#u gotta honor the cock

[peachdues]

SANEMI V. NO-NUT NOVEMBER

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ ･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳

In honor of it being Thanksgiving in the US, I thought I would feed you all. Happy Turkey Day, skanks.

CW: MDNI. Explicit sexual content.

Let’s count the ways you’ve tortured him over the last thirty days

You would purposefully wait until he arrived back home at his estate before getting yourself off — in his bed, or in his private bath, so that Sanemi had to watch or feel you working yourself, whimpering his name as you imagined your fingers were his.

You’ve never seen a man wound tighter than Sanemi, coming home after a long night of fighting demons and having to put up with incompetent younger Corps members, who is greeted with the sight of his lover, in his bed, legs spread wide open as she plunges her fingers in and out of her wet and ready core, moaning his name. 

You also were fond of trouncing around his estate wearing little clothing — if any. In fact, you were far more fond of wearing nothing but his haori as you cooked for him. Sanemi thought you wouldn’t be able to resist him sidling up behind you and sliding his hands between its open folds to rest on your bare waist. He thought. 

As it turned out, you were more than happy to swat away his eager hands and resume chopping vegetables. Sanemi managed to hold in his groan of frustration until you bent over to pick up a stray piece of carrot that escaped the pot.

Not to mention it was his BIRTHDAY on the 29th and you wouldn’t so much as let him eat his favorite cake (your pussy) 

“But I’m not the one being pleasured, it’s you,” Sanemi’s voice bordered on a whine as he danced his fingers down the curve of your outer thigh.  You swatted his hand away. “Need I remind you that, on more than one occasion, you’ve had to change your clothes after spending time between my legs?”  Sanemi’s eyes are nearly bulging out of his head as you primly turn away from him, tightening the blanket around your half-nude form. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me —“ “Goodnight, ‘Nemi. Happy Birthday.”

But when the clock hits 12:01 AM December 1?

“If you think you’re walking out of this not pregnant — or that you’re walking out of here at all —,” he said severely, yanking you by the calves until your ass was pressed against his thighs. “Then you’ve got another thing fuckin’ coming.” 

Listen. Sanemi respects the fuck out of women, but you’ve been disrespecting him for the last month. He’s about to get MEAN.

I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that Sanemi is going to need to purchase new furniture by the end of it; shit’s getting smashed by you two. The bed, dressers, tables, you name it, you’re getting fucked on it, and it’s getting broken. 

You are being edged to oblivion. If you whine or complain, it only makes the punishment that much worse (so does crying but he actually wants to see those big fat tears). Sanemi breaks up pace consistently to ensure this happens.  Also, he’s gonna cum as much as he wants, but you’re not until he says so.

And when he finally, finally lets you cum, don’t you dare think it’s over — now he’s going to overstimulate you until you’re sobbing (again)

“You think you’re done, sweet girl?” His saccharine coos made your stomach curl because you knew that tone meant he was being anything but sweet. “Like hell you are.” Sanemi flipped the pair of you over, forcing you to lay with your back against his chest, your arms pinned behind you. The hand not restraining you slid to your throat, gripping softly and tilting your head back against him as Sanemi began to thrust sharply up into you.  “I’ve had to watch you cum around everything but me for the last month, darlin’,” his teeth sank down into the soft flesh between your shoulder and neck. The wince you made at the sharp prick of his teeth was quickly chased away with a few soothing licks and caresses from his deceptively soft lips.  “So you’re gonna be my good girl and cum on my cock until I’ve decided you’ve had enough. Understand?” 

It gets to the point where you genuinely cannot tell apart the fluids on your skin — sweat, your cum, his cum, or your tears 

When he’s finally out of stamina (which is like. days later, RIP you), the last few rounds are much slower, and he’s much softer and clingier. Granted, he’s shooting blanks by then because he’s also overstimulated and exhausted, but he thinks he’s made his point clear enough. He’s actually asking you for just one more, and if you’re crying, he’s quick to kiss the tears away and murmur words of encouragement and love

“Fuck, baby,” Sanemi moaned, his feet digging into the plush of his futon as a means of giving himself leverage to push into you, his thighs and hips having long since lost the ability to work with the same vigor they had when he’d first bent you over. “You feel too fucking good to stop.”  You cried out, fists clenching against the painful pleasure your lover continued to bestow upon you. Part of you was desperate for him to stop, to rest, but your body kept betraying you, your legs tightening around his waist to hold him in place.  “S-Sanemi,” you whimpered, fingers digging into the ropey muscles of his shoulders, unable to decide whether to pull him closer or push him away. “No m-more — I c-can’t —“ “One more, sweetheart, just one more.” He cooed, bending his face low to brush kiss after kiss against your lips, swallowing your moans and whimpers. Sanemi braced his weight upon his fists, situated on either side of your hips as he continued to rock into you. His pace now was far at odds with the one he’d maintained over the last day or two, with the scar-speckled Wind Pillar forgoing his vicious, unrelenting speed that had you clinging onto the nearest piece of furniture for dear life in favor of something far softer and more gentle.  “You can do that for me, right?” Sanemi circled his hips. "Just one more, sweet thing, that's all I ask." 

And you give it to him; though there are big, fat tears leaking down your cheeks and though every nerve in your body is screaming for a break, you come apart around him once more. But Sanemi still isn't fully satisfied even though he's a groaning, cursing mess rutting into you, so his thumb works its way between your legs and presses down. Only when a surge of your sticky fluid springs forth and coats his abdomen and groin, does Sanemi finally relax, his own climax rolling into him like a steady wave.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi shinazugawa #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #kny sanemi #sanemi x reader #kny smut #demon slayer smut #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi smut

[pictureinme]

Can we get Robert Fischer obsessed with a cam girl?

thank u so much for this idea omg ... i had so much fun w this !! also u have the honor of being my first fischer fic LOL

superstar

robert fischer x camgirl!reader word count: 1.2k tags: male masturbation, sex toys (vibrator), overstimulation, camming

(ao3)

Robert lets out a groan as he watches you through his monitor. You had just started streaming, still completely clothed, but he couldn’t resist how you teased at your hardening nipples through your top. Scantily clad, of course, you never were the type to dress modestly for these shows.

He had been watching you for about a month now, turning notifications on almost immediately. The way you would fit all these toys inside yourself with almost no difficulty, and yet still sound so authentic– Robert could be falling in love at this point. Don’t even get him started on your angelic face, he has never seen someone quite like you. If he had, he would’ve been married a long time ago.

“So many people already… and even some new faces!” You grin and begin to hike your pathetic excuse for a skirt up your thighs, revealing the tiniest of panties. “Of course, my favorite supporter is here too. Hi, fischbait!”

“Fuck…” Robert covers his mouth with his hand as his length twitches at you simply uttering his screen name. He knew it was unavoidable that you would notice him– every stream he would send you a minimum of 500 bucks. It didn’t matter if you did anal or anything out of the ordinary, Robert just loved seeing that look in your eyes when you hear that telltale notification sound.

Sometimes he would send messages along with the donations, telling you to buy a specific kind of toy or outfit. Most often, though, he was a silent supporter.

“I think you’re really gonna like what I have in store, you guys,” Robert watches as you move your panties to the side, revealing a vibrator already inside of you, “Whoever gives the biggest donation gets to control this little thing. How cute is that?”

He scrambles closer to his desk, making sure he heard that right. Messages flood in the chatbox:

come on, we all know who’s gonna control it

Just want to see you happy, pretty girl :)

do we even have a chance against that rich fuck lol

even if i control it for just one second, ill be so happy

Yeah, Robert heard you loud and clear. He knows no one will even come close to the amount he could donate, but he decided to keep it lower than what his dirty mind wanted. He watches as the donations pour in rapidly, only reaching a measly 300. Didn’t they realize you deserve so much more?

“Jesus, I always gotta step up to the plate, don’t I?” He chuckles to himself as he sends in his amount of cash, waiting for your reaction.

You’re already moaning halfheartedly due to the other donators’ actions, but your eyes widen in what seems like genuine shock when you see a notification you have never seen before:

fischbait donated 1,000 bucks!

“Holy fuck, thank you, f– ah!”

As soon as the control prompt showed up on his screen, Robert couldn’t resist making the vibe go to the highest setting, even if it was for just half a second. He bit his lip as he watched you recover from the sudden stimulation, your breathing ragged.

“Oh, thank you so much, fischbait,” you smile widely, opening your legs even further, “Treat me nicely, okay? Or don’t…”

Robert’s hand drops from his mouth to palm at his hardness. He wanted you to pay attention to him only, and he was finally gonna have that. He moves the vibrator’s settings to something more realistic and watches as you begin to grab at your chest.

“Feels so good, fuck," you pull down your top, revealing your tits to Robert– well, everyone, but he didn't want to think about that right now. "You're so good to me…"

"Yeah, just like that, (Y/N)," he takes his cock out from his increasingly uncomfortable slacks, quickly fisting it. "Show me your pretty tits, yeah…"

Robert waits for you to get comfortable with the speed he set, just to move it up by one. Your thighs tremble slightly, he could tell you were holding back. He sees you getting even wetter around the toy, glistening in the soft light of your room– it could be a studio, for all he knows. Robert's donations could certainly fund that. He acts like that idea didn't send a jolt through his body.

"Fuck, fuck," your head rolls back slightly, revealing your damp chest even further, "I think I'm gonna come already. God, don't stop!"

He couldn't care less that he was in his office and that his godforsaken secretary could walk in with some useless papers for him to sign at any given moment– he needed to make you come over and over again. Robert’s tip was leaking profusely, but his grip stopped him from doing anything prematurely. Maybe he wanted to be caught with his dick in his hand, what could anyone do about it?

Robert ups the setting again and watches you convulse around the tiny thing inside you. Uncontrollable moans and whimpers come out of his speakers at an embarrassing volume, but he’s only focused on keeping his pumps in time with your trembling. You babble nonsense as he brings the vibrations down somewhat, but not turning it off.

“Please, please, please… it’s so much!”

With his unoccupied hand, Robert quickly types into the chatbox:

Beg for me to stop if you want it so bad.

Your eyes glance at your own monitor, and you bite your lip before you respond, “Please, fischbait, don’t… don’t stop. Make me come again, okay? I want it so bad it hurts, please– fuck!”

He turns it to a pulsing setting, and you collapse back onto your plush duvet. Robert fists his length as you shake, the two of you practically moaning in sync. The wet sounds he was creating echo in his office as he chases his release, trying his best to time it with yours.

“I’m coming, God, I’m coming, please!”

Robert comes with a loud groan just as soon as you do, his release spilling all over his pristine desk. He continues to pump himself as you come down from your high, almost overstimulating himself to the point of incoherence.

You rise slowly from your bed, giggling tiredly, “Jesus fuck, thank you all so much for your… generous donations. I think I’m all tuckered out!”

He calmed his breathing only to hear your fucked out voice– which had him already preparing for another hard-on. “God, (Y/N)...”

“I’m gonna head out for the night,” you got closer to the camera, winking, “See you all next week, yeah?”

The camera clicks off, and he leans back in his chair, exhausted. Taking in the mess on his table, Robert realizes something. He never had a sense of clarity after orgasming with you, there were no regrets to be had. The things he’d do just to have you in his arms…

His reverie is interrupted by a ping! from his desktop, a message landed in his inbox.

today’s stream was perfect thanks to you, honey! you always treat me so well. i’d love to get to know you better ;)

Tonight was far from over.

#robert fischer x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut

[happyandticklish]

HAPPYYYYYYYY!!!!

since you sent me such a CRUELLY EXPOSING ask (<3 /j) I figured it only fair to return the favour ^^

If you could only pick ONE fictional character to absolutely wreck you, who would it be and why?

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And what do you think that says about you 👀👀

hehe love ya happy <333333

(and omfg thank u so much for liking the fic you have no idea how happy I am that you enjoyed it take your time to scream I'm just glad I did your post proud !!! ^^)

CROWWW!!!

How fucking dare you (affectionate) the audacity of this. I will answer, because I honor my promises, and also because yours was far more exposing than this and I got a lot of insider deets out of that 😌

Also, again with the goddamn choices man, you gotta cut that shit out, a girl can only choose things so many times

Okay, so this took me a thousand hours to decide because there's a couple that I have in my head

And I know you said one, and I will provide my top one, but I have to list the top three because they're all pretty much tied. I also think it's incredibly ironic that my top three lers are also my favorite lees. I don't know if you know any of these characters so I provided a bit of background information for reference

1. At the top of the list.... Chishiya!

I've only known about him for a couple of weeks but that was enough~ I would also like to preface all of these by saying, do I think any of these characters actually would tickle me? No, because most of them are either assholes or would think it's weird. But I am choosing to ignore that for the sake of this question~

So he's a character in Alice in Borderland, which is a show about people who participate in death games and shit. But Chishiya was the Cheshire Cat-esque character, hence the name, so just imagine that vibe for his character. He makes me go absolutely feral, and the idea of him doing it is,,,,,, yeah. I feel like there would be one of his classic slight smiles and a head cock somewhere in there as he watched your reactions, and that would perish me on the spot.

2. Mostly tying out is.... Damien!

So Damien is from The Bright Sessions, and is essentially this guy who can make people do whatever he wants through projecting his own desires via superpowers. He's also half smug asshole/pathetic wet cat of a man. It is the latter half that makes him so tickly-able, but the first half that has him on this list. If you heard his voice, you'd get it. He does this kind of deep drawl thing with it, and his voice is so fucking smug and teasy for literally no reason, it's absolutely not necessary for anything that he says. But whenever he "wins" against someone, he's consistently rubbing it in their face and it's annoying but also,,,, yeah, just but also.

3. Returning as one of my og faves.... Connor from DBH!

He's an android from the game Detroit Become Human, which is essentially about these AI androids that gain life and learn what it means to be human while overcoming bigotry and a bunch of other shit. But Connor was an android cop that was sent to investigate the case, and eventually starts to become deviant, or human, himself. But he's such an attentive, perceptive character because he has to be. His whole job is about analyzing other people. So he can pick up when others are embarrassed and why, and he'll just fucking point it out because he doesn't know you don't talk about those things. So the idea of him noticing that you're ticklish and that you like it, because he would absolutely pick up on that, and pointing it out is beyond flustering for no reason.

As for what they say about me, I think one safe conclusion is that I like assholes lol. But in reality, I think it's mostly reaction based. Having somebody really, truly see me, notice things about me, and discover what things get to me, is such a flustering but nice concept. Just having someone work to get a certain reaction out of you, or tease you when they notice the effect something is having on you, especially if you're trying to hide it. I just like being teased guys. Tk or otherwise, it's such a giddy, happy feeling and I'm obsessed with it.

#tickling #asks #answered ask #ask game #personal #dont mind my fucking essay of a response im sorry it got so long asgjhi #also ive been saving up all the reblogs i need to do but once i get to them that fic is getting hella screamed over #on all levels except physical i am shaking your fic in excitement like a goddamn maniac

[morwap]

in honor of the last day of your celebration, pls make this horny thought i had while brushing my teeth come to life in a fic🙏🙏

rough sex (pegging if your feeling like making me literally DIE) for sub!james bday😫😫 (with a mommy kink ofc cause U ALREADY KNOWWW)

UGH IM JUST HOPING PPL STILL SEND IN REQUESTS EVEN AFTER MY CELEBRATION 😫 IVE BEEN HAVING SO MUCH FUN

got soft at the end 😟😫

BABE U KNOW I GOTTA DO THE PEGGING

OMG HIS BIRTHDAY IS COMING UPPPP early bday post for james 😍🤞 even tho remus’ was i think the other day but i hope my sub rem posts made up for it

“what’s wrong jamie, i’m giving you what you wanted. wasn’t this your birthday wish?” you teased, “mommy s’too much” james moaned closing his eyes and letting his head fall.

“too much? this is what you wanted, to be filled up with mommys cock and now it’s too much?” you said grabbing at his hips and pushing him back into you with every thrust. “don’t be ungrateful james” you teased, “m’sorry mommy didn’t mean to be ungrateful” james whined his arms barely able to hold himself up.

“seems to me like you are, i’m just trying to please the birthday boy but you wanna complain” you tutted with smirk, watching james grab at the sheets. “sorry mommy, didn’t mean to” james moaned, “it’s okay jamie i forgive you” you said softly.

you moved one hand down to his cock, spreading his precum around. “wanna hold hands mommy” he panted and you slowed your movements, “kay, wanna get on your back for me?” you asked sweetly and watched him nod. you pulled out and allowed him to move as he pleased before your fake cock was back into him, filling him up like he deserved.

you pinned one of his hands down with yours, interlocking them and your other hand on the bed holding yourself up. “such a good boy” you praised, “happy birthday james”

#morwaps tiny 600 celebration #☕️ lovers rock #subby rich bitch😫 anon #marauders #marauders x reader #marauder era #james potter #the marauders #prongs #sub james potter x reader #sub!james potter #sub james potter #james potter x reader #james potter smut #sub!james potter smut

[planetdream]

idk if this counts as a kink really but that 4-member video call prompt x seventeen...? any thoughts?

losing my mind yeah 😃😃

#1 boyfriend: came up with the plan — mingyu

— mentions the idea in passing and is a little surprised you say yes. honestly didn't think he'd get that far but he's overjoyed!! when the time comes, the boys complain a little because he's eating you out for sooo longgg, they wanna see him fuck you already—but mingyu always has to take care of his baby <3 makes an absolute mess of you—hand around your neck as he plows into you from behind, purposely positioning your face in the direction of the camera so you can look at his friends while he ruins you.

honorable mention: mr. lee chan. he sees the way the guys look at you, this is a chance for him to 1) let them get a good look and 2) prove that he fucks you right.

#2 condescending and patronizing — jeonghan

— whos better for this role, really? wasn't even involved initially but randomly stumbled into the video call and decided he'd stay for the fun. you already know his teasing is gonna be endless before he even opens his mouth, and it is. very capable of making your head spin and he doesn't even have to say too much. he's cooing and laughing at you, even pouting when you whine out. really wants to see mingyu make you squirt

#3 very dominant, barks orders, and controls the situation — wonwoo

— he's who mingyu trusts most for this position. they both know that if you have to be in anyone else's hands (or in this case, dommed thru a screen??) wonwoo would be the better fit. he's still quiet, but as the night progresses, he gets a lot more comfortable and stern. if he tells you to shut up and take it, what do you think you should do? you gotta listen to him, or else mingyu's gonna get mean, and we don't want that do we? 👀

#4 very mean and degrading — seungcheol

— this was tough bc i can't see any of them being too mean/degrading butttt idk i <3 mean dom cheolie!! neither you nor him are sure of what's gotten into him bc seungcheol is so sweet and nice to you, but his words omg. he spits out pure venom and you're a bit timid, embarrassed that you clench around your boyfriend's cock every time his friend calls u mean names :(

#💌 — mail time #💌 — covetsauvignon #✰˚. !! dream.hardhours #☁️ — daydream.svt #svt smut #svt hard thoughts #mingyu smut #jeonghan smut #wonwoo smut #seungcheol smut

[tigerdrop]

Just gotta say this is my favorite fanblog for gordon freemans cock and balls.

thank u. its an honor

[iam93percentstardust]

Ready for This

And this particular fic marks a blackout for @starkbucksbingo!! Yay!!!! Details and the rest of the fic below the cut

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“Boss,” FRIDAY says, cutting into Tony’s haze. He turns off the welder and lifts the mask up, taking a deep breath of air that doesn’t smell like sweaty helmet and metal. “Sergeant Barnes believes he is going into rut.”

Tony frowns. “What? That’s early, isn’t it?” He knows he put Bucky’s rut on the calendar so he would remember to actually gather supplies instead of going in unprepared like they did last time and nearly starving because Bucky’s rut triggered Tony’s heat and they were both too distracted to eat. Thank god for Steve sending DUM-E in with supplies.

“Yes, boss,” FRIDAY agrees.

“Alright, early rut,” he mutters, looking around the workshop. He clicks his fingers as he thinks. “We can handle this. Okay, FRIDAY, put in an early grocery order. Who’s here that’s a beta?”

“Miss Maximoff.”

Tony winces. She’s a little young to be sending near a mated pair when the alpha is in rut but if that’s all they’ve got, then that’s what they’ve got. She's an adult, she can handle it, he hopes. “Alright, ask her if she’s good to deliver the supplies to our room when they get here and patch me through to Bucky.”

A moment later, Bucky’s tired voice says, “Hey, doll.”

“Hey, Bucky Babe,” Tony says soothingly. “How’re you feeling?”

“Angry. Hungry.”

“I’ve got food on the way.”

“…Not hungry for that. When are you gonna be over here?”

Tony chuckles. Yeah, he’d figured that. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Why don’t you go wait in our bedroom?”

“But you won’t be there,” Bucky says petulantly.

He bites back a smile. “No but it’ll smell like me, won’t it?” Bucky makes a small, grumbling noise but he doesn’t actually say anything so Tony figures he’s probably on his way to their room. Good; if he’s there, he won’t start any fights with anyone over Tony’s honor or whatever it is that gets alphas in ruts riled up. “I just gotta finish up a couple things here and then I’ll be in our room and you can fuck me to your heart’s content.”

Bucky groans. “Can’t say things like that, doll. Not when you’re not here.”

Tony laughs, “See you in a bit.”

“Boss,” FRIDAY says as he cuts the connection, “Miss Maximoff said she’d be happy to deliver the groceries.”

“Great,” he murmurs, looking around the workshop again and eyeing the projects he was working on. He’s not working on anything time-critical right now so there’s nothing really that he needs to finish. He just needs to shut everything down. “DUM-E, U, Butterfingers, start turning everything off that doesn’t have to stay on to keep the building running.” He watches them for a moment to make sure they’re not going to start an electrical fire or something and then turns back to saving the files he was working on. “FRI, about how long would you say Bucky’s ruts usually last?”

“On average, Sergeant Barnes’ ruts last 3.4 days.”

“Okay, let Pepper know I’ll be out of commission for—let’s say the next five days. Early rut might mean a long one. Have her outsource all of my current SI projects to R&D, I don’t think even they can mess anything up in less than a week.”

“You sure?” FRIDAY asks dryly and he grins crookedly.

“Atta girl.” He heads on out, FRIDAY turning the lights off behind him, and walks over to the main compound, going over the checklist in his head. Technically, Iron Man is retired and War Machine has taken his place but he still sometimes flies out with the team when they need an extra flier so he shoots off a text to Rhodey to let him know he’ll be busy for a few days. He sends a text to Steve as well, who’s currently on a mission with Nat and Sam in an undisclosed location (not that that stopped him from finding out anyway), and updating him on Bucky’s rut.

Wanda is waiting for him when he steps foot inside the building, falling into step beside him. “Are you sure about this?” she asks worriedly. “You wouldn’t rather have Viz?”

“Vision won’t be back from the UN for another couple days. By that time, it’ll probably be over.” He smiles reassuringly at her. “You got this and if you think you don’t, call Clint. He used to run interference on Thor and Bruce’s ruts.”

She frowns. “Who did they share it with?”

“Each other.” At her mouth falling open, he nods. “Yeah, it was as bad as you think. I used to spend those weeks on business trips.”

“This won’t be like that?”

“Not at all. Odds are you won’t even notice anything.”

“All I have to do is drop off food and water? You don’t need anything else?”

“Yep. You won’t even have to come inside, just knock on the door and leave. If it helps, think of us like a couple of overgrown pets.”

“But you don’t need walks,” she points out, grinning. He laughs.

“You get the idea. Last thing,” he adds as they reach his bedroom, “if the compound is under attack, call FRIDAY. She’ll shut everything down.”

“I have powers, you know.”

“Yep and I’m sure you could easily take care of any attack,” he agrees. “But no sense in making you take on a whole army by yourself when that’s what FRIDAY is for. Keep yourself safe.” He glances at his door, thankfully soundproofed so he and Bucky won’t traumatize her, and then smiles once more at her. “Again, you’ve got this.”

She waves at him and walks back down the hallway. He waits until she’s gone before opening the door and slipping inside.

Bucky is right there, waiting for him, pressing him into the door as soon as it’s closed. He snuffles at his neck, nosing aside the fabric of his shirt to lick at his bonding gland and huffing contentedly when he catches the scent of him on Tony’s skin.

“Okay, big guy,” Tony murmurs, running his hands through Bucky’s hair. “Let’s get you on the bed so I can get out of these clothes. Can’t do anything if I’m still dressed.”

Bucky grumbles wordlessly but takes a few steps away from him, not far though and certainly not on the bed. He paws at Tony’s clothes, trying to help him undress faster but completely ineffectual in this state. Alphas, all the same when they’re in rut.

“Bed,” he says sternly, pointing at it. Bucky gives him puppy dog eyes. “Don’t give me that look. Bed, now.”

Bucky turns and goes, hanging his head. For a moment, Tony feels a little guilty but it’s only a moment. After all, as soon as he gets his clothes off, Bucky’s going to get to have him as much as he wants. He just needs to be a bit more patient. Tony pulls off the shirt he was working in, shimmies his sweatpants down over his hips and kicks them off. Now that he’s in their room, surrounded by the scent of an alpha in rut, his hole is loosening, slicking up in preparation of being taken. He glances over his body, making sure there’s not any large grease or oil stains on him that he needs to wash off before he joins Bucky on the bed—just because the serum will keep Bucky from being poisoned by the grease on his skin doesn’t mean that he wants to make it work harder—but he’s pretty much clean so he finally raises his gaze to where Bucky is waiting for him.

Bucky is leaning up against the headboard, eyes dark and hooded, hand lazily tugging on his cock. Tony smirks slowly at him and saunters over to the bed, crawling up onto the blankets.

“Now?” Bucky asks impatiently.

“Alright, big guy,” Tony says. “Have at me.”

Bucky pounces.

Title: Ready for This Collaborator Name: iam93percentstardust Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27008455 Square Filled: B5 - AU:A/B/O Ship/Main Pairing: Winteriron Rating: M Major Tags & Triggers: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mild Sexual Content Word Count: 1.3k

#alle writes #winteriron #nsfk #ish #a/b/o dynamics #starkbucksbingo2020 #if you like please consider reblogging

[darth-bagel]

So I got tagged to do it by *checks their notes* @walk-ng-d-saster​!! Thank u 💙✨ AND I THINK LIKE, everyone did it at this point so just. If you want to? Just do it, feel tagged by this Bagel 📝

...The NSFW Ask, oh Irony™ written at work-- let's do it! Under a cut for obvious reasons, enjoy!

Tag your OC that is a Wild Happy Top™/ Ultimate Switch™ . That one OC that happily shares their love-- and by love I mean pussy/ass/cock

Sylvas. IS ANYONE SURPRISED? Yeah I thought so. Do I even have to build a case here? Still they are the one who catches feelings more often then not and are self aware enough to know that but also woefully doesn't acknowledge them. But yeah, they are an incorrigible flirt and sleep around a lot, all in good fun. They like making people melt in their hands, but are an Ultimate Switch™ and tend to just adapt to their current bed-partner.

And a Honorable Mention.

Graz'zt. Lord Tenar'ri. Z. He had a very fun youth, no wonder he fallen for the biggest disaster of all in the end.

Tag your OC thathas the KINKIEST MIND. And I don't mean the most massive kink. I mean that OC that is into A LOT OF STUFF.

...Yeah it's Sylvas again. They are curious and will try like 99% of things if the other side/s is/are down. I once did a test with yes/no/maybe for all things nsfw and even the more intense shit I was like 'yeah just. this is something that needs extensive talks before they will agree to do it'. I have to dig it up, read, mayhaps link it somewhere XD

Tag your OC that carries a pillow around just so someone makes them BITE IT. Your ultra-super-mega bottom/sub OC.

Yeah I don't think I have someone who would be a 100% a bottom, but I also didn't work out all my characters on Malgus in this regard so. I'll leave that empty for the time being. Unless we count Sylvas when Z gets his hands on them for few hours straight.

Tag your OC that would make GOD their BITCH. The TOP dog. The TOP bitch. The dominatrix to dom them all.

I think the most fitting here would be Liz. You do not fuck with Liz, in bedroom or otherwise. She's equal measure terrifying and caring and well--the best dom also has the best aftercare routine.

Tag your OC that makes rocks cry. The little one that likes cuddles and being petted like a little pet. The one that you gotta be gentle with, cause they are so soft.

I'll go with Shaar here. Maybe not super somft, she toughs up really fast on Korriban, but before yeah. She will take platonic cuddles any day of the week but just isn't really interested in anything beyond it really. She's working things out.

Tag the OC that flips you over. That shy one that makes you think you are in charge and later ties you up and gags you.

Ha, oh Rinna’la for sure. She could be so unassuming, which was perfect back when she was working undercover for S.I.S. And then later as the actual leader of the Assassin Trio. But yeah she's the one-- Sylvas and Taliesen can attest. Sylvas especially the gagging part.

Tag your MOST endowed OC. That one who WILL break you just with COCK.

Taliesen, it's always the quiet ones. More of a man of action. And like usual-- Sylvas can attest.

Tag your tiniest OC. That twink or little one that is a sweet piece of cuteness, but has a body so flexible they could easily take the last OC.

...Sylvas. I mean let's be honest that had to been obvious. Maybe not the 'sweet piece of cuteness' and exactly tiny (5'8"), but the bastard is flexible. They are a contortionist with 3 years of pole-dancing on Nar Shaddaa under their belt, you can just use your imagination here.

Tag your OC with the most sensitive body. THAT OC that can't have a massage without moaning or that kissing them makes them go wild.

Mirage. Tho, like usual, will never admit it and will do anything to reign herself in. Unless she's with someone she really trusts and just... lets go. ALSO THE KISSING. Oh, she loves it. She could probably just do that for a looong while. It's also the best way to tease and rile her up, and well, Andronikos exploits it a bunch.

Tag your OC that has the WEIRDEST KINK

Define weirdest. Okay I can imagine but, yeah I don't think I have anyone here. Or maybe I just didn't work it out yet, so I'll just leave this empty.

Tag your most VANILLA OC

I don't have a lot worked out for her but, Nerifiel, feels like the one. She utilizes seduction at work-- but at home? She just want to take care of her partner and vice-versa.

Tag your OC with the largest collection of SEX TOYS

Currently? I'd say shared between Liz and Rilfaen. They are living together currently and with them knowing Sylvas... it just accumulated over the years. But it's very organized (Liz doesn't fuck around both weaponry and sex toys have their proper places) and usually you can't just stumble upon it randomly. But I can tell you that Sylvas and Z also have, separately, a nice collection.

#swtor #my swtor #darth bagel answers #a bit n/sfw #oc: sylvas sha'ael #oc: mirage raverie #oc: vliza'cani'baishusse #oc: russ'haar'rattirm #oc: graz'zt tenar'ri #oc: rilfaen price #oc: nerifiel #oc: taliesen qer #oc: rinna'la qha #okay i hope tumblr will play nice now #the cut scrambled my entire post and just #ugh #but! i got it! #it took a while but i had fun #there was some thinking i had to do believe it or not xd #also actually taking some shots bc tal ril and nerifiel didn't have #like any XD #and still chuckling at the fact i made like 90% of this #at work today #oh well #i hope you enjoy ittt owo

[4izawas]

what do u think abt the fish from nemo? the hot one 😝😝😝. the one with the scar 😩😩😩😩

-predator anon cock

oh my god i think i know who you are now but i will never say who.

anyways, this guy? gill?

ngl when i was little i had a crush on him and he was my favorite except for like the 2-3 months or so when i was five and my shoulder was broken and my whole arm had to be thrown into a sling because of how i’d broken it — then nemo was my favorite because according to my mom i’d say ‘we both gotta bum fin!’

in honor of you tho i’ll also admit that I had the hugest crush on this guy for the longest

idk it’s something about the nose, beard, and mustache combo that has me weak kneed now that i think about it👀

#predator cock anon #how do u feel about him #just curious

[kinktae]

groovy || pt. 2 (FINAL)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

Even in the 70s, it goes without saying that you shouldn’t have feelings for your best friend’s little sister.

pairing: tae x childhood friend!reader

word count: 10k

genre: 1970s au, fluff, ANGST, eventual smut, f2l

warnings: tae & OC do the NASTY (smut is being edited), Jimin is an endearing pothead, themes of death, unhealthy coping mechanisms such as alcohol and sex

A/N: This fic was entirely inspired by the song If I Could Tell her by from the musical Dear Evan Hansen. Go give it a listen ;)

OFFICIAL PLAYLIST

01 | 02 (FINAL)

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PART TWO (FINAL) **UNEDITED**

Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest, "Jimin, you gotta be higher than a kite to stand here and tell me that Jaws is scarier than The Exorcist."

"Objection, your honor! How is that relevant to the argument?" Jimin turned towards Taehyung, his bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly.

"Overruled. I'll allow it just this once." Taehyung stated decidedly, rubbing at his chin dramatically.

"Fine." Jimin squinted, turning back towards Hoseok, looking coy. "I will neither confirm nor deny that accusation, but I still vote Jaws."

The two friends were in a heated debate over which of the two films reigned supreme. What started as a mere difference in opinions quickly turned into something far more dramatic, the three boys using it as a means to pass the time as the final hours of the day approached.

"Regan's head literally spins. She was like a fucking owl, man." Hoseok emphasized.

"The Exorcist is unrealistic.” Jimin waved off easily. “Ya know what's real and scary? Sharks.”

Hoseok shook his head in frustration, his dark locks shifting as he did so.

"I don't deny that Sharks are scary but a little possessed girl crab walking down the stairs? Scarier."

"Dude, The Exorcist was gross." Jimin frowned.

Hoseok gasped, quickly turning to his blond friend. "Objection! Your honor, that was a biased claim on his part."

"Sustained. No raggin' on either film." Taehyung agreed, causing Jimin to sigh.

"Fine. The Exorcist was graphic.” Jimin corrected himself. “Who wants to see a little girl projectile vomit all over herself?”

Suddenly, Hoseok brought his hand down onto the counter, the loud noise causing both Taehyung and Jimin to jump.

"Exactly!" He declared far too enthusiastically. "It's grotesque— disturbing even! That's what makes it so damn scary. The Exorcist is the superior horror film. I rest my case."

"Uh... is now not a good time?"

The sound of an entirely new voice appearing suddenly caused all three men to turn around. You were standing by the shop’s door, a perplexed yet amused expression on your pretty face. Taehyung was so taken aback by your sudden arrival that he nearly missed the Tupperware container that was being held between your hands.

"Y/N, Hey!" Taehyung exclaimed, an embarrassed hue crawling over his face. "No, uh, we were just... We didn't hear the bell, sorry!"

You laughed lightly, "No worries."

It hadn't been long since the last time Taehyung had seen you. As a matter of fact, just yesterday morning he had driven you back home so it didn’t make much sense for his heart to be pounding this loudly at the sight of you standing here in front of him.

Your hair had been thrown up in a ponytail that looked last minute but neat all the same, but it wasn’t your hairstyle that caught his attention. Crawling up your legs and underneath your denim skirt were a pair of bright yellow stockings, very much like the ones you used to wear when you were younger.

You were brilliant, he realized. Standing there in all your colored stocking glory, you were absolutely captivating and the blond boy suddenly wished he had put more effort into getting ready today.

His hair was lying flat against his head, having gone unstyled, and he had run out of his contact lenses, forcing him to wear his unflattering frames today.

You took note of his glasses' sudden appearance immediately; the last time you had seen Taehyung with them was when the two of you were still both puberty plagued teenagers. Still, there was something about the bespeckled boy that was comforting to see and much to his chagrin, you stared at him openly.

"U-Uh, you’ve met my friends Hoseok and Jimin, right?" Taehyung stuttered, growing flustered under your stare.

At his words, you looked over at the two boys in question– the shorter of the two had light brown hair and offered you a pleasant smile while the other one stared at you stone-faced, arms crossed over his chest.

"Jung Hoseok, right?" You recalled, flashing the solemn boy a nod.

Hoseok's eyes noticeably widened.

"Wasn't sure you remembered me." He responded cautiously.

You cocked your head to the side, "You were the first guy to ever kick my brother's ass. Hard to forget a moment like that."

"Yeah, well, someone had to knock that asshole down a peg." Hoseok smirked causing Taehyung to bump his shoulder into the dark-haired boy disapprovingly.

"Uh... no disrespect, of course." Hoseok corrected himself. You shook your head.

"No, you're right. He definitely had it coming." You smiled softly.

The exact moment the two of you were referencing had occurred in your junior year of high school, before Jungkook's death. You didn't know much of your brother's social life other than that Taehyung was in it but you remembered hearing the name Hoseok thrown around once or twice. From your understanding, he was someone in Jungkook's social circle that he didn't particularly care for but seemed to tolerate for Taehyung’s sake.

That all changed, however, one day in your school’s courtyard.

You weren't surprised to hear that your brother had started yet another fight in school– he had an awful temper and an even worse ability to control it –but you were, in fact, pleasantly surprised to find out that the fight had ended with Jungkook getting his ass handed back to him by Hoseok.

Both boys were suspended but Jungkook's punishment lasted far longer than Hoseok's was– the fight having not have been his first offense on school grounds.

Jungkook never got to see the end of his suspension, you realized suddenly. He died two weeks before he was due back.

Pushing that dark thought away, you shook your head, putting on a pleasant expression.

"I don't know what was more bruised, his eye or his ego." You joked. Hoseok grinned at your words, clearly surprised at how lightly you spoke of the situation.

“I gotta say, Jeon, you’re not nearly as shitty as your brother.” Hoseok chuckled.

There was something off about the smile that you gave him in reply and, for a split second, he feared that he had said something out of line. Taehyung noticed it too. Seeping through the place where your lips met was a bitter truth– a silent disagreement that you were in fact just as shitty as your brother but lacked the courage to say it.

“Hey, what’s in the container?” Taehyung finally spoke up, eager to shift the topic to something lighter.

“Oh. Right!" You blinked, your entire demeanor changing, "That’s actually why I came. I made brownies.”

Jimin noticeably perked up, eyes falling onto the container silently.

“What kind of brownies?” Jimin wondered lowly.

Hoseok shot him a look before turning to you, "You made us brownies?"

You shrugged, "Well, technically, I made them for Blondie but you guys are more than welcome to have some."

Taehyung's ears went pink. The idea that you made and brought brownies specifically for him was so overwhelmingly endearing he thought his heart might combust.

"F-For me?" He stuttered. You nodded eagerly.

Something you always liked about Taehyung was how easy it was to know what he was thinking, even if he didn’t want you to. He wore his emotions on his sleeve and was pretty much an open book to all.

You knew there was a small part of you that was jealous of him. Jealous of how transparent and honest he was. Because if you tried to be that way it wouldn't be something admirable or wonderful at all. It would be ugly and spiteful.

When Jungkook first died, you were something like a bomb, fragile yet on the verge of exploding at any given moment. You were angry all the time and lost a lot of friends who you treated poorly, taking from their wells of forgiveness until they had entirely run dry.

So for the moment, you were content with presenting a false version of yourself to others. If you had to paint a picture of yourself for them then at least you would make sure it was a pretty one.

"Yeah. Think of it as a thank you for letting me stay over the other night." You continued.

Hoseok's eyebrows raised, finding the context of your words incredibly interesting given the last thing he knew of your and Tae’s relationship was that it had been severed when Taehyung had tried to kiss you in your brother’s room.

"Oh? Is that so?" Hoseok mused cheekily causing Taehyung to send him a glare.

"It's... uh, no big deal." Taehyung dismissed easily, ignoring the way his friend was staring at him suggestively.

"So," Jimin spoke up once more, "are they just regular brownies or...?"

"For fuck's sake, Jimin, they're not weed brownies!" Hoseok laughed, causing the shorter boy to huff.

"What makes you think that's why I was asking? I could have a nut allergy for all you know." Jimin defended.

Taehyung blinked, "You don't have a nut allergy?"

"Yeah, I don't." He admitted, turning to you with a boyish smile.

"They're just regular brownies. Sorry to disappoint." You laughed, setting the container down onto the counter.

"Don’t sweat it. I’m still stoked." Jimin shrugged, walking over to pry open the container. "Free food is free food.”

And with that, the three boys finally began to dig in and you watched cautiously as they did so, hoping that at least some of your mother’s baking ability had been passed down to you.

"These are ace!" Was your eventual reassurance, coming from a satisfied looking Jimin, who shot you a thumbs up with his unoccupied hand.

Taehyung and Hoseok made noises of agreement, mouths too full to verbally agree.

“Aren’t you gonna have one?” Jimin pressed, shoving his mouth with the remaining piece of his brownie.

“They’re really good, Y/N.” Hoseok added.

You shook your head, “Oh no, I don’t really care too much for sweets. I just know Taehyung loves the recipe my family uses.”

Taehyung's head turned towards you, swallowing down the food in his mouth harshly as he looked at you in surprise.

“I didn’t know you knew that.” He admitted, licking his lips clean. You tucked your hands into the pockets of your skirt, a familiar memory creeping into your brain.

“I remember one Sunday night when you were sleeping over my mom made brownies and you ate like eight pieces. And then, when you thought everyone was sleeping, you snuck back into the kitchen for more.”

Taehyung’s eyes went as wide as saucers, “Wait, hold on... you knew about that?”

Honestly, this was the first time Taehyung had thought back on the moment in years but he remembered it vividly. Slipping out of bed without waking up a sleeping Jungkook and tiptoeing past you and your parent’s room felt like mission possible at the time and he was under the impression that he had gotten away with it.

“Yep. I heard you walk past my room. I got curious so I followed you into the kitchen and watched you pig out.” You laughed heartily, your ponytail swaying side to side as you did so.

“You watched me?!”

“I was always watching you.” You admitted coolly, picking up a brownie crumb from the container lid and plopping it into your mouth.

“That sounds... kind of creepy, Jeon.” Hoseok muttered, flashing you a concerned look.

You shrugged, leaning your hip against the counter.

“I was a kid and, well, I wasn’t exactly allowed to just go up and talk to Blondie. Jungkook would’ve literally killed me if he found out that I had a cru–”

Cutting your sentence off abruptly, you cleared your throat, oblivious to the way Taehyung had gone stiff, heart in his throat.

“Anyway, where were you guys with the trial?” You turned towards Hoseok, face burning as you change the topic onto the debate that was taking place before you arrived.

Holy shit.

You had a crush on Taehyung?

He felt like he had been dunked into an ice-cold pool; was it really possible that you ever saw Taehyung the way he still saw you?

He exhaled in disbelief, tucking a hand into his jeans.

He could die of happiness. They could bury him six feet under and it wouldn’t phase him in the slightest. It didn’t even matter that you no longer felt the same way. Just knowing that his one-sided love for you wasn’t always so one-sided was fulfilling enough.

Then again… he could be wrong. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions. You hadn’t finished your sentence, after all, you could’ve gone on to say any number of things. He was probably just overthinking like he always did. He spent nearly every second of his teenage years watching you, he would’ve noticed if you had any sort of feelings towards him... Right?

Your face felt like it was on fire. Worst yet, you could feel Taehyung’s eyes on you. He wasn’t saying a word and it made your chest feel tight.

“Oh. That. Whatever, I retract my statement, let Hobi have this win.” Jimin shrugged, too concerned with grabbing a second brownie to keep the debate going.

“Wait, really?” Hoseok frowned, suspicion gleaming in his eyes.

“Sure. If you say The Exorcist is scarier, then it's scarier.” Jimin concluded, moving to bite into his brownie.

“Right on!” Hoseok laughed, throwing an arm over the shoulders of his passive best friend suddenly.

The action took Jimin by surprise as he was yanked into Hoseok’s side, a small noise of disappointment escaping his lips as he lost grip of his brownie and it flopped onto the floor.

Hoseok showed no indication that he even noticed, his cocky grin persisting.

“This is why I keep you around, you know.” Hoseok teased. “What’s that you always say? Get laid, don’t fight?”

“Make love, not war.” Jimin grumbled, still mourning the loss of his fallen snack.

“Same shit.” Hoseok dismissed, turning towards Taehyung. “So then, your honor, what’s the final verdict?”

Maybe if Taehyung weren’t so preoccupied with staring at you, then he would have heard Hoseok’s call, but it wasn’t like he had much of choice. You were staring down at your shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world, bottom lip tucked in between your teeth as you appeared lost in thought.

“Tae? Anyone home?” Jimin laughed, finally pulling the blond out of his Y/N focused trance.

“Huh?” Taehyung replied.

Something both of his friends never gave Hoseok enough credit for was his ability to read people. So the moment he laid eyes on Taehyung staring at you like a love-struck puppy, he knew he had to do something to help.

“Actually… I think it’s about time Jimin and I headed out.” Hoseok announced suddenly, glancing down at his watch lazily.

“What? Why?” Jimin turned towards Hoseok in confusion.

“Yeah, what? You guys can stay until closing, you know that.” Taehyung added.

"You mean stay and have to help you clean and close up shop? Nah, man.” Hoseok scoffed, waving off the idea with a hand.

“Listen, I’m sure you and Y/N have lots of other nostalgic brownie stories to reminisce on.” Hoseok turned to meet Jimin’s eyes. “Besides, Jimin and I have stuff to do. Isn’t that right, Jimin?”

Jimin blinked, unsure of what was happening but knowing Hoseok well enough not to question whatever scheme he had cooking up.

“Uh… yeah! Lots of things. You know us, busy busy! People call us the busy boys, you know.”

Taehyung squinted, recognizing the boy’s awkward rambling as his attempt to lie. While Hoseok had a real knack for trouble, Jimin was just not cut out for such mischief.

“No one calls you guys that.” Taehyung pointed out flatly.

“Well, they should.” Hoseok chimed in, pulling the flustered hippie towards the door.

“Guys–”

"Check ya later, Tae!" The older boy called out, the door’s bell harmonizing with his goodbye. Taehyung frowned.

“Bye, Tae. It was nice meeting you, Y/N. Thanks for the brownies!” Jimin added, flashing you both a wide smile before the front door closed shut, leaving Taehyung alone with you.

There was a record playing somewhere in the back of the room. You remembered hearing it when you first arrived but forgot all about it once you began to speak to Taehyung and his friends.

It sounded somewhat familiar, but not familiar enough for you to pin down a title. You thought you recognized the artist– The Isley Brothers, maybe?

You crossed your arms as you listened briefly, opening your mouth to ask Taehyung before shutting it before you got the chance.

Taehyung was doing that nervous sleeve thing, you noted.

God, this was so awkward. You had to say something. Maybe you should clear up what you meant earlier.

“Hey, I’m–”

“Do you–’”

The two of you spoke in unison, surprising each other. Taehyung felt his shoulders relax as you burst out into light giggles, clearing finding amusement in the situation. Your laugh could lift any mood, he was sure.

“You go first.” Taehyung insisted happily.

Things were okay, you realized. There was no need to go back and dwell on things that would just make things complicated.

You shook your head, “No, nothing, I just… Your friends are nice. I like them. I miss that feeling.”

“What feeling?”

“Being surrounded by friends, I guess. I don’t really have any. I miss hanging out with people.” You shrugged.

Automatically, Taehyung flashed you a sympathetic look. You knew it was a normal response and that it came from kindness but it made you feel uneasy. You were far too used to people looking at you with pity.

“So.” You say, clearing your throat.

“So.” Taehyung countered.

“What were you going to say?” You asked.

“Huh?”

“Before I interrupted you, what were you going to say?” You reminded. A look of remembrance flashed onto Taehyung’s face before a lopsided smile crept onto his face.

You cocked your head at his expression, raising an eyebrow as you awaited his next words.

“Do you want Burger King?”

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“Yes, I know I should have called sooner.” You sighed, listening to your frantic mother’s voice seeping through the phone.

“Mom, I–”

Your eyes flickered over your shoulder, meeting a worried-looking Taehyung who was holding a fry up to his mouth. You stuck your tongue out at him, hoping to lighten up the mood.

He could hear your mother’s muffled but clipped voice through his house phone. Naturally, after the two of you picked up food, you found yourself back at Taehyung’s house to eat it. It wasn’t until you had finished your meal that you realized you hadn’t come back home as scheduled and that your parents were most likely furious.

Despite Taehyung’s efforts to get you home in one piece the other day, your lack of change in clothes clued them in on the fact that you hadn’t gone out to spend the night at a friend's like you had claimed.

One heated confrontation later and the truth of your excursion came to light. Your mother had broken down into tears when you told her that Taehyung had found you drunk and alone on the side of the road; as far as your parents were concerned, you had stopped such reckless behavior years ago.

You let your mother ramble over the phone for a bit before finally explaining yourself.

“Mom. I’m at Taehyung’s.” You explained. Your words were met with a brief pause on your mother’s end and Taehyung quirked his head in confusion.

Something he couldn’t hear must have been said, however, as a satisfied grin took over your face and you bid your mother a light-hearted goodbye, promising you’d call when you were on the way back home.

At the sound of the line going dead and you putting the earpiece back into the phone, Taehyung spoke up.

“Everything okay?”

“Mm? Oh yeah. All it took was mentioning you and her whole tune changed.” You nodded, walking over to where Taehyung was sat on his couch.

The blond boy flashed you a toothy grin.

“Really? That’s all it took?”

You laughed.

“Are you kidding? Your every parent’s dream kid. Kind, responsible, hard-working... Man, they love you, Taehyung.”

Suddenly, a pensive look fell over you as you appeared to get lost in thought.

“It’s hard not to.” You sighed finally, grabbing a fry from Taehyung’s plate and popping it into your mouth casually.

He wasn’t sure what to make of your words but warmth found his face all the same.

Lately, it felt like he was always finding double meaning in your words and he wasn’t sure if they were purposeful or if he was just getting more and more desperate to paint the narrative that you somehow loved him too. He had to force himself to push back such ideas, his own selfish desires too much for his fragile heart to endure.

“Taehyung?”

Realizing that you had been standing while he sat all this time, Taehyung stood up suddenly. It was an awkward repositioning but you paid it no mind, your next words clearly weighing heavily on your mind.

"What would've happened if my parents didn't come home that day?”

Taehyung froze. He opened his mouth to respond but thankfully shut it right away, needing a moment to collect himself.

The question had blind-sighted him; he had spent the better half of the past three days trying not to think about the unfortunate event that went down in Jungkook’s bedroom.

He’d never stop hating himself for that moment.

Still, he wasn’t sure what to make of your question. He allowed for a few more moments of wordlessness before he decided that answering honestly would be his best bet.

Tucking his hands into his pockets, he swallowed harshly. "I probably would have kissed you."

He had no doubt he was blushing, especially with the way your eyes refused to pull away from his face.

"To comfort me?”

"I, uh… No."

“Then, why?” You pressed.

Taehyung bit down on his lip, wondering just how honest to be with you right now. Was this how he was going to admit that he had been in love with you all these years?

He shook his head.

“I just… wanted to.” He admitted, before continuing hurriedly, “B-But I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking– seriously, I shouldn’t have taken advantage of such a vulnerable moment. I’m really, really sorry. I should’ve apologized sooner.”

You nodded.

“It's okay. I’d just prefer if you didn’t, you know, try to kiss me in my dead brother’s bedroom.”

Taehyung grimaced at your words, offering you an awkward laugh and sheepish smile, “Yeah… Definitely not the right time or place.”

Taehyung felt like he could breathe easier now knowing you hadn’t looked too deeply into the attempted kiss. Hopefully, this meant things could stop being so awkward between you two and things could go back to the way they were before. He missed having you around.

“Um…”

Taehyung’s thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of one of your hands reaching out and gripping onto the fabric of his sleeve, much like the way he would himself when he was nervous. He glanced down at the gesture, eyes wide at your proximity.

"We’re not in his room anymore." Your words were muttered lowly, as if suddenly shy.

Taehyung blinked.

What?

Did that mean what he thought it did? Did you just imply that he could kiss you? Or did he just fail to wake up this morning and was stuck in another one of his sad, pining dreams about you?

Gaze fixated on where your fingers were still wrapped around the fabric of his sleeve, you were unable to meet his eyes.

"Huh?" Taehyung replied, simply because he couldn't conjure up a single intelligent thought.

Your eyes met his for a moment before flickering away once again, brows furrowed.

"My parents aren't here either so..."

Taehyung's heart was banging against his chest as if wanting to lurch right out of it and offer itself to you as you were its rightful owner.

No way.

There was just no way the girl he had been in love with since he was fifteen was standing in front of him asking him to kiss her.

“I'm... Are you–"

"Geez, Blondie." You cut him off, voice pitched high at the thought of having to repeat it. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"

If it were in any other situation, the tone in your voice would have suggested that you were angry, but the way you tugged at his sleeve let him know you weren't upset, but rather just incredibly embarrassed, unable to express directly just how much you wanted Taehyung to kiss you.

To your surprise, instead of Taehyung awkwardly stuttering out an apology, two large palms found either side of your face, forcing you to look back over at him. Before your eyes even got the chance to make contact with his, however, his mouth found yours, eliciting a small noise of surprise from the back of your throat.

The kiss was everything you imagined a kiss from Taehyung would feel like.

Soft. Gentle. Perfect.

His mouth felt warm against yours, distracting you from the subtle way his hands trembled. Despite the way your mouths moved against each other cautiously, still unfamiliar with such intimacy, something about the exchange felt natural, as if the two of you were always meant to embrace each other like this. And as Taehyung pulled away, you let that thought run through your mind, his warm eyes holding yours.

Silence rang between the two of you; Taehyung bit onto the inside of his cheek, waiting for you to say something but neither of you could seem to work up the nerve.

“Should I not have done that?” He spoke finally, heart in his throat.

“Probably not.” You murmured, still slightly dazed from the kiss.

Suddenly, you placed a hand against his chest, the faint pounding of his heart kissing your palm. Part of you was thrilled to see that the kiss had affected him as much as it had you, but there was also a part of you— a bitter one— that knew that taking this any further would be unfair to Taehyung.

Something told you that if you asked Taehyung for his heart that he’d give it to you, that he was just that kind, and that scared the hell out of you. Taehyung deserved a hell of a lot more than the selfish little sister of his dead best friend.

Sure, you did your best to paint a pretty picture but that didn’t negate the parts of you that were monstrously ugly.

When Jungkook first died, you picked up drinking; weekends usually blurring by as you drifted through the days without regard. You used to think it helped, that drinking all night only to wake up the next morning still just as intoxicated would silence your screaming thoughts of self-loathing, but you came to find out quickly that alcohol was merely a temporary novocaine.

That’s when you turned to sex. It was usually coupled with alcohol, having had realized that inebriation was a great crutch to cling onto the next morning when you hated yourself for your actions.

You weren’t exactly sure when the thought process behind it manifested but you had turned to nameless faces and their bodies to help make you feel desired as you couldn’t love yourself. Whenever friends would raise their concerns, you would brush them off with a clipped tone, claiming that you were merely having fun, oblivious to the fact that all your self-worth was stemming from how many people you could lure into bed with you.

Both reckless behaviors were meaningless attempts at filling a void you refused to acknowledge and if it weren’t for your parents eventually stepping in, there’s no telling just how bad things could have gotten.

You and Jungkook were similar in that aspect, you suppose. Both Jeon siblings having had their tendencies for self-loathing and self-destruction, only Jungkook ended up a corpse on your bathroom floor while you got to walk away without a scratch.

Sometimes, when your mind got particularly dark, you wondered why Jungkook was dead and not you. Why were you the one who had to remain alive, damned to hold up the crushing burden of being the living sibling?

With your brother dead, you had to stay alive— not just for your parents, but for Jungkook as well. If you were going to be chosen as the Jeon sibling that lived then you couldn’t go and destroy your life, not when Jungkook had lost his.

So you tried your best to clean up your act.

You cut off all ties to your old habits and old friends; it was lonely sometimes but you were sober and your parents were happy, and so were you for the most part. Denial became your coping mechanism and any sadness you felt towards your brother passing morphed into anger, forcing you to detach yourself from him altogether.

It was healthier than the other ways you had tried to cope but it was still just a temporary numbing solution, one which Taehyung had wiped away easily, which is why you had turned once again to alcohol and sex. Thankfully, Taehyung found you on the side of the road that night.

“Y/N?” Taehyung called out, watching the way your expression had darkened. You furrowed your eyebrows, eyes flickering up to meet his.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I can’t do this to you. Let’s stop.”

Taehyung frowned, “Do what to me?”

Taehyung looked so incredibly confused that you found yourself looking away, unable to face him.

“I know you care about me which is why we shouldn’t go any further than this.”

Taehyung felt his heart sink into his stomach. Was kissing you a mistake? It didn’t feel like one but you couldn’t even meet his eyes so he knew something was wrong.

You let your hands fall off his chest before continuing.

“I… I care about you. You mean a lot to me, probably more than you know, which is why I won’t risk you getting hung up on someone like me.”

He could see the way you had begun to shrink; you were standing in front of him like you were insufficient and frail when he knew you weren’t any of those things.

“Someone like you? What are you talking about?”

“I’m not the girl you think I am. I’m not the girl you knew when we were kids anymore. I’m bitter and angry and have got so much baggage– I’m not going to put you through carrying any of that. You deserve a lot better than that.” You explained, hating yourself for the way your voice was wavering.

Once again, you were crying in front of Taehyung and you couldn’t stand it.

“Y/N, c’mon—”

“I’m serious!” You cried, hands shaking. “I used to drink myself numb and I slept around with so many people— the majority of them whose faces I don’t even remember —and I’ve hurt and pushed away everyone who's ever cared about me and just— fuck, Blondie! I’m a fucking shitty person!”

“No, you’re not.” Taehyung said quietly, hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“I know you, Y/N. Maybe you’re not the girl who dances in her room or reads teen magazines anymore but you’re still the girl who wears yellow stockings and bakes me brownies just because she remembered I liked them.”

As his thumb ran over your wet cheek, you weren’t sure whether to laugh or cry so you did both, once again crumbling under his touch.

“You’re more than just a series of bad decisions. You’re hurting and you’re doing it alone when you shouldn’t have to. You’re a hell of a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for and,” Taehyung swallowed roughly, losing footing of his voice, “And you deserve better too, dammit. You deserve so much more.”

There were only a few things Taehyung couldn’t forgive himself for, and leaving you by yourself after Jungkook died was one of them. He knew what it felt like to sink back into the dark place he was in after his best friend’s death but he had his parents and his friends to pull him back out– it made his heart heavy to think that you had been drowning in that lonely limbo this whole time.

“You don’t have to be alone. You don’t have to do this on your own. You’re not made out of stone, Y/N, you’re human. It’s okay to rely on others and accept help and love and everything we think we're not worthy of.”

Taehyung could see the way his words were hitting your skin; he could see the way you flinched as if you couldn't believe them but the way your watery eyes held onto his told him that you wanted to.

“Don’t push me away.” He pleaded finally, voice firm but tender all the same.

You wish you could’ve told him straight up that you wouldn’t, but your mouth was void of any and all words as you answered him with a kiss, hoping for it to say everything you thought Taehyung deserved to hear.

The kisses grew more heated and emotions became intertwined and there was a small voice eating away at the back of your mind telling you that you didn’t deserve this, that you didn’t deserve him. Even as the two of you found yourself in Taehyung’s bedroom, laid out on his bed, the voice persisted, silenced only by the sound of Taehyung speaking suddenly.

“Is this okay? For me to kiss you like this?” Taehyung asked, breathing heavy as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip nervously.

You fought back the blush that wanted to make its way onto your skin, the question catching you off guard as there wasn’t any need for it in the first place. You wanted Taehyung to do far more than just kiss you. Taehyung had you pinned underneath him, your legs parted by his thigh as he hovered over you, and you were alight with an insatiable need for him.

Your fingers found his glasses; they were struggling to hold onto his face as he stared down at you. Gently, you took them off, chest tightening as Taehyung’s eyes widened at your action.

“Taehyung.” You cooed, eyes flickering to his lips. You wondered if their red color mirrored yours right now.

Taehyung wanted so badly to kiss you again but the last thing he wanted to do was to push things in a direction you weren’t comfortable with.

“Yeah?”

“Touch me, please.” You murmured, causing Taehyung’s heart – among other parts of him – to stir.

A small sound of surprised content escaped you as Taehyung’s mouth found your neck, wasting little time as he began to bruise the delicate skin there. He wasn’t being nearly as gentle as you imagined he would, taking your skin between his teeth before soothing over the bite with a soft flick of his tongue before moving to another spot.

His fingertips were running up and down your sides frustratingly; it was a side of Taehyung you had never seen and it excited you to no end, small whimpers and sighs falling from you.

Taehyung was in absolute bliss– he had the girl he had been in love with for years laid out underneath him, panting his name as he marking you as his, loving the way your hips were rutting up, not so subtly trying to grind against his thigh.

He felt it too, of course; the strain of his aching cock pressing against his pants becoming harder and harder to ignore, and before he could think to ask, he moved between your legs, urging your skirt up to your waist so that he could grind into you.

A low grunt left his mouth as he began to rock into you, your soft whines only edging him on. But he knew there were far too many layers separating the two of you.

“Why don’t… Why don’t you go ahead and take some clothes off?” Taehyung suggested, slightly caught up in the feeling of your legs tightening around his hips.

You let out a small huff, not because you didn’t like the idea but because he had stilled his motions. As lovely as the friction was, it wasn’t nearly enough to get you where you wanted. You sat back up on your elbows.

“Should I leave the yellow stockings on for nostalgia’s sake?” You joked dryly. You hadn’t meant it seriously, of course, you were hoping to elicit a laugh from Taehyung but to your surprise, his response was anything but humorous.

His palm came down onto your covered thigh, moving forward to bring his mouth to your ear.

“Unless you want a few new rips in them, I’d suggest you take them off as well.” He hummed darkly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

A grin found Taehyung’s face as he leaned back away from you, watching as your expression fell into one of surprise, clearly not expecting such a forward statement from him.

Flustered, you began to undress clumsily, struggling to do so as the feeling of Taehyung pressing kisses against your jaw was incredibly distracting.

Where the hell did this surge of confident from Taehyung come from and why the hell was it so hot?

The second you finally freed yourself from your garments, you threw a leg over his lap, forcing him back down onto the bed.

Your fingers found his shirt without so much as a second thought, undoing the buttons of his shirt as you began to trail hot kisses down his chest. A low sound emerged from Taehyung’s chest and if you had any shame whatsoever, you might have felt embarrassment as the sound caused your panties to dampen.

His skin was soft and you let your tongue trace the ridges of his abdomen. You imagined you might have stopped to press some more permanent marks on his skin if you didn’t have another destination in mind, hand slipping down further and further.

For the second time today, Taehyung wondered if dreaming; you were sat up on his lap in nothing but your panties, lips parted as you tried to catch your breath, hand rubbing over Taehyung’s clothed cock lightly.

Taehyung let out a groan, causing you to smirk.

“Poor, Blondie. Bet you’re dying to get out of these pants, huh?” You teased, applying more pressure to your touch.

“Fuck, Y/N. You really are such a tease.” Taehyung hissed, thrusting up to meet your touch.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You replied innocently, cocking your head one side to truly sell the act.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna give you five seconds to stop that little game you’re trying to play with me and lay back down on the bed.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’m going to cum in my pants and, fuck, I’d really much rather cum inside of you.”

You paused your actions begrudgingly, realizing you also would rather him cum inside you. You crawled off him and laid back beside him as instructed.

“Good girl.” He praised, kissing one of your bare breasts, causing you to whine. “Why don’t you let me play with you now, hm?”

One of Taehyung’s hands was quick to make its way between your legs, wasting no time to drag this out any longer.

“Oh, fuck.” He hissed, middle fingering running up and down your clothed slit. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his actions earning him a sharp inhale of his name.

“Sweetheart, you’re so wet.” Taehyung cooed. “We only just started too.”

“D-Don’t tease me.” Your voiced hiccuped slightly as the tip of his finger found your clit, rubbing at the swollen pearl lightly. Taehyung laughed, pressing a peck against your bottom lip that was jutting out slightly.

You took advantage of the moment immediately, hand reaching out to slip into Taehyung’s hair so you could deepen the kiss. You could feel him smile into the kiss, clearly pleased with how desperate you were for him.

The feeling of one of Taehyung’s long fingers sinking into you caused you to grasp, pulling away from the kiss as his fingers ministrations began to occupy all your attention.

Taehyung admired you from his spot beside you, watching the way your face scrunched up and you threw your head back as one finger became two.

“You’re so pretty like this, baby.” He found himself purring into your ear, head too clouded with the sounds of your moans to hold himself back.

“God, I... fuck.” Was your intelligent response, hand clasped around his wrist as his motions began to quicken.

Your thighs were beginning to shake, the obscene sound of Taehyung’s fingers entering your wet pussy filling the room.

A particularly hard rub against your clit sent out a chirp of his name, pulling Taehyung away from your breasts, where he had temporarily fixed his attention.

“You need something?” He teased, flicking his tongue against your nipple frustratingly.

You let out a groan, sending Taehyung a glare as a sharp wave of pleasure ran through you, causing your spine to arch.

And just like that, his fingers were pulled off you, evoking a small cry of disappointment from your lips. The kiss that followed, however, was enough to silence your protest, Taehyung moving to rest in between your hips again, only this time, he fumbled to take off his jeans.

“I’m going to make love to you, sweet girl. Is that okay?” He asked as he freed himself of his garments.

Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, swollen and red-tipped, and you nearly begged for him to fuck you right then and there.

You nodded eagerly, eyes still fixated on Taehyung’s newly revealed state. You bit down on your bottom lip, insides fluttering with desire as Taehyung adjusted himself, rubbing the length of his cock against your sopping center.

A small cry left your lips as he finally entered you and Taehyung knew he was absolutely ruined, wrecked by the way your warm, velvet walls wrapped around him.

“F-Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Taehyung was absolutely beside himself as he began to rock into you, moaning as you took every inch of him, profanities spilling from your swollen lips.

You jolted as his thumb found your clit, clearly set on getting you to cum.

“That feel good?” He hummed, pressing a kiss to your collarbone cheekily.

Your eyes were shut, overwhelmed by the feeling of Taehyung filling you, bringing you closer and closer to your climax with every rock of his hips and fingers.

“So... ah, so good.” You whimpered, voice trembling as you tried to meet every one of Taehyung’s thrusts.

Taehyung was close to his own release, balls tightening as he relished in how well you took his cock and how pretty his name sounded falling off your tongue like that. You were so beautiful– your chest and neck glistening lightly with sweat, breathing labored as you entirely lost yourself in the sensations being sent your way.

“Taehyung, I–”

Your sentence was cut short as your orgasm washed over you, a broken whine leaving your lips. Taehyung hardly had time to admire the lovely way your body was shuddering in pleasure when his own orgasm hit him, your walls tightened around him as he coated your walls with hot spurts of cum.

Tangled sounds of pants and whimpers fell between the two of you as you both came down from your highs.

“You okay?” Taehyung spoke finally as he pulled out of you.

You let out a sigh at the feeling, suddenly empty. You offered a nod in response, not trust your voice to respond to him verbally. Taehyung laid down beside you, gesturing for you to come closer; the cold of his room had suddenly caught up with you both as you huddled into one another for warmth.

Your head found itself on Taehyung’s chest, listening to the way his breathing evened out with post-coital bliss.

His fingertips were running along the length of your bare arm as the two of you lay there, causing light goosebumps to pull at your skin.

“What are you thinking about?” Taehyung said suddenly, sensing the melancholy that lingered in the air.

You didn't respond immediately, taking a few moments to yourself before pulling yourself up to face Taehyung.

"I was thinking about my family and how they'd react if I told them about us." You admitted.

"My parents would be thrilled. Both of them. Dad has always seen you like a second son and if my mom were twenty years younger, she would've snatched you up herself."

Taehyung let out a contemplative hum, "And Jungkook?"

It was the question that was weighing on both your minds. There was a small prickling feeling of guilt there as if the two of you were doing something behind his back, even though he was gone.

"I'm not sure."

“I think Jungkook would kill me if he knew I slept with you.” Taehyung admitted honestly, his frows furrowing ever so slightly.

“Probably.” You nodded before pausing. “But he would’ve forgiven you.”

“You think?”

“Are you kidding? You were his favorite person, he never shut up about you.” You chuckled, laying back down beside him.

“You’re a good guy, Blondie. I think that’s why he liked you so much. Everything became so bad so quickly but you stayed good. You never left his side. You always had his best interests in mind, even when he didn’t deserve it.” You yawned, pulling the blanket up to your chin.

Suddenly, Taehyung’s expression fell into an unreadable one, the room’s atmosphere growing heavy as his aura suddenly darkened. Your eyes ran down his profile as he stared off across the room, clearly deep in thought.

“I knew.” He said finally, voice small.

“You knew what?”

“The drugs. I knew.” He clarified, turning his head towards you.

“I didn’t know exactly what he was using but I knew something was wrong. And I didn’t say anything. I hate myself every day for nothing saying something.” Taehyung confided solemnly.

You turned away towards him, silence fell over the two of you. You didn't know what to say– the idea that Taehyung wasn't this perfect, happy human completely throwing you off guard. Not once did you think to consider how Taehyung had dealt and continued to deal with the death of his best friend. You contemplated his words for a moment.

Shifting slightly, you moved further down the bed, letting your head rest on his chest once again.

“How do you live with yourself?”

Your question wasn’t malicious in any sense. No. It was pure, unadulterated curiosity that prompted it and Taehyung was felt a quiet feeling of relief in that fact that you hadn't dwelled on his confession any further than needed. You held no judgment in your tone, but rather a desire to understand, undoubtedly stemming from the need to replicate the answer for yourself.

“I learned to forgive myself.” He said before pausing.

“I learned to forgive him.” He added after a moment of silent contemplation.

You frowned, letting your eyelids fall shut.

"I can't. Not yet, at least." You confessed wistfully.

Taehyung let out a hum, "That's okay. I didn't know at first."

“So what did you do before you found yourself at that point?”

You could hear Taehyung's sigh through his chest, it was soft and reverberated lowly.

“I looked for the things that made me happy. The music, the people– you just gotta keep on keepin’ on. It'll start to hurt a little bit less every day until one day you'll wake up to find that the good outweighs the bad.”

"You're a good." You said suddenly, catching Taehyung by surprise.

"Huh?"

You lifted your head, turning it so that you could face him.

"The bad is heavy and it hurts but... you're definitely a good." You murmured gently. "You're my good, Blondie."

Taehyung didn't care that he was blushing or that you could probably feel the way his heart rate had spiked because, as you leaned over to kiss him, all he could find himself caring about was the fact that he was your good and that you were his too.

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"You're a sneaky little minx, you know that, right? I gave in that time but now I seriously have to go." Taehyung sighed, causing you to frown.

Taehyung had been taking a shower, on his way to get ready for his morning shift at Rose's when a certain someone slipping into his shower had extended his time spent in there tenfold, unable to resist your advances.

The two of you were in towels now; your fooling around in the shower now over.

"Nooo." You whined. "Stay."

You had pulled Taehyung into an embrace, your arms snaking around his waist as you propped up onto your toes and pressed kisses onto his collar bone.

The nature of the kisses seemed harmless, but with the way two of you had spent all night, and now morning, Taehyung knew that things would only escalate from here.

"As much as I'd love to make love to you all day, I'm needed at the record shop." He stated decidedly, causing you to pull your mouth away from his skin.

"Can you call in sick?" You moped childishly. Taehyung shook his head no, chuckling as he leaned over to place a chaste kiss against your mouth.

"Seven years, Blondie! We were robbed of seven years together. We deserve to be going at it like rabbits." You looked up at him through your lashes, a sour pout on your lips.

The blond boy let out an abrupt laugh as if he wasn't expecting those words to leave your mouth.

"So dramatic." He hummed teasingly.

Despite his words, the truth was he couldn't agree more and if it weren't his moral obligation to his job, then he would gladly spend the day with you in bed.

You tilted your head in contemplation, "Has it not been seven years since you first started liking me?"

You felt Taehyung physically stiffen against you, and it suddenly occurred to you that Taehyung was still under the impression that you had no idea about his childhood crush on you.

"You knew?!" Taehyung gaped, mouth falling ajar slightly.

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Of course I knew."

"Wha– How? For how long?" Taehyung pressed, voice rising in pitch. You tried your hardest to suppress your amused smile, enjoying the way he was growing increasingly flustered.

"Well... you trying to kiss me in Jungkook's room was a huge giveaway," You laughed, "but I think I figured it out when you talked about the purple streaks I put in my hair."

At your confession, Taehyung frowned, clearly not understanding. You pulled away from him, letting out a sigh as you accepted the fact that you weren't going to convince Taehyung not to go to work any time soon.

"You told me Jungkook liked my purple hair."

Taehyung paused for a moment, digesting your words. He nodded slowly; it was a lie he had told you in an attempt to comfort you. He should have figured it would come back to bite him in the ass.

"... Yeah?"

"I dyed my hair after he died." You revealed, leaning back against the bathroom sink.

Taehyung thought back to Jungkook's funeral, trying to make sense of where his memories had gotten muddled.

You were right, of course.

Your entire family was dressed in all black, as were you. But sprinkled throughout your hair were bright streaks of indigo, contrasting almost purposely against the dark and gloomy day. Taehyung remembered thinking it suited you; the color was just as vibrant as you were, even if you remained silent and solemn the entire time.

"I dyed it the night before Jungkook’s funeral actually. I couldn’t fall asleep so my mom went out with me to buy the supplies and she helped me do it. It was a nice distraction for both of us." You remembered, your expression slightly melancholic. "Jungkook never got to see my hair. But you did.”

Taehyung's cheeks grew pink. "Not everything I told you was a lie. Everything I said before that really was Jungkook."

You nodded, a small smile visible, "Thank you for that by the way. Whether it was you or Jungkook saying those things, it meant a lot."

The corner of Taehyung's lips curled upwards.

"What about when we were younger? Did you know I liked you back then?" He wondered innocently.

"Thinking back on it now, it was kind of obvious that you did but I think I was too concerned with feelings for you to notice." You admitted through a laugh.

"So, you did have a crush on me?" Taehyung asked, a wide smile of disbelief growing on his face. You nodded shyly.

“You think I bugged you guys for all those years because I enjoyed Jungkook telling me to fuck off?” You grinned lightly. “I did it because I wanted to spend time with you.”

"I still do." You reminded him of the conversation's previous topic, pointing a finger against his naked chest.

Taehyung was absolutely buzzing, his chest full of pride at knowing that you had liked him all this time. If there were a cloud higher than cloud nine then he'd be on it– Hell, he'd be king of it.

Suddenly, the gravity beneath your feet shifted as you were scooped up in Taehyung's arms, a loud squeal of surprise leaving you.

"What are you doing?!" You laughed, arms scrambling to better hold onto Taehyung in case he accidentally dropped you.

"Screw work, I'm about to make your teenage dreams are coming true, baby." He grinned cheesily as he laid you back down onto his bed, laughter all but breaking the kisses the two of you began to exchange.

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“Are you okay?” Taehyung spoke finally.

You bit down onto your lip, contemplating your next words carefully.

“I feel dumb.”

Taehyung let out a sigh, “Y/N…”

“Sorry, sorry. I just… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” You replied, causing him to shrug.

“Just do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Your hands found one another as you let those words sink in for a moment before nodding, ultimately sinking down onto your knees, the damp grass wetting the knees of your jeans.

“Hey, shrimp brain.” You began cautiously.

The headstone you spoke to was a light grey. Granite. There was a toss-up between granite and marble but you remembered that your parents had decided on granite.

“It’s, uh, me. I’m sorry we haven’t... talked." You frowned, still unfamiliar with the idea of talking to your dead brother's headstone.

It was actually your idea, but if it weren't for Taehyung's reassurance – and car – you would have never actually made it here.

Part of you feared that this was a mistake, some useless waste of time, but the larger part of you knew this was something you needed to do. Something you should have done a long time ago.

"I’m sorry for a lot of things actually.” You began, fingers intertwining themselves.

Laid out in front of the tombstone were a bunch of wilting flowers, undoubtedly placed there by your mother. They were sad to look at and you knew that in just a few days they would be replaced with new ones, but you couldn't help but feel Jungkook would've liked them this way. Taehyung thought so too, noting it complimented Jungkook's fashion sense as a teenager.

“Blondie and I are together now. And before you freak out, you should know that I’ve always liked him. I sometimes kinda feel like you already knew that but yeah. I hope you’re okay with that because he makes me really happy." You found yourself smiling before continuing. "I hope you're happy and blasting Jimi Hendrix... wherever you are.”

Suddenly, you felt a wave of emotion roll over you, taking you by surprise. It wasn't any kind of overwhelming anger or sadness like you usually felt, but just a slow melancholy, the kind that brought tears to your eyes but still let you hold onto your breathing.

“I know being sappy was never really our thing but I just wanted to say... that I miss you. And I love you. I’m sorry I never told you that while you were still around.”

A few moments of silence ticked by, filled only by the occasional chirp of a nearby bird, sat somewhere in one of the trees in the cemetery.

Taehyung watched as your frame began to shake slightly, placing a hand on your shoulder as he kneed down beside you.

“You’re okay. You’re doing great.” He cooed, his presence along helping to calm you down.

You sniffed, wiping your cheek dry with the back of your sleeve.

“But yeah. I hope you don’t mind if I swing by more often to bug you with some more one-sided conversations. Gotta uphold my title as the annoying little sister, after all.”

Taehyung let out a chuckle from beside you and that was all the reassurance you needed.

“I guess I’ll see ya later, shrimp brain.” You concluded finally, letting out a breath as you pushed yourself off your knees and back onto your feet.

Taehyung followed suit, eyes fixated on his best friend's gravestone.

"You really think he knew we liked each other?" He mused lightly.

"Going by what my mom said when I told her we were dating, literally everyone knew we liked each other." You laughed bitterly.

"Everyone but us, I guess." The blond boy laughed.

The sun had shifted its way behind a passing cloud then, and you couldn’t help but miss the warm feeling of it against your skin.

"What a bummer." You sighed, looking down at your brother's final resting place.

Taehyung tucked a hand into his pocket, watching the way you were standing beside him silently. He had a feeling that your words weren't just in regards to you and him anymore.

You heard the grass crunch as Taehyung moved, walking to stand behind you.

“It's not all bad."

You raised an eyebrow, opening your mouth to ask what he meant when you felt the weight on his chin rest against your shoulder.

"We found each other in the end." He said softly, causing your chest to tighten.

Because you too knew that this wasn't just about the two of you. Because although you had lost your brother, every day that you spent with Taehyung made me feel closer to your brother than you had ever been. The two of you would exchange memories of him, some of which you didn't even remember and some of which felt unimportant back then, but now brought you comfort. Sure, neither of you had a full picture of who Jungkook really was, but the pieces he had left behind finally made sense now that the two of you could hold them up beside one another.

And as Taehyung wrapped his arms around you, you let yourself sink back into his chest, for once not worried about feeling small or vulnerable.

"Yeah." You agreed, cheeks warm. "I guess we did."

#taehyung smut #bts smut #bts #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #bangtan smut #bts preferences #bts scenarios #bts imagines #yoongi smut #jungkook smut #jimin smut #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #seokjin smut #jin smut #rm smut #bts fan fic #taehyung x reader #tae x reader #taehyung fluff #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts hoseok #bts yoongi #bts seokjin #bts namjoon #tae smut

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

Me again.. what if.. ur in a bar with Din & Cara. Sitting in between them. While they're casually discussing over your head what they're gonna do w/ u later. Not loud enough for anybody else to hear, but... almost. It's a concern. Maybe one of them's got a hand clamped onto your inner thigh. Pinkie finger not quiiite pressing against u. Squeezes every time u move. & u just gotta... sit there. Order the drinks when the server comes. Not vibrate outta yr skin or melt or whine. Be A Normal Person.

Ok so every time I sat down to respond to this I kept getting distracted for some reason... curious. Lol

The first time that they had done that, this talking about what happened in Din’s cabin, out loud, in public, just right there where anyone could hear, you turned a bright red and tried talking loudly over them. About anything. “Oh look what a pretty tree!” “Oh my, I think it might rain today!” That turned out to be counter productive as Cara just asked Din, louder than your inane chatter, “how long do you think she can sit on your cock without cuming?” and Din had the gall to answer her, volume also rising. You’ve since learned to just sit there and hope to the Maker that none of the alien species that might be surrounding you have super hearing or something.

They clearly knew it made you uncomfortable. But they kept doing it anyways. They enjoyed the foreplay between themselves and what’s more, they knew that half of the reason why it made you squirm to hear in as much detail as they could come up with exactly what they planned on doing to you once they’d picked up this bounty and headed out of town was that you enjoyed it as well. Every word conjured a corresponding image in your head that sent wave after wave of heat into your belly, shocks that went down your nerves and straight into your cunt.

Din and Cara weren’t totally unsympathetic to your unease though, they weren’t monsters. Right at this moment you could feel the warmth of Din’s large palm beneath that soft leather he encased it in sitting on your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles almost absent mindedly as he sat on the bench next to you, facing you and Cara, discussing once again how best to tear you apart when they got back to the Razor Crest. Cara sat on your other side, also turned in her seat to face him, one arm casually resting on the table in front of you, the other draped across the bench behind your head, graceful fingers, free from her own gloves for once, carding through the short hair on the back of your skull. Every few strokes her nails would scratch against your scalp and the feeling had relaxed you enough that you had almost stopped caring that anyone who walked close enough could hear that Din thought they could drag seven orgasms out of you tonight- in honor of how many weeks they had been sharing your bed.

Until suddenly, in the midst of your newfound tranquility, you felt Din’s hand slide up from its position resting low on your thigh, almost at your knee, to much, much higher on your leg. He gave your leg a little squeeze and kept talking to Cara, who’s laughing dark eyes flicked down to your lap to observe the motion before returning to his visor. Din’s thumb continued to trace its small circles, but this time, every revolution of that thick digit brought it within a hairsbeadth of your hot core. You gasped and reached down, intending to move his hand back to your knee, when Cara casually slipped the hand that had been resting on the table into your lap to retrieve both of yours and bring them back up. It was clear you weren’t going to find an ally there.

Din’s thumb kept rubbing harder and harder with every pass against your clit, and finally you couldn’t hold back the low groan you had been trying to suppress. Without breaking her train of thought, Cara pinched your ear with an order of “quiet”, and resumed her conversation as Din continued to take you apart, here, in the back corner of this dirty cantina as you three waited for your bounty to appear. You squirmed, face heating, feeling sweat gather between your shoulder baldes and behind your knees. You looked around wildly, surely someone here had noticed what was going on, they have to stop this, you can’t handle holding still and quiet for another second, if only Din would press a little harder just right there-

#ask and ye shall recieve

[hazelandglasz]

klaine, “we work out at the same gym and you always look super legit but i know you sing hannah montana in the shower and you know i know” au heehee

On AO3

There are a lot of reasons why Kurt goes to this particular gym.

One: it’s two minutes away from work, which means he has no excuse not to go before going home.

Two: all things considered, it’s fairly cheap.

Three: there are no mirrors in that gym, except in the changing rooms, so there are no possibilities for some hunks to just flex and admire themselves.

Four (last but not least): the Super Legit Cutie.

SLC is just another patron of the club, one who happens to visit the gym around the same time as Kurt.

Who appears to be around his age.

Who is, as the moniker would suggest, very, very cute, unbearably so even, and doesn’t look out of place on the different machines he uses with an ease Kurt can only envy from afar while he sweats his cheesecakes away on the rowing machine and the treadmill.

Every now and then, they run side by side. The first time it happened, Kurt nearly had to save his neck from breaking because he stopped running, jaw dropping, at the way SLC’s thighs looked in motion in his teeny, tiny green shorts.

Dear Lord on a cracker, these shorts are s-i-n-f-u-l, accent on the full.

Between the shorts, the ease with the machines and the rocking body, SLC is what one could call a Gym Bunny if one was into that sort of name calling.

(Kurt, it seems, is one such individual, given the right amount of alcohol.)

Except for one little bit of information that Kurt treasures like a well-curated McQueen accessory.

See, most of the Gym Bunnies have one thing in common: even without the mirrors, they like to posture as Alpha Males, testosterone-vaganza, my muscles have muscles, etc.

True, SLC is more on the compact size, but his muscles cannot be denied--did Kurt mention the Thighs? Yes, they deserve their capital letters.

(And their own altar of worship, Kurt volunteers his bed as tribute to their grandeur.)

As gay as he may be, SLC does follow that pattern of looking, well, extra-manly.

But.

But Kurt caught him off-guard in the showers--okay, that sounds even worse outloud than it did in his head, rewind.

But Kurt heard something in the showers that made him reconsider the whole Gym Bunny scenario.

One evening, Kurt was already exhausted by his long day and he decided to cut his training session short--45 minutes was more than enough, right, especially after a day of getting yelled at for no good reason by an incredibly annoying customer and then missing the last slice of pizza and having to deal with the rest of his day with a plate of grated carrots.

Healthy, sure, but at what cost?

Anyway.

Cutting his training session short brought him back to the changing room sooner than usual--which means Kurt ended up in the changing room before the big rush of late comers, regular leavers.

Right in time for SLC’s post-training shower.

And that’s how Kurt heard him sing.

For starters, there is the fact that prior to that moment, Kurt had never heard the man’s voice, and what a shame it was. SLC sounded like a smooth singer, with just a little raspiness to make it interesting.

And then.

Then.

Then.

There is the choice of song itself.

“No way to know for sure

I’ll figure out a cure

I’m patchin’ up the holes …”

Kurt had to pause in his tracks. Hannah Montana? Really?

Not that there's anything wrong with Miley Cyrus earlier body of work, of course. It’s just so unexpected in his present environment …

“Nobody’s perfect, oohoo

I gotta work iii-iit

Again and again till I get it ri-iight…”

Kurt can only applaud SLC for his commitment to the song. If anything, he’s a dedicated performer and Kurt salutes him.

Besides, there is something in this choice of song that tugs on Kurt’s heartstrings.

A vulnerability, almost, and a desire for growth and change with which he can relate.

Kurt loses himself in his thoughts, in his wishes to find a kindred spirit, in his regrets about high school.

“And if I’m messing up sometimes, heey,

Nobody’s p--oh, hello?”

Kurt looks up in alarm and finds himself face to face with a towel-clad SLC.

A towel, and nothing else.

Sweet rollerblading Jesus.

Kurt would like to thank the goblin in a teapot on the Moon for the opportunity to be blessed with such a vision.

“H-hi.”

SLC is clutching his towel--wise move, hombre--and looks hesitant. Probably because Kurt is staring and has not said a word, like the world’s biggest creep.

“Hi!” Kurt scrambles to stand on his feet, thanking whomever is to be thanked for wearing a not totally atrocious outfit today of all days. “I--sorry, I was just--”

“No worries, no worries.” SLC rubs the back of his neck which has turned an alarming shade of red. “I wasn’t sure what you were doing here, I’m usually, well, usually alone this time of the afternoon.”

“I wasn’t stalking you.”

A frown appears on SLC’s face. “I didn’t say or think you were--should I?”

“N-no, no, just a coincidence.”

“A happy one, then.” SLC takes the couple of steps separating him from Kurt and holds his free hand. “I’ve meant to introduce myself for a while now. I’m Blaine.”

Kurt blinks, and blinks again, before shaking Blaine’s hand. “K-Kurt.”

“Nice to meet you Kurt.”

The smile on Blaine’s face is boyish and small and adorable. Kurt can feel his own cheeks stretched by a smile of his own, and he can only hope that it doesn’t bare a resemblance to the expression on Mowgli’s face in the Jungle Book.

Then something Blaine just said finally registers and is processed.

“What do you mean, you wanted to introduce yourself for a while?”

The flush on Blaine’s skin intensifies. “I mean--I’ve seen you. Around.” Blaine steps back to his locker, hiding his face in his belongings. “Around the gym, you know.”

“For a while.” Somehow, Blaine’s embarrassment makes him more approachable, and Kurt doesn’t feel as awkward as he previously did. ‘Who’s the stalker now?”

Blaine snorts and looks at Kurt over his shoulder. “Not a stalker either,” he says, his smile visible in the crinkles around his eyes. “Scout’s honor.”

Kurt cannot stop smiling. He turns to his own locker, fishing his shoes and bag. “Were you really a scout?”

“I could tell you all the tales of summer camps adventures around a cup of coffee?”

Kurt is 99% sure there is steam coming out of his ears. “Uh?”

Blaine pulls on a t-shirt--thank God, Kurt needs his brain okay--and cocks his head to the side. “If you’re free, maybe we could grab a cup of coffee, I would tell you all about being a boy scout in the middle of Ohio and you can tell me more about yourself, confirm a theory of mine.”

Kurt considers it. He is still tired, sure, but this is a far better prospect for his evening than the rerun of Project Runway and the industrial ramen waiting for him at home.

“Deal,” he finally replies. “If by coffee you mean pizza.”

“Of course.”

“And if you explain your choice of shower song.”

Blaine’s cheeks turn a tender shade of pink. “Of course.”

“Then lead the way, oh rockstar.”

Blaine smiles and shoulders his bag. That’s when Kurt finally pays attention to his outfit.

Gym attire Blaine was hot and legit, sure, a true Gym Bunny.

Civilian attire Blaine?

Preppy and Brooks Brothers material and Kurt wants to tear that bowtie off with his teeth.

“Come on,” Blaine says, “I know where to get the best pizza in the city.”

(Not that evening,, but a couple of pizza-coffee dates later, Kurt gets his wish.)

#Anonymous #sometimes i write #klaine au #gym bunnies #fluff #slightly cracky i guess

[redemptionbaby]

On the topic of a shy reader, how about a follow up low honor Arthur smut for the meek little reader?

So I’ve been stewing over this for a while, and I decided I’m gonna give u guys what I have instead of just like making you wait 10 million years for me to finish it lol so here is PART 2

Arthur rode briskly yet casually back into camp, freshly bathed and feeling smug. He could already spot you easily, sitting on the grass near to his tent but not quite near enough that someone looking on could make a connection. You seemed to be watching the ground intently, though whether there was actually something to watch or you were just lost in thought, he didn’t know. But he liked to think that you were absorbed in your thoughts of what could happen tonight, if you let it.

You were so entranced that he was able to approach you without you noticing, just as he had this morning. As he drew nearer he saw you crush a biscuit in your hand and gently empty your hand onto the ground. His one-track mind was easily diverted, and Arthur suddenly found himself curious as to what you were doing. He eclipsed enough of the setting sun to cast a recognizable shadow, and you turned your head to look at the source, though briefly. You had known by now that if Arthur has something to say, he’s say it whether or not you looked at him. Meanwhile, Arthur looked just past you to the ground, observing the steady line of ants carrying the crumbs from the biscuit you’d ground up earlier, their little black abdomens just barely visible in the evening light.

“You uh, feedin’ the ants there?” Were you just that considerate of every little thing? Is that why you cared so much about a cutthroat asshole like him?

“Yeah. Jack accidentally stepped on their hill earlier. I… I felt bad, so I– I thought I’d try to help them…” You spoke quietly and trailed off, as if you were hoping he didn’t hear you, even though you oughta know by now that he hangs on your every word whenever he has the pleasure of speaking to you. And he felt his heart skip almost uncharacteristically, as if you’d just told him a filthy secret. You looked to him for a few moments after speaking, before quickly realizing what you had been doing and turning back to your little charity cases, while Arthur feebly attempted to put what he was thinking into coherent words.

“Y’know darlin’, earlier I said I thought I loved you,” he can see your shoulders tense, and he attempts to continue quickly, so as not to frighten you with his usual mischievous countenance. “But now I know I love you. Will you have me?”

He leans down and offers a hand to you, and though the physical gesture is one of offering, his eyes are nothing short of desperate pleading. Like he’s so completely and utterly possessed by you, that a refusal would just snap his heart in two. Luckily for him, you’ll do no such thing.

Though Arthur has the intense urge to snap his grip closed when you place your hand in his, he waits. He waits for you to be the one to grab onto him before he grabs you back and pulls you up and along to his tent before drawing the flaps for a bit of privacy. Not that there’s a great need for privacy, as it’s currently the particular quiet twilight hour in which most are content to be off by themselves rather than anything else.

You’re almost hastily guided to the cot, Arthur seeming to forget himself and the occasion in his eagerness. He waits to see you relax before he slowly moves in to kiss you, careful to leave plenty of time for you to pull yourself away. He had quite a few kisses in his youth, some not appropriate for company, but this was undoubtedly the most satisfying he’d had in his life. Simple, yet so wholly indicative of your character– hesitant and soft, with all the care and consideration in the world. Arthur wondered if you’d ever kissed anyone at all before now, but the query left him quickly as he realized it didn’t matter, even if you had he’d still be your first in many other respects. He remembers your nature and slows his thoughts and actions, unwilling to risk compromising your comfort.

“Want you to know that we don’t gotta go further, not tonight, not ever if you don’t wanna. I’ll still love you, you don’t gotta be afraid of refusin’ me, hun.” Arthur steels himself to receive your reply, confident he’d done the right thing for once. He watches intently as your expression softens in thought, a near uncharacteristic drop of your ever-present guard.

“I want to. I promise.”

As someone who had known you as long as he had, Arthur knew you didn’t throw around that word lightly. And maybe that was a big part of why you were seen as so shy– you never wanted to say anything you didn’t absolutely mean. So as you could guess, Arthur’s heart is melting into a dangerously sweet honey that’s dripping its way downward from his chest to his cock. You had better meant what you said, ‘cause there’d be no stoppin’ him now.

Arthur presses a gentle palm to your sternum, easing you down to lay on the cot. He peels off his gloves and throws his hat to a forgotten corner, before suddenly cupping his hands against your clothed breasts and kneading them, smirking at the way you gasp. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. With a brisk two-handed pull, buttons fly as your blouse is tugged open and your chemise is pushed up. His mouth eagerly latches onto one of your nipples, sucking and kissing your breath away. Once again, he seems to come back to himself and ease his attentions. Arthur parts from your chest, grabbing your hand to guide it to the buttons on his shirt.

Slowly and curiously you peel off his clothes, and he helps you out of yours, though he’s much more efficient in doing so. In all honesty, he wouldn’t have it any other way. The outlaw can feel himself swooning at the picture before him, naked as the day you were born and very clearly trying to be brave and keep his gaze, while your chest heaves and your eyes threaten to dart. The perfect prey, and he’d be damned if he did anything less than devour you.

#writing #drabble #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader

[suburban-satan]

shit my friends say

So I made a list of all the wild shit my friends say, started in January 2018 and still going. It's one year old I guess? Well, enjoy what I have so far!

2018 -d a d d y w i s e -well there’s chains on the ground so that must mean this was a kinky sex dungeon -GORSH MICKEY NOT MY G SPOT -I can wait until I turn 40 so I can troll Japanese Girls on roblox -what if we all looked like mike wizowski but our heads were the same size as they are now -I wanna give pot to a bird -I take pills without water -daddies cummie wummies are the best cummie wummies -enjoy your nonexistent stomach acid -cum glaze -I hope you choke on MY meat -who hasn’t been on pornhub -(wipes tears away and starts belting despacito) -MY GAY IS BEING TRIGGERED -that omelet looks delouse -is semen a liquid or solid -iTs nOt aQuaNauTs yOu uNculTurEd fOoK -vaginas are scary -what is menstruation -you should change your name to pussy something -my gay has been activated -“have you ever owned a vibrator?” “No” “would you like to rent one” -“do you like glazed or cream filled” -wHaT dOeS cUm sOuNd LiKe -he is on too much fertilizer -sometimes cum is hot I know from experience -if you jerked off at the speed of sound would your dick be on fire -I don’t have a sonic fetish -can your dick ignite because of the heat of your cock -aren’t dicks like cannons -who the fuck draws a glowing peepee on a skeleton -honey Freddy freaker is dancing in the living room -does penis smell like garlic -she don’t swallow in this household -*downloading garrison nudes* -don’t you realize that tentacle porn is just using octopus arms as a dildo -frickle my nipples -Minecraft porn consists of the male genitalia replaced with a stick -OOPSIE WOOPSIE!! Uwu We make a fucky wucky!! A wittle fucko boingo! The code monkeys at our headquarters are working VEWY HAWD to fix this! -“I’m big for an asian” -cockilicous -“His anal glands need milking” -fready flipper -FREADY FAPPER -daddy better make me choke -does Freddy freaker have a mutated alien dick -sonic breaks the sound barrier by beating his meat -the sun looks like it’s gon vore you -bootyhole exploration -is megalovania sex music -i like to drink cock -cum is just genital snot -penis musk -Shid piz and farbt -Bull + shit = sis it don’t add up -Hey don’t tell me at least once in your life you haven’t thought about being gently caressed across the genitalia by the kraken -I swallow boba like i swallow cum -I wuv fungus kun, the way he waps a awond my tosie wosies so tight! He’s gibing me a huggie!!!! Fungus kun gibes my tosies a new color too!!!! Wat a good fungus kun make my doki doki go “ UAU” heeheehee -eating banana with the banana peel -orang juce -father I want cheddar -don’t you just look at someone and think about how long their neck is -breathing is just boneless vaping -get outta here juuling criminal -yall ever succ a dick for juul pods -unironically drawing miss piggy -“Jack don’t let go 😱🤭🤭, jack sweetie 😐👀 if you let go 🙊🙈 you’re weave 🙀🙀 gone 😇😘💅” -I've been watching spooky movies for 5 hour -omg it’s daddy sans undertaker!!! -bröther -I ate my sister -are you'd's't've kidding me? -oh youtube please don't show me the shrek movies rn -My brother is calling me out on the family group chat for eating a bowl of peanut butter -Hamilton is best girl -get outta here you fuckin loyalist -what doesn’t cum have -drink flex seal and you won’t have to worry about a marriage -I feel water. -“Superfood or supergross? Is Sperm good?” -coochie hands gucci bands -just imagine trying to cast a spell and then you get disturbed by a banjo -toto africa is sex music now and everytime they say rain it’s just cum -y'all ever burp in your mouth and exhale it through your nose like a vaper -how dare them make my green senpai an honorable member of society -If you didn’t search big boobs video on google at least once are you really a Gen Z kid????? -laugh pussies -i’m watching the history of japan on pornhub -we have the same name because we are secretly the same person -what if you eat your phone and it’s all in your tummy -why would you ever think i’m not serious all the time you silly dragon but we’re both (my name) so we can be the silly dragon together -why would you wash your face before you go to bed when your tears wash it off for you *wooshing noises* -I want to drive a bus because I like busses -my shoe broke -why does everyone talk about the drugs i’m eating -i’m going to break her because she’s talking about smoking cocaine and I don’t like drugs -(stage whisper) metal heads live among us but we don’t know because they look like normal people -oh bye mr music teacher -the pussy? designer. cucci, if you will. -DID I HEAR S A N S P O R N -"i'm about to nay nay on your dead fucking corpse" -alert alert the toes are coming -you got a fucking problem with my 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐬? -imagine using an oven for something designed for a microwave this post was made by the doesnt have much motivation gang -Please take my Minnesotan snow Wait that sounds like Minnesotan cocaine -when you funny scream -"dating the Bill of Rights for fun" is now exactly how I'm going to describe my hyperfixations -the penguin  from fruit loops is a twink (bitch its a toucan) -if white cheese exists is there black cheese -What’s rosum opossum -whale cum -dicko mode -(GETTIN SOME CHRISTMAS SPIRIT UP IN THAT PUSS) -pennies more like penis amirite -It’s Sunday don’t forget to squeeze cheese on the cat -the grinch is dr seuss’s fursona -everyone is gangster until the trees start speaking vietnamese -big chungus is my dad -“if the apocalypse happened what would you do” “eat bees” -I'm tired as fuck but I gotta wait until it's 4:20 to go to bed -mom: you need to be reasonable and wait two hours before having another brownie me, stuffing my mouth full of brownie: br o w n y s -This honey in whole foods is in fucking comic sans -it's more likely that I'll guess someone is gay before I remember the existence of women -im gonna say it again for the people in the back:

i eat bees -Thanos penis, it's actually called a thenis -yort -uwu its the mowst thorstiewst time of the yeaw uwu -It is I Teh gromc -The gronk is here to say eat all the dish soap in the house -the grinch but he's wearing crocs the entire time -answer my question or else i will establish sans porn -You make him doki doki uwaaaaa!!!! -birdbox but all the bird sounds are replaced by cardi b noises -THE GROMPK IS TOO POWERFUL -consume ocean sauce -square up in judge judys court -half consumes ocean sauce -ice juce -frick stick -you guys wanna read undertale fanfiction     -2019- -it might be 2019 but thats not gonna stop me from terrorizing my family's groupchat -(pineapple voice) first date idea: digest eachother -Wait dennys will arrest you for doing illegal things?? -pls purify me -my toes are very succulent today -two succs having flex two succs having sex my muscles my muscles involuntarily checks -f u r r y , N a s h . -Perfect for all occasions! Spill something on your nice shirt, give a messy blowjob, and sphagetti!!! -Do you want cum on your nice shirt??? -it would be nice if i had cum on my shirt -cocc succ machine -I KNOW TONGUE JUTSU -I feel like i’m in a meat prison -hi you obese elephant -plant porn is just flowey porn -We all love the out of the box 4am messages we get -YOU LIKE SNAS PEEPEE

#shit my friends say #shitpost #please help me #sans #I guess??? #theres a lot of sans sorry #too many about peepee #enjoy #please dont be offended #bees #thanos #so sorry

[mindless-self-pudding]

Teruteru Hanamura, proprietor of the Hanamura Diner, had come to expect a lot of things from his time as a chef abroad. He expected the immediate pushback from regulars when he introduced a more Western-Japanese fusion menu to his family business, and he expected the eventual love affair that began between his customers and this new palette. From the long hours they were open, he expected decently reputable guests coming in for a quick bite when the sun was up, and expected having to chase away those that had overstayed their welcome past midnight. What Teruteru couldn't predict was being caught in the crossfire of a vampire turf war, let alone vampires existing at all. After a bloody whirlwind of a fantastical battle, he had come face to face with a group of, for lack of a better term, gangsters, soaked to the bone with gore. The first one he spoke to was the apparent leader: tall, beautiful, but devastatingly intimidating. Teruteru couldn't recall specifics of their conversation, but what he lacked in monetary payment for his rescuers he made up for with cooking. In exchange for continuous protection from any fanged onslaught, he'd provide meals for any member of the Crazy Diamonds that walked through his doors. He found himself alone one stormy night. His waitstaff had gone home, as well as the rest of his cooks. The tables were clean, the dishes were done, and the clock on the turquoise wall showed 30 past midnight; only another half hour and he'd get to leave, himself. The front door slammed open with a jingle of the bell, and Teruteru's heart sank. Legally, nobody should be allowed to enter a restaurant this close to closing! As he mustered up what little customer service charm he still had, he turned to face his guests with a grin. Who should it be but that same beautiful leader from the night of the war, bloodied, grinning, and with his arm wrapped tightly around a stranger's neck. "Owada, I told you to stop waltzing in whenever you feel like it!" Teruteru griped, "You're lucky you're so pretty, I shoulda just locked the door in front of your chiseled face." Mondo just let out a laugh that came from his gut as the person in his strong hold struggled to break free. "Don't be like that, man! We're here to celebrate!" The hunter let his companion go, who wobbled a little bit when he was allowed to grab his own footing. "Mitsuo here just took down a fang nest by himself for the first time! Thought I'd treat him to some of the finest cooking in the city as a reward." "I-it wasn't by myself, you had to help me for most of them..." "Ah, shut it. It was like with pickle jars and shit; I loosened the lid, and you opened it. Come on, you gotta be fuckin' proud of yourself!" The stranger looked just as worse for wear as he did; they were both covered in blood, and the wound on Mondo's lip was still oozing some. "If you track blood anywhere in my restaurant again, I'll make you clean it yourself." Teruteru wished he could've palled around more with his friend, but he had gotten too good of a look at the new initiate. His skin was tinted like that of a corpse, his irises were as red as beets, and he swore if he looked hard enough at his mouth, he could see sharpened canines threatening to poke through his lips. Teruteru's hand was reaching for his meat cleaver before he could think, his icy gaze never leaving the vampire. Mondo, ever more skilled in hunting than he was, immediately noticed and dove towards the counter. "Hey, hey, whoa whoa whoa, man, it's...I know how it looks." The chef could hardly believe this. The leader of the most famed hunter organization in the region, with an outspoken hatred for anything that could go bump in the night, had brought a vampire here. And he was trying to stop Teruteru from defending himself. "You brought one of those God damn monsters into my diner!!" "Teruteru, man, just lemme---" "Are you trying to kill me?! What the hell's wrong with you?!" "Lemme fuckin' explain!!!" Mondo's shout was enough to make Teruteru drop the cleaver to the floor, that and the gloved hand that was suddenly wrapped around his wrist so tightly he felt his fingers pulse. Seeing himself grabbing that hard, the hunter immediately let the absolutely stunned chef go. "Sorry, man...I didn't---..." Mondo closed his eyes and let out a huff. "This...is Mitsuo. Yeah, he's a fang, but...he's good people. The guy's been living with me for a couple months---" "You let him IN your apartment?!" "---he's cool. He won't hurt you; that's a promise between you and me, as men." With his personal honor on the table, Teruteru felt more inclined to believe Mondo. Curiosity got the better of him as he let his eyes wander back to the vampire, apparently named "Mitsuo". He looked terrified; it was strange to see a creature like him cowering in the slightest. He had no idea if that was an act, but there also wasn't any reason for him to doubt Mondo any further. "Does he...do they...eat human food?" "He goes through a jar of peanut butter in a day." Teruteru didn't have much of a choice, now, if he wanted to keep this friendship with the Diamonds. He slapped down a menu in front of Mondo and cocked his head in Mitsuo's direction. "Let him look this over. I'm assuming you just want your usual, yeah?" "Hell yeah, you're the best!" As he fired up his griddle, Teruteru threw glances back at the duo in his lobby. He saw Mondo's hand linger on the back of Mitsuo's arm for just a moment longer than necessary. He saw Mitsuo stay crowded in Mondo's space as he looked up and down the menu. When they sat down with their victory dishes, he saw their knees knock together beneath the table, either consciously or not. As they left, Mitsuo clumsily stuffing a wad of bills in their tip jar and saying, "Sorry, sorry we came so late!", Mondo's hand rested on the small of the vampire's back as he guided him outside. Teruteru watched through the window, seeing the two companions sprint under the neon light of his sign towards a motorcycle. Either one or both of them were shrieking gleefully as the rain pelted them. The chef found himself a little jealous. He knew what he was watching, and wanted to get a taste of that chemistry, whether or not the two men were aware of it. But with that jealousy came a harsh realization that made his heart sink for the second time that night. "Mondo Owada, you poor, dumb bastard..." A vampire and a hunter, tangled in a web of romance...he would be shocked if there was a hint of a happy ending to that love story. --------- oooooooooweeeeee that story is garbage probs heres some more vampire sustenance for u my head hurts its bedtime

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OCtober Day 30: Challenge

Universe: Thief AU

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Notes: Zeke belongs to @talisragnell

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Casey was sulking.  No, perhaps sulking wasn’t the right word, or at least one he’d admit to out loud.  Fuming was a better fit, at least as far as his pride was concerned.

It wasn’t that he was petty, he could admit when he was beaten and was generally a good sport about things.  He knew that the life of a thief generally meant first come first serve when it came to the things they stole.  That there was nothing keeping multiple thieves from being hired to steal the same item.

But goddamn this was starting to feel personal.

Out of the last five jobs he’d gone on, four had been interrupted by the same sassy black-haired thief.  As if it wasn’t enough to take Casey’s prize right in front of him, the bastard also had the gall to mock and flirt with the blond as he made off with it.

Not that Casey minded the flirting.  It was the excessive use of booby traps that he minded.

The door to his bar swung open and Casey forcibly shook himself out of his thoughts.  At least he could still make a living from the bar, even if a certain black-haired bastard kept stealing his targets.

Speaking of black hair, Casey raised an eyebrow as a stranger walked into the bar.  Most of the clients were regulars, considering the bar specifically catered to those who made their money in less than legal ways. Most didn’t like their peace and quiet disturbed.  Sure, every now and then a clueless pedestrian wandered in, or one of his regulars passed on the address to one of their friends, but it was still a rare enough occasion to take notice.

Then again, Casey would have taken notice of the newcomer either way.

Besides his messy black hair, the man had piercing pale blue eyes and moved with an easy confidence that was reflected in the almost smug grin on his face.  Casey studied him carefully gaze flickered over the black shirt depicting a dragon curling around his chest and well-fitting jeans.  The way he moved easily through the crowd, and the way his gaze flickered over the other patrons, told Casey he wasn’t just a lost tourist wandering in off the street.  He finished his inspection of the newcomer as he reached the bar, noting the earring and dragon tattoo that swirled down his left arm, before landing on the knife on his hip.  Good looking and well armed then.

“First time here?”  Casey asked as the man slid onto a bar stool.  Even if he knew the answer already, it was polite to ask.

The man hummed in agreement.  “Heard from a friend that this was a good place to get a drink.”

“I'd have to agree," Casey replied with a grin.  "Though considering I'm the owner I might be a tad biased."

He flashed a grin at the man.  "Name's Casey, and yours?"

The other man paused for a moment before returning the grin.  "Zeke, pleasure. "

Casey frowned slightly at the man across from him, cocking his head to the side as he studied him.  “I swear I know you from somewhere.”

Zeke glanced up, raising an eyebrow and smirking at the blond.  “Sure you’re not just mistaking me for someone else?”

There it was!  That shit eating grin!  Casey would know that expression anywhere.  It was the same expression the black haired thief had worn as he was making off with Casey’s prize.

A smirk slid across his own face and he leaned over the bar.  “I dunno, a face as pretty as yours tends to be unforgettable.”

Zeke almost choked on his drink, spluttering slightly before he regained his composure and winked at Casey.  “Fair, fair, I’m afraid you’ve got me there.”

"So, Zeke, is there a reason you've been going after my prizes the last couple months?"  Casey raised an eyebrow.

"Not really your prizes if you can't get your hands on them, are they?"  Zeke retorted, the sly grin still splitting his face.

Casey paused.  "Touche…  still, it is getting a tad annoying.  Man's gotta eat and all that."

“Fair, fair,” Zeke cocked his head to the side, drumming his fingers on the bar before a slow smile slid across his face.  Dropping his voice low, he leaned closer to Casey.  "How about a bet then?"

"A bet?"  Now this had Casey's attention.  Stealing was good and all, but nothing wet his appetite as much as a good challenge.  Then again, considering the last couple times he’d run into this black-haired bastard, he wasn’t sure he wanted to take such a bet.

"All or nothing," Zeke replied with a wink.  "We both go after the same target.  If I get it, I keep what I already have.  If you get it, I hand over the items I got to before you."

Casey’s eyes narrowed slightly.  “And how am I to know this isn’t just another one of your traps?”

He’d been caught in enough of those by accident, he would not fall face first into another.

Zeke snickered, leaning back and holding up three fingers.  “I swear to use no traps other than the ones you already know and love.  Scouts honor.”

“Somehow I doubt you were ever a scout.”  Casey weighed the options for only a moment before holding out his hand.  "But if it means a chance at seeing those pretty lips turn into a pout as I take your loot, you’ve got a deal."

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