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branches-of-time · 1 year

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Heaven In Hiding (pt. 1)

Songs That He Sang in the Shower

"I was…"

He trails off as your hand makes it's way back to his neck, and his breath hitches when a nail runs along the underside of his jaw.

You freeze, waiting to see how Venti responds, and watch as his eyes blink open again. He looks a little disappointed at the sudden stillness, and you almost feel bad for teasing him.

Almost.

You cock your head to one side, like you're truly curious and not just toying with him.

You ask him again.

"You were what?"

Pairing: Venti x Reader - Established Relationship

Word Count: 3,341

Synopsis: The Church of Favonius is holding a charity fundraising event, and you rope Venti into helping out. Step one is getting him out of the shower.

Contains: I suppose I’d rate this 18+ for the heavy suggestive tones, but there isn’t any actual sex. Domestic Fluff with Venti. Showering together. Dominant!Reader. Nudity. Kissing. Hands wandering. All that jazz. Blasphemy, perhaps. Slight Implied Alcoholism / Recovery. Anxiety Issues.

A/Ns: This is fic 3 of 16 that I’m doing based on combining prompts from this list!

Day 3 (Apples) & Day 18 (Hiding)

Part One (you are here!) - Part Two -

More notes at the end!

Your anxiety has always been a bitch in the morning.

So, as usual, when you first wake up, you don't open your eyes. The sudden rush of being pulled back into reality, back into consciousness, is jarring enough on it's own without the added input of sight.

Every morning you recall the grounding technique that Venti taught you, and do your best to follow it. It's usually easier when you can reach out and find Venti's hand to hold onto in the darkness, but his familiar presence is missing from his side of the bed this morning.

So instead, laying flat on your back, you bring your attention to what you can perceive with your other senses.

Smell. You pull in a slow, deep breath, focused on letting your stomach expand instead of your ribcage. The room smells faintly of apples, maple, honey, and… rum, from the candle that Venti bought last week. He blew it out last night but must have left it uncovered on the dresser.

Touch. You feel a warm round weight on your stomach, and from past experience you already know it's Rhythm, curled up and apparently still asleep in spite of the movements from your breathing. You run your hands slowly across the blankets. They're incredibly soft, and pleasantly warm on this cool November morning.

Sound. You focus in on what you can hear, and the faint sound of the shower running comes to you from down the hallway.

"On a lark,

On a whim,

I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them."

Venti's voice is mixed in with the sound of the water, singing something familiar.

You bring your arms up, straighten your legs out and stretch as much as one can with a sleeping animal atop them. Flexing your wrists and rolling your ankles, you wonder how tired you must have been last night to have slept in longer than him.

"And his fist, Cut the smoke, I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke."

Venti's voice grounds you more effectively than anything else ever could, and finally, you feel steady enough to face the daylight.

Breathing in deep, you let out a long sigh and blink open your eyes as you reach down to the small white dog on your stomach. Rhythm stirs in response to the feeling of your nails combing through her fur. You smile down at her.

"Morning, sweet girl."

Rhythm blinks up at you. You shift a bit.

"Think you could move to Venti's side of the bed so I can get up?"

Rhythm huffs in response and uncurls herself, ungracefully rolling down off of your side and onto the mattress in the process.

You huff a laugh at the indignant display and sit up, turning to face the dog.

"Why didn't you wake me up when Venti got up, huh? You want to use me as a pillow so badly you'd let him beat me into the shower?"

Rhythm just stares at you as her tail swishes across the bedsheets.

"Okay, fine, I do usually shower at night but last night was an exception!"

Looking at the clock, you cringe at the time. 8:32. You need to get ready soon if you're gonna have time to pick up the packages from Springvale and make it to the city on time. Sighing, you're almost glad Venti's already up, but you do miss the feeling of waking up beside him, even if it's just this one morning. There's something calming to you about being the first one awake, with Venti sound asleep beside you. The absolute peace of the moment.

Come to think of it, why is Venti not only awake, but already in the shower? He must have taken your request for help last night pretty seriously if he's already getting ready for the day. Usually you have to drag him out of bed with a promise of breakfast and a kiss.

Through your silent thoughts, you pick up on the muted sound of Venti's singing once again.

"In a room, By myself, Looks like I'm here with a guy that I judge worse than anyone else."

Looking back down at Rhythm, you push down an emotion you can't name and continue your one sided conversation with the half-asleep dog attempting to make a nest out of the bedsheets.

"Look at the time, Rhythm. I've overslept. Now he's beat me to it and you know how long that man spends in the shower."

Rhythm makes no visible effort to acknowledge your words.

You close your eyes again, and focus one more time on Venti's voice traveling from down the hall.

"So I pace, And I pray, And I repeat the mantras that might keep me clean for the day."

Your mind wanders to last night.

The two of you were in the kitchen throwing together a late dinner. As usual, you were exhausted but still eternally grateful to be able to end the day in peace, with good music and good food. Venti had picked the song playing from the phonograph in the corner, and something about the tune was making you feel… content. He always seemed to know exactly what you needed to hear.

You recall watching Venti reach up and pull a wine glass out of the cabinet, singing to himself while quickly turning and setting it down on the kitchen table. Idly stirring the rice frying in the pan on the stove, you watched Venti dance his way across the kitchen to open the refrigerator. Noticing the way his voice died down, you watched as he suddenly halted like he'd just remembered something.

Opening the door, he reached inside and his hand hovered over the neck of a half-empty bottle of wine from the day before. He was completely still for a long moment, thinking. Visibly, he took a deep breath, his shoulders rising up and dropping back down on the exhale. Looking something between disappointed and resolute, he retracted his hand, reaching instead towards the containers in the door.

Pulling out a bottle of apple juice that Sucrose had gifted to him, he smiled at the memory of her nervously explaining that an experiment had turned it into something akin to the taste of wine, although it wasn't an alcoholic beverage. She had been working on something for Diona, and while this wasn't what the bartender had wanted, Sucrose thought Venti might like it.

You watched transfixed, nearly letting the rice burn, as he nodded to himself, shutting the refrigerator door and bringing the bottle to the table. Opening it, he poured the juice into his wine glass and took a tentative sip. A look of satisfaction slowly crossed his face, and when Venti looked up from his glass, he caught you staring.

Smiling, he picked up his glass, walking around to the stove. Wrapping one arm around your waist, holding his drink in the other, he let his head rest against your shoulder. Looking down at the pan, he spoke up over the music playing in the background.

"The rice is gonna burn, love."

Snapping back to the present, you feels Rhythm's paw on your thigh, as she tries to climb back on top of you. Shaking your head, you pull yourself out of your memories and slide your legs off the side of the bed, stretching and yawning as you stand.

Rhythm huffs in annoyance and instead makes her way over to one of Venti's pillows, and you watch her curl up on the middle of it.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I do have to get up eventually."

Your gaze roams over the floor for a few moments, passing over discarded clothes, dog toys, and Rhyme, laying in his bed in the corner. The large black dog looks up at you as you approach him, squatting down to pet him. He raises his head to lick your hand.

“I’m surprised you didn’t follow Venti into the shower. We usually can't keep you away from water. Did he ask you to watch over me while I slept?”

The only response you receive is another lick, this time on your wrist, and you smile as you pull back and stand up, stretching again and reaching for the ceiling.

Dropping your hands to your hips, you think for a moment, looking down at a pair of Venti's shorts, discarded on the floor by the doorway. An exasperated smile grows on your expression, and you reach up, combing your fingers through your messy hair.

Glancing again at the time, you realize you're really gonna need to get ready soon. As you consider Venti's tendency to take his sweet time in the shower, an idea suddenly pops into your mind. Laughing to yourself, you pull up a throw blanket from where it slid off the end of the bed and gently drape it over Rhyme, still talking to the dogs.

"Sorry to leave you guys alone in here, but I've got to go remind your father that there's enough room in that shower for two people."

If either of them understand a word of what you said, they certainly don't show it.

Making your way out of the bedroom, you step over one of Venti's shirts and his shorts. You find his tights laying in the hall, and shake your head with a fond smile, picturing Venti stripping on his way to the shower. Why he doesn't just take it all off in one place you're still not sure.

You recall asking him once and he just shrugged, saying "I'm a free spirit, love. One of the benefits of living in your teapot is the ability to take off whatever I want, wherever I want!"

He accompanied his statement with an overexaggerated wink, and you couldn't stop the laugh that slipped out of you at the sight.

He picks up after himself most of the time, so it doesn't really bother you, per say, you just feel like it's… inefficient.

The shower is still running when you quietly crack open the door, steam immediately spilling out into the hall along with the sound of Venti's voice. You've never understood nor felt the urge to sing in the shower but this man certainly does. He puts on an entire performance every time, even if it’s to an audience of soap bars and shampoo bottles.

As you figured, his underwear are lying on the bath mat, looking like he stepped out of them and directly into the shower. The hair ties from his braids are resting on the counter by the sink, along with one single earring of his that matches the one that you wear in your opposite ear.

"…the church bells are ringing for those who are easy to please,"

Venti's still singing, of course, and his current choice is actually a song that you recognize as one that you introduced him to.

"…and the frost on the ground probably envies the frost on the trees."

When you came to Teyvat, you brought with you some of the music from your homeland, and Venti had been absolutely overjoyed to be introduced to music that he didn't already know.

"And the songs that she sang in the shower are stuck in my mind…"

He quickly learned which ones were your favorites, and in no time he could cover them beautifully.

You stand there, silent, listening to the love of your life sing to himself in the shower and for a moment you're overcome with the emotion of it all.

"…like 'Yesterday's Wine'…"

How lucky you are to have found him after all this time.

"…like yesterday's wine."

God, he's got a beautiful voice.

You take a deep breath and remember what you came in here to do.

Before Venti can finish his song and potentially ruin your surprise, you quickly slip off what remains of yesterday's clothes, and quietly reach out to grab hold of the shower door's handle. Pulling it aside in one quick motion, Venti's voice cracks on a high note as he spins to face the source of the motion.

The thought flashes in your mind right after the fact that Venti could have slipped and fell. Could have hurt himself because you wanted to play a stupid little game with him. You start to internally curse yourself for acting on impulse like that… but stop when you see that he’s okay. He didn’t slip, he’s not hurt, and you watch as Venti's face goes from shocked, to confused, to a mischievous smile.

Venti opens his mouth to say something, but you speak up before he can, gesturing to the water spraying out onto the tile.

"Mind if I join you or are we both gonna stand here making a mess?"

Laughing, Venti shakes his head and moves back into the spray, making room for you to step in and side the door closed.

As the steam wraps itself around you both, you close the distance between yourselves and press your bodies together. Looking at him, with that little smile on his face, you can't resist teasing him a bit.

"Thought you could beat me to the shower this morning, huh, bard?"

There’s humor in Venti’s eyes as he listens to you speak, but it shifts to something a little more knowing as he hears what you call him.

"Oh? Well good morning to you too, love."

Your hands run up his sides, and he notes the way your eyes seem to light up. You hum in response, distracted, so Venti speaks up again with a teasing tone in his voice.

"I think I see how it is today. You just woke up and you're already in a mood, aren't you?"

You’re feigning cluelessness as you run your hands up and down over his back, going lower and lower with every stroke.

"What kind of mood would that be, hm?"

He’s smirking at your response, running his own hands over your hips, stopping and letting his thumbs rest in the dips just above your thighs.

"You know exactly what kind, angel. You never call me bard unless you're in the mood to play with me."

He’s not wrong, but you aren’t ready to admit it.

"Play with you, huh? Playing in the shower's pretty dangerous, you know."

Your tone of voice drops a bit lower and you slide one hand down to the back of Venti’s thigh, lifting him up with no effort at all, and pressing him against the tile wall. Smiling at the way Venti’s gone quiet, you speak again in a dark, serious tone.

“You could slip."

Now, that would sound threatening if you were speaking to anyone else, but Venti just smiles. He knows he’s safe, and he quite likes this game even if he won’t admit it just yet either. You both know what you’re doing to each other, and the unspoken understanding is half of the fun.

He brings his other thigh up and locks his legs around your hips, coming back with a question.

"Alright then, what do you call this if you're not playing with me?"

You reach up and thread your fingers through the back of Venti’s hair.

"I call this… helping you hurry up and get the hell out of my shower."

Gripping his hair just tight enough to pull, but not enough to hurt him, you coax his head back enough to gain access to his throat. Dipping your head down, you trail kisses from his jawline to his collarbones, reveling in the way his breathing hitches and the way he stutters as he speaks.

"H-how in Teyvat is this helping me hurry?”

You bite down on his shoulder and he makes a very embarrassing sound.

“It- f-fuck- it seems to me you're trying to keep me in here."

He can feel the way you chuckle against his skin, placing soft little apology kisses over the bite mark. Pulling back, you smile at him, releasing your grip and threading your fingers through his hair.

"Nonsense. I'm just rinsing you off, love."

He rolls his eyes, smiling at you, always oddly comfortable in your arms regardless of what you’re doing to him. He finds his voice, a bit stronger now that your lips aren’t on his neck, and replies in a playful mocking tone.

"I was already done rinsing off, love."

You huff, faking offense and adjusting your grip on him so you can carefully place him back down. You make sure he’s steady on his feet on the slick shower floor, pulling back a bit but not fully stepping away. Guiding him back underneath the water, you watch as he leans his head back into the spray. He closes his eyes and lets you rinse him off again anyways, which is mostly just an excuse to run your hands over every inch of his body. He's not complaining though.

A comfortable silence falls over the scene, and you let it linger for a moment. Watching the way his chest expands when he breathes in, and the way the archon mark there lights up as he does. Slowly, you trace your fingers over it. He trusts you, and that knowledge fills you with an emotion that makes you want to cry.

Barely resisting the urge to kiss him, you instead break the silence to question him again.

"If you were already done, then why were you still in here, hm?"

Venti is busy focusing on the feeling of your nails gently combing through his hair. With his eyes closed everything feels so much more intense. The water hitting his skin, gentle hands trailing over his body, your voice in his ears. He struggles to get his mind to think clearly enough to come up with a response.

"I was…"

He trails off as your hand makes it's way back to his neck, and his breath hitches when a nail runs along the underside of his jaw.

You freeze, waiting to see how Venti responds, and watch as his eyes blink open again. He looks a little disappointed at the sudden stillness, and you almost feel bad for teasing him.

Almost.

You cock your head to one side, like you're truly curious and not just toying with him.

You ask him again.

"You were what?"

Venti laughs a little at the display and looks up at you, smiling.

"I was… just finishing my song."

You hum in thought, watching the way the water drips down from the ends of his hair, landing on his shoulders and trailing down his chest.

You pull in a deep breath, the steam suddenly feeling suffocating as you remember that you do not have time to start this game today, let alone finish it.

You both need to be at the church soon.

"Well, it never hurts to rinse off again.”

You release him from your hold, nodding in approval as your eyes rake over his form. Your tone of voice switches back to something close to normal, as if you weren’t just about to do something unholy to your God.

“See? All clean."

Venti smirks at you, a knowing look in his eyes, speaking up as he moves to step out of the shower.

"Thank you very much for the assistance, angel. What ever would I do without you?"

The sarcasm in his voice is obviously an attempt at masking how flustered he is, and you find that awfully cute.

Moving to follow Venti, you brace a hand up against the shower doorframe and lean out as he steps onto the mat. You say his name and he turns around with a curious look in his eyes. You reach out and pull him back into a quick kiss before retreating into the shower, quickly sliding the door closed again.

Standing there naked, wet, and flustered, Venti can hear the smile in your voice when you respond to his rhetorical question.

"You'd still be in the shower, probably."

Additional Notes!

Title is from the song that heavily inspired this fic- “Heaven In Hiding” by Halsey.

Title of part 1 is from “Songs That She Sang in the Shower” by Jason Isbell. It is also the song that Venti is quoted to be singing throughout the fic! It’s a beautiful song and you should go give it a listen.

Header Image is from Patrick Hendry on Unsplash

I’ll be back with part 2 in hopefully a few days? Idk. I’m slow but it’s on the way. Y'all will finally make it down to the kitchen and hopefully out of the teapot by the end of pt. 2 lmao.

If you enjoyed this, I’d love to know. Every little bit of feedback I get motivates me to no end, and I cherish it all. (Even if I can’t respond 'cause this is a side-blog.) Thank you so much for reading. ♡

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tetsunormous · 3 years

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Prove yourself useful

pairing: dom!Kenma x f!reader x spectator!Suna x Spectator! Osamu

genre: smut (18+), established relationship, post time-skip university, gamer boyfriend

word count: 2.4 k

warning: thigh riding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, swearing, hair pulling, mentions of edging, spanking (?), degradation

It’s just past 2 in the afternoon and your lecture finally finished. University is nothing like what you grew up thinking it would be, but it would be a lot worse if you didn’t get to live with your boyfriend.

You met Kenma during your first year and it didn’t take long for the two of you to begin falling for each other. He is more complex than you’d ever imagine and everyday you learn new things to learn about him. At the surface level he’s incredibly successful; being a youtuber, a pro gamer, a fucking CEO, all while taking university classes. However, Kenma is so much more than that.

The Kenma you know and love is the Kenma that’s cooped up in his gaming room spitting insults at his friends while they practice for a match they have later on in the night. The Kenma that you find yourself daydreaming about is the one obsessed with your apple pie and insists it's never too hot to eat right out of the oven. Your Kenma doesn't show the world all his little quirks, but you’ve learned to understand all of his many facial expressions and what he needs at the time. Everyone sees Kenma as this shy intelligent man who prefers to keep things to himself, which he is, but your favourite Kenma is the one he only lets out behind closed doors.

For someone so reserved none of his following would ever expect him to be the kind of lover to share you with others. No one would ever suspect Kenma for being the kind of lover to get off on seeing you completely ruined and embarrassed. This version of Kenma is definitely the one you find the most interesting because he kept it from you for the first year of your relationship, but two years in and his friends have seen more of you than you could keep track of.

Just thinking about him gets you worked up and it's times like this that you’re grateful for online classes. You tiptoe into your shared bedroom to discard the panties you’re currently wearing. The mere thought of riding his thigh gets you so excited the pair of black lace you previously wore didn’t stand a chance. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, your outfit isn’t anything special but it's his favourite. The sweater you’re wearing just big enough to cover your ass, sleeves long enough to hang past your fingertips, no bra or panties, the sheer thigh high socks that never fails to leave him hard, and the little cat ears resting on your head he bought for you months ago.

If he saw you now, there’s a chance you’d get your way.

You knock softly on the door before entering. The blinds are shut and there's a purple hue emitting from his LED lights. He’s sitting in front of his three monitors with nothing but a pair of sweatpants and his headset on, “Kenma? Are you in a game right now?”

His back is towards you so you begin to walk towards his desk, closing the door behind you. Osamu and Suna have seen the two of you naked plenty of times but for some reason, you still get a little shy. You wave at them on screen as you stand behind your boyfriend and you can hear their remarks through his headset.

“Oi, I think a little kitty wants to join before we play tonight”. Suna is always the first to say something, but Osamu definitely teases you more.

“You didn’t tell us we’d get a special treat today, Kodzuken”

Kenma stares blankly at his friends before turning to you, “Hi pudding, you finished with class?” he asks as his eyes wander down your body. You can see a slight smirk form on his lips before reaching out to give your hip a squeeze, “Miya was right, what a special little treat you are”

You know Kenma is observant but you can’t help but act a little cuter when there’s an audience around. “If you’re just practicing for now, can we cuddle Kenken, I missed you”, you ask with a slight pout on your face and your sweater paws reaching out for his arm, eyes glancing down at his bulge.

His eyes soften a bit and he chuckles at your act, “yeah yeah, sit on my lap you little brat”

You happily oblige and sit on his left thigh. Your head leaning on his shoulder as he presses a kiss to your temple. With your arms resting on his shoulders, you begin playing with his hair and rocking your hips ever so slightly.

“We haven’t seen you wear those little ears in a while y/n, don't tell me you put them on after class just for some cuddles” A blush creeps onto your face as Suna continues to tease you about your intentions.

“Awh, don’t hide your face from us y/n. Kozume has shown us you’re not really as shy as you seem, did Suna’s little comment really make you blush that hard?”

You feel your boyfriend nudge you lightly with his shoulder, a breathy chuckle leaving his mouth. “She knows I won’t fuck her till tonight yet she still climbs up onto my leg without panties on, she can act shy all she wants but we all know how shamelessly needy she is” You lift your head from his shoulder with a surprised look on your face. He’s still staring at his monitor, fingers busy with the controller, “you didn’t think I’d feel how wet you are? Your pussy is soaking through my sweats kitten”

The boy's laughter rings through the headphones and a whine escapes your lips. He takes his headphones off and has them resting around his neck before putting his controller down. You feel his hands under your arms and he positions you so that you're sitting on his left thigh facing his desk, legs resting on either side of his.

“Awh Osamu, look at the little kitty pouting cause her big bad boyfriend turned her away”

“She’s always so needy, aren’t you y/n? And in front of us too? You like putting on a show and having everyone see what a slut you are, huh”

Your thighs squeeze around Kenmas as your entire face starts to become red. You can hear your boyfriend clearing his throat before landing a hard smack against your thigh. “He asked you a question kitten. If you’re going to be a needy slut and come in here while we’re practicing, at least show some manners”

“Y-yes Samu” you whisper, “I like having you watch”

All the boys hum in unison and Suna leans back in his gaming chair, leaving his controller on the desk. “Well since you interrupted practice, I think it’s only fair you give us something in return, isn't that right Kenma”

“Suna makes a good point. I treated you so well last night cause we both knew I would be busy until later tonight, and I wouldn’t be able to give you the attention you need.” His slender fingers weave through your hair at the base of your scalp before pulling hard, exposing your throat for his friends to see. His nose softly traces your sensitive skin, inhaling your scent, “I let you cum all night long, but here you are with your greedy little cunt rubbing itself against me trying to get off”

“Maybe you need to be more mean with her, she should know better than to come in here if she isn’t going to make herself useful”

“You hear that?” Kenma’s other hand travels up your sweater and pinches your hardened nipple making you hiss in pain. “Should I listen to Osamu and be extra mean to you so you learn how to act?”

All three boys are now smirking at you but that just makes your body more aroused. Your pussy is throbbing and it takes everything in you not to start grinding on his leg. You feel him flex his muscles and you can't help but to cry out as the additional pressure on your clit sends an electric shot throughout your body.

“The poor baby can’t even respond”, Suna chuckles and pretends to pout “you are just a dumb little whore, aren’t you y/n?”

You let out a whine as your eyes meet Kenma’s. His cold stare alone asserts dominance over you and without thinking your hand reaches out to touch him. You feel a sharp pain as he smacks your hand away, “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me kitten”. He yanks his hand back from your hair causing you to jerk forwards and grab a hold of the desk for balance. “We all know you won’t get allowed to cum later on but you will put on a show for us and prove you aren't just a useless slut”. He leans back with one arm resting on his armrest, “shall we make things interesting boys?”

Osamu stares intensely at you before laughing in your face, “Yea, let’s see if she can prove herself. If she can’t, I don’t think she deserves anything tonight”

“Y/n can be more than just Kozume’s dumb fuck, right? You gonna put on a show for us?”

Your mouth parted and eyes wide, you whip your head back to meet your boyfriends but he only smirks at you. “You have eight minutes kitten. Your hands stay on the desk and I won’t be touching you. If we hear a peep slip out of your lips, you lose. You better ride my thigh like you’re chasing the last orgasm you’ll ever have because if you fail to cum, I will edge you all night long to the brink of insanity, but all you can do is watch me fuck my fist instead.”

Osamu and Suna are rubbing themselves through their sweats as they snicker at our boyfriends rules. They continue to tease you but all you can focus on is the way Kenma is looking at you. He reaches back to tie his hair into a low bun and bounces his leg lightly, “are you ready?” he asks with his eyebrows slightly raised and a smirk. All you can do is nod back in his direction as you feel him flexing his thigh. He reaches for his phone and you watch as he sets a timer for eight minutes, “alright kitty….start”.

Your legs squeeze around your boyfriend's thigh as you begin to roll your hips. You shimmy yourself forwards a little bit so your clit can press against the base of his quads every time you rock forwards. Kenma was right, you're so wet it’s almost embarrassing how your own juices have lubricated your folds. Even against the fabric of his sweats, your pussy is drenched with your own arousal, helping you grind against his leg with ease. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying your hardest to control your breathing so the overwhelming pressure doesn’t cause you to moan out loud.

You can hear the two boys teasing and laughing at how filthy you really are but all you can think about is chasing that O. The noises coming from your riding, the way your juices have dampened his pants, making a wet slapping noise every time you rock. Your fingers are gripping his desk hard and all you can do is throw your head back, chest heaving, trying to swallow your whines as you start to feel the tension building in your stomach. “I can feel the way your pussy is twitching every time you rock forwards, sometimes close isn’t she?” Kenma moves forwards and speaks softly by your ear, “You only have three more minutes, why don’t you let us hear your pretty voice hmm?”

“Oh y/n, you look like you’re close to cumming, we’ve never heard you this quiet before. I bet it would feel even better if you moaned for us”

“Suna and I always talk about how pretty and desperate you sound, let us hear you”

The constant egging didn’t help but it definitely made you more needy. They all knew how loud you were when Kenma would stuff you full and just as you let out a heavy breath, your boyfriend flexes his muscles. Your mouth falls open as you roll faster, knowing your orgasm will happen soon. The way his thigh feels against your slick folds should be illegal, it shouldn’t feel this good before he even touches you.

“Oh I think someones going to cum, show us how you fall apart. Ride my fucking thigh and imagine how much better it would be if my cock was in your needy hole”. Kenma now palming against his dick as he watches your eyebrows furrow, your eyes squeeze tight, your cheeks glowing , the baby hairs sticking to your forehead, all while you bite down on your bottom lip trying your hardest to keep all your noises inside. You look absolutely stunning to him, falling apart over his leg. He keeps flexing his thigh at a fast pace to help you reach your high, no longer caring about the challenge. He’s so mesmerized by the way your pussy feels as it’s throbbing, and how your legs squeeze harder against his as you completely come undone.

You can hear the boys let out soft moans as you cum all over your boyfriend's thigh with a force that even you’re surprised about.

“Fuck Kenma, you get to see that every time?”

The timer goes off and you limp over the desk, “fuck off Suna, consider yourself lucky the two of you got to get off to her”, he says with a smile on his face.

“We know we’re very lucky,” Osamu says chuckling, “ thank you y/n, we’ll definitely win our 3v3 later”

Kenma looks over at you and pulls you close to him. He slips his hand under the sweater and rubs your back, “you did so well baby, I’m surprised you didn’t make a sound”

“Promise I did good? D-does this mean I get to cum later?”

“You really think I’m going to forget why this all happened in the first place? You just came all over me and you’re already thinking about getting stuffed huh” he cradles your face with a faint smile on his face. “You did so well, so we’ll see” and presses a kiss on your lips, “for now, you can stay here for the next while and sit in embarrassment as they continue to tease you about you cumming just from my thigh”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#hq smut #hq x reader #hq #kenma kuzome #kenma #kenma smut #suna smut #suna #suna rintarō #osamu #osamu miya #osamu smut #dark #tw exhibitionism #tw cyber sex

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deniigi · 3 years

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I have been thinking about Luke and the covert? Like interactions with Din’s siblings, Paz and co. in their home is currently taking up space in my brain. I just wanna pick your brain and see what your thoughts are ❤️ I love its called a Flush!

Ooooh now this is good question.

(So I was thinking that after 13 chapters for It's Called a Flush, I can finally let the Troublemaker Fam meet some of Din's people, so stay tuned for that.)

I'm gonna split this up between the Flush Verse and Finding the Lost because those are two very different Lukes and coverts, lol.

Finding the Lost Verse:

Paz is the chairman of the Anti-Jedi committee in this verse. When Din brings him home, the first thing Paz does is try to start a fight. The slow spinning rooster-shaped weathervane in Luke's mind starts picking up speed when he's met with this, of course.

He def tries to end the fight.

He def gets taken out and sat on by his husband before he does the hand thing and terrifies the whole community.

Din bans the use of the Force until basic greetings have been accomplished, but the second he looks away, Luke does Force things with the foundlings and secures their ever-lasting fascination.

Din's siblings (both his generational ones and the Armorer's other foundlings) aren't really sure what to make of Luke of this verse. Like, on the one hand, he and Shimmol have a lot in common with their dark sense of humor, but on the other hand, Luke is essentially an all-powerful mountain mover in the shape of a stick bug.

It takes time before Eegang and Vok feel comfortable turning their backs on him. It takes Sotra, Eegang's not-wife, less time because she witnesses one Din-Luke circular, emotionally constipated argument and realizes that Luke's reputation precedes him. The real Luke has very few needs, is highly independent, and runs on an internal logic that will take years to figure out.

What he definitely isn't is malicious. So she give him her and Eegang's youngest baby and decides she's off.

Luke and Jhuvac get on like a house on fire.

It's Called a Flush Verse:

So this is whole different ballpark because I've set the covert up differently.

In this verse, the covert Mandalorians work in pairs, one as Provider (the person who goes out and hunts bounties) and one as Protector (the person who ensures the safety of the provider). And Paz is Din's Protector, so they're much, much closer.

Paz in this verse is also Force Sensitive and sees Luke about once a week for a 30min-1hr meditation session so the ocean in his head settles down a bit.

They're cool with each other. Perfectly fine. After some growing pains (I.e. Luke establishing dominance) they've sort of come to a hazy friendship where Paz gets indigestion watching Luke live his truth, but doesn't actively try to intervene in it. (Luke's truth, for folks who haven't read this verse, involves getting arrested for traffic violations and eating crab apples straight).

Paz knows deep down that eventually Luke is going to meet their covert, but he's having fun watching Din do everything in his power to keep that from happening.

When it eventually does happen, I think Luke is really going to vibe with Ban, the covert founders' heir. He's extremely high-energy and gutsy and I feel like that's going to resonate with Luke big time. Of course, Ban doesn't trust him as far as he can throw him because Luke's still a jedi and Ban has big plans to eat him alive.

Not that you'd know that. Especially with the Armorer shushing everyone when they start saying shit that she thinks might be offensive to the Jedi.

He's ''''sensitive''' she will say. No one touch him. No one means no one. He will break. Look at his exposed skin and lack of padding.

Din's older siblings look at Luke like 'oh, he found someone terrifyingly like him' and are both amused to see Din having to chase Luke around where they once had to chase him, but also saddened at the realization that this ancestral enemy has no one left but the nemesis of his people. They pity Luke and so try to talk him up as this big Jedi while he 100% tells them that he's a disgrace to it, but that's okay because he makes the rules now.

So yeah, that's sort of where those two flavors of Luke-Covert interactions are right now. We will see how they evolve.

#luke skywalker #dinluke #the armorer #the mandalorian #the covert #fic

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erensslut01 · 3 years

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Eiffel Tower

Pairing: Eren x Female! Reader X Armin

Genres: Smut

Warning: sexual content

Summary: the title says it all

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You sat beside your boyfriend and his bestfriend. The three of you had agreed to watch a movie today. Mikasa was supposed to come too, but she was busy helping her uncle with his tea shop.

They picked a sexual movie, by they you meant Eren. He didn’t want to watch a sappy romance movie, a kids horror movie, or any drama.

You glanced at Armin from the corner of your eye seeing his cheeks dust a pink color. As guilty as it made you feel, you’ve always wanted to taste him, dominate him. He was so easy to tease it was almost a shame that weren’t able to. The way he look so flustered by watching the Mc kiss in the movie made your heart flutter.

Armin has grown into a full adult after highschool. The three of you now becoming adults. Meaning you three needed more sexual pleasures.

But you couldn’t fuck Armin. You were dating Eren, armin was his best friend!

You slightly tugged down your shorts which were slowly going up and into your ass. It was annoying, but Eren insisted that you wear it.

The lights were off, the only source being the TV and the moon illuminating through the open window. The couch you sat on was small, so the three of you were basically squashed together. You can feel both of their hot breathes against your skin, sending goosebumps. It was making you crazy, your mind becoming hazy with each breath that tickled your skin.

Eren, of course, caught on. He wasn’t here for the stupid movie, he knew exactly what he wanted. But he wanted it to play out. Eren makes sure he always gets what he wants. Always.

Your cheeks reddened at the scene. Your mind disconnected from your body, causing you to miss half of it. The two main characters were in their room already getting it on. The moans, the dominate words, the handsom MC.

Your subconsciously squeezed your thighs together. Eren’s arm slightly twitched at your focused attention towards the male actor. Your eyes trialing from his ‘hot’ body to his dick.

Armin glanced at Eren who’s attention was on you. Armin couldn’t pay attention to the movie. Not when he’s sitting next to you. Of course, he couldn’t make a move on his best friends girlfriend! That breaks the bro-code!

But he wanted you first. He wanted you ever since you transferred to their school, but as always he fell behind Eren. Eren made the first move and got you in the end. His confidence was something Armin envied.

Why didn’t I have any? Just a pinch of confidence would suffice.

He wanted to hold you, kiss you, and even taste you. His Adam Apple moved in his throat while gulping nervously. Your legs were pulled towards your chest as you hugged them. Your head resting on your knees, ignoring the fact that your shorts were exposing half of your ass.

Armin wanted to be selfish for once. He wanted to lick your body, bite, and mark. He may not seem it, but he can be dominate when he wants to, he can be rough. Just as rough as Eren. Maybe even more.

Eren smirked at his best friend. Already understanding what he wanted to do to you, even without him having to speak. Armin hadn’t caught on to Eren. The blonde thought he hid his feelings for you well, but he could never get past Eren when his feelings considered you.

A left groan left your lips causing both boys to look at you. Your chest heaved fast as your eyes focused on the screen. The part was getting intense and so was your throbbing core.

You wanted to experience the pure ecstasy that the female character was feeling, even if it was fake. You wanted to feel it.

Whether it was Armin or Eren. Or both!

Suddenly you felt Erens hand wrapped around your neck, “ what’s wrong?” if you weren’t looking at him you would’ve believed that he was concerned. But his devilish smirk threw all concern out the window.

“ Nothing” your voice was low, barely a whisper. You were afraid that if you spoke loudly your throbbing would get worse. Your breath was slightly quivering, Armin noticed.

He didn’t say anything. But his eyes spoke a million words.

I want to touch you. Kiss you. Fuck you. Slap you. I want to do so much to you. I want to hit that one spot that Eren isn’t able to hit. I want to fuck both of your holes while you cry out in both pain and pleasure.

His mind created scenarios of how he wanted to destroy you. Guilt immediately over washed him, but he pushed it aside.

If Eren couldn’t satisfy you and left you needy, similar to right now. Then Armin would make a move.

Suddenly a gasp left your lips, “ E-Eren stop!” you whisper yelled to the brown haired male. His fingers trialing from your exposed legs and hovered over your sensitive pussy. His green eyes staring directly into Armin, “ don’t you want to touch her? Look at how needy she is” Erens sudden request sent him jolting, “ touch her? You can’t be serious. Shes your girlfriend”

It was an odd request. Who would want another man to fuck their girlfriend? Certainly not Armin. He wouldn’t even want another man breathing around you.

Your cheeks reddened, “ Eren stop it! You’re making him uncomfortable” although you said to stop you didn’t want him too. The both of you had established a safe word that was to be used if either of you had went to far.

Armin knew that of course, Eren has told him everything. From the way your face twists, the way your pussy drips with not only yours, but his cum as well. From the way you sing his name, throat becoming dry and hoarse. Eren never left out a single detail.

He wanted his friend to get turned on, he wanted a reaction out of Armin... he wanted Armin to fuck you.

And that’s exactly why Eren suggested a sudden movie night. Both you and the blonde had pieced it it together. You didn’t know how Armin felt, but you were feeling venereal. The thought of not only one, but two! Dicks inside of you has you buoyant.

It was as if the universe heard your thoughts. Your thoughts of being fucked senseless. Your thoughts of wanting to fuck the beautiful blonde.

Armin on the other hand was nervous. He wanted to accept the request. He wanted to run his hands through your body. He wanted to prove to you that he can make your body feel 20x better than Eren has.

And that’s what he was about to do. Erens smirk only widened once he caught on to Armins determined blue eyes.

You expected the blonde to reject the offer and leave, but to your surprise he grabbed your neck and pulled you towards him. Crashing his soft, kissable lips onto yours. Your heart began to beat violently against your ribcage. You expected Eren to jump forward and punch him, but to your surprise he stayed in his spot.

Your boyfriend was protective, really protective. Whether it was a female or a male that looked at you, he made sure that they knew you were his. He’d prove it by fucking you in the changing room, leaving hickeys on your body in the cafeteria, even grabbing your ass while walking in a crowd. Eren didn’t care as long as everyone knew you were his.

Thus, this is why he’s letting Armin fuck you. He wasn’t going to lie, he wanted to see his best friend ram his dick inside of you. He wanted to hear you call out another name that wasn’t Eren. To see you from a different prospective. The thought has crossed his mind multiple times, but he didn’t want to push you too far. That was until you asked him a week ago what his opinion was on a threesome. From there he was sure you wanted it.

He had asked as well, if you were fine with the idea. And your answer made it all clear,

“ I want too. I want to have a threesome.”

The mischief behind your eyes has caused his dick to throb. He wanted to enjoy a new you.

You moaned into Armins mouth as he gently tightened his grip around your neck, the pressure causing your throbbing cunt to worsen.

You had assumed some of his kinks, but choking wasn’t one you thought he’d enjoy.

You slowly opened your eyes, the kiss finally stopping so the both of you can breath. A trail of saliva connected from both of your tongues followed after him as he pulled away. Your heart leaped once you caught a smirk on his face.

The room was silent, the only sound being your breathing and the TV which you noticed Eren has lowered the volume,

“ Go easy on her, Armin.”

As if on cue, the blonde has picked you up with ease and placed you on his lap.

Eren shifted in his seat, giving him the full view of both of you. Your thighs straddled his muscular ones. Your eyes wide with both, shock and lust.

Armin savored the moment now becoming a memory of the past.

“ can I...touch you?” he was hesitant, his breathing now increasing with speed and volume.

You nodded your hands slowly moving around his chest. You felt everything. All his muscles and biceps.

It was a good thing that Eren has dragged him to boxing classes.

Armins cold fingers moved up your thighs, causing a gasp to emit from your throat.

His sapphire eyes never leaving your face. Sucking every reaction that you gave.

Eren watched with a smirk. His dick begged him to join the two of you, but it wasn’t time. Not yet.

His hands proceeded to move up, finally at your ass. His hands went under your shorts. His thumb rubbing gentle circles while giving it a tight squeeze. He was quick to dive into your neck. Placing butterfly kisses all over your exposed collarbone.

You whimpered against his ear, your hips slowly riding his clothed cock. He groaned into your movement and began to suck against your skin.

Unlike Eren, he was quick enough to find your spot. The one spot that caused your body to flinch and for you to clench your eyes tightly.

Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly while squeezed your thighs against his. He could feel your whole body squeezing against him, your boobs coming close to his chest as he felt them bounce against his black shirt.

Your back arched while your felt his hands continuing to squeeze and rub your ass. His hips bucking against your drenched cunt while sucking against your skin.

Is this really his first time?

Eren watched the both of you with hawk eyes, he didn’t even blink. He didn’t want to miss any reaction coming out of you. Who knew watching his girlfriend getting fucked by his best friend was so...hot.

A loud moan left your lips, feeling a familiar knot in your stomach, “ Don't let her cum, Armin.” Eren warned. Leaning his head into his palm.

Armin nodded placing both hands onto your hips and slamming you back onto his cock. This caused him to groan.

Your felt your knot disappearing causing disappointment to cross your features, “ I was so close!”

Eren growled, “ You'll do as you’re told.” You immediately shut your mouth.

Armin has discovered a new you. A submissive Y/n. How captivating.

“ Relax, Eren” Armin said while running his tongue against your neck, “ I’ll be taking control from here”

Although Eren wanted to be the one to command the both of you, he wanted to see what his best friend would do without his commands, “ fine.”

Armin smirked, “ great”

With a gasp you felt your body being lifted. Armin had his hands wrapped around your thighs while hoisting you upward. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. You then noticed how strong he really was. His lips connected with yours once again, you immediately melted into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. Moans leaving your lips, encouraging him to continue. His tongue glazed across your bottom lip, wanting access which you gladly granted. Your felt yourself entering a new surrounding, you didn’t bother looking. You knew where you were.

You gasped once again as your body was thrown onto the bed both you and Eren shared. You laid helplessly underneath Armin. Your body sprawled out beneath him with your hair messy. Flusted face and lustful eyes. He wanted to fuck you all over, leaving you filled with his bruises and his cum.

Eren soon followed after and entered the room. Taking a seat at the desk chair. His attention already on the two of you.

“ Tell me...” he leaned forward, using his arms as support to hold his weight over your body. Making sure not to crush you.

Your breath hitched, you felt like a prey being watched by a predator. You were about to be devoured.

Armins sky-blue eyes never broke contact with you, “ ...what you want?”

You remained silent for a while. Your mind yelling at you to tell him how to please you, step by step. But you wanted to know what he would do to you. So you said,

“You...”

His eyes flashed in excitement. His knee rubbing against your drenched pussy, “ come on, Armin. Don’t you see how needy she is? Quit teasing her”

Armin narrowed his eyes at the male, “ I thought I told you that I’m taking command. Talk again and I’ll make sure you’re the one who’s getting fucked next”

This caused both you and your boyfriend to feel butterflies. Eren smirked, but didn’t utter a word.

You were breathless, amazed, and afraid of how he was going to treat you. His gaze was hungry, thirsty, and needy.

This wasn't the same Armin you knew.

His thumb started at the bottom of your lip, slightly tugging it before inserting his pointed finger in your mouth. Soon entering his middle finger as well. He watched with lustful eyes at how you obediently sucked his fingers. Your warm tongue swirling around his wet fingers as your hot breath sent shivers down his spin, “ You’re such a good girl...” he rested his body above your knees, making sure not to apply his whole weight on you.

His thighs bestride your legs as his free hand began to trail around your body. You felt his fingers trailed around your neck and all over the bruises, “ what a work of art you are...”

Your stomach fluttered at the compliment, “ I want to destroy you” it fluttered again, “ I want to watch your face twist in both pain and pleasure while I fuck you senseless.”

You moaned against his fingers as you felt him circle around your hardened nipples, “ No bra? What a dauntless slut you are”

With one swift motion he threw the shirt over your body and shoved his fingers back into your mouth. You gagged before proceeding to suck again.

Eren sat in his seat while rubbing his clothed budge. This was...invigorating. For all three of you.

His hands laid upon your exposed breasts, his mouth immediately on your right nipple, sucking and licking the button.

Your legs shifted underneath him. Your back arch once more when you felt him beginning to bite.

He shifted his whole left leg against your legs, holding them down.

You felt cursed whispered leave your lips while you watched the sight. His blue eyes remained open and on you, his blonde hair resting above his eyebrows while watching you squirm underneath him, begging him to fuck you.

He dreamt of this, you begging for him, needing him. Armin wasn’t confident for anything, but for once in his life...he was confident enough to believe that he will make you feel much better than Eren ever has.

“ Armin please...I-I can’t anymore. I need you, please!” your begging began to increase, but he ignored you.

With a smirk and a short huff, he buried his face in between your tits, a savage look in his eyes as both hands rested on your boobs. He played with them while squeezing both breasts against his face, “ tell me what you want, baby. How much do you want me to fuck you?” his blue eyes flickered to Eren with so much confidence that caused Eren to smirk. His cock uncomfortably pushing against his now tight sweats.

“ do you want me to destroy you?” he continued, his torso leaning against your open legs while resting his head on your breast, his tongue trailing up your boobs and sucking on your nipple. His smirk still on his face while half of his face while hidden in your breast.

A confident look in his eyes. This was an Armin you’ve never seen before. Oh, how much it turned you on.

You continued to beg, you were needy, you wanted him, you wanted him so bad. You didn’t care if your boyfriend was watching, you didn’t even beg for Eren like this.

“ Armin! Please!”

Armin nodded, “ then let me get you started.

His fingers trailed towards the hem of your shorts before pulling them down, “ no underwear either? Were you expecting this to happen?” he teased before aligning his face with your drenching cunt, “ you’re so wet...” his thumb rested on your clit, slowly pressing against it.

You moaned, “ Armin!” he loved it. He loved the begging. It was his name and not Erens.

His grabbed your thighs tightly and threw them over his shoulder. His eyes flickering over to your desperate figure. His tongue slowly left his mouth before pressing against your entrance, ever so slowly trailing up to your clit.

His tongue circled against it which sent jolts throughout your body. His warm wet muscle continued to pleasure you, your hands immediately flying towards his hair, pushing him into you even more. His ears were filled with the sound of your lewd wetness and moans.

If only he was to make the first move, he would’ve had this all to himself. You gasped feeling a familiar knot, “ Armin~ Armin~ Armin! Ah~ I’m so close! I’m so close- AH! Right there!”

Your moans loudened, encouraging him to continue. He took note of where to lick, sending you over the edge. To help you come, he entered both fingers inside of you. Thrusting slowly before picking up his pace. You began to cry in pleasure. Your chest shaking while your boobs bounced with each breath. Eren has taken his dick out of his sweats and began to thrust his cock in his hand, slowly building up speed.

Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes. You continued to cry out to him. Encouraging him to go faster, deeper. His fingers were longer than Erens, and a big skinner, but faster.

Maybe it’s because he games.

You clenched a fistful of his hair while arching your back like crazy. A loud pleasurable moan left your lips as you coated his face with your juices.

He made sure to slurp and lick every single liquid that exited your body. Your legs shook as you stared at his figure with hazy eyes.

He licked his lips with a smirk before getting up. Moving towards Eren before taking his shirt off. His back muscles flexing as he threw his shirt to the side. Eren maintained eye contact while continuing to thrust his cock. Armin smirked before grabbing a fistful of Erens hair, pulling his head back.

Armin stuck his tongue out which revealed a bit of your juices before going down to his mouth, forcing his tongue into Erens mouth which he gladly accepted. Your felt your throbbing cunt begin to drench once again at the sight.

Armin was making out with your boyfriend, and it was so fucking hot. Eren flinched against Armins lips as he felt his climax reaching. Eren pushed away with a moan as he climxed onto his stomach and biceps. Armin only smirked, continuing to pull his hair.

“ open your mouth” Eren did as told. Only for Armin to spit in his mouth. Your stomach fluttered, “ your girlfriend tastes so fucking good. “

His blue piercing eyes flickered towards you, “ Get over here. “ with shaky jelly legs you struggled to move forward. Moving towards Armins reach, he grabbed your hair and pushed you against your now naked boyfriend.

You sat on your knees. Your hands against Erens thighs as Armin stood behind you, “ clean him up”

It was exciting. Armin had both you and your boyfriend under his command, it was exhilarating.

With your ass raised in the air you began to lick your boyfriend clean. Eren affectionately caressed your hair as he watched you lick his seeds off of his stomach, your tongue trailing all over his body.

Once you were finished Armin forced you into your legs and pushed you against Eren. Who instantly wrapped his arms against your waist. Your eyes widened once you understood the position.

They were both about to enter inside of you.

The chair was high enough to have Armin enter inside of your pussy as Eren positioned to enter your ass.

With one shift motion they both entered inside of you causing you to scream. Your threw your head back onto Eren’s shoulder while your chest heaved, “ G-give me...fuck... a minute”

The boys nodded, understanding. Eren has fucked your asshole before but it’s been a while since then. Armin was a little longer than your boyfriend, but a bit skinner.

While adjusting the boys began to deliver soft kisses around your body. Eren left soft kisses against your exposed shoulder while Armin kissed your neck. The intense affection sending you on cloud 9.

With a nod, the two began to move. The size difference sending you crazy. Your boyfriend was thicker than Armin, spreading your asshole out even more.

Moan after moan, you could barely breath. You struggled between picking the two boys names, only making out gibberish. Your mind was hazy and in a daze, you couldn’t think.

You glanced down at your pussy to see Armin thrusting in you deeply, pushing against that one spot Eren wasn’t able to touch.

You jolted and screamed once more causing Eren and Armin to growl against your tight clenching, “ F-fuck! Ease up” Armin yelled before slapping your tit. The pain increased your speed of climaxing, “ how does it feel Armin? To feel her wet warm pussy around your cock?” Eren asked causing Armin to huff, “ fucking awesome. What a greedy best friend you are. Keeping your sexy girlfriend all to yourself.”

Your loud moan caused the two to stop conversing and watch the way you began to shake, “ she’s close” Eren groaned. Both increasing their speed. Eren tightened his grip around you waist to help you seated against his lap while you clenched the arm seat. Your mouth hung open, causing Armin to lean forward and kiss you, his tongue exploring your wet cavern while pushing deeper inside of you. You were sure he dug a hole inside of you.

His hand then traveled to your stomach, slightly pressing against it, “ I can feel myself...rearranging your guts”

With clenched eyes you came, Armin keeping his lips on yours as Eren kept his on your neck.

Although you came, the two continued. Fucking your sensitive ass and pussy, “ we’re not done yet!” Eren said before picking up his pace. Armin growled and picked up your legs, placing them around his waist while digging deeper inside of you.

“you’re such a slut. How does it feel to get fucked by your boyfriend and his best friend? You’ll fuck anybody, won’t you? Taking two cocks at the same time.”

You moaned, “ y-yes! I’m a slut. I’m both of your sluts. Fuck me! Fuck me!”

You felt your climax coming once again, but this time the two boys were about to cum as well.

“ Arg!” you moaned loudly coming again, Armin and Eren came inside of you while biting down against your shoulder, you swore it was probably bleeding from how hard they bit.

“ shit...I came inside of her...” your hearing slowly faded as your eyelids began to droop, “ it’s fine. She’s taking her pills.”

You flinched feeling your body being lifted, “ you did well...” your e/c eyes watching both Eren and Armin lay beside you on the bed with gentle smiles. You wanted to speak but your throat was dry and hurting, “ get some sleep...you’re probably tired”

You felt Armin wrap his arms around you as Eren did the same.

The feeling is pure ecstasy leaving your body and you snuggled into Armins chest, pulling Erens around around you tightly.

You truly felt like the main character from the movie you three were watching.

#armin arlert #eren yaeger x reader #smut #lemon #aot x reader

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ghooostbaby · 3 years

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since people seem to be confused ... let’s take a look at the final sex scene of the novel (before the extras) & all the multitude of ways wei wuxian and lan wangji establish consent with each other throughout, part 2

Lil’ Apple was flabbergasted. Even his apple-chewing mouth was left hanging. He was as frozen as donkey statue. Soon, Lil’ Apple was no longer able to hold up Wei WuXian. Lan WangJi held his back with his left hand and knees with his right. At once, he carried Wei WuXian off of the donkey.

As he wished, Wei WuXian was pinned onto the ground and smooched for a long while.

I just want to appreciate "as he wished"! So far, Lan WangJi is very carefully doing as commanded.

One take I've seen that mxtx doesn't understand or doesn't care about consent and these scenes that show a lack of consent or imperfect consent are unhealthy.

I would say she very intentionally shows instances where there isn't full consent that comes out of the context of the story / universe, and shows the characters dealing with it, trying to resolve it, figure out a way to be with each other and want each other and allow each other full agency, in world where that is difficult to achieve. She definitely doesn't bust out a ragey dominant having his way with someone and go, look how sexy! And not address it in any way.

And I would hope these people don't think a "healthy relationship" means never making any mistakes ever, rather than fucking up and talking about it and learning from it ...

Speaking of this, can you think of any relationship either of them witnessed as they were growing up that did that? You know... communicated healthily? Certainly not the people who raised them ... It's not just them discovering how to love each other as two men in a society which looks down on that, but just inventing how a decent relationship looks like completely from scratch! It's going to be a process fraught with mistakes, listening to each other, and adapting to each others desires and needs.

And it's kind of what the whole book is about - the social system from before didn't work and caused a lot of harm, but how do you imagine new possibilities you've never experienced? Its the same process as the juniors trying to find a way to bond with each other across clan boundaries to do away with the old system that you only "protect your own".

And so! Let us give MXTX her full credit for how she intentionally writes Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian, about to start having sex for the first time fully aware that the other does truly want them, stopping to have a conversation to address the nonconsensual kiss on Phoenix Mountain.

Suddenly, he exclaimed, “Wait, wait!”

Lan WangJi, “What?”

Wei WuXian squinted, “I suddenly have a feeling…”

Woods, bushes, grass, forceful motions, intertwined tongues. It felt like deja vu. He thought for a while. It felt more familiar the more he thought about it.

He concluded that he had to ask the question, and tried, “The hunt at Phoenix Mountain, the time I covered my eyes, Lan Zhan, you…?”

#wangxian #mdzs

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heliosthegriffin · 3 years

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“Fearless Leader! I challenge you over leadership of team JNPR, accept or forever be a nerd!” Nora shouts at Jaune from on top of the lunch table, standing on his lunch, absolutely ruining Jaune’s nuggies.

Murmurs overtook the cafeteria at her proclamation, it was bold challenge indeed and one if ignored would permanently label Jaune as a nerd. Many people looked at Jaune as if he would bolt from the cafeteria in fear or as if he would crack immediately and surrender the title of leader to Nora so that he may not face her wrath, not that many would blame him, Nora hits hard. But to their surprise, Jaune merely smirked at her challenge, a new wave of murmurs rippling outward.

Jaune had been anticipating it for weeks that Nora would challenge him for leadership of team JNPR, so he wasn’t surprised she had finally did so. He wasn’t surprised she wanted to be Leader, it could be pretty fun at times and he saw how much she wanted to be Queen of the team , he was also pretty sure she wanted that crown he made of twigs, twine and, duct tape he wore in his spare time.

“Very well Nora, consider your challenge accepted.” Jaune said with a warm, smooth confidence.

Nora rocked back as if struck, not expecting this level of nonchalance from her friend and leader. Sure, she knew he would accept her challenge, he had far too much pride not too. But, for him to smile and welcome it? It threw her off guard.

A beaming smile came easily though, this just made it all more exciting.

“Very well, soon to be Fearful of me Leader, I will await in the Emerald forest for you, be there or be square!”

“Count on, it Nora.” Between the eyes of the blond and the ginger, one could swear they saw lightning hopping between them.

Ren signed tiredly, and Pyrrha looked torn between blushing at Jaune’s sudden confidence, and smiling warmly at Nora’s antics.

Yang was watching intently on the two, Ruby looked anxious, Weiss looked on wondering how her life became so insane, and Blake was already writing in her notebook.

The challenge was a serious matter, one he wasn’t letting it go without a fight, he worked really hard on the Crown of Juniper and he’d be damned if some upstart took it from him! ... And, he was the only one with leadership skills out of the four of them, he guessed. There was also the matter of Nora getting bored by afternoon and hand the reigns back over to him, but that would still be most of a day with Nora in charge of team JNPR, and while he may love that insane girl he did not want to clean up the mess after letting her lead.

What did surprise him was the fact she had waited long enough for him to find his semblance before challenging him, that was kind of her. Too, bad he was all out of mercy today. The Crown was his and his alone!

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Jaune and Nora stared at each other, standing twenty feet apart from each other in a dirt circle thirty feet in diameter. Surrounding them was a crowd of people who turned out to watch them.

Jaune stood tall and proudly with his hair moving in the faint breeze, with the way the sun hit his face he could have been confused for a warrior-prince of old. Though, it was to be noted, only thing covering his body was a baby blue robe.

Nora faced Jaune with her arms crossed somehow managing to look down on him despite nearly being a foot and half shorter. Her turquoise eyes glittering with mischief like a the old Trickster spirits of old. Interestingly enough, she too only wore a robe, hers a pretty cherry blossom pink.

Goodwitch, and Winter Schnee, stood facing the two juggernauts of personality that were her students.

“Strip!” The two yelled out unison.

With that the robes dropped, and the crowd went wild, as nothing could obscure their sight of the Nora and Jaunes naked bodies any longer.

Pyrrha, Velvet, Coco, Ruby, and so many others turned red in the face screaming in ecstasy. The level of excitement in the crowd could not be measured by mere words.

Ren was taking a nap in the dorm, Weiss was sleeping with him; White Lotus for life, Bitches!

Goodwitch and Winter then held up their hands silencing the crowd, and said together, “FOR THE LOVE OF THE GAME!” Holding up a bottle of baby oil.

Goodwitch approached Jaune with a maniac look in her eyes and Winter Schnee did the same to Nora. Using their semblances they covered each and every inch of the two’s superhuman physiques! Making them glisten and glow in the sunlight, highlighting their beauty to a godly extent!

Many in the crowd could no longer take it and fainted on the spot, in fact so vast was the spell put on them, even those in Mistral, Atlas, and Vacuo trembled in ecstasy knowing something freaking hot was happening. Half the crowd then fainted, Pyrrha and Ruby were just one of the many casualties.

Winter and Glynda scurried quickly out of the arena to join the screaming masses as the Jaune and Nora began stretching, knowing their job done.

Nora rolled her shoulders, hopping in place. “Last chance to back out, Jaune. I won’t think any less of you.”

Jaune arched his back, his hands on his hips, stretching till he heard a gratifying pop. “Oh? Is that mercy from the queen, I hear? How rare. I’m afraid I have to refuse,” Jaunes eyes narrowed a Nora’s own. “A king never backs down.”

Nora’s smile could cut a man down. “Oh well, I tried.” And then she crushed two apple sized lightning dust crystals in her hands, lightning dancing across her body, eyes and hair which shot up like a middle finger to gravity, and she shivered in masochistic pleasure. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” She cracks her neck. “When I win, I’m snorting that shit off your dick!”

Jaune stomps a foot down, a shock-wave sending dust flying away from him, as he squared up, his aura flaring as he amped up it up. “Don’t threaten me with a good time Nora, you’ll just make me fight harder~”

“Hehehe,” Then with a crack of thunder, the ground where Nora once stood crumpled, a series of foot prints broke the ground in a straight towards Jaune before Nora blurred into sight before Jaune throwing a right jab at his jaw!

Jaune however felt more than saw her, as his aura dangled a spider thin thread of awareness of where Nora was coming. Tilting his head to the side avoiding the jab, and then bringing up his left arm to block her left cross.

He put up his guard as she had him on the defensive, as Nora sent a avalanche of jabs to prod his defense. He felt her tiny, dense hands hit his aura clad arms like a automatic shotgun! Each blow sending him inching ever so slightly back.

But, his defense held, no matter the number of punches she could send, she couldn’t break his defense yet! So he waits and watched for her to over extend.

Nora felt a flash of danger in her aura sense, and jumped back over ten feet just as Jaune nearly grabbed her wrist, a move that would have left her at the mercy of his superior reach.

Jaune saw his chance and rushed Nora, sending his own valley of jabs, but keeping the superior range of his arms in account to send punches that put him a much lower risk than she was by staying out of her reach.

Nora chose to block the first set of jabs, and instantly regretted it, as Jaune may have been much slower than Nora sending out maybe one punch per five of her own, his superior range, mass, and aura amplification let him hit almost five times harder than her! Each of his hands glowing with primordial light, each hit releasing a shock wave of sheer force, each punch feeling like a artillery shell from an Atlas Warship, and they only grew harder to endure as she could feel Jaune’s aura amping higher and higher.

Nora made a tactical decison to keep herself in the fight, and let one punch hit her downward into the chest, just as she leaned back and jumped! She was launched across the arena, but that’s what she wanted, to get space.

She wiped out across the dirt, but soon regained control, and clawed her hands into the dirt and pulled herself into a crouch. She focused her electric power and her semblance, shifting her allocation of power from strength to speed, stamina, and reflexes. She just couldn’t hit hard enough to fight Jaune on equal ground without Magnihild, but weapons weren’t allowed in Leadership Challenges, but she could definitely out speed him and possibly, out last him, and if nothing else leverage her superior fighting experience to win.

Jaune felt more than saw her change in stance, as a gust of wind hit him and with it what felt like a thousand hits to his solar plexus. A gasp was forced out him, as his amped up danger sense could no longer keep track of Nora. He re-speced near instantly and put his perception into defense, he couldn’t keep track of Nora and defend against at the same time. He crouched and guarded letting her hit like a lightning.

But, so what if she was lightning? He’d be the earth that grounded her!

He could feel her chipping away at his aura, even as he amped its regeneration. He smiled with pride, but knew he couldn’t play defensive forever. She’d wear him down.

Nora hit him with everything she had, making sure to hit consecutively in the same spot so he’d really feel it. But, it didn’t feel like she was making a real dent in his reserves. Then she saw it, a slight tremble in his left calf.

She lunged forward and kick his tree trunk of leg a dozen-dozen times, then it went flying like she wanted. Jaune’s body leaving the earth, she smirked, didn’t matter how good your defense was, if you’re in the air you’re at gravity's mercy, and gravity is a bitch.

Nora got behind him and put her power into strength again and let him have it. Throwing him up sky high, Jaune disappearing like a twinkling star. That wasn’t the end of it thought, and Nora shattered the ground following him up.

Jaune never knew the Emerald forest was so pretty from a couple thousand feet up, but you learn something knew everyday. But, what he did know is that Nora would follow up that assault with something gruesome. So he re-amped his awareness, by twice, by tens times, by hundreds times, by a thousand! Then he felt it that the spider thread awareness widening into an almost prescience level of knowledge as he knew not saw where Nora was coming from.

He could laugh, that it was her throwing him up here that gave him the chance to actually track her. He followed the threads of awareness, and looked above as Nora tried to hit him with a spinning double axe kick to his head.

He caught her by the feet the moment gravity renewed her hold on the two, he gave her a wink, and as they fell he spun her by the feet faster and faster till he let her go, sending her down with a air shattering shock wave.

Nora hit the ground like a ginger meteor and she crumpled prone the last vestiges of semblance going out, her hair falling down, and a shock wave knocking over unfortunate watchers.

They wouldn’t get a chance to get back up soon, as Jaune landed on Nora with a shockwave as Jaune mounted her stomach, a hand cocked back.

“Still want to fight to be leader?” Jaune asked smiling, a glowing hand cocked.

“Nope!” Nora said cheerfully. “Maybe later~, but, that was the most fun I’ve had since I got here!”

“That’s great Nora!” Jaune said getting up. “Now is there anybody else that wants to fight me for leadership of team JNPR?”

“Yeah, I do!” Yang yelled out, striping out of her clothes, showing off two double DD’s.

“Me too!” Coco said stripping in tandem.

“Oh, whys that?” Jaune asks.

“Well you can’t strip naked, and fight, then leave! We came here to watch y’all fuck! Now you’re going to leave us blue balled! Oh, hell no!” Yang says, while Coco nods.

“Then come get some!” Jaune said still naked and glistening!

AN: I had fun writing this. The original idea was Jaune and Nora getting oiled up and a wrestling, but it somehow turned into this.

#Jaune Arc Crack #Nora Valkyrie.

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Who are you subscribed to on YouTube? Oh man, I’m probably subscribed to over a hundred, if not 200. I’ve subscribed to channels relevant to interests I’ve had over the years, and since it’s not my habit to do spring cleaning on my feeds, the subscriptions have just keep piling up even if I no longer keep up with literally like 98% of them.

Do you like to go to the farmer's market? I don’t think I’ve ever been in one yet. They aren’t very common here and the ones we do have are pricey and mostly inaccessible to the everyday consumer, I’m sure.

What will (or was) the color of your wedding dress be? I wouldn’t want any other color than white.

What's your favorite melon? I don’t like fruits.

What was the name of the last pet of yours that died? Arlee. Technically my family mostly considered her as just Nina’s pet, but the sting was felt all the same when we learned she died.

When was the last time you wished the day would just get over with? Yesterday, because it was Friday. Pretty self-explanatory, I wanted to get to the weekend so I can finally let go of work for a couple of days.

Name one person you've never had a fight with: Andi. I think we’re both afraid of pissing the other off, which works out for us lol.

What are you currently listening to? I can just hear the really loud whirring of my electric fan because it’s a grossly humid day today.

What would you rather have: cat or dog? Dogs.

Who is your least favorite person in real life? I have a lot of uncles I just don’t like.

Do you ever watch anybody's live stream of... anything, really? Technically, yeah. I will sometimes tune in to livestreams of lofi music on YouTube, but I do it to listen, not to watch.

Does your house have security cameras? No.

If you go grey as you age, would you dye your hair or let it be? I think I might dye it for a certain period of time, but I also think I would eventually reach the point where I’ll just accept it and slowly let go of the dye.

What was the last establishment you stopped going to due to bad service? What happened? I haven’t run into much bad service, but I’ll never forget how long my order and bill took for Mad Mark’s. I never really vowed per se to never go back there again and I definitely didn’t confront the staff, but I haven’t eaten there since that incident.

What soundtrack do you listen to the most? Not a big soundtrack listener.

Was there a family secret you weren’t told about until you were an adult? Nah, they’re kept from us until now. The biggest one I’ve heard about was having a kleptomaniac in the family but we were never told who it is.

Do you have an opinion most people you meet seem to disagree with you? Yeah, my dislike for fruits.

What’s something you like to have many options to choose from? Clothes, I guess, like bucket hats. I don’t shop a lot and clothes aren’t a priority in my budget, so when I do pick out clothes, it has to be exactly what I want so that I don’t feel it was a waste of money.

What’s the strangest decorative object you own? We have several quirky, disconnected decor in the living room from gifts we’ve acquired over the years. One object I can tell you about is the polar bear glass figurine we have on the coffee table.

What’s a thing you couldn’t imagine doing with your life right now? Dating around.

What’s been your proudest moment? Managing to stay alive this year and turn my life around for the better when I thought there was no hope.

What’s the filthiest non-pornographic movie you’ve seen? Eyes Wide Shut, probably.

Do you know anyone who doesn't seem to be fond of animals? I don’t think so. Like any animal...? I would find that quite odd, honestly. And I wouldn’t want to be friends with them if we weren’t already close .

Are you planning any outings or trips anytime soon? Whereabouts? No, nothing set in stone. I do want to fly out to South Korea soon, though.

Do you know anyone who has a phobia of a certain animal? I know a few people who are afraid of dogs.

Is there a particular brand of technology/electronics that you prefer? Yeah, Apple.

Is there a singer whose voice gives you goosebumps/chills? Hayley Williams and Jin, especially when he’s belting; and I don’t listen to her much, but I find that Billie Eilish has a unique voice that sounds really nice.

And is there a singer whose voice you simply can't stand? Selena Gomez for some of her songs, Meghan Trainor for most of her songs.

Are there any authors that are particularly dominant on your bookshelf? No.

Have you seen any photographs or videos that made you smile today? Sure.

Which item in your fridge are you most looking forward to consuming? My aunt sent over this gigantic-ass slab of salmon that I can’t wait to eat as sashimi. I already had a few pieces last night and it was hea ven ly.

Has anyone you know got into a new relationship lately? Hmm, I don’t think so. I know my coworker Dev got into a relationship a few weeks ago but it fizzled out as soon as it started because the guy was shitty.

If you menstruate, do you experience much PMS prior to it? Only on the emotional side; I rarely get physical symptoms. I usually feel down or emotionally heavy a few days before my period.

Have you ever had a tattoo covered up or added to? No, I don’t have any tattoos. Can you remember the last time you had a sudden change of mind? Hmm, like last night. I wanted to stay up to maximize the weekend, buuuut I decided against it and slept instead since I had been up since 2 in the morning.

When was the last time you did something on a whim? Two weeks ago when I impulsively dropped a thousand bucks to have cheese tarts delivered to Angela and Reena, hahaha.

Were you raised by both of your parents? If not, then who raised you? My mom, grandma, and one of my aunts were the main people who raised me. Dad works overseas, so he was never at home much.

Have you ever began a relationship with someone you knew for less than a week? No, I wouldn’t do that.

Has one of your friends ever tried to ‘hook you up?’ Mik tried to pair me with one of his friends just days before I finally implied on social media that I was no longer in a relationship. It was a cool ego boost but I declined, since my emotions were still super turbulent then. Andi tried to initiate sex with me once too, but I also declined.

What is your card game of choice? I hate card games; I can never seem to understand them lmao, though that’s really more of a me problem than anything else.

What is your favourite books series? Growing up, I really loved the Septimus Heap series. But the thing about it was that I got into it while the series was still ongoing; and with how bad my attention span is, I always forgot the events/plot whenever the newest book came out.

So whenever that happened I had to read the entire series from Book 1; eventually the number of books I had to reread/revisit became too many (it was a seven-part series) and I simply just lost the time to read and I never got to know about the conclusion.

Do you prefer landmarks or street names when being given directions? Street names – more precise. Landmarks to me can be pretty subjective – a green building might look blue to me, and I could just end up being lost.

Do you read the prologues in the beginnings of books? Sure.

What was your favourite gym class moment? If I genuinely like or already play the sport that was being taught. That’s why PE table tennis was a lot of fun for me.

Do you think that ocean boardwalks are fun? I’ve never been on one but I imagine they are fun, yeah.

Do you dread when people ask you to sign their yearbooks? That’s not a tradition here.

Do you have a favourite Scooby-Doo movie? No. I was too young for Scooby-Doo in a sense that I do remember watching the movies as a 3/4 year old as they were kept on in the background at home, but I didn’t get any of the plots/didn’t really appreciate the films.

Do you think it’s cute when toddlers try to run away and fall down? Sometimes, yeah. If the fall looked nasty I would obviously be concerned.

Do you enjoy listening to your grandparents tell stories of their past? Honestly, only one of my grandparents would be the type to do this but he’s been dead for six years now. It’s a big shame he passed before I could bond with him the way I had always wanted to. My three other grandparents are either too closed off or too quiet to share stories from their youth.

Do you have a crush on someone? Nah, nothing more than a celebrity crush.

If so... what does his/her name begin with?

What attracts you to them?

Do they know that you like them?

If they don't know, why didn't you tell them?

Name two people that you miss: Angela and Laurice.

Have you ever seen Titanic? More times than I can count. I’m sure I memorize like 80% of the script, too.

Have you ever swam with dolphins? No. I’m not so sure if I’ve seen dolphins, either. Maybe I have? Or maybe I’m confusing it with whales...idrk.

When was the last time you had a stomachache? Wednesday.

What's going to bed early for you? 11 PM or midnight.

Do you want to have a big family in the future? I used to, but I don’t think that’s the future I want anymore. One or two kids should be okay.

What was the last thing you did that gave you a rush? Technically speaking, an orgasm, I guess?? Lmao idk

Favorite Nicholas Cage movie? I don’t think I have one.

Have you had your Covid vaccine yet? Which one, if you have? Yeah, I’m fully dosed. Sinovac.

If you've had your vaccine, did you experience any side effects? I was suuuuuuper tired right after my first dose and I wanted to be knocked the fuck out, but I went right back to work after the shot because I am allergic to filing leaves hahaha. Second dose went smoothly.

What's the next item of clothing that you intend to buy for yourself? A bucket hat or maybe one of the Fila x BTS shirts because the collection is actually quite cute!

What Facebook groups have you found the most helpful? I join Facebook groups to be entertained, not because I actively look for advice.

Do you like your butt? Why or why not? Yeah. It...has a good form hahahahahaha.

Have you ever personally been a victim of homophobia? Yes, a few years ago I went to a food park with my ex-girlfriend. I was already not feeling my best that day to begin with, so having to see an old woman stare daggers at us for what felt like years really stung. I felt small under her look and almost cried, but in the end I felt angry that I momentarily felt shame about my relationship. I decided to just piss the woman off on purpose and do PDA right in front of her.

Do you think you’d be happier if you had a pet? I have two dogs at present and I know they make me extremely happy.

Who was the last person you went on a date with? Gabie.

Were you ever hospitalized as a little kid? No. The first and only time I was hospitalized (other than being birthed), I was about 12, I think.

What’s your favorite way to curl your hair? I don’t do that. I rarely style my hair.

At what age did you start swearing? I was 11.

What is something you physically can’t do? Ride a bike.

What do like better, apples or oranges? I don’t like any fruits; but in terms of flavored stuff, I like orange-flavored food, especially chewy candy, slightly more.

Around the holidays, do you hope for snow? Well, no.

What are your top two favorite bands? Paramore and Against Me!

How many people do you 100% trust? There are a handful. I generally trust easily just because I like to believe all people are kind and loyal – but I can also take it away in the snap of a finger.

Do you care what others think about you? Not so much.

Has anyone ever called you a bitch? Sure.

Did you watch Teletubbies when you were younger? Yeah but just super super faint memories. It wasn’t one of my main shows.

Do you have any licenses other than your driver's license? I don’t.

Could you live the rest of your life without eating meat? I doubt it. I could try, but I think I’d get cranky and start looking for meat way earlier than I would like to admit.

Have you ever had a rolling backpack? Yup, if you mean a stroller. I think I’ve answered this on a previous survey.

Did you make any money today? No, because it’s a weekend. What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? Nothing dramatically high. I’ve had acrophobia-themed nightmares in the past, so even though I don’t actually have a fear of heights, the idea of jumping from a high place still makes me antsy.

Have you ever gone swimming in a river? Not that I can recall.

What was the last souvenir someone got you? I dunno if it counts but Andi bought merch from the AEW shop but made sure to also get a CM Punk sticker set for me :(

Do you have a favorite remix of a song? Remixes have never been my thing. What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? Piano.

Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Yeah they can definitely affect the level of appreciation I hold towards a film. For instance, if I genuinely enjoyed a movie only to find out it has average to bad reviews, it invites me to think more critically about the movie.

Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar/etc.)? No.

If you had $500,000, what would you do with it? Give half to my parents and let them do whatever they wish it. With the remaining P12,500,000, I’d probably get myself my own condo and have it fully furnished, then get braces, then get a new phone and laptop. I’ll have a bunch of money still left, I’m pretty sure – the rest of it I’ll save.

Did the last person you touched lips with have a kid? No. I mean, I have honestly no clue what’s going on in her life now, but I know she doesn’t want kids so this is very unlikely.

"First loves are never really over." Is this true for you? It’s true in a sense that she left me a lot of trauma and self-esteem issues that will irrevocably always be a part of me now even though I’ve worked hard to resolved most of them by myself.

Did you like Michael Jackson before he died? Yes, because he has always been my favorite singer’s role model.

What are some things that would make you break up with someone? I don’t know how to answer this question, honestly. All the red flags were thrown and tossed and slapped into my face and down my throat for six years yet I never left. I don’t actually know what my limits are, and I believe it’s because my coping mechanism has to just accept things and suck them up no matter how bad they get. That’s what I’m trying to change for myself now.

What was the worst breakup you've ever had? I’ve had two breakups with the same person, and the second one was worse.

#survey #surveys

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marveloussupernerd · 4 years

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Boo! - Yoosung Kim

Another day, another part of my randomly generated Halloween “series” of one shots. Today is bb Yoosung. If you saw this posted already 👀 no you didn’t.

Warnings: spoilers for Yoosung’s route

Prompts: haunted house, bb is scared, make out in a secluded spot (I swear I didn’t make this happen y’all could’ve gotten apple cider but this is what the generator chose HAHA)

Summary: Yoosung, freshly injured, wants to spend a fun Halloween night with his partner. He thought after he took all that pain he’d be brave enough to conquer a haunted house. He was wrong...

Yoosung has planned out the whole date. It was your third time going out together since the RFA party. His eye injury had healed considerably, but he still had to wear an eyepatch when he was out and about or focusing so that he wouldn’t get headaches. Still! He didn’t let it get him down. In fact, it made him even more confident. You would never have expected him to plan everything out like this when you first met over the messenger.

It was definitely a Halloween date. Of course, it was Halloween, but what really hinted you in was Yoosung asking you if you had the stuff to dress like a pirate. After a quick run to the store you did.

In fact, you looked kinda hot ? Like not to flex, but you did look really good, bandana and poofy shirt and all. He has asked you to meet him at his apartment and then the two of you would start the date together.

It hadn’t dawned on you why he chose pirates until he walked out, fully dressed. You had just assumed that was the costume he already had and would be easy to coordinate. But nope. It was because, well, his eyepatch. You covered your mouth to hide your shock upon seeing him.

“Pretty smart huh?” He asked, putting his hands on his hips proudly.

“Can I laugh?” You asked timidly, moving your hand away from your face slightly so he could hear you.

“Please do! This was the plan.”

You burst out laughing. You walked over to him and gave him a hug. “You’re literally the cutest, Yoosung.”

“Okay here was my thought process,” he leaned against his door, preparing himself for his story. “You remember when you were trick-or-treating as a kid and it was cold and you had to put a jacket on? That might be too specific... but you know what I mean?” You nodded, listening intently. “But then the jacket ruined your costume and you were all upset. So you vowed that the next year your costume would be something warm with long sleeves so you wouldn’t need a coat. That’s what I did. I didn’t want my eyepatch messing up the costume.”

“It makes the costume,” you added.

His cheeks flushed bright red. “You look really nice by the way. Really, really nice.”

You finally took a good look at him. He looked pretty dashing as well. He has a floofy shirt on too, with a pretty deep cut V-neck, laces tying it up pretty tight to avoid showing much skin though! He paired it with a red vest, some dark jeans, and boots. “Aw you do too Yoosung! I really like the look. I feel like most men’s pirate costumes are like... goofy, but yours looks really good on you,” you babbled on. He simply chuckled in response.

“So, uh, what do you say? Are you ready to see what I have planned?” He asked, hands shoved into his pockets awkwardly.

“Yes! Please tell me!” You grabbed his wrist and pulled lightly. He got the message and pulled his hand out to intertwine it with yours.

He swung it as he walked out the door with you. “I thought maybe we could go to a haunted house.”

“Nuh uh! Have you ever been?”

“Uh...” Yoosung looked at the sidewalk. “Not really. But I bet it’ll be fun!”

“Definitely. I might get scared though. Sometimes these things are really good but other times they’re laughable,” you explained. You knew your fair share about haunted houses and things; you just wanted to prepare him beforehand.

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you,” Yoosung puffed out his chest. “But, uh, will you drive us?” He asked. He had led you to your car. You giggled and got in, beginning the drive, Yoosung feeding you directions.

The place was kinda scary honestly. Okay, it wasn’t really a haunted house per say, but one of those places with multiple “fear buildings” set up. The goal was to get through as many buildings as possible, one leading to the next, but there being an area in the middle where you could get refreshments and take a break if needed.

Still, the atmosphere was spoopy. Someone at a nearby building was reviving a chainsaw, the buildings looked dreary and abandoned, and you could hear screams nearby.

“Sounds scary,” Yoosung commented, a smirk on his face.

“You’re so brave lately,” you giggled, grasping on to his arm.

“If you think about it... I was literally tortured. I think I can handle people jumping out yelling ‘boo!’ at me,” he joked, rolling his eyes.

You laughed at his joke. “I don’t think they’re going to yell ‘boo!’ Yoosung. That would not be very scary.”

“Well why don’t we go find out?” The two of you began walking to the first building. You had to wait in a bit of a line to enter, people all bloodied up walking back and forth past you, jumping at those in line. “You can hold my hand if you want.” Yoosung commented. You grabbed onto his hand.

The first room wasn’t that bad. There were lots of twists and turns, and it was kind of hard to see in the dark, but nobody jumped out at you. A table moved. Yoosung jumped, looking underneath the table to make sure nobody was there. You dragged him along, not wanting to find out.

The next room looked like a jail cell. A girl covered in blood was rocking on her heels, muttering the phrase ‘help me’ over and over again. Again, you did NOT want to face this girl. They usually weren’t too bad unless provoked. But Yoosung had never been and wanted the full experience.

“Stop! We’ve gotta help her,” Yoosung pouted, pulling you back into the room.

“I don’t wanna,” you complained, pulling in the opposite direction.

The girl pounced at Yoosung so quickly that you didn’t even see it happen. She was screaming. He was screaming. You were pulling him to the next room.

Here’s the problem with screaming in a haunted house. When the workers know you’re easily scared, they just keep it coming.

The next room was neon rainbow. The lights were so bright your eyes had trouble adjusting. Oh hell no. A guy was disguised with the wall, running at you. This time, Yoosung pulled you along.

You slowed down while heading to the next part of the building, pausing to catch your breath. “Having fun?” You teased.

“No!”

You stopped. You hadn’t expected him to admit it. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not brave. I wanted to be brave for you and I can’t do it I don’t like it,” he ranted, nervously fidgeting with your hands.

“That’s okay. You’ve been so brave. It’s okay to be scared,” you comforted. “Let’s take a break after we get outta here, okay? We’ve just gotta make it out first.”

His eyes were determined. It was like you were speedrunning the haunted house. Every time someone jumped out at you or something fell towards you, Yoosung kept moving, pulling on your hand. He wouldn’t even glance in the direction of the commotion. You were out probably in record time.

“Congrats!” The clown at the exit exclaimed. “You’ve made it through the first trial. If you’re ready for the next, it’s right down this path.”

“Hell no!” Yoosung exclaimed, running from him as well.

You were trying so hard not to laugh. You would agree, it was an overwhelming experience, but Yoosung was just so unbearably cute. He pulled you towards the center where the more frightened parties gathered.

“I don’t wanna do anymore,” he whined. You could see a tear in his eye. You felt kinda bad, even though it was his idea to do this.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. You cupped his face in your hands. “Are you okay?”

He pouted, puffing his cheeks out. It made you laugh again. “I’m scared.”

You stopped for a moment, weighing your options. “I can help you take your mind off it if you want,” you suggested innocently, a finger stroking lightly under his jaw.

He gulped and nodded quickly. You two had kissed before, obviously, but not too much. He was a little eager when you did, though. Maybe it was how attractive you both looked in your costumes, but you both just really wanted to make out.

You led him back toward the car, but he couldn’t seem to wait that long. His eyes glanced at the building next to you, the seventh trial, as it was marked. Once you got close enough, he pushed you to the wall of the building, pinning you against the stone exterior. Your head bumped against the wall and you let out a little noise of shock, but ignored it for the most part.

His lips were on you before you had time to think. He wasn’t as slow and as loving as he has been the past few times. His lips, and his tongue at that, were passionate, leaving you no opening to come out for air. His mouth dominated yours, and you let out a small sigh as he continued. He pulled back for a moment, biting your lip before giving you an opportunity to breathe properly

“Jesus Christ Yoosung,” you panted. He took a step back instinctively. Even under the moonlight you knew he was blushing bright red. You grabbed at his waist and pulled him back to you, almost flush against you. “I didn’t say to stop,” you grinned, capturing his lips in yours again.

Your leg hooked around his waist to pull him closer, his hand moving up to your chest. Your eyes were shut right, focused on how good his touch felt. You grabbed a lock of his hair to pull him closer; he let out a small whimper, swallowed by your lips, but you still heard it. You were so caught up in the taste of him, the feeling of his fingertips grazing your skin, that you hadn’t even noticed...

“Boo!” You heard. Your eyes opened quickly and you jumped, bonking your forehead against Yoosung’s, who had also jumped. It was the clown from earlier. “Might I suggest you two carry this on somewhere else? This is a family-friendly establishment,” he teased. His whole spooky persona was gone. He seemed more like a tired teenager at this point.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Yoosung apologized profusely. He let go of you and distanced himself a little bit between the two of you. “Yes. Thank you. We’ll be going now.”

He started walking stiffly and you followed beside him, grabbing his hand again, swinging it along. “Don’t be embarrassed. We’ll never see that guy again,” you spoke aloud, noticing how sweaty Yoosung’s palms were.

“I... I... that’s not it.” He shook his head aggressively. “That... was really hot.”

You laughed, unlocking the door to your car. “Sure thing, especially the part where you actually got scared when the guy said ‘boo!’” He sighed, looking at you expectedly as he situated himself in his seat. You had to deliver. “I told ya so,” you grinned, winking at him.

“If I remember right, you jumped too.”

“Hey, watch it.” You put the car into drive. “Or we won’t continue what we’ve started once we get home.”

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Cookies & Milk

Pairing: Dean x British!Reader Warnings: Established D/s, mind you don’t fall down the crack Word Count: 2,172. Summary: Dean buys you some cookies. You call them biscuits. Arguments ensue, lines are drawn and restraints are required. A/N: Have any of y’all met @winchesters-meaty-feast? She’s my pal and partner in crime. We have extensive conversations about many a subject but one day the most important topic arose. Biscuits. I’m a dunker, she is not. It almost tore us apart but luckily we’re stronger than that. Anyway, I drabbled this Dom/sub biscuit thing in our chat and the following CRACK is what snowballed from that. (This is meant to be dumb ok. Don’t come for me over this weirdness.)

Ao3 if you prefer.

You should close your laptop.

In the late afternoon—underground where the time of day doesn’t matter—even then the light it’s emitting is too blue. Sure, you could turn down the brightness but it’s too little too late. Your eyes are already starting to ache from the strain.

You're not even doing anything important. You started scrolling a few hours ago; a news story that might have been something, but turned out to be nothing. Less than nothing, it was mundane. Dull as dishwater, as your mum might say. You would have closed your laptop then if it hadn’t been for that link at the bottom of the page. To another article, this time about an unexpected cold snap. This leads you to look up weather trends in Kansas, which becomes reading the articles on weather.com. Who even knew weather.com had articles? Still, they do and they’re very informative. The problem is that their data all points to it being cold as balls soon (your term, not theirs). So, now you’re shopping, with a pair of snow boots and two winter coats in your basket. And you’re debating a new scarf to put you over the free shipping threshold.

It is really time to shut your laptop before you go ahead and checkout. Dean hates having to pick up your parcels in town. Always complains that you have a problem. Pretty hypocritical considering the number of breweries he keeps in business. Besides he doesn’t even have a reason to complain, Marta loves seeing him, she lights up like a Christmas tree for him. You walk into the post office and you get a ton of side-eye, plus a ten-minute wait, but Dean? Well, he’s always at the front of her line.

You’re so engrossed in shopping that you don’t immediately look up at the sound of the bunker door. It’ll be Dean, you know that much. He’ll have a couple of brown bags from his supply run and you don't want to insult him by insinuating that he needs help.

It’s for the greater good anyway, the longer you sit here the more chance there is of you buying him snow boots too. Maybe he'll let you buy him a hat too.

Once he’s finished stomping his way down the stairs he sets the paper bags down next to you. It just so happens that's the exact moment you finally look up at him. A grateful smile on your face and over the top fluttering eyelashes—to remind him how loveable you are.

He shakes his head at how obvious you are. “I didn’t buy them for just you.” His unnecessary emphasis is all the permission you need.

“Is that smoke?” You sniff the air, one arm sliding inside the nearest bag, “must be the fire in your pants.”

He tries. Bless his heart. He tries to hold out. You can see him chewing the inside of his mouth as your arm moves about inside the bag to liberally finger his goods. The haul from the supermarket anyway. But he cannot resist your lame jokes and it ends the same as always. He cracks. A twitch of his lip, shaking his head and then an eye roll even Sam would be proud of.

“Other bag, Sherlock.”

“Ah-ha!” You grin when you switch to the other bag. Instead of fresh fruits and vegetables, you’re treated to food of the more processed variety. Plastic bags filled with crisps, a pie carton and, oh he really does love you, biscuits.

You slink back down to your screen, tearing the package open with your teeth as you do. Revitalised by the imminent influx of sugar. Dean sighs but doesn’t say another word. He picks up the rest of the groceries and carries them away. Presumably to the kitchen by the distant sounds of him putting everything away.

It’s another five minutes when he returns with a glass of milk that he puts down next to you. With a determined thump of glass on wood, as if the sound is an entire explanation.

“Thanks, but you know I don’t…”

“Take the damn milk.”

Normally you’d be irritated for being cut off mid-sentence, but it’s his exasperated tone that catches your attention. You even deign to look at him again, ignoring the popup that’s offering an extra 15% off if you enter your email. “You ok?”

He scratches at the scruff on his jaw while he tries to internally talk himself down from the ledge. “Nothing, nothing. Drink the milk, please.”

You look from him to the glass and frown at the white liquid. There’s nothing wrong with it per se. It looks like a perfectly good glass of milk, the kind you might see on a ‘got milk’ ad from the nineties. It’s not that you hate milk, you just prefer your biscuits to have a little bite. Dean should know that by now but if he’s forgotten then you are more than happy to remind him. “You eat your biscuits how you want, let me eat mine how I want.”

In your attempt to be rational you have failed to notice the desperation in his, 'please'. And now you’ve managed to tick him off.

“Cookies,” he grinds out.

“What?”

“They’re cookies. Dammit, you’ve lived here long enough to call a cookie a cookie.”

The outburst is not Dean’s fault. He’s not exactly hoarding MAGA caps and asking you to go back to England. No, this outrage is the product of a very specific joke that you might have taken too far.

Ordinarily, you switched back and forth between American and British all the time. As easy as breathing. You’d lived in the good ol’ US of A for long enough that your brain simply picked out the first word it could reach. A lot of the time it ended up being American without much intention, people understood better.

And then a few weeks back you’d been on the way to a hunt, sprawled in the back seat. Despite the fact that you were still strategizing with Sam you were comfortable. You could have fallen asleep right there if Sam hadn't kept talking. The word had slipped out on a whim. You called Baby’s trunk a boot.

Dean—being an absolute drama queen—had slammed on the brakes and eloquently asked what the fuck you called his Baby. Apparently, it was the first time you’d said that particular British word.

If you hadn’t found his reaction utterly hilarious that would have been the end of it. Except you did find it funny. The way his face soured, that little crease in the middle of his brow, he was so offended by four little letters. It was beautiful.

Now it’s been a few weeks of very purposeful language choices. Asking to borrow his mobile to make a call, or to wear his hoodie. And you’ll admit the ‘pip pip cheerio’ as he left the bunker earlier had been excessive. That isn’t even a real thing people say.

You’ve been torturing the poor guy with British slang. And because this isn’t the first time you’ve taken a joke too far, you’d usually hold your hands up and apologise. You’re good at apologising. He likes when you have to apologise because you always make it worth his while.

The problem is, biscuit had been an honest-to-god slip of the tongue. It had been the most natural word for your brain to conjure and so his anger seems a tad unjustified. Utterly out of proportion.

“It’s a biscuit.” You repeat as you take a bite, noticing the way his left eye seems to twitch at the crunch.

“It’s a cookie. It says right there on the packet. It’s a fucking sandwich cookie.” He points at the ripped plastic on the table for emphasis.

You sigh with the kind of effort that forces all the air from your lungs. “This country can’t spell half the time, why should I trust the packet?”

“Because you’re eating from it.”

He’s got you on a technicality. And he knows it. He knows it by the telling pause before you speak and the flash of panic in your eyes.

“So?”

It’s not an argument that’s going to win world-class debates but you couldn’t go ahead and let him have the last word.

Dean's problem now is he thinks he’s got you on the ropes, so he goes and gets cocky. He puffs out his chest a little and bites back a smirk.

“So? So… cookies and milk is as American as apple pie-”

“Invented by the Dutch.”

“-whatever. It’s a thing. Which means you gotta sit down, shut up and drink your fucking milk.”

You always love it when he does that. Argues his way to a conclusion whether he’s right or not. It’s kind of ridiculously hot.

Or at least that’s how you justify putting your half-eaten biscuit down. Slowly rising from your chair and crawling onto his lap. You lean in, slow enough to tease him, letting your breath settle over his skin as you whisper in his ear. “I know a way we could settle this.”

“What’re you doing?” He manages between teeth that are grinding against each other. The muscles in his arms are tense where he’s pulling at the rope that holds him.

Any other night and you might calm him down at this point. Remind your good boy that he shouldn’t hurt himself. Or depending on the game you’d remind him who he belongs to, who he’s foolishly directing his anger towards. But there’s no soothing touches or harsh reminders bestowed upon Dean tonight. This game is different. This is a battle for dominance, unlike one you’ve played before.

For the first time, he wants to win as much as you do.

There’s no mutual satisfaction in the room because you’re both out for blood. Where blood equals being right about snack goods. And unfortunately for Dean, he didn’t figure it out before he let you tighten the ropes around his wrists.

“I thought that was obvious, baby. I wanted something sweet.”

His eyes flick between the glass of milk he’d seen you carry in and the cookies plated up beside it. Well, you’d call them biscuits but that’s not what this argument is about.

“Don’t you dare.” There’s a threat in his voice.

For a moment it surprises you and you’re quick to counter him, “I’ll do what I like.” Your tone is reminder enough for him to remember his place.

He retreats a little, gives an inch so that you can take a mile. A breath rattles through his chest doing little to calm his tightly wound body. At the very least, he switches anger for desperation. Dean knows you love it when he pleads, “please Princess. Please, I’m begging you. Dunk it.”

Your entire body glows a little when he calls you by your name. The change in his attitude only urges you onwards though, with a smirk turning up the corners of your mouth.

Your hand finds a treat, fingers picking it up with deliberate, delicate movements. His eyes are wide as he watches you hover the biscuit over the glass as if maybe you’ll appease him. The whimper he lets out when you bypass the drink is almost fulfilling enough that you’re no longer hungry. Almost.

The room takes on an eerie silence as you part your lips and take a bite. A loud, crunchy bite. Crumbs fall onto the table beneath you—probably in slow motion— and chewing only seems to increase the volume.

“Son of a bitch.” He mutters as you swallow, “you’re crazy.”

You hadn’t planned on it but you walk across the room then, half a biscuit in your hand and a satisfied smile on your face. He’s slumped in his chair a little. He’s defeated since he knows he won’t defeat the knots keeping him in place.

“Come on, try it for me.”

“Go to hell.”

It's your turn to roll your eyes, “don’t be so dramatic, you’ve been to hell. This can’t be that bad.”

As you reason with him, you slide into his lap again, which will be torture enough because he can’t touch you. Except you also hold the biscuit to his lips.

“Please. For me. Be my good boy.” You coo as if you're not toying with him.

His thighs twitch beneath you at the use of his nickname and, because he’s always your good boy, he opens his mouth.

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The Four Gospels Of Sci-Fi

The “canon” of science fiction is in the news again in the wake of the recent Hugo awards, and since I’m nothing if not opinionated and I also want to load up my posting queue before diving into my next big project, this struck me as an apt topic to write on.

So settle back; we’re going to touch on the history of sci-fi, the influence of its old guard, how it pertains to religious literature, and perhaps even delve a little bit on Christianity itself at the end.

First off, a quick recap of Christian scripture for those who aren’t read up on the subject. Vacation Bible School veterans can skip this part.

. . .

The foundational works in the Christian New Testament are the four gospels: Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.

The first three are referred to as the synoptic gospels because they tell basically the same story in the same beats, differing in style and detail, but essentially the same.

Mark is considered the oldest of the three and the primary source for Matthew and Luke (boy howdy! Am I ever streamlining a lot of Biblical scholarship here but bear with me; I’m doing this to make a point about sci-fi, not religion).

The common Christian reading of the three synoptic gospels are that Mark is the basic story, Matthew (because of its focus on Old Testament prophecies) was written with a Jewish audience in mind, Luke was written for gentiles.*

John is the gospel that sticks out.

To grossly oversimplify, the biggest difference is that the synoptic gospels mainly record what Jesus said and did, John focuses more on the who and why.

And that’s all we need to know at this moment…

. . .

The four gospels of sci-fi are Heinlein, Asimov, Clarke, and Bradbury.

(Before we go further, let us stipulate this applies only to those who came to the genre prior to Star Wars -- indeed, an argument can be made it only applies to those who were fans before Star Trek.)

Sci-fi’s synoptic gospels are the oeuvre of Robert A. Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, and Arthur C. Clarke; Ray Bradbury is the oddball.

I say they are the synoptic gospels because truth be told, you can only tell them apart by style, not content, certainly not by point of view.

If all three exchanged story ideas and plot outlines, the end results would be different only in tone and vocabulary, not theme or character.

Heinlein, Asimov, and Clarke were all technically trained and worked professionally as engineers or chemists when not writing; Bradbury was a gosh-wow! fanboy.**

If Heinlein, Asimov, Clarke, and Bradbury are the gospels of sci-fi, their John the Baptist was another John: John W. Campbell

Campbell is a problematic figure in sci-fi, so let’s just get him out of the way ASAP.

He was a good but not outstanding writer, but when you write “Who Goes There?” (basis of the various film versions of The Thing From Another World) you’ve earned your place at the table.

He was a visionary editor and under his helm Astounding / Analog set the gold standard for sci-fi for decades to come.

He was a white supremacist of the paternalistic bent, and while on the one hand that’s better than being an outright hate monger, on the other it’s more insidious since it presupposes a correct worldview without challenging that assumption.

He was a male chauvinist of the same stripe, not particularly open to female writers but willing to publish the occasional story with a female protagonist…written by a male.

He was a crank who believed a bunch of goofball ideas, from psionics (ESP, telekinisis, etc.) to dowsing to the Dean Drive to the Hieronymus Machine (a device so wonderous that even a schematic drawing of it would work!).***

Campbell by all accounts was not a bad individual and the field is still replete with those who knew and loved him, but like the cranky patriarch**** who refuses to divulge the contents of their will, forcing everyone in the family to kowtow to them, Campbell’s position atop the highest paying / most prestigious market in science fiction shaped much of the genre around him. (Full disclosure: One of the greatest highlights in my writing career was finally placing a story in Analog after fifty years of trying!)

Writers would typically aim at Astounding / Analog first, and failing to sell there, the Campbell rejects would start a long, laborious trudge down the stairs to the cheaper markets.

This held true even in the 1950s when sci-fi magazines of a more literary bent (Fantasy & Science Fiction and Galaxy in the US, New Worlds in the UK) started attracting stories written for them, not Campbell hand-me-downs.

As Jeannette Ng observed in her acceptance speech for the 2019 John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer*****: “Through his editorial control of Astounding Science Fiction, [Campbell] is responsible for setting a tone of science fiction that still haunts the genre to this day. Sterile. Male. White. Exalting in the ambitions of imperialists and colonisers, settlers and industrialists.”

Campbell’s absolute faith in science and technology to solve all our problems (including the ones created by science and technology) while ignoring the very real problems that plague humanity since time immemorial (lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, pride) coupled with his prime market position led to a genre that unquestionably accepted those settings as the only viable ones.

Campbell certainly held more direct sway over the writings of Heinlein and Asimov than he did Clarke, but Clarke’s earliest sci-fi sales were to Astounding and nothing he wrote in his first decade as a writing professional fell outside the big cushy box Campbell crafter for the genre.

And even though Heinlein and Asimov broke off for cushier writing gigs elsewhere (Heinlein in novels, Asimov mostly as a popular science promoter), they remained steadfastly loyal and respectful -- as did Clarke -- to the ends of their lives.

And on a personal, individual level, that’s a good thing -- we all need friends who will stick by us.

But Bradbury never got invited to the party.

Which is not to say he didn’t try to crack Astounding -- he did, on four occasions, two of them humorous short-shorts for the magazine’s “Probability Zero” feature, one run of the mill magic-shop-disguised-as-super-science-store tale sold in the middle of WWII when Campbell’s best writers were on active duty, and the last in 1950 when he was no longer Ray Bradbury, fanboy, but Ray Bradbury, Important American Writer!!! and Campbell published an excerpt from The Martian Chronicles.******

. . .

We’re going to take a sidebar here to discuss one of Al Ries’ immutable laws of branding.

Ries long observed there are only two models for any brand category:

A single dominant top brand with a distant second place competitor then a host of niche brands (Microsoft then Apple then everybody else)

Two big rivals fighting for first place with a competitor placing a distant third then a host of niche brands (Coke vs Pepsi with RC Cola trailing third then everybody else)

The way to break through in branding is not to waste time and effort trying to knock out a dominant brand but to create a new category to dominate!

That’s what Bradbury did in the late 1940s and early 1950s: He stopped aping the default Campbell / Astounding style and began writing more lyrical / less techno-focused sci-fi.

Heinlein, Asimov, and Clarke were no dummies and soon they too branched out more consciously to mainstream audiences.

But as successful as they were, none of them ever fully shook the influence Campbell weighed down upon them.

That is why telling people today they must read the old masters results in eyerolls.

Too often the old masters trafficked in cleverness, not as Faulkner observed “the human heart in conflict with itself.”

Heinlein managed to transcend the genre a few times, but finding the gems in his work requires a lot of effort.

Clarke remains dry and antiseptic: it speaks volumes that his best known character is HAL 9000.

And Asimov just isn’t that goof in either concept or execution. His Three Laws of Robotics demonstrates a failure of nerve and imagination: Humans won’t build robots programmed not to harm humans because the first thing humans will make robots do it kill other human beings!

So there’s our canon: Mostly irrelevant, often impenetrable.

The last author standing is the least technology oriented of the lot and Bradbury’s stories continue to work and delight because he doesn’t lecture on weights and measures but allows the reader to imagine along with him.

. . .

Okay, short Christian content now; if you came just for the sci-fi you can either stop reading or skip ahead to the footnotes.

Any field of human endeavor that does not constantly re-examine itself and challenge previous assumptions is doomed to irrelevance.

This does not mean established works need to be rejected out of hand, but we do need to ask what those works mean to us right now.

Truth is indeed timeless, but the package has a sell-by date and the contents do no one any good if they aren’t periodically taken down from the shelf and examined.

Modern Christianity -- in particular mainstream American protestantism -- has failed to closely examine the contents for quite some time.

While the field of sci-fi brims over with exciting new voices, we’re still straining to listen to the cracked / garbled / low fidelity wax cylinders of theologians long dead.

We need fewer Christians. We desperately need better Christians.

Instead of demanding those outside or struggling with the faith must read things the way we were taught to read them, understand them the way we were taught to understand them, follow along the way we were taught to follow along, perhaps we should show faith in the material and let those who will read and re-imagine the text in the light of their own experience a fair hearing.

The old canon in sci-fi fails today because it is too dated, too rooted in the mindset of a bygone era. The exception -- Bradbury (he himself a Christian and it shows in his stories) -- stays vibrant and alive and appealing because he doesn’t tell us what to think, he walks with us as we discover things for ourselves.

* Acts Of The Apostles is a sequel to Luke and while Jesus appears briefly in the beginning in almost a flashback fashion, that book focuses on what his disciples did afterwards.

** An interesting trait Bradbury shared with Harlan Ellison was that despite their fanboy origins, both were one helluva lot more savvy to the business of writing and publishing than anyone else in the genre, and both skillfully created public personas that served them well (Bradbury’s better than Ellison’s, granted) while they guided their careers through the treacherous shoals of gatekeepers and public fancies. Bradbury has written of his fanboy epiphany when he asked himself if he was satisfied being a fan / autograph hound or if he really wanted to be a creator, and immediately began directing his career in a fashion that could only be described as ruthless were it not attached to such a charming gentleman. Wannabees are urged to study his career and how he did it if they want to be truly remembered.

*** All well and good as fodder for sci-fi stories, not so good in reality. As the movie They Might Be Giants states: “[Don Quixote] carried it a bit too far. He thought that every windmill was a giant. That's insane. But, thinking that they might be... well… all the best minds used to think the world was flat. — But, what if it isn't? — It might be round — and bread mold might be medicine. If we never looked at things and thought of what they might be, why, we'd all still be out there in the tall grass with the apes.”

**** To stretch our Biblical analog to the breaking point, if Heinlein, Asimov, Clarke, and Bradbury are the New Testament gospels and John W. Campbell is John the Baptist, then sci-fi’s Old Testament has patriarchs such as Swift, Verne, and Wells plus the matriarch Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, a major prophet in Hugo Gernsback, and a host of minor prophets in various pre-WWII niche media including comics.

***** An acceptance speech which in turn won a 2020 Hugo for Best Related Work -- how cool is that? ****** Basically, Bradbury was perceptive enough to recognized he turned a creative corner in 1944 with “The Lake” and broadened his submission range to include far more prestigious slick magazines such as The American Mercury and Mademoiselle and Collier’s and The New Yorker and when tipped off that Warner Bros. planned to plagiarize “The Foghorn” as the basis for The Beast From 20,000 Fathoms he didn’t waste time or money suing but sweetly judo leverage this to get his name prominently displayed on the movie posters as “Ray Bradbury…Saturday Evening Post” writer and then holy %#@& he was a Major American Writer! I loved Ray, but his gosh-wow sweet exterior camouflaged one of the most brilliant strategists I’ve ever met.

#science fiction #sci-fi #Robert A- Heinlein #Isaac Asimov #Arthur C Clarke #Ray Bradbury #John W Campbell #Christianity

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Confessions of a past bachelorette

I was the fish that could not get hooked. I was a serial dater, heartbreaker, bachelorette or whatever you want to call it. Was I a whore? Slut? Please, I have more class.

The story begins at age 18. I dated Duncan. He lived in the moment but couldn’t be serious or get his shit together to save his life. The first time he met my parents, he asked if he could do his laundry at their house. He lived in a shitty apartment in Old Louisville with his two cats. I remember his cats were panting all the time because the A/C was crap. One time, we visited this hippy couple in their thirties. They let their dog shit in the yard and they used the shit as fertilizer. Their garden was majestic. They had a tree with full grown green apples. They grew chili peppers and all types of vegetables. The couple said, “Yeah, we need help with our garden.” I jumped in to volunteer. Duncan just wanted the vegetables. He didn’t care about anything else. The next day he says, “Why did you do that? I’m pulling weeds and breaking a sweat like a Mexican.” He forgot all about it once the hippies cooked breakfast for us. Duncan would often go to the mall and take advantage of the free appetizers in the food court and pass it off as a meal. Duncan was also the type that would go to his friends apartment with the pool and pass it off like he lived there. He would say, “They’ll never notice. Just say we live in apartment ABC.” Some would describe him as a freeloader. I describe him as a guy in his early 20′s on the struggle bus. Duncan was hilarious. There were good times but was this it for me? Nah.

Next was Phi. My family adored him. Phi was the first person I dated outside of my race. He wouldn’t be the last. He was a Vietnamese immigrant. He came to this country at 15, became fluent in English and went to UofL for Speed School of Engineering. He treated me right and was a great guy but there was a problem. Phi was Catholic. My stubborn ass wasn’t. My mom knew I would never convert. We had arguments over religion. My family grieved him more then I did. Bye Phi.

Then there was James. James and I would often eat wings and beer with his parents and debate over politics. His dad was an Irish American trucker who used to be in the Marines. His mom was Japanese. They would have, I kid you not...10 drinks in one setting and gulp it down like it was nothing. They didn’t even act tipsy. There was no effect. I enjoyed my life with James. I thought...keyword, “thought” he was the one. I loved him. We went to church. We went to the gym. We had a routine. However, I had crippling social anxiety. He couldn’t handle it. He was my only social outlet. I depended on him for going out and having fun. That’s not a healthy relationship. That’s called, codependent. We had petty arguments and then he started talking to other women online. Guess you could say, shit hit the fan. Could he have at least found a woman who had a full set of teeth? Was he that desperate for a fuck? If you are a dad, James is the guy whose ass you’d want to kick. After everything calmed down, there was no bad blood. James admitted he wanted no commitment and I wanted more out of life then weekly wing and beer sessions.

Later on, I had a string of flings. Devlon. Derek. David. There seems to be a pattern here...

Cue in, Reese. The dynamic between Reese and I was similar to that of my grandparents. My grandmother had a short fuse, was dominant and my grandpa put up with it. Reese was extremely reserved, shy and inhibited. I clearly was not. I was impatient, impulsive with a fire in my belly. I enjoyed getting Reese out of his comfort zone. I liked taking him to new places. He never had pho. He’d never been to DC. I liked taking charge. I liked making the decisions but if he didn’t feel comfortable, I wasn’t understanding. I wasn’t accepting. I continued to grow and get out of my shell. I graduated college, got my own apartment and held a job. Reese wasn’t on the same page. What the fuck? When was he going to move out? Reese wanted to go to medical school. All I could think about was when he would get his shit together. I was a selfish bitch. I cussed at him when he didn’t deserve it out of frustration. I kicked him out of my apartment a million times. He was fiercely loyal just like my grandpa was loyal to my grandma no matter how many times she treated him like shit. I didn’t like who I was with him and I didn’t want to repeat that dynamic. Reese loved me unconditionally. I had conditions. If he could just improve on X, then I would be happy. He never felt good enough. He could never reach high enough. I didn’t understand why I wanted to pursue other people when I had a perfectly good guy? What the fuck was wrong with me? I was the asshole. We weren’t on the same wavelength. I wasn’t good for him and he wasn’t right for me.

After being completely frustrated and exhausted, I told myself, “Fuck this. I’m done.” I swore off dating. I was content with just having a good time. At a later time, an old friend invited me to Play. For those who are unfamiliar, Play is a trendy LGBT drag queen club. I thought, what the hell? I am free to do whatever I want. It’s a Saturday night. Let’s go. I’m enjoying my time at Play when my friend says her mom’s COPD was acting up so they had to leave early. I decide to order a drink for myself and go out on the deck. As I walk to the deck, I see out of the corner of my eye, this sophisticated, attractive man casually standing a few feet away away from me. He’s leaning on the deck, sipping on his beer, and we glance back and forth at each other. He looks like the type of guy you would see in a hallmark card OR movie, your pick. His skin was olive complexion, had thick curly black hair, and he had the most perfect muscle tone. He was confident. His style was classy yet modern. He had this essence and energy about him that was out of this world. He was sophisticated. His attitude was a mix of smooth Frank Sinatra while also tough, sarcastic Sylvester Stallone. Honestly, I could just eat him up. Unbeknownst to him, I’m having this inner battle of, “I told myself that I would be single. Dammit, look at him. I can’t go with out talking to him.” 5 minutes of overthinking pass by. “Okay. Who is going to make the first move?” After what feels like an eternity of stealing glances, I take the leap of “fuck it” and go up to him. I think to myself, “What’s the worse that can happen? I make a total jackass of myself and never see him again. Let’s go for it.” I ask him if it’s his first time at Play and we hit it off like we’ve known each other our whole lives.

What started off as light banter turns into talking for 5 hours. I didn’t make it home until 5:30 am. He fascinated me. I had to see him the next day, and the next. We spend each day craving more. As I get to know him, he tells me all the things that would have been deal-breakers for me in the past. He’s 50. He’s Catholic. He’s divorced. Yet I could give a single fuck. Family and friends were concerned. My mom reacted, “He’s 50!? What the fuck, Melissa?” and I remark, “Trust me. He sure don’t look it.” My friends thought, “What if he’s controlling you?” I snap back, “Do you not know me by now?” The people who were once able to dissuade me did not know what to do with me. Hell, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Everyone thought I had lost my damn mind.

I was no longer in control like I was once. I could no longer walk away. I could no longer say, “Fuck it” or “Next.” He wasn’t an option but a necessity. He turned my world upside down and changed everything about my life. He made me realized what was missing. He lives in the moment. He has wit and spunk. He’s in an established career yet maintains the youth and energy of a young 20-something. He’s not jaded by life. He takes life by the horns literally...(he got chased by a bull in Spain). I don’t feel held back like I did in the past or make up excuses on why things should end because I know nothing can hold me back from him. If he was in the same exact circumstances, and it’s him, my mindset would be, I have to have him. Nothing can top him.

A similar story happened to a young bachelor man who had a string of ex-girlfriends who could never catch his interest---who could never quite keep him. He was that bachelor. He was that person. He never thought he would want a woman living with him. Why would he want that if he could bring a different one home every night? He never thought he would bring a girl down to meet his mom. Are you nuts?! No one is worthy enough. He never thought he would get down on one knee again after the hell he went through. Why take the risk when he has a great life? He thought this way until we found each other and we’ve been together ever since.

Guess we’re hooked for life.

I love you mi amor.

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blog-sliverofjade · 4 years

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Hearth Fires 13: Briefing

Pairing: Remi Denier x OFC

Summary: Lorel Maddox just wants to live as a human, run her bakery in peace, and forget. Unfortunately, the alpha of the local leopard pack has very different ideas.

Remi Denier doesn’t know what to make of the female Changeling who wants nothing to do with him or the RainFire pack. He does know that he has a driving need to protect her. Even if it’s from herself.

While they’re embroiled in a battle of wills, there’s a war brewing on the horizon. The outside threat could not only destroy everything they hold dear, but tear apart the fragile new bonds of the Trinity Accord, plunging the world into bloodshed to rival the Territorial Wars of centuries past.

Word count: 2128

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A harsh reputation can be the first line of defense.

-Hawke Snow, alpha of SnowDancer

Briefing the sentinels on the meeting with Sheriff Shaw was like chewing glass. The violence simmering under his skin was nearly at the combustion point by the time he was done. The darkness was taking over, a maelstrom churning in his gut because the strength that came with the frenzy was dangerously tantalizing. More than most alphas, he knew that strength could harm those it was meant to protect.

Good alphas maintained order with a balance of heart and harsh discipline. Without that balance, packs didn’t last long. The pack haemorrhaged members left and right until only unmated dominants, mostly males, remained. The subsequent battles for dominance tore the remnants apart.

He would never hurt their most vulnerable, even if that meant abdicating as alpha. Both thoughts were abhorrent. While it would be equivalent to cutting off a limb, he would do it in a heartbeat to protect them from himself should it come to that.

There hadn’t been time for Remi to take a hard run, which was the only way he could vent the brutality that had been bred into his very bones. A good, hard fight would be better, but not even his sentinels could withstand the full brunt of Remi’s wrath. Perhaps later he’d see if Aden was available, the Arrow could take whatever Remi dished out and serve it back with interest.

Taking a deep breath to cleanse the caustic memories, he clamped down on every vicious tendency with the unbending will that made him alpha and continued.

“Lark, I want you to negotiate an alliance with StormWillow, see if they’re willing to trade intel.” Information from an aerial perspective would be invaluable, and RainFire’s network on the ground was stronger than theirs.

There was already an agreement in place to respect borders- they didn’t fly over RainFire lands, and the cats stayed out of raven territory- but nothing more formal than that. When things hit the fan, the changelings looked to the predators for protection, and if his gut was right, it was best to start building on that foundation now.

“Are you picking on me because of my name?” She narrowed her eyes at him, not realizing he wasn’t in the mood for teasing.

“Don’t crows eat songbirds, like larks?” Elijah quipped with a waggle of his eyebrows.

A low growl was the only warning she gave before launching herself across the table at the other sentinel. They fell to the floor while the others provided a laugh track for the scuffle, some helpfully calling out advice.

“Hey!” Remi barked and dropped his control for a split second, allowing his power to lash across them all like a whip. All heads snapped to target on him, the hooligans freezing where they were on the floor. More than one face went ashen.

“We’ve got a compromised area on the eastern border, a submissive in recovery from a vicious beating, increasing hostility from Enforcement, and you two think now’s a good time to fuck around? Can you look Stian in the eye and tell him a little grab ass was more important than protecting the pack?”

All eyes dropped from him in shame. He let them stew in their mortification. Yeah, he could be a bastard, but that was part of the job description. This was his first true test as an alpha. If they- if he- wasn’t up to the challenge, word would spread like fire through drought-parched grass. Other predators would pick them off like wounded deer from a herd.

“Out,” he snarled.

After quickly putting the room to rights, they filed out without meeting his furious gaze. Theo was the last one to leave and paused by Remi.

“The restlessness is starting to affect more than just the juveniles.” Without an alpha’s calming presence, teenagers could get aggressive and he sure as shit hadn’t had the internal calm required to maintain order.

The darkness raised its head at the perceived criticism. It wanted to rend and maim the offending party. Fortunately, Theo didn’t wait for a response and made his exit. Once he was gone, the malevolence settled again.

The sudden ebb and flow of his ire had him worried he'd inherited the madness after all. Leaning forward to brace his hands on the table, Remi took a steadying breath, though his muscles remained tense as ever. Perhaps it would be best to give Aden a call sooner than later, before he did something he couldn't take back.

Lorel fussed with the plate one last time; no matter how delicious they were, scones were nearly impossible to arrange aesthetically. Pressing a hand against the cobalt blue teapot, handmade by a local artisan, she checked the temperature again. Still warm. Should she have made herbal instead? Probably would have been the better choice, judging by the way her hand shook from the three cups she’d already had.

There was a knock at the door, and she jumped. Definitely should have made decaf. She’d been too distracted fretting over the food that she hadn’t heard the car pull into the driveway. That wasn’t too difficult when hover mode was used, but she normally would have heard it park. Hurriedly scrubbing her palms on her black capris, she went to answer the door.

“Tien, thank you for coming.”

The woman on her doorstep wore a dusty pink ao dai with three-quarter sleeves over flowing white pants. The long, clean lines of the clothing emphasized her slender form. Lorel smoothed her own pear green sweater and wondered if she looked like a big, fat apple, because she sure felt like one in comparison to the other woman.

The little rituals of hospitality as she welcomed her guest helped ease some of her nerves. Once they’d settled in and been plied with pastries and tea, she sprang the reason for inviting Tien to afternoon tea.

“As you no doubt heard the other night, I haven’t lived with other changelings since I was six years old,” she admitted, tucking a wayward curl behind her ear. “I know nothing about what it’s like living in a pack.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laid into you like that.” Tien gently laid a hand on her arm, easing another knot of anxiety in Lorel’s gut. “I get a little protective, but that’s no excuse.”

“You already apologized.” She laid her own hand over the other woman’s with a small smile. “Would you mind giving me a Cliff notes version of what it’s like?”

“Oh, honey, you’re going to regret asking me that!” she tilted her head back and laughed, onyx-black hair sliding like silk. “That’s like asking a grandparent about their grandbabies; they’ll never stop!” Lorel’s natural smile slipped into the customer service one and she took a quick sip that she didn’t need.

“As I was saying, however poorly, we can’t afford to appear weak. RainFire isn’t as big, powerful, or as established as DarkRiver or SnowDancer.” Even Lorel had heard of those Californian packs. They were involved in the events that had changed the world and worked to build Trinity. “Some might see a pack unable to run off a stray cat and think we’re easy prey. Our laws help keep the peace; without them, it’d be the Territorial Wars all over again.”

“It sounds like a dictatorship.”

“Hm, it can be in unhealthy packs,” she conceded after a moment, looking out at the middle distance of the backyard. The tiny sunroom off the kitchen was set up as a dining nook, and Lorel left the French doors open to take advantage of one of the last warm afternoons of the season, giving them an unobstructed view of where the civilized backyard gave way to wild forest.

“And in healthy ones?” prompted Lorel when it was apparent Tien wasn’t going to continue in that vein.

“Anyone, even Jojo, can approach Remi. Whether or not he actually does what we suggest is another matter because he has to weigh in all the factors.” She grinned, no doubt imagining the types of proposals her daughter would come up with. “The mark of a healthy pack is the cubs and submissives. If they don’t feel safe and secure, then they’re not happy.”

“So, you’re not a submissive, but you’re not a soldier?”

“I’m mid-range.” A slender hand held horizontally and tilted side to side. “I’m what’s called a maternal.” Drawing back, Tien gave her an appraising look. “You’re a little hard to peg, but you’re probably either submissive or maternal. Definitely not a dominant; you don’t strike me as stubborn, competitive, arrogant, domineering, aggressive…”

“Don’t hold back, how do you really feel about them?”

“Dominants will both treat you like spun glass and push and push until you set boundaries.” Tien chuckled at her wry tone. “And even then they might try and test those boundaries.”

“Maternal or submissive? Makes it sound like I should be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.” Practically radiating feline mischief, Tien gave Lorel’s bare feet a pointed look, then slid her eyes towards the kitchen a few feet away. “You know what I mean!” she laughed.

“Maternal doesn’t just mean motherhood.” More throaty laughter that instead of being directed at Lorel, encouraged her to join in. “We’re the ones that keep us all together, organize fun things like the party the other night. A submissive’s role isn’t about power, it’s about love. They help the rest of us maintain our humanity. If we were all dominants, we’d end up at each other’s throats before long.”

A familiar ache stabbed through her chest and she turned away on the pretext of topping up her cup. Once she had herself back under control, she found Tien staring at her with the unblinking intensity of a predator in her dark, triangular eyes.

“Uh, does that happen often?” she coughed, hiding behind a quick drink. “Turning on each other?”

“Dominants are built to protect, but too many of them for too long and it usually doesn’t end well. Packs need a balance of dynamics. It’s up to the alpha to ensure that, and really, in the end, the alpha can either make or break the pack. Like humans, we have our own tragedies and evils,” she sighed and rubbed a thumb along the handle of her cup. “As far as I know, and I’m not an expert, we’re no better and no worse statistically speaking. Some of us in RainFire come from… less than ideal situations.”

“Jojo?” Both ocelot and woman were immediately on alert, bristling at the thought of any harm coming to the little girl.

“Oh no!” Eyes widening in earnestness, Tien put a reassuring hand on Lorel’s shoulder. Surprisingly, she found herself leaning into the touch, even imagined what it’d feel like on her bare skin. It wasn’t anything sexual; it just felt so good that Lorel imagined her skin was greedily soaking it up and feeding it directly to her soul. Even her animal- usually an angry, semi-feral thing- calmed until it was practically purring.

“Not my family,” she shook her head and removed her hand to take another apple cheddar scone. The cat snarled at the loss of contact, its typical surliness rushing back in to fill the void. “I just meant that some of us didn’t really know how to live in a pack, either, so I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

Lorel’s primal half, hurting and denied release from the prison she kept it in, lashed out in the only course it had left.

“I’m not an idiot, I know where I’d stand in the hierarchy and I’m not about to be anyone’s bitch.” The vitriol in her voice, harsh and throaty with the cat, startled even her.

Utter silence reigned.

Cold slithered down her spine. Normally, given its druthers, her ocelot would always choose fight over flight, deranged thing that it was. But some long-buried instinct in the cat surfaced, warning that Tien was more powerful. Experience taught that, that always boded ill for her.

The animal she kept so tightly controlled scrabbled to escape, raking her insides bloody in a demand to be set free. It needed to run and save them both from the situation it created. She’d long ago learned to allow fleeting bits of freedom to that aspect of her nature before it grew too wild, too painful to contain. Because of that balancing act, it had been years since she last lost control and shifted involuntarily.

The pain and ecstasy of the shift didn’t even register to the cat. Not pausing to settle her fur, she bolted out the open doors, leaving the woman to call after her in surprise.

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kavinonoel · 4 years

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SEO VS PPC Comparison? boost your website traffic

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@perspicacicus [ pre-established PREVIEW ( DATE & BOSS ) ] : romantic relationship !

She’d do anything for him--and she knows it, enough to say it to his face, or at least to the back of his head as he walks away and out of her office. And isn’t that part of the problem---he’s always, always out there, and she’s always, always in here, with her stolen signage and decorations for holidays long past---

But that’s the thing about birthdays and Christmas. They come in cycles, over and over again, as sure as the sunrise and the sunset, as sure as Date walking out the door in whatever body and eye he happens to be wearing. The days change, the body changes, like a well-worn suit with age, faded out elbows, stretched collars, stains that won’t scrub out; But Date was always Date, just like Boss was always Boss, before they ever started calling each other that. And just like birthdays, and Christmas, and hidden keys and not-so-hidden Dom-P bottles---it’s the special occasions that count, that show you who you really are. Who you’re meant to be, and be beside.

It’s hard for a female cop. Date knows that. And though he’s just as perverted as the rest of them, he’s special somehow, submissive instead of aggressive, soft instead of loud---demure, almost, like a deer, or a girl, pretty brown eyes always downcast and sad. She brings him out of his shy little shell, and in small ways, he thanks her for it---mostly not filing a sexual harassment claim, and letting her assert dominance over the biggest badass (beside herself, but they make her actually PROVE it) in bootcamp, enough so that the rest of the less polite men know what kind of freak they’re dealing with. Boss is not to be messed with. It’s apparent as the bootprint on Date’s lips.

They’re a team. They work well together. Boss gives him pointers, and Date looks at her with those sad, sad eyes, and lets her close the distance between them, with the tug of her thighs between his. They take things far as they’ll go---and they’ll go pretty far.

But night turns into morning, and while the night brings darkness that can hide everything but sensation and lust---Dawn would bring conversations and questions that Boss would have to be the one to ask, and Date would have to be the one to answer, and Boss can’t think of anything she wants less than Date dodging questions with those sad, sad eyes, the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows and smiles and tries to be kind and gentle with her----she couldn’t stand him, she couldn’t stand herself, if he tried to make breakfast, if the eggs were burnt like she knows he likes, if the toast was burnt because he was so busy making the eggs he forgot about the bread (and she knows his toaster doesn’t run on a timer because he got it at a thrift store, still running on a broke college kid’s salary despite being accepted into the Academy).

She couldn’t stand the thought of him waking up first, seeing her there, having to make the decision himself to put on real clothes or pajamas or just boxers---couldn’t stand the thought of seeing him bare-chested, the light trickle of hair cascading down his chest like butter on burnt toast, sunlight bursting through the window, making him look so warm and yellow in the light. But more than anything, she couldn’t stand to think of him walking out first.

Nights like that turn into mornings for years. And there’s an element of shame to it, every time---one time he DOES wake up first, and she hears him get up, go to the bathroom, take a leak, and then come right back as her heart pounds in her ears. He fell right back asleep, and she snuck out the second she was sure he did. The nights happened less frequently, then, and then, one day---he pulled away, and they stopped altogether.

When Date asked him for help---she knew she’d do anything for him, and she did, over, and over, and over again, becoming more a Mother to him on occasion than a friend, something she swore she’d never do for a man after watching her own Mother and Father. That’s how much she cared about him. She knew she’d do anything for him, and she did.

But what she didn’t know, and might never----is that Date would do more than the same for her. And he has.

As Falco, it was easy to kill a man who looked at her wrong. And she might have thought that that was all it was---someone LOOKING at her wrong. But Date knew men, and he knew cops, and though there were some last bastions of goodness even in the ventricles of the Tokyo Police Department---there was corruption, there was hatred, there was greed. If Date would be a serial killer---if he would bathe in blood, he might as well bathe in justice, on occasion. Boss never knew, but any time someone threatened her behind closed doors, tried to push her beyond her limits---they were taken care of, with blackmail or worse. And so she rose to the top, knowing she was strong, confident, capable, accomplished, smart, brave, everything a cop should be----and that she had a guardian devil on her shoulder, guiding her path all the way to the bottom of the building, a prison of mind palace puzzles, masks, and her own decorations just to stay sane without any sunlight even as long days drew into long nights back into long days.

He killed for her without thinking---without questioning. He did it not because he loved her---though some part of him knew that he loved her more than he had ever loved anyone, as he had never loved anyone before---but because he needed her, to exist, to be her, strong, confident, capable, accomplished, smart, brave, everything a cop should be, everything a woman should be, everything a PERSON should be. He dotted every I, crossed every T, made sure she would never find out what he did. He couldn’t ruin her like that. Couldn’t force her career and success to be about him and what HE had done when she had such a spotless record herself. He wanted her to enjoy herself, enjoy being herself, like he enjoyed her being so full of life and joy and quintessential, unexplainable her-ness.

But everything in Boss and Date’s life has only ever managed to get worse after meeting each other, and so it continued to do so, until Boss became Boss and Date became Date, and the only real benefit seemed to be that the long nights spent with Christmas trees and broken clocks and terrifying masks seemed to be that they were spent together again. Date was different---but he was still Date, ridiculous, adorable, impenetrable Date. Different colored eyes, but still so sad. A kicked puppy. She didn’t touch him, even if she wanted to. It wouldn’t be the same.

She’d do anything for her, and he knows that, listens to every word she says, gazes at every item in her office, looks up at her from his special chair and wonders, and worships, and wants.

She thinks her affections are unreturned, that she spoils him, that he doesn’t care, because men aren’t built to care.

But she’s wrong. Date loves her, because he doesn’t know what else he could possibly do in this world, but love the woman that named him so well.

Ostentatious, vainglorious. Every object in that office is something they bought or stole together. He remembers that, now, and as night turns into day, he stays by her side for every special occasion, growing older, growing wiser, growing closer. The clock is broken, but it turns.

One day he’ll tell her. When he can open the curtains, and sunshine peeks through, the smell of burnt bread and yolks, orange juice and morning breath.

It’s hard, you know. Staying underground. But it’s easier with her.

He whispers it instead to Giovani. He keeps his secret. She stares at the back of his head, and he leaves her office smiling despite the taste of her boots.

#ai the somnium files spoilers #spoilers #{ ch: world's greatest detective | date }#{ fandom: resist! allow your heart to take you! never let this merciless world erase you! | ai the somnium files }#i hope u like this bc i really like this. its not as flowery as my usual writing bc date isnt as flowery and so. i really like this haha

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go-gently-please · 5 years

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cherry ~ vampire!au

~ pairing: human!BTS x vampire!OC

~ genre: smut, angst, sprinkles of fluff

~ pov: 2nd person

~ warnings for this chapter: profanity, blood (surprise surprise), sexual themes

~ summary: when you go to a club to try to satisfy your late night cravings, you meet a group of seven men who seem to be quite interested in you. one hit proves to be not enough for you, and the next time you see the seven handsome strangers, they make you an offer you can’t refuse.

~ a/n: just the intro. will contain smut and dominant and submissive BTS (as well as switch!OC) in the future. progressively gets filthier. thanks so much for reading!!

part 1 ~ part 2 (coming soon)

You were out of blood bags.

Normally, right about now would be the time when you went to the clinic to meet up with your supplier. She was always eager to please, kept herself very healthy for you, offered to let you drink straight from the vein when you were feeling weak, but you insisted on just the bags.

Unfortunately, she’d just told you that she was moving. You were surprised when she told you that she had to leave right away, suddenly leaving you without a food source.

She’d even thoughtfully left you a few backup bags to make up for the short notice, but you were a little embarrassed to say that you were prone to midnight snacking and the occasional binge when you were in need of comfort.

So, that left you quite literally high and dry, and now you were craving something fresh.

~~~

The seven of them stood outside the frosted glass doors, lips nervously trapped between their teeth. There was no sign displaying the name of the club, only the glowing image of a crescent moon hovering over the door.

Places like this didn't need to be named.

"How do we know this is the right place?" Taehyung asked, staring up at the moon-shaped light, vivid against the dark backdrop of sky.

"I guess we won't until they let us in." Namjoon, the leader figure of the group, said as he wrapped his hand around the handle.

Despite his determined act, he was just as nervous as the rest of them.

They all exchanged a glance, and after a moment of hesitation, followed him.

The entryway was a small and simple room, containing nothing but two armchairs, two closed doors, and a sleek, neatly organized desk pushed up against the center of the wall. Red walls surrounded them from all sides.

The man sitting at the desk was sharply dressed. His hair was gelled and styled professionally, a very expensive looking watch snaked around his wrist.

On the surface, his appearance was completely normal, but if you were to look closer, you'd see the corner of a bandage peeking out from the collar of his pressed shirt.

The boys couldn't help but think he looked very well paid for a secretary.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The man said, folding his hands across the spotless tabletop.

They looked at each other again, then Namjoon turned back to him and said,

"The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb."

The man stood up, ushering them over to the door on his left.

"Right this way, gentlemen." He said. "May I ask, is this your first time?"

They just nodded timidly.

"I had a feeling. Well, through here is the main lounge. Would you pick a wristband, please?” He gestured to a cluster of jars, each holding different colored strips of paper.

“Is there a difference?” Jungkook asked.

The man presented them with the jars containing red and black. Off to the side, out of reach, were green, blue, and purple.

“These are the ones for humans. Red is for if you are searching for a potential match, and black is for if you’d rather be left alone. A green wristband indicates that someone is looking for a human match, that’s what you’ll be looking for.”

Of course he could tell they were human. Of course he already knew why they were here.

All seven of them picked red.

The man smiled and opened the door.

The boys each exchanged an anticipation-filled glance. They peered inside, watching the flashing lights, the hoards of people mingling, and entered into a world where they were no longer in control, enjoying every bit of it.

~~~

The clack of your heels echoed as you pushed open the door and entered the small room. The familiar, almost comforting red walls enveloped you again, reminding you that this was a safe place, a protected setting for pleasure-seeking.

“Hey Charlie.” The man sitting behind the desk greeted you.

“Hey Scott.” You waved back. “How’s Lyra? She still treatin’ you right?”

The man chuckled.

“She’s fine, and yes, still spoiling me.” He flashed his wrist to show off the high-end watch under his cuff.

He didn’t get up to usher you in, he knew you were well aware of what you were doing. Grabbing a green wristband and securing it around your arm, you opened the door and stepped inside.

You were immediately hit with the smell.

Humans. Dozens of humans, warm and tempting and thrumming with life.

You inhaled the salty aroma of their sweat, the sweetness of their skin, even the faint traces of their perfumes and colognes, stale in comparison, that they used to try to cover their natural scent. You wished they wouldn’t. They smelled so much better when they didn’t pretend to be walking clouds of sugar and roses.

As you made your way across the dance floor, heads turned to watch you go. Humans always stared when anyone with a green wristband entered the club. You always thought their obvious excitement was adorable.

Not to say that you weren’t dressed to impress. Black heels, black tights, black leather skirt, and a deep neckline that revealed the valley between your breasts. All topped off with a choker and matte red lips.

You passed the bar on your way to the other side of the room. Lee, the bartender, met your eyes and you raised an arm in his direction. He nodded and flashed a thumbs up in response.

The whole room was lined with tables and booths, some of them with thick velvet curtains for privacy. You crossed over to one of the largest ones, its red upholstered seats curving in a wide half-circle, and slipped in with the several other people already seated.

“Hey, Charlie! Where’ve you been, we haven’t seen you in ages!” Ray, one of the co-owners of the club, slapped an arm around you. His boyfriend and fellow co-owner, Jason, was sitting next to him, practically nuzzled into his side. They’d started this place decades ago, wanting to establish a place where vampires and humans could interact safely and peacefully.

“Finally run out of the instant stuff?” This came from Rose, one of your oldest friends (literally).

You chuckled as you leaned back against the seat.

“Yeah, I tried to hold out, but the cravings really got me this time.”

“It’s the damn weather. The cold makes us hungry.” Rose said as she downed her vodka soda.

Just then the bartender appeared. He set a glass of whiskey down on the table, winking at you before making his way back over to the bar.

You smiled as you picked it up and let the first sip burn a trail down your throat. Whiskey was one of the few alcohols that was strong enough to have a kick anymore. You liked to drink wine, but with your desensitized taste buds it felt more like drinking juice, plus it was impossible to get drunk on.

You sat back as you began your search. The club wasn’t too packed today, and in no time you already had your eye on several possible candidates. You sipped your drink idly, eyes scanning over every wrist identified in red.

Proper etiquette stated that the human should come to you, that way they didn’t feel threatened. They were making decisions about possible candidates too. In the end it all had to be their choice.

You didn’t need to pursue them, though, all the hunting was done with the eyes.

You would go over your options, pick someone you were drawn to, and catch their gaze from across the room. That was all it took. With just the beckoning of your eyes, with just one look, they’d be tripping over their own feet to offer themselves up to you.

You were just about to take a closer look at the shy-looking girl in the corner when something else caught your eye.

You could feel someone staring.

There was a group of seven men pressed up against the wall, shifting anxiously.

All of them were absolutely gorgeous. If they weren’t obviously newbies, they probably would’ve been picked up already, but most people preferred humans with more experience, those who were aware of their pain tolerance and were less likely to faint or collapse.

You sized them up. Each of their wristbands were red, and you smiled to yourself.

They had all been looking at you. The fascination and visible interest on their faces was apparent.

Even though they were all beautiful, you eventually made your choice. He was one of the shorter ones, blond with lush pillowy lips.

He was already looking at you when you settled on your decision.

You smiled at him.

Even from across the room, you could see the blush that immediately colored his cheeks. His gaze dropped to his shoes for a moment, eyes shifting back and forth, before he looked back up at you.

He seemed shocked to find that you were still looking at him.

You raised a hand to wave, letting him see the green of your wristband.

His eyebrows raised incredulously, glancing over his shoulder pointing to himself with a questioning expression.

You chucked and nodded. Tilting your head to the side playfully, you gestured for him to come closer with a single curling finger.

You saw him say something to his friends, and then he was hurriedly making his way over.

Once again, you raised your arm to get the bartender’s attention. He saw the man walking towards you, noticed his red wristband, and nodded in understanding.

When the man slid in the booth to sit next to you, your nose was flooded with his heavenly aroma.

His skin was glowing, stretching over firm, plump cheeks like the skin of a ripe apple, waiting for you to sink your teeth into and taste its sweet juices. He looked healthy; he looked alive.

“Hello sweetheart, what’s your name?” You asked.

“J-Jimin.” He stuttered, fiddling with his hands.

Aww, poor thing.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m friendly, I swear.” You offered another warm smile, trying to ease his nerves.

“I’m Charlotte, but everyone just calls me Charlie.” You stuck out a hand to shake. His warmth seemed to creep all the way up your arm when your hands met, while the coolness of your skin sent him tingling with excitement.

“This your first time here, Jimin?” You asked as you raised your glass to your lips.

“Is it that obvious?”

“It can be intimidating at first, but you’ll get used to it. This is a safe place, trust me.”

Jimin nodded, his head bent slightly. You couldn’t help but find his complete compliance endearing.

“Don’t worry,” you murmured, leaning in so your mouth was right by his ear. “I’ll be extra gentle with you.”

You felt him shiver.

“How’s your pain tolerance, love?” You asked in a soft, balmy voice, tracing the outline of his collarbone with your fingertip.

Jimin paused, his breath coming in quick puffs. His heartbeat was thunder in your ears.

“High.” He said.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Is it, now? Well, I guess we’ll see.”

You popped open the top button of his shirt and brushed it open. Your nose was inches from his skin as you inhaled deeply, eyes following the intricate map of his twisting veins.

“You smell so sweet.” It was barely over a whisper but you knew he heard it, you could tell by the way he shuddered.

Your hot breath fanned against him as you felt around for his jugular vein, avoiding any major arteries. You wrapped Jimin’s hand around your wrist, using your other hand to hold the opposite side of his neck to steady him.

“Squeeze my wrist when you want me to stop.” You said.

He nodded, wide eyes transfixed on your face. Smiling at him sweetly, you tenderly swept the hair from his face. Closing the gap between your bodies, you brushed your lips against the hollow of his throat.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

He nodded vigorously.

“I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.” You coaxed. Explicit permission was something you always got before you even thought about sucking anyone’s blood.

Jimin let out a shaky breath.

“Please...drink from me.”

The corners of your mouth tugged upwards like a neat little bow, and then you were baring your fangs and sinking them into his flesh.

He whimpered as you pierced him deep, his eyes fluttering shut.

The human body’s first response was always fight or flight, so you weren’t surprised or alarmed when he tensed and gasped in your hold.

Adrenaline would be pumping through him now, alerting the rest of his body that pain had begun to bloom like an unfurling flower in fast-motion. The thorns of said flower being the pointed teeth creating two perfect puncture holes in the vulnerable skin of his neck.

His hand gripped your waist until he was white-knuckled, pulling you closer to his chest, but his hold on your wrist remained light.

Your lips stayed attached to his neck as you waited for him to stop squirming.

Once the instinctual burst of fear had passed, a sigh escaped him as he relaxed underneath you. The endorphins had no doubt kicked in, working to combat the pain.

That was when you started to suck.

A low, guttural moan was pulled from the depths of Jimin’s throat. You felt his muscles loosen and his body curve into you.

He bit his lip, swallowing down any more cries of ecstasy, his head leaned back to rest against the back of the seat. His torso pressed into you as he arched his back.

This was why humans gave themselves over to people like you.

When vampires fed, they released an overwhelming amount of pheromones. They drew humans in like flies to honey. Not to mention they almost completely dulled the pain of the bite, so while they were feeding the human was flooded with adrenaline, which created a natural high, and endorphins, which induced a floating, euphoric feeling. The cocktail of chemicals suddenly firing in their brain made feeding a blissful, intense, deliciously painful experience.

You had heard from several humans that it felt similar to an orgasm.

All you could hear was the thud of Jimin’s heart and your suckling, slurping sounds as you drained him.

Jimin pawed at your waist, eyes still closed as his brain became more foggy and muddled with pleasure.

“More,” he pleaded. “More.”

He sounded so helpless, so desperate. If your mouth wasn’t already busy, you would’ve cooed at him and covered his pretty face in kisses.

You gave him what he wanted, tugging him even closer and locking him in place with your strong arms. Your fangs penetrated him deeper as you switched to a more vicious pace.

Jimin’s chest heaved as he moaned and groaned.

You slid your hand from his neck into his hair, combing your fingers through its softness. Every time you tugged on his locks, he would let out a soft, strangled noise from the back of his throat.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, you hovering over him as he writhed underneath you, but at some point you felt him tighten his hold on your wrist.

You immediately yanked away from him. You were both panting and trying to catch your breath.

“Are you okay?” You asked as you cupped his cheek, searching his eyes for any signs of discomfort.

A bright, eye-crinkling smile crossed his face as he nodded.

Oh my god, he is so pretty.

One of the upsides of being the most dangerous predator in the world was that you could get away with picking up someone out of your league.

Not all vampires were stunningly attractive like everyone thought. They looked like normal people, but they let off so many enticing chemicals that, to humans, it was almost like bait.

Jimin was definitely out of your league.

Even though you knew you weren’t drop dead gorgeous, you probably couldn’t even be considered skinny, you were confident enough with your appearance; having humans chase and throw themselves at your feet tended to do that.

You liked your thick thighs, you liked being voluptuous.

But that still didn’t negate the fact that some people were just simply more attractive than others, Jimin being one of them.

You reminded yourself that he was only interested in you because you were a vampire, because you could give him that climax that he so desperately craved. That was the only reason someone like him would approach you.

At some point, Lee had stopped by the table to drop off a silver tray. One side contained a glass of orange juice and a bowl of fruit and nuts, the other contained a first aid kit.

You also noticed that everyone besides you two had left the booth.

You reached for the plastic white box and fished out the antiseptic wipes. Before wiping him down, you examined his neck and the skin around the bite. It showed early signs of bruising, and splotchy red petals marked where your lips had been. You gently poked around and found that the area was tender.

“Does it hurt?” You asked.

“A little.” He still sounded shy.

You leaned in again, close enough for your breath to tickle him.

“This will help.” You wrapped your lips around the wound, fangs completely retracted, and started to lave your tongue against the damaged skin.

Just like dogs, vampires had healing properties in their saliva, but instead of licking their own wounds, they licked the wounds of their prey. That way, they could heal and be fed on again and again.

Lapping up any remaining blood from the two bite marks, your tongue swirled over his marked flesh like you were french kissing.

You couldn’t see Jimin’s face. You couldn’t see the way he was biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut. More endorphins washed over him, sending him into a state of hazy, gooey submission.

The wet sound of your lips disconnecting from his neck was what made him finally look up.

You checked him again, pleased to see that the redness had dulled significantly.

“There we go,” you said with a smile. “Better?”

He just nodded. He didn’t trust himself to form a coherent sentence. You realized why when you looked down at his lap.

There was a very prominent, very noticeable tent in his pants.

Jimin’s face turned beet red when he saw that you’d noticed. He immediately went to cover himself with his hands, head bent low.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. It happens to a lot of people.” You said in a reassuring voice.

Jimin slowly, shyly looked up from his lap.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded with a warm smile.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. It’s not the first time I’ve seen it happen.”

Eventually, the fiery blush on his cheeks faded.

“You can stay here until you’re ready.” You said, sparing him the embarrassment of walking across the club with a giant bulge in his pants.

He nodded and flashed a thankful smile.

Deciding to busy yourself to pass the time, you got to work patching him up.

You felt his eyes on you as you cleaned and bandaged him. Then you presented him with the glass of orange juice and the bowl of fruit and nuts, all good sources of iron and vitamin C.

“Drink up.” You said as you nudged the glass towards him.

He looked like a cute little kid as he obediently puckered his plump lips around the bendy straw.

“After you’re done with that, I want you to take this iron supplement.” You said as you looked for the pill bottle in the first aid kit.

Jimin nodded, very focused on drinking his juice, hanging onto every command you gave him and following it with dog-like obedience. He was probably also focusing on getting his dick to deflate.

You could already tell he was a sucker for praise. He was the type of human that was perfect for feeding. It was a shame you’d never see him again.

He emptied the glass and ate every last morsel from the bowl, your eyes never leaving him. You were going to make sure he was fully replenished before he left here.

When he was done, he sat there awkwardly. Normally, this was when the two of you would part ways; you both got what you wanted. But he was obviously hesitant to leave.

You decided to save the poor boy, and ruffled his hair with a chuckle.

“So Jimin, what do you do for a living?”

He looked relieved that he had a reason to stay.

“I’m a dance student, at the moment, but I teach a few classes for extra money.” He said.

You saw something out of the corner of your eye. Turning your head, you saw Jimin’s group standing against the wall. Every single one of them was staring at you.

“What?” Jimin asked.

“I think your friends are looking for you.”

Jimin glanced over at them, and their eyes widened in obvious interest, beckoning him over with the curious look on their faces.

Jimin looked at them, then at you, then back to them, clearly conflicted.

“Would you mind if my friends came over?” He asked.

“Sure, the more the merrier.” You were busy digging around in your purse.

Jimin left to fetch them, practically running across the dance floor.

“Aha!” You found what you were looking for, pulling a red, heart-shaped lollipop from the depths of your bag.

To say that you had a sweet tooth was the understatement of the year. You had sweets stashed everywhere: your purse, your car, your jacket pockets, your nightstand, random drawers in your apartment, even in the crevices of your couch cushions. You found that sugar helped with the cravings, as well as complimented the aftertaste of blood.

Your all-time favorite flavor was cherry.

Slipping off the wrapper, you popped it in your mouth as the group approached you. They all looked just as nervous as Jimin, if not more so. They were either staring at the ground or staring at you.

“Come, sit.” You invited them into the empty booth. Half of them sat to your right, the other half to your left, sandwiching you in. Jimin returned to his spot directly by your side.

“I’m Charlie, nice to meet you all.” You waved with the hand holding the lollipop.

They all introduced themselves.

Damn, they are attractive. Why the hell are they all over here?

“Have any of you ever been here before?” You asked.

“No, we’re obviously a little nervous.” The one named Hoseok said.

“Everyone’s nervous when they first start. You’ll get used to it.” You reassured them.

“Were you nervous when you first started?” This came from Jungkook, the youngest in the group.

“Of course, it took me a long time to gain my confidence.”

You remembered your first ten years or so as a vampire, back when you were still shy and overcritical of yourself.

Then you realized that there was a whole community of people willing to go as far as pay you to actually injure them.

"How long have you been coming here?” Taehyung asked curiously.

“Heh, feels like forever.” You said with a chuckle. “I don’t come often, just when I really need to feed. My supplier quit on me, unfortunately.”

They very subtly perked up, so subtly that you didn’t notice it.

“That sucks.” The oldest one, Jin, said.

You nodded in agreement, distracted by your lollipop, then thought: Was that a pun?

“Do you have someone else you can go to?” Jungkook asked.

“No, despite this vast underground network we are in the middle of, there are few people willing to meet my requirements.”

“Which are?” Yoongi felt proud of himself for hiding any signs of eagerness in his voice.

“Oh, you know, no hard drugs, flexible schedule, full commitment. They have to be very dedicated to their health, follow a specific diet, be devoted to taking lots of vitamins and supplements, have time set aside to recover if needed.”

You laughed to yourself.

“It would be ideal if they lived with me, that way I wouldn’t have to travel halfway across town every time I’m hungry.” You were joking, mostly talking to yourself, but the seven of them glanced at each other.

God, it’s going to be a pain in the ass finding another supplier in such a limited time frame. You were deep in thought as you rested one elbow on the table. You bit down on the lollipop, and it crunched loudly under your powerful teeth.

A buzz came from your purse. You found your phone in the sea of candy wrappers and old receipts, and checked the screen.

“Ah, sh—” You trailed off, cursing the rest of the word in your head, and shoved your phone back in your bag.

“I can’t believe it’s already so late...” You grabbed your glass and tilted your head back, downing the rest of your whiskey.

“I have to go, gotta be up for work tomorrow. I wish I could’ve stayed longer, you’ve all been lovely.” You said, regretfully gathering your things and sliding your way out of the booth.

“Bye, Jimin. Thank you for everything.” You pinched his cheek affectionately, making him blush again.

They watched you walk across the dance floor, heels clacking, and disappear through the doorway. The second you were out of sight, they all pounced on Jimin.

“Spill.”

“What was it like?”

“Tell us everything.”

“How did it feel?”

Jimin’s eyes closed as he let his head fall back.

“It was amazing.” He said dreamily.

“As good as they say?” Jungkook asked.

“Better.” Jimin answered without hesitation.

“As good as an orgasm?”

“Better.”

All their mouths fell slightly agape as they stared at him. There was a thick moment of silence as all their minds went wild.

“Shit...” Yoongi was the first one to try to articulate his thoughts.

They sat there for a solid five minutes, trying to wrap their brains around the idea of such a euphoric experience. They watched in fascination as Jimin basked in the afterglow.

The bartender set a tray down on the table. Seven glasses, six filled with fancy, expensive-looking top-shelf liquor, and one filled with juice.

“We didn’t order anything.” Namjoon told him with obvious confusion.

“The woman who just left your table sent it. Pre-paid.” The bartender said. He set the glass of juice in front of Jimin.

“Oh, and she insisted that you drink this before you leave.” He distributed the other glasses, picked up his tray, and left.

They sat there in stunned silence. The drinks at the club were quite pricey, and they could all tell that she had just dropped at least a hundred dollars.

They looked at each other, still trying to comprehend everything that had happened in the last ten eventful minutes.

This was the first time a girl had simultaneously left them all utterly, and completely, speechless.

~~~

Your kitchen window was open wide, letting in the morning chill, as you leaned on the counter with your coffee cup in hand. You had just come from the shower, wearing nothing but a black bra, a pair of worn high-waisted jeans, and the towel that was wrapped around your head.

It had been a few days since you’d last fed, and you were trying to curb the cravings as best you could. Caffeine, sugar, cigarettes, and alcohol were the things that helped the most, and you would consume them in that order throughout the day.

But even the sweetest confection couldn’t compare to Jimin’s blood. He was one of the best tasting humans you’d ever had the pleasure of feeding on.

You had to go in for work at nine, but that wasn’t much of a problem, you’d already been up for hours. Well, to be precise, you’d never gone to sleep in the first place.

The phone rang. The sound echoed in the silence of your apartment. Your empty apartment, you were sadly reminded.

“Hey, Jason.” You answered.

“Hey, you remember the last time you were at the club?” He began.

“Yeah...” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to think of where this was going.

“Well, there’s this guy asking about you—”

“Excuse me, are you about to break your own rules?” You interrupted.

“Just hear me out—”

“What about all your confidentiality policies? What about your principles on anonymity?”

“Charlie, just listen to me—”

“Nuh uh, I am not gonna let you violate your own precepts.”

“Would you stop being stubborn and listen!”

“Nope, you haven’t broken a rule in two hundred years and I’m not about to let you break that record.”

“I think this would be really good for you!”

“I’m not listening, la la la la la!”

“Charlie, you need a supplier!”

“La la la la!”

“Would you just—”

You hung up on him.

They weren’t allowed to release any information about their members, it went against everything the club stood for, so you had no idea why he suddenly was about to tell a stranger who you were and where he could find you.

Sighing, you set the phone down and finished the rest of your coffee. You unwrapped the towel from your hair and set off the get ready for work.

~~~

You were distracted all day. Hunger ate away at you, and the only thing you could think about was Jimin and his six attractive friends.

You drank more coffee, smoked more cigarettes, and ate more pieces of candy in a two hour duration than you had in the last three days combined. That’s how hungry you were.

You fantasized about pinning Jimin against a wall and sinking your fangs into his perfect skin, letting his sweetness wash over you as his pretty moans filled the air.

Maybe he would get another erection, maybe it would rub against you as he squirmed.

You pictured drinking from all seven of them, one by one, then bandaging their bite marks and pampering them with soft pets and words of praise, relieving their pain by sucking and licking their wounds.

You would press your body to theirs as you alternated between drinking from their necks and wrists.

Maybe you would even spread their legs and draw from the femoral artery in their inner thighs.

Maybe your mouth would wander over to the center of their sensitivity, helping them out with their little problem if they were to get too excited.

Snapping out of your daze, you shook your head as if to clear it.

No, you couldn’t do that. That would be...that would be irresponsible. There were certain boundaries that existed between humans and the vampires that fed on them.

You lasted another few hours before you were seriously considering calling Jason back.

You were so hungry that you were eyeing your assistant with a yearning gaze, your mouth watering every time she walked by and wafted her scent into your face.

You finally cracked when she leaned over your desk and you felt your fangs come in.

When it comes down to it, it’s a safety issue, you tried to rationalize it in your head. If I go on like this, someone could get hurt. Yeah, I’m just trying to prevent an accident involving an innocent bystander.

You bit down on your lip as your finger hovered over the call button. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you pressed it and raised the phone to your ear.

Your heartbeat pounded louder with every ring.

Finally, finally, he answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey Jason, it’s Charlie.” You said a little too eagerly.

“I know it’s you, dork, I’ve had your number for a decade.”

“Oh, yeah...” You paused, feeling the anxiety build in your chest.

“So...about the guy from the club...” You said.

You couldn’t see him, but you could tell that Jason was hanging onto your words, waiting tensely for you to finish.

“Tell him I want to meet up.”

~~~

The seven of them walked with their hands nervously clenched at their sides. Jimin was leading them, looking up at the overhead signs for the name of the cafe you’d invited them to.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” Yoongi said.

“Hey, you were the one who suggested it.” Hoseok shot back.

“Still can’t believe it.”

“What if she says no?” Jungkook said, sounding anxious.

There was a pause.

“Then at least we can say that we tried.” Taehyung said.

Jimin suddenly stopped, causing everyone walking behind him to crash into his back. Before they could ask him what was wrong, they saw what he was intensely staring at.

You were sitting at a table outside, reading a book as you sipped your coffee. Compared to when they saw you at the club, you looked entirely different. Instead of leather, heels, and red lipstick, you were wearing a beige turtleneck under an oversized wool coat.

They all looked at each other, took a deep breath, and walked over.

When they stopped at your table, you looked up at them and smiled.

“Hi.” You chided in a high voice. You hoped they couldn’t hear your excitement. “Sit down, please.”

They all took their seats around the table, eyes transfixed on you like they were in a daze.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.” You said politely.

“Thank you for inviting us.” Jimin replied, his cheeks already starting to turn pink.

You smiled at him, remembering his adorable shyness.

“I wanted to talk to you all about a possible arrangement.” You said, looking down at the table, slightly embarrassed.

They all glanced at each other.

“Actually, that’s exactly the reason why we contacted you.” Hoseok said.

Your expression furrowed in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

They were looking at anything and everything but your face.

“We were thinking about what you said about needing a supplier,” Jimin said as he fiddled with his hands. “And how it was difficult to find people willing to meet your requirements.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“And...?” You said, still not seeing where this was going.

Jimin looked at his friends, silently begging one of them to take over.

“And...we were thinking that we could be those people.” Taehyung said.

Your eyes widened.

You were honestly not expecting that. When Jason had told you that someone was asking about you, you’d assumed that they’d just wanted to do it one more time. When you’d called Jimin, asking him if he wanted to meet, and he’d asked if his friends could come along, you just thought they’d want to try it once. You never expected they’d all offer to become your new suppliers.

“R-Really?” You asked, staring at the seven gorgeous men that seemingly all wanted you to feed off of them.

They all nodded.

“And when we say we’re willing to fulfill all your requirements, we mean all of them.” Jin said.

All of them? Could he mean—?

“You’d move out of your house?” You asked unbelievably.

They nodded again.

Hoseok looked down at the ground like he’d just remembered something sad.

“We’re getting evicted anyway.” He said, his voice quiet.

Mouth falling agape, you immediately felt bad for them. You remembered when you used to have money troubles, back when rock bottom was no unfamiliar concept.

Your mind started to whir as you considered the situation.

I can’t go without a supplier for much longer, and with seven of them, I’d never have to worry about being hungry again.

It was so lonely in your large apartment, with you and your cat being the only inhabitants. Maybe now you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Maybe now you wouldn’t be constantly reminded of how you were destined to be alone for all eternity.

You looked at the group of men sitting around the table, all of them staring at you with expectant eyes, waiting for your answer.

“Are you sure?” You asked, still incredulous to the idea that they would actually want to live with you and become your personal blood bags.

They all nodded vigorously.

But then your mind wandered to all the possible downturns. What if it gets complicated because there are seven of them? What would it be like to have them all living with you?

You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to them. What if you couldn’t control yourself? What if you crossed that thin line that existed between what was acceptable in the human world versus the vampire world?

It was never a good idea to be romantically involved with someone you were feeding on, all vampires knew that, too much could go wrong. Unhealthy relationships were often the only result. Too many negative consequences were possible: dysfunctional attachments, destructive possessiveness, God forbid anybody get physically hurt.

Jimin must’ve sensed your hesitation and interpreted it as you being concerned for them, because he grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight.

“Please,” he said in a soft voice, his eyes wide and pleading. “We really want this.”

You ran your eyes over them. Jin and Namjoon, the ones who seemed to carry the aura of leadership, each gave you a nervous smile. Yoongi, who had been quiet this whole time, swallowed the lump in his throat when your eyes landed on him. Hoseok and Taehyung were completely still as they hung onto your every word, and Jungkook had his gaze diverted down to his shoes, his cheeks visibly red.

You weren’t sure if Jimin was doing it on purpose, but as he leaned forward on the table, his mouth-watering scent hit you hard.

You swore you almost closed your eyes and moaned. You knew your answer the second his scent flooded your nose.

“Okay.”

~~~

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