#like you can ship what you ship obv but I feel like you water down the meaningfulness of how deep their love for each other is

[sapphosboy]

Oh look a well written, deep, loving and meaningful platonic relationship! Gee I sure hope no one simplifies it to “that intensity of love can only exist in romance” and diminishes the importance of a meaningful soul connection without the obligation of romance

#doctordonna #donna noble #tenth doctor #doctor who #I will probably add more tags to later but I’m high and soooo sleepy #they really are the blueprint for a perfect well fleshed out platonic relationship #they give it the same amount of love and respect as they would a romantic relationship except they make it very clear there’s no romance #like you can ship what you ship obv but I feel like you water down the meaningfulness of how deep their love for each other is

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

So I found this around, can I ask for SherLiam & HuaLian ?

♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

- Gets jealous the most

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

- Takes care of on sick days

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

- Gives unprompted massages

- Drives/rides shotgun

- Brings the other lunch at work

- Has the better parental relationship

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

- Still cries watching Titanic

- Firmly believes in couples costumes

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

- Makes the other eat breakfast

- Remembers anniversaries

- Brings up having kids

(Deliberately didn't read anyone else's answers for this before doing this lol.)

I think because both these couples are sickeningly in love, the answer to a lot will be both, but since that's a boring answer I'll go with whoever I think does the thing MORE unless it's a really really strong BOTH.

Sherliam

- Gives nose/forehead kisses: Sherlock

- Gets jealous the most: Liam

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: if they ever do get drunk they do it together and Billy or Louis picks them up with varying degrees of disapproval

- Takes care of on sick days: both, and they are both absolute manbabies about being sick in their own ways

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Sherlock

- Gives unprompted massages: Liam

- Drives/rides shotgun: Sherlock/Liam

- Brings the other lunch at work: Liam

- Has the better parental relationship: Sherlock

- Tries to start role-playing in bed: Sherlock tries to manipulate Liam into being the one to start it but Liam calls him out on it and THEN they do the role-play

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Liam

- Still cries watching Titanic: neither, I feel like they both just yell "there's room on that door!"

- Firmly believes in couples costumes: Liam

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Liam

- Makes the other eat breakfast: Sherlock

- Remembers anniversaries: Both

- Brings up having kids: Neither, they're more into just being the fun uncles to miscellaneous children

Hualian

- Gives nose/forehead kisses: both. Sometimes Hua Cheng ducks down to kiss Xie Lian's forehead or nose, and sometimes Hua Cheng sits at Xie Lian's feet with his head on his lap and Xie Lian will grab his face and plant kisses all over it

- Gets jealous the most: both but especially Xie Lian

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Hua Cheng

- Takes care of on sick days: kind of weird that we have a canonical sickfic for Hua Cheng but not Xie Lian. Obvs they both take care of each other but the first time Xie Lian gets sick and Hua Cheng is there to take care of him, Hua Cheng reaches some kind of transcendent state of fulfilled purpose.

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Xie Lian

- Gives unprompted massages: Xie Lian

- Drives/rides shotgun: Hua Cheng/Xie Lian

- Brings the other lunch at work: Xie Lian

- Has the better parental relationship: *sobbing*

- Tries to start role-playing in bed: ooh I think Xie Lian, very very clumsily and adorably. Hua Cheng has 8 billion fantasies but is initially hesitant to bring them up until Xie Lian indicates curiosity and opens the flood gates.

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Xie Lian

- Still cries watching Titanic: Hua Cheng

- Firmly believes in couples costumes: Lmao Hua Cheng literally put them in matching costumes twice in the last few donghua episodes

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Hua Cheng

- Makes the other eat breakfast: Hua Cheng

- Remembers anniversaries: Hua Cheng, Xie Lian remembers them too but sometimes forgets what day it is and accidentally misses one

- Brings up having kids: Hue Cheng has basically canonically done this on at least two occasions lol

#moriarty the patriot #tgcf #yuukoku no moriarty #heaven official's blessing #sherliam #hualian #asks

[depressedhouseplant]

Just Fucking Write - Day 72

Prompt: Fendi

A/N: This one has been in the drafts for a while (obvs) so I just added to it. Yes, it’s another Juyeon ship. Sue me 😝

Juyeon’s bones hurt. In spite of staying in one of the nicest hotels he’d ever seen and upgraded on both flights thanks to Fendi, he was so tired his bones hurt. He tried to smile and wave at the cameras as he walked through the airport.

“Welcome home, baby,” Younghoon greeted him when he opened the car door. Juyeon almost dropped his bags.

“What?” he blinked.

“After your comments on the live, I decided to surprise you,” the older boy smiled. “Get in before the cameras get too curious.”

The staff member took Juyeon’s luggage as he got in.

“You look terrible,” Younghoon observed.

“Thanks. You look fantastic,” Juyeon snorted.

“Let me rephrase, you look exhausted,” he amended.

“I am exhausted. I have no idea why. I’m used to big time changes. I’ve gone by myself to events,” Juyeon sighed.

“Not by yourself to another country when we’ve been touring for months,” Younghoon added. “Also in spite of what your MBTI says, I suspect you’re actually an introvert. Did you know anyone else there?”

“Not well. Everyone was nice though,” Juyeon told him.

“How about a nice long shower when we get home,” Younghoon suggested.

“Will you be in there too?” the younger boy asked.

“Of course. Someone has to massage all those sore spots,” Younghoon leaned in and kissed him.

“I missed this,” Juyeon said against his boyfriend’s lips.

“Fendi can pay for me to come with you next time,” Younghoon teased, running his hands under Juyeon’s shirt. “Unless you didn’t make a good impression.”

“Excuse you, I always make a good impression,” Juyeon poked Younghoon’s side. His boyfriend smiled against his lips.

“I pulled rank and told everyone to make themselves scarce when we got back,” Younghoon said.

“Kim Younghoon actually used his age to his advantage? You must have missed me more than I thought,” Juyeon dropped his head on Younghoon’s shoulder.

“It had to happen eventually,” the older boy laced their fingers together. Juyeon started to doze off as Younghoon ran his thumb over his knuckles.

“I feel like plane,” Juyeon mumbled.

“Almost there,” Younghoon assured him. “I told Eric to get your bags when we got back.”

“Thank you,” Juyeon yawned. The car stopped and Younghoon helped Juyeon out. The youngest was bobbing on the balls of his feet waiting for them.

“Hi hyung!” he hugged Juyeon.

“Hi Ericcie,” he hugged the younger boy back.

“I’ll get your bags and I left a clean pair of pajamas for you with Changmin hyung,” Eric stepped back. Younghoon snorted.

“Thank you,” Juyeon smiled.

“You look tired. See you tomorrow, yeah?” Eric said.

“Yeah,” Juyeon agreed. He was living for that hot shower and Younghoon’s hands on him. Eric seemed to get the hint and quickly took Juyeon’s bags inside and up the elevator.

“I kinda miss being all on one floor,” Younghoon mused as they rode the next one up.

“I know Sangyeon doesn’t,” Juyeon replied.

“I think if he had his way he’d be living on a desert island with no wifi,” Younghoon countered. The door dinged open and Younghoon steered Juyeon through the apartment to his room. “Though I like having to not share my bathroom with anyone.”

“Got stuck with an ugly mic, but got your own bathroom,” Juyeon flopped on the bed.

“Thank you for reminding me,” Younghoon rolled his eyes as he began undressing Juyeon. The younger boy dutifully rolled over and moved his limbs when needed. When Juyeon was only in his underwear, Younghoon went to start the shower. “Ready?”

“Absolutely,” Juyeon replied. The hot water felt amazing on his sore body. He released an obscene groan when Younghoon began massaging his shoulders.

“They’re gonna think I’m fucking you in the shower,” Younghoon joked.

“This is way better than sex at this very moment in my life,” Juyeon let his eyes close.

“I’m not going to take that as a commentary on my skills in bed,” Younghoon moved down to Juyeon’s back.

“You know it’s not,” Juyeon leaned into Younghoon’s touch. He grunted when Younghoon found a particularly stubborn knot in his back.

“Just say when,” Younghoon told him. It was that odd space between pain and pleasure that Juyeon never quite knew what to do with.

“I love you,” he sighed as the muscle finally released.

“I love you too,” Younghoon replied, turning Juyeon to face him.

“I mean it. Not just because you massaged my back in the shower,” Juyeon said.

“And I mean it back,” Younghoon smiled and kissed him. Juyeon desperately wanted to do something, anything, with Younghoon but his body wasn’t having it. “Later, babe. You need to rest. I’m not offended.”

“Promise?” Juyeon asked.

“I promise,” Younghoon replied. He turned off the water and helped Juyeon out of the shower, drying him off and putting him in the bed. Younghoon quickly dried himself off, climbed in behind Juyeon, and turned out the light.

“Sleep, my love,” he kissed the back of Juyeon’s neck.

“Mmkay,” Juyeon squeezed Younghoon’s arms and fell into a blissful, dreamless sleep.

#just fucking write 2k24 #the boyz fanfic #the Boyz Bbangju #younghoon x juyeon

[hmsharmony]

Give me all your thoughts about tsitp!!!!!

ALL OF THEM??? That's a lot of thoughts, seek!!! With very little guidance!! So here, please have a bunch of thoughts with zero segues between them.

Though some caveats before I dive in: 1) I have not rewatched S1 since it aired so my memories are FUZZY; and 2) I read the first book (and only the first book) back in 2015 and started the show knowing I preferred Jeremiah to Conrad.

WITH THAT SAID.

First, I want to wax poetic again about the "Delicate" scene, despite having already screamed about it in the tags of multiple reblogs. But it was just!! so!!! good!!! Altered my brain chemistry, cleared my skin, watered my crops etc. The timing is just SO!!!! "I pretend you're mine all the damn time" as they're holding each other and staring??? Belly breaking the stare and slipping underwater and swimming away as "'Cause I like you" fades into "is it cool that I said all that?" because she's not sure what to do, especially after the golf course? The camera switching to Jeremiah staring uncertainly after her during "is it chill that you're in my head?" only for him to go after her?? The instrumental break as they talk, and then "isn't it isn't it isn't it" playing as their hands reach for and grab each other? I AM LOSING MY GODDAMNED MIND THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Okay, now that I've screamed about that again, moving on:

I think our feelings are aligned re Conrad. The moody, bad communicator, maladjusted boy is not for me. Even when I was a teenager, Conrad-like male characters generally weren't my favorite (obvs that's not a hard and fast rule--if you look back at what I was shipping as a teen, there are moody boys there, although I'd argue those moody boys developed into much less moody, healthier characters). So I don't think it's a surprise that I do not enjoy Conrad. I'm open to changing my mind, but I'm also not invested in his growth. 🤷 To the extent I am invested, it's vis-à-vis Jeremiah, not Belly. Part of that undeniably is because Jeremiah is my fave, but a larger part is because narratively Jeremiah should be his most important relationship. I hope the show surprises me, but I'm also not holding my breath. Also, also! Going back to the most recent ep, where Conrad insists that he went home whenever he could to help with their mom: it's hard to buy that when the only time we see him come home was when he wanted to guilt Jeremiah into blessing his relationship with Belly. Of course, that's Jeremiah's POV, and maybe he's an unreliable narrator (in this case, only showing us that one time Conrad came home when there were many others). But so far the only evidence we have that Conrad made an effort with their mom is Conrad's assertion that he was there, and I'm not buying it.

Next, Belly. I'm gonna be honest: there is very little in this world that will get me to defend or love a character more than making them a teenaged girl. There is only one teenage girl in the history of media that I can recall actively disliking, and the rest I would probably kill for. Society hates and looks down on them, writers often fuck up their writing and create a narrative that unfairly blames them, and thus I grant them a lot of leeway. I absolutely have a double standard--if a teenaged girl does something questionable, I generally am much more willing to forgive than if it was any other character. So even though she's acted fairly selfishly this season, I have a lot of love in my heart for Belly and, unlike with Conrad, I am interested in seeing her hopefully grow and recognize that this should not be about her. Susannah was important to her. That house is important to her. But at the end of the day, she didn't lose her mother, and that house was never hers. Her feelings should come second to Jeremiah's and Conrad's, and right now that's not happening. None of this is surprising for a teenager, but I need the narrative to call this behavior out, and it's not. I also really, really, really need her to recognize that her relationship with Conrad was not healthy, and that it will not be healthy unless and until they both (but especially Conrad) work on themselves. Finally, and I touched on this with my villain origin story ask, it's frustrating that Belly is getting pieces of information about why Jeremiah has had his walls up, but not recognizing it as that. I can buy her being confused about Jeremiah on the golf course because Conrad told her he moved on. But then for Jeremiah to reveal, hey, Conrad actually came to me and made me give him my blessing, and for Belly's only reaction to be, "Conrad cared so much that he went to Jeremiah!!!" and not "wow this does not align with what Conrad told me when I was worried about Jeremiah" is kdslfjdksljf. Will the show circle back and have Belly question this? Maybe, but again, based on how they've framed it so far, I doubt it.

Jeremiah is easily my fave, and has been from the start. Characters that act happy-go-lucky, like they can't be relied upon, like all they care about is having fun, while actually being the one person who will always be there for the people they love? Characters hiding grief behind beaming smiles? Characters with heavy responsibilities placed on them too soon??? THEN MAKE THEM ONE HALF OF A BEST FRIENDSHIP TURNED MORE SHIP??? 100% my kryptonite, I was a goner before I picked up the book 9 years ago. Just, god. This 17-year-old boy having to deal with 1) his mother has cancer; 2) his brother KNEW his mother had cancer and never told him; and 3) the girl he thinks he has something with (I can't remember where his relationship with Belly stood at the end of S1 oops so hopefully this is accurate) kissed his brother and now she wants to pursue a relationship with that brother?? All of it at once?? And what he chooses to do is take care of his mom, figuring out smoothie recipes to keep her healthy, putting on a beaming face for her so she won't worry, hanging out with her in his senior year of high school when the only thing he should be worried about is applying for college (which, and I think you've touched on this--has he???)? Get the fuck out, this boy deserves the world and all he gets is hate.

Finally, I am Angry that Laurel has been missing for so much of this season. Outside of Jeremiah and Conrad (notwithstanding how I feel about the latter), Laurel's reaction is the most important--much more important than Belly's (sorry Belly). IDK. Again, maybe I'm biased: I've had the same best friend for 20+ years, so to see their friendship pushed aside?? To not focus on how Laurel is processing all this? Fucking criminal. (And look, I know this show's target audience is teens/early 20s. But Back In My Day teen dramas also focused on the parents to capture that 25-49 demo. And because they had 22-26 episodes to fill, and I am realizing yet again this is why the 8- to 10-episode seasons are fucking cursed.) How many times has Laurel thought of something and reached for her phone to text her best friend? How many things in her house are from Susannah, or are from a trip with Susannah, or just makes her think of Susannah? How many times has she said or done something that she picked up from Susannah, only to realize she only says that word that way because of Susannah and almost crumbling from the grief of that realization? And god, what was writing the book like? What was it like trying to distill into writing one of her most important relationships? What was it like putting Susannah out there for everyone to know, to judge? How many times did she think about not publishing because Susannah is hers, because she wasn't ready to share her best friend with the world, because any criticism of the book would feel like criticism of one of her great loves? I need to know, I want to know, and I deserve to know!!! I want to see Laurel dealing with this, and not just as it affects her relationship with Belly (which is also important!!! do not get me wrong!! but Laurel didn't stop being her own person when she became a mother). Give me the Laurel-centered episode, show! We can go without the love triangle shenanigans for 50 minutes, I promise!

So there are thoughts!

#characters: jeremiah fisher #characters: laurel park #characters: susannah fisher #characters: conrad fisher #characters: belly conklin #miss the days where searching for a term only brought up the tags #the summer i turned pretty

[woodlaflababab]

Hot Take: The Lion Turtle wasn't that out of left field.

Was it a deus ex machina? Yes. But it wasn't like some sudden dip in writing or like this was unprecedented and had no basis or reasoning in universe. Hear me out. This is Long.

Let's go back to book 1, specifically the book 1 finale. At what point prior to that are we told that there's a spirit that can turn into a giant koi monster and wipe out everyone? We didn't even know about the whole Tui and La thing until we are in the midst of the battle and there is no viable solution. Aang as he is, does not have the ability to solve this problem.

However, Aang is the avatar.

50% of that is having all four elements. It means mastering diciplines, practice, it's skill that you gradually improve on, it's being clever with the tools avalible to you.

But the other 50%, that I feel is too often forgotten, is spirithood, or being the bridge to the spirits. Spirits are not tools. They're explicitly shown to be things that just kinda Do Shit, and Are There. They don't care about the human world for humans' sake, that's the Avatar's job. The spirits are unexplainable. (I am ignoring Korra) Dealing with the spirits isn't something you can learn. There's not really a special technique Aang learns on How To Spirit 101.

But as the Avatar, Aang has the ability to comune with spirits, to seek them out, call to them, ask them for help, and give them help in return. Part of being the Avatar is doing things no one else can, and again, 50% of that comes from having four bending abilities, and the other 50% is his connection to spirits.

The Lion Turtle is the earned pay off of Aang's actions. Aang, like in the Northern Water Tribe, faces a problem in which neither he, nor anyone around him, knows what to do, and just like in the NWT at the twelfth hour, he turns to the spirits. He chooses to find a place where he feels connected, and calls out. He opens himself to a world outside of human control knowing that, as merely human, he is not capable.

It's the same set up.

Aang faces a problem: Giant Invasion/Having to defeat the fire lord

He does everything he physically can: Takes down a dozen ships/Masters three extra elements

But pulls back when he realizes continuing this way will destroy him: Retreats and admits hes in over his head/Refuses to commit violence with the intent to kill because that means sacrificing his values and the last remaining shreds of his people's values.

(PSA: Taking care of your mental/emotional health is just as important as taking care of your physical health)

He opens himself up to other people for solutions: Yue is just like 'you gotta dude :|'/His friends mock him

He chooses to turn to the spirits: Brings it up with Yue and Katara and Yue brings him to the spirit oasis/ Leaves the others to meditate

[Enter Magic Meditation Here]

He Goes To A Weird Spirit Place: Spirit World/Lion Turtle Forest

Fucks Around for a while as he tries to figure out wtf hes supposed to do: talks to spirits and Roku/talks to the avatars and momo (best place of advice obvs)

Finds the spirit he needs to help give him info: Koh+Ocean Spirit/Lion Turtle

Is granted sudden new powers that can solve his impossible situation: Giant Koi/ Energybending

Uses that shit

Saves the day

The end.

And I don't think this is really a cheat for him either. Aang still gives his everything to trying to fight those ships, even after seeing how many there are. He still has to go through all the hassle of the spirits fucking with him.

With the finale, he still admits to Momo that he may have to kill Ozai. He still accepts that, if literally no other solution is avalible, he'll do it even if it means sacrificing himself and his nation. He still has to do the battle to subdue Ozai and still has to risk being internally fucked by bad mojo from Ozai.

He still has to prove himself. In my opinion, he has to prove himself far more in the book three finale than book one. Book one he just kinda takes out some ships and then chats with some spirits and then the Ocean spirit does everything for him.

In the fight with Ozai, AANG had to learn all four elements, HE had to learn the avatar state (even if it conveniently got taken as soon as he did and then given back at dramatic moments), HE had to face Ozai even without the avatar state, HE still tried to reason with Ozai to the end, HE still used the avatar state (apon being gifted with a poke in the back) to fight back, HE still decided to not take the easy way out, HE still commited to and accomplished taking Ozai's bending.

He earned his use of the elements

He earned his use of the Avatar state (prior to lightning bc they couldn't have Aang be op too soon jebdjsbdn)

He continuously believed there has to be another way

He sought out solutions.

And he still had to get ragdolled some to top it off.

And as to the other Avatars' advice, and the idea that he was selfish.

He followed the wisdom of all the Avatars he spoke to.

He was decisive: "No, I'm not going to end like this."

Justice brought Peace: the firelord being rendered powerless and stuck to suffer jail the rest of his life weak and helpless is justice

He actively shaped his own Destiny: he decided how he was going to end things and shaped his destiny and the destiny of the whole world

"Selfless duty calles you to sacrifice your own spiritual needs and do whatever it takes to protect the world": to which Aang says "I guess I don't have a choice Momo, I have to kill the firelord."

The Lion Turtle did not come out of left field and Aang earned/deserved his ending.

#atla #atla meta #I have opinions #this isnt even covering what aangs decision meant thematically #and how his arc would have been ruined with anything else #this is just about the lion turtle #i for one #like that theres just this giant ass #super wise ceature #fucking off in the ocean #and one day hears the avatar #and is like #“fuck it” #“sure” #“lets ball” #i want more lion turtle #aang #aang meta #meta #lion turtle #pro aang #woodlaflababab

[romeulusroy]

I mean you know I had to come and be shipped. Male character please. ISTJ, Virgo, and Gryffindor. The Eldest Sibling. I'm 5'9 which is considered average and in my family is considered short. Trans Dude with long hair because I refuse to cut it although this also means I've lost more hair ties than I can keep track of. Glasses. Penchant for wearing graphic t-shirts, patterned button downs, jeans, or hoodies if the weather permits. I own no single pair of normal socks anymore (that's a fact I pride on, they're all some sort of pattern). Sarcastic. Quiet until you get to know me or until I'm comfortable. I swear a lot which shocks people. Mentally Ill (depression, anxiety, OCD). Autistic. Dream Job is to be a film editor or honestly in the industry in some capacity. I watch too many movies in about every genre. Read a lot, probably more than I should in comparison to actually adventuring outside. But I love roaming cities, heading to concerts, plays, musicals. Record store trips, thrift shops all the time. Listen to any genre of music and have too many favorite artists to list. Irrational fear of deep sea fish. Favorite color is green. Favorite animal is a tiger. Does this help, hopefully! Honestly if you're overwhelmed with ships don't bother with mine just take it easy and I'll be fine. PS. Obv your shipped with Roman, I just. Yeah I mean you two would absolutely vibe.

Noah!!!! I ship you with: Kendall Roy!!!

He loves your sarcasm. He can't help it, whenever you have a comeback or comment, it always makes him smile. You're fast with it, too. And you don't censor yourself. You're like that with everyone. He loves it. You can keep up with him, with Rome and Shiv. You have endless comments about his father though you're smart enough to keep those between you and him. He also loves how much you swear. The word fuck is like um or like with his family, it's between every word. He appreciates that you can keep up, that you're not shocked or disgusted by his own swearing. It doesn't make you a bad person or any less smart, it's just a way of expression.

You love that when he puts his mind to something, he gets it done. Kendall can get a little one minded when he's focused on something. That can be a little annoying to others, when he gets that focused, but you like it. It brings out this determination in him that you don't often see. It shows you, and the world, that he isn't just Logan Roy's son, but an entire being and entity on his own. That he's far more capable than people give him credit for.

Your relationship is emotional. Kendall is a bit of an emotional roller coaster. After being on a high and making pitches and taking over as CEO, he gets low and needs to isolate and typically drifts to the water. It's not always easy dealing with that, but you make it work. You make sure you're always communicating, talking, and working things through. He really is grateful for you and all that you do. You knew going into it that he was a complicated person with a lot of feelings and not that much, if any, support from his family. It's work, but in the end it's completely worth it. You love one another so much.

Your first date is to a record store. You know from the beginning that Kendall favors one genre above all else and is constantly wearing his headphones. You love fishing through the records and CD's, telling him all about the different artists and genres and time periods. And he loves to listen. If it were anyone else he might've been bored, but you make it interesting, you make it fun. You make him want to learn everything there is to know about all genres and types of music. It's a store you visit often after that, making fun of one another and what you listen to.

Relationship Headcanon: Kendall always keeps a hair tie on his wrist for you. He always replaces is when you need one. You never noticed for the longest time, he just always seemed to have one. Then one day it clicked: Kendall doesn't need them. His hair is too short. He wears them for you, when you need one. You don't say anything about it, but it's something you're reminded of often whenever you look at his wrist. He's doing it for you, because he loves you and cares about you and thinks about you.

Screaming, crying, I want to vibe with Roman so bad he is baby boy!!! I really hope you like it! 💜💜💜

#kendall roy #kaitbishop-ships

[meduseld]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by my dear @angel-starbeam so let's get into it.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

234! To be found right here.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

586,701... I thought that number would be higher tbh.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A lot, but currently mostly The Terror and 911 on fox. The duality of man I guess.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In order: I’d Learn To Float, You're Looking At Me (Like You Don't Know Who I Am), Water Is Sweet, Blood Is Thicker, Tough To Talk To and Down On Both Knees. Which is kind of a hilarious progression as it's two Superbat Big Bang fics about love and secret identity, an epic Aquaman with GOT style politics one and two sexy rough Buddie from 911 fics.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yeah I always try to! People are sweet, they highlight stuff I hadn't even seen and sometimes they end up kickstarting the words juice. Like the second half of Nature Teaches Beasts to Know Their Friends is several k written exclusively for/in the comments section.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably After The Night (When I Wake Up)  since it's such a dark premise regardless and the ending is just about fucking everybody up.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably I’d Learn To Float up above, since it's a happy family time and personal fulfillment for Clark with less angst overall than some of my other fics.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have, mostly for NickxZiggy fics and other canon/practically canon ships which always suprises me because I've written pairings that on the surface should be way more "problematic". That being said, hitting that comment moderation button cleared them right up. Haters are cowards, basically.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have yeah, but I don't think of myself as primarily a smut writer. My niche is probably masturbation as an excuse for character study.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Sort of? Like I like taking elements from one verse to apply to another to see how that works but more in the sense of like an AU over a strict crossover so not in the sense this was meant.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge and I'd prefer to keep that ignorance going because yikes.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, it's been offered but I'm kind of a control freak in these matters as you can infer from the answer above and have asked that people don't translate my fics.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, but none have seen the light of day for different reasons which sucks because I do enjoy it very much, it just hasn't worked out to get to the publishing stage for life reasons.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I can't pick one, that's too hard, but obvs it really hits when you have a Character who thinks they are unlovable but committed to duty regardless and then a Character who goes on purpose, I love *you* on purpose. You can uh. Infer that from the fics mentioned above.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ugh too many in my files! That's why I refuse to post WIPs they haunt me. But right now mostly the two big-ish Terror ones I really want to post but alas.......

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think a feel for character? Like I think I get what makes them tick, if that makes sense.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Describing the fucking area they are in!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't think this one has a hard and fast answer to be honest. Like, is it canon compliant (aka do you have a character known for swearing in Klingon? Are language barriers a theme in the work? Does this world have a second language for like magic and shit? Tolkien Elvish and so forth) or is it part of the story you're telling (i.e. does the POV character know this language or is their lack of understanding a plot point? Are you deliberately keeping information from the reader because this is a mystery?) I mean, if you don't have Gomez Addams saying cara mia you're doing it wrong. So basically it really depends on what is going on. If you need the reader to know what is being said/the POV character should know the language italics or implication (he swore in Spanish, and then she used a very romantic phrase in French or whatever) make sense, if you're deliberately highlighting the language barrier or setting up a plot point like they misheard the thing or are trying to piece it together then it should be rendered in that language. Or as implication I love that device.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Uh. The Fullmetal Alchemist anime as a tween. It's for the best the sands of time swallowed that.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I can't choose! That's too hard. Idk, you tell me your favorite fic that I have written, sound fair?

Tagging, only if you dig it:

@warrenkoles @jacksonmaine @dsudis @poeedamerons @boilyerheid and @dancinbutterfly

[fightclubgayporn]

Rubbing Alcohol

Summary: An exploration of Kan and Vernon's friend-ish-ship, through the lens of Kan being an alcoholic. 2nd person, Kan's perspective. uh cw for alcoholism obvs and also Vernon makes like one suicide joke

“Get up.”

Bleary, you look up from prone position and meet the cold blue eyes of Vernon Valentine. The asphalt crushing your face has notes of nosebleed and wet stone.

You mumble incoherently into the pavement, allowing the rain water to soak your shirt. You’re already wet, so who cares?

“Kan,” Vernon sighs. It’s one of the bad sighs, a sharp one that means he’s annoyed with you. “Get up already. I’m serious. I wanna go home.”

You want to go home, too. It’s cold, for early September, at least, and you’re craving the comfort of your bedframeless mattress. You kick your toe against the pebbled ground. You tripped on the loose gravel on your way to wrap your arms around his neck. He never hugs you, you’re always the initiator. It’s become a sort of game of yours, to see how much intimacy you can get away with before he pushes back. 

It’s stupid, and you know that, but you can’t get rid of your desire to weigh him down, drag him to your level. He’s so above it all, and you’re so…not. 

You’re taller than him, by a fair bit, but it never feels that way. Especially when you’re facedown, looking up at him like he’s your god-king. At this moment, he looks more like a disappointed parent. 

“Help me…” you mumble, weakly squeezing the air, grasping for Vernon’s hand. It’s always been this way; you’re the one who fucks up and he’s the one to put you back together.

He sighs, but you feel his cold hand grasp yours, and soon you’re back on your feet. You’re not a light guy, but Vernon lets you sling an arm around his neck, shouldering your weight like a champ.

“Alright, big guy. Let’s get you home.”

When you blink up at him, he’s smiling, all soft and nurturing. He likes you, that’s why he puts up with you and your mistakes. Or, mutters a voice of self-doubt, he just likes the control.

You’re lucky to have him. So lucky. You say so, pouring the words into the gap between his sweatshirt and his skin.

“I know,” he murmurs. It’s so soft, you almost don’t hear it, so gentle that the warm alcohol in your stomach starts feeling like something akin to love.

You could cry, and you will when you’re back in your bed, when Vernon goes back to his room, and you’re alone. Sometimes you wish he would open the door, crawl under the covers with you, share his body heat, though you know he never will.

It doesn’t hurt to hope.

You wake up late. There’s a pounding sea between your ears and a soreness behind your ribs. You hug your pillow closer, trying to blot out the deafening light coming through your tiny window.

You can hear Vernon in the kitchen, and your stomach growls. You haven’t eaten since last night, and besides, a bag of corn nuts and four shots of vodka isn’t exactly a meal.

Fighting your sluggish muscles, you manage to make it out of your room.

“Morning, sleeping beauty” Vernon greets you, pushing a glass of water across the table.

You take a sip, mostly just to see the approval wash across his face. You feel more lonely than hungover.

“You want something to eat?” Vernon asks, except he’s not asking, so it comes out more as a statement. You want something to eat. You do. Period. End of sentence.

You make a noncommittal hum. He’ll do what he wants. It doesn’t matter what you say.

“How’s your head?” he asks, sliding a piece of bread into the toaster with practiced efficiency. With his other hand, he takes a battered stick of butter out of the fridge, smacking it a few times to warm it up.

“You know. Bad.” you shrug, leaning your elbows on the table. “I’ve had worse, though. I’ll survive.”

Vernon chuckles, punctuated by the bread popping out of the toaster. “Most psychiatrists would call you an alcoholic.”

It’s a joke. He says it like one, at least. But you’re not an alcoholic. You don’t think.

“I’m fun when I drink,” you reason. It’s true, you are. Everyone likes to watch someone make a fool of themselves, everyone prefers the manic to the depressive. You’re no fun when you’re holed up in your room, smelling like smoke and fermentation, wasting away.

“Sure,” He says, scratching butter across the toast. You hate the sound. It means he left the bread in the toaster for too long.

“I’m not an alcoholic.” You say firmly. Vernon raises his eyebrows at you, and, okay, that might have sounded a little defensive. “Really,” you insist. Really.

“Okay.” He shrugs. “I was just saying.” 

Lighten up.

He slides you the toast, looking at the microwave clock instead of you. 

9:38

“Shit,” He mutters, shoving a ring of keys into his pocket and still not looking at you. You take a bite of the toast. It’s burnt. 

Vernon works at the diner around the corner. He’s a waiter, which always struck you as odd. It’s hard to picture Vernon serving anyone.

You’re not complaining, though. It’s not like you’re employed. You’re so utterly reliant on Vernon that you wouldn’t care what he did for a living, even if he was a hired killer. He takes care of you. That’s all that matters.

You’re lucky, you really are.

It’s boring, waiting for Vernon to come home. You guess it’s pathetic that he’s the center of your universe, that you’d fall out of orbit if he ever left. Then you see him again, and you don’t care anymore. You’re fine with being pathetic.

Most people would say that you’re in love with him. You guess it’s true. You’d fuck him if he asked. You’d do anything if he asked. 

You can’t picture being boyfriends, though. The two of you aren’t lacey red valentines and sweet nothings and pillow talk, you’re cranberry liqueur and cheap takeout and codependent coexistence. 

Not quite love. Love-adjacent, maybe. Infatuation.

The hours pass. You stay in bed, watching reality shows and waiting for Vernon to come back. You make yourself microwave rice. You take a nap. You wake up. You force yourself to leave the beer in the fridge. You wait.

At 7:03, the front door slams open and you hear Vernon throw his keys onto the counter. 

You wait a full four seconds before coming out to meet him. You don’t want to appear too desperate, like some sort of 50s housewife. Honey, I’m home! 

You snort. The image is absurd. Vernon isn’t giving you a kiss on the cheek, he’s muttering angrily under his breath.

You see his face and your stomach sinks. Bad mood, tread lightly. 

“Uh, did something…happen?”

Vernon smiles, mean and sharp. “Did some—” he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, Kan, something happened.” 

You deserve that. It’s a habit that’s always annoyed him, how you state the obvious. Can’t just be comfortable in silence, can you?

“Do you need anyth—”

“It’s just so frustrating! A customer breaks a plate and I get blamed? Fucking fascists, all of them!” You know by now that when Vernon gets like this, it’s not because he’s mad at you. You’re just the nearest person. You’re just a body. “And I can’t even quit, cause you’re never gonna get a job! Your only two settings are depressed and drunk, and only one of those is halfway tolerable!”

The words hit you like a slice in the gut. It’s a joke, or he says it like one, but you can read between the lines. 

You’re only fun when you’re wasted.

“Hey,” your voice comes out weak and shaky, like a newborn calf trying to walk. 

Vernon raises an eyebrow at you. “What? I’m just saying.”

Lighten up.

“Okay.” What are you supposed to say? How are you supposed to fix this?

“Hey, don’t be like that.” His expression softens and any amount of contempt you held for him instantly melts away. “I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean anything by it.”

You know. You know he didn’t. He’s a saint for putting up with you, you can’t stay mad. You can’t even stay hurt. 

“I can…try to look for a job. If you want.” You really don’t want to. But it’s Vernon. You have to try for Vernon.

His eyebrows shoot up, then he bursts out laughing. “Ha! Oh my god, Kan, you do not have to do that. Oh my god.” He smiles up at you, and yes, you’re taller than him, but when he laughs like that, you feel like a child. “Listen, I love you, man, but we both know you’re cut out for that kind of thing.”

Huh? 

“Huh?”

Vernon’s lips quirk up, condescending. “Um. Kan. Come on.” There’s a pause. “You’re just kind of… no offense, but you’re, like, a total screw-up.”

Your heart feels like it’s been doused in ice water. He’s right, of course, he always is. You’re always the first to admit that you’re a failure. It feels different when he says it, though. Like your stomach is trying to throw itself up. How does it always end up with him comforting you?

“Like, I feel like you’d work one shift and then hang yourself, you know?” He laughs, but you’re not in on the joke. “Just let me take care of the hard stuff, ‘kay?”

He throws an arm around your shoulders and squeezes, the kind of hug that guys who don’t hug give.

At least he’s touching you.

#i wrote this for class which is why vernon's only referred to with he/him rather than he/they #but. yeah. cute guy in my creative writing class said he's excited to read it so we are WINNING #fcgp writing #sdau #vernon valentine #kan komarov #high and mighty

[gentian-mudd]

hey um hi

could you elaborate real quick on why emigration to Canada is bad? I've been seriously considering it in the nearest future and I've only heard good things about it so I'm curious because it's Important Stuff to me and you seem to know your way around it

hello! so ive lived in canada all my life so have obv never immigrated here, and also i dont know! that much about a bunch of this stuff! if you’ve gotten information about canada from a reputable source that is different from what i’m saying, i’m probably wrong.

the whole immigration process? takes a long time. my understanding is that you’re able to move here with just a temporary residence, then you can apply for the permanent residence, then you can apply to become a citizen. i might be missing some steps. visas are also a things that exist but i do not understand. also because of covid lots of things have slowed down.

so! our housing market is. struggling, to say the least. prices peaked at some point last year with super high prices for houses and rent. now the prices are lowering a lot and some sources are expecting the housing market to “correct itself”, which sounds an awful lot like crashing hggsgshhd. fun /s. i read an article about the housing market today and i barely understood a word of what it was talking about but it didn’t sound great.

waitlists for subsidized/affordable housing can be years long.

although lots of canadians will say “sorry” when they walk into a doorframe, the stereotype of everyone being amazing and nice isn’t accurate. racism isn’t as obvious, but it’s just as common here as it is in the US. we don’t have guns, which is really helpful for stopping hate crimes, but people will be assaulted, harassed, threatened, etc. indigenous women are going missing at alarming rates and no one is doing anything. racism, slurs, teasing, etc are just as prevalent in schools as they are other places. there’s some people who call themselves the “freedom fighters”, who don’t believe in covid restrictions and mandates, and they and some others went to the capital to protest (which is legal and encouraged), but then blocked off streets and vandalized and stuff (which is illegal and not encouraged lmao). they also were. protesting something completely legal on the basis that it went against their rights sooo. lots of antivaxxers but theyre not making a big deal out of things rn so its fine. first nations reservations still don’t have clean water and have to boil everything. i‘m not trying to scare you, im just trying to show that the stereotypes aren’t true, as much as its nice to have people assume im an amazing person because im canadian.

our healthcare system is pretty good, but be prepared that although it’s “free healthcare”, you still have to pay for things like physiotherapy, dental care, acupuncture, massage, ambulance costs, eye tests + glasses, etc. in ontario at least.

also be prepared for the price of fruits and vegetables to go up significantly in the winter for preservative and shipping costs.

one good thing is that most employers are understaffed, so getting a job will be easier than it would be a while ago. in (southern) ontario, you can drive around cities and the sheer amount of “hiring” signs is honestly a bit apocalyptic. i saw a fast food place that had walk in interviews every wednesday.

anyways i really need to sleep i hope u have a nice day. if anyone has anything to add or fact check feel free to do that.

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knocked out ✰ jj maybank

summary: when your adventure to find the cross on the ship goes wrong jj panics when he realizes he might lose you and the future that you planned together may never actually follow through

requested: yes/no

"maybe a hurt/comfort jj imagine where reader is a pogue and she’s dating jj and always have been in the group and he always gets insecure about her dating him because she’s kinda like a kiara but pogue version or like pope, she’s really smart and all that but obv p4l and maybeeeee they fight and reader says smth like “you’re gonna push everyone away to the point you can’t even apologize anymore” and it comes to bite jj in the ass becaude instead of jj being knocked out and knocked out of the boat and kiara saves him, it’s the reader and jj saves her and he’s freaking out because he didn’t want his last words to be mean because he loves his girl??? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 or you could make an imagine of like instances jj has protected the reader and where she protected him and then the fight happens and then the boat thing idk so it’s small instances of fluff and comfort but bam! reader gets knocked out into the water and that’s what really made jj be with the reader foreverrrrr"

notes: i’m actually quite proud of this one, and it’s longer than what i normally write so that’s cool.

warnings: blood, you almost drown, fighting, i’m not sure what else

"Okay let's go." John B says as he begins to crawl his way out of the shipping container, "Pope grab my feet."

The called upon boy reaches forward to grab John B's feet but ultimately misses, resulting in the boy quickly sliding out toward the ground below.

"Oh! Jesus!"

Quickly Pope and Kie shuffle out of the container behind him and on to the deck of the ship, their voices can slightly be heard for a moment inside the container before they fade away.

You and JJ are stuck inside, waiting for the three to get back. He sits on the floor with his back resting against the wall and his feet out in front of him. You remain standing across from him leaning just below the grate to the outside.

"Y'know what I want to do after this?" JJ asks as he looks up at you.

"What?"

"I want us to go on a surf trip. Just you and me, living it up on our own. We could have everything we want for once."

"That sounds nice." You smile, the thought of a future together with JJ after this crazy adventure would be a dream come true.

"We could just live on the water, have our own shack, surf, cook fish that we catch ourselves, it would be great."

"Have you thought about this before?"

"Oh yeah." JJ affirms, "It's just that now, it could actually become a reality since we should actually have money for once."

This statement causes you to laugh yet you feel an ounce of dread, knowing that he's right. Both of you have never had much extra cash lying around but the thought of an actual fulfilling future fills you with joy. Together you both spend a moment thinking before you hear Pope's voice at the grate.

"Hey! Hey, open it." He whispers, knocking slightly.

"Here." Quickly you reach up and pull it down holding it in your arms.

"Thank god."

"You need help?"

"I'm good."

"Okay, put the grate back on." JJ instructs before John B interrupts, "No wait, hold it."

"What, no! Put it back!" All of a sudden a new face pops up, an unfamiliar girl begins to pull herself inside the container as Pope reaches out to help.

"Jesus Christ, I kill you John B!" She says after she's successfully inside.

"Who is this?" You question, not impressed by the new member showing up in the middle of your heist.

"Relax okay, I said I had a surprise."

"What's going on?”

"This is Cleo, from the Bahamas. Y'know the one that saved us and all? She's going to help." He explains.

"Next time ask me first." Cleo replies before continuing, "You all really thought you could hijack this tramp steamer on your own with no weapons? Do you have any idea what these people would do if they catch you? They'll kill you, dead, and cut off your fingers."

You and JJ share a confused look before being drawn back into the conversation from Kie.

"Do we wait until we go to port, do we run? What's the plan?"

"We can't do that."

"Why not?"

"I've run this scenario a thousand times and are best chances are here, on this ship. There’s 15 crew members and 5 of us, those are our best odds without getting trapped. This leaves us with a chance." Pope explains to the group.

"Some chance." You mutter, kicking your foot at the ground.

"Hey guys?" John B starts looking towards everyone with an unreadable expression, "Ward's alive."

"What?" You all question, everyone talking over one another.

"You gotta be kidding me!"

"Are you serious?"

"It was a setup, the boat, the confession. It was all to clear Rafe's name. He used the druthers because of the scuba onboard."

"Great. He's alive, he has the gold, and the cross, and Sarah. So he gets away with it all again!" JJ throws his hands up feeling defeated.

"We can't let him get away with this again." You say looking around at your friends. The group that you have grown so close too. You know exactly who they are, and that they aren’t going to give up now. Not when you all are so close.

"You're right, we can't let him get away again. We need the win." Pope agrees. Affirmations ring out from the rest of the group as you begin to discuss the plan.

After the plan is coordinated you split up, everyone going separate ways. Pope and Cleo to the bridge, John B and Kie to find Sarah, and you and JJ to lock everyone in the hull.

Getting everyone into the forward hull of the ship and locking the doors was pretty easy overall. No one put up too much of a fight. This resulted in you both quickly moving around on the boat, trying to find the others. Turning a corner at the back of the ship you come face to face with the captain who has escaped from his bindings.

"Of course," The captain says, "there's more of you. Get down on your knees!"

"Yeah, that's not going to happen." You say before rushing towards him.

"Go go go!" JJ echoes, pushing the man towards the wall. The captain angrily swings his arm, revealing a machete, towards you both but misses. You grab his arm and shove him into the wall as JJ punches him. Opening the door to some sort of electrical wiring you slam it into the man, hitting him hard enough in the face to knock him to the floor.

"Where's John B?" You question, "John B!"

You quickly turn around and find yourself dodging one of the mans swings. Your momentum causes you to fall back against the edge of the boat. The man uses this as a free moment to turn to go after JJ but you jump on him from behind. He evades your grip before going after JJ with the machete once more, JJ is able to successfully duck but the mans arm continues around. The blunt end of the knife makes contact with your temple almost instantly rendering you unconscious as you collapse.

Your body hits the edge before flipping over the railing, plunging you into the churning ocean below. JJ turns and angrily kicks the man in the chest as the captain finally falls useless to the ground. The boy is filled with panic and his chest heaves as he realizes the danger of what just occurred.

JJ abandons the captain laying on the deck of the ship, quickly moving to the railing. He screams your name as his eyes desperately search to see you down below before he notices your body floating face down, mere feet from the side of the boat. Grasping tight onto the cool metal bars he places one foot on top before pushing himself over. The boy falls fast before colliding with the cold water. His work boots instantly start weighing him down but he doesn't waste any time as he swims over to you.

Once he reaches your body he quickly pulls you close and flips you over, resting your head on his shoulder. Blood begins to seep down your face from your wound, worryingly staining the water red around you both.

"Hey, hey! Come on! Wake up! Please!" JJ cries out as he struggles to hold both himself and you above the water.

"I need you, please! I'm sorry!" He keeps talking, trying to reassure himself that help is coming and that this isn't the end.

"Look John B's coming, okay? They're coming! You're gonna be fine. Just please stay with me!"

The sound of a small boat motor can be heard, his friends voices finally reach his ears. Small waves from the approaching dingy make it harder to stay afloat but John B and Pope move quickly to help pull you in safely. Kiara and Sarah move to help JJ as you are propped up against the side of the raft.

John B begins to move the boat once more, pushing the straining motor as fast as it can go. There's background noise echoing from Rafe and other crew members trying to hold the cross up, yet the motor on the dingy quickly drowns it out.

It sputters loudly as it instantly seems to stop, leaving the group stranded in the water.

"No no no, hey what's happening?" Kie asks worriedly.

"We're stalling out!" John B responds, moving closer to the back of the boat to look at the engine. Many voices talk over each other as they try to figure out the problem.

"We're sitting ducks!"

"Come on man!"

"We gotta go!"

"I'm trying, forward or backward?"

"Come on, come on. Hurry!" Throughout all this commotion JJ stays focused on you, shaking your shoulders in an attempt to wake you up.

"Please wake up!" The boy cries out. Then the engine makes a small noise before roaring back to life, pushing them forwards once again. With one small victory underway the group turns to your unconscious body. They all are talking, wishing for you to wake up and respond when suddenly your eyes flicker. JJ holds his breath, watching, waiting.

You begin to cough up water, hacking and spitting out the freezing water as it exits your lungs. It stings your nose and throat and you feel as through you can't breath.

"Yeah, cough it out!"

"Get it out, come on!"

JJ reaches forwards to help hold you up on your side, patting your back. Eventually the coughing dies down, leaving you still except for an occasional noise from your chest or a twitch in your limbs.

"No CPR needed, huh?" John B says while slightly laughing. This causes the entire group to snicker as they continue to look at you. Your eyes wander before landing on JJ as he stares back with worry in his eyes.

"Hi." He mumbles as his eyes well up with tears.

"What?" You croak out with your hoarse throat. This causes more laughs once again.

Eventually the group calms down and you continue moving towards your unknown destination. You remain in JJ's arms, his head resting on your shoulder.

"I don't know what I would do if I lost you. I'm so glad you're okay. I love you, so much." The boy says in your ear. A smile forms on your face as you turn to look up at him.

With your still slightly stinging throat you reply, "Me too. I love you."

He leans down to press a kiss to your head, before settling back down against the edge of the dingy. Despite the unusual circumstances of this declaration of love he still feels content, and so do you. Thoughts swirl in your head as you think about how you will stay together for the future, and how you aren't planning on separating from one another anytime soon.

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Coming Down | myg

Okay, so here's the second installment of my BADLANDS Series. This is loosely based around Coming Down by Halsey. I realise I haven't really done them in a specific order, just the one I am pulled to next to write.

Warnings: Dom!Yoongi, Sub!Reader, mentions of slight work stress and societal pressures of being a woman, you know. All that good stuff.

Reader is a F E M I N I S T and proudly so. Loose mention of not wanting kids (which is fine btw) this is just a whole load of smut, not much fluff as it's FWB but.

Okay so, oral, f & m receiving, face fucking, fingering, multiple orgasms, rough sex, light spanking, choking (for like a milisecond) use of ties, slight sensory deprivation, slight body worship, overstimulation. Slight name-calling?? Yoongs says kitten ironically. Use of safe word/safe signal. Yoongles has a Sir Kink. (I can only apologise) Reader has a hand kink (obvs) just wants to get off and relieve stress, Yoongi is happy to be their relief.

word count: 9.8k 👀🐸☕ don't @ me

'I found God, I found him in a lover'

It was a normal Thursday evening, you'd finished work at 6pm on the dot and took the bus home. Fishing for your keys as you approached the front door of your apartment. Key in the lock, turn. Open. Silence. Walking into your hallway, slippers not quite on the rack by the front door as you rushed out of them into your heels this morning. Just where you left them. Sliding off your heels with a sigh as you trudged into your slippers, immediately comforted by the soft memory foam that supported your tiresome toes. Returning your heels to the rack. Shrugging off your bag and long coat, reaching nearly 2 feet above you on your tiptoes to hang your bag and coat on the coat rack. Muttering to yourself like you did every day. 'Coat and bag, then heels. Won't have to stretch so much.' Venturing into the living room. Magazine on the coffee table infront of the sofa where you had left it last night.

Empty. Not that you expected anyone to be home. No one making you dinner you didn't want, or taking up the whole sofa, or hogging the remote. You lived alone, and you liked it. Sure, for a pretty young girl in her mid twenties you often had looks and questions.

'When are you going to find the one?'

'When will you settle down and have a family?'

And truth be told, you didn't want to settle down. You had told your mother from a young age that you didn't want children, whether that would change over time or not you weren't sure. It hadn't changed. You still wanted your independence and that was okay. Women were not put on this earth just to bear children and you were the firmest believer in that. You liked your life just the way it was. A job you loved that you worked hard for, an apartment you were proud of and nearly every night you got to sleep in your own bed, alone, no one to whine at when they snored or your body being used as a warmer for their cold feet. The few nights you were away from your bed came from your once in a while rendezvous with an acquaintance of yours. Although you knew eachother more than mere acquaintances should.

You met at a bar some time ago. Lights flashed, sure to give you a migraine and music so loud your eardrums could burst at any given moment. You were dragged out to this stingy bar by your bestfriend in her attempt to finally get noticed by that one guy. Even in her twenties she was still as smitten as when you were both back at school. You wore a simple black dress with a low cut front, skirt just above the knee and plain black heels. Hair not much different to your everyday, maybe a few waves here and there and some more mascara than your normal work volume. Trying your best to blend in but still having the ornate ability to have eyes on you in any setting.

You spent a lot of time on the dance floor until your friend had found her prey and you circled around the bar. Much rather wanting to stay at home with a tub of ice cream and your cat watching some terrible reality show about Cabin Crew on a cruise ship. Shouting at the TV to throw the nasty woman overboard; waving your spoon at the screen as your cat looked on in understanding almost. But here you were, slumped against a sticky varnished oak bar, propped up on an old velvet stool, twisting your straw in your glass, nonchalantly spinning the steadily melting ice as you listened to your friend talking to her guy. Suddenly feeling a hot hand against your lower back and someone lean over the bar between you and your otherwise occupied friend. Looking up at a pale man to your left.

" Whiskey on the rocks. " came his order to the bar tender; sharp, leaving no room for anything blasé.

Catching his eye, he looked you over once with a subtle bite of his lip and the flick of his tongue at the seam of his mouth; eyebrow raised with a lingering smirk before he vanished into the sea of people again with his drink.

Dumbfounded, you sat there, staring at the now empty spot where he had been mere seconds ago, the now cool expanse of your lower back where his large hand once was, fizzing. Swinging round on your stool, propping your elbow on the bar behind you, your eyes scanned the room. It wasn't the biggest bar. It wouldn't take long to find him.

Soon you caught eyes with him across the dance floor, stood with his taller, tanned friends as he held the whiskey glass firm in his hand; talking amongst themselves. Dark Brown, almost black hair feathered across his forehead, just above his twinkling chocolate eyes. Thin upper lip pressing to his plumper bottom lip before perfect white teeth graced your vision in an endearing gummy smile. Eyes still not catching you between the bodies of people dancing. Several silver hoop earrings in each ear. He wore a long black sweatshirt, black ripped jeans and boots. A couple of silver rings adorned his strong fingers.

You took a sip of your drink, gaze intermittently fluttering in his direction as you scanned the room, your friend had left to go and dance. Eyes found her and you nodded, knowing she was fine. As your stare focused back on the man before you he finally looked up, catching your eye with his, dark and mysterious. His lips pulling into a smirk again as he gazed at you. Heat bubbling in your chest from his wandering eyes on your body through the gap in people on the dance floor. He eventually made his way over to you and whispered a few words into your ear. Cool and calm.

" Come back to my hotel. "

And so you did. One slightly drunk, intense one night stand later and here you were, 6 months down the line sleeping with eachother whenever he was in town. A classic Friends With Benefits situation, although you weren't really friends.

You walked into your kitchen, greeting your ginger tabby cat with a kiss as she meowed at you in greeting. Grabbing yourself a glass for water and pouring kibble into her bowl on the floor, your routine monotonous but you didn't mind. Your cat tucking into her dinner as you filled up your glass, taking a sip. Looking at delivery menus on your fridge under old magnets from previous travels, deciding on Chinese; plucking the menu from the fridge, you had a training day for other colleagues at work tomorrow which meant a day off for you. No needing to cook dinner and get an early night tonight. Placing your glass and the menu on the coffee table in the living room, you switched on the tv, chucking any random show on then bumbling along to your room, opening the door. Greeted by quiet and serenity. No dirty pants on the floor or unmade bed. You smiled with contentment, unzipping your dress to pool at your feet before tossing it into your wash basket. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your most dependable black bra and panty set glaring back at you as you fixed your hair into a ponytail and wiped off your makeup. Throwing on a sweatshirt and some leggings. A short while later you plopped yourself down on the sofa and switched on the tv, greeting your cat with a scratch under her chin as she sauntered into the room, hopping up on the sofa with you.

Zoning out to the world around you as a terrible drama played on in the background as you glanced over the menu, not really paying attention to anything in particular. You had been a little stressed over the past couple of weeks, mounting pressures of a new senior in your department threatening to change everything you had sculpted into a balanced working environment over the last 3 years. Societal pressures and backhanded compliments from your mother's 'garden party' friends concerning whether or not you were defective in choosing a man. Or having one choose you. But in reality, the truth is, you had a stable relationship previously, unfortunately he was a dick and you're not stupid. So the single life had been your rather quiet reality for the last 18 months. No one to answer to or to worry about. Just you and your cat.

Your mothers friends never seemed to understand that, always too engrossed in whether or not you had a man on top of you every night to see that their husbands had found other, much younger women to be on top of. All of this filtering through the crack in your hardened shell, filling your mind with alternate realities until you got a text coming through. Cutting through all the fuzz that piqued in your brain. Picking up your phone, you saw who it was. Him.

'I'm in town, come over?' 

Your reply was short and sweet.

'Sure, be over in 20.'

Snapping out of your previous thoughts and placing the menu back on the coffee table you sat and pondered for a minute. This was fine. This was what you needed. To let off some steam, in a judgement free setting. No cold glances your way, or harsh words uttered, unless it was you being tied to the headboard again like you had been convinced to try last time with his unadulterated gaze looking down at you writhing underneath him. The thought alone had your hair standing on end and a shiver running through you as you stood from the sofa, heading to your room.

Sifting through your wardrobe to pull on some old trainers, checking yourself in the mirror not really knowing why. In your hallway you made sure the lights in the apartment were off and your cat was happy, tucked up in the corner of the sofa snoozing away. Making sure you had your keys and phone in your bag, you left, key in the lock, turn. Locked. Walking down the hallway and down to the ground floor, heading out of the building to head right. The hotel he always stayed at was only a block or so away so the walk was relatively short. The sun was setting now as it hid behind the skyscrapers that canopied the city. Passers by making their way home or even to work. Still lots of cars on the road and bicycles that weaved in and out of traffic. The breeze was light and cherry blossoms danced in the air, separating from a tree as you passed a nearby park. The air was cool, as it would be in early May. Not too hot. Reminded of your journey, that first night.

'When his hair falls in his face and his hands so cold they shake'

You had left swiftly after his original proposition, making up some story about your cat or an early work meeting or something. Anything to get you out of there and with him. His hand returned to the small of your back as you left the bar, being ushered into an awaiting taxi outside. Shuffling all the way over to the other side, he slid in next to you blurting out the address to the hotel at the driver. Hair falling in his face. Eyes wild as they sparkled from the reflection of the dim streetlights. Smirking at you as the same powerful hand you had grown accustomed to on your back, made a home on your knee, slightly tucked under the skirt of your dress. It was now cold to the touch. Strong and intimidating as the taxi started to drive away. Not being able to take his eyes off you he leant forward and whispered in your ear.

" You look so delicious. " His voice low that reverberated through you, straight to your core as he squeezed your knee. Uttering the last syllable with a kitten lock to the shell of your ear.

To this you bit your lip and shifted uncomfortably in your seat. His hand, in turn sliding further up under your dress to the wider expanse of your thigh. The material of your dress pressing his hand taught against your skin.

He swooped down to your ear again, pressing an open mouthed kiss under your ear before he whispered " can't wait to taste you. "

You keened away from his grasp to no avail. He knew what he was doing to you, breath shallow and flighty in your chest as his teeth tugged at your earlobe.

"Please " You breathed, the first word you uttered to him.

Not really sure what you were pleading him for but the fire in your chest and the dampness of your panties flourished an urgency within you that was incorrigible. He smirked again at this, eyes dancing like Fireflies in the night. The hand that was to his side while the other hid between your thighs came up to cup your cheek, turning your face towards him.

"Soon. " He chuckled before biting your lip.

Drawn back to reality, passing people and cars. Your trainers pulling you towards your destination as your head had an argument with your feet. Was this a good idea? You didn't want to get yourself into a situation where either of you caught feelings. You were a pro at being a cold hearted bitch now but the odd sincere glance your way, especially from him seemed to melt your resolve, even just a little. Recounting the previous times you had taken this walk and what it would lead to.

After your first night with him, it was like a drug. You always wanted more. To say he was good in the bedroom was a complete cop out. He was...He was something. Made you feel things you'd never felt before and noises you'd never in your wildest dreams imagine yourself making. At decibels only a dog could hear. So once the addiction started, you started seeing one another everytime he was in town. Sometimes a couple of times in a week. That went on for a solid 4 months and as work pressures mounted, you fell distant. Always busy catching up with work or having some alone time with your thoughts and your cat. He also got busy, having to travel more for work. You didn't really know much about except it was important and you felt based on the guitar he always packed with him, propped up against the wall in the corner of the room, it was something to do with music.

'I found a devil, I found him in a lover'

The last time you had seen eachother had been a little over 2 weeks ago. That night you'd stayed, which didn't come easily. You were adamant you would leave as soon as you'd cleaned up, even telling him so as he helped you wash in the bathroom, almost requesting a second round when he looked at you through the mirror with those sparkling brown eyes like the devil, but you had been so wound up and pushed to your limits that you felt sleep take you as soon as your body hit the mattress again. Memories of restraints, dark water colours that created the murky palette of his hotel room and the low thumping of your heart, even as you entered the apartment, seeing him there, a tie in hand and a coy smirk. That night he had called you. He never called.

" You busy? " He sounded gruff like he'd just finished working out - which you knew not to be the case.

"When am I ever busy? " You rebuttled with a laugh.

He joined you, then you could hear him grin down the phone. A different sort of grin. A devious one.

"I wanted to try something. "

There was quiet, you wished him to continue silently.

"Something I can't stop thinking about doing to you. " He whispered lowly.

Your ears on fire and furiously red in the face you hung up. Chucking a quick 'omw' text to him in return. That night had been the best sex you'd ever had. That's why you'd stayed. For fear of walking into oncoming traffic at 2am because of your disorientated state.

Your heart skipped a beat at the anticipation of what was to come once you knocked on the door and it sent a thrill through you. Rounding the corner you were met with a bleak grey concrete block of apartments that made up the hotel with a black sign. Crossing the street after looking both ways you jogged up the steps as you saw the door beginning to close after a couple just exited. Sliding in you headed straight for the elevator.

He always had the same hotel room which avoided any confusion. You ran to the elevator that had just opened and pressed the 7th floor. Alone again your mind wandered to your first night here, in this lift.

You'd both stumbled out of the taxi and shuffled over to the lift, he pressed the elevator button furiously as he got impatient; leaning against eachother. As soon as the lift doors were closed he pressed you against the wall, face millimetres from yours as his nose skimmed over yours. Both of your breathing, laboured and slow. His large hands roamed your body; your waist, up and down your thighs. Gripping at the flesh as if he owned it. You wanted him to. God you wanted him to own all of you in that moment. Gaze intense and unwavering as the mysterious glint in his eye grew. His hands slid around the curve of your ass which made you stutter, giving it a harsh squeeze that made you lose your breath.

"I'm gonna ruin you." He whispered devilishly in your ear as he bit the shell.

Pulled out of your reverie as the elevator doors dinged open, signalling you had reached your floor, face burning as you stepped out of the lift, cold fingers pressed to your cheeks to try and cool them. Preparing yourself for what man would greet you at the door. You never knew which one you would get. Sometimes he was ravenous and you never made it to the bed, lipstick smeared and tights ripped as he never had time to waste when he felt such a desperate need for you. Or you would get the cool calm and collected man that caught your eye that night all those months ago. That was, until he got you here. Alone with him.

Walking down the corridor to his room now, counting the doors as they seemed to go on for miles, dark in wood with numbers etched in gold with golden handles. Your breath starting to slip away from you as you imagined as soon as you opened that door you wouldn't be able to breathe steadily again for a while. Room 93. (Shoutout to Halsey's first EP) There it was. You slowed to a stop, almost nervous to knock. 'Just knock' You muttered to yourself. Rolling your eyes as you fidgeted on the spot, sighing as you raised your hand to knock on the door. Knock. Wait. Silence.

You were waiting for a little while which was unlike any other time. Checking your watch and the door number. You waited a little longer and you were just about to walk away when the door opened slowly. You turned; met with the same dancing brown eyes you caught in yours all those months ago, although slightly sunken, maybe he hadn't been sleeping well? His lean frame propped up against the door. Arms folded over his broader chest. Hair fluffed over his forehead, slightly damp. Pale skin flawless and glowing against the dark background of his hotel room and the darkness of his simple black tee and sweatpants. Silver hoops still adorned his ears and rings still glistened on his beautiful hands. Eyes unwavering as they honed in on you. Smirk playing on his thin lips.

"You're early." He mumbled all knowingly, looking at the rings that adorned his knuckles, as if he were about to connect them with a wall.

You stuttered, heart in your mouth as you gawked at the man. Feeling like a naughty school girl that was about to get a ruler spanked across her a-. You stopped the thought for fear of collapsing in the hallway. His eyes still on you, looking you up and down. You mentally slapped yourself for your attire. Sweatshirt and leggings. Not sexy in the slightest. Anyway. Why did you care? Not like you wanted to impress him, right? After another beat his strong arm pulled you in the room by the collar of your sweatshirt, closing the door swiftly behind you and pinning you up against it.

"Just means I have more time." He whispered against your lips.

Sweeping strands of hair out of your face delicately, tucking his fingers behind your ears. He smiled at you, his gummy smile. You never thought that smile would be directed at you. Let alone in this setting.

'With his lips like tangerines, and his colour-coded speak'

His lips moulded to yours with a sudden urgency. Teeth and tongue caressing your lips with power and want. Heavy breaths exchanged as you dropped your bag; hands trying to find purchase somewhere sturdy and stable. Deciding upon the strength of his arms. Eyes closing as you were swept away in the moment of teeth and tongue and pent up tension and wanton need for eachother. His fingers pulling out your hairband so your hair pooled around your face. His fingers lacing through the soft locks as he grinned against your lips. Always having an ornate infatuation with how silky your hair was. How good it felt wrapped around his fist as he fucked you into the mattress. How it spread out behind you like waves across the crisp white bedsheets, framing your face perfectly as you slept.

He missed this. Maybe he missed you. Jolted back from his sweet thoughts, hearing you start to mumble against his lips as he continued to pin you up against the door, your head firmly in his hands.

"Yoongi." You murmured again, slurring the word slightly; drunk off the potent lust he cradled you with.

He never let up from your lips, intent on breathing you in. Hands untangling themselves from your hair as his cool calm hands landed on your shoulders, moving you away from the door to pin you to a wall, nearer to the bed. An eventual destination set in his mind. He couldn't get enough of you. Your hands travelled to cup his cheeks. His lips dry against yours gaining moisture from the saliva rolling around in your mouths as your tongues fought. Small whimpers beginning to swim their way into the air. Music to his ears. Of all the music he'd ever had a hand in creating, he wished he could emulate your tiny whimpers. Your cries for more of him. All of him. Wanting to devour him whole.

"Fuck" He exclaimed, finally pulling away from you, heavy breathing as his forehead was against yours.

Not even giving you time to breath he reached for the hem of your sweatshirt, pulling it over your head to reveal your gorgeous body to his hungry eyes. Knowing now that hiding from his gaze would be futile. An attempt at covering up would leave your ass raw and marks all over every single inch of your body. God's above. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, to him you practically were. He never sought out for any other attention or company from other women. The taste of you as often as he could have you was more than enough to satiate his heart.

He made quick work of your bra before throwing his own shirt off onto the growing pile on the floor. His hands, rough against your soft, plush breasts as his thumbs circled around your pebbling nipples. His teeth latching onto your bottom lip, humming as he looked into your steadily closing eyes. Teeth venturing south along your jaw to your neck and collarbone as he began to grab at the skin of your waist after he finished moulding your breasts; as if trying to memorise the feeling of them in his hands. The weighted comfort he had grown to adore about your chest. Teeth sinking in, enticing low gasps and the tiniest of squeaks as he would bite too hard on already sensitive flesh, intent on getting every inch of your skin covered in small indentations from his teeth. Tongue lascivious against the contours of your neck and collarbones, sickly sweet taste of your skin that drove him wild.

'Now we're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play'

All you could do was pant and mule against him, your hands in his steadily drying locks. Suddenly pulling away as he untied the drawstring of his pants.

"Knees, now." He whispered authoritively and you happily obeyed.

Flicking your hair off your shoulder you sank down onto your knees. Eyes ignited with a fire he practically stoked out of you. You admired his body on the journey down. Body lithe and pale, defined arms and chest with a flat stomach, no six pack or defined v lines that led to the promising tent that you saw in your line of sight. Just a small happy trail of hair from below his belly button sneaking into the hem of his sweatpants. Swiftly taking them down and off you were greeted with black boxers, looking tight around his cock cased within. You licked your lips in anticipation as his fingers forked through the hair on your scalp. Looking up to his face as he gazed down at you with a stern look in his own eyes; burning into your already flushed skin.

"Someone looks like they've missed this." He smirked as your hand rose to palm him through his boxers.

He released a low hum at the feeling of your hand cupping his balls. You knew that he was very sensitive there, from past experiences.

"Does the slut want my cock?" He asked, a feather of a chuckle rumbled in his chest at your immediate nod as you ran your tongue over the seem of your lips.

Your fingers delved underneath the fabric as you began to pull them down. Sudden slap to your hands had you shying away from him.

"Hungry sluts have to wait don't they, kitten?" His eyes zeroing in on your reaction to the pet name.

You gritted your teeth in vague annoyance at the name, after the first night, you told him you had to be home for your cat. Finding it oddly adorable you were a cat lady he called you kitten ironically, now it's stuck. Your eyes looking away from him, turning your head slightly towards the large window that showed the rest of the city. Twinkling lights now shining in the moonlight. His hand gripped your chin, pulling your attention back to him, forcing you to look up into his devious eyes.

"I don't think you answered me, slut." He snarled; releasing your chin from his grasp.

Your heart jumped in your chest.  "Y-yes, sir."

He smirked again, feeling triumphant he patted your head, thumb smoothing over your hair line with ghost like touches before running it along the seem of your mouth, popping his thumb in, flat against your tongue. Closing your lips around him, beginning to suck, big eyes gazing up at him.

"Good girl." He whispered before removing his thumb from your mouth and yanking his boxers down and stepping out of them.

His fingers danced through his damp hair as his cock sprung up against his stomach, a muted groan as the cool air touched his reddened and straining cock. Your eyes widened, never getting used to the sight of his cock, inches away from your salivating mouth, making your panties pool with a carnal need for him to be inside you. Your hands began to rub up and down your jeans clad thighs, waiting with baited breath for him to give you the command. This man and the things you'd do for him would have others question if you were a feminist or not. How a strong single woman with a steady career and bustling social life could want to be so utterly defiled by a man and be at his every whim really flipped your ideology on its head. But a drug was a drug, and you were high on him like cocaine.

"Alright, stop giving me those bedroom eyes." He gushed, dominating voice faltering as he gazed down at you, waiting and ready for him to let you begin.

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, big and bold. Biting your lip as your hands rubbed along your thighs again.

"Fuck, just get over here." He laughed, holding the base of his cock in his hand as your hands slunk up his sturdy pale thighs.

Fingertips sending sparks through his body. Your lips reaching his tip, you looked up at him again as you kitten licked his bulbous tip, testing it. Like testing a car. He hissed to which you smirked. You took your tongue to lick the underside of his cock lightly, teasing his frenulum before swirling your tongue round his tip several times. He puffed out a harsh breath but never said a word, fingers beginning to weave into your hair with a softness you were unfamiliar with. Surrounding the tip with your lips as you slowly sunk the head into your waiting mouth. Giving kitten links to the underside again as you sucked on his tip for a moment. Yoongis breath was heavy, you could tell by his chest moving, half lidded eyes looking down at you as you took more of him in slowly. Tongue still licking everywhere you could. Your other hand still positioned on his thigh as you rubbed small circles in it with your thumb.

Starting to take him deeper in your mouth and pulling him back out for breath had him seeing double. His vision was blurred as he could feel your heavenly lips wrap around his strained cock, precum and spit starting to pool at the corners of your mouth; threatening to spill as you bobbed your head back and forth on his dick. Setting up a rhythm you plunged him in deep so your nose touched his abdomen and he threw his head back with a grunt; gritting his teeth.

"Uh, fuck. Your mouth is so good" He whispered into the air.

'I've got a lover and I'm unforgiven, I'm such a fool to pay this price'

Your mouth worked on him as well as it could. You would take a lot of him in and proceed to gag which made him grunt. As your hand began to work at the base of his shaft. Giving him your all. Making up for lost time.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last." He hissed. His hands in spearing through your hair as his thumbs rubbed at your scalp.

"I should've kept my hands to myself... Always impatient." He chuckled menacingly to himself; shaking his head.

Your breath was heaving as you pulled back from him. Hands gripping his thighs tight as you looked up at the man towering above you.

"What do you say, will you let me fuck your mouth like a good pet?"  He asked, hands still in your hair.

"Make me cum, then it's your turn? How about it, kitten?"

No hesitation in your eyes as you gazed up at him as if he had hand painted all of the stars in the sky. You nodded profusely and he grinned at you; swiping the spit away from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

"Good girl, remember your safe signal?"  He asked, almost sweet in his tone.

You tapped the back of his thigh 3 times with your finger and he nodded. Feathering his fingers through your hair again, your hand still at the base of his dick lining him up to your waiting mouth. You gave him the go ahead as he thrusted shallowly into your mouth at first. Finally in your mouth his hands speared through your hair behind your ears to hold you still as he began to move his hips back and forth. You had done this before. Let him do this. But this time was so raw and so needy you honestly couldn't fathom how much you needed this. And it wasn't even your turn. He began to set up a rhythm working his length deeper with every thrust; starting to make you gag as you tried your best to relax. He breathed in sharply, his head thrown back as he pumped in and out. His shaft gliding smoothly across your tongue and beginning to slip down your throat as you sputtered around him. Hands firmly gripping the back of his thighs, the same way he was gripping your hair.

"Fuck, fuck. Your mouth. Kills me." He mumbled to himself; thinking you couldn't hear.

You looked up at him, a picture of bliss. Arms locked in place, keeping you still as he slid in and out of your mouth, picking up speed now. The veins in his neck; protruding under a velvet blanket of Frosted skin. Teeth gritted and brows furrowed. He looked down to see you already watching him. To this he groaned deep within his chest at the sight of you so willing and ready for him. Setting his nerves alight he could feel his orgasm approaching. Gripping your hair even tighter as he gave you a moment to breath before jackhammering into your mouth with a low whine.

"Fuck. Holy shit." He whispered before you felt his cock twitch deep in your throat and thick ropes of cum travel down it as he came; hips jerking at weird angles as you noticed sweat beading across his neck and collarbones; reaching up to his hairline.

After he had composed himself he pulled out of your mouth and you swallowed everything still left in your mouth before opening your mouth to show it was empty. He ran a solid hand through his own hair before he pulled you to your feet; planting a heavy kiss to your lips as he walked you back towards the bed. Practically pushing you back on it with a soft bounce. He suddenly rounded to the other side of the hotel room rummaging through a suitcase. Soon returning with several black ties in hand. Giving you a knowing smirk. You felt your stomach sink at the memory of your last adventure with this man. In this hotel room. With those ties. But judging by the look on his face and the fact his previously lifeless cock had begun to spring to life again; you knew it was different.

'I found a martyr, he told me that I'd never'

He began to move you up the bed to where he saw fit. Nodding when he had got you where he wanted. Straddling your waist he grabbed an arm tying the tie around your wrist to then loop it around the headboard. He soon did the same to the other one. Then finally you saw him gazing down at you from above before he slipped a soft silk tie over your eyes fastening it behind your head. Everything went black, but you could hear him; feel him. All around you. Feeling weight either side of your head you suddenly felt breath over your nipple; squirming at the sensation and your clothed pussy clenching around nothing. You felt him kitten lock his way along your breast before landing an unexpected bite against your neck, causing you to pull against the restraints with a sharp intake of breath.

"Remember your safe word, kitten?" He whispered in your ear.

You nodded. "Seesaw."

He sat back on his heels; still straddling you. Crossing his arms with a nod.

"Why is it Seesaw, again?" You ask, a grin sliding onto your face.

He chuckled at this before you felt weight lifted from the bed. You skin crawling with goosebumps as you waited with anticipation. Suddenly feeling deft fingers pulling your leggings and panties down in one swift movement. A beat of silence. Feeling like forever until you felt the same fingers, calloused but oh so soft against the skin of your collarbone.

"You don't remember?" He whispered into the darkness.

You shook your head no as your body began to squirm. Feeling his finger trail delicately down to your chest, followed by his other pointer finger on his left. Circling your nipples in precise motions. You sucked in a breath and your back arched as you felt him blow cool air onto the perking bud.

"Oh kitten, it was the bar where we first met" You could hear the smirk evident in his voice as his fingers trailed underneath the curve of your breasts.

"The night I took you home and ate you so good you nearly passed out." A dry chuckle left his lips at the gasp that left your own.

He began to drag his sturdy fingers slowly; tantalisingly, in soft motions towards your belly button where he would branch out with delicate touch; placing more fingers on your skin as they circled your hipbones. Finally sloping down to your thighs where his grip became firm and he pryed your legs apart to expose you to him. Heat flashing across your face as you whimpered at the action. Oh god. The things he made you feel. You felt electricity surge through your body, bouncing off your bones as you heard him hum.

"Mmmm. So wet, just from sucking my cock, kitten?"

You bit your lip with a whine; nodding profusely. Blush creeping across your cheeks. He seemed to like this as you heard a deep rumbled in his chest in approval. You could feel the bed dip slightly due to transferred weight. Right between your legs. Shit. If only you could see him. What was he doing? Was he pleased? Oh fuck, you didn't shave your le- your thoughts were far removed as you felt lips across the inside of your thigh; just above your knee.

"Shit, I can't wait to taste you." He whispered; sending cool air rushing up to your core.

Feeling his lips drag effortlessly along your thigh to where you wanted him most; needed him. He was tender; savouring the moment. He had missed this, giving you what you wanted. Watching you underneath him. Tasting you; devouring you. That's why he was so quick to cum the first time around. Too excited by the thought of having you again he had started to touch himself in the shower. Thinking of your soft, sweet body; Bending to his every whim. Your mouth stuffed full of his cock. Your enticing wet pussy that always made you blush at the sounds it would make, as he would fuck you. Hard and rough. He groaned at the thought before his face was level with your heat. Soft breaths that made your body wriggle; desperate to escape and want more; all at once. He hooked your knees over his elbows as he held your legs down. blowing against your exposed clit and watching your pussy clench around nothing; glistening with your essence he hungered for.

'With his educated eyes, and his head between my thighs'

"Mmmm. Sweet pussy baby girl." He kissed the apex of your thigh watching you writhe against the restraints. He hadn't even started yet. You were in for a long night.

You didn't seem to notice the name at first. It wasn't what he had called you any of the times before. But as the air thinned out around you; feeling the silence weighted around the room like a thick curtain and nothing was corrected, it almost felt affectionate; coming from his sinful lips that had just attached themselves to your-

"Fuck." Your breath caught as you threw your head back against the mattress.

Feeling lips suckling against your clit with vigor. He knew what you liked and knew how to get you where he wanted you. His tongue began lapping at your clit as his lips sucked where they could. Your breathing was heavy and you tried to pull against the restraints; your legs restless as the odd whimper left parted lips. His eyes although you couldn't see him, were focused on you. Watching every bite of your lip, every salacious moan or whimper; every gasp. You began rocking your hips in a rhythm against his tongue and he moaned at the pressure you posed against him. Trying to feel some friction as his throbbing cock had sprung to life from your first whimper; sandwiched between his abdomen and the mattress.

"God, this pussy is so good." He moaned; muffled by your legs trying so hard to clamp around his head as he continued his ministrations.

Soon enough you could feel the familiar rope spread throughout your body, begin to coil; tight as a spring before you felt a nip to your clit and you unravelled underneath him. Feeling weightless and weighted all at once. Stars beneath the blanket of the silk tie; delicate against your eyes. Head thrashing around as arms pulled with all their might against the restraints. Your back arched as you moaned loudly; legs starting to shake at the force of your orgasm. But that wasn't the end.  He flicked his tongue against your swollen clit with more intent. Determined to push you through another orgasm before he even started using his fingers. God his fingers. Your lower body began to lift off the bed as his grip on your legs only got tighter.

"Fuck, fuck Yoongi. Oh my fucking g-"

You heard an animalistic growl as you felt another nip to your clit; yelping at the sudden spark of pain amongst your pleasure.

"Sir. Stick to the rules." He punctuated with a slap to your clit. Back arching for a moment as you felt a pulse throughout your body.

"Or I'll keep biting." He mumbled the last part.

You pouted. "Yes sir." You could feel your orgasm beginning to ebb away as he took longer to return to your clit.

You whined and you felt breath on your clit again as he chuckled. Although your predicament was purely casual. Wanting to get off essentially was your main goal. Neither of you ever rushed. Enjoying one another's company. Feeling his slick, swift tongue dancing along your clit again you moaned; trying so hard to keep quiet out of respect for neighbours as you tried resting your mouth against your arm to muffle your high pitched moans. His tongue retracted until you felt the tip of his tongue tease the edge of your entrance before dipping his tonulgue in for a moment. Your hips bolted you forward at the intrusion before settling back down on the bed. His tongue running up and down from your entrance to your clit in long strokes. Quickly settling his tongue back against your throbbing clit. You yelped as he applied more pressure.

"Fuck, I love this cunt."

Slurping noises ensued as he dove in deeper. You orgasm building again and again, holding on for dear life. Holding onto your sanity. His tongue swirling around the pulsing bud as you continued your previous rhythm rocking against his face. Your knuckles were turning white at the sheer grip you had on the ties; feeling yourself drift away.

"Fuck, please, yoo-"

He pressed his face even further into your heat as you cried out in pleasure. Tongue flicking mercilessly over your engorged clit. Reaching the summit again to fall all the way down into the abyss. He never let up from you as his tongue lapped at your juices spilling from your entrance. Nerves alight and pulsing throughout your body. A thin layer of sweat was evident against your face, collarbones; the whole of your body. Sweat beaded from his own forehead and he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth as he watched you regain your breath. Stilted in the silence. Only your chest rising and falling as your lungs gasped for air.

He loosened his right arms hold around your leg and brought his fingers forward to your sensitive pussy. Humming to himself as he gathered the Juices on the tip of his fingers and spreading it all over your pussy as it glistened in the dim hotel light. Knowing how much you lost your collective shit over his hands he couldn't help but watch his hands tip toe up to your breast; squeezing the flesh roughly in his hand before slinking it over to massage your neck for a second. Only to grab it a moment later. Your breath caught quite literally as you could feel the bed move from where he was sitting up. He could feel the pressure against your soft skin and the way your breath constricted; only for a moment as he loosened his grip. His fingers still flush against the skin. His veined hand looked like it belonged around your neck. He thought to himself before sliding his thumb into your mouth again; which you accepted with enthusiasm.

'I found a saviour, I don't think he remembers'

"One more from you, kitten. Then I'll fuck you. Okay?" He hummed.

Your reply was noncommittal as you nodded vehemently; still sucking on his thumb. He looked down at you with a certain adoration. Laying there, naked for him. Tied up and blindfolded. If he'd have thought this would be the case after that first night, he would have laughed. But here you both were.

His fingers began to trace the outline of your entrance; whisper like touches that made you clench around nothing. He began experimentally pushing his long slender middle finger inside you a little; chuckling lowly as you let out a whine. Your pussy trying to suck him in further. Wanting to feel him. All of him.

"Sir. Please." You murmured, legs that were now free from his grasp allowing you to rotate your hips.

He wanted to tease. God. He wanted to tease you until the sun came up. But he was desperate and so were you. He removed his finger earning a cry from you. Until he slid in two fingers to your shock and set a brutal pace. Feeling those godly fingers of his curl into you. Moulding you perfectly to him. Tapping against that sweet spot inside. He used his other hand to press your hips to the bed; preventing movement as you felt a touch of sensitivity kicking in. But you put it to the back of your mind; focussing on the way his fingers were drilling into you at an inhuman pace now.

Your senses heightened due to his silk tie that blocked your view. Oh how you wished you could watch his fingers sliding in and out of you like you had done countless times before. Acquiring quite the affinity with the mans hands. Pale, veiny; strong in their ability to hold you but soft when he caressed your cheek, wiping the spit away from the corner of your mouth or the pad of his thumb sweeping away tears from overstimulation. God you loved them.

"Fuck. I'm so close." You cried out, to someone. Anyone who could hear you as he continued his ministrations.

"Yeah? The slut loves my fingers doesn't she?" Yoongi spat; his voice laced with venom.

"Loves my fingers fucking her, huh?"

All you could do was mewl as you could feel your body going into overdrive. Your head slamming against the pillow as you could feel yourself near the edge. Just needing one final push.

"But you love it best when my hand's around your throat. Isn't that right? Slut?"

You hadn't felt his hand move. Too lost in the pleasure he was giving you. Until you felt it grip your throat. Not hard. But just enough. Squeezing when he said slut. Sparks flew and your fingers and toes felt as if they were set to a light simmer. Your body going numb at the feeling and your pussy throbbing as you came. A high pitched moan of his name left your bitten lips as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Body moving in time with your spasming cunt as you began to feel the overstimulation kicking in, rearing its ugly head once more. The pain was excruciating as he continued but the pleasure washed over you again as your entrance continued to clench around his fingers. Silence as a moan caught in your throat. This had to be the biggest orgasm you had ever had. Nerves set alight with matches and turning into a forest fire that exploded like gasoline until it set to a simmer when Yoongi slowed his fingers down ever so slightly. Enamoured by your head thrown back and your mouth in the perfect shape of an O. He would've cum right there, just at the sight of you convulsing beneath him.

"Cause he's off to pay his crimes, and he's got no time for mine'

"Fuck, me." He breathed, shaky breaths too.

Quickly flipping you onto your front, your still tied arms now crossed over one another. Propping your legs up so you were on your knees. A sharp smack to your ass sent you reeling into another sobbing mess. Beginning to plead with him. For something; anything.

Soon enough you felt his hands returning to your hips and ass, caressing them carefully. Your ass flinching at the contact of his lips on your lower back, you could hear a slight slapping sound behind you, assuming he had started to touch himself again. You whimpered at the thought of not being able to watch his veiny hand slide up and down his equally veiny cock. Fuck.

His lips still against your skin as he whispered "I nearly came just like that, watching you cum all over my fingers baby."

There it was again. Baby. Nothing more nothing less. There was a pregnant pause before he sighed, beginning to speak again.

"You're so fucking hot" a groan sounded as the pace of his hand quickened against his length. The slapping sound intensified.

You whimpered, beginning to move your ass up and down, wiggling it at him to invite him in.

"Yoongi, just fuck me already." You whined.

A sharp slap sounded against your ass, reverberating through the room. You winced at the pain, taking in a quick breath before a hand returned to your ass kneading it in his palm.

"Slut is so impatient today. I'll fuck you, don't worry." His words were menacing.

'Now we're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play'

His hand continued to knead at your reddening cheek before pulling it aside with his thumb, showing your dripping, waiting entrance for him. He almost lost it. Almost. Deciding that you had both waited long enough he lined his throbbing condom clad cock up with your entrance and pushed in with great speed. Hissing at the feeling of your tight wet walls surrounding him.

"Oh god." You managed a strangled whimper into the mattress.

Breath caught in your throat as you could feel his dick beginning to move swiftly inside you. His hips slapping against your ass that was sure to bruise tomorrow, your wrists were aching, your body going numb to every other feeling apart from the feeling of him ploughing into you. Your vision was starry eyed and you hated it. But you loved it. Sobs began to rack through your body as he spanked you once again, sending waves of pain and pleasure through you.

His pace continued as all you could do was lie there with your hands tied, begging for anything he was willing to give you. But also feeling the familiar sting of too much. But it was never too much. You willed your body to continue on. To not give up the ghost yet. You prayed for your body to fight on. To take every thrust he battered into your throbbing, weeping pussy.

The coil you had almost forgotten existed now in the plains of numb, vacant ability to even string a sentence together, began to tighten again, expecting a fraying spent body, not one this eager for your umpteenth orgasm this evening. Your pussy clenched as he continued, hollow groans you imagine him with his head back as he thrusted into you, licking his perfect lips with that sinful tongue. God, he made you crazy.

"Yoongiiiiii, fuck I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, please" your tone indescribable as you panted for breath that escaped you with every thrust as his skin continued to slap against yours.

Suddenly feeling him pull out which almost made you weep but being turned back over onto your back, the tie being ripped from off your head. You were greeted by a furiously sweating Yoongi. Sweat dripping from his dark chocolatey hair just above his eyes. His lips swollen pink from where he had probably been biting on them so much, not to mention when he had used the same lips to devour you not 20 minutes prior. His chest was heaving and lips parted as he gazed at you for a moment.

"I'm seeing that gorgeous face when you cum, no way I'm missing that." He stifled a laugh as he lined himself up with your entrance again after wrapping your legs around his torso.

'They run around beneath our feet, we roll around beneath these sheets'

Sliding in once more you rattled your wrists against the silk tie restraints as you cocked your head back in pleasure. You let out a high pitch moan, almost exasperated in tone, your back arching up into him before slumping back on the bed in defeat. Yoongi almost reading your mind whilst still thrusting inside of you began to untie the ties that bound your wrists. You thanked heaven for your saving grace. You could run your hands through his hair now, feel his sweaty skin beneath your fingertips. And soon after your hands were free he laced them in his own. This also being new to you. You knew the drill when having sex with him. He laid down the ground rules early on. No kissing. No cuddling. No hand holding. So what he did next really sent you through a loop.

"Fuck I'm close." He sighed before leaning down to kiss you.

His lips were salty, battered and bruised much like your own but you didn't care, you kissed back with all your might as he continued to thrust away inside you. Feeling his cock hit that sweet spot again you mewled, breaking the kiss with your head thrown back.

"Here kitten?" He asked, smirk evident in his voice.

You whimpered with a nod as he continued to thrust in the right place, hitting your spot so deliciously you couldn't help cry out when his pace turned rampant and he held your hips in his bone crushing hands, sure to bruise tomorrow. The punishing pace was set as his hips bucked into you and you tried to grab at anything you could, finding no sturdy comfort in the crisp white hotel sheets beneath you. Your breathing was erratic, you hadn't realised you'd been sweating until now, although not as much as the man above you. You watched in distracted awe at the sweat running down his broad chest, along his stomach and down to where his cock was pummelling into you.

You could feel it again, serious this time. Your orgasm creeping up on you faster than any bullet. Your legs tingled and your toes curled. Your knees felt like they would break and your arms felt detached from the rest of your body. In the last moments you saw him gazing down at you, exasperated, fucked out beyond belief. But smiling. You reached up at the nape of his neck and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips against his as you succumbed to the pleasure that wreaked havoc throughout your body. A heart wrenching shout came from your lips. In every moment, a glitch of your body as it spasmed with unruly disregard and poor timing. Your pussy clenched repeatedly on his cock while he continued to thrust inside of you.

"Oh fuuuck, I'm coming." He groaned into your neck as he used hard, purposeful thrusts as he came in the condom.

'He's coming down, coming down'

The sweat that accumulated on both your bodies cemented you together for moments after. All pretence and notions suspended as you both caught your breath back. Heaving. Breathing one another in. Soon Yoongi peeled himself off of you and went to remove the condom. You lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Stars still there. You weren't imagining it in the end. Scraping your hair from off your face as you wiped the sweat from your brow. Soon he returned, bouncing onto the bed next to you, looking up at you in adoration almost. A nervous smile present on his lips as if he didn't just drag you to the 7th layer of hell with him. Or was it heaven? You could never be sure.

You looked over at him with heavy lids, inquisitive look on your face as he swept hair from your shoulder. Looking down at you with that same smile. Before -

"You fancy going on a date, some time?"

© sunnysidejoon - 2021 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

NOW Mr Min is usually not my main man but i can't help it, just, shit okay Min Yoongi.

I realise I'm probably going to hell for this but we joon

Hope you guys enjoyed, working on the next installment as we speak 🤪 if you want to be added to a taglist let me know 🥴

Love Always

Mac 🧡💜

#BADLANDS x BTS #smut series #myg x reader #non idol au #min yoongi smut #this is intense #i can only apologise #bts #bangtan #bts smut

[theangstyboiblog]

Shower Time - Saul Silva x Reader Smut

@kingunder221b Hey! Could I request a Saul Silva x reader, smut, scenario: a fight, maybe Saul is jealous over something, arguing and then obvs make up smut and some fluff in the end. You rock!

Ahhhh I love this and while I’m not super into writing jealous characters, I know it happens. I tried to put that in but gah it was hard and I was scared I was making Saul petty. So, we ended up with this. Also somehow this went super angsty in the middle and it took everything in me to pull it back to fluff at the end. <3

Pairing: Saul Silva x Reader

Wordcount: 2.6k

Warnings: smut most definitely happens, I was inspired <3 Some language.

Quick Summary: Saul and Y/N have been dating since they attended Alfea. Now they are on different specialist teams at the Battalion in Solaria. When Saul hears Y/N’s team is transferring to Eraklyon, questions start to hound him.

Saul POV

Saul tried not to think about it. He tried to look happy for you, tried to be supportive. He knew, when you’d been assigned to differing teams, that at some point one of you would have to leave. But he had always thought that he would be the one leaving and that thought had been easier to bear.

Leaving was so much easier than staying. He wasn’t ready to be the one left behind.

One year seemed like an endless eternal road that had no end, that just kept moving forward while his feet seemed to sink into the dirt. His stomach churned. One year. You’d be away for a year and if the burned one attacks worsened, maybe even longer.

Heaving a sigh, he glanced up at the stars and turned back around to lean against the trunk of the tree, peering down the hill at the bonfire. Whoops and hollers and music filled the air as the battalion celebrated your team’s last night in Solaria before you shipped out tomorrow at noon. He bit the inside of his cheek as a familiar figure broke away from the crowd and climbed up the hill towards him. Each step you took closer to him, sent a spiral of questions through his head.

What if something happens?

What if you don’t come back?

What if I never see you again?

What if you forget me? What if I forget you?

That last question had him shaking his head. There was no way in hell he’d ever forget you, move on without you, love anyone else. But the distance. The distance presented an immeasurable strain that weighed on his shoulders every second. A wave of anger he didn’t know what to do with hit him and he narrowed his eyes as you came nearer. He knew he wasn’t mad at you but the anger needed to go somewhere and he didn’t trust himself to not aim it at you. That was why he was up the hill and not down partying with everyone else.

Lifting his cup, he took a quick sip of beer and shook his head with aggravation. God knows he loved a good party.

Your POV

“Hey,” you said softly, drawing closer to the tree at the top of the hill, the light of the moon helping you make out just the slight shadow of a man, the glint of eyes peering over at you. Your voice almost breathless from the dancing and the laughing. “What’re you doing up here?”

“Thinking,” Saul’s reply came, low and gravelly as if he’d spent the day shouting, which if you remembered your afternoon sparring drills correctly, he had.

You smirked. “Well, that’s never a good sign.” He didn’t say anything and you could practically hear the gears working overtime inside that head of his. Slipping your hands in your pockets, you sighed and moved closer, the shadows of the branched blocking out what little light came from the sky. “What are you thinking?” You asked softly, leaning against the tree and peering up at him. He didn’t look at you and you didn’t touch him, even though keeping your hands to yourself was killing you.

“You,” he said finally, as he looked up at the stars.

“Aww,” you sang, “it’s like you know just what to say, Saul.”

He cut his eyes at you. “Not really. What I want to say is…” he trailed off and turned back to the sky. You waited. You gave him time. You could hear the seconds ticking by. You leaned to the side, trying to catch his gaze again.

“What you want to say is…?” you prompted.

Saul’s head turned and he looked down at you with a pain in his eyes that you rarely ever saw. It was a lonely sort of pain usually reserved for late nights. For when a friend died, for when he spoke about his family. Glimpses of it had escaped him before but nothing like this. This somber gaze didn’t have a mask, it wasn’t trying to hide itself.

He turned away. “You should head back to the party,” he said nodding as a fountain of sparks erupted from the bonfire below, one of the fire fairies having a little too much fun.

Your mouth dropped open. “What the fuck?” You pushed off the tree as he sighed.

“Y/N…”

“No, you are not doing this on my last night here. You’re not shutting me out just to avoid handling your feelings and talk to me like the grown ass man you are.”

Saul rounded on you. “I don’t want to argue with you,” he said, pointing down the hill. “This is why I’m up here and not down there.”

“Hiding,” you nodded your head, “you’re up here hiding because you’re scared—”

“I am scared!” he said, stepping towards you, voice raised. You stepped back as he continued. “You’re leaving and all I can think of is that this might be the last time I see you and I feel like I can’t breathe. And everyone else is celebrating it but I can’t, Y/N. Every scenario has gone through my head since your orders came through and every bad thought, every bad thing that could possibly happen— I’ve thought about it and it terrifies me.” Saul took a deep breath as you cupped his cheek, tears pricking at your eyes as his hands settled on your waist. He pulled you to him and you pressed your face into the corner of his neck. His lips pressed against your temple as his voice cracked. “I don’t want to be alone again,” he whispered.

The dam burst and your tears fell as you held onto him tighter shaking your head. You leaned back.

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen,” you told him catching his face between your hands as he shook his head. “But you don’t know what’s going to happen either,” he leaned against you, hands shaking as they moved to press into your back. “I will fight like hell to come back to you though and I expect you to be here when I do.”

Saul blinked and stared into your eyes as you held your own steady gaze. Unspoken words passed between you.

“I’ll be here,” he murmured finally.

“All in one piece,” you told him, as the thought struck you that if you didn’t say it, you’d most likely come back to half a Saul.

“All in one piece, or as close to it as possible,” he said, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Reaching down, you pulled his hand away from your body, your fingers sliding perfectly to lock with his. You stepped back leading him after you, guiding him away from the bonfire and back towards the main camp. He narrowed his eyes.

“Y/N?” he called your name, lilting that last syllable teasingly.

You shrugged, picking up the pace. “If everyone is here, then that means we might actually have a chance for once,” you told him. Turning around you tugged on his hand and quietly made your way back to base.

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Steam had long since filled the room as you bathed and readied yourself, eyes casually glancing towards the door to the baths. You ground your teeth in annoyance, feeling as if you’d been in the showers forever, long since cleaned and wound tightly on an edge you had to force yourself to cling to. You almost wondered if he had gotten lost somewhere.

If he doesn’t hurry up, I swear to god.

Almost as if he had known what you were thinking, the door to the baths opened and Saul slipped inside, looking over his shoulder as if he’d been chased.

“What took you so long?” you hissed, and he spun around a blush creeping over his cheeks as he peered through the steam, finally laying eyes on you in the stall at the end of the row.

“Sneaking into the women’s shower room is harder than it sounds,” he murmured, glancing at the door behind him. You rolled your eyes as he peeled off his jacket, followed by his shirt.

“It can’t be that hard. I hear Andreas does it regularly.”

Saul tossed his shirt onto the bench and turned to you, eyebrows inching up ever higher. “What?” he asked, his voice half surprised and maybe a quarter impressed and another quarter disturbed.

“Did you get one?” You asked, ignoring the question as you  peered over the half wall of the shower stall. Saul reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a little square package with a smirk. You stepped back, water rushing down on your shoulders. “Hurry up then,” you told him as you turned around, pushing your hair back as the water washed over your face soothingly. The thud of boots echoed on the tile and you smiled leaning back out of the water, taking a deep breath. The door to your stall squeaked open and you glanced over your shoulder as cool hands ran over the skin of your waist.

“Did you get started without me?” Saul asked, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. His left hand dropped lower and lower before rejoining his other hand, hugging you to him. You chuckled.

“Maybe?” you teased. “You were gone for a long time.”

“Naughty,” he mumbled lowly. His arms tightened around you as he leaned down and ran his lips down your neck and across the back of your shoulder. You pursed your lips trying to hide your smile as he ran a hand over your flesh a warm pressure tightening around you whenever he gripped just the right spot. Shaking your head, you twisted in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck.

“You,” you leaned forward and mouthed at his collarbone, teeth faintly scraping over the skin as he took in a quick breath, “are just mad that you didn’t get to watch.” You ran your hand over his stomach, smirking at the tensing muscles as you moved lower. You raised an eyebrow as you took him in your hand. “But you’re here now,” you rose on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his lightly at first.

Saul’s hand drifted down, palming the cheek of your ass as the kiss deepened and you moved your hand around him, squeezing just enough to make him break out in a gasp against you. You smiled as his hands tangled in your hair and he pulled you back in for another kiss, his tongue lightly teasing yours. Together, you stayed like that, your back against the wall, him trapping you against it, warm water rushing over the both of you adding to the already building heat. Your hand stayed on his cock as his knee slipped between your thighs, one hand moving between you until you felt him pressing into you.

“Saul…” you moaned his name as he ground into your palm, the feel of his fingers sending a shock of pleasure up the ladder of your spine.

“You really did start without me,” he murmured nipping at your skin. A flash of heat had you burying your face in his neck, releasing him to wrap your arms round his shoulders. “You ready?” he asked, crooking his fingers.

You ground down and groaned. “Just hurry up,” you breathed, pushing at his chest.

Saul’s shoulders shook as his hands left you empty, a soft whine leaving you as he stepped back, turning on his heel. Cocking your head, you watched as he stepped out of the stall and went to the bench, bending down to pick something up. He tossed the empty wrapper on the bench and looked down working the condom over his length. Turning around you pulled your hair over one shoulder and faced the wall, closing your eyes, and breathing in nice and deep.

When the door creaked open, you set your hands against the tile wall as he came up behind you. His lips latched on to your skin, tongue laving at the droplets of water that rolled from the nape of your neck and dove down your spine. He pulled you to him, hands guiding your hips back as you spread your legs and leaned against the wall, bracing yourself as he pressed his cock against you. He pushed in.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, closing your eyes as he moved within you, sliding deeper and deeper. You reached to the side, grabbing the top of the side of the stall as your knees bent. His arms snaked around you pulling you back against him as if he wanted there to be as little room between you as possible. He bucked and you reached back, gripping his hip. “Wait, wait, wait,” you breathed as you felt every inch of him throb inside.

A hot shot of air blew over your neck as he groaned. But his hips stilled and you nearly thanked him, but it felt like a vice was wrapped around your lungs.

“Y/N,” he rasped after a moment, “I can’t… fuck.” He bowed down pressing his forehead to your shoulder and you knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Neither could you. Biting your lip, you flexed your hips, rolling against him slowly as the breath was pushed from your lungs. He stiffened before his hands dropped to your hips and he pulled away before thrusting back against you.

Water on tile, skin on skin, breathy whines and drawn-out moans filled the room as you each found your shared rhythm and fell into sync. Harder. Faster. Slow and grinding. Everything. You clawed at the wall as you rose up, arching back against him as your hand moved between your legs.

With a hiss, Saul’s rhythm stuttered without warning as he thrusted again and again, his voice calling out hoarsely as he came grinding against you. Your head dropped forward with a gasp as he settled deep inside. Then an emptiness filled you as he slipped out. You mewled as you turned around to face him, still touching yourself as you leaned against the shower wall. He settled on one side of the stall, chest heaving as he watched you, mouth open, eyes dropping down to watch as you teased your center.

“Saul,” you moaned his name, turning your head to the side as the pleasure condensed into a tight ball in your belly. “Saul, I want to… I need…”

Pushing off the wall he sauntered over to you pressing his hand over yours helping you along as he mouthed his way across your collarbones.

“Come for me, love,” he sighed, “that’s it. Yeah—“

Beyond control your hips moved faster and faster, body shaking as you cried out. Your voice echoed through the room, so loud you were sure that if anyone was in the hallway, they would most definitely hear you. But then your cries died down as Saul kissed you, still working you through your climax. Your chest rose and fell as the high finally died down, your nails prying away from his skin as you broke away, breathless. Saul leaned against you, holding you up as your legs threatened to give out. 

“I don’t know how I’m going to survive without you,” he breathed as he kissed you, moving from your mouth to your cheek, finally resting against your temple.

“There’s always phone sex,” you pointed out. Saul’s eyes lifted up as he considered it.

“It’d be a bit awkward, wouldn’t it?” he asked, looking back down at you, the back if his fingers running over your cheek. “Doing it in the commons. Where anyone could hear.”

You clicked your tongue and sighed, running your hands through his wet hair.

“That’s why I told you to get a cell phone, Lieutenant Silva, for the privacy.”

#saul silva #Saul Silva x reader #fate: the winx saga #Saul Silva smut #submission

[lightbringer-ultimate]

Random Xenoblade 3 Predictions in no particular order!

Xenoblade 3 connects both games so obvs spoilers beyond this point

-The Scary looking Ouroboros being seen taunting the party prior to Noah and Mio’s awakening is comprised of characters we know of from past games. Who exactly? Well...where are Tyrea and Dromarch? Could also be two characters deeply connected to Ethel and Isard so...there's that. 

-Noah could possibly be an amputee. When the clip of him pulling a katana from his Blade happens, his arm is exposed, no longer having a sleeve cover it and we see glowing bits of tech on it. Either Noah lost an arm when he was a child solder or he loses it at some point in the story A LA Cross in Xenoblade X CH 5. What’s that mean for the gauntlet that forms? Fighting to live and living to fight, you can’t just have a replacement arm in this world if it’s not going to help you get an edge in combat.  -I have a feeling that more characters will appear in the story who can interlink. Not playable, but characters nonetheless. I’ve seen predictions of Melia and Nia fusing, and I have a feeling that Ethel and Isard, who are able to see who is an Ouroboros due to their eyes, will also fuse given their shared desire to strike down the part. Might be some sad irony there.

-We saw a Junks-like boat in the water sailing to the remnants of Letheria’s titan cluster back in the first trailer but never saw it in this one. Is the ship actually Junks itself? Future Connected made a big deal about Shulk modifying the ship to be pilotable by Homs according to the description of his headgear he starts out with in it. Keves has his designs all over, Shulk could have helped mass-produce a line of transport ships modeled after Junks so they could have transportation to the Shoulder and back. 

-The guest characters we see in the party will for sure be important players in the plot. A Machina girl and a super diluted Male High Entia. My hope is that, even if they’re not active party members always, that they’re at least helpful for major story fights. Juju was given a gun towards end-game of 1 but was helpless prior, so having guest members actually fight proves that they’re not just...there in the party. -Riku and Minana are clearly the final slot for the party. I’d say that they have moments where they stay behind where a guest character from above takes their slot. Reason why I think they’re the true final slot is down to the fact that every Xenoblade game has had a Nopon in the group: Riki, Kino and Nene, Tatsu and Tora. Torna the Golden Country was the only one not to have Nopon, but it seems to be the exception.  -Alvis will come back. The Conduit will come back. Pyra and Mythra will come back. And we’ll see possible Shulk and Rex descendants, if not the two at a much older age. Or maybe even dedications to them? It’s not like Shulk and Rex’s heroics were done under the radar, the Homs and Humans know what they did. ...or they could instead be blamed for the reason why the worlds are fused and label them as false heroes. ....that’d be dark. -Noah will have a combat line that gets turned into a meme on day one and people will start figuring out how to get him into the next Smash game.

#xenoblade 3 #fighting to live and living to fight

[fablesrose]

Drunk on the Memories

Summary: Eliot gets drunk with an old friend, before he even joined the military, they insist on singing to each other

Word count: 1805

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Fem!Reader

Square filled: Drunken Confession

Masterlist ~ Bingo Masterlist

Warnings: Talk of war, drinking (obv)

Songs: I Wanna be in the Cavalry by Corb Lund, I Wanna be in the Cavalry Reprise by Corb Lund, Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd

A/n: this is for @girl-next-door-writes Make Me Feel Bingo, I did cut out a verse or two on the first too songs to keep it shorter and less graphic but I really enjoyed writing this, so enjoy! 

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“Are you drunk enough yet?”

I shook my head and knocked back another drink, “Now I am, you?”

Eliot took a large swig of whiskey right from the bottle, “Hand me the guitar.”

I passed it to him with a smile. He grunted and strummed it a couple of times, grumbling that it was out of tune. He started turning the knobs to change the pitch of the strings and my mind drifted to the last time I had heard him sing.

It was years ago, we were both young, broke, and stupid as hell. His one brain cell was telling him to join the military, so that’s what he did. He was being deployed the next morning, so all of our friends and family gathered round a fire, passed the booze around, and insisted on having a swell time. It got to the point where we were drunk enough to do anything, so someone shoved a guitar into Eliot’s hands and told him to put on one last show.

He laughed but started to sing all the same.

“I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before

I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war.”

Everybody quieted down to listen to him. It was an upbeat song, but it settled in that he was going to war. And with a voice like his, how could you not listen?

“I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn

Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone

I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn

Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long”

Wolf whistles rose from our group as the energy picked back up again. His face was smiling, young, and full of joy.

“I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march

And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched

But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch

Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict'ry arch”

We laughed. He stood and we cheered him on as he danced around the fire and wove through us. I became mesmerized by him as his voice seemed to light up the area as much as the fire, and warmed me the same amount. Before I knew it he was singing the last verse.

“Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front

For I won't be back on the rider-less black (jack) and I'm finished in my hunt

I wanna be in the cavalry if I must go off to war

I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more”

I was pulled out of my trance as the Eliot before me started to sing, similarly drunk, but different in every other way.

“I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before

“Courageous at first we took their worst, our positions we held stout

We clung to belief and we hung on the speech from our trusted leaders' mouths

Overwhelming odds and a hopeless cause and our cities overrun

There were them that said we was badly led and God were we outgunned”

When we met earlier he seemed okay, happy even, but with the alcohol came a weariness that only someone who had seen too much could hold. His hands were precise and aged, far from the man I knew that was young and quick, but they still held the same grace with the music.

“I lost count of the worthy mounts that from under me were cut

My favourite mare with her head in the air took the cannons in her gut

In the first two weeks on that bloody creek my brother lost his arm

Was only sixty days till all we prayed was get us home unharmed”

My heart ached as I remembered similar prayers that left my lips, prayers for peace, for safety, for an end of the pain, anyway necessary at points. I could tell that more feeling was in this version of the song then the one I remembered so long ago. That every word that flowed from his mouth was a more of a memory.

“O for the day that we signed our names and the well that we were wished

The men's congrats and the pats on the backs and the ladies that we kissed

The band that played and the grande parade and the patriotic shouts

All faded fast, didn't even last till the uniforms wore out

“We were finally forced to feed on horse and carcass we could scrounge

When the wagons stopped and we'd burnt their crops to charred and barren ground

With morale in doubt and our pride run out no honour did I see

All I seen were a thousand dreams piled dead in front of me

“I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won’t ride home no more.”

The apartment echoed the reverberations of the strings. I felt myself sway a little before I grabbed onto the counter with a clap. The alcohol was stirring up some unwelcome feelings in the silence.

“Come on little filly, I believe it’s your turn.”

I chuckled, shaking away the previous emotions, “Fine.”

I grabbed the ukulele that was laid on the floor by the counter.

He laughed, “You still play that thing? What are you gonna sing? Somewhere Over the Rainbow?”

I shook my head, “Yes, as a matter of fact I do still play this thing, and no I won’t be singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”

I did think about it. I will admit that, though only to myself. Instead, I chose something that I remembered. Something familiar. Maybe the alcohol had something to do with it.

I strummed the strings, making sure it sounded right before plucking out a tune.

“So, so you think you can tell

Heaven from hell?

Blue skies from pain?

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?”

I felt my eyes water. I kept telling myself I drank too much. It was the alcohol making me emotional, but I knew that was only part of it. It’s been years since I last saw Eliot. We had led different lives, but somehow we still ended up here, more similar than we would have thought.

“Did they get you to trade

Your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

Did you exchange

A walk-on part in the war

For a leading role in a cage?”

Eliot’s face was blank, cold. Maybe he was lost in some memories of his own this time. I blinked away the wet eyes and focused back on the strings under my fingertips.

“How I wish, how I wish you were here

We're just two lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl

Year after year

Running over the same old ground

What have we found?

The same old fears

Wish you were here.”

I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut.

“That was real pretty.”

I smiled bitterly, “Why thank you, you aren’t so bad yourself.”

“What made you pick that song?”

I poured myself another drink, “What made you pick yours?”

He paused, not expecting the question.

“Memories.”

I smiled and nodded, “Me too.” I moved to take a sip, when I hesitated and placed it back down, anymore and I would be sick. “You know, I sang that song to myself every time I missed you.”

“So once every couple of years?”

“Everyday sometimes.”

There was a pause between us.

“It almost hurt worse when I saw you afterwards, because I would still sing it. Because you still weren’t here with us, not really. Now here we are, both drunk as hell, both got dirt, probably more on our hands, and I’m singing it to you.”

I touched my face to find the tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Now what does that say about me?” I wiped my face and sniffed, trying to compose myself again.

Eliot slid off his stool and stood between my knees,  “It means that you’re still that same girl I left in that small and dusty town.”

I scoffed, “We both know that’s not entirely true.”

His hands came up to my face, “Sure it is, you’re still strong, beautiful, caring, and the best friend I could barely hope for.”

His hands were warm on my jaw, rough, but soothing. I couldn’t help but whisper, “What if I told you I wanted to be more than friends?”

He took a step closer to the point where I could feel his breath on my face. I looked up at him, still a little taller than me even on the stool.

“What if I told you I wanted to kiss you?”

“I’d tell you I feel the same.”

“Me too.”

He dipped his head to my lips. He tasted of the whiskey we’d been drinking, but maybe the taste of my last shot was just lingering on my tongue. His hands drifted to the back of my neck, his fingertips caressing my scalp. I found myself gripping his shoulder and forearm, trying to keep myself anchored. Eliot took another step that pushed my stool backwards. Now my back was against the counter and Eliot’s chest was pressed against mine.

We paused for a moment with our eyes closed and foreheads pressed together.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” I could feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke, and I let out a sigh.

“Yeah.”

Eliot’s hands softly untangled from my hair and drifted over my shoulders, down my back and traced my waist. He slipped them under my thighs and lifted me up onto the counter, pushing the stool underneath and out of the way. He didn’t make a sound as he wrapped is arms around me, burying his face in my neck.

I ran my hands through his long hair, holding him close. Eventually he left soft kisses on my neck, leading up to my jaw, before leaving one more on my lips.

“You don’t have to sing that song alone anymore, I’m here.”

“Yeah, you are. You rode home. You rode home to me.”

Best Buds: @snarky--starky  @kitkatd7 @confetti-its-an-imagine-blog @kaogasm

#Eliot Spencer x reader #leverage #eliot spencer #Girl Next Door's Make Me Feel Bingo #make me feel bingo #fluff #angst #drunken confession #drinking #fluffy ending

[mego42]

What are some of your favorite GG song Moments. ? Here are some of mine.

1. Easy ft lorde- OMG this soong is such a bop. it just fits the scene so well. HONESTLY one of my fav scenes. HE IS LIVING HIS BEST LIFE IN THIS SCENE. I LOVE CHAOTIC RIO

2. Wild heart by SPELLES.- THIS SONG IS SO HAUNTING just fits the vibe so well. SO ANGSTY

3. The most recent song. Used in that Brio moment. Idk what its called . I know that Beth is having the time of her life but that song is just HEAVY. The lyrics 🙏😭😭❤❤❤ such a pretty song fr 😔

omg anon i love this question nearly as much as i love your taste. YES!!!! to Easy (i too love tf out of personification of chaos rio), YES!!!!! to Wild Heart!!!!  it’s SO HAUNTING and disorienting and PERFECT. and Y E S !!!!!!!!!!!!! to the most recent song (whole life by perfume genius). i am LIVING for the heavy ballad vibes, super agree it’s so pretty. 

in no particular order, my top 5 music moments:

blanket me / hundred waters

1x09 - beth makes the calendar laying out her kids future in case something happens to her

i’ve already exposed myself as an absolute loon when it comes to this song and you can read the whole breakdown here

but tl;dr it’s a song about relying too much on a person and needing to break free and be independent but not in a toxic sort of way, more in a for personal growth and the best for everyone because co-dependence holds everyone back and i really, really, really love that in context of beth and her children, her learning to step back and not smother them but also not give so much of herself that she disappears entirely because that’s not good for them in the long run

basically it’s sort of a thesis statement for beth’s underlying s1 arc

plus it’s just like, heavy and haunting and absolutely gorgeous and not to be like, unreasonably pretentious, moves me and i love it

notable lyrics: You're my blanket, you're my skin / You're everything within / You're my guardian, I'm your sail / A boat in your harbor / Gone under, capsized and sinking / Blanket me, blanket me, blanket me, blanket me, blanket me

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whole life / perfume genius

4x06 - beth looking for a place to hide the wire/hooking up with rio

the song is all about leaving behind the things weighing you down and moving into a brighter, more free future and i love love love how that plays with the duality of beth hiding the wire and securing her source of information for the secret service BUT ALSO marking this moment as a turning point for beth and rio because it absolutely is.

(like not just the fact that they’ve resumed a physical relationship but rio’s invited beth deeper into his world and we’re seeing beth crack on a level we really haven’t before)

this season is leaning SO HARD into duality and the tangled up truths and lies between them and i am absolutely UNHINGED over it

i also really love the like, passionate ballad nature of it juxtaposed over this twisted, extremely sexy moment (intercut with dean joyfully trying to seize hold of his new hobby only to be IMMEDIATELY denied)

there are just so many layers to it and i love all of them

notable lyrics: The mark where he left me / A clip on my wing / Oh, let it soften / I forgive everything

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ocean rain / echo & the bunnymen

4x04 - the beth and jane/rio getting the drop on fitz montage

the whole theme of this song is two people tearing each other apart and destroying the bones of their former intimacy which like, hello subject matter aptitude and it’s told through this GLORIOUSLY dramatic hurricane at sea imagery with ships being dragged below the waves by the hurricanes the two people have called down on each other set to a gorgeous over the top orchestral score

on a yrical note, i love that the song is basically the same verse over and over (interspersed with the chorus, obvs) and the only change is me vs you when it comes to who brought the storm down on them

basically, if you were challenged to come up with a song that represented two peak dramatique heaux nightmare factories locked in a never ending game of deadly cat and mouse, you couldn’t top this.

i am ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED with the choice to pair it with a montage of beth finally pulling the trigger (with foresight and intent, shooting rio was p obvs a oh shit look what i did moment), a milestone rio’s been dragging her (down) towards since the beginning of s2 AND using him to do it, dragging him (down) into her mess (m ade all the more messy when you consider he was the target of it) (i just! love it! so! much!)

i want to live in johnathan leahy’s brain

notable lyrics: all at sea again / and now my[your] hurricanes have brought down this ocean rain / to bathe me again / my ship’s a-sail / can you hear it’s tender frame / screaming from beneath the waves / screaming from beneath the waves

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el musgo / gabriel bruce

3x04 - rio watches beth make money

UGH GOD when that high hat and bass kicked in the first time i was like oh shit we are in for some DRAMA and sure enough we were as well as a more sexual montage than anything you’d find in actual porn.

idk, the fact that they chose this deep, dark, mournful about lost love to an elongated montage slow motion montage of rio watching beth make fake cash and deciding not to kill her for nearly killing him doEs stuFf to me

all i’m saying is johnathan leahy ships brio harder than any of us and is a more dramatique heaux than either of them, which are two really impressive feats to achieve

AND THEN!!! AND THEN!!!!! they CHOPPED THE SONG UP!!!!! so they were able to take advantage of the dawning drama of the opening bars BUT ALSO include the closing stanza about wearing the marks the subject of the song gave the singer like a scar where they took his heart from him and the INTENTIONALITY of that creative choice puts me on the FLOOR

LIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

notable lyrics: I'll wear this mark like a medal / But it's a scar / Where you took my heart from me

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kimono hill / sophia kennedy

3x01 - rio leaves the hotel

honeslty, lowkey surprised this one made my top five. not because it isn’t a fabulous song deployed with johnathan leahy’s usual mastery, but bc i didn’t realize how much i loved it until making this list

i don’t really have like, a deep, lyrically rooted storytelling reason for loving it, i just think the way they used it in the show is Such A Vibe

the way the vibrating synthy tones and underlying organ kicks in while rio’s getting in the elevator has this beautiful held breath anticipatory quality to it that works SO WELL to set up the montage of rio strutting out back into his life while turner gets murdered (a scene i have some uh, complicated feelings about but setting those aside), and the bolands’ fresh start to the tune of bouncy drums and looping vocals

idk it’s such a shining note to end the first episode of a new season on, i remember feeling refreshed and super hype for what’s to come

notable lyrics: no lyrics, just the vibe of the opening bars

tl;dr i really, really, REALLY love how this show uses music. you can tell they put a lot of time and effort and thought into it and while i know the trajectory isn’t working for everyone, personally i love it. granted, as you can see from this list, i clearly love the shit out of a down tempo dramatic ballad, so. if you are more of a bangers and bops person, i would point you to @nickmillerscaulk’s inbox as she is a Certified Bangers Afficianado.

#i think about music and soundtracks an aggressively normal amount #there's an au version of me that's a music supervisor and she's living her best life #nbc good girls #gg soundtrack #moar music #shut up meg #anon

[deathlikesdeep-dish]

Shower [Zoro x Reader]

Just a quick lil somethin that I whipped up this morning feat. our favorite green-haired idiot.

Hope y’all enjoy! x

Scenario: Zoro being convinced by his s/o to finally take a damn shower

Warnings: cussing (obvs), mild nsfw

 It’s been 6 days. You think to yourself with a small shudder. The first few days, you almost don’t mind. It’s kinda sexy, the musty scent. It’s a reminder of the hard work that he puts himself through daily. And of course, the visual benefits of that work are certainly worth a mild stench. But 6 days? It’s beyond a mild stench now. It’s a fucking identity trait. You’d only been together for a couple months, so you don’t exactly know what the proper way to bring up this kind of shit. Like “hey babe, I’d love to really take a trip to the bone zone and all, but if we do right now, Brook isn’t gonna be the only dead one on the ship.” Even if you did say that, he’d be so confused, the adorable idiot, and probably pretty dejected too. You sigh, squeezing your eyes closed and press your fingertips to your temples.

 “I’m just gonna have to manipulate the poor boy.” You decide out loud, having no idea how to manage that.

 “Who are we manipulating?” Nami pops her head in the room with a sly grin.

 You nod your head in a greeting to her. “Zoro,” you say with exasperation. “To take a shower.”

Nami laughs loudly. “Good fucking luck,” she’s almost crying with how hard she’s laughing. “I’ve been barking up that tree since the literal day I met him.”

 This is not what you needed to hear. You groan and flop back on your mattress, clapping your hand over your eyes. After another few moments of laughing, you feel Nami sit next to you on the edge of the bed. “Y/n, the answer is obvious.”

 You raise an eyebrow and glance up at through the parted fingers over your eyes.

“Oh?” You ask.

 “Shower sex, duh.” Nami replies, sticking her tongue out at you with a wink.

 You flush. Goddamn it. You think. Seductive manipulation is not precisely your forte. Especially with someone as completely dense as Zoro. In some ways, Zoro is one of the most intelligent people you know. He’s instinctual, able to observe his environment, adaptable and cunning in a fight. But with other people? That he actually likes? Let’s just say the wheel is spinning, but the hamster’s dead. Very dead.

 “I was afraid of this,” you say gravely.

 Nami rolls her eyes. “Christ, y/n. You’re acting like it’s such a chore to have sex with your boyfriend.”

 “UGH.” You throw a pillow at her, and she cackles again as she stands up to walk towards the door.

 “You’re a true champ, y/n. From all of us Straw-hat Pirates, we thank you for your service.” She salutes, dodging another pillow that you chuck her direction as she walks out the door.

 As you sit on the edge of your bed, you grab the last pillow left and shove it into your face, letting it stifle the almost inhuman, frustrated screech that rips through your throat.

 The sound dissipates, and you stand up, heading up to the Crow’s Nest, where you know the smelly swordsman will be. Nami and Robin snicker at you as you pass and you flip them off crudely. You climb up the ladder to the Crow’s Nest and open the hatch, pulling yourself inside.

 You smell him before you can see him. Why am I doing this to myself? Why?  

 You turn towards the sound of heavy breathing and you see Zoro, in all his bare-chested glory, doing one-armed hand stand push-ups while he used the free arm to curl a massive dumbbell.

 Oh yeah, that’s why. You reply internally.

 His back is to you, so you’re able to watch the muscles of his back and shoulders ripple beneath his tanned skin effortlessly. He’s taken his long green coat off, leaving him in only his pants and boots. You can see droplets of sweat dripping down his back, each bead following a different muscular curve. He makes soft grunting noises with each rep and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten and your heart race.

 You clear your throat softly, hoping to gain his attention. He doesn’t turn, only switching the role of each arm. So, you try again, this time a bit louder.

 You watch him stiffen at the disturbance, his head shooting down between his arms to look at the intruder. His steely eyes meet yours and soften, along with his body and he gives you a grin, clearly pleased to see you. He pushes himself up and flips upright to land on his feet before turning to greet you.

 “Hey y/n,” He smiles again and grabs a towel off a rack to wipe his face and hair.

 He begins to walk toward you and you almost forget your mission. He looks so handsome, especially with that wide grin that he typically only reserves for you. His green hair is damp, making it a slightly darker shade than usual, and he drapes the towel over the back of his neck. He halts in front of you, his hands moving to grip each end of the towel casually.

 “What’s up?” He says.

 You realize you haven’t taken a breath for a few moments, and you inhale to reply to him. Rookie mistake. The smell of him hits you again, and you cough without warning.

 Shit, you think. Don’t screw around, y’n. Get this damn mosshead in the shower with you pronto.

 “Hey,” You reply, forcing yourself into a smile. “Just came up here to check on you. How are you doing?”

 He smiles again, the oblivious bastard. “Oh, okay. I’m fine. Just doing the usual,” he replies. “Shit, your face had me going for a second. I thought something might be wrong,” He chuckles.

 You pause a beat too long. He notices. Fuck. “…is there something wrong, y/n?” He asks, now somewhat nervous.

 “Oh no!” You say too quickly. “No, no, nothing’s wrong. I just came up here because…” You know you need to calm down if you’re going to attempt anything that mildly looks like seduction.

 You take a breath and drop your gaze, now looking at him from underneath your eyelashes flirtatiously. “I came up here because I was about to take a shower...” You place a hand on his warm chest and push up to the shell of his ear. You lower your voice. “And I was wondering if you might want to join me?”

 You feel him stiffen again beneath the hand on his chest and his breath hitch. His hands come up to lightly grip your hips. “You what?” He asks, his voice suddenly a little rougher.

 You kiss the soft skin just beneath his angled jaw. “Join me. In the shower.” You repeat.

 His grip on your hips tightens for a second before he grabs your hand suddenly, pulling you towards the hatch of the Crow’s Nest. It’s so fast that you almost can’t process what’s happening. He opens the hatch with his foot.

 “Oh, so you want to come?” You manage. He swoops you up into his arms and jumps down the hatch without regard to the ladder. You land firmly on the deck below and he doesn’t bother to set you down.

 “Zoro?” You ask, mesmerized by the concentration on his face. He shifts to hold you with one arm as he opens the door to the bath house room, slamming it behind him. He sets you down and wraps strong arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “Get in the shower. Now.” He commands.

 Internal screams.

 And in that moment, as the water turns on and your simple, oblivious, gorgeous greenette quickly strips away the rest of his clothes, you don’t know what you’re more excited about, the amazing sex that you’re about to have, or the fact that the simple, oblivious, gorgeous greenette is finally going to be fucking clean.

#roronoazoro #zoro x reader #zoroxreader #zoro #onepiece #scenario #one piece scenario #writing #writing challenge #poor oblivious bastard