#did not know i would be unable to remove that in the pics gonna have to go back there and do another photoshoot without it equipped lol 🤦🏻‍

[mariska]

started the journey of what will definitely end up being my 'evil ending' BG3 save file (i've been doing my best to keep my important near-end game big narrative decision moments in a few separate saves so i can go back and finish as many character/narrative endings as i want to with my Durge and thankfully it seems like i've done a pretty good job of knowing when to branch off the pre-decision save files so far lol) for my character Zore last night cus i finally forced myself to stop goofing around playing dress up at camp with all my fun lil clothing trunk mods (v real unintentional problem for me with this game, goes from rpg to sims character creator mode in a matter of seconds if i do not focus on actually playing through missions and the story dhsjssbsbsbd) and made it not quite to the Orin boss fight yet but to the whole 'Murder Tribunal' sacrifice chamber place where u have the absolute displeasure of meeting and interacting with Sarevok face to face. (fun voice though he sounds like hes always right about to tell me that A Soul Still Burns. that was a Soul Calibur title screen joke. thank u)

anyways i share all of this because when Mr. Misogyny Targaryen and i were having our initial Bhaalspawn-to-Bhaalspawn lore discussion and i told him that like, yeah, i'm kind of already on my way At This Moment to go kill Orin mainly because she kept showing up at my camp saying we should totally kill each other and leaving me threatening notes also saying that we should totally kill each other (and legitimately applauding me for killing Gortash. thanks queen appreciate the support. top ten notes addressed to my character in the whole game), he was like, "yes wonderful SOMEBODY has to end her silly GIRL reign and replace all of her stupid GIRLISH shrines on behalf of Big Strong Bhaalspawn Men Everywhere" or whatever.

and im standing there like. sure dude yeah whatever u say. and went thru my whole Durge Blood Baptism situation and then immediately spent the next Actual Real Life Non-Video Game Earthly Hour doing this with the new photo mode from patch 8:

[jcwriting]

There’s A First Time For Everything

summary ↬ namjoon has never had a blowjob before. you’re about to change that.

pairing ↬ idol!namjoon x reader

genre ↬ smut, pwp (im not kidding there is zero plot to this), fluff, (new) established relationship 

word count ↬ 2.8k

warnings ↬ swearing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, reader has a painful thigh kink (don’t we all), overuse of the word thigh

authors note ↬ listen,,,,i saw that picture of namjoon in shorts (you know the one) and i just,,,lost it. also, this is my first time posting fic for bts and im shitting bricks about it so pls be nice to me!!!!! i hope you enjoy this quick (thirsty) little ode to namjoon’s thighs. pls let me know what you think!

also, the gif above haunts me. everyday. okay, enjoy.

“I want to give you a blowjob.”

Namjoon choked on the swig of water he had just taken. The two of you were watching TV. Actually, Namjoon was watching TV. You were sitting on the floor at the coffee table with your laptop out to answer some work emails. But, you were distracted. Specifically by Namjoon’s shorts. More specifically, Namjoon’s thighs in said shorts. The smooth golden skin was begging for your lips and your fingers itched to scratch your nails down to his knees. Then, your eyes naturally glided further up to the apex of his thighs. Where you knew his cock was resting. Again, just begging to be in your mouth. The thought of your jaw and throat aching while he lost it above you consumed your mind. All hope was lost then.

“You…um. Sorry. You want to do that?”

You cocked your head to the side. “Uh, yeah. Wait, did you want me to ask? I’ll ask. Can I give you a blowjob? Please?”

Namjoon chuckled. “No, no. You don’t have to ask. It’s just, y’know, are you sure?”

“Yes,” you said slowly. What was he not getting? “Do you not want one?”

“No! No, oh my god. I want that. I definitely want that. That’s not the issue.”

“Then, what is?”

Namjoon blew out a breath that fluttered the hair that rested on his forehead. He cupped the back of his neck and rubbed awkwardly. “I’ve never had someone do that to me before. So-”

“What?” You would have been less shocked if he had told you that he was a closeted furry. The two of you had only been dating for about a month so the in-depth what things did your ex do in bed conversation hadn’t been fully fleshed out yet. You knew he had lost his virginity to his previous girlfriend and they had had a healthy sex life, so you had just assumed that him receiving oral was part of that. Yet…this man, this absolute Adonis of a man had never gotten his cock sucked? It was the most absurd thing you had ever heard in your life. “Hold on. You had a girlfriend before me, right? She didn’t go down on you? Ever?”

Namjoon looked like he wanted the couch to swallow him whole but you barely noticed. You were too busy experiencing the shock of your fucking life. “I did. But she - uh, no. She didn’t want to and I didn’t want to pressure her.”

Your heart melted a little before you shut your laptop. Healthy sex life your ass. You were sucking this mans dick and that was final. “I’m going to give you a blowjob, Namjoon. Right now.” You turned to him and began crawling forward. His eyes flew to your ass that swayed in the air and he audibly swallowed. “If you don’t want me to then you need to tell me within the next thirty seconds.”

“Oh God,” he whimpered and spread his legs a little wider. You were salivating. “Yes. As long as you’re sure-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a heavy groan as your hands slid up his thighs. Finally, you smiled to yourself as you bent your fingers and allowed your nails to dig into the meat of his inner thigh.

“I have a thing for your thighs,” you murmured. “Never realized I had a thigh kink until I met you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to ride your thighs. Will you let me?”

“God, yes.” Namjoon went to reach for your arms but you batted his hands away. This wasn’t about you right now. This was about him. You reached for your hair and quickly pulled it into a sloppy bun. His eyes followed your movements and you didn’t miss how the bulge in his shorts twitched.

“I need you to tell me if I do something that you don’t like, okay? I want to make you feel good. Don’t be afraid to talk to me. If you like something, let me know. If not, then definitely let me know.” Namjoon nodded feverishly. His eyes were almost black and his chest was straining against his white top. You smirked to yourself. This was going to be fun.

Bending down, you pressed a kiss to the top of his thigh. Your mouth dragged along his skin and you relished in the way he quivered beneath you. Following the seam of his leg before doing the same on the other. Nails pressed little crescent moons into his flesh before your thumbs smoothed over the marks. Your nose lifted the loose material of his shorts up to his hips and skimmed the exposed areas as your tongue reached out to flick the little freckle that found a home on his hip before you set your sights on his dick that was straining for you. Lips that had previously kissed his skin now moved to the fabric that jailed his heavy cock. Sitting back, your thumb traced the underside of his dick softly before you barely brushed over the head. The cotton dragged against your finger and Namjoon huffed loudly before lifting his hips further into your touch.

“Don’t tease.” Namjoon’s voice had lowered a few octaves and the deep tone had you clenching your thighs. His hands fisted the pillows next to him and you could feel the restraint he was exacting on himself through the trembling of his muscles.

“I’m not,” you promised. “I’m just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am. Swear to God.”

Unable to keep the smile off your face, you nodded and reached for the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips and helped you shove the material to his ankles. That was when you realized two things.

One, he was right. His cock laid thick and proud on his stomach and was weeping for you. He was of average length but his girth let you know that were going to struggle to fit him in your mouth. The thought only made you shiver in delight. A phantom pain panged in your gut when you took in the slight curve of the head, knowing it was going to hit everything you needed.

Second, he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. You never thought dicks were pretty. In fact, you were pretty resolute on that thought. Most likely due to the disgusting amount of unsolicited dick pics you had received in your life. But, Namjoon’s?  You wanted to take a picture, frame it and admire it whenever you wanted to. The skin that stretched around his width was a shade darker than the rest of him and his cock head, a pretty red color, made you want to see how far down you could get the flush to go.

You wrapped your hand around his length and twisted up. Namjoon’s back arched off the couch and a string of curses fell off of his lips. Your thumb collected the glistening pre-cum on his tip and used it to smooth your palm over him.

“I normally don’t say this,” you said as you became infatuated with the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, “but if you want to send me a dick pic, I definitely won’t complain. Like, ever.”

“B-baby, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back when your thumb pressed against the delicate skin that resided under the his mushroom tip.

You giggled lightly. “So sensitive. I’ve barely even started.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t give him a chance. You licked the vein that had caught your eye earlier and followed it to the top before enveloping the head of him into the heat of your mouth. You relished the broken groan that he let out. Several kitten licks were placed on his weeping slit before taking him deeper. You worked slowly, gauging his reaction as you took him further. He responded well, panting and moaning in encouragement, head still thrown back against the couch.

“You can look at me, you know,” you reminded him as he popped out of your mouth. Kisses were mouthed over the soft skin that was wrapped around the steel of his erection. Your hand used your spit as lube to tug him harder.

“Can’t,” Namjoon gasped. “Gonna blow my load if I watch you.”

“That’s kind of the whole point.”

“Not yet,” he whined. “I don’t want this to be over.”

You pinched his hip until he met your gaze, offering him a sweet smile. “This isn’t going to be the last time I get on my knees for you, baby.” You held his wide-eyed stare as you took him back into your mouth. Ignoring how his hands seemed to flutter around you, unsure of what to touch, you focused on sliding him further into your mouth. Then, you sucked hard, using your tongue to lave at the warm skin.

Namjoon lost it above you. He released a strangled moan that caused your core to absolutely gush. One hand finally tangled into your hair and the other gripped your shoulder with warning, which you ignored. You merely sucked and pulled harder. Namjoon’s hips flexed, causing the tip of him to slam into the back of your throat. Not expecting it, you couldn’t help but cough around him as your eyes watered.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry.” Namjoon used the hand on your shoulder to yank you off. His thumbs wiped at the tears that trickled down your cheeks, the concern etched across his face made you feel warm inside. “Shit, are you okay?”

“I am, promise,” you assured him. “Just give me a second, okay?”

He nodded while pushing back some of your hair that had escaped your sloppy up-do. You gently removed his hands before looking down at his length that was still clutched in yours. As much as he had shocked you, the thought of him fucking your face was not something you shied away from. Really, it was exactly what you wanted. But you needed to prep a bit first.

When you took him back in your mouth, you focused on relaxing the muscles in your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose, you slowly worked yourself further down until your nose was pressed into the base of him. Spit trickled out of your mouth and over his balls as you pulled back. You did this a few more times, working past your gag reflex and allowing your throat to get used to the intrusion.

Namjoon was anything but quiet as you deep throated him. It was honestly the sexiest thing you had ever heard. While your past lovers hadn’t necessarily been quiet, the praises Namjoon kept raining on you and the beautiful noises he made were music to your ears. Your body certainly agreed. Your cunt ached to be filled and the fabric of your panties was soaked through. But, you ignored your needs and focused on the panting man before you.

“Okay,” you nodded as you popped him out of your mouth. “I’m ready.”

It took Namjoon’s brain a few seconds to process what you said. He shifted restlessly on the couch cushions as you ran your hands over his thighs. “Huh? W-what did you say?”

“I’m ready for you to fuck my face.”

His pupils were blown wide as he stared at you with an open mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What if I want it to hurt?” You stared at him while purring the words that was his undoing. Namjoon’s eyes got impossibly darker as his chest expanded with a sharp intake of breath. He spread his legs wider and gently held the back of your head as he guided you down his shaft. You held eye contact with him as he cautiously raised his hips to meet your lips. Once he saw no signs of distress from you, he began thrusting more consistently as you bobbed your head to match his rhythm.

His steady movements didn’t last long but it didn’t bother you. You were more than happy to take over for him. Like you said, this wasn’t going to be the last time you worshipped his cock. The two of you had plenty of time to figure things out. Plus, knowing how much you clearly affected him gave you all the motivation you needed.

Your throat began to tense up again so you focused your attentions on his sensitive head and let your hands twist up to your mouth and back down. The sounds of your palm gliding along his slick skin and your lips sucking tightly filled the spacious living room. They were nearly drowned out by Namjoon, though.

“Baby, oh f-fuck…shit,” he keened loud and hard when your other hand moved to brush over his swollen balls. You cupped them gently and rolled them between your fingers. Even as he was practically thrashing against you, hips thrusting in an aimless rhythm, the hand he had originally placed on the back of your head remained there. He applied no pressure, allowing you to set the pace, but it also seemed to ground him. To remind him that this wasn’t a dream.

“M’gonna cum. Baby…baby, I’m gonna cum. Soon, oh God,” he babbled. You appreciated the warning but you didn’t need it. He was twitching wildly in your mouth and your tongue was coated with the salty essence of his pre-cum. In response, you ran your index finger on that sensitive spot behind his balls and that’s when Namjoon exploded.

Thick ropes of white shot down your throat, causing you to almost gag. Instead, you swallowed past the reflex and took as much as you could. By the fourth stream, a bit had managed to slip past the suction of your mouth and dribble down his cock. You were quick to clean up, licking at the mess the both of you had made before returning to his tip. You suckled the sensitive head until Namjoon practically shoved you away from him.

When you looked up you were met with a glorious sight. Namjoon was completely fucked out, twitching against the couch and his broad chest heaving for air. Sweat beaded his sharp jaw line and trickled down the column of his throat. His face was tilted towards the ceiling and his hair was haphazardly pushed off of his forehead. He looked completely ruined and entirely yours.

“Was that good?” You asked softly as you rose to your feet, ignoring the sharp ache in your knees. Namjoon made an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat that you took as a resounding yes. He cracked his eyes open and looked at you with such adoration you couldn’t help but blush.

“Really?” He murmured. “Don’t get shy on me now. You can’t just suck the life out of me one second and then start blushing like a school girl immediately after.”

“It’s called duality,” you muttered as your cheeks flushed darker. Namjoon snorted and reached for you, pulling you onto his lap. His spent cock nestled between your thighs and his eyes rolled back into his head when he felt the simmering heat through the fabric of your shorts.

“I need five minutes. Then, I swear to God, I’m going to eat you out like you deserve.”

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. “You don’t have to. This wasn’t a quid pro quo situation. I gave you a blowjob because I wanted to. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“It’s either you give me five minutes so that I can eat you out or ten minutes so I can fuck you into next week. You decide.”

His determination brought a smile to your face until you took in the purple bags under his eyes and how his eyelids kept drooping lower and lower. “How about a nap first, hm? I’ll decide after you get some sleep.”

Namjoon looked like he wanted to protest but you kissed him instead. His argument clearly wasn’t that strong because when you pulled away he was nodding in resignation. You helped him pull up his shorts and squealed when he lifted you up into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you let him carry you into the bedroom and wrap the both of you up in the comforter. You hadn’t planned on sleeping with him, wanting to get more work done while he slept. But the faint scent of his aftershave and the soft way he caressed your spine could lull an insomniac to sleep. Who were you to refuse?

“Wake me up when you decide,” Namjoon whispered into your hair. You nodded against his chest, and within minutes the two of you slipped into a deep slumber. Happy and content.

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Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Story Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic

Story Warnings: Phone sex, sexting, dirty and degrading talk, Bakugou’s really fluffy don’t @ me. 

a/n: I was going to do like... the fake text screenshots along with this story and draw the pictures that they are sending to each other, but I was just getting too frustrated with it and I couldn’t find the time I needed to do it all, so I’m just gonna go with normal text lol. Maybe next time! 

Tagging @lady-bakuhoe​​ ‘cause she’s been so excited about this and pumping me up about it, and @rhombea​​ ‘cause she read it over and helped me with it, and just because I adore them both.  (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

Art in banner by me

Me = Koge Cutesuki = Bakugou

Me 3:03 AM: I miss you, Katsuki. I can’t sleep. (>﹏<)

A small sigh left Koge’s lips as she stared at her phone screen, rolling over onto her side to face the wall. The spot beside her was empty, the pillow untouched and the sheets cold, which was something she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to. Sure, she had spent many nights alone when her lover was off on a trip or on a late-night job, but that didn’t matter. No amount of time could make her get used to being alone, not when she was so used to and craved his presence. It was truly miserable when he was gone, even though she did everything she could think of to try and distract herself. 

She spent time with her friends, watched movies, played video games, did yoga and meditation, went shopping, read books, and anything else she could possibly squeeze in so that the only time she was undistracted was while attempting to sleep. Along with texts and phone calls from him, she could get by, especially if the trip was only a few days or a week. But right now, he had been gone for a month. All the distractions in the world couldn’t stop her loneliness now, and what was worse, he was on the other side of the world in America. 

There was a huge hero conference being held in New York and being one of the top young heroes in Japan, he had been invited along with quite a few others. He was horribly busy, every day being either an event for the conference, meetings, or doing touristy things with his friends that had gone with him. Koge was glad that he wasn’t alone, with at least Kirishima and Midoriya there to keep him company, but damn was she jealous. She wished that she had been able to go with him, too, but her work responsibilities at home prevented her from leaving. 

It didn’t help that the times were so different on top of everything else. It was difficult for Koge to find time to talk to Bakugou for more than a few minutes over the phone, since he was 13 hours behind her in time. Right now, for him, it was just past two in the afternoon, meaning that he was probably in the middle of an event or maybe eating lunch. 

Meanwhile, Koge laid in bed, alone, cold, and bundled up in multiple fleece blankets for comfort as she waited for his response. 

When her phone buzzed in her hand sooner than expected, her eyes were instantly on the new text message, cuddling up tighter under the blankets. 

Cutesuki 3:07 AM: you need to try to sleep, utsuro. its late. 

Me 3:07 AM: I know, but… It’s hard without you. (｡•́︿•̀｡) I’m cold. 

Cutesuki 3:08 AM: i already know youre bundled up under all those fucking blankets, probably wearing my clothes, too. spray some of my cologne on my pillow or something. 

Me 3:08 AM: You know me so well. ( ◡‿◡ *) I am just as you say. And I already put some on my pillow… I didn’t want to mess with yours. 

Cutesuki 3:09 AM: considerate. of course youre in my clothes, might as well throw all of yours out. 

Me 3:09 AM: Hehe… ( ´ ▽ ` ) They’re just so comfy! 

Cutesuki 3:09 AM: which? 

Immediately, Koge felt heat rush to her cheeks, biting down onto her bottom lip as her stomach fluttered. He wanted to know what she was wearing. He had to be out and about right now, so what was he getting at? 

During trips like this, the two of them were no strangers to phone sex, exchanging sexy pictures or messing around on video chat if they were able. Sadly, Bakugou was also sharing a hotel room with his friends to save on funds, so time alone was scarce for him. In fact, the entire time he had been gone, they hadn’t been able to have more than a slightly flirtatious conversation before he had to go. Koge’s toys could satisfy her in the moment, but nothing could ever compare to the way he made her feel and the pleasure they could create together. Just the thought of the intimacy they shared made her body grow hot, squeezing her bare thighs together to try and relieve the new aching at her hips. 

Cutesuki 3:11 AM: well?

Sitting up, Koge reached over and turned on the lamp on the bedside table before leaning back against the headboard. Holding her phone out, she took a selfie, doing her best to make sure she got a flattering angle that showed her body beneath his black skull t-shirt and her bare legs, with a playful smirk and a peeking tongue being all that was visible of her face. Satisfied, she sent it to him, settling down to wait with her legs stretched out in front of her. As she waited, her heart only pounded harder in her chest, hoping that is what he had wanted to see.

Me 3:12 AM: (*´︶`*)

Cutesuki 3:16 AM: fuck. 

Cutesuki 3:16 AM: it would be that shirt. 

Cutesuki 3:16 AM: youre so predictable. 

Me 3:17 AM: Well if you know, why’d you want to see? (¬‿¬ )

Cutesuki 3:18 AM: i need something to jack off to. 

Koge’s body was immediately covered in goosebumps, making her shiver and squeal quietly to herself, bringing her phone up to her lips and kicking her legs like an excited child. Maybe he finally had some time to himself? Or was he hiding away in a bathroom somewhere? Any option turned her on. 

Me 3:18 AM: That’s all that’ll get you off, huh? ┐(︶▽︶)┌ Guess my job is done. 

Cutesuki 3:19 AM: dont be a smartass. more. 

Me 3:19 AM: More? (◕‿◕✿)

Cutesuki 3:19 AM: now bitch. or would you rather miss out on this? 

Within the next few seconds, he sent in his own picture, displaying his hips, clad in grey sweatpants. He seemed to be sitting on a bed with what looked to be a hotel room behind him, but that didn’t matter to Koge. All she was focused on was his hand, which was clutching onto the hard form of his cock beneath the fabric, showing off his size. Feeling as if her heart was in her throat, Koge squeezed and rubbed her thighs together, looking over every inch of him she could see, from the peek of his belly beneath his shirt to the strong veins that ran along his rugged hand and up his arm. “Damn you, Katsuki! You hot asshole.” 

Me 3:20 AM: Challenging me, huh? (ಠ_ಠ)

Cutesuki 3:20 AM: im threatening you. show me your tits. 

Unable to stop the smirk that crossed her lips, Koge pulled the t-shirt up, holding the bottom hem of it between her teeth. With only slight position and maneuvering, Koge was able to get a similar selfie as the one a moment ago, showing her legs, torso, and mouth. This time, she had the shirt taught so that it held her breasts in place, only showing a nice and plump peek of the bottom of them, along with her stomach. Her mouth was in a teasing smile, teeth shown clamped down around the shirt, and little pale blue undies fit snugly on her hips. 

Me 3:23 AM: (¯▿¯)

Cutesuki 3:26 AM: fuck youre such a tease. 

Cutesuki 3:26 AM: i miss you. 

A new picture came along with his message, bringing a new wave of heat to her already aching cunt. His cock was now out of his pants, hard and irresistible, crowned with a dribble of precum that had begun its descent down the underside of his head. He wasn’t touching it, using his free hand to hold his sweats down out of the way instead, but Koge could still see a little dark area that had gotten wet before he decided to expose himself. He had also removed his shirt at some point, so his muscular frame was visible. 

Giving a frustrated groan, Koge slipped her hand between her legs, beginning to lightly stroke along her sex outside of her underwear. Already soaked through, she couldn’t get her eyes off the picture, nibbling at her bottom lip as she pleasured herself. Every vein and girthy inch of him had her entire body on fire, wanting more than anything for him to shove that beautiful cock down her throat. She missed his hands on her body, the warmth of him against her and how delicious he tasted. 

Me 3:28 AM: Ooh, I get the dick before I even show you the tits? You must be horny.

Cutesuki 3:28 AM: you’re killing me.

Me 3:29 AM: ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)

Sinking down a bit more against the headboard, Koge pulled the t-shirt up over her breasts, being sure to hold her arms in a way that nicely squished them together. Her recently fully healed nipple piercings gleamed in the dim light, and since they were so enticing, Koge decided to get a shot of the other piercing. Getting her mouth in the frame, she opened wide and let her tongue loll out, displaying the piercing on the wet muscle as well. He had yet to really get the chance to play with her with them both fully healed, so she knew this would set him off. 

Cutesuki 3:32 AM: fuck. I want to fuck that pretty mouth

Me 3:33 AM: Want to fuck my throat raw, huh? Or maybe my tits? 

Cutesuki 3:33 AM: show them closer. 

Me 3:33 AM: nuh uh. Pic for pic, right? 

Koge moved her fingers back between her legs, rubbing her clit on the outside of her soaked panties. Though, what she received wasn’t a picture. It was a video, the preview making her immediately slip her hand inside her underwear for direct and more vigorous contact. 

Pressing play, she felt her entire body quiver at the view, which was filmed from where she would assume his left knee would be. The frame tilted up, his hips all the way up to his nose was visible, showing a clear view of him pumping his cock and frustrated snarl. 

“Pic for pic, Utsuro? You fucking tease. Hmn, fuck-“ His voice cut off with a grunt, followed by a deep groan as he picked up the pace on jacking off. “Show me what you really want, whore.”

When the video cut off, Koge couldn’t resist playing it again, beginning to plunge two of her fingers in and out of her pussy as she watched him. It was so hot, his voice so gruff and filled with passion, that sexy growl with each degrading word making her heart race faster. She could only imagine what he’d be doing with that sexual tension; his hand around her throat as he fucked her into the mattress. Or perhaps his fist balled up in her hair while he made her gag on his cock. 

Although she didn’t want to stop, she took a moment to slip her undies off, tossing them away. Positioning the phone, Koge used her free hand to spread her glistening pussy open, showing him just how wet she was. 

Me 3:40 AM: I want your dick inside me, Katsuki. I want you to fuck me like the little horny bitch I am. 

Cutesuki 3:41 AM: good girl. 

Me 3:41 AM: I want to hear you. Can you call me?

The instant the phone began to ring, and his adorably innocent picture appeared on screen, Koge answered it, holding the phone up to her ear as she continued to rub delicious circles on her clit. “Katsuki…” She couldn’t restrain a soft moan, slipping two of her fingers into her cunt at the ragged sound of his breathing. “I wish you were here with me.” 

“You just can’t stand being without my cock, huh, little whore?” Bakugou’s voice was deep and quiet, making Koge sink further down to lay and dig her fingers in deeper. She could almost feel his body on top of her, pressing her down into the mattress as he hissed in her ear, his thick fingers teasing her pussy in punishment. “You’re such a nasty fuck, always begging for me to fuck you.” 

Koge was sure to let her voice flow freely, not restricting and moans or gasps of pleasure. “I love it so much, Katsuki. I love your big dick inside me! I want to cum all over it-” She paused just to hear the soft and frustrated grunts he made, even able to hear his hand working over his cock in a quick and steady rhythm. “Yes, Katsuki. You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” Much to her surprise, Koge found that even she was getting close to cumming quickly with just her fingers, which was a feat in of itself. After years of being with Bakugou, of growing so used to the way he fucked her, she found that something so tame as fingering herself couldn’t usually get the job done. A toy or two usually had to be used to get her off, but tonight, all she needed was the sound of his voice and a vivid imagination. 

“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ close. Damn it, Utsuro, your voice is fucking hot. And those shitty piercings… fuck!” 

“Mm, that’s right,” Koge’s voice hitched, moving her fingers back to her clit to work herself over the edge. “That’s it, Katsuki! Cum for me-” She was cut off again by her own moan, leaning her head back into her pillow as her hips arched up into her fingers. Straining against the sore burning in her forearm, she forced her hand to continue rubbing, listening closely to Bakugou’s own groans and curses of pleasure. She could tell the exact moment that he came, his voice growing into a deeper growl and trembling with relieved sighs. He couldn’t hold it for very long, and just the thought that he had been wanting her so badly immediately pushed Koge over the edge as well. 

Entire body quivering and twitching with the force of her orgasm, Koge clutched her thighs together, slowly and lightly letting her fingers slide across her pulsing sex to ride out the orgasm. In truth, she wasn’t sure how loud she had been or what she might have said when she came. All she had done was listen to Bakugou as he finished, imagining that tight grip on her hips and his hot release inside her. She could feel those rough and calloused hands slide up her sides, caressing her body so close and lovingly after ravaging her completely. 

Relaxing her body back against the bed, Koge rolled over onto her side, nuzzling her face against her pillow and taking in the scent of his cologne. On the other end, she could hear him still panting to catch his breath, though a sharp chuckle cut him off. 

“You sniffing some dirty boxers, Utsuro?” 

“What?! No! I’ve never been that desperate.” Koge couldn’t resist her own soft giggle, smiling against the pillowcase. “I told you, I put some of your cologne on my pillow.” 

“Stalker.” 

Before she could respond, Koge got a message alert, pulling her phone away from her ear. Putting him on speaker, she opened the message, feeling her entire body flush hot again at the sight of him. Hand still around his dick, his lower stomach, sweatpants and fingers had dribbles of his cum, gleaming against the well-lit room. With a groan, Koge rubbed her thighs together again. “Man, I wanna lick it off!” 

“Where’s mine?” 

Sitting up again, Koge got into another pose, making sure her chest was exposed along with her puffy and wet pussy that was still tender with the need for more attention. Lips also in the frame, she puckered them in a sweet kiss, her fingers in a cute peace sign to go with it. After sending it, she pulled the shirt down and got comfortable again, smiling as she heard him give a short chortle. 

“Cute.” 

“You’re cute.” 

“That’s my new phone background.” 

“No! Someone will see it!” 

“No one ever sees my phone, stupid. I’m not an idiot like you who leaves it out where everyone can see the screen. Besides, they’ll catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman they’ll ever see. That’s a privilege.” 

Cheeks flushing, Koge cuddled her blankets to her tightly, nuzzling herself into her pillow. “That’s not true… I’m not the most beautiful.” 

“You are to me.” 

“You’re too sweet. Turning me into mush over here when I can’t kiss you. Usually I’m the one doing the sweet talking.” 

“I miss you. This last week can’t go by fast enough. All this shit is great for my brand, but damn, I’m worn out. All this social interaction is fucked.” 

“Is that why you’re in your hotel room today? Isn’t it like two in the afternoon?” 

“I didn’t have a panel today to go to, but Kirishima and Deku did. I could have gone out, but I decided to stay in and relax. I’m kinda glad you weren’t able to sleep.” 

Reaching over, Koge turned off the bedside table lamp, placing the phone down on his pillow as she snuggled up nice and tight into her blankets. “Aw, I had good luck then today. I’m really glad. Tell me about it! How’s it been?” 

Koge wasn’t sure how long they talked, with him chatting on and on about what was happening, who he had met, and what benefits the convention had towards his hero branding. They laughed and got annoyed together. Bashed on this person or praised this company. Reminisced about what they missed of each other and what they wanted to do when he returned. But, at one point, Koge drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice and his scent on her pillow. 

When she awoke to the sound of her alarm going off, Koge yawned and gave a heavy stretch, snatching her phone off the bed beside her, since it had at some point fallen off his pillow. Turning off the alarm, she looked at the time, immediately feeling guilt weigh heavily on her chest. “Oh no, I fell asleep talking to him… My poor Katsuki.” 

Rolling over onto her back, she went into her text messages to send him a good morning and apologize, but what she saw there instead made her stop. Bakugou had cleaned up and changed into some new lounge clothes, getting kind of an awkward selfie of him with the city view behind him as he stood on the balcony of his hotel room. It was a cute and innocent exchange compared to the debauchery that had occurred just a few hours ago, and it brought a fluttering to Koge’s stomach.  

Cutesuki 5:11 AM: i could tell you fell asleep from your snoring. its cute.

Cutesuki 5:11 AM: glad i could make your stubborn ass fall asleep. 

Cutesuki 5:11 AM: love you. call me around 10. the two idiots will be gone for a while tonight. maybe we can have round 2. 

Cutesuki 5:11 AM: xo

Smiling, Koge opened her camera and took a picture of her own, sleepy faced and smiling, still bundled up in her blankets. Attaching it to her message, she put the phone down once she responded, giving another stretch and a rub of her eyes. 

Me 8:02 AM: I love you too, my Katsuki. I’m sorry I crashed. (╥﹏╥)

Cutesuki 8:03 AM: new bg picture. 

Me 8:03 AM: What?? (・・;)ゞ Just pick one! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ Cutesuki 8:04 AM: youre beautiful in all of them, dumbass, i cant pick. 

Cutesuki 8:04 AM: cant text right now. call me around 10. love you.

Me 8:04 AM: I love you more! (♡‿♡) Cutesuki 8:05 AM: youll never. xo 

Me 8:05 AM: (´ ε ` )♡

[yandere-society]

Hello Lovely admins!!! Can I request Yandere Jungkook and Jin reacting to you having a secret sex Snapchat account? Or like one where you send nudes and stuff? Love y’all !!!

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author/admin: kimseokmomjins🥀

a/n: Poor attempt at smut (heavy petting, degradation), possessive behavior, slut shaming

It was the day of the big Overwatch League match: Seoul Dynasty versus Vancouver Titans. Jungkook wanted to catch the first half of the game during his lunch break, so he set up the live stream on his work laptop and kicked back. While most of the stream chat was a constant influx of Korean, there was one message in English that kept popping up: “I’llBeYourBaby: Lonely and wanna talk to a cute egirl? Visit my stream😘✨ You won’t regret it 🍑” Jungkook scoffed at the plea for attention. The spiteful, cruel side of him felt the need to bully I’llBeYourBaby for whoring herself out to strangers. How desperate for money could someone be that they’ll sell their body for perverts on the internet? And what a lonely, miserable life a man must have lived to resort to paying an e-girl for a morsel of attention to be thrown their way. The very notion of internet prostitution, and sex work in general, was disgusting in Jungkook’s mind. But his conservative ways are exactly why he adored you.

You were the perfect girlfriend: responsible, considerate, loyal and sweet. You were committed to your job of tutoring English online, you were quick-witted, funny, and also enjoyed gaming just as much as he did.  In Jungkook’s eyes, you truly were the love of his life, and he was practically ready to drop down on one knee.

Out of pure spite, Jungkook clicked on the username, entering the live stream at the top of the profile. With a twisted sense of justice, Jungkook was ready to spew vitriol at the female streamer to further his agenda, but immediately, it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dumped over him. Jungkook expected the stream to be hosted by some busty, bimbo whose breasts spilled over her tank top while she played like shit in League. He expected some overly-flirtatious, inauthentic wannabe that was trying to make a quick buck from neckbeards. He expected anyone— everyone— except for you.

Unlike the risque, hypersexualized woman he had envisioned before, Jungkook saw that you were dressed somewhat modestly, wearing a simple white turtleneck, blush pink skirt and white knee-high socks. You weren’t flaunting your breasts or purposefully exuding sex appeal. Instead, you looked adorable as you fiddled with your purple galaxy Nintendo DS.

“Welcome, JustinSeagull! Thanks for joining my stream,” you greeted with a smile and wave. Jungkook found himself in a state of shock, unable to comprehend the predicament he’d just found you in. It certainly wasn’t a popular stream, but judging by the measly 16 viewers you were interacting with, Jungkook surmised that you were quite familiar with them.

knjkoya: baby, tell me why you’re so fine

jiiiiiimin: 😍😍😍😍

jiiiiiimin: step on me pls

Giggling, you addressed your viewers comments. “I would step on you, but Animal Crossing is so fuuuun,” you whined with a tiny, playful pout. “How was everyone’s day? Let me know below in the chat.”

HopeWrld: Thought about you all day 💚

CallMeJin: My day was fine, thanks for asking sweetheart. Are you enjoying animal crossing?

taetaebae: damn is it me or iss she acting mroe innocent than usual ??

You looked up from your DS to read the comments, giggling when you read the most recent ones. “Yes, I am enjoying myself, CallMeJin! Tom Nook is a huge jerk though, the interest rate on his loans are kind of bullshit,” you joked as you returned your attention to your device, uncrossing your legs slightly which gave your viewers a teasing glimpse of your underwear. Ones that Jungkook had gifted you for your 100 day anniversary.

As more comments rolled in, the filthier they became:

CallMeJin: Glad you’re having fun babygirl :)

knjkoya: i make 150k a year, i can pay off your loans any day if u just sit on my lap

D-Boy: im so fucking hard rn wtf

D-Boy: [COMMENT REMOVED BY MODERATOR]

Jungkook was in awe at the pure filth these degenerates were spilling. But most of all, he was upset at you— how could you demean yourself like this? How could you betray him? Jungkook pushed his sleeves up, ready to type a long-winded message defending your honor, a notification popped up on screen along with a gif of a cat pawing at the screen. Someone named HopeWrld had donated $100 to your stream.

“Oh! HopeWrld, thank you so much for the donation,” you chirped, “Since you helped me reach my goal, I’ll let you ask me one question, anything is fair game.” You winked at the camera, blowing a kissy face. Little by little, Jungkook’s perception of you was beginning to shatter, splintering into a thousand fragments. He thought back to all the times when you’d complain about receiving unsolicited dick pics, or reaffirm your idea that ‘men only think with their dicks.’ It was apparent Jungkook knew only of the side you wanted to show him, leaving him oblivious to the secrets you withheld from him— your very own boyfriend.

Despite the churning of his stomach, Jungkook remained firmly planted in his seat, unmoving, waiting to see how else you could disappoint him.

HopeWrld: Are you single?

Jungkook’s eyes burned holes into the computer monitor, anticipating your response. Since you were clearly lying to him, he assumed you’d do the same for your viewers. Perhaps you’d neglect to tell these scumbags that you had a boyfriend— one you’d been with for over two years, someone you shared a home with, no less. Jungkook’s tongue peeked out and wet his lips, the chapped skin craving any sort of moisture.

You sighed, folding the Nintendo DS in half and focusing your full attention at the camera. “Ah, interesting question.” Tucking your hands in your lap, you tilted your head slightly to the left, looking demure and shy. “I do have a boyfriend,” you admitted. Jungkook always found your mannerisms endearing, and even now, in the midst of his anger, he felt his heart beat erratically due to your telltale signs of nervousness: the twitch of your left eyebrow, the biting of your lip, the fiddling of your fingers.

“He doesn’t know I do this, though,” you quickly added. “It’s kind of my dirty little secret.”

D-Boy: Dirty little secret for a dirty little girl

taetaebae: i fuckin called it

taetaebae: @CallMeJin u still gonna act like a tryhard ?? lmao

knjkoya: i’ll give you $500 to break up with him, no kappa

Disregarding the comments, you continued to gush about Jungkook, although you didn’t explicitly mention his name. “But anyway, I’ve been with him for a few years now, and I love him so much. It would kill him if he ever found out about this.”

‘I love him so much’. Bullshit.

Jeon Jungkook knew everyone loved him, how could they not? Despite people likening him to James Dean or Adonis, Jungkook didn’t care much for his looks. He only cared about whether you found him attractive. The same could be said about any of his traits: his personality, his sense of humor, even the way he slept at night. The only love Jungkook cared about was yours. Your affection, your acceptance, your undivided attention.

Unlike him, though, you apparently craved the affections of other men— strangers from the internet who didn’t care about your generous soul and fragile heart. They only wanted to fuck you, discard you like trash until they found another shiny new toy.

Jungkook slammed his laptop shut, his mind clouded by fury, but still cognizant enough to formulate a plan. It was risky, but in the end it would ensure that you never consider straying from him again.

•·················•·················•

Your fingers deftly thumbed the buttons of the gaming device, controlling your Animal Crossing character as they collected seashells from the shore. Every now and then, you’d giggle, wink at the camera, read a comment or two, and then return to your game. It was easy money, and it also boosted your ego a bit. Jungkook, although being an attentive, caring boyfriend, whilst being a more than a generous lover, could be a bit suffocating at times. He dictated what you wore— more often than not, suggesting you wear couple outfits— carefully monitored your social media and even conducted background checks on all of your male family members.

Although it was twisted, you couldn’t help but feel validated at the small bits of attention you got through streaming. It was what kept you practically sane in your relationship with Jungkook, what ensured that you never snapped back at your boyfriend when he urged you to wear something less revealing, or when he scolded you for “flirting” with the older blind gentleman that lived in your apartment complex.

Humming contentedly, you delivered a package to a citizen named Purrl, only glancing up at your computer monitor to briefly acknowledge the chat, when you spotted Jungkook glaring at you from the doorway. Startling slightly, you hit Control + Tab and switched to Youtube, trying to look inconspicuous.

“H-Hi baby,” you greeted, smiled forced, yet still somewhat genuine. “You’re home early, I didn’t hear you arrive.” Jungkook clicked his tongue and pushed off the doorframe, stride confident and eyes set to kill. He responded vaguely, “Got out early.”

Jungkook approached you, his dominating presence settling over the back your white gaming chair. He feigned interest at your game at hand, “Well, what do we have here?” You glanced over your shoulder at your boyfriend, doing your best to keep your cool. “Ah, yeah, I’m playing Animal Crossing! Isn’t my character adorable?” You nudged the DS towards Jungkook who smiled politely— he knew that you knew that wasn’t what he was talking about, but Jungkook was certain that he could play the better liar.

He accepted the DS from your hands and inspected your character, before handing the electronic device back. “She looks just like you, Y/N. It’s cute.” You blushed, not because of his praise, but due to the embarrassment. Your livestream was still ongoing, meaning your viewers were seeing this entire awkward situation unfold, and you hoped to God that Jungkook didn’t notice the tiny green dot on your webcam. If he did, Jungkook would undeniably find a way to take away the only form of freedom you had to interact with the opposite sex.

“You know,” he mused, coiling a strand of hair around his index finger, “I also think it’s cute how you actually believe you can lie to me.” Your heart skipped a beat, and your breath hitched slightly as you tried to remain calm. You kept your concentration solely on Animal Crossing, trying to avoid your boyfriend’s scrutiny.  Jungkook leaned in closer until his face was level with yours. Peeking at him out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his focus was not on you, but rather on your computer monitor, right hand already poised on the mouse. The cursor dragged over to the leftmost tab and you sucked in a breath, an intense sense of impending doom coiling in your gut.

The screen changed to show a mirror image of yourself, alongside Jungkook, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. Your secret had been exposed— and you knew it was only a matter of time, as keeping secret from Jungkook was a difficult task— but you hadn’t imagined it to happen this way. To be exposed on stream, by none other than your boyfriend.

You expected his fury, his disappointment— any sort of reaction, really— instead, feeling the tantric slither of his hand as it crept up your sternum.

“If you want to attention so badly, all you had to do was ask, babe,” Jungkook murmured into the shell of your ear, his body gracefully sliding itself under your thighs and repositioning you onto his lap. Tantalizingly slow, Jungkook’s fingers worked their way up the expanse of your chest until they nestled themselves over your breasts, his hands palming the clothed surface.

Although he was gentle, there was an underlying roughness to his touch. His fingers pinched the flesh of your breasts until it hurt, but would release a second later, only to alleviate the discomfort with soothing massages. Jungkook’s mouth rhythmically suckled pink bruises into the crook of your neck, eliciting a soft whimper. He smirked, satisfied that he was able to rile you up so easily. He lazily dragged his tongue up the column of your throat until his mouth rested right under your ear, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva in its wake.

His left hand relinquished control of one breast and acquainted itself with your inner thigh, his thumb toying with the elastic with featherlight touches. “You’re such a stupid little slut,” Jungkook purred, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “But at least you’re my little slut.” During all your moments of intimacy, Jungkook had never once bestowed upon you such a degrading name, as his kinks were more aligned towards praise rather than humiliation. But you surmised that his spiteful words were simply misplaced frustration.

How long had it been? Hours? Minutes? Seconds? It was impossible to tell, as you found yourself lost in the sensual motions, completely forgetting that, although you were in private, your stream was still live. You were only pulled out of your lust-induced haze when you heard the chime of your donation notification, reminding you that you had a small audience of onlookers. “Jungkook, the- the stream… I need to end the broadcast,” you weakly protested, trying to wriggle out from his grasp. Your boyfriend kept you firmly molded to him, his growing need nestled between the folds of your skirt.

“Let them watch,” Jungkook stated, brazenly making eye contact with the camera. “Since you clearly don’t mind the attention, why don’t we give them a run for their money?”

Your eyes widened, finding Jungkook’s shamelessness slightly erotic, but nevertheless feeling absolutely mortified at your compromising position. Comments were rolling in steadily, causing your heart to clench in self-loathing.

taetaebae: wtf wtf wtf

taetaebae: this shit is fuckin wilfd lmfao 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

D-Boy: what a hoe

HopeWrld: what is even happening

D-Boy: at least shes hot tho

“Kookie, baby please,” you pleaded, grabbing onto the one arm that fondled your breast, feeling the sinew of his muscles ripple under your fingertips. “I’m guh-gonna get banned if you k-keep- keep doing this.” Jungkook ignored your weak-willed objections and continued to torment you by sliding his finger into your slick heat. A moan was coaxed from your throat, the shiver from his sudden entrance causing you to lean into further into Jungkook’s chest.

knjkoya: Lucky bastard

CallMeJin: After all the money I’ve sent you?? At the very least, you could have just pretended to be a good girl, I’llBeYourBaby. Unsubscribing. Pokimane is hotter anyway.

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the visual in front of you: Jungkook’s right hand splayed across your chest, while his left hand sinful touches under the ruffles of your skirt— which was, thankfully, hidden low enough to not be captured on the stream— whilst his mouth worked in tandem, leaving your neck littered in splotches of pink, red and lilac. You looked like a mess, but felt completely invigorated.

But still, despite your body being pulled into euphoria, your mind was plagued with negative thoughts. These viewers, your followers, were one of the last few sources of entertainment left, and if the broadcast was reported then your IP would be banned permanently, which meant no more streaming, no more fun, no more freedom.

Pulling away from Jungkook’s lips, you attempted to stand your ground, craning your neck to face him. “Jungkook, please don’t do this while I’m live. Let me sign out and I’ll take care of you.” Your boyfriend’s eyes settled on your bite-swollen lips and the way your heavy-lidded eyes betrayed your protests to stop. He should get what he wants while respecting your autonomy, but the selfish, vile side within him screamed to punish, punish, punish.

Jungkook gently brought his lips to yours, giving you a tender, chaste kiss, lulling you into a false sense of security. You smiled shyly, a tinge of pink dusting your cheeks and Jungkook returned the gesture with one of his toothy grins. Ever so carefully, Jungkook raised his hips and pulled out something hard, firm, from his rear pocket— a thick bundle of crisp, $100 bills, totaling close to three grand.  

As soon as your guard had been let down, he shoved the stack into your mouth, effectively gagging you. His other hand clamped down on your wrists, preventing them from reaching the mouse or keyboard. “You want these loser scumbags to pay you while you act like their cute, sweet gamer girlfriend? How about cold, hard cash? Will that keep you satisfied, princess?”

Jungkook eyed the chatroom, his attention catching on a particular message that, if it could even be possible, made dick harden even more.

jiiiiiimin: you should just let us watch you fuck her

With a scoff and cocky grin, Jungkook tilted his head mockingly. “Like hell I will. Go get your dicks hard to someone who’s not taken.” And with that, Jungkook pushed off the chair, pinning you into the desk on your stomach, whilst his other hand palmed the flesh of your bottom, a telltale sign that a rather lengthy spanking would be coming your way. The sheer force of your readjustment onto the desk had sent the computer monitor and webcam tumbling off the desk, landing in a shattered mess on the floor, pieces of plexiglass and plastic littered everywhere.

You made a mental note: be sure to buy a new monitor after Jungkook’s punishment, and make sure the next one is shatter-proof.

[ellixthea]

Unpredictable Part 3

AN/: I really hope you guys like this series so far! I can promise you that more interresting things are coming for the next parts 😉 But for now here’s the third part

Taglist: @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @lauraurietaylor

When you woke up the next morning, Lara was already up, focused on her phone. When she saw that you were waking up, she just bombarded you with tons of questions. You were expecting it anyway. “Girl! I saw that you went to the balcony with him! Tell me E-VE-RY-THING!” It was funny to see how excited she was. “Well…” you started unable to hide your growing smile “He joined me and we talked.” “And?” “And we had a moment…” ���What?! Did you guys kiss?” “No, we didn’t, of course not, but we started at each other and I know it’s gonna sound cheesy, but I felt something.” “Oh my god Y/N! That’s awesome! I’m so happy for you! Did you get his number?” You looked down in defeat “No I didn’t.” “Y/N! How are you gonna keep what you guys have started?!” At that moment, she sounded like your sister when you would be too “slow” to make a move. “Well first of all, nothing started, and second, we will probably see each other again since he knows Jo.” “Yeah whatever.” You could tell she was disappointed, but you couldn’t do anything about it. For the rest of the day, you went out to do some shopping since the following weekend, a music festival would be in town. A huge one actually and you had been thinking about it since the moment you got the ticket. Your high school friends would be with you and you excited to see them again.

               The following week went out slowly, way too slowly. You couldn’t stop thinking of the upcoming festival which was making you feel like your days at work were longer. Deep inside, you hoped you would see Colson at the store again, since you don’t have his number but of course he didn’t come. Like who would spend all their time in a music store. When your work shift was over on Friday, you couldn’t be happier. You came home to prepare your outfit for the festival and tried different makeup look. When you were happy with what you came up with, you took a shower and went to sleep.

               The following morning, you woke up more excited than ever. The music festival would start at 7p.m and would last until late at night. A good day in perspective. You got ready, put on the outfit you had chosen, did your make up with a little bit of glitters on your cheekbones and soon you were on your way to meet Lara at her parents’ house.

               Once you arrived, you were greeted by her parents and you went to her room. She was adjusting her outfit when she saw you. “Does it look good? I’m not sure?” Lara asked you. “You look great, really. I love your boots.” “Oh thanks! When I saw them in store, I couldn’t help myself and I bought them. Oops.” She replied and you laughed when you got a text from one of your high school friends, Lily, saying that they were all already there so without losing any time, Lara and you went to your car and drove to the festival. When you arrived, you were mesmerized by the view. The sun was lower since it was the end of the afternoon which brought an orange tone to the sky. Music was playing but you were hearing it from afar since you were parked a bit far because of the lack of space. People were wearing cute and summer-ish outfits with sometimes a lot of glitters. When you reached the entrance with Lara, you received a bracelet, meaning your category. You took a pic of both your wrist and made your way to join your friends. Lara called them to make it easier for you to find them. When you spotted your friend Lily, you ran at them and they all greeted the both of you. It had been a while since the last time you were all reunited, and it felt good.

               When the show started, you just enjoyed yourself. Dancing and singing along the songs, you wanted the night to last forever. Between a change between two artists, you decided to go buy some drinks. You went to the drink stand and you bought four drinks, because you couldn’t handle more. When you grabbed the drinks and turned around to go back to your friends, you saw someone not so far from you. His back was facing him, so you didn’t know who it was, but the figure reminded you of someone. That person turned around and your heart stopped. It was Colson. What was the chance of you meeting him out of all of these people you wondered. His eyes met yours and gave you a huge smile before leaving his group of friends to meet you. “Y/N! I didn’t expect you to see you here! How are you?” he asked, smirking which made your heart beat faster. “I’m great actually, I- I didn’t expect you to see you either.” You replied trying to keep your cool. “Yeah.” He said, not breaking the eye contact still smirking at you. He puts his arm around your waist and led you to his group of friends. When you realized where you were going, you got nervous. “Bros, it’s Y/N, you know, the girl I talked to you about.” Wait, he talked about me to his friends?! You asked to yourself. “Hey guys!” you said, and they all greeted you. “Are those four drinks for you?” one of his friends asked and you looked down at your hands. You totally forgot about the drinks and the fact that your friends were waiting for you. “Oh no, my friends are over there.” You said and moved your head to their direction. “Do you mind if we join you guys?” Colson asked and you were surprised by his request. “Um sure, I mean of course let’s go.” You said and you were soon followed by Colson and his friends. When you reached your friends, Lara gave you big eyes and you mouthed her to stop it. They all said hi to each other before dancing and singing to the music. You were also singing, and dancing and Colson was doing the same, behind you. At some point, you felt a presence close to your head. “I like your outfit.” He said, looking at you from head to toes before looking at you in a way that could kill every woman. You could feel a sexual tension between the two of you. “Thank you.” You answered, looking at his eyes smiling. You stomach were full of butterflies. You were all having a great time. During the night, Colson would talk to you and have gentle attentions to you. You didn’t know what you were feeling but you were starting to feel something for this guy.

              It was the middle of the night when the festival ended, and your friends were starting to make their way to the exit. They said goodbye to Colson and his friends and Lara went close to you “I’ll be waiting for you right there, and you will have to tell me every little detail.” She whispered to your ear and left to wait a little bit away from you. He led you away from his friends and you were facing each other when he started to talk. “If you are okay with it, I’d love to get your number.” He asked you, not breaking the eye contact and it was hard to contain the joy growing inside your body. “Yeah, of course here.” You hold your phone with your number written on a note page and he added it to his phone. “Well, see you soon I guess.” You said with a little smile. “I guess so.” He smirked and you left, your stomach full of butterflies.

               You reached Lara who was near the exit and you couldn’t remove the smile from your lips. “I guess it went pretty well?” Asked your best friend as you both walked towards your car. “It did actually, and I got his number!” “Finally! I thought you would never get it.” She said and laughed. You rolled your eyes at her but deep down, you also thought you would never get it.

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

Like A River (Girls Talk Boys part 17)

Shut your mouth, baby stand and deliver Holy hands, oh they make me a sinner Like a river, like a river Shut your mouth and run me like a river

Choke this love till the veins start to shiver One last breath till the tears start to wither Like a river, like a river Shut your mouth and run me like a river

(A/N this is a longer chapter than usual. I seriously considered splitting it into two but I couldn’t do it)

18+ label on this one for sexual language and situations

Previous Chapter

Chapter One

The pounding on his front door jolted Calum awake. Why was he on his couch?

“I'M COMING” he yelled and the knocking ceased.

He blinked still confused until it all came back in a rush.

The Halloween party, Cher, Camille, the alarm, finding Duke asleep next to a purse.

Calum got up and headed towards the door.

Michael's text, Ameena's anger then the tears, Camille's hurt, going back to the party, finding out Camille had ended up in bed with -

He opened his front door. Ashton was waiting. “Last night was shit, and tonight is gonna be shit if we don't clear the air” Ashton hugged him.

“Calum?” A voice called out from upstairs.

Ashton looked at him incredulous “Ameena's still here?”

Calum nodded “she cried herself to sleep on the couch.”

“Of course she did” Ashton snapped.

“Calum who the fuck was at the door? Oh Ashton it's just you. Got your chubby little girlfriend with you?” Ameena let out a sharp bitter laugh as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Just so you know I don't want you in my house ever again. Last night was uncalled for, you embarrassed and insulted my friends.” Ashton glared at her while Ameena smirked.

“Whatever works right?” She asked

“Not this time Ameena” Calum spoke up, his voice weary and harsh from a restless night and too many cigarettes. “I can't do this anymore. Last night was just pointless. It didn't accomplish anything except embarrass me and make me realize how tired of all of this I really am. I have tried to be nice about this because I really loved you once. Right now I just need you to get anything that's yours out of my condo, give me back your key and leave.” Ameena and Ashton both stood there stunned and speechless. “You have 15 minutes I suggest you hurry” Calum snapped, cooly turning his back to Ameena as he headed into the kitchen to make some coffee.

Ameena stormed back up to the bedroom and slammed the door. Calum could hear her cursing and banging of drawers. Duke came barreling down the stairs to hide under the couch. Calum poured a cup of coffee with a splash of milk . He nodded towards the machine but Ashton shook his head.

“Look Cal about last night” Ashton started.

“Not right now” Calum shook his head. “Wait until she leaves.”

Ashton shot him a look “you ok man?”

“I will be” Calum sighed looking at his watch. Grabbing his coffee mug he walked back into the living room. They could still hear Ameena upstairs. Calum walked over to the closet grabbed two jackets one grey leather, one red suede. Reaching down he grabbed a small pair of rain boots and a large duffel bag. He laid the jackets on the bottom and put the boots in a plastic bag on top.  He went into the downstairs bathroom and snagged her emergency makeup bag.

As Ameena was coming down the stairs with two full travel bags. Calum was gathering up framed photos, things she'd bought him, and anything in sight he knew belonged to her and putting it in the bag.

“You're really fucking serious” Ameena started to sniffle.

“You can cry if you want but just go. We're going out for breakfast. We'll follow you out so I can make sure you give back your parking pass.” Calum's voice was flat and emotionless.

Ameena let a tear fall but when Calum met her eyes with no reaction she switched tactics

“Ashton must be disappointed you're going through with this. Now he has to give up your whore.” Ameena's voice was pure venom.

“Don't call her that” Ashton spoke up pushing himself off the wall.

“Of course you'd come to her defense. I saw the pics on Lucy's IG you two were all over each other last night” Ameena lashed out only finding the tiniest hint of satisfaction watching Calum's jaw twitch slightly.

“Your key” Calum held his hand out. Ameena pulled it off her key ring and threw it against the wall. Calum calmly took her key ring out of her hand removed the actual key, handed her the bag he'd packed and pointed towards the door.They watched as Ameena walked to her car and peeled away. They caught up to her at the security gate. Ameena pulled the parking sticker off her window and handed it to the attendant. She flipped Calum and Ashton off behind her and sped away.

Calum and Ashton sat down across from each other in the booth. Both ordered near identical breakfasts of eggs, bacon, toast and hash browns. Ashton added on a side of pancakes while Calum got a fruit cup.

Waiting for their food Ashton took his phone out and handed it to Cal. He already had Lucy's Instagram page up and Calum scrolled through the pictures. Sure enough there were Ashton and Camille wrapped around each other. Camille hanging on his arm while they played beer pong. Ashton behind Camille with his arms wrapped around her waist while they danced. Then a video of the pass the ice cube game with Camille in between Harry and Ashton. Calum handed his phone back to him.

“So what happened?” Calum asked him.

“After you left Camille was trying to hold it together but then she started to cry.” Ashton's voice wavered slightly. “I chose to stay by her the whole time and try and salvage her night. Yeah we got flirty and yeah we had a cheeky little kiss and a few cuddles. The whole time she's looking around for you.”

Calum closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands. “Don't you dare feel bad. Ameena went psycho and I'm so proud of the way you handled her today.” Ashton told him placing a hand on Cal's shoulder. He pulled back when the server brought their food.

“Cal look at me. What is it? Talk to me please.” Ashton was worried about his best friend.

“This has been so hard. The fighting with Ameena, this shit with Camille fucking hell maybe I should walk away from both of them and just start over.” Calum shrugged and looked away.

“Are you fucking serious? Is that really what you want?” Ashton couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“I don't know ok I don't fucking know ok” Calum's voice went up and people began to look their way.

“Cal it's ok I'm here for you. We'll get you through this.” Now Ashton was really worried.

“I'm just exhausted. I don't know anything anymore.” Calum looked away and began eating. Ashton followed his lead shoveling food into his mouth while keeping an eye on Calum.

“So why did Camille sleep in your bed?” Calum asked.

“Camille was absolutely shitfaced and I was afraid she would turn into a  crying mess. I don't know if you heard everything Ameena said to her but it had Camille rattled. Cody split and Cher left to shag Spongebob. I was literally the only guy who didn't bring a date left to see to her. I gave her a pair of pajamas and we slept in the same bed. Nothing happened, all we did was talk about you.” Ashton told him.

“Do you like her?” Another question from Calum.

“Listen to me” Ashton leaned in and looked Calum in the eye. “I adore Camille, but not in the way you do and you of all people know I'm interested in someone else.  Camille and I are very good friends who bonded over wanting something we couldn't have. Why are you so worried about it anyways? You know I would never go behind your back.”

“That's the craziest thing about all of this. You know I've never been the jealous or possessive type. I mean that fight I got into with Brandon was because he put hands on Ameena and wouldn't stop. With Camille it's this violent rush of emotion. The second day she was here I got jealous over her and my brain has been fucked ever since.” Calum rubbed his eyes.

“Go home get some rest. Tonight we're all going out to Harry's club. You and Camille can kiss and make up. We can all relax and have a good night.” Ashton smiled at him picking up the check.

Calum kicked off his shoes and headed upstairs to shower. He let the water pour over his skin and soothe his nerves when out of nowhere all the pent up stress and emotion he'd bottled up came crashing down on him in waves. Unable to hold back Calum broke down and cried.

First came sadness tinged with regret. Even though it all went wrong Ameena had been his first love and they'd had some wonderful times together. His mother would call tomorrow after word got back to her from one of her best friends aka Ameena's mom. He felt guilty about the disruption it would cause in other people's lives. He gave himself up to the tears, no longer trying to hold them back. There was the relief  being done with a relationship that had long since turned toxic. Sobs racked his shoulders as the frustration and anger hit him. He'd hurt everyone by not having the strength to end it with Ameena months ago or at the very least in Europe. He was furious Ameena had lashed out at Camille and hurt her and panicked that Camille might not think he was worth the trouble after being publicly insulted twice.

Camille. Camille. Camille. Fucking hell. He sniffled regaining control again. He washed his face and hair, gave himself a quick tug and finished up his shower routine. He padded to his room naked using the towel to dry his hair. His room was a mess. Ameena had dumped clothes everywhere. Nothing was broken but she'd taken a few things that weren't hers.

The cologne she'd bought him last Christmas. His green hoodie was swiped and she took the damn candle. For some reason that cracked him up. There he was fully nude, laughing his ass off in the middle of his wrecked bedroom. Duke who'd been sleeping on his bed was staring at Calum as if he'd lost his mind. Maybe he had. He realized he needed to get some sleep if he were going out tonight. It was 1pm there was plenty of time. He crawled into bed and Duke snuggled in for a nap. He could leave the mess for tomorrow. Calum wondered if Camille would even want to be around him never mind actually have sex with him now.

It was Retro Rewind at The Chelsea which meant the music was all 80's, 90's and early 2000's. Britney Spears’ Toxic was playing as Camille and Cher showed up with Harry and his date Kaye along with Lucy and Tom.

Harry was rocking one of his trademark suits.  This one was purple paisley over a white shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. Kaye coordinated in a cute lilac mini dress. Tom went with a more casual look burgundy button up and black jeans. Lucy was a stunner in a bright blue swinging halter dress alongside him.

Cher wore black denim shorts a white tank top and a blue and green tie dye duster with black combat boots. Her hair was up in two twisty buns like mouse ears.

Camille had a root touch up that morning but they hadn't put the color back in so instead of pink hair it was platinum blonde worn loose and wavy. She was wearing a red leather mini skirt and a black corset top that gave her cleavage up to her chin. Black knee high lace up boots and bright red lipstick completed the look.

Camille had never been in the VIP lounge before. The Chelsea went all out. Overlooking the club there was a separate bar just for them, bottle service, plush couches, a dancing pole in case anyone felt daring enough and even a private bathroom so one didn't have to mingle with the peasants just to pee. Even a separate entrance/exit for celebrity guests.

“If you'd told me 4 months ago we'd end up in the VIP of The Chelsea as personal guests of Harry Styles I would've slapped you and called you a liar.” Cher leaned into Camille handing her a margarita.

“I know right?” Camille laughed and shook her head. They heard a commotion behind them. Camille whipped her head around but it was just Lucy's brother and a couple Tom's friends.

“Waiting for someone?” Cher raised her eyebrows.

“Shut up” Camille poked her.Just then as if on cue the music changed and the boys appeared.

What a man, what a man, what a man,

What a mighty good man

Gotta say it again now

What a man, what a man, what a man

Camille smacked Cher in the arm as both of them tried not to be too obvious. Holy fucking hell they all looked incredibly sexy.

Michael was in his usual look. Black skinnies, high necked black and white shirt, black coat and boots, rings and glasses.

Luke was killing it with his red shirt showing off plenty of his chest, matching nails, skin tight black trousers and silver glitter boots. Both dates dressed to match with Crystal in black and silver shorts and a crop top and Summer in a black catsuit trimmed in bright red.

Ashton was cheeky in a pink silk short sleeved top and black pants and boots. His gold necklaces glinted against his exposed skin.

Camille’s eyes landed on Calum and she couldn't breathe. His hair was curly and in his eyes which in itself was enough to make her melt. He had on the black long sleeve button up with white pinstripes, black skinny jeans that made his ass look extra cute and boots. Camille licked her lips and tried to calm her racing pulse. Blushing furiously she had to look away certain the entire room could read her thoughts.

Lucy came over to grab them so they could dance and Camille snapped out of her trance. A much as she wanted Calum after last night he had to make a move.

Calum and Ashton took a shot and then grabbed a beer before looking around the room. Lucy and Tom had their usual crew. Cher looked adorable with her hair up. Calum didn't know the curvy blonde girl Cher was talking to as he glanced away searching for Camille before it clicked in his brain.

His throat went dry and he couldn't swallow. Camille usually dressed modestly rarely trying for overly sexy, so to see her dressed so blatantly provocative caught him by surprise. Calum wasn't the only one appreciating her new look as what appeared to be Lucy's brother hovered nearby.

Calum scowled at him and sat down on one of the couches to gather up the courage liquid or otherwise to approach Camille. Camille saw Calum frown at her and decided against trying to talk to him if he was in a bad mood. Besides Drew, Lucy's brother, was pleasant enough for the time being. Although he was drinking at an alarming rate and Camille sensed he wasn't a pretty drunk. For right now she was gonna drink and dance with Tom and Lucy.

Cher didn't hesitate to make her way over to the guys. As the couples had separated from Ashton and Cal, Cher headed that way.

“What's up Cool Guy Cal and Mr Bravo” Cher giggled.

“Hey pretty lady why don't you sit next to me” Ashton was quick with a joke.  Cher settled in between them for a chat and a drink.

Calum chugged his beer and ordered another. Cher raised her eyebrows. “A little liquid courage never hurt” he told her sheepishly.

“For fucks sake Calum just go talk to her” Cher was exasperated.

“She looks busy” Calum pouted watching Camille dance with Dan? Dave? Drew? Drew, that's it. He looked like a fucking Drew.

Camille was absolutely sick of Drew and had finally screwed up her courage to go talk to Calum bad mood or not. She leaned in to whisper in Lucy's ear telling her she'd be back when she felt strong arms wrap around her waist. She squirmed to get away but Drew wasn't letting go.

“C'mon Camille let's dance” he slurred in her ear thrusting against her.

“Drew knock it off you're drunk” Lucy smacked her brother's arm to no avail.

Camille tried to get away but he was locked on to her. Until he wasn't. Suddenly she was free and Drew was on the floor. She turned around confused to find Calum enraged and standing over Drew.

“That's my girl. If you touch her again it'll be the last thing your ever do.” Calum's voice was tight and controlled and no one doubted he meant what he said.

Camille's jaw dropped as Calum stalked past her into the bathroom trailed by Ashton and Lucy's friend.Seconds later Camille pushed into the bathroom.Calum was leaned up against the wall with Ashton on one side and Lucy's friend Jessica hovering trying to touch him but he shrugged her off.

“Can you give us some privacy” Camille asked.Ashton moved towards the door Jessica continued to hover.

“Get out” Camille snapped at her and she scurried off behind Ashton.

“What the shit Hood?” Camille was standing inches from him. “Last night you leave with your girlfriend and never come back and now you wanna act like I belong to you. You can't have it both ways.”

“I packed Ameena's shit this morning. Took her key and her parking pass. Its over and done. I don't want it both ways. I only want to have you.” Calum's face was just inches from Camille's.

“So take me” Camille raised up on her toes and snaked her hand to the back of his neck pulling him in for a kiss.Calum's hands dug into her waist as his mouth met hers. Camille's melted under the soft yet demanding feel of Calum's lips against hers. His tongue finding its way to battle with hers as they clung to each other battling for dominance while submitting to desire all at once.Camille reached down to rub his hard cock through his pants while passionately kissing him with so much hunger that Calum falls back against the bathroom stall door.

He pulls back “Are you sure this is what you want? You really want to do this here in a bathroom?” Calum searches her face for any sign of hesitation.

Camille stares back at him. “Every time I hesitate something gets in my way. I don't care where it happens. I just want you.”

Calum smirked before yanking her hair back and attacking her neck. Kissing, biting and licking his way across her throat sending shivers down her spine. His hand slid into her shirt twisting her nipple between his fingers causing Camille to cry out.  Camille grabbed his cheeks kissing him fiercely as her hands clawed at his belt.

“You don't have to” Calum told her.

“Oh but I want to” Camille gave him a wicked grin causing his heartbeat to quicken before she ducked onto her knees and her mouth was on his cock. Swirling her tongue around the tip while gazing up at him Camille savored the moment before taking his length down her throat. Calum grunted and tried to grab her hair but she swatted his hands away. Camille set her own pace using her hands to pump and twist while she sucked him off. She used her fingers and tongue in ways Calum  hadn't experienced before making it impossible for him to speak. The strained moans coming from his throat sent shivers to her core. “Oh shit” Calum threw his head back against the stall his fingers unable to resist tangling in her hair as Camille made him cum down her throat. Calum's knees went weak and he looked up at Camille who stood up and  wiped her mouth with a very satisfied smirk.

“You're in so much trouble now” Calum told her grabbing her wrist. He used one hand to hold her wrists behind her back while the other slid up her thigh and under her skirt. Camille gasped as she felt him move her panties to the side and one of his long fingers slide into her slowly. She hissed as he moved excruciatingly slow pulling out then adding another finger and sliding back in. “Please don't tease” Camille whimpered.

“As you wish” Calum shot her a devilish look before releasing her wrists and pushing her skirt up her hips. Continuing to pump his fingers inside her Calum's lips found her clit wrapping around it and sucking gently.“Fuck Calum” Camille tried and failed to be quiet.Calum had her on the tip of his tongue and between the way she tasted and the sounds she was making he could feel his dick getting hard again. He was relentless his mouth and his fingers driving her to orgasm as she quivered against his face her fingers desperately tangled in his dark curls. Camille felt herself shatter against him. Her legs quaking and turning to jelly she thought she might collapse.

Instead she found herself wrapped in Calum's strong arms as he picked her up and carried her over to sit on the edge of the sink. He held her face in his hands. “You're sure you want this” Calum asked.

Camille smiled blissfully never taking her eyes from his she took his hand and raised it to her mouth. She kissed the palm of his hand lightly which brought a soft smile to Calum's now swollen lips. Then while maintaining eye contact placed his fingers that had been inside her to lips and began to suck her own juices off of them. “Oh fuck me” Calum swore reaching for his wallet as Camille giggled.

“You won't be laughing in a second darling” Calum muttered putting on the condom. His mouth met hers again as he found her entrance wet and waiting for him. Snapping his hips he buried himself fully inside her making her hiss and throw her head back.

“Does that hurt” he asked.

“Yes but don't you dare stop” Camille panted in his ear.

Calum tried to set an easy pace as he took his time enjoying the feel of her around him.Camille squirmed impatiently making him grin.Until she clenched around him and grabbed the back of his neck.

“Fuck me hard Calum. Do it.” She whispered before kissing under his jaw right on the sensitive spot she'd found. Raking her teeth along it she knew she was leaving marks. Calum responded immediately. He leaned her back partly against  the mirror.  Grabbing her hip with one hand and her throat with the other he set a punishing rhythm.  Camille couldn't help but squeeze around him every time he'd slam into her g spot causing them both to moan. Camille reached one hand down between her legs to rub circles on her clit the other caressing her own breasts. He'd never seen anything hotter. Calum could feel his orgasm building as he fucked Camille into oblivion.

“Are you close” he asked her.Camille just whimpered and nodded sending Calum into a frenzy.He watched her climax hit her. Her eyes screwed shut and his name tumbled from her lips again and again. Right as she hit her high her hips began to buck. Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and he could feel her tremble around him. “Oh God what the fuck” it was too much and Calum's orgasm hit him harder and sooner than he expected. “Camille” he cried out her name as both a curse and a prayer.

Next Chapter All On My Mind

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[fluffybunnybadass]

been working on cleaning this mess (partially started here before i remembered, oh yeah, take befores)

bed

like. literally the mattress

you can even see the dirt but unfortunately I do not have an upholstery cleaner/attachment capable machine for my carpet cleaner. ergo, vacuuming it

and spot cleaning. if you zoom in you can kinda see the one spot. kinda

the floor. by gods the floor. vacuum, and first carpet cleaning in 9 years.

organize what's gonna be my "vanity" over there in the (left) corner.

make the bed after vacuuming & spot cleaning & turning

pick up the stuffs and put them away

I did the one corner first, since it was the easiest/required the least "prep" work

for 9 years, that's not... terrible, but that sure is a lot. a second pass with soap didn't yield much dirty water (for the carpet lol. it comes out kinda dirty yellow when it's been overdone/can't pick up any more major dirt without stripping the color)

Overall, pass paths aside, it looks pretty great! much better than before

then I had a dunce cap moment. it literally made my brain stop working, unable to figure out how to proceed.

finally, after muuuuch whining and delibration, I went with the spray. I seriously got incredibly mad at how fucking legitimately "easy" and ZERO EFFORT it fucking was at removing a year old stain. No before, because I seriously thought I was supposed to do more than just sit it on there.

Seriously. Unless you know what to look for, you can't find it in the second pic

smfgdh i seriously can't believe all i had to do was spray a lil sumthin' sumthin' on it and it would magically go woosh, gone! spirited away. bye bye stain. you fucking haunting asshole.

Anyways, tidied up the "vanity" spot.

threw out some acne product i never used that expired back in 2014. how even. i didn't even buy any of that product, and my acne finally calmed down once i was on my own (thank god), not even bad during periods, so really, I didn't need it. bye-bye.

Organized some stuff and made it look more presentable and voila! somewhere flat I can do my makeup that is not the floor!

And that's all I got done since uhhhh sometime afternoon, 3pm-ish? it's midnight now. oops.

[realexotrash]

Cabin//pt.3

(I’ve spent more time looking for a picture/gif for this than actually writing this. My fingers got a goddamn workout from scrolling for the past couple hours and I swear I’ve seen every BBH pic on the internet now. Just think about that chair as the dining room table chair, and he’s got the smirk I guess so... here)

genre: smut, fluff, friend!au,

warning: Eating out, graphic smut, A (kind of) HELLA TWIST, Baekhyun still being a goddamn tease like always.

length: I guess It’s a pretty good length

Authors note: SO THE SMUT BEGINS. A lot of you requested that the smut begins in this chapter, but a lot of you also requested that it didn’t so I thought I would meet you guys half way and give you something a little spicy to hold you off till the next chapter. Please don’t be afraid to leave recommendations or requests for what you want to see in later chapters in my ask box along with other smuts, fluffs, reactions, etc. Enjoy!

pt: 1 // 2 // 3

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"You know you sleep talk."

Oh no, oh no. You've been sleep talking since you were about ten years old, and everything that ever comes out is either gibberish, or your actual thoughts, especially when asked questions.

You laugh, although it comes off shakier than you would have liked. "Oh yeah, I once had a twenty minute conversation with my mom about why fidget spinners caused the cold war." You walk towards the dining room table, trying to put on the best poker face you can manage, "wh-what did I say?" Good job y/n, now he knows you're nervous.

He gives a little chuckle then slowly glides towards you, sitting in the seat just opposite. "We'll..." he looks to the ceiling as if he's trying to remember. "At first you were randomly talking about 'the large cheeto man with a comb over' and I assumed that you meant Donald Trump, so I asked you if you were talking about Donald Trump you said, 'Ah yes, he is a very large cheeto indeed.'" He takes a sip of his soda, "And when you answered my first question, I thought I might as well ask you some other questions." Your eyes are wide and fingers gripping tightly to the bottom of the wooden chair. He see's your panicked expression and gives you a sweet smile, continuing. "So I asked you, 'What's your favorite thing about Baekhyun?'" Oh my god, OH MY GOD. "And you immediately said 'his smile' and I thought that was really adorable, but then you sleepishly decided to continue,” You grip your chair harder, knuckles turning white. “'His smile, and oh god his hands? have you seen his hands? They're sculpted by God himself, just like the rest of his body. But that smile, that smile is the best goddamn thing on this Earth. Oh and his singing voice. I can listen to him sing to me for the rest of my life.'" You slouch down in your chair, closing your eyes to avoid eye contact from the everlasting embarrassment that is now engorging you. "And when you're finally finished about going on and on about my smile and how you can look at it all day and night, I asked, 'So what do you think about Baekhyun as a person?' and you hesitated for a second so I thought you were awake," he laughs "but then you rambled about how I was an ass for like 5 years to you and then you said," You hear him take a sip, this time his voice turns a little more serious as he continues. You can practically feel his eyes burning through you even with yours being closed. "'Baekhyun is easy to fall in love with, especially when he's your neighbor.'" Your eyes shoot open and meet with his immediately, "'The Baekhyun you fall in love with isn't the Baekhyun that is an asshole to you everyday, but the Baekhyun you see behind his window. The Baekhyun that you see smiling and singing and being himself from a distance.'" You're in shock, you didn't even know you could comprehend sentences while you're sleep talking, let alone confess this hardcore to Baekhyun. "It gave me quite a shock I do have to admit," he gives you a nervous laugh.

You squeeze your eyes shut again in pure  embarrassment, "Baekhyun you weren't supposed to hear any of that I'm sorry." Your words come out fast and high pitched.

"It's okay, really. I just thought it was funny?" He gives you a little shrug before you stand, heading towards the fridge for some orange juice, your throat is extremely dry.

Baekhyun trails behind you so he can sit at the kitchen island, "Is my smile really that great?" You hear him say playfully behind you.

"Yah! Baek shut up!" You say turning around to give him a dirty look, though it comes off more innocent than anything, you look more like a pissed off 7 year old.

"Baek? I like that." He smiles widely, obviously trying to smile as much as he can now.

You roll your eyes at him and pour yourself a glass of orange juice drinking it slowly so you can coat your dry throat.

"So you actually wanted to die when I walked out of the bathroom in only a towel?"

You choke on your orange juice.

"Wh-what?"

"You said that you wanted to die when I came out of the bathroom because 'his body is so heavenly I had to run to the room just to get some air.'" He says in a mock voice, "OH! And I knew that you were staring at me while I slept the other night! You admitted it!"

You didn't even know what to do. Do you run? Or laugh along? No, instead your body decides to do the most extra thing it can think of by squatting down behind the counter so he couldn't see you.

"Ah it's okay y/n, I know my lips are plump and exquisite under the moonlight."

"Oh my god." Was all you could whisper to yourself.

When you stood up from your awkward counter squat, your face was as red as a tomato.

"I didn't think you found me so hot y/n." He winks at you, taking another long sip from his soda.

You took a long sigh and looked skyward. Why the hell is this happening to you? This could have happened any other time, but no, it had to happen when you’re stuck in a cabin with Baekhyun for another 4 days.

“I’m gonna um... take a nap.” You say, pointing in the direction of the room before dragging your body down the hallway.

Just as you entered and started to close it, Baekhyun squeezed through and pushed you up against the door with one hand, the other settling right next to your head, trapping you.

"I wasn't finished." His voice came out deeper than usual.

He pushed towards you, lips almost touching as he whispered, “Did you like watching me get off to you?” You gasp and quickly look down at the floor.

He moves his head to the right, attaching his loft lips to your neck.

Your body is completely still, unable to move even if you wanted to.

He continues, "You kept going on about how nice my 'long thick cock looked in my hand as I was pulling it at the thought of you.'" The hand that was placed next to your head starts brushing your hair out of the way so he could lick up the shell of your ear, stopping to slowly suck on your lobe, "You were touching yourself on the other side of the door while you watched me cum at the thought of you?"Your thighs clench hard under the sound of his voice in your ear.

"Well?" He leaves an open mouth kiss on the spot under your ear, "Is it true?" Not know what else to say, you nod your head and whisper a slow, “yes.”

His lips are on yours. His kiss is soft yet dominating as he licks your lower lip asking for entrance. Your tongues start battling for dominance, eventually submitting to him.

You thread your hands through his brown locks as he pulls your waist against him, clashing your bodies together. You submit completely into his touch, growing impatient as the feeling of his member becomes more and more prominent on your thigh.

Lifting you up, you wrap your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. He turns around and starts to walk towards the bed laying you down, resting in between your open legs as you continue your rough make out.

Both hands start to travel up your shirt, slowly lifting it to see how you would react, "can I?" He breaths, breaking away from your lips for only a second. As soon as you nod the cloth is discarded from your body and thrown somewhere in the room in one swift movement.

He starts kissing down your jawline, down your neck, and across your collarbone, sucking lightly in places and swirling his tongue on the sensitive skin.

"Baekhyun." You whimpered impatiently.

He gave your collarbones on last kiss before moving down to your bra. His right hand dug underneath you and unclasped it, removing it as swiftly as your shirt.

"Fuck you're so beautiful." He says lightly before taking your right nipple into his mouth. A moan escapes your mouth, arching against him as he uses his hand to need the other. He took your nipple in between his teeth, biting down only slightly so you would get a mixture of both pleasure and sweet pain, earning him a loud moan from you before doing the same to the other.

He starts to move downwards, placing open mouth kisses on your torso, stopping at the hem of your shorts.

He looks up at you for approval, his fingers rubbing up and down your sides, similarly to how he was doing in the lake earlier this morning.

You nod rapidly "Yes, Baek please."

His long fingers hook in the hem of your shorts, pulling them down your legs, keeping eye contact with you. His hands caress your thighs, opening them so now his face was only inches away from your core.

He smirks up at you, seeing just how badly you want him by the pool of wetness showing through your panties. You squirm at the feeling of his hot breath hitting your clit.

"So wet. Is this all for me?" He smirks while pulling your panties down your legs.You whimper an almost silent yes, anticipating his next move. He kisses your inner thighs, giving them small bites occasionally, marking you. He licks your outer lips up and down, never coming in contact with where you need him most.

"Baekhyun," you pant "stop teasing, please." lifting your hips in the slightest.

His deep laugh radiates through you "so needy."

You sit up on your elbows, eyes fluttering shut when he finally gives your nub a small kiss, licking a stripe from your slit up, sweeping his tongue side to side as he reaches your clit.

You moan, hips bucking up to meet his face. He smirks up at you before wrapping his hands around your thighs to pin you down. You fall back against the pillow as you feel his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly.

Moans and Baekhyun's name tumble out of your mouth, eyes squeezed shut feeling only the pleasure his mouth is bringing you while grabbing a fist full of his hair, earning you a deep groan from him.

He adds a finger, entering it half way before pulling it out again. You whine, looking down at him, eyes pleading for him to stop teasing. He complies by entering his long finger, curling it immediately to hit your spot. You gasp at the pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he adds a second digit. His fingers work fast, going in and out at a speed that matches with his tongue movements on your clit. Your moans become louder and louder, sweat and euphoria coat your body, feeling a heat begin to rise in your stomach.

"B-Baekhyun I-I-I'm gonna..." you can barely get the words out. He takes his other hand and spreads your lips wider so your clit is isolated before sucking hard and bringing his tongue down in circles, giving you that last push to cum. Screaming his name, your orgasm rips through you, your body feeling only pure ecstasy. His lips and fingers continue, riding out your orgasm before driving you over the edge.

"Too-too much." You whimper out, grabbing his hand.

He stops his movements, moving up your body to catch your lips. He sucks and bites down on your lower lip, pulling away slightly. He grabs your leg, wrapping it around his waist so he could press his clothed member against you. You moan into his mouth, feeling how hard he is.

In a sudden moment you hear the familiar click of the front door being unlocked and pushed open.

You both look at each other with panic.

With energy it seems like you harnessed from the sun, you roll off the bed and put on your clothes in light speed.

You turn to Baekhyun while hopping into your shorts "Stay here and pretend like you're taking a nap." You whisper.

He gives you a wink and a thumbs up before climbing into bed, turning away from the door.

You walk down the hallway into the living room to see your mom looking down at the mess you and Baekhyun had forgotten to clean last night sitting on the coffee table.

She looks up at you. "Hi sweetheart." moving towards you to embrace you in a hug.

"Hi mom." You say while trying to hide the breathlessness in your voice as you hug her back, "I thought you guys were gonna stay for the retreat?" You give her the most innocent look you can possibly make.

She smiles, "Yeah, we still are. I just wanted to come and check up on you guys, make sure you're okay. And I forgot my phone charger here and have been having to use your fathers, so I might as well come get that too."

"Yeah were doing fine.” Steady your breath y/n. “Baekhyun's asleep." You say, giving a fake eye roll.

"Has he lightened up? You know, since we left?” The concern in her protruding through her smile, “I’m sorry, I know you two really don’t get along.”

"Yeah yeah don’t worry Mom, he’s gotten a lot friendlier.”

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[exoparkchanyeogiwa]

Body Heat (Oneshot)

(Pic is not mine)

'...you couldn't have asked for a better way to end a painfully cold winter's night - even if it meant that you would end up smelling like a wet dog the following morning.'

A broken boiler leaves you shivering from the lack of central heating inside your apartment. Luckily for you, a certain werewolf named Kim Jongin happens to have a very high body temperature...

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Oneshot/Werewolf AU

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Genre: Fluff

Member: Kai/Jongin

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Howling gusts of wind blew through the misty, winter air. The snow-speckled trees swayed gently from side to side - branches bare and their fallen leaves lying at their feet.

Street lamps lit up the icy paths, accompanied by the occasional pair of glowing headlights from oncoming cars. Millions of crystalline snow-flakes danced, elegantly, in the wind - falling, falling, falling and falling until finally settling on the ground, creating a delicate blanket of pure white. The full moon floated, silently, amongst the stars - illuminating the entire scene that was playing out on the ground below it.

To the naked eye, this scene would appear as nothing short of beautiful.

However, to you - who was shivering beneath a bundle of blankets, in a freezing cold apartment that was seriously lacking a reliable heat source - the scene outside was simply horrendous.

What made the entire ordeal a hundred times worse was the fact that you had just run out of your favorite hot chocolate.

So there you were - trembling in a ball, on your bed, inside your cursed apartment. You were wearing several layers of clothing with a thick scarf, cotton mittens, a wooly hat and a pair of the fluffiest socks you could find in your drawer.

But to your dismay, the multiple layers of clothing proved useless against the unforgiving cold.

At this point, you were surprised that your body hadn't stiffened in place and that your snot hadn't frozen into two icicles, dangling from each of your nostrils.

To make matters even worse, you could've sworn that you were coming down with a cold. Your nose was blocked, your head was acheing and all your senses were clouded.

As a result of this, you were left unable to hear the quiet thud of paws that made their way to your door; you didn't hear the jingle of a key,  the unlocking of the door or the footsteps that crept through your apartment. You didn't hear the ragged breathing and you couldn't smell the scent of wet dog that engulfed your apartment.

You were, however, able to feel the warmth of a hand resting against your shoulder.

Wearily, you looked up and were met with the eyes of Kim Jongin. Kim Jongin who was a dancer, a singer, your boyfriend of 3 years and also your favorite werewolf in the entire universe.

"Hey Y/n," he said "how are you feeling, baby?" he said, kneeling down beside you.

"I've been better." you whined in response.

"Yeah, I know. It's freezing in here... I promise - as soon as I have time - I'll fix that boiler for you."

You smiled, weakly and once again buried your face into your pillow.

Jongin sighed and stood up.

"I'm just gonna go have a quick shower Y/n. I smell of wet dog." He said, laughing.

He knelt down once more and pecked your lips. A sudden gush of warmth spread across your entire face as soon as his lips came into contact with your own.That's when you realised...

You needed more body heat.

Suddenly, you sat up in bed, launched your hands up, grabbed hold of Jongin's arms and - with surprising strength - pulled him into the bed next to you.

You quickly buried your head into his chest and nuzzled deep into his embrace - not even minding the underlying stench of wet dog because it was an aroma that you had already grown to know and love. Jongin, who was clearly still shocked by your sudden outburst of energy, gaped at you with wide eyes.

"H-how did you do that Y/n?"

"I don't know Jongin. I'm cold."

"I know you're cold, silly, but how does being cold give you enough strength to pull a guy into bed like that?" He said.

You closed your eyes and pulled him closer - the heat emanating from his body keeping you warm and loosening your stiffened joints.

"Were you that desperate to get me into bed with you, Y/n?" He said.

And although you weren't looking directly at him, you could just feel the smirk that was playing on his lips.

You nudged him in the stomach and he feigned hurt before he wrapped his arms around you once again. "I don't know how I did it, Jongin. All I know is that I'm really, really, really cold and that your werewolf body temperature is very, very, very warm. So I think it's perfect!"

Jongin chuckled and brought his lips to your forehead.

"Babyyy," he said "I'd love to cuddle with you right now but I need to go shower! I'll be back as soon as possible - I promise. I just don't want you to smell like wet dog." He said.

"First of all, you are a wet dog and second of all, I really don't care." You said, bluntly.

"Just, please... stay with me."

Jongin thought for a moment and eventually decided to give in to you and your pouty, blue lips. "Okay, fine. Just don't blame me if you end up smelling like wet dog tomorrow morning..."

You cheered and pulled his body close.

"Smelling like wet dog is far better than having to deal with this stupid weather alone." You said.

Jongin held your hands in his own and kissed your knuckles - causing a warm sensation to encase your trembling fingers. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his broad chest.

His entire body warmed your aching limbs and every touch felt like a ray of warm sun had kissed your entire being. You could hear every steady beat of his heart and every breath that he made. The warmth he was emitting was perfect. You even ended up removing a layer or two of clothing just so you could all the more melt into his soothing touch.

Your eyes fluttered shut as the cold continued to exit your body. Love and warmth was all that was left, encasing you.

In love, in warmth and in the arms of Kim Jongin.

You were safe and warm in his embrace and you couldn't have asked for a better way to end a painfully cold winter's night - even if it meant that you would end up smelling like a wet dog the following morning.

You knew that you had to get that boiler fixed eventually. But, at least for now, you were lucky to have a kind of back-up radiator: your beloved Kim Jongin - your very own supply of extra body heat.

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Whew... two fics in less than a week? Thats a pretty big thing for me 😂

As always... enjoy!

-Z

[thekidultlife]

The Last Page | Seungcheol

Words: 2683

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff??

Entry No. 187

Our story was the whisper you’d hear between parted lips and within the silent clash of gnashing teeth and tongue.

“Do you still write?”

“Puh-lease. Can you pose a better question after this one? As pointless as it is to answer, yes, I still write. Mostly children’s books, sometimes a few novels. I’m working on a big one right now, one that has taken up years to write. But it’s about to be finished. Heck, why am I even answering your stupid question?”

“I’m so proud of you. You’ve dreamed about becoming a successful writer, I remember.”

“And you’re not so bad yourself. Billboards lift your name up to the sky like the star you are. And magazines, too. I don’t recall seeing any magazines without your name or your face plastered on the front page.”

“It goes with the business. Come the time I turn thirty in the next few years, people will start to forget me.”

“Oh, I doubt it. They even start freaking out when you post pics of your PJs. I honestly can’t wrap my head around that. PJs. Why on earth would they freak out about some goddamn PJs?”

“I’m telling you, this fame won’t last and it makes me paranoid. I think I’m gonna have heartburn before I turn forty.”

“What’s up with you and aging? I’ll bet you a hundred dollars and a cup of your favourite brew that you’re gonna be like John Lennon: you’ll be immortal, timeless, forever frozen back to the time you sang your first song out to millions, along with the others.”

“So you still know my favourite brew.”

“We were talking about your fame.”

“Is it too late to say that I’ve finally realized that all this prestige is so nominal and superficial?”

“Oh, and by the way, I saw this little video clip of you running into an airport restroom. Imagine that. You’re all over the Internet because you simply weren’t able to hold it in. I laughed at that thought, you know.”

“Do you still write about me?”

The first chapter you wrote in this novel about him was far from a fairytale.

It was downright slutty and could be classified as fucking porn classic. You honestly couldn’t think of a better way to describe this one.

It was the story of how you first fucked. Not made love, no (you’ve done that so many times already). This was pure, actual, sinful fucking.

It all began when you lied to your mom about having tutorial sessions. You were like, Mom, I’ve been flunking tests these days, and I think I need to ask someone to tutor me. What do you think? Mom was like, Oh sure, go ahead. You pretend to be relieved and you hug her, and then you leave the room to call Choi Seungcheol, your longtime boyfriend, up into your unit.

“Is your mom still there?” he asked casually.

“Yeah,” you answered as you lock your bedroom door and started to remove your bra. “But she’s leaving for some kind of meeting, so we’ll have the house to ourselves.”

“You naughty, naughty girl,” he teased, his voice dropping a tad lower, making you feel chills up and down your spine, and making you sticky wet between your legs. “Are you really sure about this?”

“About what?” you asked innocently, while removing your shorts and throwing your panties into the laundry basket. “Be here in ten, okay? We’re going to study a lot of equations.”

Your mom doesn’t leave as you expected, though, and when Seungcheol walks in, his eyes widen as she took him into her arms.

“Oh, Seungcheollie! My, how you’ve grown. How is training? I heard you’ll be going around the world for your tour. Is it true?” Seungcheol talked with your mom, but all the while his eyes were taking in your large shirt and the hardened peaks of your breasts underneath. His lashes lowered for fraction of a second, and he grinned as he looked at your red face.

“I’ll fix up something in the kitchen. If only Y/N told me that you were her tutor, I would have prepared something better…” your mom’s voice drifted out into the kitchen.

Seungcheol reached for you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Wow. You really are a writer. Imagine, you created someone out of me so quickly. Imagine, me. A tutor. Where the actual fuck did that come from?”

“Shut up,” you hissed under your breath, before running back into your bedroom to sulkily wear fresh underwear. When you got back to the living room, you were holding a textbook and some paper. You plopped into the carpeted floor, right between Seungcheol’s legs. You smelled udon from the kitchen, and you frowned.

              “Let’s start this tutorial, if you may,” you say gloomily. “At least act the part.”

              But instead of reaching for the pen on the coffee table, Seungcheol’s hands started to snake in underneath your shirt. A slow ache started to build inside you, making you arch against his knee.

              “I’m not sure about what exactly to teach you,” he whispered to you before nibbling your earlobe. “But I’m pretty…handy, you know.”

              Yeah, like you couldn’t sense how handy he was from the way he would caress your stomach and the lower part of your back before unclasping your bra.

              “I thought I was seeing little rosebuds a while ago,” he teased as he cupped your breasts. His voice was getting weaker and weaker, his hands warmer, and you could feel the hard bulge of between his jeans. You gasp as he twisted a nipple.

              You moan softly as he fondles your breasts, his mouth devouring your neck.

              “So what’s the first lesson of our tutorial session?” A hand slid beneath your panties to stroke your hot, wet core. He licked your neck and it was all you could do to casually open a page while he continued to rub you.

              “Probability,” you gasp as he sank a finger into you. Fuck. You could feel him rubbing you inside. “Teach me about probability.”

              He pushed three more fingers inside you, and your one arm reached up to him, clawing his neck, before grazing down between his jeans. You rubbed him contentedly, laughing seductively as you felt him go harder and harder. You tried to unzip him, but he suddenly spoke.

              “Fine.” he growled as his hand on your abused breasts left and he roughly turned your face towards his to kiss you with a torrid passion that was to be expected of him. You smile as he pushed his tongue deep into your mouth, clashing with yours. He stopped rubbing you down there and pushed you to the floor. Teasingly, he slid your panties down, exposing you. A maniacal smile curved his lips, and his eyes, hazy with lust, looked at you as you lay there, legs wide open, dark curls leading down to your wet, wet, wet pussy. Fuck me already, Seungcheol-ah.

              He eyed the kitchen, where your mom was cooking. Then he laughed softly and sank between you, his hand stroking you slowly, and then faster and faster, making you writhe with restrained pleasure.

              “What is the probability of your mom catching me fucking you mercilessly, babe?” His head sank between your legs, and his hand was replaced with his mouth. You pulled at his hair, your eyes at the ceiling, unable to answer as you plunged into wave and wave of orgasm as his tongue sucked and licked you inside and out.

              “Cheol-ah,” was all you could say as he continued eating you down there like dessert.

              Meanwhile, footsteps coming from the kitchen got closer and closer into the living room.

“I still write about you, but not in the way you would like it.”

“I still sing about you, too. Or rather, rap. But you get the point, right?”

“You’re not paying attention, Cheol-ah.”

“Let’s just get back together, please. That’s all I’m saying.”

Your mom continued to talk to Seungcheol. You were now seated at the dining room table. Your pussy still throbbed with pain and pleasure, but you managed to act normal enough to eat udon noodles.

“I didn’t know you were a math expert as well, Seungcheol-ah. Such a talented boy you are.” You almost blushed yourself all the way to beet red had it not been for Seungcheol’s casual, sunny smile.

“Not at all, Mom,” he said cheerfully.

After a few more minutes of talking, your mom announced that she’ll be leaving for a seminar, but will be back at six.

She winked at the you and Seungcheol conspiratorially. “Behave, you two,” she said before locking the door behind her.

Oh, we’ll behave all right.

You wrote in your first chapter how Seungcheol toppled over a whole kettle of udon as he pinned you down on the dinner table and literally tore your shirt off you, exposing your nakedness. You wrote about how his mouth closed in on one hardened nipple, sucking noisily, and how his other hand thumbed the other. You wrote about how he kept saying, “Undress me now, babe,” while his mouth devoured yours. You wrote about how shaky your hands felt when you unzipped his jeans while he was on top of you and how the dinner table almost broke down as he pushed them away. You wrote about how you marvelled at his large, swelling cock, which drove into you like a sword to its sheath with such a force that you screamed out in pleasure. Seungcheol pummelled inside you over and over, splitting you open, making you wider and wider to accommodate his size. You wrote about how he went faster and faster, about how the table shook and about how noisy and sweaty you both were, screaming the whole unit down. You wrote about how your legs wrapped around him very tightly as he came, his seed spilling into you, about how you almost fainted as he shouted your name in a guttural voice, and about how heavy and comforting he was as he slumped into you, panting, out of breath, and content.

You were like that for a few precious moments, his mouth on yours, his eyes still clouded with an insatiable lust for you.

“So,” he whispered as he licked your lips and then your neck, “I hope you liked our first session.”

              You looked at Seungcheol squarely in the eye. “I,” you began haltingly, “I still write about you, but not in the way you would want me to write about you.”

              The pain in his eyes was so telling, and tears were welling up, but he just nodded for you to continue. His favourite mug of coffee was still on the table, untouched. He wasn’t paying attention to anything else. He was paying attention to you.

              “I write about you the way I would write obituaries. Like you’re dead, a thing of the past, someone to be remembered but not someone to go back to,” you said in a cruel, casual tone. “I write about you when I’m sad, or when I’m lonely, or when I’m so down in the mire that I can’t pick myself up. I never write about you when I’m happy, because you were never a reason for my happiness. And I,” you suddenly caught yourself, suddenly noted that you were crying, that he was crying, and that your voice had gotten loud enough to resound within the almost-empty café. “I…I…” you looked away from him and into the glass-panelled windows, out into the busy streets and city lights.

              I don’t know how to stop writing about you.

              Silence reigned for a few moments.

              And then Seungcheol spoke.

              “Is the novel…” his voice trailed off for a second as he leaned close towards you, pushing aside his mug of coffee. “Is the novel you’re writing about…is it about…me?”

              Your eyes immediately looked into his, with a deadpan certainty in them.

              “Yes.”

“You denied me,” you shouted, tears streaking down your face like the rain during that stormy night. “You denied us. You. Denied. Me.”

He tried to grab your hands but you pushed him away. “I thought you’d understand―”

“I never asked you to make us public. I never asked for you to recognize me in front of anyone. But I never,” you sobbed and sank to the wet asphalt. “I never thought you’d deny loving me.”

For a while Seungcheol was helpless, his hands swaying at his sides, his face contorted with the pain of seeing you like this because of something he did.

“Y/N, you’ve got to understand―” he paused to shake away the pain. “―they were making me choose between my career and…and you.” He was crying now. “I was way in over my head. I wasn’t thinking. But you know differently! You know, the boys know, the agency knows, the whole world knows, Y/N, that I love you.”

You slapped him. Hard.

“Liar.” How can the whole world know when you blatantly said ‘No, I don’t have a girlfriend, she’s someone I barely know’?

Maybe this just wasn’t supposed to work, after all.

Just when you were about to slam the door to his face, he pushed you inside and kissed you hard, the way he would whenever he couldn’t say anything through words.

In the last chapter you’ve been writing, you wrote about how his tears mixed with yours as you melted underneath his hands. You remembered tasting soju in his mouth, you remembered how you cried harder as he kissed your tears away. You wrote about how he unzipped your soaking wet dress and how he carried you across the house and into the privacy of your bedroom. You wrote about how he kissed you from head to toe, of how he parted your legs to kiss you in the place between, and how you moaned out his name as he made you come.

You wrote about how you claimed him that one last time, how you took him gently inside your mouth, and how you sucked at him like he was the one thing you ever wanted to taste. You wrote about how his tears fell on your head as you sucked him to insanity, and how you swallowed all his essence down like it was nectar and ambrosia.

You remembered the last time he laid you on the bed and entered you so sweetly, you wrote about how you enclosed him in your wetness fully. You wrote about how he went slowly, delving deep, pushing inside you, filling you. How he went faster and faster, about how you closed your eyes to take in this feeling of fullness and pain. You wrote about how his body convulsed and how your breasts swayed as he came, and how that with his final thrust came the pain of knowing that this would end. All of it.

You wrote about how you cried all night while he slept, embracing you tight.

              “You know,” Seungcheol began as a tear streamed down his cheek, “It’s not too late.” He tried to reach for your hand but you drew it away.

              “It is.” You looked down at the coffee cup before you.

              “You can still rewrite it. Or change how it would end―”

              “―No.” Your voice was firm, like steel hardened by fire. “It’s too late.” Your eyes slowly look up to meet his. “Because I am already writing the last page right now.”

              “Funny.” Seungcheol smiled briefly. “The thing is…” In one swift motion, he pulled your face close and kissed you.

              Unable to recover from your shock, Seungcheol pulled away and looked deeply into your eyes. “The thing is,” he continued, “I am writing the last line of my song right now, too.” He released you, and leaned back on his chair again. “So which ending would it be?”

              You just gazed at each other.

              At the back of your mind, another story was forming.

Admin Leanne

[kee-writestrashh]

Blood on My Name

Seth x Amelia Davenport fandom: Damnation words: 1634 warning: blood, typical canon angst  song insp. ao3

*pic not mine*

summary: picking up right where season 1 left us

He stared and smeared the blood on his fingers, gripping the bible tight. Narrowing his eyes as he stepped down the darkened hall. Slow, tentative steps as he neared a dark shape on the floor. His heart pounding in his chest, swallowing thickly, hoping against hope it was not what he was thinking. Stomach clenching as he stooped down at the dark shape, knowing it was Amelia.

His mind reeling. Any excitement and fresh ideas he had were fading quickly as he hit his knees, dropping the bible beside him and brushing a strand of Amelia’s from her face, thumb smearing blood across her cheek. “Amelia...” He whispered hoarsely, unsure what to do. He had seen blood, bodies, and death many times. He had watched the woman he once loved murdered at the hands of his father. But he was even less prepared for this one. There was no one to blame this time. No one but himself.

“Seth.” Amelia whispered, a grimace on her face, removing her hand from her blood soaked side.

Without hesitation Seth pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and placed it over the cloth over the wound, applying gentle pressure. “We have to get you to the doctor.” He said urgently, shifting on his knees to scoop his wife up.

“Where is she?” Amelia asked suddenly, opening her eyes wide and casting a wild look around the dark room.

“She?” Seth asked slowly, scrunching his brows in apparent confusion. “Who... who is she?”   

“Connie.”

Seth stared at her for a few silent moments. Her words not making sense to him. “Amelia, you’ve lost a lot of blood. We need to get you to the doctor.”

“It was her Seth! She... her husband... she’s a strike breaker.... Arkansas.” She said, mind working furiously to try and find words as well at keep the gathering blackness at bay.

“What are you saying?” He asked stupidly, standing up and glancing around the empty house. He took a few steps further, noticing a cold draft. The wind blowing in through a broken window. He took a few cautious steps forward, looking out the broken glass to find Connie, also covered in blood. He body rigid and unnatural.

“I shot her. She tried... her husband was... the strikebreaker in Marion. He killed... and then I killed... and now here...” Amelia said between pants, trying to muster her strength and push herself up.

Seth blinked, turning back to Amelia and crossing back to her. He said nothing else, scooping her up and hurrying her to the car. How he had got Amelia to town or into the doctor’s office would forever be beyond him. All he knew was that it was paramount that she make it through. Even if she was angry with him. Even if she would forever hate him. He loved her. It was something he hadn’t realized until she put him on the spot after he confessed a majority of his past to her. How the hurt in her eyes felt like a twisting knife in an already stabbed chest.

“Preacher?” 

Seth looked up at the voice, seeing Preston sitting up in bed. He gave a weak smile to the man, “How are ya feeling, Preston?”

“I... fine, I guess? What are you doin’ here?” Preston said uncertainly. He never seemed to be confident in anything he said or thought.

“Amelia was hurt.” Seth said quietly, standing from his seat and pacing. He hadn’t seen or heard from the doctor since he had taken Amelia to a private backroom. It was causing him to go stir crazy.

“Who’d wanna hurt her? Hurtin’ a preacher’s wife...” Preston said with a small shake of his head glancing around the small recovery room. Martha must have forgotten to pull the curtains back around his bed before she left. Or maybe it was the doctor.

Everybody. Seth thought to himself. Their secret was out of the bag now. Mostly. Within a day or two the whole town, and people beyond the town would know that Amelia was behind the underground papers. Too many people were involved. Too many people who weren’t likely to keep quiet. He stopped at a window and felt hot rage lick his boiling insides.

Creeley. 

He stormed from the doctor’s office building, shoes crunching the gravel and snow under his every footfall as he advanced on his brother’s back. It was Bessie who had spotted him first, and grabbed Creeley’s arm, as Seth reached for his gun; only to remember it was not there.

Creeley turned quickly, but Seth had already grabbed him by the front of his coat and slammed him against the closest car door. “Lightening doesn’t strike twice, huh?” He growled at Creeley. “Was she working with you? Was she sent here to kill us?”

Creeley gave Seth a bewildered look, pushing his brother back to get free from his grasp, pulling his own gun. “What are you talking about? Workin’ with who?”

“That Connie woman! She’s a strikebreaker too! Or was. Doesn’t matter anymore.” Seth snapped, nonplussed by Creeley’s gun.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Don’t lie to me! You just couldn’t let me be happy, could you?! First Cynthia, and now Amelia!”

Creeley gave a blink, casting a sideways glance to Bessie. “Amelia’s dead?”

Seth dropped his shoulders and sighed, feeling defeated inside. “No. Not yet. The doctor is working on her now. But that’s not the point, is it? All of this is your fault.”

“No, Seth. It’s not my fault. This is on you, and the choices you’ve made. I tried to warn them both. I tried to warn you.” Creeley said, hand tightening on his gun.

Seth glared at his brother, fists balling at his sides. An ugly rage trying to surface. Just looking at the man before him made him want to shout and curse God himself for everything.

“I think it’s time you left here Seth. I’m leavin’ too.” Creeley nodded, re-holstering his gun and smoothing his jacket out as he spit at Seth’s feet. 

“You can’t scare me. I’m not leaving. And you’ll be back in jail if you--”

“Nope.” Creeley smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets and giving a shrug. “I’m leaving. And don’t you try and follow me.”

“Me? Follow you? What makes you think you’re worth following, Squealey?”

“I ain’t an innocent man either, Seth. But everything I’ve done, it was for me. For you. For Pa.” 

“You’ve done nothing. So if you’re gonna kill me, go on and get it on with, damnit!”

“Language preacher.”

Seth took another step forward, but paused when he caught sight of the fear on Bessie’s face. She had remained stock still. Like an animal being cornered.

“Preacher Seth?” The doctor called from the doorway, drying his hands on a rag.

“Don’t make me tell you again.” Seth hissed at his bother, turning sharply on his heel and walking away.

“Likewise.” Creeley nodded, spitting again and turning toward Bessie. “Come on, we need to hurry and get out of here, before anyone else shows up.”

When Seth stepped back inside the building, he registered the shaking in his hands, the warmth of the building biting at his cold cheeks. “How is she?” He demanded of the doctor, following hot on his heels.

“She’s sleeping now. I think if we can get her through the night, her chances will be much better.” the doctor said slowly, leading Seth to the back room. He turned to Seth and fixed him with a hard look. “What happened to her?”

Seth peered around the doctor, watching Amelia breathe. Her face pale and sickly. Piles of ruined, bloodied rags on the table beside her next to a wash bin. The water inside, steaming slightly, pink in color now. 

“A strike breaker.” Seth finally managed to say, stepping around the doctor and taking a ginger seat on the edge of her bed. He took her hand in his, unsure of who had the colder hands at the moment. A lump sticking in his throat when he tried to swallow. He ignored the doctor, who bustled around, cleaning up the mess that was made. 

What if Amelia didn’t pull through? What was he to do then? No. No, she would be fine. She had to be. She was all he had anymore. His mind lingering on Connie. How had he not seen it as suspicious that she just happened to show up in town during the middle of all of this?

‘Is he the bad man?’

She was after him. The thought made him feel nauseous. That woman had a bullet with his name on it, for two years now. Only for her to discover, Amelia had been the one to murder the strikebreaker. To avenge the death of her first husband. And now here was fate, playing her game.

He stared at the floor for what felt like hours. His back stiff and aching. His feet numb and cold. Mind unable to comprehend anything. Shaking sleep from his head every so often.

Until finally, Amelia tightened her hand around his. He snapped his eyes to hers. She still looked on the verge of death. But she managed to part her lips and lick them slightly.

“I might be wrong. But I think now is one of those times when you’re supposed to be praying, preacher.” She quipped, her voice hardly audible.

“I have been.” 

There's a reckonin' a-comin' And it burns beyond the grave Lead inside my belly 'cause my soul has lost its way Oh, Lazarus How did your debts get paid? Oh, Lazarus Were you so afraid? When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you With the Hounds of Hell comin' after you I've got blood, I've got blood on my name

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Thanks for your reply. I didn't quite know how to send you the Kingsman screenshots so I made a tumblr post with them, I'll send you the link in a second. Btw, one thing one cannot see in the caps is that the heart rate is actually changing in the scene where he wakes up, which is sth I don't see often on TV.

No problem!

(And thanks for your reminder! I know I haven’t done much on this blog recently… I have very little motivation for a lot of things as of late and this week in particular sucked pretty terribly, but I’m going to try to answer the best I can)

Disclaimer: I’m not an ICU nurse, nor have I seen (or read fanfic of) this movie. Everything is based on my critical care classes/clinicals in nursing school and my conjecture as to what happened based on what I’m seeing in these screen shots.

From what I’ve seen of ICU settings, this was pretty well done. They clearly did their research and/or hired a consultant when designing this set. Certain things I particularly appreciated were the presence of a central line (an IV that ends in a large, central vein- necessary for drugs that could injure smaller vessels, like many that would be used in an ICU setting), the not-overly-neat wires/tubes/hoses, and the changing vitals on the monitor screen.

(The following is mostly an explanation of what you’re seeing in the screenshots- nitpicks and a real-life pic for comparison at the end)

Here’s what’s present in a couple of those screenshots:

Monitor display: Showing two leads’ worth of ECG readings (green), heart rate (green), central venous pressure (the pressure in the vein that carries blood into the heart- yellow), oxygen saturation (blue), and non-invasive (cuff) blood pressure (purple).

The blood pressure cuff: Hooks up to the monitor display and will cycle (take a reading) at set intervals. While manual blood pressure is taken by listening to a pulse as the cuff slowly deflates, automatic cuffs sense vibration in the blood vessels as the cuff deflates, which can be interpreted by the computer.

Hardwire ECG leads: These are leads that go directly from the pt and physically plug into the monitor. They measure the electrical activity of the heart and present a graph of that electrical activity. They are common in ICU settings but mean the pt has to be physically disconnected if they ever want to get out of bed. 

Pulse-Ox/SpO2: This is a device that optically or physically measures pulse (which can be different than heart rate as measured electrically) and optically measures oxygen saturation. In this case, it would be helping to determine whether the ventilator settings were correct.

Syringe pumps: syringe pumps are used when only teeny-tiny volumes of medication are needed. They’re a lot more common in pediatric settings, but are definitely used in adult ICUs for very high potency drugs (especially drugs to increase blood pressure, sedatives, and painkillers). Syringe pumps are usually not the only pumps in the scene though- likely there would be at least a few “line pumps” controlling delivery of larger volumes of fluid like IV hydration, antibiotics, and electrolyte replacement fluids that come in hanging bags. Line pumps look like this:

(EEEP EEEP ………… EEEP EEEP<— that’s the sound they make. A lot.)

Endotracheal (ET) tube and securement: This is a tube that goes from just outside the pt’s mouth to their lungs, maintaining the pt’s airway and allowing the ventilator to deliver breaths while the person is paralyzed/sedated and unable to breathe for themself. The securement device keeps it from accidentally coming out or moving out of place. Missing is an NG or OG tube to deliver tube feedings, which would be necessary in this situation.

Central Line: This is an IV with a very long catheter (tube) that is placed in a vein (inserted surgically into the arm or upper chest) and that ends near the heart. This allows for administration of drugs/fluids at high pressure/volume and administration of drugs that could harm smaller peripheral veins. Simple versions (PICCs) may just provide reliable IV access to people who don’t have great veins, but they can be very advanced and include monitoring devices built in.

Because the monitor display is reading central venous pressure (CVP) (something that can only be measured by a sensor very near the heart), this guy’s central line is one of the more advanced ones (I’m still not seeing the external component to the CVP monitor but maybe its just hiding).

Also I’m going to guess that his injury has something to do with his chest and they’re monitoring for tamponade/pneumothorax? Because he seems a little young and healthy to be stricken with heart failure.

Peripheral IV: In addition to the central line, he’s also got a peripheral IV. These are much shorter catheters (about two inches at most) that can take IV fluids and many IV medicines that don’t need to go in a central line.

Miami-J collar: These are hard collars that do not allow movement of the neck (versus the soft foam ones that are for comfort only). Usually you see them in the field when injury is suspected, and they’re taken off once it’s ruled out in a hospital. The fact that he’s wearing one in this scene means that they’ve done the necessary imaging and determined that his neck was indeed injured in whatever happened to him. I’m guessing this guy was in a coma for a while (it would be arguably more important when he’s awake and moving around, so I’m guessing he had some time to heal and they took the collar off).

Ventilator: These devices breathe for pts who can’t breathe on their own, or assist for pts who find breathing prohibitively difficult. The screen shows a real-time graph of the breaths delivered and how much air was given with each breath.

There’s really not a whole lot that I’m downright “well that’s not realistic” about, but here are a couple nitpicks based mostly on ease of nursing care for him:

How would you suction that ET tube? (I’m sure there’s a way to do it but I’ve only ever used in-line suction before and it seems strange that this setup doesn’t have that given this movie came out so recently)

Why no line pumps? Why is EVERYTHING going through a syringe pump? That seems tedious…

Why are no lines labeled? That seems dangerous and confusing…

If they gave him a CVP monitor, why not also give him an arterial line? Especially since they’re probs going to need lots of arterial blood samples to make sure the vent settings are working right and it would be easier than sticking him that many times IN AN ARTERY…

Feeding tube- if he’s out as long as I’m guessing he’s out for (via the collar) and there’s no problem with his digestive tract, I’m gonna guess he’ll need some food (but tube feeds are rather icky for the whump community, so I get why they omitted it aesthetically).

Compare the screenshots you took with a similar scene from an actual ICU:

NOTE: I got this pic from a google image search, if you recognize it and would like it removed, let me know!

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Money Talks (pt.4)

Locksley Manor. The back room. (Gisborne looks at the pass.) Gisborne: “This is the Sheriff’s official seal. Who gave you this?” (Allan sits at a table, eating heartily. He glances at Isabella who almost imperceptibly shakes her head.) Allan: “Listen, mate, the fact you’re standing there holding that means I’ve stopped Robin, right? I don’t know where it’s from. (Isabella, moving only her eyes looks to see Gisborne’s reaction.) You know, I start asking too many questions, they’re gonna blow my cover.” (Tears off a piece of bread.) Gisborne: “You did well to bring this to me.” Allan: “Yeah. (Drains a goblet.) I know. (Raising the goblet at Gisborne:) I think I’ll have a bit more wine.” (Winks at Isabella, sets down the goblet. Gisborne scowls as Allan tears into half a real chicken. Isabella pics up the jug of wine.) Isabella: “I’ll go and refill this, you boys play nicely.” (Isabella leaves the room.) Gisborne: “So… your plan’s failed. What will Robin do?” Allan: (With his mouth full:) “Well, if this doesn’t work, it’s a straight forward swap. (Swallows.) Diamonds for the boy. Robin wouldn’t risk the boy’s life, not for anything.” Gisborne: “How very noble of him. But there must be some trick.” Allan: (Looks to Isabella, who nods encouragingly. Sighs, chewing, thinking.) “What’s it worth? (Gisborne holds up a fat purse and shakes it so Allan can hear how full it is. Allan finishes chewing and swallows.) Pitch… in a box containing the diamonds. Boy runs free, Robin fires a flaming arrow and pi-shoo! Bye-bye diamonds.” (Tears off another piece of bread and stuffs it in his mouth.)

Kitchen. (Isabella walks to a table and places the jug upon it. She turns quickly as she hears a noise behind her. It is Clarke.) Isabella: (Whispering:) "Clarke! (Pulling her in for a hug:) What are you doing here?" Clarke: "When Allan volunteered to come here I wanted to make sure you were all right." Isabella: (Glancing back at the door:) "I'm fine, but my brother mustn't find you here." Clarke: "What about Allan, what's taking so long? (Noticing the wine on the table:) Do you have guests?" (Clarke moves to try and sneak a look into the other room but Isabella stops her.) Isabella: "No! It's... (Thinking quickly:) My brother cannot handle his wine. (Smiles:) So, I thought it would make Guy more receptive to releasing the boy." Clarke: (Smirks:) "Good thinking." Isabella: (Nods:) "I'd better get back, they'll be wondering where I've got to." Clarke: "They?" Isabella: (Her smile falters a little:) "Well, Guy...and Allan. I don't want to leave them alone together too long just in case. (Grips Clarke's arm:) It's good to see you." (Clarke's smile is replaced by a wary look as Isabella passes her. Suspecting something but unable to put her finger on it, Clarke leaves the Manor through the servants entrance as Isabella returns to the back room.) The back room. (Isabella hands Gisborne the jug and he grudgingly pours more wine into the goblet for Allan.) Gisborne: (Sits on the edge of the table.) “What will you tell Hood?” Allan: “Oh, that’s easy. Just say I was tumbled.” (Gisborne slides off the table and turns to lean over it at Allan.)

Allan: “You recognised me, we had a fight… (swallows)… which, obviously, I nearly won. (Allan stuffs a piece of chicken into his mouth as Gisborne sniggers.) I left you for near dead fleeing the manor, dispatching guards as I go.” (Isabella is watching her brother closely and can tell by his body language something unpleasant is about to happen.) Gisborne: “Good idea.” Allan: “Mm.” (Gisborne suddenly slaps Allan hard. Sits back up.) What was that for?” Gisborne: “Believability. (Backslaps Allan hard. Looking at Isabella, sneering.) It’s time for lover-boy to leave.” Allan: “Alright, alright! I’m going.” (Allan makes a hasty exit as Isabella stares daggers at Gisborne but says nothing, knowing that her brother was only playing with the outlaw.) Sherwood Forest, near Locksley. (Robin waits behind a large boulder for Allan. He hears Allan running towards him and leans round the edge.) Robin: (Whispers:) “Allan! (Allan stops.) Shh. Shh.” (Glances behind him.) Allan: (Removes his guard’s helmet. Whispers:) “Quick. Let’s go. Gisborne rumbled me.” Robin: “How did you get out?” Allan: “Well, we had a scrap. I knocked him out. Unbelievable. Luckily Isabella distracted his guards and didn’t hear us, but… we should scarper before he comes to.” Robin: “Right. Come on.” (Turns to leave.) Allan: “Robin. (Robin turns back to face Allan.) I’m sorry.” Robin: “Eh, [puts his hand on Allan’s shoulder] it’s not your fault, is it? (Allan sadly shakes his head.) We’ll tell the others and Marian. It’s Mark’s pitch plan. Come on.” (Robin and Allan leave for camp.)

Sherwood Forest. Near the outlaws’ camp. The next morning. (Will sets a rough model of his new pitch-lined box on a boulder as Robin spins an arrow in his hand. Djaq is standing behind Robin with the other completed new box and a bow. Much is standing beside her holding a torch and bow. Little John is standing behind the boys, one of whom is holding Will’s bow. Allan is standing in the back with his bow. Will walks back to the gang and takes his bow back as Robin holds the arrow’s tip in the flame from Much’s torch, then nocks the arrow in his bow as Little John picks up Mark and holds him up to watch. Robin aims and shoots the box squarely in its side. The flames spread for a moment, then flare and the box explodes.) Robin: “Right. (Will pats Robin’s shoulder.) Let’s go.”