#I pushed to hard the last few days and walking very far is a bad idea

[falloutcaldera]

We're at day two as well by the way! Once again, look for the short person with the red hat on the rollator and the taller one in the pink dress and watermelon hat, usually pushing them!

-Ren

[dreamescapeswriting]

Move At Your Own Pace ~ BC [MATURE WARNING]

⤜WORD COUNT: 1.8K

⤜GENRE: SMUT MINORS DNI!!! Virgin!Chan, hand job, praising Chan, soft, established relationship

⤜PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

As you stepped through the door of your cosy apartment, the scent of dinner greeted you, mingling with the warmth of home making you relax as you kicked off your shoes, making your way toward your bedroom where you knew your boyfriend would be waiting for you. Chan was always waiting for you there after you'd had a long day a work, waiting and ready with cuddles to make sure your day would end on a good note.

The two of you had been together for almost a year now and he'd moved in a few months ago, since he spent so much time at your place it only seemed logical for him to move in permanently with you and it was something you loved.

Waking up in his arms every morning was a gift, something you weren't going to take for granted. 

"Channie?" You called as you walked into the bedroom, smiling when you found him lounging on the bed, scrolling through his phone. 

"Hi baby," You cooed,  shedding your coat and going to find some PJs to slip into, Chan's eyes looked up and he smiled,

"You're back early, how was your day?" He asked with a grin, sitting up and against the headboard so that you had room to get in with him when you were dressed.

"Long and exhausting, but seeing your face makes it all better," You giggled, slipping into an oversized shirt and climbing into the spot beside him, laying your head on his shoulder and letting out a happy sigh. 

This was perfect for you, coming home to the love of your life and getting to spend the night unwinding together, forgetting all of the bad shit of your day and just focusing on the good. 

"I missed you today," He told you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him as you felt everything that had stressed you out melt away in his embrace. 

"I missed you too, trust me I would have rather spent it with you than my boss," You mumble a little, kissing Chan's chest as he blushes deeply looking at you. The small action had sent blood flowing to his cock and he let out a tiny whimper, it was just a small kiss and yet it had him acting like a horny teenager as he bit down on his tongue a little. 

Chan was a virgin and when you'd first started dating he'd told you he wanted to take it slow and you'd respected it, you'd never pushed him too far and always stopped whenever he got too shy to continue on.

The two of you had been together for a year now and still hadn't done anything sexual with one another, besides the occasional heavy make-out session, but tonight Chan was feeling a little indifferent. He wanted to push himself a little to explore what he could with you.

"Was he rude to you again?" He asked as he ran his hands up and down your arm, his attention half on what you were saying and half on his boner that was so hard it was starting to hurt a little.

"Very, I swear I could-" You were cut off as Chan shifted uncomfortably and your eyes ran down his sweats to find him hard,

"I'm sorry, Channie. Do you need me to go?"

"N-No...No, please. Don't." He tightened his grip around you, your eyes searching signs for any sign that he wasn't okay with this. The last thing you wanted to do was push him into something he didn't want to do, but you relaxed in his arms a little.

"Yn..." Chan breathed out, you turned to face him again and your eyes locked with an unspoken understanding. Without a word, your lips met in a tender kiss, making Chan whimper against your lips a little as it itched something inside of him that had been bothering him all day.

Your kiss grew more passionate, your hands roaming over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips and you ran your hand over his abs, making him blush deeper. 

He wanted you badly but he wasn't sure if he was ready for everything yet, he just knew he needed to feel you on him, somehow. His hands trace the curves of your body, sending shivers down your spine as you giggle a little against his lips. Your breaths mingle, coming out in soft gasps as the intensity of your desire grows, you arch into him, craving the closeness only his body could provide and with a gentle tug, Chan pulls you closer.

As you continued to make out you slowly pulled away, running your hands over his bright red face as he looked at you nervously. 

"Channie..." You breathe out, not wanting to push him too far,

"I-I'm ready...But not- Not all the way," He admitted, his voice stammering a little, he suddenly felt selfish for leading you on and his mind drifted into overthinking everything. What if you didn't want to help him? What if you told him you were sick of waiting around? 

"What if I give you a handjob?" Your voice came out, breaking him away from the deepest parts of his brain, his eyes finding yours again as you smiled warmly at him. 

"But you won't get to cum..."

"Baby, tonight is all about you." You promise him, kissing his cheek softly as he looks at you, biting down on his bottom lip. 

"But-"

"I don't care about me, I want you to get off, if you're ready." You assured him as he nodded at you, suddenly feeling shy at the thought of this happening.

Chan had, of course, gotten himself off in the past, it wasn't as though he completely shut himself off from all things pleasure. It was just anything with a partner he seemed to shy away from.

"If you're not-"

"I am! I am...ready," He rushed out, his dick was hurting from how hard he was and he wanted nothing more than to relieve himself or for you to do it for him. 

You slowly move to sit behind him and you giggle, kissing his neck softly as you make him relax,

"You're so pretty, Channie," You whimper, unable to keep yourself from him any longer,

"I just want to touch you," You whine a little running your hands over his cock through his pants as he lets out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering shut. He'd touched himself plenty but nothing compared to having the love of his life touch him.

"I...I'm yours, do whatever you want," He moans out, his head already feeling light from the pleasure. You smirk slowly pulling down his sweats and freeing him from them, his dick springing against his stomach as he hisses a little.

"No boxers? Naughty," You tease softly, your fingers gently travelling up his dick as you barely touch him, teasing him a little as he lets out a moan of your name, begging for you to touch him more.

"P-Please," He hisses out needily as you try to hide the grin that crossed your face,

"Such a good boy using your manners," You praise, kissing his neck as precum drips from the tip of his cock, a strangled groan leaving your boyfriend's throat as he rolls his head back onto your shoulder, 

"You're already so wet for me baby, all this precum." Your voice was low and seductive as you gently ran your thumb over the head of his dick rubbing the precum into his skin as bucked his hips toward you. 

"Sensitive?" You asked, unable to hide the grin any longer when he nodded and blushed deeply, your hand slowly starting to pump his dick as you watched his face, his eyes screwing shut as breaths and curse words fell from his lips.

"You're so pretty like this for me, Chan," You whispered, leaving sloppy kisses and bites up and down his neck as he moaned your name out loudly, earning a small squeeze of his dick as you began to pump his length. 

"Watch baby, watch what you're letting me do to you," You urge him. When he looks down, it feels like the air was punched out of his lungs, he looked so big in your hand and it was almost too much for him as he whimpered, bucking into your hand a little.

His head rolls back against your shoulder, his eyes rolling back as you give him slow and soft strokes, precum still oozing out of the head and dripping down his length, lubricating himself. 

"F-Fuck that's so good," He moans loudly, unable to hold anything back as you run your thumb over the tip of his cock again, curse words slipping from his mouth.

"So good,...f-fuck that's so good," He whined, his eyes finding yours as he looked at you, his eyes begging for release as you picked up the pace of your hand. His heart started to beat so fast he could hear it in his eyes, whimpering your name and screwing his eyes shut. He didn't want to cum yet but it was getting too hard to fight back his climax with every stroke of your hand. 

His thighs twitched with every movement, his moans getting shameless and louder with every passing second as he rolled his hips to meet your hand,

"You wanna cum for me?" You whispered, biting down on his ear as he nodded his head vigorously at you, his eyes filled with desperation as you smirked a little wanting nothing more than to make him cum after so long.

"Cum for me then baby, be a good boy." You whispered in his ear, biting on his neck as his eyes rolled back. His back arched a little as he came, his mind blank as his cum spurted out of him, catching your hand and onto his stomach as he mumbled apologies.

"S-Sorry...S-Sory, I didn't...didn't mean to make a mess," He panted as you giggled, looking him directly in his eyes and licking the cum off your hand, you didn't care that he'd made a mess. It had been one of the best things you'd ever seen, 

"You're so hot," He moans out, falling back onto the bed as you slowly get up and head toward the bathroom for a warm wet cloth to help clean him up with.

"Was that okay?" You questioned as the two of you lay there, your head resting on his chest as you listened to his rapid heart rate, smirking a little knowing you had been the one to do that to him. 

"M-More than okay, I'm just sorry I didn't-"

"Don't. I told you, we move at your pace and I loved getting you off," You assured him, kissing his chest softly, a small whimper leaving his throat as he bit down on his lip.

"I want to try and make you cum next time." He tells you, his shyness completely devoid of his voice as you nod at him. 

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[un-love]

— afternoon | kmg

mingyu x f!reader

a/n: i wrote this last august and forgot about it. self indulgent asf bc my period is a horror story 💢

“good game, guys. i’m gonna log out now.” putting his headphones aside, mingyu was greeted by complete silence in the house. it had been an hour since he left the bedroom to let you sleep in peace. the week of your period was always a hard time for you. hard is an understatement, really. he couldn't physically understand how you felt but the first time he saw you cry out in pain and struggle to walk yourself to the kitchen, he had decided to be there for you without you ever having to ask for his help; that’s the least he could do after all. the little widgets on his phone notify him of the approaching doom every month without fail, and one might even say he’s as prepared as you now (maybe more).

as he approaches the living room, his ears perk up. he opens the door carefully, and catches you wincing as you try to sit up. you look even worse than how he left you, somehow. sunken eyes and disheveled hair, there really wasn’t any way to romanticize this pain. “why didn’t you call me?”, he whispers and immediately springs into the practiced routine he’s got down. you're too far gone to protest as he props up your pillows, gets you a reheated hot water bottle and orders you to open your mouth as he makes you take your prescribed pain meds. regaining some consciousness after feeling the burn of the hot bag on your skin, you can’t help but smile at the concerned expression on his face as he assesses you. the way his brows furrow and a little pout appears on his soft lips soothes some of the ache in your body.

“what are you smiling at?”, he asks. “you’re just so cute like this. worrying about me and all.” the look he gives you is one of fondness. it’s somewhat relieving for your boyfriend to see you talk like this, despite the state you’re in. he could tell how disoriented you were by the way you hadn’t met his eyes the whole day. “who said i’m worried?”, he says cheekily, before disappearing into the kitchen again.

“i don’t feel good; i think i’m going to throw up”, you call out from your new resting place on the couch, chewing on scraps from the kitchen for lunch. mingyu had asked you to move to the couch (read: carried you) so he could change the sheets and clean up the room a little. it still felt embarrassing to have him take care of you like this, but his kind eyes and kinder hands made you go along with whatever he said.

thinking back, you had tried to avoid seeing him the first few months after you started dating, for this very reason. he knew you were having a hard time with your diagnosis, so he never wanted to push you too much; until the day you had woken up in a pool of blood with him next to you on your bed. you had sobbed endlessly (from frustration, pain, embarrassment) before threatening to poke his eye out with a butter knife if he ever made fun of you for this. this was all very bizarre to your new boyfriend, who grew progressively more concerned for you after that. had someone made you feel bad for something like this before?

a head pokes around the door with a determined expression you could read extremely well. another wave of nausea rocked over your body. “don’t come close to me, kim mingyu. i haven’t showered since yesterday. i stink.” “but you don't know what i’m going to s—” he tries to go on but you cut him off. “the sound of the air conditioner is making my skin crawl.” “but-” “the fabric of my tshirt is touching my skin in the worst ways and the birds won’t stop fucking chirping outside the window and you- you’re here seeing me like this. i want to dig a life sized hole and bury myself in it right now. just go away, please.”

he’s careful when he comes closer to you and stops right before sitting on the couch. “baby, i promise you, nothing about you can disgust me. unless you do something unforgivable like putting milk first in my cereal bowl”, he says, and you finally look at him. success. “and i’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you want. but can i get you something else for the pain or a hot drink first?”

how could you say no to him when he looked at you like that? with those big brown eyes, trying his best to read your face. freshly washed bangs falling into his eyes, and his pretty hand outstretched towards you. your eyes get distracted by his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip, a nervous habit of his you found adorable. in the split second between his question and your response, you imagined pulling him by the shirt and kissing him breathless. swatting away the (welcome) visual in your head, you let yourself fall against the soft cushions, the fight leaving your body. it's time you let somebody love you.

fin.

[obsessive-valentine]

Dark-Yandere!Farmer x GN!reader (HC’s)

Much darker yandere than I usually write but wanted to give it a go, I kinda like it but I’ll proof read later. Open to feed back and requests like always !

TW murder, reader is kidnapped, mention of physical abuse and ‘punishment’

He lives isolated from people, his modest farm house and barn in a valley surrounded by mountainous land -some open and other directions with trees. Most of the open land is fenced off and divided where his cows and horses roam but hikers still travel through his land on occasion, he doesn’t appreciate people coming to far into his land; and those who do usually don’t make it out.

...Feeds them to his farm dogs

He’s a busy man running a farm without help but enjoys it, he starts his days at the crack of dawn and finishes it with a cigarette on his porch watching the sun go down. He adores his animals and takes care of his land, he appreciates a quiet life, only venturing to the closest town once a month in his old truck to stock up on luxuries.

He inherited his farm from his father pretty young, he hired people to work it while he worked in the nearby town, until his mother died too and he decided to downsize the farm, fire the people running it and move out there for a quite life away from people and a dead end job. He had no family left near by and didn’t get along with people, the farm was all that he needed.

Until you came along of course, maybe you were a hiker who interested him or you were lost and he pitied you, maybe he killed the group you were travelling with but last second couldn’t kill you. However you found yourself on his farm, you weren’t going to leave, especially after he strips you of all your items- you’d never make it to the closest town on foot if you manage to get off his land without him dragging you back by the hair.

The only contact with the outside is his small flip phone he uses for work reasons, he keeps it locked away in his study with most of his guns etc. He does own a old TV and a few radios, would get you a old game console if that what your interested in but other than that he’s pretty tech free.

There are a two old landlines in the house but they have been cut off for a long time- he just has yet to take them off the wall and pull the wiring out, if he ever sees you trying it however, safe to say you’ll be sleeping in the shed outside. He doesn’t bother locking the windows or doors aside from his study, you won’t get far.

The shed is used as a punishment, it’s a very small worn and empty wooden shed with 2 big locks on the door. There’s no tin for the roof just wood planks that leak during bad weather and the wooden walls have no insulation and small gaps that allow for some beams of light but also allows the wind to whistle through. The only thing that saves you from hypothermia is the thick layer of hay on the floor and few old stale blankets usually crawling with beetles and spiders.

He marches you across the yard, not far behind the noisy barn of animals he pushes you into the shed, muttering as he slams the door hard that it shakes the whole shed and noisily locks it “you did this to yourself sweetheart” he shouts back to the shed as he walks back to the house, leaving you in the cold damp dark and only gets worse as the night rolls on.

At some point during the late hours he comes back to the shed and unlocks it, you can hardly see him in the dark, his silhouette outlined by the stars “you comin’ back to the house and behave or you gonna stay all night?” It’s up to you if he leaves you locked in the shed till morning or takes you inside and warms you up by the fire.

Loves you very much despite being so strict and occasionally physically abusive, he tries to not be so emotionally constipated when you behave. Likes to take you out with him to tend the animals, it’s where he and you are most relaxed and domestic moments come easier.

[neteyamsoare]

⁂ — patience

neytiri sully x fem!omatikaya!reader | wc: 698

current game: when you complain a bit too much for neytiri and give her a taste of your bratty attitude, she decides to teach you a lesson.

game warnings: minors and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, edging, oral ( r rec ), fingering ( r rec ), brat! reader, dom! neytiri + public sex.

streamer’s note: i'm excited to be posting more fics for tiri, i have a couple wips with her so this ain't the last, im sorry its short, thank you, @inlovewithpandora for this idea, love you bb! 🫶🏾

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“Tiri, are you finished yet?”

You whine as you start to get frustrated at how long Neytiri is taking to finish her tasks. It feels like every task she finishes, she picks up a new one to annoy you.

All this waiting around is wasting precious time that you could have spent together, your tail thrashes against the floor as you cross your arms over your chest.

“Like I said before, I’m very busy and need to finish a few things before we go home,” Neytiri replies, holding back an irritating hiss from escaping her lips. She knows what you are trying to do and she didn’t want to give in as she doesn’t reward bad behavior.

“You been saying for the past few hours and I’m starting to think that you’re doing this on purpose!” You fire back at her, baring your fangs to her, not caring that she is now glaring at you, ready to explode. “You know I don’t have to stand here and take this, I’m pretty and anyone can—” before you could even finish that sentence, she wraps her hand around your throat, squeezing a bit as she pushing you back gently onto the tree behind you, a fierce hiss leaving her lips and you pout while your ears flatten against your head.

“You want to act like a brat then you’ll get treated like one,” Neytiri snarls as she yanks her hand away from your neck, lowering herself down to her knee, untying your loincloth h letting it drop to the ground. She blows air on your clit before placing it in her mouth, suckling on it greedily, making circles around it with her tongue, flickering it every so often.

You throw your head back in pleasure as she pays close attention to you clit, sticking one finger in your aching hole, rutting in and out at a slow pace before she knows you're ready for two fingers. “Oh great mother, Tiri!” You cry out. Your eyes becoming half lidded as you look down at her as you start to ride her face while she increases her speed.

Neytiri wouldn’t deny the fact that she was enjoying this, as it lets out some stream from hearing you complain the whole time. It also was hot to do this out in the open in the forest where anyone that could walk by at any moment, it was exhilarating knowing that they could get caught at any moment causing a pool of slick to form in her loincloth.

When she first set eyes on you, she knew what she was signing up for as, you grew up pretty spoiled and had things handed to you easily without ever working hard for it. That won’t go for her though, she plans to break you out of that day by day.

So when she knew you were about cum, knowing that how much you’re enjoying getting exactly what you want, she stops all her movements, edging you at the very last minute and you whine a bit, annoyed at getting your pleasure ripped away from you. “Why would you stop?”

You watch her stand up from her kneel position with a smirk on her face after retying your loincloth having you so confused. “Bratty girls don’t get to come, you’ll learn to be more patient. If you’re good, we can finish when we get home,” she responds with a stern tone, glaring at you while you pout opening your mouth to complain but she put holds up her hand.

“I don’t want to hear a word from you or else you don’t get to come at all. I can have you wait til tomorrow morning,” she comments but deep down knows she probably wouldn’t go that far as she wants to get some release as well.

Neytiri picks up her basket and continues to collect herbs to bring back to the healing pod as she is preparing for the hunt tomorrow while you sit and watch patiently not saying a peep to not ruin your chances which she appreciated greatly and plans to give you a much needed reward when the two of you go home.

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[concreteangel92]

Tomorrow’s Another Day

Noah Sebastian x female reader

MASTERLIST

Talks of bad mental health but nothing specific

No real warnings for this one, I’ve just had a very low few days due to some personal reasons and spent 2 days not really getting out of bed until I had work this morning and had to be a functioning adult again. This idea came to me as although I always ‘get back up’ on my own, sometimes the idea of someone to hold you when you’re so low is very comforting

I am ok fyi just needed a couple days of doing nothing and letting my mind and body rest completely before I had to get back to normal day to day shit haha

•you didn’t expect Noah to be back early from tour, he’d wanted to surprise you but that unfortunately meant he was heartbroken when he found you in your shared bedroom

•your mental health had taken a bad turn in the last week and for the last few days, you’d done nothing but bed rot

•and not the ‘glamorous’ kind you see online, you hadn’t washed in nearly a week, dirty dishes from the small meals you had eaten lay forgotten about on the side next to you, bin overflowing, dirty washing on the floor

•you never meant for Noah to see this, of course he knew you had suffered with your mental health when you first got together a couple years ago but since being with him, it had become so much better and your bad days were very far and few between

•you’d had every intention of cleaning yourself and your bedroom up before he came back from tour but that had now been taken out of your hands

•Noah walked in to you asleep in bed in the afternoon, curtains shut and no sign that you’d been out of bed for days, that thought would absolutely cut him hard, why hadn’t you called him?

•Noah would wake you up very gently, not caring in the slightest about your physical state

•seeing Noah would no doubt cause you to cry with guilt and shame that he’d walked in to this

•Noah would one hundred percent bring you into a strong hug and just hold you close to him

•”what the matter angel? Why didn’t you tell me you were struggling?”

•”I didn’t want to worry you while you were on tour, I’m so sorry, you weren’t meant to see this”

•”I’m glad I have, don’t ever be frightened of telling me if you’re struggling, I’d drop everything in a heartbeat to come back here”

•after Noah had held you while you cried, once it lessens he would then gently get you up to go to the bathroom

•Noah would stand with you while you brushed your teeth and he’d run a nice hot bath for you with your favourite bath bomb in

•while it runs, he’d brush the knots gently out of your hair and then help you get out of your clothes

•once in the bath, Noah would help you wash your body and your hair, taking the time to rub your scalp as he knows this relaxes you the most

•it would be done for the most part in a comfortable silence as he wouldn’t want to push you to talk

•only talking would be him talking about each step he was going to do next

•”just going to rinse your hair out baby ok?”

•once Noah is satisfied that you’re clean, he’d leave you to relax for a few minutes on your own

•in that time, Noah would open the windows, change the bedding and get rid of the dirty plates and empty the bin, making sure you had a fresh, clean and safe space to come back to

•holding the towel open, you’d fall into him and let him dry you and get you into some clean comfortable clothes, no doubt one of his T-shirts as they make you feel safe, while whispering gentle encouragement in your ears the entire time

•once back in your room, he’d make sure you drink as much water as possible, he’d have snacks ready if you wanted them but won’t push you to eat if you really couldn’t stomach it

•”How are you feeling now angel?”

•”Better, cleaner. I’m really sorry Noah”

•”Nothing to be sorry for”

•Noah would then put on one of your favourite tv shows/favourite comfort film and hold you close to him, playing with your hair until you fell asleep again

•”I’ve got you baby, tomorrow’s another day”

[minniesmutt]

𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢: 𝔒𝔫𝔢

♱ ━━━ PAIRING: HYUNJIN X READER ♱ ━━━ CW: ALCOHOL AND MENTION OF ILLNESS ♱ ━━━ WC: 2.5K

     The morning sun broke far too early through the curtains of the room. Y/n groaned as she turned away from the window. It only did so much before she opened her eyes. Sitting up in the bed and looking around the room. Forgetting completely what had happened the night before in her half-awake brain. 

     She froze for a mere moment before she remembered what happened yesterday. Leaving her home, the carriage ride, Chan carrying her to bed. All of it. 

     She got out of the bed and walked to the vanity in the room. Sitting down and looking at her neck. The bite mark from Felix had all but fully healed now. She was surprised, to say the least. A knock on the door stripped her from her trance. 

     She turned her attention from the mirror as a maid stepped in and looked around the room. “Good morning, Your Highness. Pardon the intrusion.” The maid smiled as she turned towards her and bowed her head.

     “It’s no intrusion at all. I had just woken up.” Y/n replied. 

     “Well, let’s get you ready for the day, shall we?” She sounded much more chipper than the maids back in her castle. 

     “Is everyone else sleeping?” She asked as the maid came to stand behind her, moving to fix her bedhead. 

     “The lords? Most of them are. I believe a few are still awake.” 

     “They are up when the sun is out?”

     “Hard to believe, I know. Most still prefer to sleep during the day but all eight do carry day rings.” She explained 

     “Day rings?”

     “Yes. The staff here aren’t privileged with the origin or much information and it doesn’t leave outside the town either. But the rings offer a sort of protection from the sun for them.”

     “I never knew such an item existed.”

     “Because if the church found out it would be massive trouble. More than they already are for the lords.” 

     “Apologies if I’m asking too many questions. This is all just… a lot.”

     “It’s quite alright. I understand the curiosity.”

      The maid— whose name the royal learned was Hwan— helped her get dressed for the day before showing her to the dining area. Pointing out a few things in the castle before opening the big doors to the dining room. No one else was sitting at the table in the center, a couple of butlers were setting a place at the end of the table. 

     “Everyone is busy at the current moment. I’ll let Chan know you’ve woken up though.” Hwan told her as she brought her over to the chair. One of the butlers pulled the chair out for her as she sat. Y/n thanked him as the second poured a glass of water for her.

      Hwan left the room as the butlers walked into the kitchen. Quiet. Y/n couldn’t remember the last time she had breakfast without much fuss. No one demanded her attention. It was quite lovely.

     The doors gently pushed open again as Chan walked in. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” Chan asked taking a seat next to her

     “Quite well. Thank you,” Y/n replied

     “Staff treating you well?” He asked

     “Quite. Very different atmosphere from mine.”

     “In a good way or a bad way?”

     “Good. I like the change of pace.”

     She and Chan chatted as she finished her breakfast. He was a very calming person to talk to, making her almost forget she was living with vampires now. The staff was attentive and cleaned as soon as she had finished.

     “Would you like a proper tour? We didn’t get to that last night,” Chan asked as he stood from the chair.

     “That would be nice,” Y/n smiled.

     Chan pulled her chair out for her and then took her hand as she stood. Y/n thanked him as she wrapped her hands around his arm while he led them out of the dining room.

     He pointed a few things out as they walked down the main halls, and introduced her to a few staff as they walked by. He walked her through a few rooms—the library and ballroom mainly. He showed her down the darker side of the manor. Where the vampire's rooms were. Pointed each door and told her who it belonged to. 

     Once the indoor tour was done, he brought her outside. Clouds were rolling in now; not too dark that it was going to rain, maybe drizzle. Y/n noticed the lack of guards around the manor which she would have been concerned about but she figured vampires could protect themselves just fine. 

     He walked her into the garden. It was quite beautiful honestly. Flowers even her own garden back home had never seen. Chan couldn’t help but smile at her amazement. 

       He led her toward the gazebo in the center of the garden. He noticed Felix and Changbin sitting and talking. Hyunjin a few feet away, painting. 

     “Are you up for meeting a couple of new faces?” Chan asked

     “Yes,” Y/n replied. 

     Chan led her over and called out to the three. The two sitting turned, and Felix smiled at the princess. 

     “Good morning, Your Highness. How are you feeling?” Felix’s smile was contagious. For a being typically repulsed by the sun, Felix shined brighter than it. 

     “Just fine, thank you,” Y/n smiled 

     “This is Changbin,” Chan introduced her to the other vampire. 

      “Pleasure to meet you,” Y/n smiled as Changbin stood and took one of her hands. 

     “Pleasures all mine.” Changbin leaned down and kissed her knuckles 

     “And over there is Hyunjin,” Chan stated, pointing at the painter.

     “He can get lost in his art sometimes,” Felix stated as they all looked at the vampire

     “Hyunjin!” Changbin yelled at him, startling the vampire, “Don’t be rude and come greet our guest!” 

     “You don’t need to yell,” Hyunjin sighed as he set his paintbrush down and joined the group. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, princess.”

     Hyunjin took her hand as well and kissed her knuckles as he bowed. He was taller than the other three vampires when he stood to his full height, though he was on the slimmer side like Felix. 

     “Are the others asleep?” Chan asked

     “Seungmin and Jeongin went into town. I believe Minho and Han are both asleep,” Changbin answered

     “We’ll introduce you to the others later then,” Chan sighed

     The four sat as Hyunjin returned to the easel and his painting. Y/n learned they were all lords, not royals like here. The eight equally shared the land and a few surrounding areas. Y/n figured their lower status made her father not want to pay the debt. Even then, the fact that they were all vampires should have been reason enough to pay the debt. 

     Eventually, Hyunjin joined them. Most of their conversations were simply just them getting to know each other. Even though they were all undead, they still preserved their humanity. Y/n forgot she was speaking with vampires for a time. 

     Eventually, they did have some things to attend to in town and business to take care of in their studies. Hyunjin and Felix escorted Y/n while Chan and Changbin headed into town. The two males headed to do their work as Y/n insisted she would be fine on her own. 

     Y/n made her way to the library. It was silent, peaceful. Y/n smiled as she looked through the shelves. Not looking for anything in particular. Her hands ran over the spins as she skimmed the titles. One caught her eye, causing her to pick it off the shelf. 

     The book was very well kept, with a beautiful cover as well. Y/n opened the cover as she walked back to the center where she spotted a table and sofas when she entered. She took a seat and fixed her dress before continuing to read. 

     Occasionally staff came in to clean and offered her some tea. She’d thanked the staff. No one bothered her other than to offer her tea or food. She felt as though she was back to her life before the war. Just less yelling in the building.

     She didn’t know how long she sat in the library reading until someone opened the door. She looked up to see who it was to see a new face. “Hello,” Y/n greeted him

     “Who might you be?” He asked

     “My name is Y/n, I’m—”

     “The princess.” He interrupted.

     “Yes. And may I ask who you are?”

     “Seungmin,” He replied as he joined her on the chair opposite.

     “You’re one of the vampires,” Y/n said as she closed the book to give him her attention

     “What gave it away?” He asked

     “Changbin mentioned your name earlier. And your demeanor doesn’t reflect the staff.” 

     Seungmin nodded, “Smart. Not what I initially expected.”     “My mother made sure I was properly educated in more than just the usual etiquette.”

     “So why are you here?”

     “My father and his advisors hired you all to fight our war after my brothers passed. They refused to pay it or even tell me about it so I could help. I’d rather be a prisoner than my kingdom suffer.”

     “Not save your father? I heard Minho almost killed him.”

     “The people of my kingdom matter more.” Y/n turned her attention back to her book.

     “This was an escape for you, wasn’t it?” Seungmin had appeared in front of her, tilting her head up to look at him. The proximity made her face warm. “Old man left you to deal with his consequences and you saw an opportunity to leave them behind so you took it.”

     “I—”

     “Tell me I’m wrong. You using the guise as collateral to get away from him.”

     Y/n didn’t say a word. Mainly cause they had left her as he held her chin. “What do you desire, princess? Is it freedom? Royals never get that.”

     “How did you—”

     “I thought vampirism was the answer to my problems when I was alive.”

     Her eyes searched his for any further answers before he pulled away and walked out of the library. Leaving her confused.

     The conversation stayed with her the rest of the day. Even after she met Jeongin and Jisung, and formally Minho. 

     Especially well into the night as she sat up by her window. She had a wonderful view of the night sky, better than the one at her castle. Her attention was turned from the sky as there was a knock at her door. She expected one of the maids, instead, she was met with Hyunjin, carrying two glasses and a bottle of wine— at least she hoped it was wine.

     “Pardon my late-night intrusion,” He said as he closed the door.

     “Pardoned since I see you come with gifts.” Y/n smiled as he walked over to the window to join her.

     “A kind ruler you are,” the two laughed as she made room for him on the window sill. “I take it you do drink.”

     “On occasion. Not often.”

     “Is getting through your first day with vampires an occasion?”

     “Yes.”

     Hyunjin poured her a glass before pouring himself one. They raised a glass to each other before taking a sip of the red liquid. “I heard about your conversation with Seungmin.”

     “Is that why you brought the wine?”

     “Partially. He can be too much sometimes but he means well.”

     “Do you know what he was like before he turned?” Y/n asked

     “No. That’s between him and Chan.”

     “Why Chan?”

     “He’s a greater vampire. He’s the one who turned us all at the end of our human lives.”

     “There are different types of vampires?” 

     “Greater and Lesser. Just the two types.”

     “How did you all meet?”

     “Felix is from here so he’s known about Chan all his life. The rest of us came escaping from or searching for something. I had heard stories about vampires and came mostly for inspiration. I ended up becoming gravely ill. Becoming a vampire saved my life. Minho, Changbin, and Han were already here when I came. Felix came not long after me then Seungmin and Jeongin not long after. It’s been the eight of us since. Well, until you came.”

     Hyunjin smiled slightly as she returned it and sipped her wine. 

     “Were you an artist when you were human as well?”

     “Yes, but it was more of a hobby. I've sold a few since turning.”

     “Can I see some of your work?”

     “Of course. Come with me,” Hyunjin got up from the window and grabbed the bottle 

     Y/n got up and walked out of her room with him, arms linked as they walked down the hall. He walked her down the halls to his studio. 

     He pushed open the door and let her in first before following in, closing the door behind them. He took a moment to light some candles around the room. Once there was enough light, Y/n looked around the room. Hundreds of paintings; started and finished ones hung on the walls or laid against them on the floor. 

     They were far different from styles she had seen before. “Hyunjin,” Y/n said as she turned to the vampire as he walked up to her, “These are beautiful!” she exclaimed 

     “Not many people believe so. That means a lot to me. Thank you, Princess.”

     “People are ridiculous. Always sticking to what it's pushed by royals of larger kingdoms, even though they can not afford it.” Y/n scoffed as she turned and walked around looking at the paintings. 

     She noticed a theme; couples, places, and flora. 

     “Do you know these people?” Y/n asked him 

     “Not particularly. I've mostly met them on the street or back when I traveled for inspiration,“ Hyunjin smiled as he walked over to her, “I'm fascinated with love, not as much as I was when I was human. I’d talk to older couples about their lives. Human me thought love was eternal, but then I became a vampire.”

     “Is there no love for vampires?” Y/n asked 

     “It's… harder. Especially since we barely leave the land. It can be hard when you live forever and the person you love is lying on their deathbed before you even know it.”

      Y/n nodded in agreement as she drank the last bit of her wine

     “Have you ever been in love, princess?”

     “No. Never experienced it, especially after my mother's death.”

     “Parental love is quite different.” 

     “I honestly never expect to experience love while I'm alive.”

     “And why is that?”

     “Been told all my life I’ll be married off like a bargaining tool. Once my father passes, I’ll be leading, and then every prince or king will try to lay claim to the thrown. And they do not give you much of a choice.”

     “Princess,” Hyunjin grabbed her attention, grabbing her free hand and lifting it to his lips. Y/n looked at him as his plump lips kissed her hand before he lifted her chin to meet his eyes. “You will get to experience love one day.”

     The two kept their gazes locked before he offered to walk her back to her room for the night. Bidding her good night and kissing her cheek before departing. Y/n crawled under her covers, face warm and red.

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A request for what would it be like for a fem reader to be stalked by Terry Silver.

Thankyou.

I'm so sorry for taking this long! Only a month late O_O

𝕾𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝕾𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯

<<𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜>>

- Mr. Silver had been associated with all kinds of people throughout the decades. He's seen the good, the bad, and the in-between. Ultimately, everyone just became a means to an end. So, for a lady to catch his attention? It would have to be someone who is different than what he's used to... even in the slightest way.

- In the 80s, he's a playboy. Always seen with models or with women who have a million dollars to their name or two in the upper crust society. The kind that he'd flaunt around with the intention of showing off his status. These conquests wouldn't last more than a few weeks. He gets a rush out of just seeing the paparazzi in a craze to get the latest scoop on him all while he is fully in control about what gets let out to the eye of the public, even the 'leaked photos'. Everyone is merely a puppet in his world, and it gets him cackling at the very thought of it.

- But that's not all. Hell, it's the tip of the iceberg for Terry. He'd indulge in the mediocre bar dancers and hookers from the dingy parts of LA and likely all over the world too, the man's got to travel for business and he's got to keep himself entertained while he's at it! Women would practically fall at his feet just for a chance, a billionaire with looks and charm that could put the best models and actors to shame.

- So I'd imagine that the kind of lady that would catch the eye of Terry Silver would be someone who he'd seen whilst pretending to be a commoner, a broke karate instructor who's got a blue pick up truck that isn't in good shape. A random woman who works or lives in the area, just a few blocks away from the dojo. Probably isn't one to be seen as a fast or pretentious like himself. One who would generally be described as sweet and humble but would stand her ground if she's pushed too far. I think he'd like the challenge of molding someone to his liking while they have a fighting spirit in them. Makes things a whole lot more interesting.

- It would start off small. Him keeping an eye on you every day, memorizing your daily times of leaving for work in the morning and returning home. The route that you take, whether you walk, take the bus, or travel using your own vehicle, that would most likely be of the same value of his blue pick-up truck. The people that you interact with on the way.

- He'd hire a team of private investigators to get every bit of information about you after you seem to be stuck in his head even while he's coked out in the sauna. 'Nothings for free' there's a price that you will have to pay for occupying the thoughts of Terry Silver, borderline obsession sinking in.Your past, your family heritage, everything right down to your passport and social security number. Any past lovers and their history, too. If you happened to have a lover at the time, they'd swiftly be removed from the picture. He's all about the extremes, and no one will get in the way of him getting what belongs to him.

- Whilst you're away from home, he'd enter with the spare key that he'd seen you put under the small pot plant near the door although a mere door lock isn't something that would be hard for him to pick. Your apartment is small but clearly lived in. He'd have a look at everything you keep around, your drawers and shelves memorizing your interests. Your wardrobe and accessories will definitely get an upgrade in his home. He probably keeps something of yours for himself as a momento of you, your scent lingering on it. You seem to have not found one of your underwear in your laundry this week. That's strange...

- He'd come by and hide in the dead of the night to watch you in your natural state. Your mannerisms and what makes you feel relaxed. The type of shows you watch, the food you cook and whatever else you like to do in your spare time, your hobbies. He'd provide you with it all and more when the time comes. You'd get the weird feeling of having eyes on you, yet everything seems to be normal, and everything around is still in place. Nothing out of the ordinary. He'd even follow you to work and at the spots you chose to spend your leisure time at. Watching who you confide in and who you wouldn't associate with.

- After days, maybe even weeks of stalking his prey, Terry might come over and introduce himself to you. Just taking a walk on the street and offers to help you with the groceries one day. "Hey, need a hand with that?" All smiles and very friendly. He'd pick up the conversation easily with you coming off as innocent as possible. "Terry Silver, nice to meet you! I actually run the dojo a few blocks ahead." He'd tell you whilst offering a handshake after setting your groceries on the kitchen counter..

- That night whilst getting a good soak in the tub, he'd be on a call with John absolutely cackling about it all and going over the details of his plans for you. "Oh yeah! I'm just getting started, John!"

- Present day Terry Silver has a much different style and approach to this kind of situation. His playboy reputation all cleaned up, and the CEO of Dynatox Industries, who used to illegally dump nuclear waste, is now seen as someone who is an environmentalist more than anything. He's sober, has been to therapy, and is now associated with 'like-minded 'people. Yet everyone is still a means to an end, and he's just wearing a mask in front of these people. They don't know him the way they think they do, nothing of his time in 'Nam and certainly nothing about his old-time friend Captain John Kreese..

- It isn't likely that a woman from the upper crust would get his attention this time around either. All of these people are around him because of his money and reputation anyway.. if anything, they would end up just like Cheyenne Hamidi. In this case, it's likely that the woman who catches his eye would be someone who works for him or maybe comes around to one of his dojos. After observing you for a while during the class and afterward in his office through the many cameras installed in the dojo, he'd come to the decision that you are going to be his. There's definitely a fire in you if you have the guts to try out something like martial arts even if you don't know what it is that you're getting yourself into..

- He'd take full advantage of the presence of technology these days and find out everything he needs to know about you. Stalking your social media accounts and using all means possible to get information on you. Again, he'd have everything on you down to the very last detail. No lover or potential lovers will get in the way either. All of that will be taken care of.

- He's more direct in his approach this time, he'd come off as the sensei who's intimidating during training with the most piercing eyes in the room, but the most humble and understanding man outside of it all. He'd make you feel like you could trust him and confide in him whenever you needed to. He'd easily gaslight you into the entire situation, making it seem like it was you the whole time, and he'd be downright successful.

- He'd talk you into telling him everything about you in the shortest amount of time and have you invite him over to your home with ease. He's an old man, he doesn't have all the time in the world to play these games like back in the 80s as much as he liked the chase he would likely speed up the process tenfold. He'd have a look around your home whilst you're in the kitchen or bathroom, and he'd memorize it all. Not a sound would be heard from him. For a man as big as him, he's the quietest. You'd often get spooked by his sudden presence around you.

- You'd find yourself running into him a lot these days, but you couldn't put anything past a coincidence. After all, he's the nicest person you've come across. He's probably got your phone taped while you were non the wiser. Everything you do would ultimately be in his control without him even moving past the facade of friendship with you. Your friends and family start to get distant, but Terry is always there whenever you need it... Once a snake has you secure in its coil, there's no escape other than that of death..

[wellloiledmachine]

Oh to be bursting to pee in public.

I'm walking back home on evening, it's sunset but the air is still warm from a hot day.

In summer I always wear very short shorts, often men's swimsuit bottom. They would be so easy to just push aside, and I could empty my poor, aching bladder. No, it's bad, I can't pee outside, but on the other hand I'm still far from home, and as minutes pass I'm less and less sure I'd be able to make it home.

I can't wet myself here! My shorts are black, but I also wear sneakers and socks, I don't want to ruin them and smell like piss in public.

As I walk I start to panic, my need to pee invading my brain. I'm so full, I'm gonna have an accident! The idea of finding somewhere to piss seems more and more appealing.

I start looking for a secluded corner, but find none. Too small, too exposed, someone would see me pathetically piss on the ground like a dog.

I finally find an empty bench near the river, hidden by a few trees. My heart thumps in my chest, this is my luck! I nearly lose control at the idea of finally letting go of the unbearable pressure. I feel tear filling my eyes : it hurts, I can't hold it!

I sit on the bench, still unsure if I'm really doing it. Someone could still see me from the bridge. I squirm, my heart racing. I finally move my hand and grab the crotch of my shorts with my panties, and pull them to the side. A short and strong stream of piss immediately burst out, hissing loudly ; one more second and I would have wet myself!

I instantly stop, clenching my muscles. God, I'm doing it, I can't believe it. After letting out a little, it burns even more, I bite my lip and my big clit twitch. I relax and let out another long jet of pee. This time I can't stop it, it feels too good. The hissing, the sound of it hitting the bench, then the ground, it's so loud, anyone could hear! The smell is strong, piss mixed with the smell of my sweaty pussy, my head begins to spin.

Maybe that's why I don't hear the two men coming from behind me until the very last second. I jump when I hear them and let go of my shorts before I even manage to cut the stream. Warm piss soak my panties for a second, before I manage to stop. My heart is pounding, if they notice what I was doing I'm fucked.

They start talking as they come closer, but I don't understand, frozen by fear. I hear "alone", "puddle", "slut". They're too close, they'd smell it!

When a big hand grabs my shoulders, I let out a gasp and a new gush of piss in my shorts. They pin my wrists to the bench, I squirm and whine but I can't move. The second man face me and kick my legs open.

"I told you! This little bitch was trying to sneak a piss here like a fucking dog. Hold him, I'll teach him how good boys behave."

I blush madly, trying to close my legs, too aware of the state of my panties. He can't see how wet I already am! My bladder is still aching, begging to empty.

"What a big puddle you've made already! You must have been really desperate, we could hear you pant from the street."

He lifts my shirt and graze his hand towards my waistband. My breath become erratic, no! He can't go lower, he'll know I've wet myself!

Too late. His fingers have reach between my legs, as my nipples start to grow hard from his touch. He gently run his fingers on the wet fabric, tracing the outline of the small wet spot.

"Oh, look like he couldn't wait! You believe this? Not only he piss in public, but he can't even make it in time! And do you smell that? It's not only his gross piss, it smells like a bitch in heat here."

I feel like I'd die of shame, heart pounding in my head. His fingers stroke my hard clit through the fabric. My need become unbearable.

"God, such a pathetic whine, he's so needy."

He pulls my shorts to the side, and without warning slides a thick finger inside me. I gasp and cry, letting out a big spurt of pee.

"Look like we interrupted him!" he laughs. "No need to cry baby, I'll help you relax and empty."

His finger slowly thrust in my wet pussy, while he thumbs at my clit. I bite back a moan, uncontrolably letting out a stream of piss. I feel it soak my shorts, I hear it hissing and hitting the fabric. I'm ruining my clothes, I'm pissing myself, why don't him get my panties out of the way?

"Like this baby, I know you want it, I bet it hurts to keep it inside, uh? You can't help it, soiling yourself, that's why untamed dogs like you do."

I cry again as he crooks his fingers. At this point I'm too hot, I'm panting, I don't have any control over the spurts of piss soaking my shorts. It splash on my thighs, it pools under my ass, and the thrusting movement make it squirt everywhere.

I cum crying, fear and panic only making me piss harder. My pussy clenches endlessly around his fingers, while spurts of piss mix with slick.

"Wow, that's really a big pee, you ruined your pretty panties. Let's make sure there's nothing more left."

He keeps fingering my oversensitive pussy as I squirm frantically. In no time, I cum a second time, moaning loudly. This time, what squirts out is a clear liquid, splashing all over his hand. My orgasm feels endless, waves and waves of liquid squirting, splashing on the ground at my feet.

I fall limp on the bench, panting, my ears ringing. He's still gently tracing circles on my clit. I can hear the last drops of my piss hitting the ground.

"Did you see? Poor boy had so much in him, good thing we helped him. That's what good people do when they meet this kind of bitch."

He pats my pussy, put my shirt back on and make me stand. He adjust my sopping wet shorts around me.

"My, what a big accident! Hope you'll make it home without anyone seeing you like this. Everyone would know you can't control your bladder in no time."

[dirtysvthoughts]

can you write something about gamer wonwoo and sucking his cock? i am down bad for this man 😩

a/n: anon thank u for this request, ily 🤍 gamer wonwoo is my absolute weakness, let’s be down bad for him together~

i got EXTREMELY carried away omfg this was supposed to be short, but here’s a word count and some tags, below:

word count: 1.3k

tags/warnings: gamer! wonwoo, female! reader, dick sucking, bratty! reader, reader is kinda a tease, dom! wonwoo (but you test his composure), use of nicknames/pet names (daddy, princess, baby girl) very slight mentions of manhandling (really just tossing reader on the bed)

so let’s say you both had a few days off from work and you were spending your time at his place. bordering on the last days of your break, you were getting extremely horny and craving for wonwoo to touch you in certain places.

but you had a problem. today he had chosen to game, and he had been playing for hours now. you knew it wasn’t intentional, but with his eyes glued to the screen, he wasn’t paying you that much attention, only giving you a few kisses here and there whenever he took a break.

so what could you do? wait for him to get off and fulfill your needs? or take matters into your own hands?

as you sit on wonwoo’s bed, your mind wanders to how he would look on top of you- his broad chest, his strong arms, his sweet smile, and his deep voice telling you how wet you were for him and how his cock was made for you..

you look down at your thin pajama shorts, and boom - a wet spot almost visible, biting your lips you look at your boyfriend, still focused on his game.

“something’s got to be done,” you think to yourself.

you slowly walk over to wonwoo, and when you get to the back of his chair, you massage his shoulders and slowly kiss his neck. he adjusts his headphones so he can talk you properly.

“baby,” he smiles anxiously covering up his mic, “what’re you doing? i’m still playing.”

“nothing,” you say in between kisses, your hands working your way down to his chest. “keep playing your game, wonwoo.”

he gives you a look to let you know that whatever you were trying to do needed to wait until he was done. but were you in the mood to follow directions? not really.

so while he wasn’t paying attention, you crawled underneath his desk and positioned yourself to where his legs were in front of you. your hands roam his thighs as you work your way up to his crotch, palming him over his sweats. you internally moan at how big he is and you hadn’t even gone underneath his pants yet. you were so far gone.

wonwoo begins fidgeting and you know bit by but he would eventually break down and give you what you both needed. you continue palming him when he suddenly grabs your wrist, pushing his chair back so he could see your face. “are you asking for trouble? i’m still playing, can’t you just wait for a few more minutes?”

“mmm, not really,” you smirk at him, pulling down his waistband, revealing his boxers and how hard he already was. you mouth over his boxers, kissing his dick and continuing to palm him. he grunts at the feeling and he moves his hands to play with your hair, completely forgetting that his mic was still on.

“hey, wonwoo, are you good?” one of his friends asks. without hesitation, wonwoo mutes his mic, minimizes the game, and takes your chin in his thumb so you’re looking directly at him.

“you really don’t wanna play fair, huh..”

he tosses his headphones on his desk, still maintaining his eye contact with you. “let’s make a deal, baby. i’m gonna keep playing my game, but i’ll allow you to do what you want. if you can be quiet until i’m done, you’ll get a reward.”

“and if i’m not?” you ask taking his thumb into your mouth, gently biting down on it. he chuckles darkly as he runs his hand through his hair, sighing at how your bratty behavior was turning him on so much.

“then we’ll see what happens won’t we?” wonwoo says he swipes across your lips.

you help him take off his sweats and his boxers and they both pool at his ankles. he puts his headphones back on and you realize that finally, you’re getting what you want.

before you disappear under his desk again, he calls his name to get your attention. “what’s our deal?” he asks.

you sigh, “stay quiet..”

“perfect, baby girl,” he smiles at you, and that’s the last thing you see before his attention goes back to the screen. “hey guys, sorry about that, what’d i miss?”

you rest your hand on his thigh and you take wonwoo into your mouth. you slowly go up and down, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. he felt so perfect in you and you had every intention to let him know how amazing he was.

you moan and the feeling causes wonwoo to shudder and nearly let out another groan. to your surprise, he doesn’t say anything to you - not even a warning. too focused on his game? maybe..

you take this to your advantage and add a little tongue to the mix, licking his tip, enjoying how beads of his cum were forming and they were all for you to taste.

“fuck, wonwoo,” you say loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to be heard through his headphones. “mmm, you taste so good, you feel good too.. i can’t wait to get you inside of me,” now alternating between licking and kissing, not even noticing that his hands were holding your hair, guiding your neck to take him deeper.

“shit,” he sharply says, not sure if that was meant for you or because he had made a mistake while playing.

“are you feeling good baby? cause that’s all i want you to feel.. let me pleasure you, please daddy?” you end on a pleading tone, that daddy sounding like it was covered in sugar. you knew wonwoo was affected at how his dick twitched.

“is someone with you wonwoo?” another friend asks.

“yeah, i can kinda heard someone in the background, do you need a minute?”

“nah, it’s all good,” wonwoo somehow manages to grit through his teeth, knowing that was a complete lie. he knew you were gonna challenge him and test his patience, but not so much so to where he was about to throw his headphones off, clear his desk of everything so that way he could rip your panties off and fuck you like a porn star right then and there. “we’re almost there you guys, so pick up the pace.”

finally wanting to taste all of him, you decide to pick your speed and go faster, your head bobbing and your moans growing louder and higher in pitch. you bring your free hand down to your crotch and finger yourself to get you closer to the edge.

you sucking faster completely throws wonwoo for a loop and he can no longer hold back. he throws his head back against his chair and moans out your name so beautifully that it’s nearly enough to make you cum immediately.

“fuck baby, keep going, please..” he moans out, and his friends go into chaos. you hear sounds of disbelief, shock, and even whooping. he exits the game without saying a word and tosses his headphones across the room. he pushes his chair back revealing his full body and takes your hands into his to pull you out from underneath his desk.

he lifts you up and carries you to the bed, tossing you like a ragdoll. “wonwoo..” you call for him, missing his touch. your eyes shift to his body as he pulls his shirt over his head, his toned chest and broad shoulders on full display. you knew by now your panties were completely ruined.

he chuckles darkly as he places himself on top of you, caressing your face into the palm of his hand. “that was a fun game you played princess… i should’ve known you would’ve broken that deal, but i still gave you a chance.”

he gives you a deep kiss and you lean into him. when you separate, your lips are still centimeters away from each other.

“wonwoo, i-” he cuts you off and places his finger on your lips. “good girls don’t get to talk before they get their punishment. so guess what baby? now it’s my turn to play with you.”

[sailubponbrainrot]

Brat tamer Oab dealing with bratty Wan…….. (nsfw Drabble, minors DNI. CW// degradation, overstimulation, dom/sub dynamics)

A/N: the comment about Wan crying in ep 7 put….. thoughts in my head. Here are said thoughts lmao

Oab has been engrossed while working on a new menu for a few days, brushing Wan off anytime he wants to play because he doesn’t have time (bullshit but Wan put up with it for a solid day before getting annoyed)

When Wan reaches his breaking point he drapes himself across Oab’s back, sliding his hands all over the chefs chest and kissing his neck

Oab shrugs him off and tells wan to let him finish his work, causing the younger man to huff and walk away

Oab doesn’t think much of it, focusing back on the menu he was trying to perfect

Oab continues working before hearing light moans coming from his bedroom

Oab getting pissed because they have an agreement (Wan doesn’t get to get off unless it’s with or with explicit permission from Oab)

Oab stalks to the bedroom and leans against the doorframe, watching as Wan is desperately grinding down with a pillow between his legs, cock red and leaking

Wan opens his eyes and sees Oab standing there but, being the little brat he is, he just continues and whines out that he wants to cum

“Go ahead.” Oab says, shocking wan but he takes the permission at face value and crumbles, dirtying the pillow between his legs with his eyes fixed on Oab

Once he’s come down from his high wan stays still while catching his breath, waiting for what oab would do

Oab stays silent and just walks over to the closet, pulling out a pair of handcuffs wan is very familiar with already

“You need to cum that bad ?” Oab says while walking back over, “you know the rules. Selfish sluts get punished.”

Wan whimpers but puts his hands behind his back, letting oab cuff his wrists

Oab leaves wan straddling the dirty pillow and goes back to the closet to get a small vibrator he can attach to wan’s cock, positioning it right under the head

Oab grabs wan by the chin, forcing him to look up “I’m going to leave you here while I finish my work. Since you needed to cum so bad I’m going to let you. Do you understand, pup ?”

Wan nods but oab just grips his chin tighter. “Words, baby. What’s your color.”

“Green” wan chokes out, somehow already hard again just from the power oab exudes when he’s like this

Oab takes the opportunity to turn the vibrator on, forcing a moan out of the boy in front of him.

Oab releases wans chin and walks out of the room to grab his laptop (causing wan to panic a bit because he thinks oab is actually just gonna leave him there, something they’ve never done before)

Oab walks back in to see wan tearing up and he smirks, sitting in the chair across from the bed and going back to work

Wan relaxes into the pleasure once oab is back in the room, moaning and rocking against the pillow

Wan cums 3 more times and is fully sobbing by the end of it, begging Oab to turn off the vibrator before the man finally shuts his laptop and makes his way over to the bed

“Have you learned your lesson, pup ?” Oab asks, hand coming down to press the vibrator more firmly against wans cock

“Y-yes” wan sobs out, body shaking and hips rutting up into oabs hand

Oab chuckles darkly before bringing his hand down further and begins stroking Wan “one more, baby, you can do it.”

Wan absolutely wails at that, getting pushed over the edge one last time. Said orgasm is right on the sweet spot of painful but still pleasurable

Oab is quick to turn the vibrator off and unlock the cuffs, allowing the boy to crumble into his arms as he rubs his back and whispers praises in his ear

Oab lays them down (chucking the ruined pillow onto the floor and deeming that a problem for the future) and continues comforting wan until he’s calmed down

“Are you okay, baby ?” Oab asks, a little worried he pushed wan too far

“More than okay” wan sighs out, snuggling further into oabs chest, “just…. felt a little neglected.”

Oabs heart breaks at that and he hugs wan tighter. They talk about it after wan takes a shower and spend the night fucking soft and slow, oab making sure wan knows he loves him

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[philaet0s]

Celebrity/Social Media AU - Part 32

Previous Part: Part 31

Next Part: Part 33

The full AU is now posted on my ao3!

Simon

Making my way backstage during the concert is definitely the worst part of my day. I nearly get lost, even though I’ve done walked the opposite way only about two hours ago and someone who works here gave me clear and detailed instructions. When I arrive in Baz’s dressing room, Keris, who is in charge of all of Baz’s and his musician’s stage outfits, immediately points at a pair of slacks and a crisp white shirt. “Put them on, quick.”

I would not dare risk disobeying her. She looks stressed. Everyone who works with Baz on his tour looks stressed.

The clothes fit me perfectly, and yet, I’ve never tried them on before, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Baz had my clothing sizes memorised, so.

“You should have makeup on if you’re going on stage,” Keris comments, as she rolls up my sleeves artfully.

“Nah, there’s no time for that,” I say. I purposely left the show very late so there would be no time for makeup. I don’t want any of that stuff on my face, it’s itchy. “I should go now, he’s going to finish the song soon.”

“You’re right. Just one last thing… Turn around please.”

When I do, she tucks in my shirt more than I had, then untucks it a little. “Perfect. Go.”

…And I now have to do more walking around.

Thankfully, the distance is not so big this time, and there are people to guide me. They all look even more stressed than Keris. I don’t think the people who work with him are very happy with Baz’s latest idea… I feel bad for them, but I, for one, am too excited about his idea to be fully compassionate.

I’m right behind the stage now, and Baz has finished his songs. Normally, he moves on straight to the next one, but tonight, Agatha, Niamh, Dev and Niall all stop playing.

“Hey, so…” His voice quickly get drowned out by people cheering. I peek to watch the audience. He waits for them to have gotten a little less loud to continue. “So… London… We know each other very well, you and I… I live in this city. I’ve lived in this city for a long time, but for a few years, I’ve lived in this city with someone very special… Someone who is here, tonight.”

Though none of their faces are clear from this far away, I can tell people in the public turn towards the VIP area, where I was sitting a few minutes ago. Of course, some of them already knew I was here. I even had a few people come and talk to me, like I was the celebrity, it was odd but not totally unpleasant.

While they were busy trying to find me, someone brought the chair that, in a matter of two shows, has become very famous in his fandom. It’s now placed behind him.

“No… Not over there… He’s here tonight,” Baz says, with emphasis. I can hear the smile in his voice a few seconds before I see it as he turns to me, extending a hand.

The crowd goes wild. Loud cheering and clapping accompany my entrance.

Once I’m close enough, I take Baz’s hand. Mine is sweaty. It is intimidating standing in front of tens of thousands of people. I don’t know how Baz does it so confidently.

He mouths ‘Hi, love,’ as he squeezes my hand before holding his mic up to his lips again. “My partner, my muse… My Simon. Everyone, say hello to Simon,” he says, pointing the microphone at the public, who scream in return. “Good. See, it’s not so hard being well-behaved?”

More cheering. They love it when he’s flirty with them. (I could not blame them).

“Simon is going to help me with tonight’s performance, if you don’t mind.” With how loud they are, I doubt they mind. “I thought that I could do something special for the last shows of this incredible tour, the shows in this city that is so dear to me. I hope you’ll like my surprise, London!”

And with that, he pushes me down on the chair, hard enough to look good for the audience, but not so hard that the chair –or I– will fall.

At the same time, the band starts playing the first notes of Hands Down. A song from the first album he wrote about me. The dirtiest song on the first album he wrote about me.

He puts the mic back on the stand, switching to his headset microphone.

Sit back and enjoy. Touch me if you feel like it. That’s all the instructions he gave me when he exposed his idea to me. Which is really no instructions at all. And he didn’t tell me what he was going to do in any specific way, so I’m discovering his ‘surprise’ for London with the same excitement as the audience.

At first, it’s rather tame. He walks around the chair, singing the first verse of the song. The tips of his fingers are dragging along my collarbones, the top of my arms, my shoulder blades. Teasingly.

I’m focusing on the lyrics as much as on what he’s doing, and it makes me realise that that is what he does in the song too, in the first verse. It’s all teasing. He’s using that sexy, sultry voice, he sings a little slowly, drags the ends of some of his words, none of which are overtly sexual yet.

Then, as his lyrics become more explicit, so does his performance.

He’s behind me, and he drags his hands down my chest, until his fingers reach the waistband of my trousers. He lowers his head to, angling it as if he was whispering in my ear. His hands are slower on their way back up. They play with the top button of my shirt, to eventually undo it. And the one underneath it too. He places his lips close to my neck, to mime kissing it. I shiver all the same as I feel his breath on my skin.

He straightens up. He walks around the chair again until he’s in front of me. Almost mechanically, my legs open wider, something that I may feel ashamed about later. Not now, though. Absolutely not now. Because now he’s in front of me, singing those scandalous lyrics, looking better than he ever has. Because now he’s brought me in front of the crowd of his sold-out Wembley Stadium concert to show me off.

Because now he’s going down on his knees, in the space I just freed.

Jesus fucking Christ.

It’s the first time since his performance began that I notice the audience. The sounds they just made could probably be heard on the other side of the city. His hands are back on me, on my knees and then up my thighs. If he was actually going to… his lips would be following. He loves kissing my thighs. It’s his favourite spot for hickeys.

Instead, because having his face between my thighs might be too sexual even for him –or perhaps because he wants to spare me the embarrassment of getting hard on stage– he keeps his head right where it is, and looks up at me, with an intensity in his eyes that makes me feel hot all over.

For the final part of his song, he stands back up, only long enough to sit on my lap. To straddle one of my legs, more accurately. They’re too far apart for him to fit on both at the same time.

His own leg is practically pressed to my crotch, simply because it’s too damn long for it to fit in any other way, which is not helping lower my body temperature.

He’s rolling his hips now, like he does when he’s riding me. Same pace, too. One of his hands is toying with a button of my shirt he hasn’t undone and the other is on my shoulder, for balance.

He leans in, as if he was kissing me, but he doesn’t, of course he doesn’t, he’s singing, but my body reacts all the same. One of my hands holds the dip of his back, to keep him close, and the other flies up to his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. He smiles, and it changes the way he sings. I think I could die, right here and now. I know we’re in front of a whole stadium of people, but that moment feels so intimate, so beautiful.

Already, much too soon, he gets to the end of song. I don’t want it to be over yet. God, couldn’t he write a 20-minute song?

The last lyrics are sung close to my face, his breath brushing my lips.

And when he finishes, he kisses me. Actually kisses me.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

very sweet question

How would Jeff, Jason and Sully react if Y/N walked up to them, took their faces in their hands and said "I have my world in my hands"

Jeff:

Jeff has bad days quite regularly, especially during the summer months when his brain tries to convince him he should just avoid the sunny, fun activities his friends are engaging in, and just curl up inside under a mountain of blankets and wallow in self-pity and sadness. Of course, as his partner, you notice these changes quite easily, so obviously, that leads to you wanting to try your best to cheer him up, but when he's got himself locked up inside his room, refusing to leave the comfort of his bed, that can be hard to do. You get an idea one day, and heading upstairs to execute it, you feel yourself getting excited about your little scheme. You start by kneeling beside his bed, asking if he'd like to come out and spend some time outside, but he simply sighs, saying you've got the whole world out there to explore, and you don't need him to do with you and put a damper on it. With that, you smile and ask him to turn to face you and he does, even if reluctantly, but then you do it, cupping his face delicately in your hands you tell him, "But Jeff, I already have my world in my hands right now." His immediate response is to blush, and then the tears start falling down, and then he's wrapping himself around you as he cries out all the emotions he's been trying to hold in. And, after that, when he settles, the two of you finally leave to get that ice cream you'd been trying to get him to leave and try for the last few weeks, and to Jeff, it's the best ice cream he's ever had, as he gets to enjoy it with you.

Jason:

Jason has a tendency to lose himself in his work, a habit he's had for as long as he can remember, and even if he doesn't really enjoy it, sometimes he just has to bury himself in his work. Thoughts of needing to prove himself and accomplish things, to earn a place in the world overtake him, and he stays trapped in his workshop for weeks on end, trying to push out the best product that he possibly can and make something incredibly useful, so that he can prove to others and himself that he still has a purpose, that there's still a point to his existence. As his partner, it can be painful for you to watch. While Jason doesn't need to eat or sleep, he loves indulging in those things, but when he gets like this he doesn't do either, avoiding both eating and sleeping to continue working. His appearance he cares so much about gets ragged as his hair gets messier and more knotted as he puts off brushing it, his old makeup smearing across his face as he doesn't waste the time to remove it. He becomes a shell of himself, and it pains you to see it. One day, you finally decide you've had enough, and you march in there, demanding that he finally take a break and get some rest. He tells you he can't, that he has to keep pushing, so he can try and make the best possible world for you. You sigh out, taking his face in your hands. "Jason, I already have the perfect world right here in my hands." At last, his tools clutter to the ground, his arms wrapping around you, tears falling from his eyes as he loses himself in you, allowing you to escort him from his shop to finally get some rest.

Sully:

Sully is, if anything, incredibly stubborn. No matter how much time passes, no matter how many I love you's the two of you share, no matter how many nights you spend together curled up in bed in each other's arms, Sully still feels the need to constantly prove himself. His mind tells him that you're just tolerating him for Liu's sake, that you don't really love him as much as you claim you do, that he isn't good enough yet and one day you'll finally side to just be with Liu and stop giving him any of the charity affection you've been allowing him to experience so far. Of course, none of that is true, you've been in love with Sully for a very long time, just as in love with him as you are with Liu, and you aren't just being loving with him out of some sort of twisted pity. However, getting Sully to believe that can be very difficult when his depression and warped self-image keep telling him that it's nothing more than flattering words, just little lies to keep him sated. He tries again and again to prove himself, and every time you tell him he already has proven himself, he never listens until one day he finally collapses in a heap of exhaustion, your arms cradling him immediately. He tells you weakly that he just wants to give you the world, and you chuckle tearfully, cupping his face. "Sully, you've already given me the world. It's right here in my hands." Sully shatters at that point, clinging to you, confessing his love over and over again, and you do the same, holding each other tightly as though you're scared the other will just disappear. This time, Sully tells himself, he needs to listen to you.

[ponderingmoonlight]

The razor's edge

Pairing: boyfriend!Megumi x reader

Word Count: 1,3k

Synopsis: The news that your boyfriend Megumi got badly injured on a mission makes you come to Jujutsu High immediately to stand by his side.

Warnings: mentions of death, injury, language

„Where is he“, you breathe out while sprinting down the dark hallway without an aim.

Your mind is clouded with pure fear. The worst that could have happened has happened. Shoko’s voice took on a worried tone that you’ve never heard from her before when she called you earlier. You don’t know much expect that Megumi has a gaping hole in his abdomen and was saved by her. A close call, nearer to death than to life.

“Hey, (y/n), here!”

Finally a familiar voice. Your eyes search the room for Yuji’s pink hair. He waves you over, sweat drips from his forehead, auspicious blood sticks to his clothes. You run towards him as fast as you can, whole body trembling in fear and embrace him in a tight hug. What happened? Was is because of the competition? He told you not to worry, that serious injury was prohibited and both schools usually complied with that. Nothing more than a few scratches, he said. Nothing more than a few scratches…

“Shoko just took him with her to rinse the wound again. I’ll be honest, it hit him very bad. Half an hour ago we didn’t even know if he’s gonna make it. But he will survive, Shoko fixed him up again”, Yuji explains briefly while patting your back slightly.

You don’t miss the gleam in his eyes and the deep lines of concern that adorn his otherwise carefree face. It must have been a really close call.

You can’t help but let yourself fall out of his arms on a nearby bed. Pictures of Megumi flood your mind, the way he never admitted that he wants to cuddle but always pulled you closer in the middle of the night, his collected façade that crumbled when you broke your leg last summer and how he had his eye on you ever since. He may seem cold and indifferent, but you know so much better. He is the most caring, affectional and sacrificial man you know. You knew this day would come. Being a jujutsu sorcerer carries a high risk, no matter how skillful he is. Megumi always told you that such things can happen and that you shouldn’t worry about it, that he’ll always return to your side.

Your lips begin to tremble while your eyes burn like a thousand fires in a desperate attempt to stop yourself from crying. He wouldn’t want you to feel this way. But still…

“I can’t lose him”, you mumble, tears falling down your long lashes.

But still, your fear of losing him is catching up with you. So far his words have been no more than a theoretical construct, a risk that seemed far away. But in one fell swoop it became a hard-hitting reality.

“Don’t worry, Megumi is tough and probably wouldn’t allow himself to leave you behind”, Yuji assures you with a little smile while patting your shoulder lightly.

A little laughter escapes your lips. He’s probably right. You wipe the tears from your face in an unladylike manner and give Yuji a sweet smile. Even though he’s pretty much done himself, he can’t help but replying it. Megumi is lucky to have a girlfriend like you – they like to remind him of that as much as they can too.

Minutes feel like hours while you stare at the aseptic ceiling above, Yuji by your side in silence. Is it a good sign that this takes so long? Or did something really bad happen? You try to close and rest your burning eyes for a moment but are immediately struck by the imagines of a lifeless Megumi. No, you can’t rest now. But on the other hand, the thought of standing up and walking around drains you even more. You probably just have to preserve, surely everything is as fine as it can be. But what if it’s not? What if he’s taking his last breaths behind one of the closed doors?

“Oh, there you are, (y/n). Megumi has been bugging me with his questions about you since he woke up.”

Shoko enters the room as casually as usual and pushes a hospital bed in front of her. You jump up, heart almost leaving your chest. Legs moving by themselves, you start sprinting towards him despite the dizziness that almost brings you to your knees.

“Megumi”, you breathe out.

God, he looks so horrible that your gut twists in terror. His face is covered in bruises, clothes still soaked in blood as well as his usual black hair. So much blood…You can tell by a look into his tired eyes that he is completely exhausted. But the worst are the fresh bandages around his otherwise naked abdomen. You swallow hard while a new wave of tears threatens to overwhelm you.

“Hey (y/n)”, he replies with low voice.

“You’re awake. And alive.”

Your shaky fingers cling to his arm. He’s alive, he’s warm, he’s here. He’s severely hurt, but alive. Everything is going to be okay. He survived.

“I don’t feel that alive to be honest, more like death warmed over. Thank you for coming, seeing your face motivated me to stay awake.”

You can’t anymore. Your body completely collapses onto him. Uncontrolled sobs fill the entire room, your head rests on his chest while your fingers cramp into the blood soaked fabric of his shirt. A wave of relief and distress rolls over and swallows you completely.

“I’m sorry for doing this to you. Absolutely nothing went like planned, special grade curse spirits attacked us”, he briefly explains, his voice utterly sore.

You focus on his frequent breath, his calm heartbeat echoing through your head and the hint of his delicious smell under the obscene whiff of his blood.

He’s fine.

He’s fine.

He’s fine.

Like a mantra, you repeat this sentence over and over in your disordered head. You don’t have to worry anymore. Your body can stop to tremble now. Your crying is unnecessary. But still, you can’t stop. The thought of almost losing him rips you open from the inside and shows you will all harshness of fate how valuable and fragile even his life is.

“(y/n), look at me.”

You take a deep breath. Calm down, everything is fine now. With bloodshot and puffy eyes, you focus on his breathtaking gaze. His dark blue orbs could calm entire oceans, it is so easy to get lost in them.

“I’m here and everything is going to be okay, do you hear? Now please stop crying, I hate seeing you shattered like this because of me.”

Gently, his fingers trace along your cheek, caress your face in the mildest way. You instantly melt into his touch and silence your loud thoughts for a brief moment.

“Don’t you dare to ever do something like that again”, you mumble against his chest.

At the moment, he feels so good that it hurts. Just the thought of never feeling his gentle touch again, to never snuggle up against the warmth of his body eats you up alive.

You can’t help but grab his hard biceps and press your lips firmly against his. Megumi is the air you breathe, the love of your life. You will never let him go again, no matter who’s watching.

“Okay, I-I think we should g-get going”, Yuji stutters along with an awkward laugh.

“Wow, you scared him away. Show me how you did it”, Megumi mutters into your parted lips.

“Oh, I will go into heavy detail about that.”

[wyn-n-tonic]

That's a Real Fucking Legacy: To Leave

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader/former Tommy Miller x F!Reader Word Count: 2.1+ Warnings: Bad words. Relationship problems. Suicide/death/blood mentions. Author's Note: The previous one was supposed to be a one shot with this tacked on to the end. When I was writing the other day, my brain said, 'no, just post it now,' so I did. The response was very overwhelming and kind. I hope this part lives up to expectations. Where the first part focused heavily on Joel's confrontation with Tommy and his relationship with reader, this one focuses on reader's confrontation with Tommy and her relationship with Joel.

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Two brothers—one giant fucking mess.

Their lives, long before this one, were always bloody too.

Fist fights and war zones and broken noses and bullet holes.

So many bullet holes.

So many bullets.

You stopped being afraid of the actual monsters long ago; when people showed you that they were capable of being so much worse than just ripping one another apart.

But that day, that last little faith you had in anything is dissolved as Tommy’s fist cracked into Joel’s cheek.

He didn’t come in, just knocked Joel back a few paces and looked at you like you’d shredded him far worse than any bullet or bloater that ever looked his way.

Then, again, it was just you and Joel and the baby.

Baby, that’s all Joel called her in the aftermath of it.

Baby, he’d say followed by the suggestion that you should really discuss changing the name.

Everything was silent after that.

No gunshots outside, no knocks at the door.

No bullshit for days.

Joel pressed hasty kisses into you in the early morning light, two fingers pushed deep inside of you and encouraging, praising little words falling from his mouth into yours. 

It’s been days of his quiet observance to your routine. How you behave; how you react; how you nurture his little girl. 

He’d held you that night, long after you cleaned him up, and just let you cry against his thick, broad chest. Not once did he ask to know who your tears were for or what they represented. 

Now, though, he’s pressing himself against you and fortifying all his lost strength and the hastily put together pieces of his heart with the soft cries you give back out to him. 

The knock comes just as you’re about to; hard knuckles hitting the door while Joel’s buried up to his between your legs.

“Ignore it,” he whispers. “They’ll fuck off, you’re so close.”

Nodding your head, you cover his hand with yours and push further as he encourages you more and more.

“Come on, sweetheart, come on”—another knock—“FUCK!” 

Joel pulls himself from you and stands, sucking his thumb and then each thick digit into his mouth afterwards as he walks towards the door.

“Who is it?”

“Tommy.” 

Joel looks back, a question in his eyes but you’re already pulling pants on as you come around to the table. Something tells you that Tommy expected you to follow him out the door, explain yourself and beg him to come back to just talk.

As much as you love him—loved him—your family now needed you in that moment. You owed him nothing.

Still, as the door swung open, he looked at you like you did.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asks, eyes going from Joel’s shirtless figure to your half dressed one.

“And if you were?” Joel asks. 

“Baby.”

“Baby?” Tommy pulls back like he’s been slapped, like he has a right. “So I go to find us a better chance at life and you jump in bed with my fucking brother first thing?” 

“First of all, you’re gonna keep your fucking voice down,” Joel says, pulling his brother into the room. “Our daughter is still asleep and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Your daughter,” he says, like he still can’t believe it, looking from Joel to you and back. “The daughter that should be mine.”

“Should be,” you agree. “Could’ve been, would’ve been.” Your arms are crossed over your chest. There’s an aching deep in you that you’ve been trying to keep in since the moment you saw him.

“You left,” you remind him. “I waited for you, Tommy, there was no first thing.”

The baby cries and Joel moves instinctively towards her along with Tommy’s gaze. 

Tears roll easily down his cheeks, caught in the gray hairs of his overgrown facial hair. “I fucking radio’d,” he says on a step forward. “Marlene was supposed to tell you, she was supposed to keep you informed.”

“The only thing that bitch and the Fireflies did was take you away from me followed by any sense of fucking safety I held onto—or did you not see the fucking spray paint and the lack of a goddamn floor?” 

Another step forward, closer now and he looks the same but so different. Cold paled golden skin with freckles joined by sunspots blossoming in random, beautiful patterns. 

There is gray streaked through his curls—his thick mustache. 

His face is longer than Joel’s, chest somehow thicker with a rounded out barrel shape and you remember sleeping on it. Pressing your ear to the flat plain beneath his pecs and hearing his heart beat steady. There was comfort in those moments, safety and stability in an unsafe and unstable world. Now you lay your head on Joel and he gives you the same. Sometimes, you even think he gives you more.

Your grief is churning again, painful and ruinous. Because this man in front of you was supposed to be dead. After years with nothing, he comes back now. After years of grieving for him, keening for him in those confines of those walls and these ones. He looks at you like he has all the rights to the hurt that he caused; like he can come in here and take from you the very thing he put into your hands.

Crimson blushes up to the tips of his ears beneath all these things you say to him, held back by Joel’s strong arms.

“Don't you dare stand there and feel sorry for yourself, Tommy; don’t you stand there and blame your brother or me or my fucking daughter for the shit that you did.” 

“Do you love him?” He asks, eyes squinting like he’s studying you—picking you apart like all those nights just so he can see how it all fits back together again. He doesn’t know, he never will again—not the way he did.

You shrug. “What the fuck is love anymore, Tommy?”

Covering his face, he pushes the tears away and runs his hand down the length of his beard. “When you look at that little girl”—he points to Baby in Joel’s arms—“what do you feel?”

He is looking for love but that’s not the answer. When you look at your daughter, there is so much more than that within you. There is love, yes, but there is also fear; pride; strength; weakness. All in beautiful, bruised violet tones that live just beneath your surface.

This feeling does not paint with the same brush as love because there is no brush for this; no clear picture to be made because all it does is grow and bleed and seep far beyond whatever edges you thought existed. It cannot be contained, there is no neat little box for it to fit inside of.

Joel, too.

It is the same for him but more. More than a need to protect and care for and nurture but there is a warmth within it all for this man who puts on such a cold mask. Do you love him? No.

There is so much more than that inside of you for your family.

Obligation. Bloody—blood bound—and waiting to be broken. Ready to do whatever it takes.

“I thought you were dead,” you tell him. “I waited so long for you and I never heard a goddamn thing.” Saltwater cuts into your words and and Joel’s broad body cuts into the frame of your vision. “I loved you, Tommy,” you continue. “I loved you and then I hated you and then I mourned for you and then I loved you again. 

You walked away and took my whole life with you, you took that love and you took your laughter and your guitar and your singing and all the things that made me feel like a person. You know? I had something and somebody to come home to, I had a reason to keep going through the motions of every single fucking day in this shit hole that we call a world now, Tommy. I had you and I loved you and that love—that connection—made me feel like a fucking human being again.” 

“Are you done?” He asks. “Are you done blaming me?”

The hold has on your hip tightens, those fingers curled into your skin at the edge of your jeans. Joel’s looking down his nose at you, this man with all his height and all his strength, with terror half in his eyes. Because he knows by now, he realizes, the last few years have made you stronger than he is—tougher. Diligent and resilient and half feral with anger bottled up close to your chest just waiting to be uncapped.

“I’m not blaming you, Tommy,” you tell him. “I’m thanking you. The love that I had for you was so pure and unbridled and the closest to the before that I have ever known. I would have gone with you, I would have bled for you. But you took the coward’s way out—“ 

“That's not what I did—“ 

“Shut the fuck up, Tommy, that is exactly what you did and you know it. You left with some excuse about wanting better for me.”

The tears in my voice are nothing compared to the ones on his face, sitting there and taking this—so different from the man he once was to you. The man that ached to argue and debate. He never could do that with you, though. He never had a reason to until now. “I did want better for you, I do still.”

Your hands rise in gesture of the walls around you. “This is it, Tommy,” you say. “You leaving me took all the breath out of my lungs, I thought I was fucking dying and my only hope was that your death was a lot quicker than the one I was experiencing.”

“Neither of us are dead, though,” Tommy says.

“No,” you agree. “Neither of us are dead but I wasn’t living for a long time, I didn’t want to. I would’ve bled for you, Tommy. I would’ve followed you anywhere but for them”—you look from Tommy to Joel and your daughter in his arms—“I would die for these two and that’s why I’m still alive so do what you’re good at and get the fuck out of my house.”

Joel’s hands are wrapped around your one, pulled to his lips over and over again. “I talked to Tommy.”

“Cool.”

His jaw clenches and the grip he has on your hand tightens slightly. “I know you’re hurting, sweetheart, but I think he kind of gets it. He’s not mad at you—me. He told me about where he went, where he wants to take you.”

“Oh? So, what? You made some fucking trade for me? Giving over the baby and the life that he could’ve had? Starting everything for your brother only to come in in the middle and leave when it gets too hard for him again?” 

Joel’s head shakes, pain in those big, brown eyes. “He helped set up a city out in Wyoming, they’ve got electricity, water—food, baby. A life, a real one. Clean and safe.”

“What do you want from me?” You ask. “How do you want me to react? How fantastic for him that he has a real life, baby.”

He swipes a thumb across the swell of your cheek and makes those same soothing sounds he gives over so easily to Baby at the first sign of any kind of distress. “He wants us to go back with him, sweetheart.” 

Huffing a laugh, you ask him why the fuck he’d want to do that. “Some unburdening of his fucking soul for what he thinks he left me to the last time? He took my life and gave me two more.”

“He still loves you, sweetheart, and he wants the best for you whatever you may decide that means. He told me he figured you’d moved on when he got nothing back, that’s what he had to hold onto to not think the worst because Marlene just kept saying she couldn’t find you.”

Couldn’t find me, sure.

Hopefully she found what she was looking for when she destroyed your apartment. She’s just as responsible for this new life, these new loves and hurts, of yours as he is—maybe more so.

“So what do you think we should do, huh?” You ask. “It's a long fucking way to Wyoming from Boston, Joel.”

“Yeah.” Your hair is wrapped around his finger again, body so closely leaned in to yours at the kitchen table. “It only takes one step to leave.” 

[ilovepapahet]

Sweetheart

Chapter Two

Life it seems to fade away, drifting further every day

Warnings: Angst, Break Up, Alcohol, mentions of trauma, mentions of drugs

let me know if I missed anything

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As you walk through the door you see Lars’s dad sitting in the living room of the house. He greats you as you walk in heading to your room, on your way to your room you feel very overwhelmed with emotions. Why was James being such a dick?

Why did he act like he didn’t love you anymore? As soon as you closed your door to your bed room, you broke down. Sobbing as your back slid against the door. This isn’t fair to you. At all. Why is it that now all of a sudden as soon as he’s in a band. He acts like he’s everything.

A soft knock on your door pulls you out of your sobbing state. Opening the door you find Lars. “Hay-“ he says gently “-you alright. I heard everything” Lars pushes his way in. You look at Lars and hug him, sobbing in his arms.

“Why is he acting like this? Why did I do? Is he getting tired of me?” You sob.

“I don’t know…. I’m.. I’m sorry”

Lars takes you to your bed as lays you down. “I’ll talk to him. He’s my best friend”. You look up at Lars, “But what if he doesn’t listen. I don’t think it’s a good idea Lars…. I appreciate it though”. You knew it would end up in an argument.

Lars soothes you as you cry slowly calming down. “Thank you Lars… you’re the best” “Of course… you’re like a sister to me”. Lars gets up to leave, “Call me if you need anything… alright” you nod and pull the covers over you. Your deep in thought. You knew you had to talk to James. Find out what was going on you loved him too much to leave him and you couldn’t. No, you wouldn’t let this continue.

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The next day was a Saturday. Lucky for you. You woke up to smell something downstairs as you get up and head downstairs. You find Lars trying to make breakfast for you and him, “Morning. Sorry I’m trying my best to uh… make breakfast”. You giggle “Thank you Lars. Your the best”.

“Cliff is better at this stuff” he joked.

“No lars it’s alright. I appreciate it.. deeply”

Lars sets you a plate as you start to eat. “Want anything to drink.. water? juice?” “Waters fine”. Lars gets you a glass and gives it to you.

“I’m going to try and talk to James… I think it would be better than arguing with him”

“I think so too.. you’ll figure it out. I promise.”

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After breakfast you get ready for work. You worked at a record store not too far from where you lived, you usually opened and the pay wasn’t too bad.

Unlocking the front door and turning on the lights you started to set up everything. Setting up the cash register bring some of the extra vinyl carts out side and setting up the window display and turning on the Open sign. You liked the job it was kinda fun.

“Hay girl” you look over and see you girl best friend and coworker Dawn. Dawn was a very happy bubbly girl. She’s dressed like she listened to pop music. Always in pink, but she loved and lived for the hard rock and metal music. She loves Motorhead.

It was her favourite band. “Sooo.. what you’ve been up too” she asked gluing herself your side. “Nothing… just trying to get through the last few weeks of school” you sigh “Yeah I get it”.

“So… How’s you and James?” She asked innocently

You groan in exhaustion.

“That bad?”

“I feel like he doesn’t care anymore. Like I’m ghost to him now” you shake your head. There was a pause between you two

“You ready for grade eleven?” You ask Dawn. “UGHHHH. Please don’t remind me”. Dawn was only a year younger than you. “I’m nervous. Your going to help me get through since your going into grade twelve already” “yeah I know… my last year”.

A guy walks into the store and he looks to be around Dawns age. “He’s cute” you look to Dawn. She eyes him a bit “Kinda…. He’s always coming in here” she tells you “Go talk to him” you joke.

“No!-“ she whispered in a yell “-I mean he is cute, but… no I’m not his type”. You laugh a bit at her.

“Come on. Your always telling me about how you want a boyfriend”

“Yeah I know…. Ok fine. I’ll go talk to him” Dawn sighs walking around the counter.

It was a thing between you two to tease each other she was literally your sole sister like how Lars was your sole brother. You watch as Dawn talks to the regular who came in, he was always looking for something new to listen to, he was nice. You wondered how happy James would be if the bands first album would be on vinyl, how he would come to you first and tell you how cool it looked and how he wants to to be the first to listen to it.

You smiled at the thought as Dawn comes back around with the boy following shortly behind her.

“I got this” she smiled and winked at you.

“You sure that’s it?

“Yeah that’s it. Thank you.” The boy smiled. “Can I get your name?” He asks Dawn

“My names Dawn, yours?”

“Robert”

You watch from a distance at the painful yet cute intersection between them. You watch as Robert leave with a big smile on his face, Dawn turns to you her face flushed. “That was painful to see” you tease her.

“I’m not good at talking to boys, you know that” she wines “Yeah no kidding” you laugh lightly at her.

“So… do you think you’d date him?” You ask her jokingly.

“We just met. I need to get to know him more.”

“I’m joking with you Dawn. I don’t rush things”

For the rest of the day, you sold a couple of vinyls joked with Dawn and got ready to close for the day. “I’ll close up today, you can head home” Dawn tells you. “You think you can do it?” “Yeah I’ve watched you and Daniel do it a few times I’m good” Dawn reassures you.

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Back home you walk in and it’s about seven, no one was home so you had the whole house to yourself. Something that doesn’t happen a lot considering Lars was jobless, but he was probably out with the guys.

You chilled on the couch watching a few horror movies, nothing too scary. You sat there for a few minutes until a knock came at the door. You groaned and got up and open the door. As you open the door you find James, “James? What are you-“ “Can I come in” he cuts you off. Stepping aside to let him in “What are you doing here?” You ask him. “To talk about you”.

“Me?”

“Yes you, why’d you’ve been acting like a brat”

“Excuse me? You’ve been treating me like shit James”

“Why is it always me who’s the bad guy! You’ve been annoying me nonstop” James yelled.

“So why didn’t you tell me? I’ve just been trying to be nice to you. All you care about is your band”

“But you got mad at me for when I called it my band?”

You sigh in frustration “It was just your tone James. And I was overthinking-“

“Overthinking What?!” James yells.

“I’ve been overthinking that you don’t love me anymore and… that.. I’m just in your way. I just panicked and I’ve been bugging you because I don’t want you to leave me.” You start to sob. “James.. I really love you. I love you so much and to many people have left me and treated me like shit… you’ve been so sweet to me and… I’m sorry I was just scared”.

You both looked at each other tears running down your face. James says nothing.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“When was there ever a good time to tell you?!” You yelled “Your so caught up in this band bullshit to even realize how I feel James. I’ve tried so hard… so fucking hard to be a good girlfriend to you, but you don’t care anymore” you cry as you wipe your tears away with the sleeve of James’s hoodie you wore.

“I think we should break up….” James says. You look up at him shocked and horrified.

“You don’t mean that…”

“…. I do”

You fall to the floor in tears at his words. Why did it have to end like this.

James moves closer to you and sits in front of you. He holds you for a little bit and mumbles an apology. A halfhearted apology. “I have more important things in life now” he hold your face in his hands. “Maybe another time” he says as he kisses you one last time. “I want my hoodie back”. You sniffed and took off his hoodie. “Bye”. You hear the front door close, you got up off the floor and head for your room.

In a fit of rage and sadness you start throwing things. How could he? And why like that?

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Later that night Lars came home. He called for you but got no answer, he went up to your room to check you. He looks around at the messy room from the things you threw around. Lars sighs as he sees you sobbing in bed. “… Hay what happened?” He asks as he sees your red puffy eyes.

“He broke up with him” you cry. Lars says nothing. He just lets you cry. “I’m so sorry”. It was kinda hard for Lars to comfort you he’s not used to the break up things, but he tried.

All you could do, was cry.

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That was a six years ago though, things have changed… a lot. You’re now twenty two living in your own bungalow. It was a cute home.

After the break up things got worse. Lars started drinking and doing drugs which affected your relationship. He got mean feeding into his ego. Dave got more rude the more he drank becoming an alcoholic. Cliff was… well he was Cliff. The only thing he really did was smoke weed. As for James…. You didn’t care about him anymore…. He was fuckin dead to you.

You now worked at a guitar centre in San Francisco, it was a nice place. Nice people. Hopefully things can get better. You haven’t heard from anyone at all. You knew Metallica became bigger than where they started, but you didn’t care. Their now just this big stuck up band.

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and that’s chapter two, chapter three coming soon loves