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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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Musician!eren when you try to fake a orgasm with him

oooooh I’m so glad I scrolled back through my inbox and found this gem because ohhhh boy! 🤭 lemme tell you…I hope y’all never get tired of me writing about him because I don’t think I can.

cw: rough (lowkey angry) sex because mean eren makes me feral :(, slapping, fingering, choking, spit play, slight degradation and name calling, squirting

if it’s one thing that eren knows better than anything on this earth, even more so than music, it’s his girl’s body. Every inch, crevice, corner and curve on that beautiful frame of yours is imbedded in his brain; akin to that of the keys he presses daily. It’s like second nature to him. He knew everything that made you tick, turned you on and even what drove you mad with lust for him. So one night, when the two of you are going hot and heavy after a rather intense argument, you find out just how true that sentiment is…

“Alrighttt, fuck! You win, baby. I’m sorry—“

a seemingly helpless plea escaping your mouth as you lie flat on your back..gazing up at your boyfriend with fluttering eyes and breathy moans. You clawing ferociously at his sweat glistened, steel hard abs; a result of his new workout regimen as to prepare for his upcoming tour. Even your legs began to tremble as they hooked around his waist and your heels cling to his lower back, along with your nails clawing into his tattooed skin. His dick swollen inside of your tightness. All synonymous with the fact that you just came extremely hard for him…except, there was just one tiny problem:

“Oh trust me, princess…you’re not sorry. Not yet at least..”

the very ominous statement leaving his lips with a wide grin, which could not have spelled good news for you in the slightest. Because the truth was, he knew better than that. He knew better than to trust your little performance because he could feel firsthand that you hadn’t truly experienced the mind numbing orgasm you were trying so desperately to portray. It wasn’t for a lack of his skill, no. It had everything to do with the fact that earlier, only a few hours prior, the two of you were in a rather heated argument about a particular photographer you had worked with for a shoot and how he wanted you nowhere near the guy. It came off as controlling but it was for your own good. Even so, you were both still angry; him for your bratty attitude and you because of his brash way of expressing himself..and the only way to absolve all of said anger was to fuck it out of one another! Not too long after, you found yourselves tearing one another out your clothes, scattering them on the staircase as he fucked you against it with a hoisted leg on the railing. To getting your throat fucked on the balcony overlooking the living room and downstairs. Leaving you a sloppy mess. But that wasn’t enough for Eren..not by a long shot. He couldn’t let up until you were unable to move at all. However, you weren’t going to give him that satisfaction. Or so you thought!

“Wait, what do you—“

“You must think I’m fucking stupid or something..what? You didn’t think I felt that shit? You’re holding out on me, baby. Don’t play dumb.”

it seemed that he had caught you red handed..faking an orgasm. Clamping down to keep from coming undone. But if he had any say in it, you were going to unravel those tight bundle of nerves and make the mess he so desperately craved. With a firm grip around your throat and your back pressed firmly to the headboard as he forced you upright..keeping that head straight and pretty eyes on him, Eren then shoved his fingers roughly into your mouth, causing you to gag up an enormous trail of saliva in the process. “Because if you had actually came for me like I told you to..” with that bodily fluid dribbling down your stomach, tits and to your throbbing clit, he’d begin to massage it in before shoving two digits in replacement of his thick cock. Your punishment for not appreciating it! “I’d be soaking wet right now. But since you wanna be a stubborn lil’ bitch..I got something for you.” A promise more so than a threat but you knew you were in for it now. Sometimes, it felt as if he knew you better than yourself and he wasn’t much in the way of having you try and bruise his ego tonight. Especially when it was so painfully obvious that you were just dying to release. With those fingers still housed inside of you, he’d use his others to mark your cheek with slaps. Making sure you’re keeping your gaze fixated on him and him alone. By now, you had began heaving, unable to pretend any longer that you felt no pleasure. That frothy, milk colored cream being the tell all factor that you were close. “Look at you now, trying to ride my fucking fingers to get off…just for that shit, you hold it in and don’t come until I say so.” And it was at this point, you began to tense up and flail around. That’s when he’d grasp your throat again..causing you to gasp for air and beg for a release. But to no avail and he’d shove you back down, still flailing around in an attempt to take his fingers to the hilt and stretch your cunt open but he wasn’t going to make it that easy. When you began to whimper and beg, telling him how you were really about to come, all he did was laugh in response.

“Oh now you want to do it? You wanna squirt all over my fingers? Hmm?”

“Yes, daddy! Please!..”

“And you’ll listen when I tell your ass to do something, right?”

not breaking his stride once while he coaxed those answers out of you and those juices out of your body. Pressing a firm hand to your tummy, Eren rapidly fingered you until that pretty little pussy began to spasm and he knew you were physically incapable of holding back and that’s when he’d stroke your clit to make it all the more intense and impossible to hold out. So once those digits were removed..

“Oh my God!..fuck..”

that shower of squirt was extracted with it, splattering his chest and stomach, just as he wanted! But you didn’t get a moment’s break with him. Amid your orgasm, he’d grip his cock at the base; smacking it against those very sensitive and clammy folds, right before pushing himself in to the halfway point..filling you to the brim.

“Now let’s try that shit again and this time..none of that bullshit, alright? Nut on this dick for real..”

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autisticlancemcclain · 5 months

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this is how it started

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This is how it continues: Keith holds his hand all the way to breakfast.

In itself not incriminating. Lance holds Hunk’s hand all the time. He’s always got an arm around Pidge’s shoulder. Shiro is amused by Lance’s incessant attempts to have them skip about with their arms linked. Sometimes he offers his arm to Allura with the poshest expression he can muster, just to make her laugh. Not all of his attempts are entertained by his friends, of course, but there’s nothing novel about Lance attaching himself to people as they move about.

Keith reaching out, as they walk out of the bedroom they just shared, and linking their hands together easy as pie is, however, novel.

Everything is so bizarre. It’s worsened, really, after a night of decent sleep (in a real genuine mattress!), because it’s just not what Keith and Lance…do. They race each other to doorways, yanking on hoods or sticking out legs to trip and get ahead. They escalate from light shoving to full on wrestling in the middle of conversations. Keith is not exempt from Lance’s constant need to touch, sure, but it’s never — like this. Light, easy, comfortable, familiar.

(It was, briefly, at the end. When on their way to meetings and briefings and missions even Keith’s hand would rest on the small of Lance’s back. Absentmindedly. Unnoticeable. But a he left a week after it started, and as far as he’s concerned anything started in that era has long since been left behind them.)

They’re late — the rest of the team has already gathered. Pidge and Allura are half asleep on either of Shiro’s shoulders, and Coran and Hunk are arguing intensely but playfully about a pile of unrecognisable goo that Lance has learned to recognise as the space version of oatmeal. Hunk pokes it in disgust. Coran feigns outrage.

All five faces turn to them as they approach, and Lance can’t place a single one of their expressions. He is made suddenly aware that he has loosened his grip on Keith’s hand when he feels him squeeze three times, quickly in succession.

“…Huh,” Shiro says after a moment, eyes trained on their clasped fingers. His face is carefully blank. No one else offers any commentary.

“How’d y’all sleep,” Keith asks, pulling out a chair. Lance realizes after a beat that it’s meant for him, and he flushes up to his ears. He tugs his hood over his head and nearly upends the table in his haste to melt into the offered chair. Keith, in contrast, sits down next to him and rests an arm over the back of Lance’s chair so smoothly it has to be practiced.

Pidge makes a choking noise, cheeks puffed up like she barely managed to keep her mouth shut. Hunk has both hands clapped over his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up,” Lance hisses, face redder than his lion.

Keith’s fingers brush his shoulder. He sinks further into his chair and tugs his hood down lower.

“I slept exceptionally,” Allura says loudly. The look she cuts Lance’s way is straight-up evil, and Lance knows what’s coming, and for several agonizing seconds he considers grabbing the spoon from the goo bowl and stabbing it straight through his eye. “The beds were very comfortable, didn’t you find, Keith?”

You are so dead to me, Lance thinks at her. He even thinks i’m in Altean so the fury can reach her properly.

“Yeah.” Keith leans over to press a kiss to his cheek. Lance’s face gets exponentially redder, and the peanut gallery starts screeching quietly, but despite himself he — leans. Into it. And Keith notices, because his mouth curves into a smile, and he presses another kiss to the curve of Lance’s jaw before pulling away. “Slept right for the first time in two years.”

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that,” Shiro says, reminding Lance once again that he is, in fact, Lance’s hero, actually, last few months notwithstanding. He shoots Lance a fond, teasing smile, then turns back to Keith. “My question is: what the fuck?”

“Seconded,” Pidge agrees through a mouthful of goo.

Hunk grimaces at her. She shoves three more bites of goo into her mouth then opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue at the yellow paladin, just to be disgusting. With a scandalized “gross, Pidge!” Hunk shoves chair away and marches to the other side of the table, leaving Pidge sniggering.

Keith watches the whole thing with a smile on his face soaked in so much sadness Lance’s chest physically aches with it. He darts out a hand and wraps it around Keith’s, squeezing it in a mirror of the way he did before. Keith smiles gratefully at him, pulling up his hand and kissing the back of it. Somewhere, Lance hears someone mutter: “Christ alive.”

“There was a — shipwreck, of sorts,” Keith explains eventually. His voice is soft. “Krolia and I flew too close to something. Our intel was outdated. When we finally made it out of the wreckage we were stranded on the back of a space whale, and time was…stretchy.”

“That explains so very little,” Shiro says, shaking his head. He stabs his spoon in some goo. “Space has done little but piss me off in the last couple years, if I’m being honest. Keith, I swear to God I’m going to ground you.”

Keith grins. “Fat chance, old man. I outrank you now.”

“That’s what you think.”

Lance watches them both critically as they argue. Well, ‘argue’. They’re both grinning too hard for any real animosity. And exhaustion still lines Shiro’s features, and he still leans onto Allura for support, but there’s a brightness in his eyes that’s been missing for months. And Keith is —

Keith is here, leaping to his feet, spoon of goo bared dramatically, and he is tired too but he is warm and soft, somehow, and the weight that Lance has always watched on his shoulders seems to have lifted. There is an easiness to him now that there wasn’t before. And Lance notices and cannot stop noticing, because he is beautiful, and because for some reason he has decided to plant himself next to Lance, closer than before, and bleed his warmth. And Lance is supposed to be the lighthearted one and the joking one and the easy one. That is his role. That is what he knows how to play.

But he’s been struggling. And the role has not come easy. And last night he had cried until he slept in Keith’s arms and Keith had held him and checked the room and kissed his hair and has yet to let go of him.

Lance looks at Keith and thinks to himself: maybe just this one thing.

Keith reaches half over the table and musses his brother’s hair, pushing him back into Allura’s careful hold and sitting heavily back in his own seat. He frowns, staring at the space that has grown between his chair and Lance’s during his roughhousing. Slowly, he reaches over and grabs the bottom rung of Lance’s chair, dragging him over until the space between them has disappeared, then he nods once to himself, satisfied, and throws an arm around Lance’s shoulders, pulling him even closer.

And Lance thinks to himself: oh, God.

For a moment Lance is tense. He feels the stares of the rest of the team, teasing and interrogating all at once. He can already anticipate their questions, probably on par with his own.

Keith rests his cheek on top of Lance’s head.

“You good?”

Suddenly, none of that seems to matter. He thinks to himself: I need to sit him down and ask what the hell is going on.

Keith’s thumb starts to gently brush back and forth on the cusp of his shoulder.

He says: “I am now.”

This is how he lets it continue.

———

this is how it ends

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agendabymooner · 5 months

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SOMETHING DEVOURED !!! JENSON B. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: oh it’s just— you know… jenson was a starved man after their date.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), did not proofread this, made this thirty minutes ago, use of explicit language, pwp, pussy drunk!jenson (!!!), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting + overstimulation, little praise kink, terms of endearment, blurb

note: y’all wrong asf for pushing me back into the jenson button rabbit hole 😭 now i’m here (s)creaming. enjoy xx

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to some, stripping the other person off while you remain dressed was considered unfair.

it was a good thing that jenson button wasn’t just “some” person. in fact, he couldn’t care enough whether he was dressed or if his shirt’s buttons were half done.

he couldn’t find himself to care about the state of his greying blonde hair. he couldn’t care less about the liquid that trickled down his stubbles.

not when he was on his stomach, lapping up on her throbbing cunt as he moaned incoherently. her hand grabbing onto the back of his head as if she was trying to pull away. he wasn’t about to have that.

she looked so good on their date, he could admit. but after she played footsies with him while she whispered the filthiest words in his ear about not wearing any knickers under her dress, he couldn’t stop himself from paying the check and pulling her out of the restaurant.

he just had to have her. he wanted to devour her. he wanted to taste her after they both played cat and mouse for months.

she merely welcomed his lust with open arms— or well, with open legs.

now here she was, crying with tears falling as she babbled about feeling too much.

too much orgasms had passed by and he still wouldn’t stop lapping up at her clit and tongue fucking her entrance. she felt overstimulated— all from his mouth.

“god you taste so good, darling,” he murmured as he continued eating her out, his cock stiff in his pants as his hips rutted against the mattress.

“jenson, ‘m gonna—“ she sobbed. “fuck~ ‘s too much!”

he hummed around her clit, vibration sending her mind to spiral as he praised her, “you’re doin’ so good f’me, baby. stay still.”

“m— hm, ah,” she cried out, her legs shaking and wanting to close around jenson’s head. yet she persisted, not wanting to suffocate the man as her heels dug against the mattress. “fuck! jenson, i’m cumming again—“

“yeah? you’re cumming again, baby?” he growled against her mound, his fingers sliding up and down against the lips of her cunt before he began fucking her with them.

he curled his fingers and massaged the sensitive spot inside her, his lips wrapped around her clit as he continued to massage it with his tongue.

“so good, so good,” she mumbled as her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as she whined loudly. “jenson, ‘m cumming! fuck! hah~ fuck~”

“let go for me, baby,” the sounds of squelching filled the room as he began to finger fuck her faster, his head pulling away from her cunt as his eyes brightened at the sight of liquid shooting out of her. she just squirted again. for the third time.

he let out a deep chuckle as she eased off her orgasm, her body calming down as he finally pulled his fingers out of her.

liquid dripped down his fingers as he sucked them dry, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as his lust blown pupils peered down at her.

he kissed her hard, tongue tangling with hers as she moaned quietly. “d’ya taste yourself, sweetheart?” he smiled, “so good, no?”

“mhm,” she murmured. “so good.” she wasn’t referring to herself, but rather the euphoria that she felt from being devoured for three hours straight.

“don’t worry sweetheart,” he chuckled again before his hand slid down to unbuckle his pants, “gonna make sure you’re gonna cum in my cock too. i’m pretty sure you can handle it, my darling.”

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daisyvisions · 5 days

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[11:33PM] No Thoughts, Just You - (l.sy)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), bully!sangyeon, masturbation, mentions of sex, degradation, face slapping, some brattiness. It’s simp sangyeon in the house y’all, we love to see it. Word Count: 0.6K

A/N: Been trying to write since my last posting but can’t seem to nowadays huhu so taking this as a way to exercise those writing muscles again, wrote this on the spot and not proofread. Realized I did not write for Sangyeon's bday so considered it my entry idc how late it is 🤪 Tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez

Thinking about bully!Sangyeon, who lays on his bed nearing the dead of night thinking about the intimate moment you had with one another the other day.

His member aches underneath his boxers, trying not to visualize the faces you made when he was balls deep inside you. Or the way you whined and acted so bratty towards him. God when you acted that way it always made him twitch inside. There was something about getting under your skin that turned him on.

What’s even better is the fact you revealed you had dreamt about him the way he had dreamt about you (And for Sangyeon, it was a ton of dreams about you.)

He doesn't even realize his hand is slowly traveling down south, his fingers caressing his bulge before he gives it a good tug. And before you know it, he’s already starting to jerk himself off, remembering what you sounded like, how you said his name in that voice…

Remembering the way your walls stretched out for him, and just for him. How they hugged his length so perfectly like this was meant to be. How he fucked you so good he’s sure he’s molded the shape and size of his thick cock inside you, ruining it for anyone who dare tries to get you the way he did in that classroom.

The pace of his hand starts to go faster, remembering how your hips rolled on him in that chair, the way he let you have it your way even just for a moment. He would let you have your way all the time to be honest, if only you weren’t so bratty.

But who's he kidding anyway? That’s one of the things that’s got him attracted to you like a moth to a flame. Someone who doesn’t treat him like the star student all the time, someone who is able to attempt to stand up to his bullshit, someone who can put him in his place.

He slowly starts to feel himself closer to the edge, huffing and moaning as he visualizes you riding him right now and taking control of him. Whispering the most degrading things to his ear, making him feel small. God even thinking about the way you slapped his face twice was making his manhood twitch and strain even further.

“Fuck…” he moans as he continuously pumps his cock. Pre-cum slowly oozing from the top of his tip and dripping down, acting like a lubricant to help him jerk off even more.

His high hits him out of nowhere, his cum shooting out so much to the point globs of it are just coating his hand, making a mess everywhere. He wishes he was cumming inside you right now, wished he did that day instead of blowing his load on your back.

Sangyeon slowly comes down from his high and steadies his breathing. He feels so out of it right now, his mind not thinking straight. It’s like you hypnotized him or something, because he just doesn't think of anything else except you. Like you’ve placed him under a spell he can’t get out of. It was driving him insane.

He regrets not being able to take his time with you, to be able to kiss every part of you body, worshipped you with his hands, praising you like you deserve it. Wishing he could perhaps love you properly instead of the current dynamic you have. To kiss to oh so pretty lips again and again and just melt into you, that would be the dream.

After cleaning up his mess he pauses for a moment and suddenly a lightbulb idea enters his brain. He opens his phone and taps on your chat with him. He hesitates at first seeing what he typed out, but if his assumptions were right, maybe you might somewhat feel the same too. So he sends out a message he never thought he would be sending to you in a million years,

“I miss you…”

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primaviva · 8 months

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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

PAIRING: gwen stacy x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: your jealous girlfriend, gwen stacy, headcanons and imagines.

WARNING: jealousy and possessive gwen, people not taking no for an answer (nothing extreme), fluff, that’s all ??

people who say gwen doesn’t get jealous are lying on her name

it’s not like she means to be or makes a big scene out of it, but she can’t help but get a little irritated when people talk to you and she knows they have an interest in you or she sees them eyeing you a certain way

jealous!gwen who can’t help but give people death inducing side eyes when they flirt with you

let’s get this straight: gwen does not get jealous when people talk to you. she's not dumb or controlling she’s not gonna get upset that someone goes up and talks to you while you both go out

In fact, she doesn’t even get upset if they call you pretty. well she does a little irritated BUT she doesn’t get mad when you get compliments because she knows you’re beautiful and she knows she’s not the only one who sees that

when nothing really comes from it, gwen just stares at them w her big blue eyes and she doesn’t even mean to but she’s very bad at masking how she feels in the moment so she just stares at them with a dark, annoyed look. her face is almost blank she’s just so annoyed.

“who is that you with?” they asked you, eyes furrowed.

“huh?” you questioned back as their finger pointed to gwen from across the room.

their face was one mixed with discomfort and confusion, “what’s her problem with two people havin a conversation?”

“no problem. that’s just my girlfriend, gwen.”

jealous!gwen who tells people off when they simply don’t get the hint

gwen does start getting pissed if they keep going with it to try and talk to you in hopes to get an ig @ or number

gwen trusts you.

she knows you’re not gonna entertain anybody or even give them a little hope of the idea that you’ll give ‘em a chance

but she feels like you guys are so obviously together that it’s annoying that this man in front of y’all is still trying to shoot his shot

when this does happen, you always tell let them down gently

“man, look. i got a girlfriend so i’m not really interested. thanks for the compliments but i’m sure the other girls around would be more interested in whatever you offer than me.”

usually, that works.

and as a side note, gwen loves when you tell other people that you have a girlfriend

she slowly feels this smirk growing on her face when the words leave her lips

it just provides a sense of security and ownership but not in a weird controlling way but in the sense that you both belong to each other. she’s yours and your hers.

HOWEVER… when that doesn’t work…

“who said anything about her, ma?” they asked slyly, tilting their head to the side as they leaned in a little closer to your face.

you didn’t expect him to come out with that. you saw gwen was watching, and you knew that she was well aware of what he was doing. but she never wanted to be overbearing and act like you couldn’t handle yourself.

this was one of those situations though. why couldn’t he just take no for an answer and leave you the hell alone?

something changed in gwen when she saw him going to put his hand on your shoulder.

"don't. touch. her."

her voice was so stern and demanding yet it sounded almost like a whisper. you slightly jumped at her sudden appearance as the person immediately put their hand down.

gwen moved closer to you, putting a hand on your hip and leaning you against her side.

“back off already. she's not interested and she's here with me,” gwen informed, her voice stern.

the person flirting with you looked surprised as if they didn’t expect her to match their energy.

“and who are you?” they asked, almost annoyed that someone had gotten in their way.

“her girlfriend, actually. you got a problem with that?” she spat out.

gwen has her fair share of saying some outta pocket things to people… but only when they deserve it

it ranges from:

“you should leave her alone before your face gets a few extra dents."

to remarks as simple and less violent:

"she's not available, get the hint."

gwen always makes sure you’re alright after tho.

she knows it can be uncomfortable especially as a female presenting person herself to just be straight up harassed by guys who feel entitled for you to say yes to their advances

“i don't know why guys don't understand the word no,” she muttered as her hand on your hip began to gently massage your side.

her frown disappeared, replaced with a soft smile as she turned her head back to look at you.

"you okay? need anything? i’m really sorry about that.”

gwen does not want you thanking her if she had to tell somebody off for you because she feels it’s her job as your girlfriend and also she’s doing it for you

she sees you in a uncomfortable situation, she gets you out. simple as that.

"anytime, y’know you don’t have to thank me. i hate seeing you get uncomfortable."

she down at you and tilted her head before speaking again.

"that guy was being such a creep it's crazy. do all people act like that now?"

she’s always first to comfort you about how uncomfortable you felt

if it hit hard and you start to cry… her heart will like shatter

people have different reactions to being hit on like that and if you’re the type to just cry from how fed up you are AND you’re in public she will leave immediately and take you to your home or hers.

if she ever sees the person who hit on you getting the worse jumping of they life or mugged by like eight bald clowns she is turning the other cheek actin like she never saw bro.

jealous!gwen who apologizes if she thinks she made a scene

the last thing gwen wants to do is draw even more unwanted attention to you if she does need to step in when somebody is making you uncomfortable

she has never made a scene before but she finds herself apologizing anyway if she ever involves herself with someone talking to you even when they aren’t flirting heavily or anything and she wants your attention

“was i too much? i don’t want to be the jealous girlfriend but…”

jealous!gwen who gets touchy when you give others your attention

gwen is not the type to just walk up behind you, eat your face, and then say “hello?” to whoever she is jealous of

i am sorry to tell you that but it’s not happening… not our white girl

gwen is more casual with it.

if you two are sitting next to each other, she will put a hand on your thigh. but when it’s more than just her being a little irritated to just annoyed at someone else taking your attention or talking/looking at you a certain way, she starts rubbing her hand up and down your thigh and inner thigh

she does stuff like this because 1) it’s casual 2) it’s in the person's view and it shows them that only she can get close and touch you like that, even if it’s a simple action

gwen will also do other things like put her hands on your hips, waist, shoulder, even neck

but she mainly does this when she wants your attention, that’s where her true jealousy stems from

your breath hitched at the wet sensation on your neck.

“hold on,” you told your friend as you put them on mute. “gwen, what are you tryna do?”

you glanced to your side and there gwen was with a sheepish ‘i did nothing wrong’ look. she had her arms wrapped around your waist as she slowly pulled you onto her lap until your back hit her chest.

“me? what am i doing?” she asked, acting unaware.

gwen started doing it again. she planted open mouth kisses on your neck all the way down to your shoulder.

“you’re not doing this right now,” you said in disbelief at how bold she was behind all that neediness.

however, she showed you just how serious she was when you felt a sharp and tense pressure bite into your shoulder leaving a tingly sensation.

“i’m gonna have to call you back.”

gwen was satisfied with that.

she mainly gets jealous when she sees someone else getting your attention

not in a way where you’re talking to a friend or someone you know and she never wants you talking to them, but let’s just say sometimes she wants your complete and full attention

like if you two are out and someone tries to start a conversation with you? she’s snatching your hand and dragging you along

especially if she ever takes you to spider society and sees someone trying to get a little flirty with you

“don’t you have an mj or something?”

she will literally web their mouths from a distance just to be petty

gwen is more confident doing stuff like that in the spider society because she’s much more familiar

if anything she will web your back and pull you into her just to walk off with you

jealous!gwen who talks on anyone that has shown interest in you

gwen will badmouth literally anyone who has tried to hit on you afterwards

that’s how you can tell it gets on her nerves.

someone could’ve complimented you in a class and asked to hang later and you said no and while walking broke she WILL bring that up

“that guy was so weird. why was he wearing a hoodie in 95 degree weather?”

“gwen, you wear hoodies in 95 degree weather.”

jealous!gwen who always has a hand on you no matter what when in public

gwen is not big on pda we all know this

the most you’re getting is her holding your hand or a kiss on the cheek

but when she isn’t, gwen always has a hand on you somewhere

whether she has a hand on the small of your back, arm around your shoulder, subtle hand on your hip or waist, she just will

for her, it’s not only nice to just feel you there but also she wants people to know you two are a couple

it’s just so satisfying to her when she seems someone looking at you and then they glance down to see she has you pulled into her side with her hand in your back jean pocket

“not even in their dreams can they have you,” gwen murmurs against your ear as you feel her breath tickle down to her neck.

you feel your shoulders tense inwards as your face gets all tingly at her words. she smirks, tilting her head and leaning in closer to you.

“don’t tell me you’re blushing! it’s so cute when you get all flustered like this,” she giggles. “what, so you like it when i call you mine?”

tho, gwen is one to act out of impulse sometimes

her emotions just get the best of her YOU CANT BLAME HER !!

one time she was feeling very possessive and just pulled you into her lap and kept you like that

she got really embarrassed afterwards and apologized while also trying to act like it never happened

“what happened? nothing happened. i mean, did i cause a scene? not like that matters! cus y’know, nothing happened… sorry if i did tho.”

jealous!gwen who never wants to admit that she’s jealous

gwen is stubborn.

if you call her jealous, she will call you crazy and that you don’t know what you’re talking about

but overall, gwen just wants your attention and her jealousy stems from insecurity. she struggles with feeling like she isn’t good enough for you and that you deserve someone who doesn’t live a double life. someone who can always be there for you, not flake on dates, and just be the perfect girlfriend

maybe gwen isn’t the perfect girlfriend. but you’re fine with that because she’s perfect to you.

“jealous?” she asked, taken aback that you even brought up how she was acting. “me? jealous? i’m not jealous at all. to be honest, i don’t even know what that word means.”

you just stared at her as she acted a fool. she realized and just took a deep breath, sighing in defeat.

“okay, yeah. maybe i was a bit… jealous. but can you blame me? i mean look at you! i just feel like you could do better sometimes even though i know we belong together. i just hate seeing how others look at you it just— it rubs me a certain way. and maybe i do want all your attention sometimes. ok, i guess i can be a bit of a jealous girlfriend. is it really that wrong though?”

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peachykoii · 5 months

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I–

All right, y’all, I’ve got some things to say.

Spoilers for ramblings about Dislyte Unknown Collection Story Mode:

First, some positives!

• There were some pretty interesting concepts introduced: Raven having premonition and memory-erasing powers, using her wings + comet/shooting star + all how it influences the EU: the use of stone tablets, giving out only pieces of information to the public, not interfering with the future, etc.

• I liked how the Esper Union felt more gray aligned than straight up black or white considering its origins.

• I enjoyed seeing Triki a bit fleshed out, but let me just say that I'm biased about this because I literally don't have him yet so I don't know too much about him aside from the basics. A little disappointed to not have seen the whole crew. I was also hoping to see Zora and Ren Shi too. 😭😭 I will say, I can appreciate Yamato just coming around to be a menace and have fun, lol

• The silly and cute things like the Draw and Guess game, Tevor’s photo with Hilda??? (When and how even was this/could this happen, lol), commander Xuan Pin post-Immortal Fire and her relationship with Mateo, Alexa and Abigail having their moments together, and Alexa being a Wattpad writer amateur romance novelist on the side, lol.

• Lots of lovely and memorable artwork especially! Sachiko was obviously the devs’ favorite since they drew her so adorably, lol Assassin’s Creed reference?

Negatives.

• Y’all… This felt like an alternate universe rather than an addition to literally everything we’ve ever been introduced to in canon, so I’m just going to treat it as such. I could've avoided this and wouldn’t missed out on anything.

• Also, as interesting as it is, Raven being clairvoyant came out of nowhere, lol There’s no mention, reference, or anything anywhere suggesting this in Dislyte canon, besides the fact that Odin (Norse Mythology) has that ability. I do miss her bike and wolf though, lol The [Player] character gave more Mary Sue isekai’d into the game vibes rather than someone literally not from this world who’s experiencing Grandis and Miracles for the first time. If Markiplier can be canon in the universe but not in a weird way, then they could’ve done something along those lines for him too. Why exactly did Tang Na turn into a “Miramon”? Usually, overdrawing on your powers (could) just kill(s) you like in Gaius’ or Leora’s event. I guess it changed for then humanity/divinity balance. Where’s Discboom? She could’ve been a good lock instead. 😔😔

• What was going on with the writing and pacing? There were lots of typos, weird wording, and kind of a strange flow from chapter to chapter. Maybe localization editing was rushed? Like, I could appreciate trying a new style, but it also felt off-putting a lot of times and not as cohesive or seamless as it could’ve been. The Shackled Collection, the OG story mode, was much better in this regard. And then, there’s…

The ending…

• Honestly, it’s a bit hard to play devil’s advocate with that ending because from the standpoint of a first-time new player, who hasn’t been through Gaius’, Norah’s, or Embla’s event, the OG main story/Shackled Collection, or any other big lore heavy events, it might feel like “whoa, plot twist! That’s interesting!” But it’s still a little lackluster.

As a long time player whose way too DEEP and invested in Dislyte lore, characters, and world building, I was very disappointed.

I mean, he didn’t even have a hinted-at “I want” moment or off-putting conversation with the [Player] to help build it up. All the Anesidora moments literally could’ve been her talking to Embla or Hyde for all I know. I think that I needed better breadcrumbs not because I didn’t see the twist coming, but because it didn't really pay off. As if they chose him to be the villain for the sake of shock value instead of any substance. Why does he want the power? Gaius. Union Hub Director and Researcher Gaius? He was just like, “Good job, Mayor Abigail. Pot, kettle. Yes, I’m bad. AND I want a new world order. 😈😈 What'd you wish for, Sachiko!???” And was anti-climatically blasted away.

The Shadow Decree is more than just “bwahaha evil villainy because evil” kind of people and we’ve seen that several times now so there was a lot to work with. Personally, I’m anti-evil Gaius, but if they wanted to make it a bit more believable, here’s three different scenarios off the top of my head that fits Gaius’ personality and the whole fate theme going on.

1. Desperate Gaius “It’s been more than a decade of fighting and failure and bloodshed. I’m tired of seeing Raven hurt because of her [powers™] and witnessing both the Esper Union and SD fail at achieving what for mere humans and Espers is impossible. But then, I remembered Hannah’s private research from long ago all this time about [insert gate of promotion info to explain how that even cropped up]. And it was all true. Yamato finding [Player], Raven’s vision, and Abigail’s intel confirmed that even further. Hyde, not believing in [insert gate and wish stuff], had tried to counter it with his artificial esper project, but it devolved into something entirely different [insert Sieg]. But I knew if I wanted to prove it, I needed to take measures beyond just the Union’s resources. So, I reached out to Yamato and Hyde and the rest was history. Hannah told me that I could use my powers for good. With the full power of the Starlight’s Miracle Nexus, I can save this world from the havoc and turmoil the Miracles created — by making a new one.”

Or like, 2. Slightly Ominous Positivity™ Derails into Deluded Gaius, “Don’t worry, Raven and [Player]. Just as I trust you, trust me. Even if that was her final premonition, I trust that all will play out according to fate. If fate brought us [Esper Seven] together, if it brought Hannah into my life, then I know that it will lead me to where I need to be to help everyone that I can.” Slowly turns into obsessive, corrupted selfishness as he stresses over of Raven’s prophecy, learning about the Gate of Promotion does through Yamato and the Shadow Decree, corrupted with thoughts of its unlimited potential and what it can do for him; “Can you believe it? Fate brought us to the Starlight Miracle’s Nexus that can grant me the power to do anything. Raven was wrong. This is true destiny [taking all the divine power for himself]. Hannah, give me the strength to best this fate like you did for me to save everyone. I will succeed no matter who’s against me!”

Heck, even a 3. Turned His Back on the Light to Save His Friends Gaius “They’re my friends. Us Seven have been through more than you [Player] can ever imagine. So, when Hyde and Embla came to us [Raven and Gaius] with a truce and told me that we could use this power for actual good for the world... I had to make a decision. One that could change the fate of everything Raven knew, regardless of what she saw, but be our only chance at saving everything. I know Raven would never forgive me after what I did… especially to her… but as the Esper Union Hub Director, I will do anything and sacrifice everything I have to save as many people as I can, even if it means colluding and sinking to the darkest places. Even breaking bread with the dark forces I once knew as my comrades. I promised Hannah that I would help others. You need to understand that the ends will always justify the means.”

Or something like that since we know he can be incredibly selfless/borderline sacrificial when it comes to saving people close to him and up keeping this position. Also, is Leora’s backstory still the same bc I feel like she would’ve already tried to tell everyone about Gaius being a shadow councilor when she defected since she was mentored by Embla, a shadow councilor. They hold annual end of year All-Hands, for crying out loud, lmfaooo Ain’t no way she didn’t know.

I don’t know, y’all. I’m just rambling at this point.

I really needed the seasoning Gaius was missing in his life if they’re going to make him bad. He wasn’t a very compelling bad guy. 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

Furthermore, it felt like they potentially retrofitted the general Dislyte lore/world building for a lot of stuff?

For me, one of the biggest things was everything around the Gate of Promotion in the Nexus. “The Miracle Nexus, the source of all Miracles,” Mkay, but how did they learn about the Gates? How did Narmer and Cang Ji, dudes who LOVE researching and exploring Miracles, not find it or learn about it years before? It’s been about 10+ years since the whole Miracle-Miramon situation began when the Esper Seven explored Miracle Prime and you’re telling me that supposedly somehow only now Yamato, Gaius, Raven, Abigail and the SD know about the Gates? And if Raven’s premonition gave that info, that still doesn’t explain why everyone else knew about it before then like Xuan Pin, Abigail, and Yamato. And about the lock too. Who gave everyone this knowledge? Like, Did the [Player] character come with a manual that Yamato’s been making leaks of or something, lol? He’s supposed to be a whole ‘Miracle destroyer’ and no one else is interested in that?

All in all, all I can say is that it was a choice and I had fun if I just think of it as an OVA or Isekai AU or something.

Bonus pics bc Hall’s censored for some reason lol AND my bby girl, Jiang Man, is looking cute here.

#dislyte #dislyte unknown collection #I’ve gotta unpack this because… huh????

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Olden Times. Modern Thinking.

(Heimdall/Modern!Reader)

Summary: You know things you’re not supposed to. You behave oddly. And the way you speak is even odder. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus have no idea if they should believe your ramblings of another world and of a future they have no way of knowing is real. But, you seem harmless enough. Plus, Faye may rise from her grave if they let a poor woman freeze to death in their forest, right outside their home no less.

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Chapter 2

It’s been a couple of months since you had woken up in what seemed to be the set of Game of Thrones. You remember Kratos questioning you. Who are you? What are you? Why are you here? Basically trying to intimidate you into possibly giving up any information of potentially being a horrible person intending to hurt him, or more so his son. Luckily Mimir was there to lighten the mood a bit. Seeing Kratos in front of your eyes, not as a video game character was… unnerving to say the least. Honestly when you woke up you were expecting everything to be some wacked out dream. Too much gaming late into the night and waking up at the buttcrack of dawn for your shit job. But no. You were here. Actually here. You think. The jury’s still out on the dream thing. But you answered him still. As truthfully as you could. You decided against talking about the fact that you basically played through this man’s whole life. From destroying Olympus to now essentially. Yeah, you don’t think a man like Kratos would’ve handled that well. But he listened. So did Mimir. And so did Atreus. They stopped you and asked questions here or there. Mainly Mimir and Atreus. One because he’s the “Smartest Man Alive” and the other because pure, unadulterated curiosity. They accepted your words. And Kratos made his decision.

“Stay? With y’all? Just like that?” You couldn’t help but sound skeptical. Mimir, who was… sitting… yeah you don’t know whether you could call being placed down on a barrel by your neck stump sitting. But you digress, Mimir chuckled and said “Don’t worry lass! We’ll put you to work yet!” Kratos just hummed in agreement as Atreus smiled towards you.

“Oh. Ok.”

And that’s what led you to now. A few months down the road and they have been teaching you, trying to at least, to hunt and scavenge. Mind you, Fimbulwinter made everything so much harder when it came to gathering food. And since you were mortal, you needed more than the two gods and the undead head.

“This is so stupid. How do you feel anything in this fucking cold?” You simmered to yourself as you practiced with a bow that Atreus had made for you. You could barely feel your fingers as they fumbled with the the string. You tried to keep the arrow straight but no matter how hard you tried it just seemed to move away gradually. As if it was trying to piss you off. “You just gotta get used to it!” Atreus shouted from across the backyard training area. He didn’t want to be hit by a stray arrow. You finally got the arrow to sit still before releasing the string and let your arrow shoot through the sky. Well, shoot through the sky would be a lie. The arrow basically fell not even two feet into the snow and dirt. You heard giggling behind you. You spun around, eyes narrowed into slits. Atreus paused before shrugging and apologizing. “Here, let’s just gather more firewood before father comes back.” You rolled your eyes at the teenage god before walking with him towards the small section of woods behind the training grounds. The trees there were designated as firewood only trees.

“It’s cold as hell here. I can’t help that my body ain’t used to it. I live in California alright? It gets cold there, but never like this.” You swing your bow around your body, finally securing it on your back with the string across your chest. It seemed pretty big to you but Atreus said you’d grow into it. You would’ve mentioned that you were an adult and done growing but the look in his eyes were enough to stop you. You recognized that line. He was remembering his mother, Faye. So instead you just said thank you and took as much care of it as you could. You grabbed a smaller axe that was kept by the fencing and went to work. You definitely didn’t consider yourself strong in the least but you could swing an axe and break a couple of logs. Or at least do some minor damage to it as Atreus did the rest.

“Oh no, Hel is way colder. Trust me.” Atreus said with a grunt as he finished your pile of wood for you. You both then grabbed what you could and headed back inside. “I’ve been meaning to ask, what exactly is your home like? You don’t talk about it much.” He pushed open the door with his back as he stared at you. “Do you miss it?”

You really didn’t talk much about your home and your life before all this. You were more concerned with learning how to be useful to these people. After they were so kind to you and offered their home to you. They deserved that much. And you hated feeling like a burden. It was a gut wrenching feeling to know that no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t live up to some peoples expectations. So no, you didn’t talk about home. To busy trying to help. But.. you missed it. You missed it a lot. Maybe talking about it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. “Yeah. Yeah I miss it. What exactly did you want to know?”

It was at that moment that Kratos, with Mimir strapped to his hip, walked in with some freshly dug up roots and what looked to be a chunk of meat he probably butchered from a wild animal. Deer probably. He placed them both on the kitchen counter. Which was just a wooden table. The same table that you guys did anything and everything else on.

“Have you trained more with your bow?” He asked you gruffly. You perked up as you nodded vigorously. “No yeah! Of course!” You said as you took off your bow and placed it next to Atreus’s by the front door. Kratos furrowed his brow at your verbiage before grunting and looking towards Atreus. “She’s doing better father. Not ready to hunt quite yet but better.” He nods before gruffly saying “Good.” He turned towards the food before preparing it for supper. Watching Kratos cook was something else. Sure it wasn’t anything fancy you might see on Food Network but there was still something about it. It was so, domestic for the God of War. You sat down next to Atreus as he got his journal out.

“So… you were going to tell me more about your home? Uuuhh…” he wracked his brain trying to remember what you had called this mystical and other worldly land that you had hailed from. You giggled at his stupefied face.

“California. It’s called California. But that’s just the state I live in. My home country is called America.” You looked down towards your feet. Stilled covered in your Nike tennis shoes. “But… let’s just talk about my hometown for now.”

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Taglist: @zoleea-exultant @sumebuddy @sissontrinity123 @different4black

For some reason tumblr mobile won’t let me tag some of y’all. I’ll see what I can do when I get home on my laptop. But for now enjoy this!

I will say, I do plan on doing time skips here and there. I just want to get to the main weasel man 👉👈🥺

Edit: I got the tags working :)

#Olden Times. Modern Thinking.#Heimdall/Modern!Reader #heimdall x reader #god of war ragnarok x reader #god of war x reader #heimdall gow x reader #gow reader insert

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miscfandomwrites · 9 months

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Mama: Chapter Fourteen

A/N: Turns out I haven’t posted a new chapter in months. Oops. Anyway, here y’all go

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: mentions of killing, fighting, possible cursing,

Words: About 1k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

My body absorbed the recoil and I followed the body as it dropped. Then found another one to shoot.

13. Thirteen men were killed in the span of two minutes. Eventually they learned not to go outside, but that didn’t stop me from scoping the ones I was able to shoot inside. Or switching to the thermal scope and doing the math of those who were close enough that the bullet would reach them through the wood, and those who were just out of my range.

After a couple seconds of not finding anyone, I was nudged by Barnes. I glanced over to him, giving me a hand signal to move in. I turned my comms back on and was flooded by the voices of my team. Everyone confirmed their positions and started the assault on the compound. I kept my eyes trained on the compound, sensing Barnes pull out his own rifle and get into position next to me, starting to help pick off the soldiers as we saw them. Explosions from both inside and outside the compound were heard and seen, and I turned my focus on observing the place as a whole.

Watching the rest of the team weave in and out of the building, the explosions and small fires starting, and hearing the muffled gunshots reminded me of my time in the Marines…as well as my wife.

“(L/N), we need you in this. They’re everywhere and hiding inside.” Steve’s voice rang through the comms as I kept searching for more agents.

“Explains the lack of agents I’m seeing. Do you need me anywhere in particular?” I asked as I started snapping the mounts off my rifle and getting off the ground, reloading until I had a full cartridge.

“Just go and kill the bad guys.” Barnes spoke up from beside me, shouldering his rifle. “We’ll head to the middle, keeping cover for each other until we’re able to get into the building. Since it’s the front it’s a guaranteed death sentence with the sentries, but we should be able to get it under control.”

“Should?” I questioned, packing my pockets with more ammunition for both my rifle and pistol.

“I’m just going to say that we’re probably going to run out of ammunition. Quickly.” He told me as he started down the hill we were set up at.

Tailing him, keeping back about a dozen feet, we got to the first set of decent cover. They were short, cement walls that reminded me of the barriers you saw separating the oncoming traffic from the opposing back home.

Kneeling down, Barnes across me motioned to the entranceway, I carefully peered over and noticed a few soldiers lingering near the front, more inside than outside, there were a few that I could get with my rifle if I got closer, but the rest were too far in to get to until we got inside.

“Why aren’t they helping the others?” I mouthed to Barnes, he just shrugged and made a motion with his hands for us to split apart and then move forward.

I shook my head, his rifle was an automatic and while it could be used for long distance, it was truly meant for shorter distance, as well as the fact his bullets didn’t penetrate as far as mine did. There were benefits to both of our rifles, but it all came down to the fact that mine was a sniper rifle and his was a regular rifle.

“You want to lead?” He mouthed back as I peered over the doorway, observing them for a minute as well as the entrance itself. Two heavy steel doors, coated with rust but stood firm with the Russian winter, one ajar only slightly, probably a few feet, that let me get a good look inside. Then an idea sparked in my mind, so stupid it might just work.

I motioned for Barnes to come closer to me, and once he was beside me I explained the plan, soon enough going on the comms to rope in the team. Once my idea was accepted, they started targeting the specific areas I asked and that’s about when Barnes and I walked straight up to the entrance and walked inside.

Stiff, straight, and with dead-set eyes the (former) Winter Soldier and the Angel of Death walked into the Hydra-infested building.

The soldiers immediately came to a halt, saluting us as we walked past them as if they didn’t exist. We headed up a flight of stairs into what was estimated to be the head of command office. Without knocking on the door, we both entered.

A dark-haired man, about thirty to possibly forty was in the room sitting behind a massive mahogany desk. His dark green eyes locked with mine and I paused, he looked so familiar…

He leaned back into his chair, raising a hand to his chin and staring at us before speaking in a deep voice, “Зимний Солдат и Ангел Смерти входят в мой кабинет…” A small smile on his face as he looks us up and down. “И во врагах камуфляж”

(The Winter Soldier and the Angel of Death Walk into my office…and in the enemy's. fatigues)

We both stood there, complacent. The man got up from the desk and circled us, observing us as if we were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.

“Разговаривать.” He commanded. (Speak)

“Готов выполнить.” both Barnes and I spoke simultaneously. (ready to comply)

The man stood in front of me, arms behind his back.

“You are not under Hydra influence anymore, are you, Mr. Barnes and Ms. (L/N)?”

Well shit.

#avengers x reader #miscfandomwrites #natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #mama #marvel x reader #marvel #natasha x reader

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invece-sto-sdraiato · 2 months

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Rant about everybody’s waiting (and some general fandom stuff) cause I finally found words to my feelings:

tw// mental health struggles, anxiety (can you notice that I’ve never done this before 🥲)

Yes, okay at first I was skeptical about the song. Reasons? I’m not entirely sure (yet) but once I heard the whole thing, I was like, “ok, not as bad as I thought, kinda my taste but will take time to grow on me…” by now I can definitely say that it’s super experimental and brave of them to do something like this, so props to that! I think the second half of the song is what really convinced me.

Lyrics-wise? As much as I understood the meaning, the importance they held for bojan, I didn’t see myself actually “getting” them, if you get what I mean. I didn’t understand what they even meant, at first. (well, I couldn’t hear some words in the song properly)

But now these-

What a wonderful life, panicking

A perfect time to get lost in deep, unoriginal line

There’s nothing left, just flight or die

Lonesome and run down

Can’t tell the sky from the ground

Turning around

Okay now… this hit me straight in the gut. (not sure if these are accurate, feel free to correct me) This… doesn’t exactly explain my feelings, but they sure do come pretty close. This made me realise certain things about my personality which I never thought about before. I was never the “take it easy” type and these words…somehow remind me to slow down sometimes… (I’m just rambling here atp)

I’ve always, ALWAYS been a nervous wreck, since maybe I was ten? And I’ve always gotten anxious about so many things (whether they’re in my control or not) for so long, that I just thought it was human nature to feel so much, and I thought everyone else was just better at handling it than me. I’ve never thought to label it or even address it, cause it was so ingrained in my unconscious, to know that it isn’t normal.

So, seeing how important it is that bojan is addressing this issue is not only a big deal for Slovenia, it is for me too. Joining this fandom, I see so many of you being so open, so vocal about things I generally would’ve never dreamed of admitting (it also does NOT help, the fact that I’m from an extremely conservative country 🥲)

The first time I ever felt accepted, or seen was here. People in my life till this point, have shared similar opinions with me, but no one actually got to know me, the real me because there was always that disconnect that somehow made me distance myself from them. Obviously this is all online and I don’t know any of you personally, but y’alls sheer honesty just makes me go waaaahhh (the only word I can think of rn)

And I think, the real therapy for me was talking to @da-proti-toku-grem and @paperphilia thank you so much for your kindness and acceptance. It means the world to me 🥹

(especially the fact that @paperphilia you asked me “are you ok?” after seeing my rant about the jance photo shoot. That is something I will not forget for a long long time.

And maca, obviously our long conversations will always have a special place in my heart (love you!)

Huh, okay this is getting too long. Anyways whomever of the baby boos reads this, just thank you so much for being there, a part of the reason why I’m happier now. This song ended up being therapeutic for me, who would’ve foreseen that lol.

#I’m so very sorry about this long post #the words magically came to me and here we are now #pls ignore this #goes in the tag cause it’s my fucked up analysis of EW #joker out

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Ep 7: Nat

Hello! This is about up to Episode 7 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 7 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the seventh episode, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me. Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please just fucking block the tag

If you WOULD like to discuss the show and my takes on it, the Discord is right here! I don’t go there, so it’s a great place to get every emotion out.

Please thank @sailorsunspot and @moonlight-frittata for backing this odd way of doing a liveblog, and remember my tip jar is always open

Oh Nat, what the fuck can I say about you that I haven’t said a thousand times before? Actually, i will say that I love that they are really giving Nat a bit of a heel turn here, because I was so prepared to be like, “Ah yes, the disconnected,cynical alternative girl is the only real one. Groundbreaking.” and I think the show has taken pains to show that, no, Nat doesn’t know jack shit, and she is a codependent asshole who seems to care only about Travis and refuses to let herself stop being hung up on that. But no, even her involvement with the blackmail, trying to shoot a man, suggesting that she is going to be able to figure out who did this and save it all, it’s all about Travis, it’s always about Travis, and as long as nat is fixed to that spot, it doesn’t actually matter what she learns because it will never ever be enough. She cannot let herself see other worlds.

It’s a great and fun development for me when we show Travis about to go with the other girls, out of a sense of chivalry or whatever, and Nat straight up asks him not to go. Now we can debate all day long and off into the night whether or not it would actually be helpful for Travis to go or stay, but none of that has anything to do with Nat’s calculation here. It has everything to do with the fact that she’s selfish, that she wants him, that she is pinning so much to the two of them. She’s like an extreme opposite of Taissa’s lack of emotional engagement with Van. Travis is the only part of her future she can see, and it’s equal parts compelling and pathetic.I suppose I will grudgingly admit that I like where she tries to generically sexy-talk, and Travis rejects it. He wants Nat to be Nat, even when they’re fucking.

I wasn’t sure where I wanted to put this, such things that straddle the girls are always difficult to handle, but when Tai talks about how they got home lives, and Nat got nothing, I want to point out that this was always Nat’s choice. I have my own feelings about Tai and Shauna’s marriages and children and why the exist, maybe for another time, but Nat literally just…opted out of all of that in order to bum around with Travis and get drunk and do drugs togerher, and even after he disappeared on her, perhaps sending a bit of a signal, she kept pursuing the same path. Nat is to blame for at least 75% of Nat’s problems. Ma’am you are in your 40s.

I don’t disagree with Nat, really, when she says they are just as fucked up as she is, but where I do disagree with her is where she says they’re lying to themselves. I don’t think that being able to figure out how to behave in public and keep from setting yourself on fire for at least 20 years is lying. I think it’s choosing to move on despite it all. Nat is very much not doing that. And, don’t mistake me, I think Shauna does a pretty bad job of it, and Taissa certainly has the wolf coming to get her, but I think both of them have TRIED more than Nat, who it feels like very much decided the nightmare she was gong to live in and then made that her reality. But this is part of convincing herself that she’s ‘real’ while the others are not. That she alone has a clear eye.

Even the momentary realization that Kevyn is nice to her, and that Kevyn is stable, and that maybe, with him, she could have some semblance a normal, together, reasonable life, does less than nothing for her. He is a means to an end: she found our about Travis, she got to use his gun, it wouldn’t matter how much she got away with, with him, she would always try take more because she doesn’t know how to be happy and she doesn’t trust it. She has be outrightly cruel to Kevyn because she has to fucking convince herself that this is somehow still all her idea, that her isolation is a function of desire, and not a function of something irrevocably broken in her, that she has never made a real effort to fix.

I’m wondering if it was Natalie who came up with the whole pit idea, as Tai suggests they wouldn’t be here without her, and Shauna even directly references being dragged into her “pit” of guilt. Could this be part of why Nat is so fucked up, is she knows she was directly responsible for murder? Does she ever wish it was her?

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Living dangerously

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Contains: Fluff, language, implied smut, a little insecurities, age gap

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Living dangerously

You snuck around the trailers, your hands full of shaving cream and a pie. Joey Batey had not seen the last of you.

See, the set of The Witcher was normally pretty laid back, not much more going around other than the normal amounts of jokes and teasing; but Joey motherfucking Batey had decided that a prank-war was in due time, and he had started with you.

First mistake.

You might be the newest cast member, and you were normally a shy person, but you could not step down from a challenge. It was, coincidentally, also how you got the role of Shani in the show. It had been an open call casting, and your friend had dared you to go, so you did. You didn’t expect a callback, much less a third and then a screen test with Henry Cavill. You were about to pass out, when the casting director brought him in, all smiles and a very firm handshake, to test out chemistry between you; for some reason, the whole “love-interest”-thing had whizzed straight over your head, so you were a shaking mess, when you started testing a very specific scene, where Henry’s warm and large hands cupped your face, while spouting declarations of love. It was a lot, but you managed, clearly, because here you were, on set and with a character, who – if you were to believe the rumors – would be a reoccurring character. Fun.

You didn’t expect a fast friendship growing between you and Henry, though. After the screen test, you had been texting and talking pretty much every day, because you had both realized that you were nerds – you spent a lot of time talking about the world of The Witcher, but also just any and everything. And nothing. It had become a habit to just talk through the night, one of you dozing off while still on the phone. The fact that you had developed a slight (big) crush on the 10-year older man, was your own doing and you did your very best to keep it on the downlow. Especially after you began shooting, and you found out he was a very affectionate guy. Hugs, small touches, lips ghosting over your forehead, when he had his arm slung casually over your shoulder. It didn’t mean anything, you were sure – you were just about 99 % certain he saw you as a younger sister or something like that. He helped you figure out what pranks you could pull without getting fired, and he took you everywhere; if he had a thing to do, you were coming. It was kind of cute, the way he’d timidly ask you to join him for another dinner with some “important” people. The big, strong man, who could literally make you fearful of your life with a single glance, was a giant puppy in real life.

When Joey had started the damn prank-war, he had started easy with salted cookies. That was a dick-move, mostly because you really wanted cookies after a 12-hour shoot. You had retaliated with glue in his hand sanitizer. And so, the prank war was born.

The latest thing was over the line. He had transformed your fucking kitchen drawers into fish tanks, and you were having none of it.

Which is why you were sneaking around the trailers with shaving cream and pie, waiting for the golden opportunity to deck Joey.

As soon as he stepped out of his trailer, his eyes glued to his phone, you saw your chance and ran to him, pie smacking straight into his face, before showering him in shaving foam, giggling like a madman. He was spluttering and coughing out shaving cream, and when he looked at you, you knew it was a question of seconds before he lost his shit.

You ran as fast as you could, ignoring your burning lungs and your thighs literally feeling like jello under you, and sprinted to the other end of the set, spotting a familiar flash of greyish white hair and black armor. He saw you as well, a smile lighting up his face.

“Hey, Y/N, did you get to use the…” “Y/N Y/L/N, I am going to kill you!” Henry’s eyes whipped up to see a very angry-looking Joey stalking towards you. Was that shaving cream?

“I love you!” You said, grabbing his arm and tugging him to follow. “Wait, what?” He looked absolutely perplexed, and in any other situation, you’d pinch his cheek, because he looked stupidly cute like that. “No time to explain, let’s go!” you tugged his arm again, and he finally made his feet follow along, running behind you. He wasn’t even out of breath. “If you need to get away quicker, just get on my back.” He said with a grin, jogging next to you. Goddamned long legs. You scoffed.

“As if you could carry me.” You huffed, trying to keep your breathing steady. “Is that a challenge?” He stopped dead in his tracks. Shit. You glanced behind him and saw Joey – now with his arms full of unidentifiable things, that would definitely ruin your day – move towards you with a dangerous smile on his lips. “Shit. Henry, move.” You tried to force him to go with you, but he was a massive man with a lot of grounding, because he didn’t even flinch. “Nope. If I’m your get-away buddy, I’m insisting that I be your get-away vehicle as well.” “Henry, I… I’ll be too heavy.” You didn’t want to debate this stupid topic, much less indulge in your insecurities with a literal God in human form. “Y/N. If you’re trying to say your weight is an issue, I’m strongly advising you to say literally anything else.” He crossed his arms and smirked. You could see several cans of tomato-soup in Joey’s arms now. “Fuck, fine, just… We need to go!” You screamed, quickly maneuvering yourself behind Henry, who bent down a little to allow you to get on his back. “If you break your back trying to carry me, I will end you.” You whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, clinging on for dear life. You hated this idea. He laughed at you, hoisting you a little higher on his back and straightened out. “Don’t worry, my back can handle a lot.” You felt heat rush to your cheeks at that. “Henry, do not help her, I swear to God!” Joey yelled out, but Henry just chuckled and waved behind him at Joey, before his arms wrapped around your legs, holding you firmly to his body, and sprinted.

He didn’t break a sweat, and his breathing was weirdly even, despite the speed he was running at, and the added weight on his back. You were bouncing, clinging to him as he ran around the sets, headed to the dense forest that lay just behind it. He didn’t slow down before he was a few good meters into the forest, and he gently put you down next to a giant fir-tree, where you leaned against, clutching your chest.

“Shit, that was more terrifying than being on the back of a motorcycle.” You gasped, trying to lower your heartrate. It wasn’t all because of the running – a lot of it was the fact, that you were so close to him, you could feel his muscles roll under your hands and arms, and his cologne was embedded in your skin now. He grinned.

“Are you telling me you didn’t have fun?” You rolled your eyes and finally looked up at him. He was looking at you strangely. “Y/N…” Oh no, here it goes. You were heavy, he probably dislocated something. “Why on earth did you think you were too heavy?” he asked instead, and you blinked a few times. “Uh…. Because I am…?” you said slowly and groaned at his expression. “I mean, clearly, I wasn’t right now, but like… generally speaking.” He tilted his head. “Darling, I could pick you up with one arm and not think twice about it. You are not too heavy.” That sparked some very inappropriate thoughts in your head, that you desperately needed to go away. “I, uh… Sure, Henry.” He stepped closer, his chest almost touching you; the black armor made a delicious sound of leather straining against leather, and you had to will yourself to hear what he said. “You are challenging me, sweetheart.” “Oh, no, not at all.” You could hear how damn bratty you sounded. “I mean, I—humpf.” You shrieked, when you were lifted from the ground by a single arm around your waist, Henry pinning your back to the tree behind you while grinning at you. Your heart did a somersault right in your chest, and you cursed how good he looked with the wig on.

“Okay, fine, fine, you’ve proved your point.” You said, gasping a little. He didn’t let you down but stepped even closer and slotted himself between your legs – by instinct, you wrapped them around his hips. “I have a question for you, Y/N.” He said seriously, his perfect lips mere inches from your face. “Mhm?” You didn’t trust your voice at this moment, so you figured a nonsensical noise would be better to avoid embarrassment. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Would me buying you a can of shaving cream and a cream pie have anything to do with Joey being covered in white goo?” You laughed and snorted in a very unladylike manner. “Maybe. Maybe not. It’s best for you to stay out of it, I can’t have your life on my conscience.” He laughed a little at that. “I think I’m already involved now.” “Shit, yeah, probably. Uh…” You looked down at your body, ignoring the way your stomach rolled, to see your legs still tightly wrapped around his hips. “Could I, uh, get my feet back on solid ground?” You asked timidly, heat flaring in your cheeks. He thought for a moment, before his grip on your waist tightened. “No. I have another important question.” “Okay?” you swallowed thickly. Don’t think about his cock, don’t think about his cock, don’t think about…

“This is actually a really important question, darling. And I need you to be very honest with me.” His expression changed from jovial to something more serious and something else, you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “Are you comfortable right now?” You furrowed your brows. “I mean… Like right this second?” He nodded. You shifted a little, accidentally rolling your hips. A barely noticeable hiss fell from his lips, which you also decided to ignore. You’d done a lot of ignoring today. “Uhm… I mean, the bark isn’t really super duper soft, but other than that… Yes…? Was that your very important question?” He smiled softly. When did his face come so close to yours? “Not really, no. I just wanted to check in.” “Oh…Kay?” He swallowed and you watched his Adam’s apple bop a little. “I can’t put this out there in an eloquent way, so I’ll just come right out with it.” Oh God. You were getting fired. Maybe. Probably. Your heart sped up and you were intently focused on his eyes. “Is there a reason, you haven’t ever returned any of my sad attempts at flirting?” You almost choked on thin air. “I’m sorry?” “I’ve been flirting with you for the better part of six months, love. I mean, I know I’m old and a little rusty in that department, but I feel like at least some of it must’ve come across.” “I…” You didn’t know what to say, and honestly, your brain was short-circuiting at the moment, because his thumb had begun rubbing small circles on your waist. “You’ve been flirting. With me.” It sounded like a statement more than a question. He chuckled. “I have. I don’t talk to just anyone throughout a day and night, pretty much every day. I also don’t touch anybody just for the hell of it.” You thought back to all the small touches, and what you had perceived as just the way he was – in hindsight, you could see that he didn’t do that to anyone else on set. “But… I’m me.” “I would hope you are.” His forehead rested against yours now. “I should’ve said something sooner.” “No, I mean… You’re a literal God on earth, and I’m… Jiggly. And ten years younger than you, I might add.” You said slowly, trying to keep your composure. “Didn’t you tell me a week ago: age is but a number, baby?” “I might’ve.” “Besides, you’re… Perfect. For me, I mean. In my eyes.” He drew a deep breath, his lips twitching a little. “God, the things I’ve imagined doing to you…�� You could’ve died right there. “I would happily die, if it was death by your thighs.” You couldn’t swallow. “And I’ve had the filthiest thoughts… Whenever we talked on Facetime, all I wanted to do was reach through the fucking screen and touch your skin… Show you just what I want to do with you.” He licked his lips. “Unfortunately, I am a British man, and we’re stupidly good at being gentlemen, which means my brain has been screaming at me to take you to dinner, and then ravish you.” You squeaked at that, your entire body buzzing. “I didn’t… Uh…” “I’ll leave it be, never talk about it again and we’ll go back to being friends, if you don’t feel even a sliver of something towards me. I’d hate it and I must be honest, I doubt I can continue being your friend.” Your breathing was shallow now, and you move your hands to his hair, toying with the damned wig just to do something. “I can’t say I’m not feeling something.” You admitted. “Why would you not… Be able to continue being my friend?” You asked slowly, your eyes settling on his blue. “Because all I’ve wanted to do for months is this.”

He kissed you softly, lips hesitant and sweet like honey, like he was testing the waters. You were having none of that. It was like a kick of a drug to your system, every nerve and cell standing ready – you kissed him back with ferocity, as if it was your last day on earth, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressed your body even closer to his. You wanted to fucking melt together with him, his lips never leaving yours, because this was probably the only thing you’d ever care about ever again. The feeling of his lips against yours, the way he groaned into the kiss, his eagerness to return the kiss with just as much ferocity as you brought to him, was intoxicating.

It could’ve been minutes or hours before he pulled back, peppering small kisses on your face.

“I’ll take it as you being just fine with this?” he asked, slightly out of breath. You felt something nudge your thigh and you raised your eyebrows. “I mean… Yes.” You rolled your hips against him, and he groaned, closing his eyes and tightened his grip on your waist. “Love, you need to stop that. We have a scene in…” He glanced at his clock. “Five minutes, and I cannot be hard and thinking of the various things, I have to do to you.” You cocked an eyebrow and kissed him again, your tongue sliding against his lower lip. “That would be a bad idea, wouldn’t it?” You whispered against his lips. He nodded, kissing you again. “And I definitely shouldn’t say something that would make your situation worse, right?” “Don’t you dare.” You sighed and hugged him, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered.

“I won’t, then.” You smiled, when you felt him exhale and sag slightly. “I just… Really wanted you inside of me, right here.” You rolled your hips again and was rewarded with the best gasping groan, you’d ever heard. “Darling…” He gripped your hair lightly to force you to look at his eyes, that had darkened significantly. “Don’t test me, or I’ll have to force you to see just how badly I could ruin you.” “Try me.”

And after his scenes, try you, he did. Several times, in fact. Loudly – loudly enough for the crew to wish you both congratulations, when you came out of your trailer, your neck covered in his love-bites and your hair a rat’s nest on your head.

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kimnjss · 2 years

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for the video series: ever since hoseok was at the airport in his shorts and jean jacket nothing underneath... it’s all I’ve been able to think about 😭 he looked so disheveled. i know there isn’t any dialogue but god whatever you came up with would be magical

[ part fifteen of a new series called: ‘clips with context’ - feel free to request your own! ]

UNBUTTONED JACKET

it only took one meeting for hoseok to decide that he wanted you. from the moment you're entering the room, he can't keep his eyes off of you. his only focus being how to get his hands on you and he wasn't someone that liked to waste his time. // explicit. requested. 1.8K words.

warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, heavy petting, hobi is unapologetically a hoe, hickeys, unprotected sex (y’all... be smart), cumshot, quiet sex, sex on plane, semi-public sex... yn is living the dream.

you had just wanted to meet up for lunch. schedules finally matching up with your best friend, so it only made sense that you'd take the time to see each other. you didn't think twice when she was texting you asking you to meet up at her shoot. it's something you've done before and vice versa. and you had been more than prepared to wait a little bit for her to be ready to hang out.

what you hadn't prepared for was being laid out and split open by the main dancer of the world's biggest boy band... not even a full hour after meeting him. the man worked fast, saw what he liked, and went for it without a second thought. and you just happened to be the object of his desire at the moment. greetings go by in a blur, becky introducing you as her longest and dearest friend while hoseok stood there plotting, a grin plastered on his lips.

you half heard the conversation he was having with one of his members, able to pick up on the words that you did understand. and it didn't take a genius to figure out guy talk and the fact that it was happening just moments after meeting you was a huge indicator. he even made it a point to introduce you to his friend through facetime, playing it off as if he was just excited to be there. in reality, they were sizing you up. and forty minutes later, he's cornering you.

and it's all downhill from there. your visits to the set becoming more frequent, an unneeded distraction as your friend not so lightly put it – annoyed with the number of times hoseok was caught feeling you up between takes. but what were you supposed to do, say no? the guy couldn't keep his hands to himself – who were you to stand in the way of that?

by the grace of god, though, they're managing to finish shooting exactly on time. despite your best efforts.

his hotel room had sort of become a second home in the days that he spent here, so it's weird to see everything packed neatly into his suitcases the morning he's set to fly back home. soft lips steal your attention, pressed against the satin of your bonnet, as he attempts to stir you awake. no idea you've been watching the minutes tick by since the sun came up.

you were in no way in love with hoseok, let's set the record straight on that. you knew what this was before it was starting and you weren't expecting more than he was willing to give – but! but, that didn't take away from the fact that he was an all-around cool person. yes, he was extremely sexy, talented, and great in bed... but also, he was just fun to be around. so it's not crazy to feel a little sad about the fact you wouldn't have that anymore.

your eyes are blinking open and landing on the large smile on his face, cute dimples on full display at the corner of his lips. “do you need a ride back to your place?” he's whispering as if it's not just the two of you in the room. he likes how quick you are to nod, a soft hum sounding from our lips. “are you leaving right now?” his hand curls into the top of the blanket, tugging it down to reveal your naked body to his greedy eyes. “i might have a few minutes to spare,” he says with a grin, leaning down to press a wet kiss to your lips. one that you're graciously accepting, arms wrapping around his neck.

hoseok was wrong. he did not have a few minutes to spare, as soon as he's fitting his hand between your legs – there's a loud knock on the door. a gruff reminder that his flight boards in a little over an hour. “you're gonna be late,” you say through a giggle, legs spreading wider for him. the tip of his finger running over your slit.

“the plane is gonna leave without you,” you taunt, making zero efforts to let him go. his arms are wrapping around your waist, securing your legs around him. “why don't you come with me?” words murmured against the skin of your neck. and you're letting out a laugh because you simply do not believe him.

his tongue drags over the warm skin of your neck, hips rolling up into yours as breathy moans fall from your lips. hard cock nudging against your thigh, it's lost on you how he's able to form a coherent thought. “you want to?” and you're almost positive he's talking about sex, so you're quick to agree. only to be met by the look of shock on his face. “really!?” his head lifts from your neck to get a good look at your face and with the new space, you're able to fully put together what he's asking you. and surprisingly, your answer doesn't change. “yeah, I wanna go with you. it'll be fun,” he doesn't need to hear anything else.

quick to pull his body from yours and collecting the clothes you've got thrown around the room. “get dressed then, we gotta hurry.” a giggle falls from your lips, attempting to catch the clothing he throws your way all while getting dressed. riding on the excitement that comes from being spontaneous, you don't even think twice about the plans you've got for the rest of the week or the fact that you're not even properly packed. you were going because he wanted you to. the rest could be figured out along the way.

you're late boarding the plane, surprise surprise. hand in hand, giggling loudly as you're ushered to your seats. thank god for private jets, because hoseok had zero plans of keeping his hands to himself. as soon as you're settled into your seat, he's tugging you into his lap. kissing you sloppily while his hands sneak underneath your shirt. it's a long flight from la to korea and most of it is spent wrapped up with each other. whether you were watching movies, talking, napping, or feeling each other up. you couldn't seem to get enough of each other. and you have yet to figure out what you were going to do in korea for two weeks, just that he'd be there and that was turning out to be all you cared about.

“are you sleeping?” his gaze is shifting from the screen at the sound of your voice. “nope, i'm watching this.” there's a small smirk on his lips, fingers dragging over the outside of your arm. “what's up?” he's saying through a laugh, picking up on the expectant look in your eyes. “everyone else is sleeping,” he's taking a moment to peek around at the other people around you, lips shifting into a grin as he looks back down at you.

“yeah? what are you thinking?” it's easier to show him rather than say it, so you're reaching to tangle your fingers in his hair – tugging him into a wet kiss. his tongue pushing into your mouth as you sneak your hands underneath his shirt.

it's the first to go, the skirt that you're wearing bunched up at your waist. you're reaching to lower his shorts just enough to pull his cock from its confines. he's so hard in your hand. “you're fucking dripping,” he groans, lips inches from ours while his fingers graze over your slit. “can you keep quiet?” dark eyes lifting behind you to peek at the sleeping figures sprawled around the plane and you're quick to nod. that's all the convincing he needs, hands pulling your body further into his lap. the blanket you had been sharing covering your lower halves. it just takes a few rolls of his hips to have the tip of his cock probing at your entrance, mouth dropping as he pushes his way deeper inside of you.

“fuck,” you're gasping, a little too loud for his liking – his hand is lifting to clamp over your mouth. and it has your pussy clenching around his cock, pulling a grunt from his lips. “keep quiet,” he's mumbling, dropping his hand from your mouth and it shocks you how much you miss it.

his hips move slowly against yours, walls sucking him in with each thrust. he's falling into a steady pace, thighs slapping against your ass as he uses his grip on your hips to bounce you. he's so deep. mushroom head hitting the deepest parts of you and it's impossibly hard to keep quiet. teeth cutting into your lower lip as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

hoseok muffles the sounds he would be making by sucking kisses into your skin, fingers bruising your honeyed skin. you would think you'd be used to the way having him this deep inside of you feels – but you can't seem to get over it. the way his hips move against yours, effortlessly driving you insane. and it's not long before your thighs are shaking, grip tightening around his wrists. and you're biting down on your lips so hard, you swear you taste blood.

he fucks you until you're seeing stars, body tensing above him. and the moment your wetness is surrounding his cock, he's snapping. warm cum coating your walls as heavy breaths brush against your neck. he's much louder than you, causing a few of the people close to you to stir. but he's too far gone to care, hips grinding into yours as he calms down.

the two of you make no efforts to put any space between you, perched on his lap for the remainder of the flight with his hands between your legs. a movie playing in the background, but you're more focused on sucking wet kisses onto his chest. neither of you expects the plane to land, too wrapped up in each other to think of anything else. and you most definitely didn't think of the fans and press that were going to be waiting outside for him. his team is rushing him to his feet, directing the two of you in separate directions to not cause an uproar.

hoseok barely has time to button his jacket before he's being hauled off of the plane, a smile plastered on his face as he greets the people. you hear the way the crowd screeches, shocked to see how exposed the man is. and he's so cool about it, waving happily as they chant his name. no idea what the two of you had spent the entirety of his flight doing.

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“Lance, buddy, I love you, but I’ve seen you flirt. You are not exceptional at it. There’s no way you’re making Keith blush on the regular.”

Lance’s jaw drops and he looks at his best friend in obvious betrayal, as Keith sticks his tongue out at him.

“Told ya,” he says smugly. “I am the cool suave one in this relationship.”

“You are not!” Lance argues. “We are equally suave and cool!”

“Lance, the day Keith asked you to date him Shiro made you sit down and drink water because you blushed for so long he was afraid you gave yourself heatstroke,” Hunk says with a raised brow.

“Plus, you were all moon-eyed and swoony before you dated,” Pidge adds, teasing. “In fact, I distinctly remember a time when Keith smiled at you and called you Sharpshooter for the first time and you literally couldn’t speak for three hours.”

Lance pouts, but he can’t really argue that one because it’s true and also everyone knows it. Look, he knows Keith has game, alright? He knows. He’s dating the asshole, obviously he knows how charming he can be.

But! Lance is also charming! Keith is regularly all pink and embarrassed around him, and for the man to pretend he’s not is treachery of the worst kind.

Suddenly Lance sits up, smirking to himself. He knows how he can win this round.

He glances around the room, noting how Keith is talking to Allura and Shiro about a specific sword technique he’s trying to master. Pidge, Hunk, and Coran are idly discussing a new project of theirs to increase the longevity of the teleduv.

Perfect timing.

He turns to Pidge, Hunk, and Coran, quietly getting their attention. “How much do y’all wanna bet I can get Keith to go bright red with three sentences?”

Coran smiles, but says nothing. He doesn’t usually join in on their betting, preferring instead to watch. Hunk and Pidge, however, are interested immediately. They communicate silently for a moment, then turn to Lance, smiles predatory.

“One month of kitchen duty that you can’t. No sexual jokes, that’s too easy. You can’t say more than three sentences. Keith has to blush for everyone to see. Deal?”

Lance smiles smugly. He’s got this in the bag.

“Deal,” he says, reaching over to shake their hands.

He lets them turn back around, pretending to be casual and unbothered so Keith doesn’t suspect anything. Not that he’s paying much attention to them right now, but still.

After a few moments, Lance clears his throat, face innocent of any underlying motives.

“Hey, babe, can I ask you a question?” he calls.

Keith turns to him, smiling immediately at Lance’s voice. Lance won’t lie and say he’s not flattered to see how quickly Keith gives him his full attention.

“Sure thing, Lance. What’s up?”

By now, everyone is looking at them. Lance smiles again, scootching a little closer to Keith on the couch.

“I love you,” he says.

Keith’s smile is radiant, as it always is when Lance says those three words. The sight of it makes Lance’s chest feel squishy.

“That’s not a question, sweetheart,” he responds, eyes twinkling.

Lance has to sit on his hands and bite the inside of his cheek to try and keep his face straight. His excitement is only barely about the bet, now. He can’t wait to see Keith’s face when he shoots off the next line.

“And it never will be,” Lance finishes, shooting his boyfriend a wink.

As expected, Keith’s face flames. His jaw drops, too, as he processes the line. It may be a pickup line, but Lance’s voice is sincere, and anyone with ears can hear it.

“I stand corrected,” says Pidge after a few minutes of stunned silence. “You do have game, Lance. Damn.”

based on this video

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