not wrong though, it looks adorable on you." He says with a kiss to the head. "You'd be such a cute little delinquent."

"Gross." Says Pah-chin

Taiju

You were sitting on the couch watching TV and eating popcorn when you heard-

"FUCK!!" Which came from the bedroom. You jump a little and immediately run over to see what's going on.

You turn the corner, and see your husband holding a black jacket while examining the sleeve. "Babe what happened? Are you okay?"

Taiju turns his head and sees you standing at the doorway. "Oh shit. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was moving some things and snagged my old toman captain jacket."

"Oh, well you know I could fix it for you." You offer

"You would? I would really appreciate that. This shit means a lot to me." He says. You go and find some thread and take the jacket from his hands.

After a few minutes, you snip the extra thread. "All done!" You say as you hold out his jacket.

"Thank you babe." He holds the jacket, then gives it back for you to look at. "Mitsuya made this for me, he did a damn good job huh?" You nod as you feel the jacket in your hands and read the golden embroidery. " It's badass, even though it runs a little small on me."

You turn the jacket over to put it over your shoulders, then you fit your arms through the sleeves and stand up to show him. The sleeves are droopy the hem goes all the way down to your thighs. "Are you sure about that? This thing is so big." You say.

"Well, let's consider the fact that you're really small" Taiju says with a laugh

"Well, let's also consider the fact that you're unnaturally huge." You say as you stick out your tongue.

"Come here." He says before he scoops you up in his arms and kisses you all over your neck and face. "If you weren't so cute and tiny in my old jacket, I tickle the ever living shit outta you for giving me your little sass." He says with a grin.

"You wouldn't dare." You say with a smug face. He tries to put on a serious expression, but ultimately fails when you start to give him soft kisses, which of course he couldn't deny.

Shinichiro

Shin was in his garage tuning up a bike as you were in the house planning some mischief. You and your boyfriend like to pull pranks on each other, and now that he's distracted, you've decided it's the perfect opportunity to do so. Carefully you open the garage door, trying not to cause him to turn around too early.

"Babe look!" You shout

He turns his head and sees you standing there wearing his old black dragons trench coat. He doesn't really say anything and you think you're prank failed.

"Damn it, I guess it wasn't very funny." You say defeated.

"You're right." He says as he puts down his cig. He walks over to you. " It's not funny because it's so freaking adorable instead." The unexpected compliment causes you to blush, and you turn your head away to look at the floor. "What, you didn't expect that did you?" You look up at him, still blushing. "Looks like I'm the one that got you huh?"

"Whatever..." You say trying to hide your blush from him. He pulls you to him, and kisses you lightly on the cheek.

"You'd make one adorable partner for me." He says before he tilts your head up and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

"You're so annoyingly cute." You say playfully as you continue to kiss him.

"But you love me." He says with a dumb little smile.

"That, I do."

Wakasa

You and Waka were going on a date. The two of you were waiting for the place to open, so you both were killing time by walking around outside talking. However a few minutes went by, and the sky began to darken. You felt the light rain hit your face, the cold temperature making you shudder a little.

Waka notices you start shivering and takes off his jacket. It's his old Brahman jacket, which he still wears because it's pretty comfortable. He throws it around your shoulders, and lifts the hoodie. To help you warm up, he hugs you close to his body and rests his head on yours. He takes a few moments to look at you, and laughs softly.

"What's so funny?" You look up and ask.

"Nothing." He says and kisses your forehead. "I just noticed you look pretty in my old gang jacket."

You blush at his little compliment. Wakasa wasn't super verbal with those, so it always made your heart flutter when he'd actually give you one. "You really think so?" You ask

"Mhm." He responds. "I'd totally think you're a member of Brahman. It suits you well." He pauses to give you a smile. "The sleeves are a little too long and the bottom makes you look like you're wearing a dress, but it makes you all the more adorable."

"Well I've always thought you looked really good in this jacket anyways." You say

"Is that right?" He asks

You nod and in response, he tilts your head up and gives you a loving kiss and you both stand there, embracing one another as the rain is gently falling.

Hanma

You're laying on your bed scrolling through your phone when you hear your boyfriend come home. "Sorry I took so long baby, some bitch was taking forever at the-" he stops when he sees you.

You look up from your phone. "What?"

He leans against the door frame. "Well well, now what do you think you're wearing?"

You look at him confused. "It's colder than shit so I grabbed a jacket from your dresser so I could be warm."

Hanma walks over to you on the bed and lays next to you. "You're wearing my Valhalla jacket."

You didn't realize you pulled that one out when you did. "Oh shit, my bad." You say as you motion to take it off, but Hanma places his hands over yours, stopping you.

"No, keep it on." He says. "You look fucking badass wearing my jacket. And pretty hot too." He says with a smile.

You grin and pull him in by the neck to kiss him. "I do know how to beat someone's ass pretty well, so I guess it suits me."

He laughs. "If only I'd known you then, we would have made a fucking awesome duo. Beating everyone's ass silly and acting like we own the place."

You laugh. "Shuji, you're crazy. But I like the sound of that."

"Hey now, you're crazy too. Crazy enough to love me." He responds

You look at him in the eyes. "Damn right I am." You pull him towards you to give him another kiss and he holds your body close to him, keeping you warm.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers hcs #inui seishu #inui x reader #taiju shiba #taiju x reader #shinichiro sano #shinichiro x reader #wakasa imaushi #wakasa x reader #hanma shuji #hanma x reader #taiju fluff #inui fluff #wakasa fluff #shinichiro fluff #hanma fluff

[nuclear-w1nter]

Hancock discovered he liked to make Nick laugh. Who wouldn't? Not like it was too hard, at least for him. Most of the commonwealth just assumed that Nick had no sense of humor, or that he never laughed at anything because he worked all the time. While the second was woefully true (Hancock and Nora had been trying for ages to make the synth relax for even a moment, with varying degrees of success and heaping mounts of failure) the first was just an outright lie. Nick had plenty of humour. He just wasn't the greatest at actually telling jokes.

Now, some did land pretty well, particularly the raider—bomb "beep-beep-beep" story, where Nick grinned like a fool every time he retold it, or the snappy comebacks he'd quip at the more bigoted of the Boston area. Other than that it was mostly bad puns, and afterwards Nick would act embarrassed he'd even bothered to tell them. That fact made them much funnier than what they were.

But when Hancock talked to Nick, he was always a little bit surprised at what made the gumshoe laugh. Hancock could tell some good ones, and that usually did a decent job, as it did on almost anybody. But what really got Nick was… for lack of a better word, way dumber than what the commonwealth might've assumed.

"This is the guy I've been looking for," Nick had said to Hancock on the doorstep of Goodneighbour, holding a little Polaroid photo in his metal hand, "You recognize him?"

In the photo, a man with a flannel shirt on, torn and grey, with a pair of jeans that looked utterly destroyed by the threads. His hair was thinning, and he had no shoes on, somehow managing to be entirely barefoot despite the fact that the possibility of stepping on a dirty nail and getting an infection was just as dangerous as a super mutant. Hancock shook his head. "Nah, man, I haven't seen that one around here, think I would recognize a guy who's got his sha-boing-boing's out like that."

Nick had shut his eyes, clasping the fingers of his good hand around the bridge of his nose. At first, he'd just assumed Nick was irritated, or mad, and braced himself for some sort of scolding. This is serious, Hancock, he ran off with stolen goods. Instead what he was met with was the opposite.

A grin cracked on Nick's face, small at first, but the more seconds passed the more it grew, until the hand on his nose went to his lips to try and cover it up. His mechanical shoulders shook just a little, and for the life of him, Hancock thought he heard the detective's fans whirring and sputtering. He was about to ask if Nick was hurt, before he heard the laughing.

It was an odd noise, higher pitched than one might expect and somewhat… garbled at parts? Like the man's voice box couldn't keep up with the pitch, and so to compensate it became warbly and static-like in places. To those who hated synths it might've sounded scary, but to Hancock it just made the man somehow more endearing. As if that were even possible.

"Hancock—" Nick tried to say, almost unable to in the midst of his wheezing and laughter. "I-I've never in my life— heard anyone say some shit like sha—" and then he dissolved into more compulsive fits of laughter, and Hancock was sure he'd seen the detective's cheeks turn as grey as a bruise, apparently his version of a flushed face.

Hancock smiled, lopsided and cocky. "Nicky? Are you serious?" Hancock began to laugh with him. "Of all things I say, sha-boing-boing's is the thing that does it to you?" Nick burst into another fit of giggles as Hancock spoke. Jesus Christ, the man sounded like he was fucking dying, and Hancock started to wheeze with laughter alongside him.

#fallout 4 #nick valentine #fallout #hancock #fallout hancock #their friendship makes me so happy #i think nick laughs at the DUMBEST things ever #make a funny noise or say a funny sounding word and hes trying not to laugh

[moonbeamsandmayhem]

MDNI 18+

a/n: some dom/sub undertones, slight body dysmorphia but eddie is having none of it, fingering - if i missed anything please let me know ;)

You laid back against Eddie’s chest, eyes closing as he kissed and gently nipped at your neck.  He relished in the way your steady breathing would occasionally hitch as he would suckle skin between his lips and teeth, then lath the hot marks with his tongue.  You could feel the ghost of a smirk curling the corners of his mouth.

“Rough day?” he murmured between kisses, lifting his head. He captured your chin with his hand, cupping it gently so he could look you in the eye.

“Mhm.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head.

He ran a calloused thumb over your bottom lip, “Words, babe.”

“No… or at least, not yet.”

“Anything I can do?”  He was looking at you, deep brown eyes searching your gaze, his tone utterly serious.

You held eye contact for a beat, your breath catching again.  “I want to forget for a while…”

Another beat.

”I can help you do that...”  He gives you a devilish smile, all mischief and mayhem.  “You want me in control, hmm?  You want me to fuck your brains out until you can’t cum anymore, babe?  Is that it?”  A kiss.  “Until you’re screaming?”  And another. “No thoughts, just pleasure?”  Before you could even string together a response - he devours you.  

The kiss is frantic and messy and full of heat.  He tastes of fading mint, tobacco, and stolen sips of alcohol combining into an intoxicating array.  You kiss him back with equal fervor, tongue gliding and teasing over him, daring to nip at his lips.  Your hands grip the denim vest and his fingers thread into your hair, tugging just enough to sting.  His eyes flash and you feel a shiver run the length of your spine.

You exhale a shuddering breath, a soft note of desperation in your voice as you break apart, “Yes, Eddie.  Please.”  Your cheeks color.  Your core throbbed, the wetness between your thighs damn near unbearable.

Eddie nods, mission clear.

“You beg so sweetly, doll.  Can’t wait to hear more before the night is out.”  He wets his lips.  “Strip.  And take it slow.  I wanna enjoy the show.”  He presses a last fleeting kiss to your cheek before laying back and lighting a cigarette as you move from his comforting embrace.

You suddenly feel yourself go shy, even after all this time; as if a spotlight had been shone right on you.  No matter how many times you made yourself bare for Eddie Munson, you were acutely self-aware of your body.  The stretch marks that adorned it and any other ‘flaw’ you deemed to nitpick that day.  But Eddie was having none of it, immediately sensing the change in your temperament.  He stamps out the newly lit cigarette and moves to you.

Wordlessly, he helps you lift the shirt up and over your head and then undoes your bra with ease, tossing it aside.  You couldn’t quite meet his eyes and Eddie hums in disapproval.  He grasps your chin tilting your head back to look at him.  “No hiding.”  Rough fingers trace over the stretch marks on your stomach, eliciting a soft whimper from you.  “You’re goddamn gorgeous.”  He leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear, “And you’re all mine.”  His hands work their way up from your waist, back over your stomach, and stopping short, just under the soft, plush, curves of your breasts.

“If I reach down and slip my hand into those pretty panties, are you gonna be soaked?”  His thumb swipes over a nipple, brow lifting inquisitively.

“Y-yes.  All for you.  Every last drop.”  You felt yourself clench around nothing, the anticipation causing you to squirm a little in his grasp.

“Fuck, and that’s just from me talkin’ a little dirty to you?” He let out a soft whistle, hand slipping past the waistband of your skirt, fingertips dancing over the evident dampness.  He coos whispering a sweet nothing then bites down hard on your neck.

The suddenness of it rocks you, sending a jolt to your cunt.  “Holy shit.”

“Language.”  He chastises sucking hard, before attacking the rest of your chest.  His mouth was warm and wicked, leaving marks all along the swell of your breasts that would surely be there for weeks, but Eddie didn’t seem to care.  He pulls your underwear to the side, a lone fingertip dipping passed your lips, running from your entrance all the way to your clit.  He wraps a secure arm around your waist, kissing slowly and sloppily along your jaw.

“Stand here and take it, babe.  I want you to cum just like this, half-naked and desperate and so fucking beautiful, clinging to me like a god damned lifeline.”  Another finger adds itself to the mix and you bury your head against his neck, a string of curses spilling from your lips as he slips both of them inside of you.  He lets them rest there as his thumb draws slow circles around your clit.

“Eddie…” You whine pathetically.

“What?” His lips brushed over your temple; you didn’t have to see his face to know he was grinning like a maniac.  He loved watching you slowly go to pieces.

“Please - please.  I need you.” His fingers curl just so and your knees buckle a little.  

His grip tightens. 

“You have me.”  He laughs breathily as his fingers began to move, lewd, wet, sounds filling the air.  Normally, you would have been embarrassed- mortified, even.  But it was a relief to have him finally give your pussy the attention it needed.  You claw at his still-clothed back, moaning his name, blindly finding his mouth and kissing it messily.  You look at him from beneath your lashes and your breath catches.

Eddie was flush with pale pink, his eyes dark as they stared into yours.  His lips parted in awe, as he found the spot that turned your moans into desperate screams.  His thumb moved faster as he felt your walls begin to flutter against his fingers. “Not yet.  Don’t you fucking dare.”  His thumb and fingers still and you slump against him, trying to reign yourself in.

“E- Eddie? Why? I was s-so close.” You whimper into his shoulder, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.  He ‘shushes’ you softly.

“I know baby, I know.  But it’s too tempting to play on the edge.  To have you begging…” He groans and you can feel the evidence of his own arousal pressing up hard on your thigh which only adds to your longing. 

You both stand there in your bedroom, the sun’s burnt orange light spilling in and washing over you.  You breathe each other in, waiting for your hearts to stop their frantic beat.  Then, and only then, when Eddie was satisfied that your high had nearly ebbed away, did he start to move his fingers again.

He did that four more times; catching you just before your knees gave way, with the promise that the next time he’d let you cum.  But cruelly, he’d just leave you there, teetering on the edge, watching your beautiful eyes shine with tears.  He kisses away the ones that would spill down your cheeks and swallows the moans when it all becomes too much. 

“Cum for me.”  He growled.

His thumb worked overtime, his lips capturing yours as you finally came around his fingers, gushing over them as your walls fluttered and kissed his knuckles.  The white hot pleasure ripped through you mercilessly, taking over every fiber of your being.  You couldn’t think all you could do was submit to absolute abandon.  “Oh God!” 

“No God here, just the devil, sweetheart.”

tagging: @wroteclassicaly

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x you

[absolutebl]

This week in BL - I am all over the place, But Laws of Attraction is Phenomenal af

July 2023 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Laws of Attraction (Thai Sat iQIYI) 1 of 8 - Icky picked it up but it’s not airing for me until Sundays so I held this post specifically to watch and talk about this show. Stars the pair from To Sir With Love with the same production team. IT’S SO GOOD Y’ALL. A morally corrupted trickster lawyer with a tragic past, sad eyes, and a beautiful smile that he uses like a weapon. Meets paladin martial arts instructor from other side of the tracks (who is out, at least to his baby sister). Corrupt police. Spoiled rich kid evil. Ambitious politician. Tragic death. Terrible subs.* This show is very like Manner of Death but so far it is a much better/tighter story. It’s NOT BL but it is fucking phenomenal. And you shoudl watch it. Not wait to binge it. WATCH IT. On a global scale this might be the best thing currently airing featuring gay romantic leads. Its really fucking good. It’s Lawless Lawyer but more complex character motivation and gay af. Fuck yes please and thank you. FINALLY. Triggers for violence, beatings, death & torture depicted on screen. Like MoD they are not holding back.  (* A lot of the familial names they are using are not gendered in Thai but translated as such, like “nephew”. This one is gonna go down a lot easier if you know some Thai.)

Step By Step (Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 12fin - 2 years pass and no one’s hairstyle changes? Srs. Them meeting again = hella AWKWARD. Both still pining & hurt. NO SINGING. The reconciliation scene was great. I enjoyed that on the “do over relationship” they went with phi/pom (instead of the super formal khuns). So cute and so much more relaxed. Also lots of neck kisses! Charming final ep. It’s only flaw being they dropped the side couple, but I wasn’t really into them anyway. Ultimately? This is what Boss & Babe should have been and could we please have Up lead out another BL? I miss him and he only gets prettier. Full review below.

La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 12fin - I adore the tiny little baby GL thread that we almost got. And I wish we had had more of it throughout the show. The side couple turned out to be good too. Emotional crying kisses are my favorite. Sunshine netted himself an earnest serious romantic boy, we likey. As for the main couple? Well... Tai’s search story arc was dull and dragging in a final ep and it felt bloated and slow as a result. It was a good confession reunion with Tai figuring all of his shit out, not surprising but fine. Kind of a a weak final ep. Full review below. 

Hidden Agenda (Thai Sun GMMTV YouTube) ep 1 of 12 - JoonDunk are back and we have all seen this a million times before, but Thailand never executed a successful formula it didn’t want to repeat a million times over, drunk bathroom and everything. Welcome (back) to Thai BL (and back and back and back). Basically they just added glasses, a new 1-shared-brain-cell friendship group, and different uni departments. Ah GMMTV, forever trying to recreate the magic of 2gether. But also I’m enjoying it. I’m a simple person. (Hi Jamie! Still in college since 2018 I see.) Anyone else notice that Chinese phrase that they did not translate for us? Mmm hum. Cute. Still... NO SINGING. 

Low Frequency (Sat iQIYI) ep 2 of 8 - Thames is in coma and getting slagged off on the socials. It’s moving a bit slowly but the premise is interesting despite the poor quality of the execution. 

Dinosaur Love (Sun iQIYI) ep 3 of 8 eps - Major trigger for self harm depicted on screen in part 2/4. I skipped it. Then there is assault and verbal abuse. I told you Ultimate Troop is NOT to be trusted. 

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 2 of 12 - Look, I don’t really mind this show but I also don’t like second hand embarrassment and I sense a metric butt ton incoming.

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 8 of 12 - I was not best pleased with this episode. Ya’ll round the tumblr-sphere seem to be enjoying it but I have officially hit the wall on Kawi. There is not enough booze for me to cope with his shizz. I may be alone in this. But gotta say how I feel... Unlike him. Trash watch here.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Tokyo in April is... AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 8 - Poor Ren, he feels compelled to take on the burden of protecting everyone from sexual assault because he blames himself. And he can’t even talk to his boyfriend about it. Oh fuck me the pair of shoes at the door. And neck kisses? TOO MUCH. Argh. Japan. Why must you hurt so good? 

Stay By My Side (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 3 of 10 eps - It’s a very cute show. All the tropes and archetypes with no fuss or attempts to be clever, just executing them (sometimes over and over again). Even hiccoughs as a result of flirting! I haven’t seen that one in ages. The show feels old fashioned as a result. Nostalgic. I’m good with that. 

Tie The Not (Pinoy YouTube) ep 6 of 8 - Sad boys still sad now drunk. (Noooooo shoes on bed! Argh.) Finally kisses! Also good ones for a large portion of this ep. Plus hair pulling. And verse rep! And after sex convo. Then side dishes have a whole proper gay ax covo about top/bottom. Everyone say thank you Philippines! get down with your queer selves! 

Stupid Genius (Vietnam Fri YouTube) ep 6fin - I believe this was the final episode. It was cute. This is a standard sort of semi-crappy VBL high school drama. Enjoyable in its floppy friendliness, weirdly like a queer after school special promoting education. Dead fish kisses but fine for what it is. 7/10 

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) 2 of 12 eps - Activate cohabitation trope. They okay bfs. Minato not as frustrating this week, but still frustrating for me and Shin. Next week = cute outfits and dumb miscommunication yay!

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 11 of 12 - again it didn’t show up on my dash in time for this. I’ll pop it into next week. 

It’s airing but ...

House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) 12 eps - I bounced at ep 3. Will binge if told it is worth it at end.

Stay (Pinoy YouTube) 7 eps - It’s mostly English & set in LA (shudder) so I’m not bothering.

Stay With Me ... NO I WILL NOT! And you can’t make me.

Ended This Week

Step By Step Series Review  

This was Thailand’s answer to The New Employee, and everything I loved about that show I loved about this one. This was an office romance between stern boss and sweet subordinate that felt more authentic to an office environment than previous Thai BLs of this ilk. And that authenticity added tension to the narrative and character development (how novel). Now that might be because it has western source material, or it might be because it is actually kind of old-fashioned (it’s been years since I worked as an office grunt). I also really enjoyed the brothers’ relationship, and kinda wished they hadn’t attempted (and failed) to give said brother his own side BL. That one flaw made it a 9/10 for me. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.

La Pluie Series Review

This BL takes to task the fated mates trope and what it means to have love chained intimately to predestination. It’s about how faith in destiny before choice diminishes the authenticity of emotion, relationships, and connection. This is a high concept to examine through the lens of a BL. By activating + examining the soulmates trope this show is challenging a foundation of romance: the idea that there is one person meant to be your one romantic partner all your life. This means that we, as viewers, spend much of the show worried about it having a happy ending, and that’s the source of both its brilliance and tension: would the narrative have the strength to truly challenge its own romantic core? But, ultimately, all this elevated complexity was executed in a somewhat shaky manner with the narrative derailing into some serious pacing issues and characters manipulated by miscommunication. However, with good chemistry and decent acting all around, plus some excellent high heat and representation of consent and a few other rare tropes, this one has to (like it’s sibling show My Ride) earn a 9/10. I enjoyed it even as it made me think, so despite its flaws: HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting:  

7/19 Wedding Plan (Thai Wed YouTube & iQIYI)  - It's Mame and she's coming for our GL. She's such a misogynist IMAGINE what we will get with a GL side dish? It's going to be absolute carnage. To crane your neck as you drive by the car wreck or not? That is the question. Me? I'm wallowing in the guts. Trying to decide to trash watch or not... 

7/20 Jun & Jun (Korea Thu Viki) - From 2022 I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT! So excited for this one. 

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

FYI roselle juice is made from hibiscus (a flower) so technically neither a tea nor a juice. (Hidden Agenda)

Tie the Not = all the verse rep this ep. I love this for them. 

The giggling was SO DAMN CUTE (Step by Step, na?) 

We all guessed it but it was still fun. (Stupid Genius) Also miracles of miracles, two actors who actually look like they could be brothers play brothers. 

First time I’ve seen faen translated as significant other. (Laws of Attraction)

THE PAIN! (Tokyo) 

(Last week.)

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HIIIIIIIIIIIIII MATT HOW YA DOING SWEETHEART?

I saw that you wanted requests and decided to jump in on that 💗

How about Hobie x reader where they are on patrol and reader just drops the most philosophical sentence just out of the blue and Hobie is like

Wtf how are you the most interesting and smart person ever?

Would that be nice? If not feel free to ignore dude

(PS: drink water and take care of yourself 💗 love ya)

this is such an awesome request, thank you for this! i took a few creative liberties, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless :3 !!

word count: ~700

containing: swearing, mentions of death/dying (nothing too in-depth), not quite dating but a little more than friends, hobie x gn!reader, just talking about stuff on a roof together

the rest of the fic is under the cut!

philosophical shit. hobie x gn!reader

(aka what i think about past 9pm)

You and your work partner, Hobie, had just gotten done containing another malicious anomaly in some random universe.

The sun was just beginning to set, though, and you thought you'd stay until it fully settled, until the stars came out. Then you’d clock out and go home.

It was a gorgeous, clear evening. You felt the cool wind blow through your hair as you sat on the top of a decently tall building, glad to be mostly done with your work for the day.

Suddenly, you heard an all too familiar voice from behind you. "Mind if I join ya, mate?"

It was Hobie, of course.

"Sure. Thought you were heading back now, though.." You craned your neck, and leaned back to look at Hobie as he walked over to sit next to you.

"Soundin' like ya don' wan' me around, love." He chuckled to himself, sitting down cross-legged, and gazing out into the colourful sky with you.

It was beautiful. Your universe was never really this pretty.

"Wasn't half bad back there, eh?"

"You or me? I think I did most of the work there." You offered a small smile.

Hobie laughed. "Fuck off, ya wanker. Seemed equal 'cause I had to save your sorry arse. Shoulda given me so much as a plain 'thanks, 'obie' 'n I'd be chuffed."

You sighed, looking down as you fidgeted with your hands. Looking back up at the changing sky, you couldn't help but think of what could've happened, had Hobie not been there to save you.

I mean, you could've probably handled it, but what if you didn't?

"You know, I always have felt sort of unhappy with myself. My life, and whatever. Whenever something like that happens, it always scares the shit out of me and makes me think about dying a lot more vividly and realistically."

You shift to lay down on your back, arms supporting your head. "Fuck, for all I know that could be my canon event... dying. It really fuckin' puts stuff into perspective. The whole canon events thing, I mean. How am I supposed to live life freely, and even just normally, when I know there's a goddamn model that a computer came up with that already dictates my entire life, birth to death? How am I important at all?"

Hobie stared at you, eyes a little wide, a little slack-jawed at your intelligent, observant remarks.

"Christ, ya good, mate?" He chuckled, regaining his usual smirk that seemed to be permanently plastered onto his stupidly attractive face. "Gettin' a bit serious there, yeah? Thought I lost ya for a sec. But, love, I do see what ya mean. 'S quite hard to feel like 'ur in control when 'ur entire bloody life seems planned out. Y'know, canon ain't always right, though. I didn't go through tha' whole stereotypical 'officer savin' a li'l kid' event, so 's able to be changed somewhat."

He shrugged, messing with a loose thread on his pants absentmindedly.

You nodded, resting your hands on your stomach. "Yeah… I know. I just feel like I'm stuck in a cage and I can't do anything about it until I'm dead."

"Mm, don' we all, love.." Hobie shifted over to grin down at you. He seriously tried to play it cool, but he was freaking out, and totally all nerves on the inside. You sounded so smart and educated, this whole interaction totally came out of left field.

Which was more than welcome, fuck, Hobie would be the first to admit that he loved discussing things like this with you. You were so confident in your words, and more importantly, how you said them, and it made you even more beautiful in his eyes. If that was even possible.

He adored every part of you.

Your dorky smile, all your imperfections… Hobie loved that you didn’t hide them and didn’t let people tell you shit, and just your whole personality... it'd take him forever and a day to list everything that he loved about you.

Especially now, you looked artistically beautiful. Like a painting, with all the warm colours swirling around you, illuminating your skin and basking you in the fleeting sunlight.

"Oh, Hobie,"

"Hm?" He snapped out of scanning every aspect and detail of you for a moment.

You leaned into him after sitting straight up, closer and closer, and then pecked his cheek. "Thanks."

All Hobie's blood rushed up straight to his cheeks, and he offered nothing but a blank stare, an awkward laugh, and a light touch to where you kissed.

"Y-yeah, mate... f'course,"

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Warm Night In for Steddie?

So I was aiming for about 3k but here's 4.7k of these two lol

Mutual fetish AU one shot! S/teve and E/ddie finally get to spend a night together after a couple of weeks of not seeing each other - E/ddie is a little chilly from the trip to S/teve's house. Fun ensues

This did end up being more NSFW than expected but hey...it's me

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Content:

M/M, established relationship (maybe about 8 or so months in?), both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, E/ddie gets off to his own sneezing, sneezing from cold weather, sneezing from wine, sneezing from an external tickle, exhibitionism, teasing, a little bit of dirty talk, lots of cuddling and care-taking, descriptions of spray, (Got both of them sneezing because. um. tee hee <3)

CW: Steve is a little shy but nothing serious

NSFW, minors dni etc etc etc

Steve tried his best not to sprint to the door after hearing the doorbell ring – emphasis on ‘tried’. He’d been looking forward to Friday evening all week. It had been nearly impossible to see Eddie the past couple of weeks, conflicting schedules be damned. After a great deal of swapping shifts at their respective work places, reorganising some prior arrangements, and with the guidance of some invisible, benevolent entity, or positive karmic energy – whatever you wanted to call it – they’d managed Friday.

Heart fluttering in his chest, Steve yanked the door open and couldn’t help beaming the second he made eye contact with Eddie.

“Hey.” His smile practically splitting his face, he pulled his boyfriend through the door frame and into his arms.

“Hey, yourself.” He heard Eddie murmur into his ear, hugging him just as fiercely as he did him.

Eddie stepped back for a moment to turn and pull the door closed behind them.

“Sorry. S’cold.” He smiled, looking absolutely adorable to Steve with his knitted beanie and cute pink nose, before leaning back into Steve’s embrace, eventually seeking out his lips with his own.

They kissed each other for several long, luxurious moments, losing themselves in it until neither of them could breathe and they had to pull apart, laughing softly. Eddie rested his forehead against Steve’s, nuzzling their noses together, and the younger man seemed to notice for the first time just how cold the metalhead was.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, Harrington.” Eddie kissed along the side of his mouth. It was equally as suave as it was antiquated, and the adoration Steve felt for him in that moment rendered him incapable of little more than blushing and grinning like a damned fool.

“Flatterer.”

Steve reached up to thread his fingers through Eddie’s hair when the sound of an egg timer rang out, making them both jump.

“Oh, shit, the food – come to the kitchen?” Steve started, already striding away.

“Y-yeah, I’m comihhng – hh! HG’Tchiew!! HN’ngxt’chiew! EhGxt’tchiew! Whoo…”

If Steve’s stomach had been a veritable pit of butterflies before, it was practically soaring in response to the desperate triple of hastily stifled sneezes that echoed out in the high-ceilinged hallway.

“Bless you, Eds – you okay?” He called out over his shoulder, successfully keeping his voice steady as he tended to the pot on the stove.

“Yeah, I’m fine, hon. Temperature change. I’m adjusting.” He heard Eddie respond, heard the thump of his boots as he dumped them in the hall and the rustle of his thick puffer jacket as he tossed it over the banister. He adjusted the temperature of the pots towards the back of the stove, listening as Eddie padded in behind him. The metalhead wrapped his arms around him from behind and buried his face into his neck, eliciting a squeal of protest that just made Eddie giggle and squeeze him harder.

“Your nose is freezing, dude!”

“All the more reason for me to hold you. Gimme some of that body heat, Stevie.” He punctuated his sentence with a distinctly wet sounding sniffle and Steve shivered in his arms. It was insane how reactive he was to even to the suggestion of any nasal irritation from his boyfriend – insane how responsive his entire body was to even the slightest touch from him at all.

Eddie must have felt him tremble – of course he did, cuddled right up against him – but he didn’t address it. Just pressed a kiss against the column of Steve’s throat one more time before pulling back and standing beside him, hip to hip.

“Smells good.” He leaned over the pots to peer inside. Steve managed to stop himself from asking how Eddie could possibly tell with such a stuffy nose, taking in the slight glitter of transparent mess starting to roll down his upper lip, no doubt urged along by the steam. Eddie seemed to take note of this himself and reached to tear off a couple of squares from the paper towel rack beside them, blowing his nose softly.

“God, sorry.” He muttered as he wiped his nostrils clean before tossing the damp paper into the trash. “Think my radiator’s dying, the van was freezing. My hands are like icicles.” Eddie flexed his fingers a few times for emphasis, and Steve tutted in concern.

“I think you made it just in time – the radio said snow.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised – guess we’re overdue, shit. At least almost everything that makes me an allergic mess will be dead and buried.” His eyes glittered with mischief as he watched Steve from under his lashes.

“Such a shame.” Steve responded, returning that heated gaze with a cheeky grin of his own. Eddie hummed and leaned back against the counter, watching for a moment as Steve continued to stir and adjust and fuss.

“Need me to do anything?”

“Oh, nah, I think I’m good…Actually, maybe just chop some more broccoli for me? Think I eyeballed it wrong.”

“You got it.”

Eddie set to work, pulling off his rings before chopping the vegetables tossed haphazardly on top of the cutting board. Steve had to remind himself to pay attention to the task at hand instead of staring dreamily at the metalhead’s hands – deceptively strong, as Steve had come to experience firsthand. He listened and laughed as Eddie relayed some of the surprisingly juicy gossip amongst the other men at the mechanic shop he’d found work at the past couple of months. The nagging and near-constant anxiety he’d learned to live with was melting away as it always did when Eddie was near, when he used his dramatic story-telling abilities to transform a workplace dispute into a tragic comedy of near Shakespearean proportions.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Steve pressed himself up against Eddie, holding him in his arms from behind as the metalhead had done a few minutes earlier. He sighed a breath of relief onto the nape of Eddie’s neck, into his unruly curls that smelled like cheap shampoo and cigarettes and the scent that was uniquely his own.

“Hi, baby.” Eddie chuckled, before carrying on with his story and starting up on the last stem of broccoli.

“Hi.” Steve murmured, holding him close as he continued with his story and the chopping. Steve was listening, he really was – but he was also distracted by every minute shifting of muscles in Eddie’s back and shoulders, the rumble of his voice sending vibrations through Steve's chest.

So calmed was he by these rhythmic motions and vibrations that it was enough to leave him uttering a dissatisfied little grunt when Eddie trailed off mid-sentence. He suddenly tensed in Steve’s arms, a gasp scissoring out of him.

“S-sorry, need’ta-!”

Steve felt his face flush as realisation of what was about to happen dawned on him. His cock twitched in his pants, flush against Eddie’s ass. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t experienced this before – his boyfriend sneezing in his arms as he held him – but 2 weeks with no physical contact at all intensified everything, sending Steve’s heartbeat skyrocketing. He continued to hold his boyfriend, pressing his cheek against a rising shoulder as Eddie hitched and hitched. He could feel the expansion of his back against his chest, feel the slight stretch of Eddie’s flat stomach as his lungs filled with air. Right as the metalhead fell rigid, hovering just over the precipice of release, he reached up to rest one hand over Steve’s where it held his midsection protectively.

And just like that, he was pitching forward and into the shoulder Steve wasn’t resting against in an attempt to spare the vegetables an unwanted baptism.

“HEH-ENGXT’tsieww!! HDT’Chieww!! EHh’shieww!! ‘TCHieww!! Hahh, wow….”

Steve was blushing right to the tips of his ears now, he just knew it. Feeling Eddie buck against him, the rich, vocal tone of his desperate little fit…God, he’d missed this. Missed him. If his clinginess didn’t get the message across, his stiff cock jabbing into Eddie’s ass definitely would.

“God bless you, baby.” He all but sighed, kissing between Eddie’s shoulder blades before tugging at his arm, urging him to turn around in his arms. Eddie complied, sniffling sweetly, and Steve pressed a quick flurry of small kisses all over his face, particularly his twitching nose – he was only human – until Eddie was giggling like a school girl at the attention.

Throughout the kissing and the cuddling, he could feel that the older man was still chilled through. His nose, though a little warmer than before, was cold against his lips. Eddie’s leather jacket was frigid, even after the cover of his larger winter coat. His hands still icy enough that Steve could feel the coldness of his fingers through his cotton shirt as they clutched at his back.

“You’re still freezing, honey. And those were some serious sneezes. You sure you’re not getting sick?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, obviously getting a little annoyed at Steve’s mother hen line of questioning. But he couldn’t help it – he was a worry wart, and his worries wouldn’t go away until he personally did something, anything to fix them. He knew it was almost pathological at this point, but as he brought his boyfriend’s hands up to his mouth to blow some warmth back into them, all he cared about was making him feel better.

“I’m fine, Stevie.” Steve didn’t miss the full body shiver that ran through him, no doubt triggered by the warm breath on his fingertips.

He dropped Eddie’s hands and started to roll up his boyfriend’s sleeves, pushing back the leather and cotton of his long-sleeved tee. When he ran his own fingertips over the raised skin there, Eddie shivered again.

“Look, you’ve got goosebumps.”

“Honestly, Steve, I’m fine. Just…thawing out a little.”

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Is a duck’s ass watertight?”

“Dude, what the hell,” Steve was laughing, and Eddie looked ridiculously pleased with himself, the way he did every time he successfully pulled a giggle out of him.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now will you please quit worrying and feed me instead?”

“I’ll feed you if you go upstairs and change into my sweats or something. Get out of those cold clothes, please?”

Eddie put his hands up, rolling his eyes dramatically but smiling all the same.

“Okay, okay! I’m breaking out your finest cashmere sweater, since you insist.” He kissed the younger man on the cheek and squeezed past him, much closer than was necessary, and Steve felt one of those cold hands briefly grip his erection, standing at half-mast in his loose fitting sweats. Eddie snickered as he gasped in response, then cried out in mock-agony as Steve swatted him with a nearby wooden spoon.

“Dinner in 10!” He called up after his retreating boyfriend, already barrelling noisily up the stairs.

“Thank you, daddy!” Eddie called back, earning a gentle ‘ew’ that he wouldn’t have been able to hear over his own excitable laughter.

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Steve kissed into Eddie’s curls, holding his blanketed form protectively against him. After a dinner that the pair of them practically wolfed down (he’d never get tired of the litany of praises Eddie would send his way whenever he was eating his cooking), they’d cracked open a bottle of Steve’s parents’ most expensive red wine. Steve figured if they couldn’t be bothered to come home in over a year, then they wouldn’t notice a single missing bottle of Pinot Noir.

They were currently snuggled up on the couch, watching one tape of many Steve had smuggled back from Family Video. It had been Eddie’s choice, some schlocky Santa-themed horror movie, but Steve was hardly paying attention. He was focusing on the weight and (thankfully) increasing heat of Eddie half-sprawled in his lap, taking in each gleeful cackle as the deranged Santa hacked up yet another promiscuous teenager that had ended up on his naughty list. Or something.

It wasn’t just that the film was ass, or that Eddie was obnoxiously adorable. It was that with the ‘thawing’ had come a lot more sneezing than either of them had bargained for – and the wine had certainly not helped with that. Steve had offered to get antihistamines, but Eddie wholeheartedly refused. (“Rather be sneezing than sleeping. And I’m sure you agree, big boy.”)

So here Steve was, feeling a heady combination of mushy compassion and all-consuming lust for his poor boyfriend. He knew Eddie could feel the culmination of said lust pressing into him whenever he shuffled around, but he was choosing to ignore it – to drive Steve crazy or because he was just so absorbed in the terrible B movie, the younger man had no idea.

“EHh’NGXt’Ttchiew!! IGSHH!! Haht’TCHIEW!!”

Steve closed his eyes and let the sneezes echo in his head. He had half a mind to start recording his boyfriend when he got like this so he could play the glorious sound of it over and over at his leisure – but he was far too shy to ask for something like that, and the fear of anyone discovering a stack of tapes in his possession that were purely the sounds of his boyfriend’s plentiful allergies? Yeah. He’d probably drop dead right then and there.

He kissed the top of Eddie’s head and plucked several tissues from the box resting beside him, pressing them into his boyfriend’s open palm that was reaching gratefully out from under his blanketed cocoon.

“Here, baby.”

“Ugh. Thank you. I can’t stop.”

Steve bit his lip and willed his hips not to thrust as Eddie emptied his sinuses into the white bundle.

“Eddie…” he started.

“Before you ask again, Steve, and I mean it: I’m fine. I don’t want antihistamines. I’m totally content like this. Don’t worry.”

He turned around in the loop of Steve’s arms over his shoulders to kiss Steve, and the younger man squirmed at the pressure of Eddie’s hips against his crotch.

“Hah…” He gasped audibly this time. Eddie just smiled and kissed him again. It was about all he could take.

“You might be okay like this,” He sounded embarrassingly breathless. “…But I’m going insane.”

Eddie beamed at him.

“God, Stevie. You really did miss me, huh?” He teased, a gleeful lilt in his stuffy voice as he asked, and Steve’s suspicions that this was part of a sadistic little game at his expense were confirmed.

“You’re terrible,” he sighed, rolling his hips against Eddie. “I need to fuck you. Will you let me?”

“Hmm.” Eddie reached forward, purposely pushing his ass back against Steve, leaving him writhing and clutching at his hips. He took a swig from his wine glass before cuddling into him again.

“In a bit. I’m not finished with this movie yet.”

“Evil, man. You’re evil. God.”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

Steve groaned and Eddie chuckled at his barefaced exasperation. When those chuckles started to fade, his body stiffening in Steve’s arms, the younger man practically growled.

“Eddie, I swear…”

Eddie sat up, shimmying off of Steve’s lap to sit next to him, thigh pressing into his own. The blanket slipped down his shoulders as he straightened up. To Steve’s utter delight, he actually started to wave a hand in front of his face as the sneeze built, the way he’d seen countless girls at school do but never until this point his own boyfriend.

“You’re going to kill me, you know?” He whined, reaching between his legs and allowing himself to squeeze hard.

“Ca-hann’t h-help ih-hih-!! Help it…the wine…It’s making me-! S’gonna make me-!!”

Steve cursed and reached his hand into his pants, ghosting over his underwear and the damp patch where the head of cock was practically leaking. He wrapped his palm around his length and fixed his eyes on Eddie – his fluttering eyelashes, flaring nostrils, mouth dropping open and eyebrows raising up, up, up…

“Hh-H-HH-!! HAHDT’TCHIEWwww!! ESSHHH’IEW!! Hah-IGXT!! Eh’NGXT!! ‘DDZSHHiewww!! Hohh’my god…”

Eddie flopped dramatically back against the couch, moaning softly as he luxuriated in the relief of that most powerful little fit. Steve also moaned, embarrassingly loudly, clutching his throbbing cock through the sticky cotton of his underwear. He was about one quick flick of the wrist away from shooting in his pants. He’d felt every tremor run through his boyfriend and jostle him on the couch – seen the way that, with thanks to Eddie’s fortunate positioning, the low lamplight lit up the delicate aerosol of each release as it burst into the air. He wanted to be on his knees in front of him. He wanted him to get out every tickle in his sensitive nose all over his skin. He wanted, he wanted, he wanted.

Eddie regarded him, turning his head with a lazy tilt from where it rested on the back of the couch. Steve didn’t miss the way his pupils were blown, practically black and making his huge, glittering eyes look ever bigger than usual.

“Bless me.” He said, and smiled when Steve swore under his breath.

“That was – that was amazing.” He admitted, pulling his hand out of his pants when he realised the pressure against his cock was only worsening his situation.

“Yeah?” Eddie flashed him a crooked smile, rubbing a finger lazily up against his pink nostrils, clearly getting off on the exhibitionism of it all. “What was so great about those specifically, honey? Did you like how loud they were?”

Steve swallowed, his flushed cheeks burning harder. It was still so hard to actually talk about this stuff out loud, in detail. He had no idea how Eddie did it.

“Not that. But – yeah, that was great too. No, the um – the lamp. Behind you. It – lit up the s-spray. I could really see it and it was – a lot. So. Yeah, it was. Really something.” He finished lamely, cradling his brow in an upraised hand, partially shielding himself from Eddie even whilst his cock throbbed at the confession.

“Oh, honey. Don’t hide that pretty face from me.” Eddie was crawling into his lap in an instant, gently extricating his hand so that Steve was forced to look at him. He smiled nervously back at the older man.

“Sorry. Still a bit shy.”

“You’ll get there. And in the meantime – I’ll make up for the both of us.” Eddie leaned in and rubbed his nose against Steve’s. “I love when you tell me what you like, baby. Makes me so hard. Love getting you off with my tickly nose.”

Steve gasped, feeling his entire body tingle in response to the low rumble of his boyfriend’s words. He lurched forward, closing the short distance between his and Eddie’s lips and kissed him hard. For a few short, wonderful moments, Steve thought they were putting an end to whatever blue-balling Eddie seemed intent on enforcing, but no dice.  A particularly wrenching scream keened through the speakers of the television, and in a sudden swift motion, his boyfriend was pulling back from the kiss and turning heel, pacing towards the screen.

“You’re joking. You can’t be serious.” Steve groaned, his head flying back with a gentle ‘thunk’ against the back of the couch.

“I’m totally serious.” Eddie responded from the floor in front of the VCR. “I wanna know what happened. I’m rewinding it.”

“Eddie. I hate this. I want you.”

“Come on, Steve. There’s only, what? 30 minutes of this movie left? Surely you can hold out for 30 minutes.”

Eddie stood in front of him and smiled, all teeth and crinkled eyes. Steve would have felt endlessly bitter if not for the sight of his boyfriend’s own insistent erection pitching a tent in his borrowed, dark grey sweatpants.

“Fine.” He grumbled, and Eddie settled down next to him, kissing his cheek and wrapping the blanket round both their shoulders.

Steve tried to focus on the movie but it just wasn’t happening – not when he could feel his heartbeat in his dick and his equally as hard boyfriend was sniffling in his ear. For lack of anything better to do and praying for an adequate distraction, Steve reached for his wine glass and drained the contents in one large gulp. He wasn’t really a wine guy, but it wasn’t all bad.

A couple of minutes later he was no closer to focusing on the movie and no closer to having a flacid cock. It was as he shifted in his seat in an attempt to get an iota of relief that he felt it – the familiar irritating burn of a tickle taking hold in his sinuses. He could already tell he was going to sneeze – it was just so strong. He wondered for a moment if there was something to be said about the histamine levels in wine – it certainly seemed to get to Eddie, but so did everything. Either way, he figured he’d have some fun with this.

Tilting his head back slightly, he sniffled, hoping the action would urge the tickle along. And God, did it ever. He squinted his eyes against the sensation, feeling them starting to water. Just a moment later, his breath was catching and he started to hitch his way into an audible build-up. Both eyes fluttering shut now, he felt rather than saw his boyfriend tensing and turning in his lap to take in his desperate expression.

“Steve?”

“Hh-HAH!”

He thought he might be able to tease Eddie by talking his way through the hitching breaths that left his chest heaving and nostrils flaring in and out, but no. It was such an overwhelming tickle there was very little he could do but let it take over and do as it would with him. He tightened his hold on Eddie’s shoulder, mirroring the grip of the metalhead’s fingers against his upper thigh. With one final, gasping breath, he was lurching forward, aiming the brunt of the sneeze towards both of their laps.

“HH’RISSHHHHH’AH!!”

He felt Eddie’s fingers dig harder into his thigh, and his lips quirked into a shaky smile before he was tensing and releasing a second sneeze, again directly towards his boyfriend’s crotch.

“HAH-TSCCCHHHH’Ahh!!”

Both sneezes had been violent and drawn-out affairs – he blinked owlishly in the aftermath, relishing in the tingles each release sent from the base of his skull and down his spine. He leant back after a beat, wiping his damp lips and nostrils with the back of his sleeve, before snuggling back into Eddie – who he hadn’t so much as looked at even once. He could see that said metalhead was still staring at him at the periphery of his vision, still squeezing at his thigh with twitching fingers.

“Bless you, Stevie, holy fuck.”

Steve smiled pleasantly, as if he hadn’t shaken the entire house, let alone their shared couch, with each sneeze moments earlier.

“Thank you, hon. Think you gave me your tickle.”

Eddie cursed under his breath, as Steve knew he would, and now the smile splitting his face was downright mischievous. His boyfriend noticed, no doubt, and started to climb into his lap, but Steve stopped his advances with a firm hand to the chest. The look of incredulity Eddie flashed him as he was held back like an overexcitable puppy was objectively hilarious, and Steve couldn’t help but laugh.

“What? You said you wanted to watch the movie. Surely you can hold out for – what – 20 minutes?”

The bemused looks of realisation that replaced Eddie’s previous confusion as Steve essentially quoted him back to himself was priceless, even funnier to Steve. He laughed again, enjoying every moment of this. He thought he could maybe understand his boyfriend’s little game, now – this was fun.

Eddie, veritably hoisted by his own petard and visibly aware of it, settled petulantly back under the blanket at Steve’s side.

“Oh, I can hold out, alright. I can hold out for as long as I like and more. You fucker.”

Steve just laughed again, nuzzled adoringly into Eddie’s curls as the older man tucked his head under his chin. The pair of them were jostled softly just a few moments later when Eddie trembled with a sudden fit of sneezes, half-stifled into the fist he haphazardly pressed up against his nose.

“Hh’GKKt! IGXT! Hh’DTCchh! Hh-! HIG’tchu!! Ah…sorry…”

Steve kissed the top of his head, murmuring a soft 'bless you' as he willed his heartbeat to return to an acceptable rate. Despite almost believing his boyfriend’s repeated confirmations that he wasn’t getting sick, concern blossomed in his chest at the thick sound of Eddie’s post-sneeze snuffling. Reaching up with one firm hand, he tenderly brushed the older man’s fringe out of the way before resting his broad palm on the skin of his forehead. He heard Eddie tut, but he didn’t pull away.

“Yeah, okay. Doesn’t feel like you’re getting sick.” He muttered after a beat, feeling a little better.

“Told you.” Steve could practically hear the eyeroll in that statement.

“You’re still not entirely warmed up.”

“So keep holding me.”

Steve did, wrapping his arms tighter around Eddie and pressing his face right back into those curls. It was becoming a bit of an addiction – his boyfriend’s hair. The texture of it, the smell. It wasn’t the softest, but he didn’t care. It felt wonderful smushed up against his cheek. A little tickly though. Steve grinned and continued to kiss and rub his face against Eddie’s head like a clingy house cat – (no protest from the metalhead, who invited any and all physical contact from him) - allowing the stray fly-away hairs to tease his already sensitive nostrils. He sniffled experimentally, and yeah, that had done it.

He barely had a couple of seconds to angle his face away so that he wasn’t sneezing directly into Eddie’s hair, but the frantic twisting meant that his balance was compromised.

“HH’YISSSSSCHHH’EW-!!!”

As the sneeze practically tore through his throat, he scrambled to free one arm from the protective circling of Eddie’s shoulders. He managed to keep himself from toppling both himself and his boyfriend off the sofa with his right arm planted firmly on the cushions, but it didn’t mean the pair of them hadn’t been considerably shaken in the process. God, that had tickled. He opened his eyes, a tear of irritation rolling down his cheek as he blinked. He blushed slightly to see the residual spray of that sneeze still hanging in the air for some seconds before dissipating gently.

“God. ‘Scuse me.” He managed to keep his voice steady, even as his cock throbbed with the mischievous thrill of purposely making himself sneeze to wind his boyfriend up – something Eddie played up constantly.

It had been enough to break said metalhead, apparently. He was pulling Steve’s face to his own almost immediately, pressing a heated kiss to his lips and groaning at the sensation of the younger man’s slick nostrils against the side of his face. Steve kissed back eagerly, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be teasing his boyfriend but then no longer caring.

“I’m feeling a lot warmer now, honey. Trust me,” Eddie sighed against his mouth, having pulled back from the kiss with an obscene spit-slick pop.

“My bed is even warmer.” Steve replied, voice thick with arousal as Eddie’s clever, wandering hands seemed to ignite every nerve they skimmed over. “Only 15 minutes or so left of the movie.”

At that, Eddie paused in his ministrations and sat back. Steve watched, panting slightly, as the older man’s facial muscles ticked and twitched, an inner battle of impulsivity and self-control evidently warring within him. Eddie had a lot of physical tells, once you got to know him. He was an incredibly expressive person in both physicality and verbiage, and Steve was thankful for it – it meant he didn’t have to spend too much time agonising over whether he was second-guessing what his boyfriend was really feeling.

Eventually, Eddie turned to face him, a blank expression plastered to his face.

“Fuck it.”

“Come again?”

“Fuck it. Screw it. Can’t do this anymore. I’ve seen this shit before, Santa dies at the end.”

Eddie jumped to his feet and extended an eager hand towards Steve, a crooked smile well and firmly planted on his mouth. Steve grinned back and gripped Eddie’s forearm, allowing his boyfriend to yank him to his feet and lead him eagerly towards the stairs, both of them giggling like the lovesick idiots they were. This was gonna be fun.

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