[ID: Kirby series fanart of young Meta and Para Dee hanging out together and drawing their favorite Star Warriors. More detailed description in Alt Text. END ID.]
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Started 10/08/25, finished 10/12/25. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost | Kirbtober 2023 Comp | Kirbtober 2024 Comp
has anyone read “the works of vermin” and if yes can you tell me if it’s safe for me to read as someone with a Severe bug/spider phobia that is only kept under control by my anxiety meds
I actually kind of hate people dismissing carol's obvious involvement in the roaring knight scheme that's going on ,,, and in favour of asgore of all people being involved in her place too liek just say you can't handle a woman, a mother especially, being portrayed as anything other than 1) a gentle and mild motherly figure, or 2) the cruel and heartless evil stepmother trope . just say you can't handle a woman who isn't characterised through an archetype
this is your reminder that 99.9% of employers care more about money than you and even if they are kind and fair now they WILL at the end of the day put profits over your well being so absolutely do not sacrifice your life for them.
Mechanic (Demeas)- Demeas, son of Democrates, was born and raised in Syracuse. He comes from a long line of intellectuals and inventors. He sawed off his arm and replaced it with a complicated prosthetic to prove a point. Demeas is a hard worker and often loses track of time while working on his projects. He is friendly when around people and likes to cook for his teammates. He, Taran, and Haribert work together a lot and bond over a shared love of science. He wears light, loose-fitting clothing since his role has little combat. He wears a sundial that was passed down through the generations. When I drew him with a beard, I did not intend for him to look like Socrates, but here we are.
Spear bearer (Menecreates)- Menecreates left his mother and sisters in Mytilene to earn some money and kill people. His spears are heavy, and he takes care of (and names) each one. He is soft spoken and intelligent, but also violent. His shield serves as decoration more than protection. He works well with most of the other mercs and tolerates Ireneus. He spends his free time polishing his spears or talking with Haribert. His father was killed in the Mytilenean revolt, and he feels a sense of responsibility to protect his family. His dialect is very different from the more "central" ones the others have, which causes some language barrier.
Observer- The observer is an Athenian spy. He does not share personal information. He is one of the more isolated group members, and he has no problem with that. He wears fine linen and soft leather sandals that allow him to move quietly. He used to wear lots of oils and perfumes, but had to stop because enemies could smell him before he could backstab them. He relies on a small dagger to get the job done. In terms of relationships, he has more enemies than friends. He has a little in common with Haribert and Demeas, and sometimes fraternizes with them. He butts heads with Ireneus a lot.
Chemist (Taran)- As a chemist, Taran uses his knowledge to create various combustible substances and brew beer. He lost his eye in an explosion, but he is still just as dangerous without depth perception. He wears bronze armor, a tunic, and a cape, which is a lot for the Mediterranean, but he looks cool, and that's all that really matters. He is friendly with the enemy hoplite and often sneaks out to hang out with him.
Surgeon (Haribert Hludwig)- Haribert came from Germania to study Greek forms of medicine, and also to flee the penalties for medical malpractice. He wears a cloak and chiton, which he dries his hands on, but in the cases where he goes on the battlefield, he wears more protective armor. Since this is taking place (very roughly) around the 400 bcs and Archimedes (the person) lived around 200 years later, Archimedes (the dove) is not named after him. It's just a coincidence. Medic's prescription is pretty low, so he doesn't wear glasses, even though Demeas offered. He is happy just to experiment in his iatreion, tend to the doves, or chat with Menecreates.
Archer (Milon)- Milon was abandoned by his Cretan parents and found and raised by a Spartan couple. They tried their best to raise him as a hoplite, but his Cretan aim prevailed. He is patient and cautious in battle, which translates to his behavior out of battle. He and Ireneus "hang out" often, which basically constitutes Ireneus running around while Milon whittles. He is polite with the rest of the team. He and his parents exchange letters often. They don't agree with his lifestyle, but they love him nonetheless. He usually wears light linen and leather boots, given that he is a ranged fighter and there is less of a need for heavy armor. He has a water bladder for various liquids.
Foot soldier (Irene)- Irene is a Spartan hoplite. He was actually born underweight, and his parents abandoned him. Despite that, he somehow survived and became a Spartan hoplite. He has brain damage from past head trauma and other psychological issues, which have a huge impact on his personal relationships. He also has ear damage. He surprisingly gets along well with the other mercs, so long as they keep telling him that they are Spartans. He wears heavy armor, which is both protection and a symbol of honor. He rarely takes his helmet off, and he even sleeps in it sometimes.
Courier (Ireneus)- Ireneus has an Athenian father and a Corcyrean mother. He doesn't know his father's identity, only that he is Athenian, which he resents. He prides himself on his "λαγνεία βόμβος" tattoo, which he bears in honor of his idol Timaeus Jonas. He wears two small sticks with unique notches as a form of identification, aka dog tags. He doesn't wear shoes (against the Observer's demands) since footwear gives him blisters.
Fire-bearer- The fire-bearer wears a Greek chorus mask and bandages, either to hide nasty burn scars or their identity. No one on the team knows where they came from or their name. They (mis)use an incense burner by swinging it in a way to oxygenate the flames. They stick close to Irene and Ireneus, but are not at all opposed to playing with the other mercs or bothering the Observer.
I pumped this out pretty quickly, but I'm happy to answer questions/just talk about the au!! I understand that there are some inaccuracies, some of those are intentional. I'm really excited about this...
I should finish the side characters' designs today or tomorrow.
summary: jack abbot is tough, a badass. but you know what lies beneath his hard exterior, and get to watch it disappear when a 19 year old victim of SA comes into the ED.
word count: 3.7k
tw: descriptions of sexual assault, alcohol, bruises, a bad home life, mentions of death (no major characters), jack being just like. insanely soft. graphic details of someone being shot in the beginning but it's just one sentence. PLEASE do not read if you are triggered by themes of sexual assault, this fic will most likely upset you. keep your brain safe!! <3
a/n: okay, i mayyyy have gotten just a little carried away while writing this. it slightly trailed off from the original ask but the gears of my idea machine were working and i could not turn them off.
to the anon who requested, I really do hope you like it!
Jack Abbot was tough.
He’s seen countless men die in front of him. Hard, fast bullets that caused him to be covered in another man’s blood and brain matter. Men he’s considered to be friends have succumbed to their injuries in his arms, choking on their last breaths. He’s seen countless patients code on his watch.
“Call it.” Jack croaked.
He shook his head, ripping off his gloves that felt like glue against his skin.
“Damn it.” A smaller voice shook beside him. An R1, only her first week.
Compartmentalize.
“It’s part of the job. Nothing we could’ve done.”
Jack tried to make his voice reassuring, but it just came out stoic.
“Time of death, 02:37.”
Jack Abbot was badass.
He’s performed procedures in the field that most people have never even heard of, all with bullets flying at him. He joined the SWAT team as a “hobby” because sitting still makes him anxious and golf is boring.
“Did you do this intubation?”
Jack was tired. Bone deep kind of tired. The kind of tired where if someone had rolled a mattress behind him and kicked him in the back of the knees he’d probably fall asleep on his way down.
“Under active fire, yeah.”
His shoulder was burning, aftermath of being grazed by a bullet underneath a bulletproof vest, but surely nothing compared to how Hiro was feeling. A warehouse robbery had gone sideways, one of his buddy’s getting caught in the crossfire.
“Are you serious?” Santos eyes lit up, clearly impressed as she took over Jack’s previous job of bagging.
“I go in with the team in case there’s an injury.” Jack responded, thinking nothing of it.
“That’s badass.”
Jack was focused, vigilant, brave, tough, badass.
But you knew better.
You saw the soft, bleeding heart that beat underneath the tough exterior. You saw the dissociation after a hard day, standing in the shower, shoulders tight as he stared at the wall, not crying but eerily quiet. You didn’t miss the way he sometimes slept with 2 fingers on your pulse.
You saw that hard exterior crumble when a little boy or little girl would walk into the ED, clutching a stuffed animal, fat tears rolling down their cheeks.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
Jack bent down to eye level with a little girl, no older than 4. She was wringing her hands together, lip quivering.
“They took my mommy.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“Oh, I see. Well, this is a hospital. Full of doctors. Mommy’s a little sick, so our doctors are gonna fix her right up.”
She nodded, slight recognition in her eyes.
“Like, Doc Mcstuffins?”
Jack chuckled. Despite having no clue what that was, he responded, “Yeah, just like that. You want some ice cream? There’s lots of treats in the break room.”
She nodded and Jack scooped her up, effortlessly holding her up by his tricep as he walked her to the breakroom, continuing to talk to her in a soft voice.
“When are you two planning on having kids?” Ellis raised an eyebrow at you, you two having watched the whole interaction.
“Soon.”
Jack Abbot was as hard as he was soft.
It was exactly what made him a man. What made him a damn good doctor, a damn good husband, and a damn good human being.
“Hi, honey.” Jack’s voice broke you out of your trance, zoned out on the computer screen. You were supposed to be charting, but you couldn’t get your hands to move. The clock was dragging towards 5 am and you just wanted to go home. Maybe take a hot shower with your husband, have a glass of wine with a frozen pizza and sleep until the sun went down.
But, the tone in Jack’s voice set off alarms in your head. He sounded sad, heavy.
“What’s wrong?” You stood up immediately, hands ghosting, hovering over his arms, not exactly knowing what he needed from you, or what had happened.
If he’d lost a patient, he’d want to go up on the roof. He’d want to sit with you in silence as you rested your head on his shoulder. No words.
If he was tired, the day pulling him down little by little, he’d want to lay with you in the on-call room, have your body practically deadweight on top of him, and sneak in a 10-minute nap.
If he barely saved a patient, sending them up to the OR while hanging onto life by a thread, he’d want you to kiss the side of his face, tell him everything was going to be okay.
You’d been married 5 years, you knew what he needed like the back of your hand, and he knew you too.
Which is why what he was about to ask you was so hard.
And you couldn’t read his expression, which was scaring you.
“Baby?”
Jack gave you a sad smile. Shaky, uneven.
“There’s a 19 year old girl. Her friend drove here after she found her passed out in the bathroom of a house party, some guy she didn’t know in there with her. She-“
Jack took a beat. The words were burning in his throat.
“Baby you’re the only SANE on shift.”
Jack knew about your past, and he hated having to ask this of you. But he knew you did this for a reason. You got certified because you wanted to help other girls and women who have gone through what you have. To be able to hold their hand and say “I get it”, and truly mean the words.
This is what you do.
You nodded.
“Take me.”
-
The room was quiet. Jack, once hearing her story of why she was here, had already dimmed the lights and drew the curtains to prevent people passing by from peeking in.
Jack took you to the room and departed from there. Understanding that probably the last thing this girl wants is to have a man in the room during this. Since he was an attending, he was technically allowed to be there, but he knew his place.
The girl was sitting in the room, alone. Her friend most likely waiting for her with Lena and a cup of coffee. If Jack had anything to do with it, she wouldn’t be waiting in chairs alone.
Jessica Young, her file said.
She looked younger than 19, sitting in the ED by herself, but after what happened, she was most likely shrinking in on herself for comfort. She wore tattered blue jean shorts and a black tube top. Black converse were shoved onto her feet, the laces not even tied all the way.
Purple bruises were beginning to blossom on her inner thighs and wrists.
“Hi, Jessica.” You said, your voice low and soft, but not too sickly sweet that it would annoy her.
“My name-“
“Where’d Dr. Abbot go?” She asked, looking past you, almost as if trying to check if he was hiding behind you,
“Oh, he went to check on other patients. I can assure you that you’re in good hands here-“
“I want Dr. Abbot in here.”
You were a bit stunned. Not that you were offended, Jack was a catch to have around, and different patients preferred different doctors, there was no hard feelings there.
But, in all your time of being a nurse, and being SANE certified, you had never had a female patient ask for a male doctor or nurse to be present.
“Okay.” You agreed, reaching for your pager to get ahold of your husband. “I can bring him back. But, I’m certified to do your exam. Dr. Abbot can be here, but it’ll be my hands. Is that okay with you?”
She nodded, picking at her fingernails.
“Alright, we’ll get you into a gown and go over a few details while we wait for him to come back, how does that sound?”
After a few minutes, Jack was opening the door slowly.
“If you need a break, we can do that. But, once this case is open, I cannot leave the room.”
The girl nodded, her eyes shooting over to Jack.
You turned around, your eyes meeting his confused ones as he gently shut the door behind him.
“Everything okay in here?”
You gave him a reassuring smile. “Jessica needs someone to hold her hand, mine are occupied.”
Jack knew not to ask questions. Knew that asking a sexual assault victim too many questions caused them to panic. But he couldn’t quite figure out why she wanted him in there either.
“Nothing wrong with that.” Jack smiled, keeping his voice the same tone as yours as he pulled up a rolling stool, positioned far enough away with his back to you that he could sit with Jessica, but not see anything.
“You go by Jessica?” He asked as you pulled out the kit and she stiffened. Jack gave her his hand. She took it immediately.
“You’re okay.” He assured her, patting his free hand on top of their intertwined ones.
She shook her head. “No, um Jessie.”
“Jessie.” He repeated, drawing out the last ‘e’ sound. “Much cooler than Jessica.”
She didn’t respond, her eyes glued to you, watching your every move.
Jack didn’t peek over his shoulder, but he did catch a glimpse of you put of the corner of his eye while his focus was on Jessie.
“She’s pretty, huh?”
That got her attention away from you.
She stared at Jack, her expression completely unreadable.
“She’s my wife.” Jack said, proudly. “Best nurse I know.”
Jessie didn’t respond, but he swears he saw a twitch of a smile tug at her lips.
“Alright, Jessie.” You spoke after a few minutes of silence. “We’re gonna take a few photos now.”
Jack squeezed her hand and she ripped away from him, limbs scrambling frantically as she tried to push herself as far away from the two of you as possible.
“Okay.” You whispered, as if trying to ease a panicked animal, your voice low, arms outstretched in surrender while taking a step back. Jack’s hand was outstretched to steady her, but not actually touching her.
“Hey, Jessie. Will you look at me?” Jack whispered, his voice so soft it was basically a whisper.
She did.
“Good, that’s good. This is just apart of the process, alright sweetheart? These pictures aren’t going anywhere. We take the SD card out, and it stays at the hospital, okay?”
Her chest was moving rapidly, eyes blown wide as she looked between Jack and the camera in your hands.
“I’ll be right here. The whole time.”
“Are you gonna tell my mom?” She spoke for the first time since it was just you two in there.
You answered before Jack could. “No, Jessie. You’re over the age of 18. We’re not legally required to tell your parents.”
She visibly relaxed, nodding and allowing you to help her down to a standing position.
You had to untie her gown, so Jack turned around, his broad back facing her. One hand in his pocket, and one dangling at his side. Just in case she needed a hand to hold again.
“Do you remember how this happened?”
Jessie didn’t respond, just looked down and away as tears started to fill her eyes.
The silence hung there for a while, the only sound in the room being the muffled voices from the ED and the snap of the camera shutter with each picture taken.
You waited a few minutes, letting it be silent. You helped her tie her gown back on, and tried to get her to sit back down, but she wouldn’t budge. You sighed, deep and long, and took out the SD card, placing it in a Ziploc bag before taking your gloves off, throwing them in the trash.
She hadn’t asked for one, but it was time for a break.
“I know it’s hard, Jessie.”
“How would you know?” She snapped. Her voice was sharp, but you knew better. She was hurting.
Jack stood still with both hands in his pockets.
“Well.” You started, dragging Jack’s stool over to you so you could sit, resting your hands on your thighs.
“I was 21 when it happened to me.”
Jack clenched his jaw. He dreaded that he knew where this was going. He hated this story, you had told him about a few months into your relationship. Sex wasn’t easy for you, you’d told him. He understood, didn’t pry. But you trusted him, you wanted him to know. You sat him down on his couch and told him. It ended with a pit in his stomach and you in tears, tangled up in his arms. He knew he never wanted to hear that story again.
But, he knew you needed to tell it.
“It happened at a frat party in college. I used to love tequila, my friend Greg knew that. He said he had really good tequila up in his room, straight from Mexico, cost hundreds of dollars. I went with him.” You sucked in a breath. “He was my friend, I trusted him.” You choked a second on the word trust, but cleared your throat and regained your footing.
“That’s where it happened, there in his room. We took way too many shots of tequila, and next thing I knew…” Your voice faltered, you knew you didn’t have to go into detail.
“None of my friends believed me. They all told me I was lying. That I just wanted to make him look bad because I had feelings for him and he didn’t reciprocate. You exhaled, turning your eyes to the ceiling in an effort to not shed tears in front of your patient. “Greg would never do that.” You said, imitating the voice of your friends.
“I don’t drink tequila anymore. And I used to really love margaritas.”
You don’t know why, but that’s what got you. Your voice broke, and you shook your head, cursing yourself as a tear escaped. But before you could wipe it, a small hand caught yours, squeezing tight.
Jessie wasn’t looking at you, but she was crying, and holding your hand in hers.
“I get it, Jessie. And I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
The exam continued after that. Jack didn’t say anything to you, but you knew he would be ready to the moment the exam was over.
He continued to hold her hand, whisper that everything was going to be okay, and promise to not let her leave without a bag full of hospital ice cream.
She had mentioned to him that she liked it.
“You did good, Jessie.” Jack said, covering her hand with both of his. “I’m proud of you, really.” His smile was genuine pride. “Let me go get you that ice cream you like.”
“So, hospital ice cream?” You asked, smiling once Jack left the room. “Is that your vice?” You turned your back so Jessie could have some privacy changing into the clothes the hospital provided for her. Loose and soft, made with nice material.
You bagged up her old clothes to send for evidence. They looked so small in that bag, it made you feel sick.
“Um, my dad was in this hospital, for a while. I was 14.”
You were surprised she answered with anything but a nod.
“I was here a lot too. The nurse brought me a lot of ice cream. I thought I was too old for it, but the more she brought it, the more I kind of, depended on it…in a way.”
“Totally.” You were quick to respond, not wanting her to feel like she was weird.
“He died.”
You hung your head. Damn it.
You didn’t talk, worried she’d stop if you did.
“He looked just like Dr. Abbot. Talked like him too.”
She spoke and you nodded your head in full understanding, now wrapping your head around why she wanted him in here.
She just wanted her dad.
“Your mom?” You asked, hesitant to hear the answer.
“She’s fine.”
In other words: She’s not around. She has a new husband. Maybe even a new baby.
You’ve seen this film before.
“Well,” you turned back around, once she gave you an okay, handing her a slip of paper.
“My number. Call or text whenever, okay? I stay up late.” You winked.
Her thumb stoked over the paper gently, as if cherishing gold. She shoved it in her hoodie pocket.
“Alright, kiddo. All the ice cream from the freezer.”
Jack was back, and he had a huge freezer bag stuffed with ice cream.
“Jack!” You stifled a laugh, a hand over your mouth.
“What? Not like anybody here appreciates it.” He shrugged, turning to Jessie. “I’ll carry it out for you, come on.” He gestured for her to follow him and she did.
You walked with them out of the room. Sure enough, Jessie’s friend was at the hub with Lena, cup of coffee in hand. She wrapped an arm around Jessie as they walked out, Jack trailing behind them with the ridiculous amount of ice cream.
“You okay?” Lena’s voice broke through your thoughts.
You realized you were staring at the door long after they’d gone through it.
“Jack reminded her of her dad.” You gasped, surprising yourself as a sob broke through. “He died in this hospital.”
You dug the heels of your palms into your eyes, wishing that that could make the tears stop. But they were slipping out anyway. You knew Lena was hugging you, but you could barely feel it. Not until her arms were replaced with Jack’s.
“You’re okay, sweet girl. Did so good.” Jack murmured into your hair but you could hear every word.
“Was tellin’ her friend all about how she got your number. I think she’s gonna text you.”
You nodded, but the tears didn’t stop. These were old wounds for you. They’d gotten infected along the way and reopened a couple times, but they’ve scarred over, raw and jagged, but healed. Hers was just starting.
“She’s gonna be just fine, honey.”
Of course, jack knew the exact source of your tears.
“Most don’t talk much. It’s a miracle she even told me she liked the ice cream. She’ll talk, she’ll reach out. Trust me.”
You told Jack, later at home everything that Jessie had told you, and Jack felt his heart crack clean and half.
“We’re gonna do whatever we can for her.” Jack’s voice was shaking. “Whatever she needs.”
It was a couple years later, at Jessie’s 21st birthday party, when you finally met her mom.
Her mom who, after Jessie finally worked up the courage to tell her what happened to her, decided that was a good time to announce she was moving to California with her new husband. She didn’t say it outright, but it was clear that Jessie was not invited.
So, Jessie got her own apartment, co-signed by you and Jack but she paid for it all on her own, though she was at your house constantly.
Not that either of you minded.
She used to call when she got nightmares or couldn’t sleep, but after a while, she’d gotten into the habit of just showing up.
On those nights, you’d leave Jack alone in bed, and tiptoe downstairs. The two of you would watch reruns of stupid tv shows and if it wasn’t too late sometimes you’d doordash Taco Bell or McDonalds.
She’d let Jack show her what he was doing while he fixed her car problems so she could learn. He’d take her fishing and she’d listen as he talked to her about the importance of a good hook and line. He even signed the both of you up for self-defense classes.
You became her family.
The two of you sat in the corner booth of a crowded bar, having taken a night off so you could be here. Jack opened up a tab just for her and told her she could cover her friends first round of drinks.
He vowed to stay all night so she could have a ride home, not trusting Uber or Lyft.
After how they met, he didn’t want to leave her for a second.
“So, you’re Jessie’s new ‘parents’.”
Jessie's mom was mean looking, but you scoffed.
“Well, someone has to do it.”
The woman rolled her eyes. “She’s an adult.”
“She’s barely 21, she’s a kid.” Jack spat. “I suggest you walk away before I say something out of order in front of my wife.”
You smiled and waved, sending her off. You knew it was petty, but you couldn’t help it. After everything you’ve been through with Jessie these past few years, you didn’t want to spare her mom a second glance.
Her mom walked away without a fight, just as both of you figured she would. When Jessie told you guys her mom was flying out for her birthday, you worried, knowing Jessie's mom would just try to make it about herself.
And she did. She stopped by the bar, complained about the location, wrote Jessie a check for $1oo, drank a dirty martini with a sour face, and was out the door.
But Jessie couldn't even bring herself to care, not in the way she usually would.
She was getting better. Much, much better.
Jack paid for a therapist. The guy was in jail. Her friends stood by her side through everything. And she didn’t eat hospital ice cream as much anymore. Though, jack always kept it stock both in your freezer and hers. Just in case.
“Parents, huh?” You teased, bumping his shoulder once it was just you two.
Jack shrugged, “Maybe more like overly involved aunt and uncle.”
Just then, Jessie came bounding over with her friend, Olivia, the same one who had brought her to the ER that night.
“You guys remember Olivia, right?!”
Jack nodded, standing to give Olivia a friendly hug, stepping away to allow you to cut in for one.
“Couldn’t forget. You can add her drinks to my tab too.”
“Really?!” Olivia’s eyes widened as she beamed, “Thank you Mr. Abbot!”
Jack corrected her, “Jack.”
“Right, got it! Jack.” She gave your husband finger guns. “Jessie, let's go get drinks.”
“I’ll be right there.” Jessie assured her friend with a hand on her arm before turning to you guys.
“Thanks, dad.” She hugged Jack before running away to find her friend. Jack didn’t even have a moment to react or hug her back before she was gone.
Jessie had never called either of you mom or dad. Though, that is how she viewed you guys. She felt ridiculous, being an adult and calling people who weren’t technically her mom and dad, her mom and dad. She always thought it would be dumb if she did. But she’d had a few drinks already, and the name just kind of effortlessly rolled off of her lips.
You clutched Jack’s bicep, looking up at him with adoring eyes.
Do you know how hard it is to make a traumatized teenager feel comfortable enough around you for her to call you her dad?
You wanted to say out loud, but you let him bask in his moment.
Answer is, pretty damn hard. And he’d done it. In just a few short years.
“She called me dad.” His voice was quiet, uneasy, he didn’t trust himself, knowing his voice would break if he tried to talk any louder.
Jack Abbot was tough, badass.
But more than anything else, he was soft. He was tenderhearted, and kind.
A real man.
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a kinda wanna write more side blurbs for this au... thoughts? comments? concerns? lmk!
Summary: You find out your roommate Namjoon is an OnlyFans creator and had a collab fall through. He is worried about making rent on time and asks you to be in a video with him to help him make his deadline. Before you make your decision, you do your own research.
Preview: “Did you like what you watched?” He persisted, taking another sip of his drink.
“I uh, didn’t watch anything. I just scrolled really.” You lied very unconvincingly.
“You know, these walls are very thin.” He explained, using his finger to tap against the eggshell white paint of the kitchen. “Any little sound, or buzzing noise, can be heard very well. So let’s try answering that question again.”
Content Warning: 18+ NSFW. NO MINORS. Service Dom! Namjoon. Sub! Reader. Reader is kind of annoying and pushy in the beginning for the plot sorry. Masturbation (f). Mention of watching porn w description of m/m videos (bisexual Namjoon), solo videos, and m/f videos. Talk about porn/sex. Nipple play. Dry humping. Oral sex. (M and f receiving) Fingering. Major overstimulation. Multiple orgasm. Pussy worship. Use of sex toys. Squirting. P in V. Dirty talk. Use of pet names like: baby, good girl. Praise. Birth control is implied idk.
Tag list: @woohwachaos @mintyunho @nowornevermarie @dayho3 @hoofymalone @auxiny @daeteez @b-tangkitten
Namjoon was a pretty decent roommate. You had connected with him on Facebook while searching for somebody to move into your spare room in your apartment when your last roommate moved out unexpectedly. He was quick to take you up on the offer.
He kept things tidy, relatively quiet. He read a lot and liked to sing in the shower. Your schedules seem to be quite the opposite: while you were at work, he was home. And while you were home, he was out or hidden away in his room. Your interactions were always pleasant. He was a genuinely nice guy who even left you meals in the fridge if he had any food left over from his dinner. You didn’t know much about him: who his friends were, where or what he did for work, or even what his last name was but he paid rent on time and didn’t bring drama. That’s all you could ask for.
You sat in your shared living room watching tv, lounging and relaxing after work when Namjoon came out of his room with a frustrated look on his face. His fingers were furiously typing against his phone screen.
“Hey.” You greeted him. “Didn’t realize you were home.”
“Uh, yeah.” He said without looking up, still focused on whoever he was texting.
“Is everything okay?” You asked, never having seen him in any mood other than a pleasant one. He took a second to glance up at you, a fake and tight smile on his face.
“Yeah. All good.”
“Okay.” You shrug. “You just seem a little stressed out or something.”
“It’s just a work thing.” He said, brushing it off but this peaked your interest never hearing him mention anything about his work. Or much of anything really.
“Oh? Anything I can do to help?” You offered causing Namjoon to snicker a bit, a laugh that made you feel a bit insecure for some reason. Almost as if he was laughing at some sort of an inside joke. “What’s so funny?”
“I uh- I don’t think this is something you could help me with.” He said, plopping down on the couch beside you in a huff. This was the first time you had had a conversation this long, let alone sat so close together. It excited you a bit.
“Come on, I’m good at my job. I’m a supervisor. I manage a whole team. I’m sure I can help you out with whatever is going on.” You pushed. “What kind of work are you in?”
“Well,” he hesitated, “Im a content creator.. I guess you could say.”
“Oh, that’s cool. Maybe I’ve seen some of your work.” You said excitedly while taking your phone out. “What platforms are you on?”
“I definitely don’t think you’ve seen my content or I think we would have crossed that bridge by now.” He chuckled, a hint of a darker tone behind his words that you caught onto quickly.
“What? Am I crossing the line or something?” You ask, panicking a bit. “I’m sorry. I just haven’t gotten to know you so I guess I got a bit excited.”
“Well, although that’s very cute, I don’t know if this is something I’m ready to share with you.”
“Do you make cringey videos or something?” You chuckle but Namjoon didn’t laugh along with you.
“No.” He said, sighing deeply. “Definitely not cringey.”
“Okay, you kinda have to tell me now. I’m way too curious.” You pester, not allowing him to shy away from the topic. He groaned, running both his hands through his hair dramatically before finally giving you an inch.
“Do you promise not to judge me?”
“I promise.” You say, crossing your heart like a school-girl. “Cross my heart.”
“Oh god-okay.” Namjoon rolled his eyes at your cliche but continued. “I make content for Only Fans.”
“Wait, isn’t that.. the porn site?” You ask with a bit more emphasis on the word porn than Namjoon appreciated.
“You said you wouldn’t judge.”
“I’m not I’m just.. I guess I can’t really picture you doing.. that.” You said, your voice still full of judgment. Namjoon was admittedly very, very, attractive. But in more of a ‘hot teachers assistant’ way. He was tall, studious, and came off very private. You couldn’t imagine him filming himself and posting it for others to watch.
“You mean you don’t think I can fuck?” He said, snickering a bit.
“No! I mean, yes. Not that I’ve imagined you having sex. I haven’t. But I just didn’t take you as somebody who would, you know, record yourself doing that for money.” You said, a bit of panic in your voice. “There’s nothing wrong with that! Nothing wrong at all. I mean, you always pay rent on time so I don’t care.”
“Well, that’s kinda the problem.” He grumbled. “I was supposed to shoot a new video I promised my subscribers with this new amateur actress and she cancelled. My other creator friends are all unavailable so, I might be fucked out of rent this month.”
“Oh-uh.. I can see how that would be frustrating.” You say, not knowing the best way to comfort him in this scenario while also worrying about the other half of your apartments rent money in the back of your mind. “Can’t you just.. do something else?”
“My subscribers are waiting on a new video with a partner. If I post a solo video I’ll have to refund a whole bunch of subscriptions and I’ll be fucked. No pun intended.” He groaned.
“You really have enough subscribers to pay your rent every single month?” You say in complete shock, glazing over his entire issue.
“Yes.” He sighed. “For now.”
“Holy shit.” You mumble. “Well, do you have a backup plan?”
“No. Not unless you want to take one for the team and be in the video with me.” He said, laughing a bit.
“Oh, you’re hilarious.” You rolled your eyes.
“I’m joking. Plus, you’re a virgin right?”
“That’s fucking rude.” You scoff.
Namjoon’s eyes scanned you up and down, sizing you up. You suddenly felt a bit self conscious and covered yourself by crossing your arms.
“You know, maybe that’s not such a bad idea after all.” He lifted his finger to his lips like he was pondering a deep thought. “Yeah, that could totally work.”
“I’m lost. What are you going on about?”
“You should be in the video with me. If you want to, that is.” He said so casually you thought he was joking. You started to laugh, a small snort slipping out. When his face remained serious, your laughter cut off quickly.
“Wait- you’re not joking?”
“No. I have to pay rent somehow and you’re very pretty. I get tested for STD’s weekly and I’m clean.” He said very confidently. “Plus, I would do all the work. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than enjoying yourself.”
“I wouldn’t have to worry about anything? Of course I would. I’d be on camera!” You balked. “There’s like a million things I would have to worry about.”
“My content very much surrounds the pleasure of my viewer and the person I make content with if I do a video with somebody.” He put it simply. “I don’t expect you to do anything too performative. We can talk about what you like and dislike but, really, all you have to do is allow me to give you multiple orgasms for my own pleasure and yours.”
“Oh please.” You scoff, not believing a second of it. “I’ve seen porn before. It’s 90% blowjob followed by 3 pumps and a fake orgasm.”
“That’s porn made in a studio for men by men. I make porn for everyone but, mainly women. The majority of my subscribers are either women or people who identify as queer.” He explained. “Plus, I get off by getting people off.”
Although the idea was insane, his words admittedly made butterflies flutter around in your stomach.
“I don’t know.” You said, still not fully believing what he was saying. “I also don’t know how I feel about being recorded. What if people recognize me?”
“I can blur your face if you like.” He shrugged, unbothered. “I’m able to work with you to make you as comfortable as possible. We don’t even have to have sex if you don’t want you. You can just lay back and let me take make you cum a few times with my hands. My mouth. Maybe a toy if you have one..”
He trailed off, allowing you to envision the experience. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as well as between your thighs, although it made you feel a bit embarrassed. Your eyes glanced down to his hand. His fingers were long and almost delicate that suggested hidden skills and an expert touch. As your eyes traveled farther, you noticed he was hard. His bulge pressing up into his jeans in a size that was impossible to ignore.
“Oh.” You slipped without thinking, your eyes snapping away quickly. You had to fight hard not to look back down.
“Sorry.” He apologized, a smirk on his lips. “Like I said, I get off to getting others off. Even thinking about getting you off is enough to turn me on.”
You unintentionally pressed your thighs together which Namjoon noticed, satisfied. He knew he was having some sort of effect on you. Good or bad, he didn’t quite know.
“What are you thinking? Is this too much all at once?” He asked, his voice soothing.
“I still don’t know Namjoon.” You mumble. “I’m just.. nervous. About a lot. I’m not sure what to think about all this still.”
“I understand.” He nodded and stood up from his spot on the couch. “How about you sleep on it? Let me know tomorrow.”
You nodded, giving him a tight smile. He walked over to his bedroom door. But, before going inside he told you one more thing.
“Runch Randa.” He said, not elaborating.
“What?” You asked him, completely confused.
“My Only Fans name. Runch Randa.” Namjoon repeated. “In case you need to do some research.”
Namjoon slipped into his room without another word, leaving you with a peculiar decision to make by morning.
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You were still tossing and turning at midnight. Namjoon’s words repeating themselves over and over again in your mind. Should you or shouldn’t you? You thought to yourself. It would be easy to say no and help him cover rent this month. Secretly look for a backup roommate just in case this happens again. But truthfully, the thought about saying no disappointed you a bit. Not because you wanted to be on camera and wanted to sell sex with your roommate. But because Namjoon made sex with him sound so intriguing. And he must be good at it, right? If he was good enough to make money off of selling his sex it must be?
You wanted to call a friend and talk to them. Ask them what you should do but, you couldn’t. You didn’t want them to judge your roommate or you if you went through with it. Or worse, watch the video if you did. So instead, you opened the web browser on your phone and search his username. ‘Runch Randa.’
“Such an unsexy name for a sexy man.” You mumbled to yourself, and then clicked on his profile. He had a decent amount of subscribers. Not a crazy amount but, for his subscription cost, definitely enough where he could support himself with some change left over. His account was subscription protected but, thankfully, his account offered a 24 hour subscriber trial. All you had do to was create an account.
Once signed up, you scrolled through his long list of videos that he had sorted by categories. You first started in his “Solo” playlist. The thumbnail of the first video made your jaw practically hit the floor. It was Namjoon sat on a chair, only his torso shown, with his fist at the base of his thick cock.
You slapped your phone down on your chest and took a deep breath, completely freaked out by the fact that you had just seen your roommates dick. But, more importantly, that it looked like that. After taking a deep breath, you lifted your phone again and found enough bravery to press the play button.
The video was simple, one of the first he ever posted based on the date. Over a year ago. You watched with cheeks burning as his hand slowly stroked himself up and down, his wrist twisting each time he got to his head. Your eyes followed every movement, the time passing as if you were entranced. Suddenly, without warning, a soft moan left your phone speakers. You closed the video quickly, your heart racing along with a new pulse between your thighs. A new excitement bubbling. Before opening your phone again, you made sure to grab your headphones to enjoy Namjoon’s noises with more privacy.
You scrolled through more of his Solo playlist and found he had gotten more adventurous, using masturbator toys and even touching himself from behind as he grew more confident in front of the camera. You noticed about 6 months into his career he started to show his face, and enjoyed watching how his jaw would go slack whenever he would do something to himself that felt really good and how he would curse and clench his jaw when he came really hard. Before long, you had to come to terms with the fact you were wet from watching him.
You moved on and saw another category: “Partners” and was pleasantly surprised to find not just women, but very attractive men featured in the videos as well. There were few, seemingly new to his career. He must have only just started collaborating with other sex workers recently. You clicked on one with a pretty man with long blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail. He was shorter than Namjoon and had a tattoo on his ribcage but also one down his spine that was very nicely on display when Namjoon bent him over.
His needy whimpers made your entire body feel hot. Too hot. You quickly clicked out and went to another video. You found one of Namjoon with a female creator. She was beautiful, of course. And Namjoon had pulled her over his face, making her sit right on top of him. You watched in awe as she quivered and twitched above him, whimpering as devoured her from down below. Even muffled by her thighs, you could still hear the audio of his lips sucking on her click and tongue licking up her arousal. His hands planted firmly on her thighs so she would not squirm away. Her moans were so pornographic it almost made you jealous. Almost. Overall, you were just incredibly turned on.
The pulse between your legs was impossible to ignore now, your panties now soaked from watching your roommate eat this girl alive. As you watch her cum on his tongue, convulsing above him as he held her steady until she came down from her high, you decided you couldn’t fight it any longer. Opening the drawer in your bedside table, you pulled out your vibrator and pushed it under your panties.
You went back to a video you had scrolled by previously, a solo video. You pressed play and watched as Namjoon stroked himself, one hand firmly at his base while the other focused on stroking his swollen cockhead. He was leaking precum, his deep voice dribbling out nonsense. You clicked the first speed on your vibrator, a small gasp slipping through your lips as the sensation hit your engorged clit.
“Fuck baby, you look so pretty playing with yourself for me.” He said, his voice deeper than normal. Your heart raced as if he could actually see you but, this only made it that much more exciting. You found yourself settling down in your bed further, spreading your legs into a wider butterfly position. The fabric of your panties tightening against you as you spread your legs that pushed your toy even harder into you.
“Are you making yourself feel good for me? Such a good girl.” His honey voice cooed in your headphones. Without realizing, a small whimper slipped out of your lips. You tried your best to control yourself, biting down on your bottom lip as you continued to watch. You started to move your vibrator in circular motions against yourself, matching the pace that Namjoon was using to stroke himself. It didn’t take long for the heat of an approaching climax to start to build.
“Are you going to cum for me? Hmm?” He grunted, the speed of his fist picking up speed, his wrist twisting and milking him harder. “Going to be a good girl and cum for me?”
You found yourself nodding pathetically as if he could see you. Your hips bucking up into your toy, pressing up into it hard, wanting more. You clicked the power one more time, upping the speed. You were right there, on the brink.
“Fuck- that’s it baby. Cum with me.” Namjoon grunted. And you watched as his eyes fluttered shut and his hips twitched as he pumped himself empty into his hand. The sight on the screen making you go over the edge, cumming hard against your toy. A small moan escaping your throat before you could stop yourself.
When your orgasm subsided, you pulled off your completely ruined panties, the apex of your thighs still pulsing with the aftershocks of your climax. You knew for certain now you were definitely interested in sleeping with Namjoon. That was fact. But being on camera? That was a component you weren’t sure about yet. Namjoon said he could blur your face which took care of that but, the worry still was in the back of your head. There were so many angles, so many things others could notice about you that you didn’t want them to. What if you sounded weird? Your stomach bunched up in a weird way? Did you have a strange looking vagina or weird shaped nipples? Did Namjoon even want to sleep with you? Or was he just desperate to make content?
“Ugh..” you groaned, throwing your arms above your face, sleepiness catching up to you. You decided to make up your mind in the morning.
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You were eating a piece of toast when Namjoon emerged from his room.
“Morning.” He greeted you, a hint of a smile on his face.
“Morning.” You felt your cheeks get warm instantly. “There’s coffee in the coffee maker if you want some.”
“Thanks.” He said and walked over to pour himself a cup. Black, no sugar or milk. “So, did you enjoy your research last night?”
You cough, choking on your bite of food which made Namjoon laugh.
“I get a notification every time somebody subscribes. Even if it’s with the free trial. Maybe using your first name in your username isn’t the best idea in this scenario.” He explained with a cocky grin.
“Oh, I see.” You said sheepishly, trying to avoid eye contact. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Did you like what you watched?” He persisted, taking another sip of his drink.
“I uh, didn’t watch anything. I just scrolled really.” You lied very unconvincingly.
“You know, these walls are very thin.” He explained, using his finger to tap against the eggshell white paint of the kitchen. “Any little sound, or buzzing noise, can be heard very well. So let’s try answering that question again.”
“God- please spare me.” You grown, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, I’m being mean. I just like to tease.” He chuckled. “But, I take it you enjoyed what you saw?”
You adverted your eyes completely and couldn’t bear to look at him however, the familiar pulse between your thighs returned at the memory and also his forward words. He was still patiently waiting for an answer and you knew he wouldn’t drop this topic without one.
“Yes.” You mumbled shyly.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Namjoon reassured you. “That just means I’m doing my job well. I take it as the highest compliment. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
You smiled softly and gave him a shy nod, finally meeting his eyes. You finished your toast and he finished his coffee in silence before he finally spoke again.
“Have you given any more thought to helping me out today?” He asked the million dollar question. Well, more like the $1500 question.
“Yes, I have.”
“Have you decided? Or are you still unsure?” Namjoon persisted, still remaining composed and polite. He leaned against the kitchen counter. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his shirt hugged his pecks as he leaned back against the granite, making your mouth go a bit dry.
“I uh- I’m still a bit unsure of some things.” You said with a weak voice since he had stolen your breath just simply by existing. He nodded and thought for a moment before continuing.
“Well, tell me what you’re sure of and then we can go from there.”
“Oh. Well.. you’re very attractive.” You admitted which made him smile a genuine smile. His dimple showing deep in his cheek. “Very, very attractive. It seemed like you know what you’re doing and are good what you do. And I’d like to sleep with you.”
“Okay.” He said, his head cocking to the side with his eyebrow raised. “It sounds like that’s all we really need. So, I guess I’m a bit confused on what’s holding us back here.”
“I just- what if people don’t like how I look? What if after all of this you still have to refund people anyway because you slept with somebody who looks like me? I mean, do you event want to sleep with me? If you didn’t have to make this video would you have ever pursued me? Because you’ve never tried.”
“I got hard just thinking about getting you off.” He said simply. “I got off last night listening to you get off. Just knowing you were watching my videos drove me crazy. Of course I want to fuck you.”
“You got off to me?” You ask him with surprise.
“Yes. And the only reason why I haven’t tried sleeping with you before is because you’re my roommate and in the past that.. complicated things. I didn’t want drama. But I can’t deny that I’ve thought about it. Many times.”
“So, you do think I’m attractive?”
“Yes. Very much so. And so will my subscribers but, that’s not the point. I just want to make you feel good and I know I can. If you are so gracious to let me.” Namjoon pushed himself off the counter and walked over to you. He took his hand and grabbed your chin gently, lifting your face up to look at him. Your lips trembled and your heart raced. “I want to make you cum. Over and over. You won’t see the camera and I’ll make sure of that. It will just be us.”
“C-can you blur my face?” You whispered, your voice shaking.
“Yes. Anything you need to make you feel comfortable.”
“Then.. okay. I’ll be in the video.” You tell him, agreeing to his proposition.
“Good girl.” He smirked and then pulled away from you. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
You finally took a breath, realizing you had been holding it for some time. Your head was spinning slightly but you had to focus as you had more questions to answer.
“I need to know what you’re comfortable with. What you like.”
“Hmm? Oh- I’m sure anything is fine.”
“No. I need direct answers.” He said very seriously. “This is sex but this is also my work. I need to be professional and make sure you’re not uncomfortable. Are you okay with kissing on the lips?”
“People have been not okay with that?” You ask him in shock, wondering how you could enjoy sex without doing such a thing.
“Different people have different boundaries. Especially if the person who creates this sort of content has a significant other outside of this line of work.” He explained. “So, I take that as a yes?”
“Yes. I’m okay with kissing.” You told him with butterflies in your stomach.
“Okay. Can I touch your breasts? Do you like nipple okay?” He asks it so casually you had to repeat the question to yourself in your head a few times before answering.
“Yeah.” You mumble. “I do.”
“Good.” He pursed his lips, thinking. Mapping out the video in his head. “Am I allowed to finger you? Go down on you, if you’re comfortable enough?”
“Yes.” You gulped. Your mouth felt dry again, as if he had stolen every drop of moisture from your body and sent it pooling down between your thighs.
“What about toys? Can I use one on you?” You could see him getting hard in his pajama pants at the thought. It made you press your thighs together just at the sight of his bulge, especially knowing now just what he was hiding under the fabric.
“I think you’re going to kill me but, yes.” You told him which made him laugh darkly.
“I’m going to push your limits for sure.” He admitted. “But that’s all the fun. I want you to feel pure bliss. I’ve already made you cum once.”
“That doesn’t count.” You argued, your cheeks burning.
“Oh yes, it does. And I’m going to make sure there’s plenty more where that came from.” He said, grabbing his cock in his hand through his pants. “Can I fuck you?”
“Yes. I really want you to do that.”
“Noted.” He almost laughed at your expression of pure lust, feeling flattered. “What about anal? Can I eat your ass?”
“Oh, uh. I don’t know- I’ve never really..” you started to feel a bit nervous and unsure. Maybe even a bit scared which he picked up on instantly.
“Don’t worry. We won’t do anything like that today. Is there anything else I should know before I go set up and shower?” He asked you and you thought long and hard but shook your head no.
“Okay. Give me two hours and knock on my door. I’d say wear something cute but, it will come off regardless.” He smirked. “See you soon baby. I’m looking forward to it.”
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The hours flew by as you rushed to prepare for your on-camera “debut”. You made sure to scrub your whole body, shave it nice and bare, and did your makeup to perfection. You knew exactly what you would wear: a matching sheer black lace panty and bra set that left little to the imagination. You tossed an oversized shirt over yourself to conceal your undergarments that fit you almost like a dress, not wanting to come off too strong and show up at Namjoon’s door half naked.
Your heart pounded as you made your way to his room. You were both anxious and terrified to experience what waited for you on the other side of his door. You took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the doorframe. Moments later, it opened and Namjoon was there to greet you. His frame feeling even taller than normal, towering over you.
“Hi beautiful.” He said warmly. “Are you ready?”
He was shirtless, wearing nothing but loosely fitted grey sweatpants that hung off his waist. A silver chain around his neck. He looked divine.
You smiled shyly and nodded. He smiled back and lifted his hand to caress your cheek, trying to calm you.
“We can stop at any time. Okay?”
“I know.” You told him.
“I’ll take good care of you. I’ll make you feel amazing.” He told you, reaching for your hand and leading you into his room. You stepped in slowly and glanced around, trying your best to not be obvious as you searched for the video camera. You thought you would see a tripod, a camcorder, something technical. Instead all you saw was a plush king size bed, a bookcase on the wall overfilled with books that seemed to be one title away from collapsing, and a window filled with plants that had leaves cascading to the floor. His room was inviting and cozy. Comfortable.
“Not what you expected?” He asked, catching your eyes wandering.
“Did you not set up yet?” You asked him.
“I told you, you won’t see the cameras. But they’re here. They’re recording. I’ll show you where after. Right now, it’s just me and you.” Namjoon reassured you and pulled you close to him. He lifted your chin up, leaving your lips inches from his. You could smell his minty breath against your face, coaxing you in.
“Are you sure you still want to do this?” He whispered against your lips.
“Yes.” You told him. “I want you.”
“Good.”
Namjoon pressed his lips against yours softly, allowing the kiss to become deeper as you melted against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, allowing his hands to slide down over the curve of your back and over your ass. He smirked into the kiss when he found you opted to not wear shorts under your oversized shirt, and was instead wearing a pair of panties when his hands cupped your cheeks. When you felt his large hands squeeze your behind you couldn’t help but whimper into the kiss you were sharing.
You wrapped your arms around Namjoon’s neck and he lifted you up off the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist to carry you to his bed. He sat down on the edge with you on his lap straddling him. You both made out for a few minutes, getting familiar with each other until Namjoon started to play with the hem of your shirt.
“Can I take this off of you.” He asked you, nipping at your bottom lip. You nodded shyly and raised your arms for him to take it off and enjoyed the look on his face when he saw you clad in your lacy black set.
“Jesus Christ you were hiding that this whole time?”
Namjoon kissed down your neck slowly, placing open mouth kisses on your throat and collar bone until he reached the top of your bra. Using his hands, he gripped the top of each cup and pulled them down, allowing each of your breasts to spill out in front of him.
“Shit.” He sucked in a breath at the sight before him, relishing in it. “So fucking beautiful.”
He grabbed one breast in his hand, using two of his fingers to pinch at your hardened nipple. He tweaked and twisted it, the sensation shooting down between your thighs instantly. While he continued to toy with that nipple, he wrapped his plump lips around the other. He sucked on it gently while keeping his eyes on you, enjoying how your eyes fluttered each time the tip of his tongue flicked across the tip of your hardened bud.
You started to grind down against him. You could feel how hard he was against you, somehow growing harder and harder than he already was. His cock pressing up just right against you, his head pressing up into your clit. The friction felt amazing and soon you had soaked through your own panties, leaving a wet mark on his sweats. But you didn’t care. It felt too good.
“Mmm.” You moaned, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Your hips starting to pick up speed as you chased the growing burn between your thighs.
“Does it feel good baby?” Namjoon said, pulling his lips off your now puffy nipple. You nod frantically while your hips still rock against him. “Such a good girl for me.”
He placed his lips back on your nipple and continued his sensual torture. While he did so, down below, Namjoon made sure to buck his hips up to meet your movements which made the friction so much more precise and intense. After a few more minutes of this, you felt a familiar intensity building between your thighs. Your hips started to twitch and your movements became more desperate, breathing more shallow and rapid.
“Joon-“ you were going to warn him but he placed his lips next to your ear and shushed you quietly.
“Be careful pretty.” He whispered almost too quietly. “Don’t use my name. They don’t know my real identity.”
“S-sorry.” You mumbled and he pressed a warm kiss to the base of your jaw to silently accept your apology.
“Are you going to cum grinding on my cock baby?” He purred in your ear in a tone that made your head spin.
“Please.” You begged, your hips moving faster. Your pelvis pushing against his bulge even harder. “Please, can I?”
“I’m here to please you baby.” He told you, his fingers pulling a bit harder on your nipple. “Now be a good girl and cum for me.”
After a few more swings of your hips, you had your first orgasm. Namjoon held you tight against him while your body twitched and you shyly whined into his shoulder as you creamed in your panties. It was not earth shattering by any means, having been over clothing and not by Namjoon’s own hand but, felt so fucking good regardless.
“You make such cute noises.” He told you, nuzzling into your neck as you came down from your high. “I need to hear more. Lay down for me.”
He stood up, taking you with him and gently laid you down on the duvet with your legs still dangling off the edge. Namjoon placed his hands gently on your thighs and dragged them slowly upwards until his fingers reached the waistband of your panties. His eyes looked up and found yours, waiting for you to give him permission. With a small nod of your head, he wrapped his fingers around the fabric and slowly dragged the black lace downward. You lifted yourself upwards to help him shimmy them off. As you did, you could feel the cold air hit your wet core that was covered in the remnants of your orgasm.
Once the fabric was off your body, Namjoon dropped it into a heap on the floor next to your shirt. You felt a bit shy and clamped your legs shut tight. You peered up at him through your lashes waiting for him to make his next move.
“Can I see?” He asked you with his hands placed on your knees again, his voice low.
You slowly parted your thighs for him and he watched as you opened up like a flower. Your folds glistening in your arousal, clit plump and still tingling. He thought he could cum just from looking at you.
“My god. Fuck.” He said, suddenly dropping to his knees to get a better look. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed which made you yelp a bit in surprise. He chuckled and placed a heavy kiss to your inner thigh and continued, getting closer and closer to your heat. You started to squirm as the anticipation was building. Not knowing if the next time his lips met your skin he would place them where you desperately wanted him most. But he was teasing now, nipping at your skin of your opposite thigh and you were getting impatient. Your hand reaching down for his hair and giving it a weak tug.
“So impatient.” He chuckled darkly. “Am I taking too long, baby?”
“You’re driving me insane.” You whine pathetically.
“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I do really want a taste of you.” He smirked. “You want me to eat your pussy pretty girl?”
“Fuck- please!” You groaned in frustration again.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Namjoon put his hands behind your knees and pushed your thighs back and apart towards your chest, leaving your pussy completely open and exposed to him. He dipped his head down and licked a heavy strip from the opening of your cunt to your clit, savoring every drop of your juices. His lips stopping to encircle your clit and suck on the swollen nub, his tongue massaging the tip slowly as he did so. Your back arched off the bed the second his tongue touched you with curses falling from your lips.
Namjoon took his time with you. His lips and tongue worked against your cunt slowly but with expertise, almost as if he was making out with it. The pleasure was almost excruciating and you desperately needed more. You grabbed onto the back of his head and laced your hands into his hair and pulled him forward into your pussy, burring him deeper. He hummed out a chuckle, the vibrations feeling immaculate, and you tried grinding against his face.
“Am I not satisfying you baby?” He pulled away to ask you, his lips and chin glistening in your slick with a mischievous smirk on his face. He was doing this on purpose.
“You are. You’re so fucking good. I just need more of you.” You beg him. “Please give me more.”
“Do you want..” he started to say while slowly bringing a finger up to tease your entrance to circle your dripping hole. “..to feel my fingers?”
You answered him only with a moan, unable to form actual words. He smirked and pressed two fingers against your entrance to gently push inside. You gasped as you felt the length of his long digits twist up inside of you, curving against the contours of your body perfectly. He watched and obsessed over the view of your pussy swallowing each inch of his fingers and how you clenched around them so beautifully each time he dragged them out slowly and pushed them back in with delicious force. His dick throbbed in his pants, leaking into his sweats.
When he felt you start to tighten more around him, he bent back down and reattached his tongue to your clit once again to lap at the sensitive bundle as he worked your cunt from below. The double pleasure made your eyes roll back into your head and jaw fall open in a silent cry with only a broken gasp managing to escape your throat. You felt your second orgasm approaching and approaching fast.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You chanted mindlessly, completely lost in the pleasure. Within seconds your walls clamped down around Namjoon’s fingers as you came dramatically around them and on his tongue, your legs dropping down around his neck like a vice grip and held him to your pussy where he graciously licked your cunt until you finished cumming.
When your legs finally relaxed and let go, he pulled away gasping for air. His face was plastered with a triumphant, wet, grin as he looked down at you completely collapsed into jelly on the bed.
“I hope you’re not tired yet baby. I still want to play with you.” He said and walked over to grab something from his nightstand. In his hand was dildo. Shiny and new. “I bought this just for you.”
He pressed the tip in-between your folds and dragged it up, rubbing the tip of the toy against your clit. You sucked in a breath bucked your hips the second it touched your swollen bundle of nerves.
“Still sensitive baby?” He asked you then tapped the toy a few times against your pussy which made your hips buck and you whimper.
“Yes but it f-feels so f-fucking good.” You say as your voice trembled.
“That’s my good girl.” He cooed at you while rubbing the toy between your folds as you squirmed against it. “If you want to take my cock you gotta show me how good you can take this one. Can you do that?”
“Yes. Yes, I can take it.” You practically begged. He smiled and leaned down onto the bed to hover over you to give you a deep kiss.
“I knew you would.”
Namjoon pressed the tip of the toy to your entrance and eased it inside of you one inch at a time. It slid into you easily and made your eyelids flutter as the girth filled you. Your walls clamped down around the silicone and started to pulsate due to the overstimulation and for a moment you swore you could have came just from having it pushed inside.
“You look so fucking sexy right now.” He whispered in your ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
He started to slowly pull the toy out of your cunt and, just as the tip almost made its way completely out of you, plunged the entire length of the toy back inside. The noise you made in response was nothing short of pornographic. He did it again, and again, picking up speed each time until he was ruthlessly fucking you with the toy while you could do nothing but relish in the building hot pleasure.
“You’re making quite the mess.” He teased, but his wrist did not slow as he relished in the sounds of your cries and the sounds he was pulling from your cunt. His eyes fixating down between your thighs where the colorful silicone slipped in and out of your swollen and sensitive folds that seem to be opening up more and more like a flower. He shifted on the bed once more and, without missing a beat, brought his free hand down between your thighs and started to use his thumb to rub heavy circles against your clit while still fucking you on his toy. The sensation was intense.
“Shit!” You screamed. “It’s so much.”
“But look how pretty your pussy looks being played with? It loves it. It wants to cum again.” He cooed. “Give me another.”
He switched from rubbing your clit with his thumb to his pointer and middle finger, rubbing it back and forth at a quick pace. The speed, mixed with the toy rubbing against your g-spot, had your third climax on the brink but this time it was different. It had only happened once, a long time ago while you were by yourself, and you didn’t think it would ever happen again. And you were afraid right now would be the time.
“W-wait, it’s too much-“ you tried warning him. “I think, I think I might-“
“Come on baby.” He said through gritted teeth, his fingers and wrist still working against you. “Don’t hold back. Fucking cum for me.”
You orgasmed again, this time your climax gushing out of your cunt and onto the duvet.
“Holy shit.” Namjoon said in shock. “Did you just squirt for me?”
“I tried to warn you.” You gasped, completely breathless. “I’m sorry.”
“Fuck- don’t be sorry. Just do it again.” He growled placed his fingers back against your clit once again, rubbing them back and forth quickly against the red and swollen nub. You screamed and came again instantly, squirting again all over him. “Oh, we’re going to have a lot of fun.”
You laid down, body convulsing in orgasm aftershocks while Namjoon stood up to drop his sweats. His rock-hard cock released from the waistband, his cockhead dripping in pre-cum from all the anticipation. He took his hand and collected the arousal and used it to pump his length a few times as he watched you lay before him in your glistening mess until you had collected yourself.
Watching him jerk off his big length brought you back to watching him for the first time on screen. It reminded you how bad you wanted him instantly, making up your mind in that exact moment that you needed him no matter what. Needed his cock. It made your mouth water.
“Can I suck your cock, baby?” You ask him, licking your lips. “Please.”
“No need baby. This is all about your pleasure.” He told you sweetly.
“I know. That’s why I want to.” You purred at him, twisting around on the bed and getting on your knees to crawl over to him. Your sudden forwardness exciting him, intriguing him. “Sucking your cock is for my pleasure.”
“Then I can’t say no to that, can I?” He said, placing his hand against your cheek and slowly lowering your face down to his cock.
You gripped the base of his shaft with one hand and stroked him at a slow pace, twisting your wrist as you worked him up and down. You put your lips on him, placing his head into your lips softly. You sucked on the tip gently as your wrist worked his shaft. Periodically, dipping your head down to take the entirety of his length into your throat until you felt him hit the back of it.
“Jesus-fuck.” Namjoon cursed under his breath as he took in the sight of you. He couldn’t believe how filthy you were, impressed with your skill. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat.”
You enjoyed working his length, savoring him and the grunts and groans he let out as you did so. Your pussy began to throb for him again between your thighs as you continued which you let him know by moaning as you sucked him, making vibrations run up his dick. You were working him so well, too well, and he had to stop you. He gently pulled you up and off of him, planting a hot kiss onto your messy lips before letting you go again.
“You did such a good job for me. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He asked you. “Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Namjoon pulled you forward and spread your thighs, settling between them. He lined himself up with your entrance and teased his head against your hole, running circles around it before pressing forward into you. You gasped feeling his girth spread you open and your back arched off the bed as you received him, your legs circling around his hips.
Namjoon leaned over you and placed his forehead against yours, wanting to be close. You felt his cock deep inside of you and he could feel your walls pulsing around his hard length. When he finally started to move, he used deep and slow strokes, ones that had his pelvis grinding hard against your clit each time he rolled his hips. The technique and feeling was beyond anything you had ever experienced with any other partner you had slept with. It was fucking heavenly.
“Holy shit.. Joon..” you moaned, forgetting the rule about not being able to say his name. He didn’t panic quite yet, knowing he could manage a few edits here as long as it wasn’t that noticeable.
“Do you like my cock baby?” He whispered into your ear, only for you to hear and not the camera this time. Truly enjoying fucking you.
“Fuck yes.” You practically cried as he continued to roll his hips deeply into you. “Your cock is so fucking perfect.”
Between his deep strokes and the friction of his pelvis against your clit, it wasn’t long before you started to cum again. Your walls clamping down around his cock and almost taking him with you before he was ready to.
“You didn’t squirt for me? That just won’t do.” He tsked and walked over to his side drawer to pull out his secret weapon: a magic wand vibrator. You almost ran out of the room when you saw it.
“Please- I don’t know if I can.” You told him weakly, holding up your hands in defense.
“Of course you can baby.” He said, pressing the bulbous end of the wand into your puffy clit. “I know you can.”
He pressed the on button and brought the toy to life. The lowest setting was already so powerful and had your body practically levitating off the bed. Namjoon pressed down on your pelvis to keep you on the mattress and slipped his cock back into your cunt, making you scream out in ecstasy. He wasted no time fucking into you. It wasn’t slow or romantic. This was pure fucking and his goal was to make you completely break this time. Reach pure bliss.
“Fuck! Joon! Oh my god! Joon, please!” You begged for something you weren’t even sure you were ready for. “Please Joon give it to me!”
He pressed a button on the wand one more time and made the speed go one level higher. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hips lifted off the bed completely as you felt the pleasure take over you, Namjoon never ceasing his thrusts. You felt your cheeks start to burn and lips quiver. Your vision began to blur.
“Joon, I’m gonna cum-“ you gasped in broken breaths.
“Cum.” He ordered you, pressing the wand into your clit as hard as he could and hitting the speed button one last time to take you to the third and most intense speed.
You came dramatically, gushing all over Namjoon’s cock and abdomen. Namjoon continued to fuck you, enjoying the view of you spraying your orgasm all over each time he pulled out of you and pushed back in. This continued until he finally came himself, filling you up and collapsing on top of you.
You both laid wrapped in each others arms with chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Namjoon stroked your hair, brushing it carefully from your face and placing a careful kiss against your temple.
“Are you okay? Do you need water?” He asked you gently.
“I will in a little. Right now I just need to lay here.” You told him, feeling much too exhausted to even sit up in that moment.
“Thank god because I’m tired too.” He laughed which you couldn’t help but join in as well. “Did you enjoy that?”
“It was.. beyond.” You shook your head in disbelief. “You’re really good at what you do.”
“So you don’t regret it?” He asked you with a tone of hopefulness.
“Namjoon you just made me cum like, what, five times?”
“Six.” He corrected you.
“Six. So, no. I wouldn’t say I regret anything.” You giggle. “Did you enjoy it, at least?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes I did. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a session that much before.” He admitted to you with a smile on his face.
“Good. Speaking of which. Where are the cameras?” You asked him, looking around the room.
“Ah so-“ he said, raising his hand to point just before you at the bookcase that stood in front of his bed. “In between those two books on the middle shelf is one of my cameras. Tiny right? And then-“
You followed his finger over to the window where he kept all his plants and saw, tucked away between lush green, another camera.
“And then one more.” He said, pointing above you both to find a small camera secured to one of the blades of his ceiling fans that almost camouflaged into the color of the wooden blade.
“Wow, you really got all the angles didn’t you?” You told him, giggling.
“Yes. I have my editing cut out for me.” He chuckled. “I just hope me muting you screaming my name doesn’t make the footage too unwatchable or else.. we may have to reshoot.”
“Oh-shit. I’m so sorry.” You felt terrible, and a bit embarrassed. “I got so lost in it.”
“I’m only kidding. I’m just looking for some sort of excuse to sleep with you again.”
“Namjoon-“ you started to tell him, voice serious. “-if you think you can fuck me like that and I’m not going to come back for more, you’ve lost your mind. I’ll be in any video you want me to be in if you fuck me like that each time.”
Namjoon threw his head back in laugher and pulled you to his chest tightly.
“I definitely think we could make some good money making videos together yes but, I’d also like to fuck you not on camera. If you’re interested, that is.” He told you, his voice soft for words so suggestive. “Maybe we could even grab dinner sometime.”
“I’d love to.” You felt as if your heart could burst.
“Great.” He smiled widely and helped you sit up, your head still spinning a bit. “I’m going to order us some food and I need to edit this footage so I don’t miss my deadline. Do you want to help me?”
“Help you? I’m no help with editing?”
“Maybe not.” He shrugged but a hint of a smirk reached his lips. “But I might need help with my breaks since, you know, I’m going to get all worked up re-watching us fuck again.”
“Now that.. that I can help with.”
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PHEWWWWW THIS TO ME 7 DAYS TO WRITE YALL. I really hope you enjoyed!
Can you believe this is the fourth year we've been doing this?! And still going strong! I can't wait to see all the cool stuff everyone makes this year!
THE RULES:
1. Any type of fanwork is welcome so long as it features, or is otherwise inspired by, the Hermit of the day.
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3. Fanworks for one Hermit posted after the day rolls over to another Hermit’s day (per the US Central time zone) will be reblogged in one big queue in June. Keep an eye on the blog for our daily posts announcing the rollover!
4. Traced or stolen work is NOT welcome. If we discover you have posted traced or stolen work, you will be given one chance to delete it and apologize, or you will be blacklisted from the blog. AI-generated/assisted pieces are similarly unwelcome and will not be featured on the blog.
5. We are not interested in seeing captions or tags in which you disparage your art/skills, and will not be reblogging posts where this happens. We’re all improving all the time. Be kind to yourselves.
6. Technically not a rule, but we strongly recommend adding alt text or description to all images. Click here to learn more about writing alt text - it’s pretty easy!
WHY SHOULD I PARTICIPATE?
To show love to every Hermit, from the most to least subscribed, from those who have been on the server from day one to those who only joined last season! And because challenges are fun! And because we are AGAIN out here for a good cause: we’re running another fundraiser for Gamers Outreach, featuring incentives from seven incredible artists! Learn more about our featured artists here.
WHO’S RUNNING THIS?
Hi! My name is Luna! You can use ze/hir, she/her, he/him, or ro/ros/roseself pronouns for me. My main blog is @as-if-unreal.
I have three additional amazing mods helping me out this year as well: Sky ( @skyspersonalhell ), who uses any pronouns, Ducks ( @a-suspicious-number-of-ducks ), who uses she/her pronouns, and Rel ( @relgnira ), who also uses she/her pronouns!
I WANT TO GIVE YOU MONEY TO PAY YOUR FEATURED ARTISTS AND GET COOL RAFFLE ITEMS FOR FUTURE EVENTS. IS THERE A WAY I CAN DO THAT? MAYBE A WAY THAT INVOLVES GETTING COOL STICKERS OF THE HERMITS?
Wow, what a specific and relevant question! You can buy sticker sheets here! All proceeds go toward the betterment of the event - and, if I may say so myself, our artists did a pretty good job on these stickers.
BONUS DAY PROMPTS EXPLAINED UNDER THE CUT
FAVORITE “ALT” HERMIT - May 4th
HoTGuY and Poultry-Man. Helsknight and Evil Xisuma. Renbob and - look, you get the idea. This server is full of theater kids ready to toss on an alternate skin and play into a brand new character at the drop of a hat. Who’s your favorite alternate character a Hermit plays?
FAVORITE EVENT - May 9th
Something strange and hilarious is bound to happen anytime multiple Hermits play together. What's your favorite individual event that they've gotten up to? Maybe it was the Ghasketball tournament, or the great Perimeter cover-up, or that first fateful time Tango and Zed got together to cook clumsily. Show us!
OUTFIT SWAP - May 14th
What would Doc look like in Cleo’s Life Series leotard? What if Wels and Xisuma swapped their suits of armor? What laundry day mishap could lead Mumbo’s suit to lose its sleeves like Skizz’s? Only hilarity can come from this…
AU (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE) - May 18th
Celebrate your favorite fan AU or show us your own! Maybe you have an idea for what Impulse would look like as a Crystal Gem, what Jevin would be as a D&D character, or what the whole gang would get up to on the USS Enterprise. Or, of course, there's always the classics: superheroes, coffee shops... you know the drill.
FRIENDS OF HERMITCRAFT - May 23rd
There are plenty of shows, podcasts, competitions, other servers, and more woven into the internet ecosystem around Hermitcraft, and plenty more people involved in them. Today is for celebrating all of those who, while they may not be Hermits themselves, exist and entertain in proximity to them.
GROUPS AND COLLABS - May 28th
This month is all about one Hermit a day… but what we really love is when they interact with each other. What does your favorite duo or group of Hermits get up to together?
