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How to Select the Ideal Live Chat Software for Customer Support

Introduction to Choosing Live Chat Software

In today’s fast-paced digital environment, providing immediate and effective customer support has become crucial for businesses of all sizes. Live chat software has emerged as a key tool in achieving this goal, offering real-time assistance and improving customer satisfaction. But with so many options available, how do I choose live chat software for customer support that’s right for my business? In this article, we will explore the essential factors to consider, from core features to implementation strategies, to help you make an informed decision.

What is Live Chat Software?

Live chat software allows businesses to communicate with their customers in real-time directly on their website. This tool can significantly enhance the customer service experience by providing immediate answers and solutions, thus reducing wait times and improving customer satisfaction.

Why is Live Chat Crucial for Customer Support?

The importance of live chat cannot be overstated. It not only provides immediate assistance and reduces abandonment rates but also increases sales and customer loyalty by offering a personalized customer service experience.

Core Features to Look for in Live Chat Software

When choosing live chat software, it’s essential to look for certain core features that can significantly impact your customer support efficiency and effectiveness.

User-Friendly Interface: The software should be easy for both your team and your customers to use.

Integration Capabilities: Ensure the software can seamlessly integrate with your existing systems such as CRM, email, and help desk tools.

Real-Time Support and Analytics: Access to real-time support and detailed analytics helps in understanding customer needs and improving service.

Customization and Branding: The ability to customize and brand the chat interface to match your website enhances the customer experience.

How Do I Choose Live Chat Software for Customer Support?

Choosing the right live chat software involves assessing your business needs, comparing different solutions, considering security measures, and evaluating the level of customer service provided by the vendor.

Assessing Your Business Needs: Understand the specific needs of your business and customers before beginning your search.

Comparing Pricing and Plans: Look for a solution that offers the features you need within your budget.

Security and Compliance: Ensure the software complies with relevant regulations and standards to protect customer data.

Evaluating Customer Service and Support: Choose a provider known for excellent customer service and support to ensure any issues are quickly resolved.

Implementing Live Chat Software

Once you’ve chosen software, the next steps involve training your team, setting up automated responses, and continuously monitoring and improving your live chat services.

Training Your Team: Ensure your staff is well-trained to use the new software effectively.

Setting Up Automated Responses: Automated responses can help manage customer expectations and provide immediate assistance when live agents are unavailable.

Monitoring and Improving: Regularly monitor the performance of your live chat service and make improvements as needed.

FAQ:

Your Live Chat Software Questions Answered

How does live chat software improve customer service?

Live chat software significantly enhances customer service by providing real-time assistance directly on your website. This means your customers can get immediate answers to their questions without having to leave your site, wait on hold, or navigate through multiple support pages. It leads to a quicker resolution of issues, increases customer satisfaction, and can even boost sales as customers feel more confident and supported in their purchasing decisions.

Can live chat software integrate with other tools I use?

Yes, many live chat software options can integrate seamlessly with other tools and platforms that your business uses, such as CRM systems, email marketing services, and social media platforms. This integration allows for a more unified approach to customer service and support, ensuring that all customer interactions are logged and accessible across different platforms, enhancing the efficiency of your support team.

What are the key features to look for in live chat software?

When selecting live chat software, look for features such as:

Customization: Ability to customize the chat interface to match your brand.

Automation and AI: Automated greetings and chatbots that can handle common queries.

Analytics and Reporting: Insights into chat volume, response times, and customer satisfaction.

Integration: Compatibility with other tools and platforms you use.

Mobile Support: Ensuring the chat works seamlessly across all devices.

Security: Strong encryption and data protection features.

How much does live chat software typically cost?

The cost of live chat software can vary widely based on the features, scale, and vendor. Some providers offer basic services for free, while premium plans can range from $20 to $150 per month per agent. It’s important to consider what features are essential for your business and to choose a plan that fits your budget while meeting your needs.

Can I customize the appearance of the live chat window?

Yes, most live chat software allows you to customize the appearance of the chat window. This includes changing colors, adding your logo, and modifying the chat buttons to match your company’s branding and website design, ensuring a consistent user experience for your customers.

How can I measure the success of my live chat support?

Measuring the success of your live chat support can be done through various metrics such as customer satisfaction scores, response time, resolution time, and chat volume. Additionally, many live chat software options provide built-in analytics and reporting tools that allow you to track these metrics over time. Monitoring these indicators helps you identify areas for improvement and assess the overall impact of live chat on your customer service.

Conclusion:

Enhancing Customer Experience with the Right Live Chat Software

Choosing the right live chat software is a critical decision that can significantly impact your customer support effectiveness and overall customer satisfaction. By considering the factors discussed above — core features, integration capabilities, security, and the level of customer service provided — you can select a solution that best fits your business needs and enhances your customer support experience.

Live chat software is not just a tool for communication; it’s an investment in your company’s future and a commitment to providing the best possible service to your customers. By selecting the right software, training your team effectively, and continuously monitoring and improving your live chat services, you can create a more engaging, responsive, and customer-friendly environment.

The benefits of implementing the right live chat software extend beyond improved customer service; they also include increased sales, better customer retention, and a stronger brand reputation. Therefore, take the time to choose wisely, implement thoughtfully, and continuously strive for excellence in your customer support efforts.

Remember, live chat software aims to provide swift, efficient, and personalized service to your customers. By achieving this, you not only meet their immediate needs but also build long-term relationships that are based on trust and satisfaction.

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N✧ RAINB✧WS - L. HS

PAIRING: HEESEUNG + FEM READER

WARNING$: SMUT, PROTECTED/UNPROTECTED SEX, ROUGH SEX, SHOWER SEX, ANAL, ORAL, FINGERING, CUM EATING, FUCKING WHILE HIGH/DRUNK, BLOWJOBS, PUSSY EATING, NIPPLE SUCKING, LICKING, DIRTY TALK, POSSESSIVENESS, LOTS OF SEX SCENES, ANGST, JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, CRYING, CHILDHOOD ABUSE, TRAUMA, FIGHTING, BLOOD, ARGUMENTS, CURSING, SMOKING, DRINKING, MENTIONS OF CLUBS, DRUGS/ DRUG DEALING, OVERDOSE, DEATH, SUICIDE. IF THESE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE DO NOT READ!

WC: 26,048k

GENRE: ROCKBAND AU. INSPIRED BY CHASE ATLANTIC.

FEATURING: HEESEUNG VOCALIST, JAKE DRUMMER, JAY GUITAR, SUNGHOON BASSIST.

$YNOP$1$: it's not everyday your favorite underground up and coming rock band tours in your city, but the day they do, you take full advantage. Just seeing them live felt surreal, but what was even more unreal was the lead singer noticing you amongst a small crowd. You thought that made your night turns out once the concert had ended and you made your way backstage (thanks to your vip pass) is what really made your night, yet the surprises didn't stop there. After a brief interaction with the band, the front man, Lee heeseung, offers to take you back to the tour RV, leading to one unforgettable steamy night, and suddenly, he asks you to go on tour with him as you lay tangled in his sheets without a thought you say yes taking a step into his world but little did you know there's "no rainbows just white lines."

She’s finally here 😈 dropping a little treat before enhypens comeback

With your heart racing in your chest, you do one final glance at yourself in the mirror, putting the finishing touches on to make sure your outfit is good and everything is intact.

You sighed softly, nerves running through you from the anticipation of seeing your favorite band live.

You had front row seats or ga rather, which meant you’d be closest to the stage where your favorite singer was going to be performing on.

The idea of seeing him live makes you so excited. Despite spending nearly two whole paychecks on your ticket, you didn’t regret it. How could you when you were going to see heeseung, the lead singer, up close and personal? He was worth every cent, and you couldn’t wait to hear his heaven-like vocals in real time.

Once you’re satisfied with the reflection that stares back at you, you reach into your purse to grab your keys and feel another wave of nerves hit you.

This is really it. You thought while turning off your living room light and heading to your car to drive to the venue, which luckily was only eighteen minutes away.

Arriving at the venue sometime later, you paid for parking and left your car. Entering the venue, there weren’t that many people, seeing how it was an underground rock band; however, the turnout was still quite nice as they were starting to make their come up, which you were happy for, and hopefully, when they got much bigger they’d have more concerts in your city.

Weaving through the crowd, you found your spot on the floor, going close to the stage. Again, they weren’t that popular, so thankfully, you didn’t have to fight for a close spot.

It was about twenty minutes before the show, the venue lights were still on, and they played some of their music in the background on the speakers while people chatted away until it was time for the show to start.

You looked around, snapping a few shots of the crowd and stage. It was still pretty empty as people were buying drinks and snacks for the show, not you thought your stomach was in knots. The thought of even eating right now made you feel like regurgitating.

The last few minutes before they would take the stage, your nerves had started going crazy again, and it felt like hours had passed, and the clammy bodies that started to pile in beside you weren’t helping as you were very impatiently waiting for the performance.

Or more less him.

You know it sounds crazy a young girl having a crush on a boy band member.

Typical.

But there was just something about him. He was so captivating. He had you completely sucked in so far to the point he was the only member you really noticed out of all of them. Of course, you knew of the other members: Jay on guitar, sunghoon on bass, and Jake on drums.

But heeseung, the lead vocalist, had a spell on you, one that you just couldn’t shake.

Not to say you even wanted to.

When he was on stage, it was like he was meant to be there, a star shining so much brighter than the others. His enjoyment of performing, his charisma, and the way he took control of the crowd and the stage while looking effortlessly cool and handsome was utterly mesmerizing to you.

His looks were a big plus. His messy black hair made you want to run your fingers through it. His body was slim yet muscled, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about tracing his lean biceps with your fingertips.

That was just the tip of the iceberg, the way he’d stick his tongue out and the unnecessary rolls of his pelvis area while he sang a song that did not require such movements, but it was so uniquely him and equally satisfying to watch, and you can’t believe that not even five minutes from now you’d be seeing all that up this close.

Your camera was already ready, waiting for them to step from behind the curtains.

As they took the stage, the crowd erupted. It was almost a blur, the music loud and ringing in your ears, people, including you, singing along and enjoying yourselves to the opening song.

Your eyes were practically glued to him the whole time, completely mesmerized by him, the sweat rolling down his Adam’s Apple, the way his tank top clung to his hot, sweaty skin made you bite your lip, and if you weren’t already going insane when he made eye contact with you, you absolutely lost it screaming your lungs out, your hands reaching for him on stage along with many other fan girls. He smirked at you and came closer, clasping his hand with yours. He sang effortlessly while interacting with you.

It was only a second, but it felt like your heart stopped, and it was only you and him at that moment.

The instant he let go, you wanted him to hold your hand again, but sadly, you knew that wouldn’t happen.

Many tracks played after that. The song they were currently performing was nearing its end, and heeseung did his signature jumping down from the stage and running through the crowd to high-five all the people in the middle row.

You watched with envy, wishing you had bought one of those seats instead, but nevertheless, you still enjoyed watching his fan interactions. He was always the best at them.

When it came to the slower songs, you were completely immersed, staring into his eyes, his angel-like voice hitting your ears in the sweetest tone you’ve ever heard, even better than listening with headphones.

If anyone were to look at you right now, they’d think you were in love with the way your eyes sparkled as you stared at the lead singer with admiration and adoration.

And the somebody looking at you was the man himself, his eyes boring into your own, and you couldn’t care less about the ticket price, you’d pay double just to have this experience again as you made eye contact with the person you only ever admired through the screen.

He was so perfect, and you hoped the soft smile playing on your lips conveyed that.

His eyes shifted away from you, but yours never did. They stayed stuck on him until the show was coming to its close, and they all went backstage to prepare for the last song.

“Which one are you picking?” Sunghoon spoke up, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a white towel and a grin on his face.

“Front row third to the left is definitely mine,” heeseung replied after gulping down a bottle of ice-cold water, his other hand occupied with a pre-roll.

“Can’t you go two seconds without getting high?” Jay shook his head disapprovingly of his friend, who smoked way too often.

“No,” heeseung replied carelessly, blowing the smoke into his friend's face.

“Anyways, I was gonna pick her,” Jay sulks, toying with the tuner on his guitar.

“Too late. Besides, you know I always get first pick as the front man,” heeseung says while taking another hit.

This has been a routine for them. They’d always pick a girl in the crowd, heeseung, being the leader, had the first say and then the rest, but by the end of the night, they had all picked a girl to sleep with, if not two.

What can they say? It’s the perks of being a rockstar.

“I don’t pick. I just look in the crowd and point,” Jake chuckles as heeseung passes him the joint.

“We all know you stick your dick in anything,” Sunghoon chimes in.

“Shit, they’re all pretty and hot with a pussy I can bury my dick into. Why would I care?” Jake whistles, twirling his drumstick between his slender fingers that his fans had gone crazy over a million times.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” heeseung announced, cutting off the banter after wiping the sweat off his face and neck.

“That desperate to get your dick wet?” Jay teased with a quirked brow.

“For once, you’re actually right. My shit is so hard right now just thinking about it,” he laughed, gripping the front of his jeans provocatively.

Jake hurriedly takes a final hit, and the others gather around, forming a small circle, quickly putting on their serious faces and doing a team chant before going on stage for the last song of the night.

When they came back on stage, the crowd cheered loudly, already knowing what song they were performing.

It was one of their more mature songs. Well, all of their songs were pretty out there, but they were known for this performance and the explicit things they did on stage.

Like Jay fingering his guitar, sunghoon licking up the neck of his bass, Jake turning his drumsticks to a v shape and licking between them.

And last but not least, heeseung did seemingly everything in his power to captivate everyone in the audience and bring out their wildest fantasies.

From lifting up his tank top to holding the mic between his legs during the guitar solo, stroking the instrument with his dominant hand with the most innocent look on his face, all while acting like he wasn’t pretending it was his erect phallus.

You almost lost your mind seeing him doing it so up close you could feel butterflies erupt in your stomach and an all too familiar feeling between your legs.

Familiar cause you had touched yourself to that scene on the screen over and over, your walls clenching as you came wishing he was really stroking his cock in front of you instead of that stupid mic and in front of thousands of fans.

But that’s beside the point here. This was by far the best concert you’ve ever been to. No amount of money could compare to this performance. It was everything you could have asked for and so much more.

When the show ended and the lights went out, all your excitement was replaced with nerves once again because you had the VIP pass, which meant meeting the members backstage.

The line was short, which made it all the worse, but when it was finally your turn, you calmed yourself and greeted the members, bowing to each of them respectfully, and you went into the center to take a picture with them. Luckily, you were the last person to go up, which meant you got to share a few words with them, mainly just thanking them for coming to your city and how you loved the show, and you hoped for them to come back again soon.

Heeseung gave the other members a knowing look unbeknownst to you, and they started to distance themselves, and so did you, ready to leave the venue, but someone caught your wrist, causing you to gasp as you turned around and were face to face with none other than heeseung himself before you were playing it cool and calm like you didn’t scream out your lungs for him during the whole show, but now that you’re face to face you couldn’t help but feel nervous and shy, especially with his hand on you.

“Thank you for coming. Glad you enjoyed the show, Angel” he shamelessly eyed you up and down, licking his lips at the sight of your exposed cleavage, feeling the blood rush straight to his cock, the adrenaline from the show still very much alive and your reaction to him boosting his confidence and ego by a million.

“I- you’re welcome,” you stutter, not knowing what to say. With him being so close, you could smell his Prada cologne invading your senses.

The scent is easy to detect since you bought the exact kind he wore and spritzed it on your pillows before bed.

“Since I’m so grateful you came, why don’t you let me thank you in private?” The hand on your arm moves to your chest, his palm lying flat on your left breast. The action was so bold, yet he knew you wouldn’t tell him off because judging by the way you were staring at him all night, giving him your best fuck me eyes, he could only assume you were down to fuck with him.

And you prove him to be right.

Your breath hitches as you feel him lightly squeeze your left breast. “Heeseung,” you whimper his name quietly, and his cock twitched in his pants.

Not only were you beautiful, you were easy too, just his type.

You looked around, eyes flashing to see who heard or who was watching, but there was suddenly no one there, no security, no cameras, no members, just you and him.

“Focus on me,” he says lowly. “No one else is here, just you and me.” he strokes your cheek gently. “What do you say, hmm? Come back to the RV with me. I’ll give you a little tour,” he says with a lazy smile.

Nodding your head, almost in a trance-like state, you accept his offer, not even thinking about it more than once.

It was heeseung you’d let him do anything he wanted to you.

“Follow me.” he bends down briefly and kisses you on the cheek, and with that single kiss alone, you’d fallen for him.

All the fans had left long ago, and you two easily left out the back, going straight into the touring RV where the rest of his bandmates were.

They all smiled at you, knowing what was about to go down, and you lowered your head embarrassingly, not expecting them to be there.

As embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t say no to heeseung the man you dreamed about day in and day out.

Hell, this whole experience was unexpected, but when he took you back to his little room near the back and forced you against the wall impatiently, his lips pressing against yours hungrily was when it all became real.

You were actually kissing Lee heeseung, and it was….

Perfect.

And it wasn’t a dream like all the other times.

Like a switch had flipped, you reciprocated immediately, your hands wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back with equal enthusiasm.

“Hmm,” he groans against your lips, enjoying the way you keep up with him as your hands run through his wet nape hair.

He firmly presses himself against you, feeling your breasts smushed against his chest.

You whine into the kiss. His bulge pressed against you, his body keeping you pinned to the wall while he devours you, his hot tongue sleazily licking into your mouth, wet and messy, as he licks, sucks, and bites on your plump lips.

He jerked his hips forward, his bulge nudged against your core, and you gasped at the sudden friction. He chuckled amusedly, his hot breath fanning your face as he dived back in for more, sucking on your tongue lewdly, making your head spin as you gasped for more oxygen.

Your hearts pounding against one another, his forehead resting against yours, his chest heaves desperately, searching for breath, his nose tickling your jaw before he opens his mouth, kissing along your neck and chest.

“Heeseung,” you breathed out, lips swollen from the kiss as you panted and threw your head back against the wall, giving him free rein over your body.

He lowers his head and opens his mouth, licking at your exposed breasts, the feeling making a gush of arousal seep from your throbbing hole.

Taking advantage of your head tilted back, he trails upward, licking a stripe up your neck until he reaches your lips, forcing your head down to capture them in another breathtaking kiss.

Once satisfied, he parts from your lips again to kiss your jaw, his nose pressing against your temple as he moves your earlobe. He licks from your neck to your jaw, your ear, your chest, and any skin that’s exposed to him, devouring you whole.

He slipped his hands inside your leather jacket, yanking it off your body and exposing your shoulders, just another piece of bare skin for him to cover with saliva and kisses.

You’ve never felt so hot, so needy, so impatient.

Everything he did to you was so intense his lips left a fire in their wake, heating up your body and igniting a flame so strong that nothing could extinguish it.

Your grip loosened in his hair, your body overwhelmed, barely hanging on as he ravished you.

He leaned back just long enough to throw his baseball cap off somewhere in his small room, revealing his black hair, giving you more to grab onto.

You stared at one another, panting heavily, no words exchange, but the tension and feeling of arousal coursing through your veins.

He easily gripped the hem of the black tank top you wore, pulling it over your head. As you obediently raised your arms, your tits came flopping out of the material braless nipples perked up for his hungry eyes to feast on.

Grabbing your breasts, he squeezed them in his large, veiny hands, thumbs toying with your hardened buds. He stared at your face intently, pushing your buttons to watch how you reacted, your face entirely riddled with lust and pleasure just from him massaging your tits.

He bit his lips, squeezing harder, pulling a gasp from you as he rolled his thumbs over your nipples. His cock was getting so hard it started to ache, his wet tip surely staining the front of his blue jeans.

Sucking in a deep breath, he lowered his right hand to cup your clothed cunt.

“A-ah,” he smiled, adding some pressure, and you automatically ground yourself on his palm.

“Fuck” he muttered, feeling the heat from between your legs over his palm. He couldn’t wait to get inside you. He was so hard, needing a release desperately.

He’s never felt this feral, the need to be inside something so strong he felt like he had to stick his dick in your warm hole unless he’d explode.

Retracting his hands, he strips out of his white tank top, revealing his chest to you. His nipples are hard, and you can’t help but want to suck them.

He quickly undid his jeans, pulling them down to his knees.

You watched him breathless and awestruck pussy aching desperately for him, and you felt yourself clench down tightly when he gripped the waistband of his boxers pulling them down, his thick hard veiny cock flopping out, standing tall, precum seeping out of his tiny hole.

You licked your lips at the sight, sinking your teeth into your lower one, mouth watering as you eyed his pretty cock.

He sat down on his bed, beckoning you over. “Come here,” he called you to him, and you took a few steps. Soon, you were standing before him half-naked. “On your knees”

The way you slowly sunk down to your knees, holding eye contact with him the whole time, made his dick twitch. You placed your hands on his knees, going higher to caress his smooth thighs. He leaned back on his palms, relaxing as your hands ran all over his legs and thighs. “You wanna suck it baby?” He asked and bit on his lip with a raised brow, watching as visible excitement grew in your eyes.

You rested your cheek on his inner thigh, nodding softly as he patted your cheek. “Yeah?” He says softly.

Your hand wrapped around the thickness of his cock, and he hissed, feeling your cold hand fondling his hot throbbing length.

Stroking up and down slowly, you swirled his tip with your thumb spreading his sticky precum all on his dick.

He made a sound of approval, letting you do your own thing as he sat back.

Your fingertips tickled his balls before reaching up to pump his length some more. He was so hard and warm to the touch.

Your mouth salivates, and you pick your head up off his thigh, sticking out your tongue and licking up and down on his girthy shaft.

He groans, head tilting back as his fingers dig into the sheets.

Your tongue flicked on his tip, tasting the sweet yet salty precum. You moaned at the taste, eyes fluttering shut to relish every last string of his arousal.

Entranced by the taste of him and his soft grunts, you parted your lips, wrapping around the tip of his length, sucking him like a lollipop of the sweetest kind.

He gasped softly, his mouth opening in a silent moan, abs tensing as your wet warmth covered his sensitive cock head.

You placed your palms flat on his thighs, bobbing your head as you sucked more of his length in.

Opening your mouth wider, you let your saliva drip-free, running down his tip to his balls, getting it wet so you could suck on him easier.

His toes curled, balls tensing as you swallow more than half of his thick cock.

You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of his heavy warm cock on your tongue. You were barely even at it for a minute, yet you were addicted to the feeling, but the back of your throat felt empty, so you sunk down further, letting the tip of his cock fill that hollow space. Your wet lips tickled his ballsack, and he whimpered, his body trembling as you took him balls deep. He’s never felt head this good before.

You swallow around his cock, and goosebumps form on his skin. “God damn,” he grunts, watching you suck his cock. The way it just disappears in your mouth leaves him floored. You’re taking every inch down your throat so fucking good. “Sucking it real good” he lets out a breathy moan and lifts his hand up to stroke through your hair. “Shit,” he gulps, throat running dry from how much he’s panting.

Coming up for a quick breather, you release him from your mouth, your spit and his precum covering his pulsing cock.

The light from the tv hit just right, displaying his cock covered in a thin sheen of wetness, looking even more enticing for you to suck.

You lick the veins running along it, and he shudders, breath uneven.

His body jolts when you tease his tiny opening with the tip of your tongue. “Fuck” his eyes nearly rolled in his head. You were doing him so good he’d never been this turned on before

You inhaled him fully, forcing him as deep as possible before swallowing and choking on his hard cock.

The tight sensation of your wet throat closing up around him makes him moan loudly.

Your eyes roll back in your head as you intentionally choke around him some more, loving the feeling of gagging on his long dick.

You pulled off his shaft, slurping around his base and sucking one of his balls into your mouth while you stroked his cock.

Lapping at his sensitive balls, you tap his dick across your face obscenely, the quiet smack of his shaft hitting your cheek echoing in the room, and he loved it so much.

This was the best head he’d ever gotten. He loved it just like this: wet, messy, and sloppy.

You moaned around his cock, the little vibration in the back of your throat tickling his tip. “Oh my go- fuck” he whispers to himself, head falling back as he lets himself go enjoying the feeling completely, the wet, dirty sounds of you slurping his cock like music to his ears.

His hand taps your head lightly, letting you know he’s close, and you suck him with more vigor, moaning constantly, sucking him in like your life depended on it, your throat begging for his cum. “Gonna cum” he whispers shakily, hips lifting off the bed as strained moans leave his lips, his balls tightening and cock going rigid as he spills straight down your throat.

Your hands squeeze into his thighs, your mouth hollow, sucking him up and down as he rewards your work with his creamy load coating your tonsils.

Your jaw was tired, but you kept going until he turned soft in your mouth, and you still didn’t stop sucking around him.

He gently pulled you off him, too sensitive to keep going. “Angel,” he groaned, eyes rolling in his head as you showed him your tongue clean of his cum. “Get up here.” Getting up from your sitting position, you climb onto his bed.

He rid himself of all his clothes and turned to you, gently laying you back on the bed. He pulled off your shoes, your black skirt coming next, and he groaned angrily at the next layer of clothing, hindering his path. He grabbed the crotch of your panties, ripping them open, revealing your glistening hole pulsing and wet with your arousal.

Licking his lips, he spreads your legs open, laying between them, leveling his face with your wet pussy.

You spread your legs wider, and he smirked at your shamelessness. “You’re fucking dripping” he groped your thighs, kneading them as he inhaled your natural scent.

“Heeseung,” you whine shyly.

He chuckled before diving into your core. You moaned at the first lick, and from then on, it was endless, your moans loud and lewd.

His hot tongue slithered through your engorged pussy lips, his sticky saliva making you even wetter.

He was so filthy with it rubbing his pursed lips on your clit, sucking off your arousal, nose brushing your erect nub. “Hmm, that’s some good pussy” he licked his lips, going in for another taste, tongue darting in and out of your hole, licking straight from the source of your sweet nectar, his cock growing hard again from your smell and taste.

Your hands found his hair yet again, pulling and tugging as he ate you out, your face contorting in so much pleasure. His mouth was so warm, soft, and wet against your pussy. It felt so good.

“Oh my god!” You squeaked as you felt one of his thick ring-riddled fingers enter your tight cunt.

“Holy fuck, she’s so tight” he pushes his finger in knuckle deep, feeling your ridged walls hugging his finger so snugly.

You whined, your pussy fluttering around his finger uncontrollably. “Heeseung”

He flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue, adding a second finger along his first one. Your insides felt so hot and wet, he knew you’d have some good pussy, but not this fucking good.

He stretched your little walls open with his two fingers, mouth sucking on your clit desperately.

You pulled his hair so hard it felt like you were ripping it out, but he loved it, moaning into your pussy from the pleasure mixed with pain.

“Cum on my face,” he mumbled, his deep voice vibrating against your pussy.

“Heeseung,” you choked out your walls, squeezing his fingers nice and tight as you came.

“Just like that,” he mumbles to himself, rubbing your silky walls and pleasuring you through your orgasm from start to finish.

“Heeseung,” your chest heaved as you continued to moan his name, the sight between your legs down right filthy, his face drenched in your arousal as he lazily sucked and kissed your pussy, teasing you on purpose as he nipped at your core with his lips.

He shook your thighs lightly, pulling back and licking his lips.

Your taste is still fresh on his tongue.

You’re still trying to catch your breath, but he’s already reaching for his stash of condoms. Pulling one out, he tore the packet open, pulling out the rubber circle.

He placed it on his tip, his length already hard again just from eating you out. Your taste alone could probably make him cum again.

You lay breathless on his bed, just waiting for him to make his next move. Even if you just came, you still needed more to feel satisfied.

He effortlessly put the condom on and then joined you on the bed.

Hovering over you, he placed his fists beside your head, your legs automatically spreading to let him in between. He leaned down, placing a few soft kisses on your lips and chest, his cock occasionally brushing up against your pussy, the mood rising, and it takes barely anything to get either of you guys going again.

Just as his tip caught on to your hole, he was about to push in, but the loud banging on his door disrupts everything. “Fuck” he mutters in frustration, and you jump lightly from the sound.

“How much longer are you gonna fuck her? I'm hungry,” Jake whines from outside the door.

“Fuck off, just go without me!” Heeseung shouts back, clearly aggravated, and that’s enough for Jake to sulk and walk away from the door.

Heeseung sighed and gently stroked your cheek with his thumb as an apology.

You were so drunk on the idea of him fucking you you didn’t even care about his members being right next to you. Your inhibitions completely disappeared as you wrapped your arms around him, your eyes dazed out completely, and you focused on nothing but him.

You pulled him in for a kiss, your lips resting against his as you lowered your hand to his waist, pulling him in, and he wasted no more time pushing in your heat.

He clenched his jaw and breathed deeply through his nose, sheathing himself within your hot walls.

Your mouth opened, a soft breath exhaled, and you already felt so full with just half of him in you.

“Fuck” he cursed the soft look in your eyes, turning him on more than it probably should, but you just looked so fucking good, so cute and pliant for him. Your eyes were obviously full of lust, and he loved that you wanted it just as much as him.

He pushed in all the way, stilling in your heat so you could adjust but also for his sake cause he was about to lose his sanity. You were so tight and warm that even the layer of the condom wasn’t helping him much. The sensitivity was so strong. He could have cum the moment he entered you, but his willpower was too strong. He needed to fuck you and have you crying, screaming and begging for his dick.

He pulled out to the tip and then pushed right back inside, missing the warmth already. He hummed lowly, starting a steady rhythmic motion, his tip fucking in and out of you deeply.

“Oh, heeseung,” you breathed out, gripping his shoulders, your breasts sloshing from his soft yet powerful thrusts.

You whimpered quietly, taking every single last one of his inches, your lips pursed, and the way you looked at him, almost as if you were begging for more.

He gripped your thighs, pushing them up to your chest and pressing you into his mattress, his long dick hitting impossibly deep as his sweaty thighs clapped against your ass, and you’re sure everyone could hear how roughly he was fucking into you.

“Fuck!” He grunted, speeding up his thrusts, thick cock spearing into you perfectly.

You held onto his biceps as he drilled into you without abandon. “Yes!” You cried out softly. He felt so deep inside you.

“This dick feel good, Angel?” He smirked down at you, knowing you loved it by the look on your face.

You nodded your head rapidly, taking his cock deeply, loving the way you could feel him inside your guts.

“Let me hear. Tell me, is it good?” He said, panting, sweat forming on his body as the veins in his arms bulged.

“Yes, heeseung so good,” you moaned.

“Say it again,” he replied.

“Fuck yes, you fuck me so good,” you cry out, walls clenching on his cock.

“How good?” He digs in deeper, pressing your legs as close to your chest as possible, the bed creaking loudly as he slams his hips into you fucking in and out of your wet squelching hole.

“Fuck” Your eyes roll back in your head, the pleasure too much to bear, your head spinning as you mewl, your body shaking from the intensity he fucks you with. “You’re so good, fuck, keep fucking my pussy daddy!” It slipped out by accident, but luckily for you, that just drove him even more wild.

“Yeah, you love daddy’s dick?” he grunts, the vein in his forehead popping out as sweat rolls off his body and onto yours. The air in the RV is tight, stuffy, and covered with steam and the smell of sex.

“Yes, harder, Daddy. Please fuck me harder!” The bed knocked against the wall, his thrusts completely relentless, his hips on autopilot as he plowed into you over and over again, your arousal covering his base and dripping down the crease of your ass.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, speeding up his thrusts fucking you the way you’re begging for it. “I’m so deep in you, Angel.”

His cock starts to twitch inside you, and he reaches down to your clit so you can come together. “Shit!” You moan out, and within an instant, you’re clamping down hard on his dick, letting go and cumming the hardest you’ve ever come.

“You’re gonna make me cum” he gives you three more strokes, and then he comes undone into the condom, breathing heavily and collapsing on top of you, his body sore as he searches for his breath.

He buried his face in your neck, both of you too tired to move and basking in the afterglow of that amazing session.

“We got another show tomorrow,” he breathes out after a few minutes. “You coming?”

He spoke against your neck, nibbling on it softly, exhaustion evident in his voice.

“No ticket,” you mumble out, stroking his sweaty back.

“I’m your ticket” he props himself up, looking down at you with a cocky grin. “All you gotta do is show up and look pretty.”

-

So that’s exactly what you did. You showed up and looked pretty. Heeseung paid extra attention to you for obvious reasons. You can’t believe one night you’re in the crowd hoping for him to notice you, and the next, he’s staring right at you after fucking your brains out the night prior.

The show was great, just like last night. The whole thing still felt unreal, and you were having a difficult time processing everything, but you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

They played the same set list, but you still enjoyed it, singing along and vibing with the crowd. After the concert was over, you met up with heeseung in the back, just like last night. He took your hand and led you straight to the RV, taking you to his room. “How’d you like the show?” He asked, smirking as he caressed your waist, closing the door with his foot as he pushed you further into his space.

“I loved it like always,” you say, trailing your index finger down his chest. He bit his lip, letting your hands roam over his sweaty body. You slipped your hands under his shirt, feeling his lean body beneath your fingertips, your thumbs grazing his erect nipples, and his breath hitches.

You lightly pushed him onto the bed, your hands working on his jeans, opening the button with urgency. “I’ll show you how much I liked it,” you say, kneeling before him on the bed.

You pull down his pants and boxers with a seductive look in your eye. His hard dick popping out was a sight to see. It somehow looked even better than last night. You eagerly pumped it up and down your lips, attaching it to his precum-stained tip, sucking off his sweaty essence.

You hollowed your cheeks, immediately going down on him, desperate to feel his thick cock on your tongue. You’d been thinking about it all night long.

You stroked his base with your palm before taking his full length into your mouth while gently rubbing his full balls.

“Shit” he wiped his hand over his face in disbelief at how good your mouth felt around him. He felt like he was dreaming.

He laid back, putting his hands behind his head and letting you have your way with his dick.

You transition from soft, slow strokes to sucking on him like his dick is your lifeline.

You moaned on his dick, tasting his salty precum on your tongue. You only had him last night, but now you lived for the taste. It was already so addicting. “So good,” you mumbled on his shaft, slurping him up whole.

“Oh fuck” his hips bucked slightly, his cock getting buried deeper in the back of your throat. “That’s it, keep sucking me in real deep,” he groans, bucking his hips a few times before cumming in your mouth unannounced, but he couldn’t have predicted he’d cum that fast something about your mouth felt magical to him and it had him cumming in mere seconds.

You continue to suck him in as deep as possible, obliging his wish and swallowing his cum until he goes soft in your mouth. You hesitantly pull off him, wiping the corner of your lips with your thumb and sucking it clean, showing him you wouldn’t let a drop go to waste.

“Ass up face down for me,” he orders impatiently, taking off his clothes while you do the same, fumbling with your articles of clothing till they’re off and getting into position for him to fuck you.

He takes out a condom from the same drawer as last night, putting it on easily like he’s done it a million times and positioning himself behind you. “Gonna fuck this wet pussy so good” he glides his cock through your pussy lips, wetting it up.

“Please,” you beg, your hole hot, clenching, and ready for him to take you.

He moves forward on the bed aiming his cock at your hole, and he ruts in, burying himself in your tight cunt with ease. “So fucking tight for daddy, yeah?”

“Shit, yes,” Your eyes fluttered shut as you squeezed the sheets burying your face into his pillows, your walls relaxing around his cock, allowing him to sink in balls deep.

He started out rough, his strokes slow but strong, digging into the depths of your soaked pussy. “Yes,” you moaned, your sounds of pleasure muffled by his pillows as your walls sucked him in, desperately needing more.

He pulled nearly all the way out and roughly slammed back in, knocking the air from your lungs. “Oh!” You panted, your body sliding up the bed with each thrust, your hard nipples brushing against his mattress.

His soft hands pinned you down to the bed, forcing you to arch your back as deep as it could go, and that’s when you felt it, his tip bumping right against your cervix.

You laid there taking his deep back shots, and you got so wet his dick was just sliding in and out of you as you chanted yes over and over again. “Take this dick, angel. Just like that. Look at you swallowing my cock” he spanked you as his sweaty thighs kept hitting your butt with every thrust of his hips. Your pussy was so wet and creamy with each stroke your juices were splashing on his bed and staining the sheets, and the sight was to die for.

“Yes, give it to me, fill me with your cock” you cried out, giving your hole to him and letting him fuck you hard, rough, deep, and fast, just the way you needed.

“Nasty girl, you’re so shameless for my cock. You love this, don’t you?” He taunts fucking you to the hilt, nuzzling his wet tip against your cervix.

“Yes, Daddy,” you drooled on the sheets, your back arching to take more of his dick as his heavy sack slapped against your throbbing clit.

He gripped your waist tighter, holding you in place to fuck you impossibly deep.

It only took a few more precise rolls of his hips before he was groaning loudly and cumming into the condom. “Shit shit shit,” he stutters, mouth going slack in a loud, drawn-out moan.

He positioned his right hand under you, easily finding your clit to massage it until you finished, which was embarrassingly quick. “I’m cumming daddy!” His thrusts turn slow over, sensitivity taking over the both of you as he rubs your clit till your walls clamp down on him, milking him for all his creamy nut.

Collapsing down on top of you, he kisses your shoulders, nibbling at the skin and panting. “Come on tour with me,” he says out of the blue while you’re still trying to catch your bearings.

“What?” You say, confused, your brain still fuzzy and fucked out.

“You heard me.” he kisses your cheek. “Come on tour with me. Don’t think I can live without being inside you every day.”

“Hee-“

“Fuck y/n, just say yes,” he whines desperately and thrusts his hips, tiredly, already addicted to you, the faint pulsing of your walls making him grow hard inside you all over again. “Feel that what you do to me? Please say yes. I need you so bad.”

“What about the members? And we barely even know each other.” You stutter, feeling his tip rubbing at your g spot. Your words holding no real conviction.

“They won’t care. Besides, what better way to get to know you than from the inside out?” he hums, his cock twitching inside you at the implication.

You contemplated, but it didn’t take you long to agree, too smitten with him to say no. After all, it is Lee heeseung, no and his name could not be used in the same sentence when it came to you. “Y-yes”

“That’s my good fucking girl” he props himself up on his palms, sensually rolling his hips, giving you a night you won’t soon forget.

-

When you two are finally done, it’s three in the morning, and countless cum filled condoms lay on the bed with your sweaty, spent bodies.

His breath is still slightly heavy from exhaustion as he rolls to the side of the bed, reaching into his bedside nightstand and pulling out a lighter and a pre-rolled joint.

He holds it to his lips, taking a puff slowly. He exhaled as his eyes fluttered closed, pleasure filling every inch of his body.

“Didn’t know you smoked.” You cuddle close to his side, a finger trailing his sweaty pecs.

He just chuckles softly. “Do you?” You shook your head no. “We gotta change that, here.” he sits up, holding the lit joint to your lips. “Open.” You part your lips slightly with no hesitation cause of who’s asking, and he places it between them. “Now suck on it and hold for two seconds” You do as he says, and you end up choking right away, causing him to smile endearingly at your effort. “We’ll work on that.” he pats your back softly.

After a few attempts, you’re inhaling and exhaling like a pro. The feeling of being high was foreign yet enjoyable as you lay naked in his arms, cuddling. “Never knew a person could look so sexy while smoking,” he comments, and it makes you blush.

He takes a hit and then passes it to you, stroking your thigh and pulling you over his lap as he palms at your bare ass, squeezing softly. “Hee,” you exhale softly, whining from his sensual grip. You were so tired from the previous rounds, yet your pussy was still throbbing for him.

He moans lowly after hearing your soft, needy whines. “Take another hit,” he said softly, eyes hooded as he gripped your ass, grabbing two handfuls, this time kneading on it as he leaned in to suck on your left nipple.

You throw your head back, pleasure taking over you as he moves to your breasts, groping them in his large hands, his mouth moving to each nipple as you feel his cock growing hard underneath you.

You shyly began to roll your hips over his length, your pussy leaving sticky trails of arousal on his dick.

He smirks at your movements, you hold the blunt to his lips this time, and he takes it with no hesitation.

You gripped his shoulders, grinding on his hard dick. It didn’t take long for you both to want more, and you lifted up slightly, grabbing his base and guiding it to your wet hole. “Slow down, Angel, I don’t even have a condom on yet,” he chuckled at your recklessness. “You just really want my dick bad, huh? he teases you and you moan shamelessly, hips rolling in search of his dick.

You take the reins, hands reaching for the drawer with his condoms. You don’t notice what else is inside other that the condoms, and you take out a single condom, ripping it open impatiently as you lean back on his thighs, easily slipping the condom down his erect length.

He watched you as you did all the work, taking a few drags of his joint as he laid beneath you.

You repositioned yourself over him once again, aligning your dripping core with his cock, and you immediately sunk down on him, sighing in pleasure at the feeling of being so full.

You sat on his hard cock, walls throbbing around him, eyes falling shut as you took a solid moment to embrace the feeling of his thickness pressed against every inch of your wet walls.

He held your waist with his left hand running his fingers along your skin softly as you began to bounce on his cock, the pace slow at first but gradually speeding up. “You’re so fucking tight” he squeezed his fingers into your waist, huffing softly each time you came down on his length.

You whimper softly, arching your back as you rested your hands on his chest for support. “Fuck” you moaned, breathing heavily as you rode his thick cock, your legs feeling tired already cause of the feeling of being split open was so good, but you kept your pace, going up and down restlessly.

The sound of your sweaty thighs softly smacking against his, along with steam, the smell of sex and smoke filled his room. “Ride on me just like that,” he encourages, taking one more hit before setting the lit joint aside to take hold of your hips, pulling you down forcibly on his cock. “Fuck yourself on this dick angel.”

“Mmm, hee,” you whined, your legs burning and your walls clenching as his words went straight to your core. “Fuck, i love your cock so much,” you moaned, tits jumping up and down in his face as you bounced on it.

“Shit,” your words make his dick twitch inside you, and he feels like he’s not gonna last much longer. “Show me how much you love it.”

His words fuel you to go faster, slamming yourself down on his dick over and over as you clawed at his bare chest.

Your pussy creamed around the condom, a wet mess between your guy's groin area as wet squelching sounds mixed in with your lewd, broken moans.

Heeseung didn’t announce when he came, but you knew by the way his brows creased, and his abs clenched that he was close. “Bounce on it just like that” he groans out and seconds later you felt the familiar hard throbbing of his cock, and he was emptying himself out into the condom with a loud moan.

You kept bouncing on him, and he put his thumb on your overstimulated clit, circling it until you joined him seconds later, squeezing out every last ounce of cum he had left in his body. As it seeped into the condom, you wished that you could feel him cumming, inside you instead.

“Kiss Daddy,” he breathed out, and you didn’t hesitate to kiss him. He pulled you into his chest, and you both passed out seconds later with him still nestled in you.

-

You woke up in his arms the next morning, the blunt from last night completely burnt out in his ashtray, the sun peeking through the curtains blinding you.

You buried your face in his neck, hiding from the sun and inhaling his scent, which was a mixture of sweat cologne, weed and maybe a bit of what you two did last night.

With you tickling his chest, he wakes up from his slumber, gently stroking your shoulder, his eyes still closed. “Hmm,” he groans, his voice deep with sleep. “What time is it, Angel?” He mumbles, looking at the clock.

“It’s 12, baby,” you hum.

“We’re late for breakfast,” he replies groggily, eyes flicking open as he turns to you with a tired smile.

“I could always have mine here,” you joke, nibbling on his pec.

There’s a hint of a smile on his lips as he chuckles. “Come on, Angel,” he whispers, and both of you finally climb out of bed, finding whatever clothes that weren’t stained with sweat or cum.

When you left his room, it was quite awkward as you ate a late breakfast with his bandmates. He had already told them earlier in the morning when you were still asleep, you’d be going on tour with them, and needless to say, they all gave him shit about.

“You fell in love with a girl in the crowd,” Jake teased him first.

“For real, did you see him? He couldn’t keep his eyes off her the second-night dude was trying so hard not to get a boner on stage,” Jay chimed in.

“Enough,” heeseung sighed. “I didn’t fall for shit. I’m just keeping her around for the tour.”

“What?” Jake replied surprised, his eyes puppy-like and innocent.

“Just for the tour, it’s much easier than getting a new girl every night. Plus, her head game is absolute heaven,” heeseung says nonchalantly and kicks his feet up on a small table.

“Dude, that is even low for you, and that’s saying a lot,” Sunghoon said.

“If she’s stupid enough to think I want anything to do with her outside her pussy, then that’s her problem, not mine” he shrugged.

“You’re literally taking her on a tour that still has months left. If I was her, I’d be getting mixed signals too,” Jay states the obvious.

Heeseung reaches into his pocket, lighting up a joint. “Don’t care. She barely even knows me, so I doubt she’s getting mixed signals.”

“Okay, okay, interesting,” Jake hums, rubbing his chin in thought.

“What?” Heeseung asked as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

“So you don’t like her like that, right? Just using her for sex?” Jake asked to confirm.

“And?” Heeseung said, not seeing where Jake was going with this.

“Nothing, nothing,” Jake smirks to himself.

“Whatever bullshit you’re thinking of, you can fuck right off,” heeseung says immediately.

“Nah, it’s cool. It’s just if you don’t like her, I was thinking of getting a piece for myself. I wouldn’t mind some good head right now,” Jake reasons.

“No,” heeseung dismisses right away.

“Bro, why not?” Jake whines. “You don’t like her.”

“I don’t, but I also don’t like the idea of kissing lips that were on your pathetic dick,” heeseung fires back.

“Come on, bros, before hoes, right?” Jake doesn’t let it go as easily as heeseung would like, and Jay and Sunghoon sigh at their antics.

“No, and if any of you fuckers go near her, we’re gonna have serious problems,” heeseung warns.

“Possessive much,” Sunghoon eggs on, and heeseung rolls his eyes, growing tired of the conversation.

“You got it, boss,” Jake saluted. “But hey, if she comes on to me, just know I’m not saying no, especially cause she’s not even claimed that’s free game.” he shrugged.

Heeseung clenched his jaw as he got up, leaving the room where he could still hear them making remarks about you.

That was how his morning went, but hopefully, his afternoon could be spent without his bandmates irritating him.

As you all ate silently at breakfast, heeseung had his hand placed on your knee, stroking it softly while eating away like he hadn’t eaten in days, but after using all his energy on you last night, he needed it, especially for tonight’s show.

The boys gave each other knowing looks and didn’t hesitate to pick up their teasing from earlier in the morning. “So, y/n, where are you from?” Sunghoon grabs your attention as you bite into a slice of bacon.

“Here,” heeseung answers for you, nodding his head with a soft hum.

“Did you know about our group prior to the concert, or did you happen to stumble across us?” Sunghoon continues to have conversation with you.

“U-uhh, no, I’ve listened to you guys for quite a while now,” you answer shyly.

“And who’s your favorite?” You automatically lowered your head shyly, glancing at heeseung.

“All of you,” you answered, and heeseung’s hand that was on your knee paused.

“It’s okay, to be honest,” Jake chuckled, and his voice alone made you blush. His accent was so nice to hear in person.

“Yeah, we’re big boys. We can handle it,” Jay joins in.

“It’s heeseung,” you mutter bashfully, and heeseung smirks to himself at your response. He resumes stroking your kneecap with his thumb.

“Ahh the bad boy” sunghoon says. “Wouldn’t get too close if I were you.”

Heeseung discreetly glared at Sunghoon, sensing exactly where this was going.

You looked at Sunghoon, wondering what he meant by that, but heeseung quickly interjected before you could ask questions. “Okay, it’s time to go over our lines.” heeseung makes up an excuse to get Sunghoon to shut his mouth before he says too much.

“For what? It’s the same set list as last night,” Sunghoon mumbles, taking a drink of juice, the other two noticing the obvious tension.

“Can we talk outside for a moment?” Heeseung excused himself from the table, and Sunghoon followed him, offering you a kind smile.

“The fuck is your problem?” Heeseung asked once out of earshot.

“What are you even talking about?” Sunghoon crossed his arms over his chest, annoyance written in his stance

“What were you about to tell her?” Heeseung demanded.

“Nothing, just the truth. Are we done?” Sunghoon replied, tired of the conversation before it even began.

“No, sunghoon, we’re not done back the fuck off, alright? She’s grown. She can fend for herself and make her own decisions.”

“Why? Scared she won’t stick around when she finds out you fuck anything with a pussy, that you don’t do shit other than smoke, drink, and black out?”

“That’s none of your fucking business, and neither is it hers” heeseung angrily walked past Sunghoon, intentionally bumping his shoulder on the way out.

When they came back, you and the guys were all having a full-blown conversation, smiling and talking with them, learning a little about their off-stage personalities, and now being around them wasn’t half as awkward.

“I’m gonna go shower, okay?” Heeseung whispered to you, kissing you on the cheek. “You can join me if you want.” he licked the shell of your ear teasingly while the guys talked amongst themselves, and you’re thankful they didn’t see just how flustered heeseung’s action made you.

It didn’t take long for you to finish breakfast and politely excuse yourself, following heeseung to the shower, where he was already inside naked, letting the water cascade down his perfect body. “You made it,” he says with a tired smile once you join him inside.

“Yeah,” you whisper, looking up at him, your hands finding their rightful place on his pecs.

His hands naturally roam your lower half squeezing your ass as he bends down to press a kiss to your lips.

He reached down, grabbed his soap, and lathered it on his hands before covering your body in the sudsy foam hands roaming your body but mainly focusing on your ass and breasts, fondling them softly.

You felt his hard cock pressing into you, and you moaned softly. “Heeseung,” he grins, knowing the effect his touch leaves on your body.

“Turn around for me,” he whispered. After cleaning your body, you do as he says, feeling his cock nudged against your ass.

He moves the two of you out of the water stream, pushing you against the wall, your cheek resting on the cold tile, palms pressed into the wall to brace yourself.

He bends down, littering the side of your neck with kisses, hands fondling your breasts as he ruts his cock against your ass.

Your eyes fall shut, mouth parting to let out soft moans as your core begins to pulse with heat.

His hands trail down to your hips, maneuvering your body in the perfect arch.

His hips pressed flush against your ass, his cock slotted between your upper thighs as your arousal stained his hardened cock.

You can’t help but back up against him, eager to feel him inside you.

Smirking at your movement, he pulls his hips back, palm sliding from your right hip to your core, where he inserts two of his thick fingers, taking your breath away.

Your walls clench down on him, immediately welcoming the stretch and the pleasuring glide of his skilled fingers.

“Hmm, yes,” you moan softly, aware of his members being just a few feet away from the two of you.

He opens you nicely as his left-hand drops between your legs to play with your clit.

Your legs nearly give out, but you brace yourself against the wall using your last bits of strength and sanity to hold yourself up, and you can’t believe just his fingers made you this weak.

He bites his lips speeding up the pace of his fingers inside you and on your clit, loving the sound of your wetness. It was so loud it overpowered the sound of the water hitting the shower floor, and he didn’t know what was wetter, the shower or you, as your arousal dripped down his wrist.

Your walls flutter around his fingers, and you let out endless soft moans as the pads of his fingers hit that spot over and over again. “Ah ahh hee, I’m cumming” You mewl, back arching as you squeeze around his fingers tightly, letting the pleasure take over your body.

A relieved smile takes over your features, and your eyes shut in pure bliss as he caresses your walls through your orgasm.

Before you could fully recover from that beautiful orgasm, his fingers slipped out of you, and you were immediately stuffed with his cock. He slowly pushed all the way in with one thrust, his thickness filling you up completely. “Fuckkk,” you cried out, legs shaking in pleasure.

His pace was fast from the start, the loud clap of your wet bodies colliding when he bottomed out, echoing against the tiled walls.

“Hmm, mm,” you moaned with each stroke, your sounds of pleasure never ceasing cause every time he entered, you felt better than the last.

Placing a hand on your lower back, he arches you further, allowing his dick to penetrate your deepest parts.

He grabs your hair with his other hand, tangling it in his palm, exposing your neck so he can lean in and place kisses there.

He fucks into you faster, watching the recoil of your ass every time he slams his thick cock into you, the sight turning him on even more. “Fuck” he groans, breathing deeply through his nose, listening to the sounds of your wet pussy taking his dick.

He can’t help but go rougher with each rut of his hips, making you lose balance. You stumble forward, not prepared for his tip kissing against your cervix. “Taking it so good.” he goes even harder till you’re up against the wall with no choice but to take everything he has to give you, your wet breasts smushed against the walls as he drills into your heat continuously.

Your moans are far louder than they were before, but you can’t help it. It just feels too good. You back your ass up on him, meeting his thrusts, desperately trying to feel all of his cock as you fuck back on him. “Yeah, Angel, that’s it, fuck yourself on daddy’s dick.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you cry out, using all your strength and your desire for the man behind you to press yourself flush against his abdomen fucking yourself on his long thick cock.

His grip tightened in your hair, his right hand going to your clit in circles as he overpowers you, thrusting into you so hard and deep that you can’t keep up; you succumb to the pleasure of taking everything he’s giving you. “Fuck, feels so fucking good” he throws his head back, the warm water from the shower doing little to help the chill running down his spine.

His tip slides in so smoothly, your ridged walls bringing him so much pleasure that he can’t help but cum. He leans forward, wet chest pressed against your back as he moans in your ear. “Cum on this dick, angel” That’s all it takes for you to cream around him. Your body shaking violently, he releases your hair, holding you up by your throat instead, using just enough pressure to bring you unexplainable amounts of pleasure. Your tongue falls out, eyes rolling back in your head, your pussy still begging and aching for his cock.

“More,” you choke out, your oxygen being cut off from his firm grip mixed with steam in the shower.

You reach your hand back, holding onto his waist for some kind of support as he pounds in from behind.

He feels your walls still clenching tightly despite your first orgasm, and he holds off from cumming, making you cum again with the gentle circles he applied to your sensitive clit.

Your legs gave out, and if it wasn’t for him holding you by your throat, you would have collapsed. Your knees gave in, your body trembling, your voice shaking as you let the pleasure consume your body. “Cream on daddy’s dick, angel, just like that,” he murmurs voice low in your ear, hot breath fanning against your skin as he leaves wet open, mouth kisses on your neck and back.

He holds you still, quickly pulling out and jerking his cock. “Daddy’s gonna cum” he groans, spilling his thick creamy cum all over your lower back and ass. “Fuck” he grits through his teeth, stroking his thick cock till his balls are empty and you’re stained in his messy release.

Running a finger through his wet hair, he huffs out a heavy breath leaning back to admire how you look, all wrecked, bent over, and covered in his cum.

He chuckles softly, kissing the center of your back and playfully biting on your shoulder before turning you around to face him. “You liked that a lot, huh?” He teases, looking at your fucked out expression, and all you can do is nod, too overcome with pleasure to properly respond.

He brought you to his chest, standing you up straight as he caressed your body. “I'm addicted to you, Angel,” he hummed against your skin, and you relaxed against him, panting softly. “You know that right?” He grins.

You giggled shyly at his words, feeling giddy and warm as he held you close, washing your body clean of his release.

After the steamy session in the shower, you both got ready, sharing the small sink to brush your teeth together.

When you were done, you exited the bathroom together in nothing but your towel, him following closely after you.

He spanked your bottom, and you giggled, speeding up to escape him. He grinned and chased after you through the living room, blocking the TV screen where Jay and Jake were gaming and shouting about you guys being in the way. Heeseung was giggling while holding his towel around his waist until you guys reached his bedroom, and finally, you had nowhere to run. “Caught you,” he said, out of breath, and held you against him, breathing heavily from chasing you.

With his face so close, your giggles died down in your throat, and he eyed your face, the sunlight poking through the curtains magnifying your beauty, and he couldn’t help but notice how pretty you looked in the natural sunlight freshly out of the shower.

His gaze was so intense it took your breath away as you got lost in it. “You caught me,” you whispered, warm breath fanning his face.

He closed whatever distance was between you two, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He pulled away, eyes fluttering open as he smiled brightly at you. “Let’s get dressed and go to the store. Gotta get you tour ready.”

-

By the time you and heeseung left the store, it was nightfall, and the concert was about to start. Within an hour, you watched from the sidelines backstage with the band.

It was cool seeing the process and the behind-the-scenes work.

It’s still crazy to think not even a week ago, you’d do just about anything to have this opportunity, and somehow, you’re lucky enough to be here right now. A part of you still couldn’t believe it.

You used to watch them on your computer from your bed, and now you’re fucking the lead singer and getting to attend every concert.

Heeseung noticed you, thinking you were adorable. As you watched them setting up, he walked over to you with a flirty smile on his lips. “Your eyes on me only, please” he teased.

“All I see is you,” you replied, arms encircling his neck as you stood on your tiptoes to peck his lips. “Can’t wait to see you perform.”

“Can’t wait to perform for you,” he smiles, kissing you back, getting a little too lost in the moment, his hands groping your ass as you moan into his mouth, letting his tongue explore you.

“Save it for after the show,” Jay says in protest, watching you guys going at it like teenagers.

Heeseung smirked against your lips, pulling you into him even closer as his bandmates grumbled in the background.

When you needed a breather, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Heeseung!” Jake scolded. “We’re on in one minute.”

“Can’t wait to fuck you after the show” he kissed your lips one last time and headed onto the stage, leaving you a flustered mess.

When you caught your bearings, you quickly went through the front, checking in like normal, except your seat was closest to the stage, a spot reserved for family and friends. You sat down in your spot and waited for the show to start, which was fairly soon since heeseung had taken up all the time to make out with you.

You were enjoying the show like the previous nights, well, for the most part, but when the final song came on, and heeseung was doing his signature move, you couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy that bubbled in your chest cause why was he smiling at other girls and doing it for them and not you?

You knew it was an overreaction on your part, but still, the feeling lingered as girls screamed over him, and he entertained it, too, grabbing their hands and blowing them kisses like you were not even there. Not once did he do any of that with you.

But you remember it’s only fan service.

The show ended, and you went out back to the RV, waiting for them to do their fan meeting. In the back, your mood now completely ruined.

Obviously, you didn’t go cause you knew them personally, so there was really no point, besides you wanted to give yourself a moment to calm down and think rationally because you were feeling jealous for no reason.

You waited for them, scrolling on your phone to pass the time, and still, you couldn’t shake that jealous feeling inside your chest.

When it was over, the first thing heeseung did was find you at the back of the RV on his bed. “Hey, angel,” he smiled tiredly at you, his body still soaked in sweat as he opened his arms for a hug.

You embraced him, feeling the heat still radiating off his body as he engulfed you. “You only watched me, right?” He chuckled, leaning back to admire your beautiful face.

You didn’t say anything, only giving him a small smile as you nodded your head.

It was undeniable that there was indifference on your face, and he didn’t hesitate to question you about it. “What’s wrong, Angel?” He asks tenderly, thumb swiping a small piece of hair away from your face.

“It’s nothing,” you assure him, patting his back, but he’s still not convinced.

“Come on, tell daddy what’s wrong, sugar.” he tilts your chin up, pecking your lips briefly.

“It’s just…” you hesitate.

“Here,” he says, placing his hand on your lower back and climbing into bed with you.

You cuddled up next to him, nervously playing with your hands. “Talk to me.” he placed his hand on your knee, stroking it softly.

“It’s stupid, but it’s just the way you looked at those girls in the crowd.” You feel embarrassed as soon as the words leave your lips, but it’s true, and you aren’t going to lie to him, no matter how embarrassing it is.

A smile tugs at his lips, already knowing what you’re getting at, and he’d be lying if he said that wasn’t his intention. He just wanted to see how much of an effect it’d have on you, and your reaction just boosted his ego. “Angel, it’s all for show. They mean nothing. Besides, why would I waste time on them when I can come backstage to this?” he slides his hand up your thigh, opening your legs slightly and slipping his hand up your skirt, cupping your heat. You gasp, eyes widening in surprise, the insecure thoughts from earlier disappearing in your mind within a second. “Was thinking bout this pussy the whole time,” he leans in, his forehead resting against yours as he thumbs at your clit a little. “Don’t worry, that pretty little head, okay angel?”

Your breathing was heavy, your face hot as he added slight pressure to your clit, stroking it up and down through the material of your underwear. “Hee,” you breathed out weakly, holding his wrist as your eyes closed softly, body easily caving to the pleasure.

“Gonna let daddy satisfy this pussy, hmm?” His middle finger presses against your covered hole teasingly. “Know you want it, Angel. Saw the way you kept looking at me on stage, the look in your eyes practically begging me to fuck you just like the first night I saw you.”

“Hmph,” your eyes roll back in your head as you nod, a soft knot forming on your forehead.

“Hmmm,” he grins softly. “Lay back for me.”

Your body melts into his mattress, and he lays between your legs, hands flipping up the bottom of your skirt, revealing your covered core.

He presses his face right against your cunt, inhaling your scent deeply, eyes closed as his tongue falls out, licking a wet stripe up your pussy.

You whimper, breath already heavy as you feel his warm spit seeping through your panties and wetting your already damp pussy lips.

He sucks your clit through the fabric, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your thighs as his cock grows beneath his jeans.

He slips your panties to the side, unveiling your pretty little pussy. Licking his lips at the sight, he swiped his tongue along your entrance, the tip poking in and out of your wet hole.

Groaning at the taste of you, he purses his lips, rubbing them along your swollen cunt, head, tilting to the side to make out with your pussy, his tongue flicking inside your hole, exploring you with it and embedding the warmth and feeling of you on his tastebuds.

“Heeseung,” a breathless moan escapes your lips, your body hot with pleasure as he gives your clit some love and attention.

He softly licks on the sensitive bud before pulling it between his soft pink lips.

He pulls away, savoring your juices, eyes closed, as he licks his lips like he’s trying to memorize your taste.

He pushes his face right against your pussy buried between your thighs, his mouth pleasuring every inch of your pussy as he licks you like he’s absolutely in love with your exquisite taste.

Your breath grows heavier while you bury your hands in his damp hair, and that’s when he pumps two thick fingers in your hole, turning you into a complete mess.

Your body reacts to his touch, walls clenching, clit pulsating with arousal as the sound of his wet mouth slurping on your pussy fills your ears.

He hums in satisfaction, curling his fingers up smoothly, flicking the spot he knows makes your knees buckle and your legs shake. “Yes, Daddy,” you whine, eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of him devouring your cunt.

Kneading your left thigh, he continues stroking your pussy with his fingers and sucking your clit precisely till you’re moaning out loudly seconds from your orgasm.

With one final suck, you let go, clamping down violently on his fingers, soaking them in even more of your juices. “Fuck heeseung shit,” you mewl softly.

“Tastes like heaven,” he murmurs, the soft vibrations of his deep voice making you jolt softly, back arching off the bed as you let the pleasure wash over you. “Now let me show you what I was thinking about all night.”

He stands up, ridding himself of each article of clothing, throwing the damp clothes onto the floor somewhere.

His focus soon turns to you, and he impatiently undresses you, his hands yanking down your skirt and panties.

You sit up briefly, allowing him to slip your top over your head, and within the blink of an eye, your bra is unclasped, leaving you completely naked while your clothes join his pile on the floor.

Like every other night the two of you have fucked, he reaches into his drawer, condom packets in hand, along with something else that he sets aside for now before returning to you on the bed.

“On your stomach,” he doesn’t need to tell you twice. It’s automatic at this point. Whatever he says, you do, no questions asked, cause you know whatever he does to you, you’ll love it cause you’re absolutely infatuated with him.

You hear a sharp pop sound but think nothing of it until you feel a warm gel-like sensation between your ass, and before you can question it, you feel his index finger slipping into your ass, gliding in easily with the help of what you come to realize was lube.

“Mhmp,” you gripped his sheets, a whimper leaving your throat as you felt him sink his finger inside you knuckle deep.

“Feels so tight” he straddles your lower half, and you reach your hands behind you pulling your ass cheeks apart and giving him free rein over your body as he fingers your tight rim.

It felt unlike something you’ve ever felt before, but it was so good it had your toes curling.

He made sure you were nice and warmed up, adding in finger after finger till you were well adjusted and taking him with ease. Your body was writhing on the bed. The friction from the sheets against your clit caused your hole to leak immensely, a puddle of arousal between your thighs.

You were moaning softly, coming to love the feeling of something deeply penetrating your ass. His thick fingers prepped you so well.

He grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing more into his hand, covering his whole shaft from base to tip, groaning softly as he stroked his aroused length. “Gonna let daddy fuck this nice little ass, hmm?”

“Yes, Daddy, please fuck my ass,” you begged shamelessly, but how could you not? The idea of him filling another one of your holes was far too arousing to resist.

He pulls out his fingers, watching your rim twitch with anticipation. He holds the bottle above your hole, squeezing some more lube on and smearing it over your hole with the head of his cock. “Fuck” he curses under his breath. Just the idea of being inside your ass, turning him on.

Pressing his tip on your hole, he slowly sinks in, disappearing inch by inch. The feeling makes you wince. It was unusual but good, really good, as he pushed in deeper, and you felt so full, his thick cock plugging you up completely.

“So fucking tight for me” he moves your hands so he can massage your ass while he stays nestled in you, letting you adjust.

“Ahh,” you moan when he pulls back, feeling his tip sliding in and out of you.

“Like the way daddy feels in that ass, angel?” He bites his lip, hands spreading your cheeks open, watching you sucking him back in every time he pulls out slightly.

“Yes,” you breathe out, relaxing completely and welcoming him inside you.

He drags his hips back just the tip inside before sinking in slowly again. “Fuckkkk me, Angel,” he throws his head back, eyes shut, as he swallows hard, rocking his hips into you, fucking your tight ass.

You lay there taking it, your lower half feeling numb but so good.

You never imagined that his dick would feel so good in your ass, but now that you’ve felt him like this, you think you might already be addicted, and you never wanted him to pull out. “Fuck my ass, hee,” you cry weakly, taking his dick to the hilt.

“Yeah? Like that, huh? Taking my dick up your tight little ass, right angel?”

You moan in response, and that gives him all the confirmation to keep going fucking your ass without a care in the world.

He drops his head down to watch his cock disappear in your ass. Your hole stretched open to take his thick veiny length. “Want daddy to cum in your ass? Claim this tight little hole.”

“Hmm, mm yes, d-daddy, please.”

“Mhh yeah, such a slut for daddy’s cock and cum aren’t you, angel?” You nodded frantically, your hole squeezing around his cock, begging for his cum.

He grabs your wrist holding your arms back, using you for leverage to slam his cock deep in your ass. His hot sweaty skin slams against yours, the loud sound echoing in his room as you scream out in pleasure. “Fuck yeah, scream for this dick,” he moans, sweat leaking from his forehead as he drills into you. “Gonna cum in your ass, angel,” he grunts, stilling inside you, his tired hips bucking while releasing your arms and falling on top of you, panting heavily as his cum shoots deep inside your ass. “God fuck” he breathes out, nuzzling into your neck, hips thrusting incessantly as he fills you with every last drop, his body trembling in pleasure.

It takes you both a moment to even move your bodies, feeling paralyzed from the pleasure.

He kisses your neck and pulls out his soft dick. Some minutes later, his milky white cum escapes your hole and drips down between your thighs onto the sheets.

You turn over on your back, covered in sweat, breathing heavily, the feeling of his cock inside your ass still lingering as you clench around nothing.

You stare up at the ceiling, not really able to pay attention to your surroundings after being fucked utterly senseless.

Heeseung grabbed the condom packet from earlier, tearing it open and sliding it down his hard length. He was insatiable. Something about your body had his body reacting in ways it hadn’t before. He was already hard again in seconds.

He takes place between your legs, grabbing your thighs and positioning them around his thin waist.

He smirks at the look of shock on your face as he aligns himself with your hole.

You looked between your legs, watching as he slowly pushed his tip in. “Hee-heeseung,” you gripped his biceps, holding on for dear life as he entered you, pausing to lean in and give you a kiss.

“Need you so fucking bad,” he whines, veins bulging in his neck as he bottoms out, every muscle in his body sore he should rest, but he can’t help himself. His cock betrays him as it goes impossibly hard inside you, twitching and begging for another release.

“Then take me,” you say hoarsely, watching him fall apart above you, his sweat leaking down onto your body as his mouth falls open in a silent moan while he slowly fucks into you. “Take my fucking pussy, Daddy. It’s all yours,” you moan, squeezing your breasts and toying with your nipples.

“Fuck” he moans impatiently, snapping his hips as if he’s jealous of your hands. He moves them out of the way, trading places so he can fondle your breasts and tweak your hardened nipples instead. “So soft.” he squeezed your mounds, rolling his hips sensually, his tip filling you up entirely.

Your hands roam his sweaty abdomen until you reach his chest, thumbs circling his nipples, and he feels himself losing it. It was all too much for him to withstand. His cock was already so sensitive from cumming prior, and he couldn’t stop himself.

Knowing he wasn’t far off, he left your breasts to play with your clit rubbing it up and down harshly. “Cum on daddy’s dick, angel, Please, need to feel you,” his voice comes out soft and pleading. “Cum with me, please,” he begs.

The sound of his moans mixed with the feeling of his body on top of yours and his cock reaching that special spot had you easily coming undone, walls spasming around his condom-covered shaft. “H-heeseung,” you huffed out. It felt like an out-of-body experience, and all you felt was pleasure riddled all over your body.

“Fuck yes, just like that, keep squeezing my dick, angel” he cums inside the condom hard, spurt after spurt shot out, and he so badly wanted to cum in your pussy instead.

He rests on top of you, both your bodies drenched in sweat and exhausted out of your minds.

As you both lay there panting, he pulls out of you with a gentle hiss, his cock softening as he peels the condom off his sensitive length.

He’s shocked to see the amount of semen filling up nearly half the condom, and he’s surprised it didn’t overflow. He can’t remember a time he’s ever cum that much.

Tossing the used latex aside, he hovers over your body, and before he can even think about moving to take a shower, your arms are reaching for him. He gives In immediately, body too tired to say no.

He held you in his arms, and neither of you said a word, but nothing needed to be said after that heated moment, and just minutes later, you both drifted off to sleep.

-

You woke up next to a naked heeseung laying on his back as you lightly trailed his chest with your fingertips.

You see him smile before opening his eyes, his groggy morning voice getting you. “Hey, angel”

“Hey, hee,” you cuddle up closer to him, and he wraps an arm around you.

“My angel sleep well?” He clears his voice gently as he opens his eyes, looking down at you from the corner of his eye.

You nodded shyly, resting your head on his chest.

“Daddy knows how to put his angel to sleep,” he teases, referring to last night, you hid your head in the crook of his neck, shy at the mention of last night. “You took me so well, Angel. Didn’t know you had all that in you.” he goes on further, teasing you for the fun of it. “Just thinking about it is making me hard.”

From his praise, you gained a surge of confidence, your hand slyly lowering to between his legs. “Yeah?” You bit your lip softly, your eyebrow slightly raised.

“Ooh shit,” he chuckles lightly as you slowly stroke his dick under the sheets. “Yeah, really.” he turns on his side, cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss on your lips before leaning up.

You smiled at him, kissing along his chest while pumping his cock. “Get on your knees and suck it.”

You obey his order, getting out of bed and getting on your knees right away.

He sits up, legs spread out, and you busy your hands on his dick, both of them working up and down his shaft while he reaches into his drawer, grabbing the supplies to roll his blunt for the morning.

You occupy yourself with his dick enveloping him in your mouth, savoring the taste of his cock on your tongue as you lap at his wet slit.

His eyes are drowsy, hooded with sleep and arousal as he packs the paper with ground-up weed. “Keep sucking it like that, Angel,” he sighs, watching himself disappear in your warm wet mouth, running a hand through his messy hair.

His abs tense, toes curling at the sensation when he feels close. He holds your cheek, keeping you still. “Lick it for me, Angel.” he holds the paper to your mouth, letting you wet the it so he can seal his blunt. “There you go, lick it the same way you lick my cock” he bites his lips, enjoying the sight of your wet tongue swiping along the paper. “Good,” he cooed, stroking your cheek. “Now suck” he holds the blunt to your lips, lighting it up and letting you take the first hit.

When you exhale, he guides your head back to his dick, and you open up, taking his hard length in your mouth again, slurping him up.

He shudders when the blunt hit his lips, the feeling of your saliva coming in contact with his lips making his eyes roll and his thighs twitch as he inhales deeply, his head falling backward as he indulges in his two favorite things: sex and drugs.

He puts his hand on the back of your head, bobbing your mouth up and down on him, saliva spilling down to his balls as he makes you deepthroat him and gag on his tip.

His muscles convulse as you tighten on his sensitive tip. “Fuck, angel, your mouth is heaven,” he groans, hips bucking lightly to stroke the back of your throat.

He takes another hit holding in the smoke and pushing his cock as deep down your throat as you can take it.

You squeeze his thighs, eyes watering as you choke on his thick cock.

A glob of wetness drips from your hole, loving the feeling of his heavy cock on the back of your tongue.

Despite gagging on his length multiple times, you don't stop and instead pick up the pace, his tip hitting your tonsils over and over again.

“Hah fuck” he sighs, watching you take it deep. “Just like that, keep gagging on your daddy’s big dick” he exhales the smoke in his mouth, his high approaching while he gets high from each puff. “You like that?” He bends down slightly, his voice much softer and sweeter than the actions you’re performing between his legs.

You nod your head, mouth never leaving his dick as you continue sucking him off. “Yeah, angel? You like choking on me?”

You moan on his cock, eyes rolling in the back of your head, and to see you enjoying it as much as him, if not more, only satisfied him tenfold. “You want daddy’s cum angel? Gonna swallow me?” He whispered.

Another moan erupts from the back of your throat, the idea of tasting him making excitement rise in your body. “Yes, Daddy, give me your cum want it so bad” You pull off his cock just long enough to beg him for his release, and you’re back to sucking him, slobbering all over his cock eagerly.

“Fuck angel, take your daddy’s cum and swallow like a good little fucking girl,” he groans, releasing strongly down your throat, hot thick spurts of cum spilling on your tongue as you swallow him greedily.

You moan nonstop, savoring his taste. “Shit shit,” he whispered, his body stuttering as he cums even harder than last night.

His blunt twitches between his fingers as he emptied into your mouth, his balls tightening with every drop. “Fuckkkkkkk,” he sighs, whimpering softly, his heavy panting filling up the RV. “Oh my god,” he falls back on the mattress, completely spent.

You lick him all the way from his balls to tip, sucking him off till he goes completely soft, and even then, it’s hard for you to pull away, and you think you’re addicted to sucking his cock. He was just so perfect, and he tasted so good you’d spend all day between his legs if he’d let you.

You stand up and straddle his waist on the bed, your wet pussy hovering over his soft cock as you lean down and kiss his lips.

He hums, exhausted, still catching his breath.

You take the blunt from between his fingers before it can burn into the sheets and take another hit. “Just what I needed to start my day.” he lazily places his arm on your lower back, holding you gently.

You smiled, holding the blunt to his lips, slowly grinding down on him, but he held you still. “I can’t, angel. We gotta get ready for tonight,” he tells a white lie and flips you over on your back, laying you back in bed.

“Just a quickie,” you pout, arms wrapping around his neck.

“I can’t.” he props himself up, headed to take a shower.

“Please?” You whine, arms reaching out for him.

“I already told you I can’t,” he replied, growing frustrated within a matter of seconds. “Just do it yourself,” he says, not paying attention to you. “I’ll fuck you good after you already know that” he walks over to you, stroking your cheek. “Okay, angel, just be ready for me.”

“Okay,” you sigh disappointedly, but you knew he was busy, and you didn’t want to interfere with his work. “Can I join you?”

“Yeah, come on, Angel.” he takes your hand, leading you to the shower with him, and you both lazily wash each other's bodies, your energy on E from all your sessions with him.

You share a few kisses in between, taking turns washing each other's hair until you’re both clean. After your shower with him, you both get ready for the night, and he is off to do rehearsals.

At least that’s what he told you.

“I wanna come to rehearsals,” you hugged him, swaying him back and forth affectionately.

“I know, Angel” he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it. “But just rest, okay? We’ve been on the road a lot, and I just think it’s best for you, yeah?”

“But,” he put his finger up to your mouth to shush you.

“No, buts angel, just rest up, and I’ll be back soon enough. Save all your energy for me tonight.” he kissed your forehead gently and left without another word.

Not only did heeseung do rehearsals, but he also went to a club.

Alone.

Leaving you all by yourself for hours on end with no contact.

You: Baby, when are you coming back?

You texted him and got no answer. After an hour, you tried to get ahold of him again, but still no answer.

You decided to call Sunghoon since he’d given you his number, and luckily, he picked up, updating you on what was going on. “Hey, I was wondering if you’d give the phone to heeseung. He’s not answering,” you bit on your nail nervously.

“Heeseung? I’m not with him right now, but I’ll let him know you called,” Sunghoon answers.

“But I thought you guys had rehearsals?” You reply.

“Rehearsals? We already did that yesterday. Me and the guys went out to eat. We haven’t seen heeseung all day.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Wait, so you haven’t seen him at all either?” Sunghoon questioned.

“No, not since earlier this morning, he said he had rehearsals.”

It was silent on the line for a moment before Sunghoon spoke, and he had a bad feeling in his stomach. “Okay, I’ll call him and let you know if he answers.”

“Okay, bye, thanks, sunghoon.” You hang up, and that information does nothing to soothe your nerves cause now heeseung lied to you.

You wonder why.

Unbeknownst to anyone, he had stopped at a club in the area he was familiar with. He had connections with a lot of people in town, and he was so excited to know that the band would be touring in his hometown. The first spot he thought of was the little club he used to frequent in his high school days.

He met up with an old group he used to buy from, and the rest was history.

With a pit in your stomach, you continued to scroll on your phone to pass the time while waiting for heeseung. The guys had come home around an hour ago and headed to bed early, not thinking much of his absence, but you stayed up waiting for heeseung, and when he finally arrived, you engulfed him in a hug, happy that he was back and slightly worried about him for being out so late. “Missed me, angel?” He chuckles cockily.

“Yes, you were gone all day,” you pout.

Your nose scrunched after smelling perfume on him, and a wave of panic and jealousy came flooding in. “What’s that smell?”

“What smell?” He asks curiously.

“It’s just it smells like perfume,” you mutter, trying to keep your negative feelings at bay.

“Oh, don’t sweat it, baby. There were a lot of people there, so…” he trails off, trying to kiss you again.

“A lot of people where?” You ask.

He breathes out through his nose, eyes flicking back and forth to quickly come up with another lie. “Uhh, at rehearsals.”

“But I called Sunghoon, and he said you had rehearsed yesterday,” You push for answers.

“Oh yeah, the band did, but I have different rehearsals for vocals.” The way the lies fall from his lips doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

You nodded your head in understanding, but you still didn’t feel quite right. You were probably just overthinking things. “You must be tired.” You caressed his shoulders gently.

“Not too tired for you, told you I’d fuck you good didn’t I angel?” He smirks, backing you toward the bed.

“You did,” you smile, hands slipping into his black leather jacket and slipping it off his wide shoulders, leaving him in his blue jeans and a white tank top.

“So lay back for me, Angel. Close your eyes and enjoy it.” he lays you flat on the bed, dropping down to his knees, hands slowly spreading your legs open. “I missed your pussy so fucking much,” he whispers, peppering soft kisses along your thighs, serving as an appetizer before the main course. “Just wanna be inside you all day,” he groans like the fact he can’t be hurt him. “Need to taste you all the time.”

Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying his soft kisses just like he told you to, your breath hitches as he rolls up your skirt, revealing your panties, the white and lavender pair he bought for you when he took you to the mall.

His cock twitches involuntarily, and he presses his face against your crotch, inhaling the alluring scent of your arousal. “Oh fuck” he whispers, palming over his bulge, lightly impatient to feel your tightness around him.

He places gentle eager kisses over your clothed pussy nipping at your clit through the fabric. “Hee-“

His eyes fall shut, hands kneading your thighs as he sticks out his tongue, teasing you through the material, dampening it with his saliva.

You grip the sheets, biting on your lip. You feel his cold fingers slip your panties to the side, his warm breath replacing the coolness of his fingers.

His lips press softly against your core. Your body shudders in sensitivity, his warm lips kissing your vulva.

Sticking out his tongue, he flicks your engorged bud, and you whimper, brows creasing from the feeling of his tongue.

He laps at your hole, gathering your sweet slick on his tongue and savoring your taste. “Hmm, tastes like heaven,” he hums against your heat, tongue licking up and down.

He slides his left hand up your thigh, finger prodding at your hole. He swiped his finger along your opening, collecting your wetness on his finger and slipping it inside.

You clenched down on his finger immediately, and he started pumping it in and out, his thick finger working you open.

Your hands left the sheets to grip his black hair, tugging it lightly.

He groans from the slight sting, adding another finger just to feel you grip his hair tighter, pleasure mixing with the pain, a feeling he was used to.

He stretched your walls open with the thickness of his fingers fucking into your hole and licking your clit.

“Hee, I-“ he fastens the pace of his tongue, his fingers steadily moving into you, curling up and rubbing your sweet spot.

Your body shook, thighs trembling until you felt it, but it was more intense than before. Your mouth parted, eyes squeezing shut as you gave in, focusing on the feeling of his tongue on your sensitive clit and his thick fingers fucking your hole.

For the first time, you squirted, and it felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You couldn’t worry about the wetness soaking him, too lost in pleasure, gripping his hair as pleasure surged through you so intensely, only a faint ringing in your ears as you lay limp on the bed panting.

“Oh fuckkkkk,” you whine, back arching off the bed as you grind on his fingers, hips rolling in a circle, getting the absolute most of your orgasm.

“Just like that, squirt on your Daddy’s face,” he says, voice filled with pure delight as he drinks from you, swallowing it down like he’d die of thirst if he didn’t catch every last drop. “Love this fucking pussy so damn much,” he groans, eyes rolling back in his head, tongue tirelessly licking at your hole, begging for more.

He slowly caressed your walls, his fingers slipping out along with more of your wetness.

He latched his mouth onto your hole, sucking out everything your body had to give him.

Finally pulling away, he nudged your clit with the tip of his nose, inhaling you one last time.

He leans back on his knees, admiring your blissed-out state with a smirk on his face.

You’re heaving eyes barely open, soft pants falling from your bitten lips. You watch as he stands between your legs, the bulge in his jeans evident, and even though you have already come, your walls clamp down around nothing, begging to be filled by him.

He rubs over the thick bulge in his pants, biting on his lip. “Open up for Daddy.” he pulls his zipper down, opening the button on his jeans while you spread your legs wider. “That’s my angel,” he breathes out, lowering his jeans around his waist, then his boxers unveiling his cock.

You’ve seen him many times before, but it only got better with time, his pretty cock leaking precum, his full balls waiting to be emptied. The sight alone had your heart racing and your pussy dripping.

He placed his hands on your inner thighs, stroking the soft flesh. “Such a pretty pussy” he positioned his shaft between your swollen pussy lips, gliding it back and forth, covering his dick in your arousal.

You whimper softly, the sensitivity almost too much for you to handle, but your body welcomes him and craves him like you were meant to be pleasured by his cock till you couldn’t take it anymore.

He rolls his hips, his tip catching on your clit just right. “F-fuck” he smirks, pursing his lips, watching his dick getting drenched in copious amounts of your leak.

“Look at it, baby” he motions his head between your legs, and you lift your head, eyeing his girthy cock rubbing your pussy.

Your eyes grow lidded, filled with arousal, as you spot the dot of precum on his tip. “So big,” you whimper.

“Yeah? Daddy’s big?” You nodded your head, eyes focused on his cock. “You like that, huh?”

“Yes,” you swallowed dryly. “Want you to fuck me with your big cock, Daddy, please” You look at him in the eyes, hips bucking up in need of his cock.

“It’s hard not to fuck you when you talk to me like that.”He withdrew his hips, aligning himself with your hole, easily pushing inside you, burying his length to the depths of your pussy with one thrust.

Your mouth parted in a silent moan, eyes going back to your head as your walls clenched around him. “Maybe I’ll talk to you like that more often,” you say breathlessly.

“You’re so naughty, angel.” He grins. “That feel good? Like to be fucked by a big cock?” He kneads your thighs, creating a steady rhythm and releasing that ache between your legs.

“Yes, Daddy” You hold the backs of your thighs, spreading even wider, head falling back against the mattress as he fucks into your little hole.

“Angel,” he breathes out through his nose, clenching his jaw as he speeds up the pace till your breasts are sloshing with each strong thrust.

“Yes, Daddy,” you mewl walls gushing more wetness around his shaft.

He pulls you to the edge of the bed, knees slightly bent as he fucks into you, his thrusts animalistic, his heavy balls slapping your ass with each stroke.

He pushed his tank top up, tucking it under his chin, watching your pussy creaming his dick. “Fuck, angel, that’s it. Get daddy’s dick nice and creamy” On cue, the wet sounds of him sliding in and out fill your ears, the sound so sinful yet pleasurable. “Keep creaming for me, Angel”

He ruts into you like a rabbit in heat, his thrusts messy, rushed, and impatient for a release. “You’re so fucking tight. You feel so good on my dick,” he groans, going even faster till you see stars, the white ring coating his cock, turning him on even more.

“Fuck yessss daddddy,” you whine, voice vibrating in your throat from each harsh slam of his hips.

“Yeah, daddy’s fucking you good, huh? Just like I promised.” he bit his lip, concentrating on hitting your spot with his tip, and he knew he found it when you let out the most feral moan he’d ever heard.

“Yes, you’re fucking me so good, love your cock so much, hee,” you squeak, your lower half feeling numb from the constant rubbing of his cock against your walls you.

“So warm.” Your scorching walls brought him so much pleasure, so tight and wet around him, he couldn’t take it anymore. His head was spinning as droplets of sweat wet his mattress.

His hand was between your legs in seconds, using his thumb to circle your clit. “Cum on Daddy’s big cock since you love it so much.”

“Yes, yes, yes” You held onto his hips for support losing yourself to the feeling of his cock drilling into you, another orgasm being coaxed from your body.

Your arousal stained his sheets, splatters flying against his abdomen as he fucked you through it. “Yeah…” he breathes out, rubbing your thighs, and he slows his pace when he notices he’s without a condom. “Fuck angel, daddy’s gotta pull out.”

Before you can comprehend, he’s already pulled out, jerking his cock in front of you.

Despite still being out of it, you sat up, replacing his hand with your own. “Ohh fuck fuck” he holds your wrist to ground himself, his length throbbing as you stroke him off, getting him closer and closer the second your lips wrap around the bulbous head of his cock, his body surrendered, shuddering as his balls tensed, and he releases his creamy cum inside your mouth. “Angel…..” he gasps softly, body hunched forward, abs tensing as you suck him dry with a pleased hum.

You moan around his cock, taking it far in the back of your throat, your tastes still lingering on his shaft as you swallow.

“Shit angel, yeah, swallow me just like fucking that” he bucks his hips slightly, his tip touching the back of your throat as he savors the feeling of releasing on your sweet tongue, and he can’t understand how every hole made him cum so hard, your body was so fucking perfect for him, made just pleasuring his dick.

You released him from your mouth, licking around his base for good measure.

With a pleasured sigh, he lays next to you on the bed, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath.

Neither of you speaks, but when he does, his first words are. “Wanna share a blunt with me?”

That sounded like the best idea after getting your brains absolutely fucked out.

-

It’s been a few months since you’ve been on tour with the band. It was all fun. You’d seen sights you never thought you would, you tried all types of food, and honestly, it was everything you could have ever dreamed of. You and Heeseung were still together, of course, but he’s yet to put a label on it for now. He said he had something planned for you after the tour, and you trusted him and didn’t bring up the topic anymore. In the meantime, you got closer to the guys, and they were accustomed to your presence, treating you as if you were one of them, which you appreciate.

You even smoked with them a few times on occasions like right now, you were all in the living room area when heeseung made an appearance from his room where he’d just woken up.

Heeseung walked to the living room, eyes scanning you, then his members, and then Jake, who was a little too close to you for his comfort, but he didn’t say anything. “I’m gonna head out for a quick walk and grab a bite to eat,” heeseung announced, not giving anyone time to respond other than a quick bye and Jake shouting at him to get Taco Bell on his way back.

You were laid up on the couch next to Sunghoon, Jake, and Jay, slouching on the little beanbags in the corner while you all played video games and drank.

Heeseung lied like he always did. He wasn’t going to walk or eat. He was gonna meet up with a dealer that was in the area the girl he bought from when he said he had “rehearsals,” the one's perfume you smelled. He was connected through a friend of a friend. Their business ran across the whole city, so it wasn’t hard for him to find what he needed.

And the guys were none the wiser.

Cause they put their trust in him.

Stupid, stupid move.

He rushed out so quickly, barely muttering a bye cause he needed his fix now. He knew they had the good stuff and couldn’t wait much longer to get some. They had it all: weed, pills, cocaine, everything he needed for a real good high.

And he bought it all using the money he made from tour to feed his secret addiction when it should have been being saved for band equipment for a new tour bus, anything but a drug that did nothing but alter his mood.

He was selfish to use money that also belonged to his bandmates, but he wasn’t a man of integrity, so he didn’t care about anything other than funding his habit at the expense of others.

But he couldn’t think rationally. How could he when his mind was distorted and filled with thoughts of when he could get his hands on the next blunt or a pack of pills?

He was so far gone from reality he was practically programmed at this point. It was like clockwork blunt in the morning, hard drugs by evening, another blunt at night, and a few drinks to cap it off.

All in the secrecy of his room, free from judgment.

That was his life, and he wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.

He knew it was wrong, but why did it feel so right? Why did he feel better high than sober if it was so wrong?

Besides, he wasn’t harming anyone. What they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them.

Which is the reason heeseung nipped Sunghoon in the bud before he could tell you about his past.

He knew you wouldn’t want anything to do with him. If you knew what he got into, you’re far too innocent to know any better, and he wasn’t about to tell you either. If you were naive enough to believe everything he was telling you, then so be it.

But that was no one else business besides his and yours.

It was midnight when he came back. You and the guys were still up, and when he arrived, you tried to greet him, but he snuck off to his room, saying he didn’t feel well after eating.

Another lie.

“Hey, wheres my taco bell?” Jake sulks, only getting a door slam in response.

You pouted from heeseung’s recent absence but respected his wishes; meanwhile, his bandmates assured you he’d be fine. “He’s like that sometimes,” Sunghoon tells you, but the distance he’s been putting between you still left an uneasy feeling in your gut.

You remember the first time he kinda just left you high and dry. It was a few months ago, the day he had “rehearsals.” You never really trusted him fully after that because that’s the day he lied to you and the first day he turned down sex with you, and that’s when you felt the shift. It didn’t happen every day, maybe once a week, but he seemed really fidgety while rushing out of the RV tonight as well as times in the past, and every time you brought it up, he’d always just say he was tired, and again, you left it alone not wanting to disturb him.

But for the most part, he seemed to be okay, so you didn’t worry too much. You and the guys continued the board game you were playing together, but hours later, there was still no sight of heeseung. You thought he’d join later, but you figured he must have really not been feeling well when he didn’t come out of his room for hours. Usually, he would have made an appearance by now, but nothing.

Heeseung sat in his room, clueless of your worries, his music playing softly on his speaker, a blunt in his hand, and a white line on his desk waiting to be snorted.

He sat back, staring at the line, just reminiscing about his past, the thoughts causing tears to well in his eyes, but he quickly sucked it up and quit crying.

It was pointless. It’s not like anyone was going to comfort him anyway.

Leaning forward, he uses an old debit card, making a perfect white line, pushing down on one side of his nose and inhaling deeply before relaxing against his bed, waiting for the pain to wash away.

An escape from reality, that’s all he’s ever wanted, and drugs were a gateway to his forbidden paradise.

While losing himself to the feeling, he softly mumbles the lyrics to the song playing. “There’s no rainbows, just white lines” he smiles softly, the lyrics oh so fitting for his life.

Never once did he feel an ounce of shame or guilt while consuming the substances he swore to the guys he’d never take again.

All his life, he’s been trying trying so hard to be a person worthy of love, someone who deserved to be loved cause his parents never did.

They only pushed him into a career that he didn’t favor, scolded him for getting a grade too low, and punished him for his hobbies and passions physically and emotionally.

Most days, he felt sadness, hurt, or anger because he never felt good enough for them. It’s like every move he made was a disgrace, and throughout the years, it would only prove to be even more difficult because he was always bullied for singing and not playing football. The guys at his school were also ruthless.

In high school, it got really bad because not only was he bullied for being a nerd, but that’s also when he got heartbroken by his first love, and what made it ten times worse was it wasn’t just a breakup, no.

She cheated on him with the guy who bullied him the most, and that’s why it hurt so bad. The betrayal was utterly heartbreaking. Being cheated on wasn’t even the worst part. It was the fact she deliberately did it to him just to play with his feelings. It was all a huge prank, and while he was giving it his all to make his first and only relationship work, she was laughing and scheming behind his back.

He was used to it from his parents, but when his own girlfriend did it too, that was a new type of sadness that he hadn’t experienced before, and that’s when he realized it wasn’t just his parents that could cut him so deeply but lovers too.

Fast forward to college, and he finally moved out of his parent's place or, more less, got kicked out cause he didn’t take up med school. They practically disowned him. They didn’t even speak to him for years. Hell, they talked to the mailman more than him.

In college is where he really turned into an unrecognizable monster. That’s where his whole personality was formed. That’s when he got into countless drugs that nearly ended his life and also when he decided that after his first relationship failed, he wasn’t going to try anymore. At that point, that’s when the girls came in.

Countless girls.

Ones he couldn’t even name if he thought hard about it. He didn’t even know their faces.

He was high or drunk for more than half of them, but who cares? He didn’t have feelings for them, nor did they for him, so it was a win-win.

That’s another thing: people only made friends with him because of his looks. That’s what made him popular with women in school, but even then, it wasn’t about him or his personality or his character. It was something fleeting, shallow and vein.

After a while, he just accepted the fact that he was unlikeable, No friends, no parents who loved him, and no girlfriend that could only mean one thing.

Finally, after he graduated…. Shocking, he knows, but despite all the bullshit, he was quite smart. He just never used his knowledge for much.

He did his own thing, making money at a fast food chain to fund his rent, plus his addiction. In his free time, he did go to small concerts in his area, and that’s when he started taking his path in music seriously. Well, he always took it seriously but never really pursued it cause his parents didn’t like it, but it doesn’t much matter now cause his parents were done with him.

One night at an old bar, he found Jay Jake and Sunghoon, independent artists trying to make their come up their music style matched his taste. They had just lost their vocalist, who decided to join another band, so he thought it was perfect.

Luckily, he was able to catch up with them after their performance. They drank and smoked in the lounge while talking about musicians they liked as the conversation progressed, and their ideas seemed to align. He let them hear some of his music, and that’s how the band was formed.

Just like that.

In one night.

For the first time, he had friends.

Though he was finally able to live his passion, the boy he used to be, the one with big hopes and dreams, he was long gone, buried under drugs and money.

But surprisingly, despite his addiction, he still worked well, and the band turned out to be quite successful, and even he was impressed with himself.

Because deep down, he still feels those harsh words of his parents telling him that he’ll never amount to anything if he pursued music, but yet here he is touring the world with his bandmates and a girl too stupid and naive to know he’s useless.

But having friends and a girl made him feel somewhat normal for once, a feeling he never got to learn cause by age ten, his life was already over before it even started.

He almost wants to call his parents to shove it in their faces that he’s become successful, but what would be the point? They wouldn’t care, and like they were always so good at, he’s sure they would find every excuse and avenue to beat down and degrade his accomplishments.

That was just his parents; besides, they were probably off celebrating his brother for his accomplishments. He rolls his eyes at the thought, the resentment he felt towards his brother was purely because of his parents constantly comparing the two. His brother never really did anything wrong, but the praise he received for achieving his goals vs the demeaning insults his parents would throw at him was enraging.

Which led heeseung to distance himself from the whole family. And it’s not like his brother ever tried to reach out to him either, never stood up for him, so who the fuck cares anymore?

His life was shit he knew that much and he just accepted it. He had to, but not without a little drug holding his hand in this walk of life and keeping him sane along the way.

He taps his foot along to the beat, drifting off into a space where no one existed, just the sound of the music and the serene feeling running through his veins.

It felt as though this was where he belonged, alone with his music, free from letting down others and just enjoying life one high at a time.

Nothing got him feeling this type of high. In a long time, the mix of weed and cocaine had always been his favorite. It just made him feel so calm.

And he needed calmness in the middle of the chaos that racked his brain on the daily.

He does one line two lines through each nostril, and he feels like he’s floating, so tempted to keep going see how far he can take it, and maybe if he’s lucky, he’d overdo-

A loud banging makes him jump, his once relaxed mood gone as he scrambles to hide all the evidence of the substances he’d abused.

Oh.

One thing that wasn’t mentioned.

He’s almost overdosed multiple times after shows. He’d just go silent and then lock himself in his room for long periods of time.

Which wasn’t too unusual for the guys. They just assumed he was tired and needed a reset.

It was only one time he didn’t come out for days. Luckily, there were no shows coming up cause he hadn’t been to rehearsals or anything, just in his bed all day.

When they found him, they had to bust open the door cause he wasn’t answering. The sight made their stomachs drop, catching him in a state they’d never seen him in before.

Secluded and cut off from everything, pupils were blown and unmoving, almost like he was somewhere else, as he stared off into the distance, surrounded by weed smoke.

The fear running through their veins was palpable. They shook him over and over, and all he did was smile lazily at them high out of his mind.

It was only a minute before they took action and rushed him into the hospital. He was fine, more than fine, but they ruined it, pulling him from his peace.

Everyone was affected by the worrying state they had found him in, but once they realized what had happened, sunghoon definitely took it the hardest. Heeseung was his role model for reasons he hadn’t told anyone, but heeseung let him in on a few things from his past. Though heeseung was still very closed off, he did open up to the guys on occasion, but Sunghoon was the one he confided in the most. Sunghoon never knew it was bad enough for heeseung to want to end his life, and somewhere he felt guilty for not being a good enough friend for heeseung to want to stay alive.

That’s why it hit him harder. He felt guilty cause he should have been able to help heeseung since he knew the most about him, and he always blamed himself for that day at the hospital and all the times that came after.

Cause there were many times after.

They all did weed, sometimes even heavy drugs on occasion, but heeseung was on another level, and he used behind their backs.

Heavily.

And that’s what they all found out together at the hospital.

They had a deep, long talk, and heeseung swore he was done after seeing his bandmates worried hurt by his actions, but then that little devil in the back of his brain told him. “No, they don’t care about you. They’re using you 'cause they need a singer,” and after that, he used and used and continues to use.

Leading up to this moment. “Yo heeseung!“ sunghoon pounded on the door while heeseung quickly slid everything under the bed, everything but one crucial piece of evidence.

“What?” He yanked the door open, answering Sunghoon agitatedly.

“What? You’ve been in here for hours?” Sunghoon pointed out the obvious, and he had a feeling something was off. The last time heeseung had been locked in his room this long, nothing good came out of it.

“So?” Heeseung responded defensively, sniffling discretely and rubbing at his nose, and that’s when Sunghoon noticed.

A look of anger washed away his once composed-looking features, and he barged into the room, shoving heeseung out of the way before he could protest. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouts.

Sunghoon rummaged throughout his room, easily finding his worrisome stash and the old card on the table covered in white, along with needles and countless bottles of liquor.

“Get the hell out and stop touching my stuff!” Heeseung shouted.

“No! What the fuck are you doing?” Sunghoon holds the bag of white, pushing it in heeseung’s face.

“It’s none of your business.” heeseung tried to yank the bag away to no avail.

“No!” Was all Sunghoon said before taking everything from the stash.

“I paid good money for that, give it back.” heeseung’s eyes went wide. He looked as if he was almost going crazy.

The look in his eyes could only be described with one word.

Addict.

Once you and the others heard the commotion, you all came running to heeseung’s room.

“What’s going on?” Jake’s voice faded into the background, a look of disappointment on his face along with Jay as soon as they discovered the scene.

Heeseung lowered his head in shame after being caught, quietly taking the bag back sunghoons hands.

“Tell them heeseung, tell them all and your little girlfriend. Oh wait, I forgot she’s not even your girlfriend 'cause you can’t even commit to her, let alone us, only this bullshit” he flicked the debit card in heeseung’s face making him flinch.

Your brows furrow in confusion, wondering what is even going on, and heeseung never even looked at you to explain, nor did the guys.

The silence takes over. The only thing that can be heard is sunghoons heavy breathing. “I…” heeseung speaks, and before he can even get a word out, sunghoon punches him right against his jaw, causing him to stumble back, the rage overtaking him. The guys try to help get him off, but it’s too late. Sunghoon lands at least three more blows before they can pull him off.

But Heeseung retaliated, throwing a few of his own until he’s held back, both of them fuming with anger, struggling to fight while you just sit there confused and scared, screaming for them to please stop.

“No sunghoon, don’t hurt him!” You cried out at the sight of heeseung’s face.

“Get the fuck off of me,” heeseung shouts breaking free of jays hold. “Get out, all of you!”

“Hee-“ you begin, but his loud voice quickly cuts you off.

“You too, you useless fucking bitch. Get the fuck out!” He yells, and everyone just sits back, staring at him in shock, your soft cries now filling the room. “What? You never seen a guy lose his fucking mind before?” He laughs sadistically. “Well, now you fucking have, shows over, and so is the band and you,” he points to you. “He tried warning you, but you just didn’t listen, not to say it matters. You’re just like the rest of the whores I’ve fucked, a useless, desperate hole waiting to be filled, too busy sucking dick to notice I don’t have shit to give you.”

You’re shocked by his words, and you sob, unable to control the tears falling, and Sunghoon immediately holds you, knowing just how you feel. He’s been hurt by heeseung more times than he can count.

Heeseung’s jaw tenses at the sight. “What? Gonna let him and the others fuck you now too? Just so you know, there’s not a hole on her body I haven’t fucked”

Sunghoon looked at him in pure disgust, holding your trembling body in his arms, and he scoffed. “You’re pathetic, and your parents were right. You are never going to amount to anything. You’ll only ever be a useless addict.”

Sunghoon spat, voice laced with venom. He hit him where it hurts without holding back. He was the only one heeseung had told about his past with his parents, and he used that as ammo to hurt heeseung as much as he was hurting him and everyone else right now.

The words silenced heeseung. Jake and Jay escort the two out of his room, and that’s when heeseung sits by himself, all alone with nothing but his thoughts and the three bruises on his cheek that were throbbing in pain.

“What do we do now?” Jake mumbles even though no one is quite in the state to talk.

“We leave. I’m not wasting one more minute on this asshole, not after this,” sunghoons voice shook with anger and sadness, trying to keep his emotions at bay, but his bloodshot eyes told the story of how he was feeling.

Sunghoon finally parts from you, going to pack all his things and try to clear his head just a little bit, not believing the fact that heeseung had broken everyone’s trust again.

The other members follow along. They heard him, too. The band was over, so there wasn’t much left to say. Heeseung had put them through a lot over the years, and everyone decided to call it quits tonight cause none of them could watch their friend going down a path that could only lead to destruction and maybe even death.

“You coming, y/n?” Sunghoon offers, but you lightly shake your head. You needed answers from heeseung himself, not his bandmates.

Whatever happened, you needed to know the truth straight from the source cause right now, you were not only in shock but left completely in the dark.

“What? This is what he does. He brings people in his life that care, and then he fucks them over. Can’t you see he doesn’t give a shit about you?” Sunghoon said, frustrated it wasn’t his battle to fight, but he sure as hell felt like it because he didn’t want to see another person get treated the same way he did by heeseung. “Suit yourself,” he scoffed after you didn’t budge at all at his offer.

It’s late in the morning, and the guys are long gone. When you finally gather your thoughts and open heeseung’s door, he was still just there lying on his bed all by himself.

“Hee?” You call out to him, and he pops up surprised.

“You’re still here?” He asked, knowing the guys had already left, and there was a small glint in his eyes when he saw you.

“I couldn’t leave without hearing the truth from you not them,” you say quietly.

“Y/n I, there’s a lot.” he was about to open up to you, but he quickly stopped himself. You’re just like the rest he told himself. No one truly cares about him. You’re only using him for his body the same way he used you. There was no real connection between you two at all. “But I just want you, okay? The past is the past.”

“You mean that? Everything they said was…”

“Shh shh, Angel, come here.” You walked toward him on the bed and lay down next to him. “I didn’t mean it. I was just frustrated.”

“Well then maybe you could explain that to them, and they’d come back,” you say, feeling hopeful cause you saw the bond they all had, and it wasn’t something you thought should be let go after one fight, but there was so much you didn’t know, so much you’d never know, at least not from heeseung’s mouth.

“Nah, Angel, they won’t get me the way you do,” he says it to flatter you to mask the person he really is, and you fall for it like all his other lies.

His hand slinks down to your waist and lower to your butt. “It’s been too long since my dick was in you, angel girl. Gonna let Daddy fuck this pretty pussy? Need it so bad, been so stressed lately, and I know the moment I’m in you, all that will go away” he cups your pussy, and you whine, nodding against his chest.

“Yes, Daddy, please, I missed your cock, missed you,” you mewl softly.

“Go ahead, Angel, show me how much you missed it.”

You gave yourself to him every hole free for him to use, and use he did.

First, he fucked your throat with his hard cock, then your pussy, and after he took your ass in doggy, filling up the puckered rim with hot cum your holes were dripping his white semen by the time you were done, and you felt so full so warm cuddling, up to him after and sharing his last blunt.

-

Heeseung still went on to perform by himself, the music being played in the background instead of live, and he lied to his fans, saying his bandmates had an emergency, so they couldn’t attend the tour. Meanwhile, he was doing everything it took to stay afloat, using the proceeds to feed his drug addiction.

He swam in it, no longer trying to hide it from anyone. Now that the guys were gone, it was a lot easier. He even did it right in front of you, assuring you it helped him with stage fright lying through his teeth. He did show after show, line after line, coming back to the RV, giving you round after round. The only thing that took the pain away was the pleasure of your body and the drugs that took him far away.

It was just like Sunghoon said. All he did was perform fuck and smoke.

He tried to warn you, but your desire for heeseung clouded all his negative habits up until recently, and your eyes were finally starting to open and see clearly for what this was.

You noticed he was different but didn’t think much of it. After all, his band had just split up, but it was when he started looking pale and really thin that’s when you voiced your concern for him.

“So lucky I got you to come on tour with me,” he muttered, kissing your shoulder softly. “Love having you with me and being inside you every day.”

You giggle, taking his compliment, but there’s something more you need to talk about before you get carried away in his soft touches and sweet words. “Hee?” You ask.

“Yes, angel?” He replies, touching you softly under the sheets.

“I-i know you said it helps, but maybe you should slow down a bit. You’re starting to loo”

He pushes you off him, automatically taking offense. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me” he sits up immediately and gets out of bed.

“I’m not, I’m jus-“

“Well, whatever it is that you feel, don’t. I’m good. Stop acting like you’re my girlfriend. We fuck, and that’s it” he got up going to the shower, where he reached into the cabinet, taking two lines to get his day started, not stopping for one second to consider your words or feelings.

What would you know? You’re just a pathetic little fan girl obsessed with his dick.

After his shower, he left you alone like he had been doing a lot these days. It became a habit after the guys left. When he came back, it was late again, and of course, he was out buying more drugs, but you didn’t know that, nor did you think about it. The only thing on your mind was guilt for making him upset in the morning and making him leave. You just wanted to apologize to him and tell him you’re sorry about earlier.

When he got back to the RV, you were already sleeping peacefully, looking so tempting in his drunken state you had passed out while waiting for him to come back.

“Where were you?” You stirred when you heard him arrive.

“Just went out for a walk, Angel, like always.” You nod, too tired to argue. You know he’s lying, but he won’t tell you the truth, so what’s the point anymore? He cuddles up to you in nothing but his boxers, holding you close. “So warm, angel Daddy missed you,” he nibbled on your ear, his semi-hard cock grinding on your ass like it wasn’t three in the morning.

“Mmh,” you pushed back against him, his cock flush against you. “Daddy, It’s late,” you whine softly, but your hips say otherwise.

“I know, Angel, but I missed you so much. Just lay here and let Daddy get it in, yeah?” He pulled your shorts down and pushed your underwear to the side, his dick rubbing back and forth between your pussy lips. “Please?”

“Yes,” you sighed, your eyes closed, letting him use your body. He felt too good to resist. You wanted to comfort him, and since he wasn’t confiding in you, you allowed him to use your body as his comfort, which always seemed to put him in a good mood.

“Mmm, already so wet,” he whispers, hot breath fanning your ear as he nibbles on your lobe.

“I’m always so wet for you,” you moaned, arching your back further into him, molding perfectly against his body.

“Angel…” he nuzzled his face against your hair, inhaling your scent. “You feel so good on me.”

“Please just put your cock in me,” you whined, feeling impatient. You didn’t need any prep. You had already taken him so many times your body was ready and well-adjusted for him to slip it in.

“Fuck angel, you beg for it like I didn’t just fuck this pussy good last night” he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly as he pushed his flushed pink tip inside your wet hole. He gave you slow, deep strokes, his thick cock kissing every inch of your walls..

“Never want you to pull out. Can’t go a second without you in me, Daddy.” Your walls clenched so hard, putting emphasis on your words.

You moaned despite his tight grip on your neck, which only heightened the pleasure. “Yeah, you’d like that?” he felt your walls sucking him in, and he applied more pressure to your neck. Your eyes rolled back, tongue stuck out as he used your hole. “Fuck, that’s a good little bitch. Keep squeezing this dick like the whore you are,” he whispered filthy words into your ears while his thick cock fucked into you without abandon. “I’ll stay in this pussy forever if that’s what my angel wants.”

He kept pounding into you deeply while rubbing your clit. “I love this pussy so much,” he grunts in your ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin.

“Daddy, yes!” You choke out, loving how deep he feels on this angle. “Fuck it feels so good,” you slur.

“Yeah, nasty little girl,” he moans.

“Your girl,” he pauses for a moment, his strokes still deep, but his expression falters at your words, but he quickly shakes it off, continuing to fuck you mercilessly. “Fuck, Daddy love your cock so much. You’re so deep in my pussy”

His hips stutter, your words making him lose his damn mind. The way you talk him through was doing something to him. It always did. “I know you do, can feel you sucking me in,” he kisses your neck, that indescribable feeling building inside him alarmingly quick. “I’m g-gonna cum. Take it, Angel, take it deep in that pretty little hole,” he moans, not concerned that he’s not wearing a condom. All he wanted was to finally finish in your pretty wet hole and the alcohol in his system only aided that want.

“Yes, yes, yes, feels s-so good” Your pussy soon swallows up his creamy load as his warmth greets your insides, and that’s when you realize he’s not wearing a condom, but you don’t care either, too lost in the feeling of finally being stuffed with his warm cum.

He massages your clit, and the moment he does, your mind goes fuzzy cumming from the intensity, feeling your walls clenching, begging for every last drop as he pulsates inside you, cum seeping from his sensitive tip till he’s emptied himself inside your throbbing heat.

“Angel,” he moans with each slow stroke in and out, caressing your wet cunt up and down. It feels so good with out a condom, so much warmer and tighter, after cumming around his cock. It’s reckless, he knows, but he can’t go back to condoms, not after feeling you so close and raw like this.

After you both came together, he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close and granting your wish as he stayed inside, cock still buried to the hilt in your pussy, as you both passed out for the night.

-

It was morning when you woke up. The sun was shining through the curtains as you rubbed Heeseung’s chest softly, and your gentle touch woke him up. “Hi, angel,” he greets like usual, but there’s something different. He looks down at you, smiling, the look in your eyes so soft he gets lost in it. He finds himself softly stroking your cheek, and you look up at him, smiling back at him like he held the moon and the stars in his eyes.

That’s when he saw it. He felt it, too. He was so riddled with guilt, and this was already too far, but he couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t hurt anyone else. Deep down, he knew he was fucked, he couldn't deny it anymore and he couldn’t drag someone else into his life, especially after his bandmates abandoned him for the same exact reason.

He quickly pulled away from you before he fell too deep, leaving you confused. “Can you just fucking stop? I’m not your boyfriend. Stop treating me like I am.” he got up abruptly, running his fingers frustratedly through his hair. “All this clingy shit,” he mutters, his inner turmoil getting the best of him.

“Hee?” You ask, confused, sitting up on the bed and wondering what happened to the once peaceful moment.

“And don’t call me that anymore.” he pulled tightly at the roots of his hair, feeling himself quickly losing it. “Just get out. I can’t have this.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be. We don’t have to cuddle, it’s just we always do in the morning and I thought you liked it” you say disappointedly. He hates this and hates the way you’re trying to understand him when there’s nothing to understand other than the fact that he was full of shit and nothing but a complete fucking loser.

“No, besides tours over anyway. I don’t need you anymore,” he spoke hoarsely, and for the first time in a long time, he could feel, and it didn’t feel good. His chest felt tight, and it hurt to see you like this. It always hurt when he saw the guys in the same position as you right now, but he got used to letting them down. As fucked up as that sounds, but with you, this was all new territory for him, and it was scary to feel things that he thought didn’t exist inside him after years.

It takes a moment for his words to register. “W-what do you mean need?”

“Are you that fucking stupid? I used you to fuck 'cause you were easy. You gave it up for free, and you sucked dick good, that’s all. I care nothing about you, nor do I care what you think of me. Why do you think I never made it official? Were you just that dumb and obsessed that you couldn’t see?” He chuckles, driving the dagger of words straight into your heart.

You sat there hurt, tears in your eyes, and you wished you had of listened to Sunghoon, but you wanted to give heeseung a chance to prove to you he wasn’t what his friends said he’d be, but he failed you too, just like he failed everyone else. “So those words weren’t just in the moment,” you muttered sadly. “Well fuck you, Lee heeseung, you’re a piece of shit. I tried to fight for you, but apparently, all I am to you is a hole to be filled. I’m glad the band split up. They deserved better than you, and so do I.”

Your words stung bad, real bad, but he didn’t care. This was dead and over anyway. This chapter of his life was coming to a close finally.

“Should have listened to Sunghoon,” you mumbled, getting out of bed and grabbing all your belongings, purposefully leaving behind everything that he’d bought you.

“What the fuck did he tell you?” He says angrily, hating the fact you were taking someone else’s side over his, especially sunghoons.

“Just that you’re a piece of shit and an asshole. I wish I had of fucked him instead” You got dressed and stormed out, dialing up Jake. Luckily, they were still in the area, and you’re glad you kept contact with them cause you had no idea what to fucking do right now.

Heeseung heard the door slam, and he sat down on his bed. Now, it was done; he was alone, and no one had to suffer his stupidity. It was bittersweet, but he was glad no one was suffering at his hands anymore, and if breaking that cycle meant being alone, he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

He finally let his demons win, and now he was left alone with his decision. As much as he hates to admit this, his parents were right. He never amounted to shit.

Sunghoon was right. You were right. Hell, everybody was right except for him.

Feeling himself spiral, he reached under his bed, grabbing a bottle of liquor to help calm himself down.

He took deep breaths in and out, trying to ground himself, but his head hurt so bad, and his heart hurt even more.

He needed something stronger, something that would take effect now.

He turned to the one thing that would never leave him no matter what he did: never judge him for who he is, never be disappointed in him.

Drugs.

-

Days, weeks, months, years.

Heeseung didn’t know how much time had passed as he laid in bed day in and day out.

All he knows is that his favorite song from his old band was playing on his speakers, and he was about to get high for the countless time.

He reached into his nightstand and grabbed a bag of pills. He stared at them for a moment and then dumped them out into his palm. He took a deep breath, throwing his head back and popping them all in his mouth, downing them with the bottle of liquor on his side desk.

Snuggling up to your pillow, he inhaled your scent, your faint presence still lingering, and he smiled to himself a gentle, genuine smile for the first time in a long time. “My angel,” he closed his eyes, getting lost in your familiar aroma.

He never showed it, never dared to tell anyone, but for the first time, he actually felt happy being on tour with you.

Just the little things about you made him smile, like that one morning when you stayed in bed all day feeding each other fruit, and he noticed you had a little habit of picking out all the little seeds, even the ones you could eat.

He found you endearing and even started picking out the seeds for you and feeding you.

Or when you guys would all game together, and the guys would tease him for giving you items and gold, always being the healer so he could help you win.

Some of his favorite moments were when you guys would all just sit and talk, brainstorming ideas for new songs while eating together.

What he liked most was just being surrounded by people he loved.

He laid on his back, letting out a deep, relieved sigh cause this would all be over soon. The pain would feel like nothing.

He noticed your little plushie sitting off in the corner of the room. He bought it for you when he first took you to the mall just a few days after you met.

He smiled and sat up, walking to the corner to grab it, and saw the rest of the things he bought you, too, sitting in a pile. His heart clenched at the sight, knowing you didn’t even take anything that would be a reminder of him with you, but it'd be better for you to forget him anyway.

He sat back on his bed, squeezing the plush a few times before tucking it under his arm and opening his phone to draft up texts for you and his bandmates. You probably all blocked him and didn’t care about him anymore anyway, but he needed to do this for himself, at least to finally get every heavy burden off his aching chest.

To Jake

“Hey, sorry about the last time you saw me, and I’m sorry you never really got to see a deeper side of me, but things were just really hard for me. Even though I never showed it, you really brightened up my day. Your carefree attitude and playfulness always made being around you a fun time, but you were always a little annoying for trying to get at my girl, but I love you. You’re like a little brother to me, and performing with you was always a blast.”

To Jay

“Thank you for everything. I love you. You’re an amazing guitarist, and you really know how to liven up a show. Though our success had just begun, you stayed the same through and through, hard-working and dedicated. I’m happy to say I’ve worked alongside you up until this point. Thank you for keeping me level-headed, and thanks for an amazing run. I just wish it could have been longer. I’m sorry that I ruined it. Hey, take care of the band, yeah? You should be the new vocalist. Don’t tell Jake or Sunghoon ;)”

To sunghoon

“I let you down, and I’m sorry. I know I was a role model for you, and I know I fucked that up. I’m sorry I never said sorry, and I’m sorry I never proved to you I could be better for you. You always saw the best in me when most saw the worst, and I really valued our friendship even though I messed it up. Hopefully, you can forgive me, nothing was ever your fault and hopefully, we’ll meet again someday, maybe just on the other side, but not too soon. Take your time. I’ll be waiting, okay? And I’ll have the absolute best version of myself waiting just for you. I love you”

To my true first love

“Hey angel girl, I’m a piece of shit, I know, and even though I was, you still stayed by my side even though you knew I was never entirely honest with you, yet you looked past it, never questioned me, and gave me my own time even though I didn’t deserve it you loved me unconditionally, and I love you for that. Sorry I never said it to your face, but I love you dearly, my angel girl. You gave me the love I’ve been searching for all my life, and I’m sorry I couldn’t show you that, but it wasn’t just the sex. I loved spending time with you, showering with you, waking up in your arms, and making love. All of it was perfect. For the first time, you made me happy, angel, and that’s saying a lot. I’m sorry I pushed you and everyone away, but I had some issues still do, and I just couldn’t let you waste your time on someone like me anymore. You are so much better off without me, and a loser like me will only hold you back, but thank you for loving me past my flaws, and thank you for supporting our band, and for the record, you never did anything wrong, you are perfect it’s just me I messed everything up, but I pushed you away cause I was scared of hurting you. Nothing I ever said was true. I just said it so maybe you’d love me less and let me go, but I hope the guys and you can live happily ever after without me. I love you, my sweet, sweet angel girl, and don’t you forget it. Even in the afterlife, I’ll still always be madly in love with you. I wish I could just hold you and kiss you one last time 😗❤️ goodbye, my sweet little angel. I love you.”

He closed his eyes, tears running down both sides of his face.

He cried freely, his heart hurting immensely. He always thought he’d die surrounded by loved ones, not alone in the darkness of his RV in a random parking lot by himself, but he made this bed. He’ll lay in it and surely die in it.

Amidst his thoughts, he begins to feel sleepy, and that’s when he sends all the texts. Knowing his time was coming soon, he looked at a picture of you in his phone, one he took without you noticing while you were hugging him in your sleep, and he smiled. His mind was swirling with thoughts of his life from when he was a child till now, and within moments, he was passed out, the gentle sound of his phone ringing was the last thing he heard. “Finally,” he breathed out, all the hurt and exhaustion leaving his body forever as his eyes closed.

-

“Yo!” Jake shouts from the living area.

“What?” Jay and Sunghoon pop their heads out from the other room, and so do you.

You had been staying with them at a little motel for a few days, waiting for the next flight back to your guy's hometown. Thankfully, the guys welcomed you to stay with them as long as you needed, and you couldn’t have been more grateful they didn’t bring up heeseung, and neither did you. All of you just silently understood and left it at that, hoping to begin the healing process on the flight back.

“I just got a text from heeseung,” Jake says, reading over it. “What the fuck?” He says, confused, reading the message over and over again. This wasn’t like heeseung, especially to leave that long of a text.

The other phones went off like a chain reaction: Jay, then Sunghoon, then lastly, you.

You all read the messages, your hearts sinking all together. “On the other side….” Sunghoon mumbled, and they all collectively looked at each other before running out of the apartment.

Thank goodness his location was still on. You all rushed to the RV, worried, stricken, and fearing the absolute worst. No one said it, but you all felt it on the drive there. Multiple red lights were run, but you didn’t care. You needed to get to him and see him as soon as possible.

When you arrived, he was still in the same spot as when you left him, and your heart sank even further.

You all sprinted to the RV, and you tried opening the door, but it was locked. “Step aside.” Jake took off his flannel shirt, easily punching a hole in the glass, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as Jay rushed inside immediately.

You all flooded heeseung’s room. The door was open, the room filled with smoke and the smell of weed, and through all the smoke, heeseung was lying lifeless on his bed. His phone in his hand, your plushie on his chest and a blunt trapped between his stiffening fingers.

Your heart broke seeing him like this, and you quickly rushed to his side, kneeling down next to him. “Hee? Heeseung baby? Wake up.” You shook his body gently, tears welling in your eyes. You grabbed the stupid blunt from his hand, throwing it off into the room somewhere you couldn’t care about right now. “Hee, please,” you cried, your body losing all its strength. The text told you enough, but you didn’t want to believe it.

“Heeseung….” Sunghoon muttered, completely petrified, still standing in the doorway, unable to move cause it was actually real this time, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Jake and Jay tried to shake him awake, gently tapping his cheek. Jake picked up his upper body, but he flopped right back down into his mattress.

“Come on, heeseung, stop playing around,” Jake cried in complete denial.

“Heeseung!” Jay shouted, shaking his lifeless body by his shoulders, and his head fell back entirely limp.

Jake quickly dialed 911, the sirens in the background turning into a high-pitched ringing, and everyone knew it was too late.

They’d lost their friend.

Your lover laid completely still on his bed as you hovered over him, kissing his dry lips softly, you ran your fingers through his hair, holding his hand, and your heart broke when you saw yourself on his phone screen. “It’s okay, hee. You’re gonna be fine, baby. Help is on the way. You’re okay, hee,” you repeated over and over, and the guys watched the scene utterly heartbroken as he laid lifeless, unresponsive, and his lungs froze over.

-

Taglist: @loverseon @nithxhoon @fancypeacepersona @jakeyismine @hoonprksung

[rosesrotofficial]

the killer chat! expanded kickstarter is live! :D

hello all! i'm super psyched to say that our kickstarter for killer chat! expanded edition is now live! pledge our kickstarter now and go grab all that you desire, what are you waiting for? ;3

but what does that entail, rosesrot, you may be asking?

what are the rewards, rosesrot?

we've got a range: from game keys, posters and keychains to making up your own server events and even a whole new ending for your serial killer lover! 😳

(a tiny peek at what we've got to offer...)

you can see them on the page or read all about them here!

we've got a lot going on! oh and also… oiled up love interests… i see you…

got any questions about our kickstarter?

we've got a handy-dandy FAQ here!

and last, but certainly not least!

as a reward, we've got a new major demo update for you! it's a little showcase of the features and content we'll have in the expanded edition ;) you can download it on…

🤍 STEAM

❤️ ITCH

please know that this update is not compatible with your old saves! loading an old save will corrupt the game.

if you have any problems, please report them in this bug report form here !

thank you so much! i'll see you on kickstarter :D

also chat why are we already £14k 😭 funded? i love u guys 💖

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo just did a Q&A for his newly announced Realm SMP!

Here are some key takeaways and highlights from it:

Tubbo emphasized that the "team" behind Realm is just himself and Tangofrags. It's a chill server so friends have a sandbox to tell stories, do lore, and have fun.

Tubbo: "I just wanna have fun with my friends, dude. I'm not trying to be the big 'bringing communities together guy'. I just wanna play with my friends. That's a lot of pressure." (57m 12s into stream)

These are the initial 25 players, but he plans to add more people in the future, and he already has 5 people in mind to add for the next event.

There is NO mod pack! Realm SMP is vanilla, it's just custom texture packs and plugins.

There are no set DND classes, but people can use their skill points to unlock certain things on skill trees and build their own classes. Realm SMP won't be 100% accurate to DND.

Tubbo hopes to have an event every week, but he reminds people to "manage their expectations" because he's only one guy – he can't do events like Purgatory because he doesn't have a massive team like Quackity had for that.

[ Continued ↓ ]

—

He has a 6 month timeframe in mind, but if the server fizzles out in a month, then it fizzles out in a month. Realm SMP will last as long as people play it!

There's no plans for an in-game translator because it's expensive and also Tubbo "doesn't want to step on Quackity's toes" :(

Lore is dependent on what the people on the server do, he likes more freestyle flowing RP.

There IS a life system! Players have 3 lives, but it's only "semi-hardcore" because other players can craft an item to bring people back at 1 life. When a player dies, their stats are set to 0 and they go into spectator-mode. When they're revived, they are brought back at 1 life with all their stats back.

The Nether IS enabled, but the End isn't enabled yet because Tubbo wants to make a cool custom boss fight.

There's no big team behind the server, it's just Tubbo and Tango helping him with some things he might not understand (however, he has a team he wants to use for the New Year Event he has in mind). He may look into getting some admins to help enforce rules.

Tubbo says he's happy to do anything himself, but if people really want to be an admin, it'd be voluntary like a Twitch mod kind of deal. (He already has a team of people he goes to for admin stuff, it wouldn't be random people being admins). However, he says if his merch does well, maybe he can get 1 or 2 people to help.

Tubbo says he's been overwhelmed by the amount of support it's received so far, but he's a bit nervous too.

He says the Realm SMP concept came to him in a dream.

Realm SMP will have proximity chat.

Events won’t be all PVP-based because he wants people to enjoy the events even if they aren’t a huge Minecraft player.

The only two banned items are mending books and elytra, which will be tied to future events (elytra can be won in one event).

An hour before the server launches on December 5, he'll be showing off more features.

Please note that many details will likely change / be clarified / updated by Tubbo at a later date!

Check out this post for the rest of his Q&A and more details.

[forlix]

𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁・l.f.

— in which you forget that your hot housemate follows you on twitter.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・1.1k 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・roommate!felix x gn!streamer!reader 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・fluff, flirting, kind of an smau, implied friends to lovers, humor if u count jeongin being a piece of shit

𝗮/𝗻・saw this tweet the other day and it was so painfully lix coded that i knew i had to write something asap. contains a tiny bit of gaming jargon but is hopefully comprehensible. ENJOY ♡

y/n ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ @ y/nxx

if someone brings you fresh cut fruit to your table when you're gaming, they either like LIKE you or it's your mom

11:23 A.M.・Oct. 2023・220.2K Views

bokkie 🐣 liked your post.

“My tweet?”

You read aloud the newest text in your chatroom, and your face brightens when you remember the one in question.

“Oh, about the fruit—no, it’s so true though. And I love my mom, don't get me wrong, but I have an inkling she did it to guilt trip me." You change your posture and adopt your best motherly tone of voice. "‘This is your tenth consecutive hour wasting your young adulthood in front of that damn screen. I am now going to hand deliver apple slices straight to your mouth.’ That kind of vibe, y'know?"

A slew of messages follows your anecdote, but it is a comment from one of your moderators that catches your eye first:

je0ng1n: what about the other option tho 👀

You groan at the sight of his username. “Man, why are you always here? Don't you have a job?"

je0ng1n: i’m on break je0ng1n: taking a dump je0ng1n: ungrateful bitch

You brandish a middle finger to the camera. “Hope the dump sucks."

je0ng1n: HEY je0ng1n: don’t even joke about that :(

An involuntary cackle precedes your next words. “If you’re actually wondering, though, the only person who’s brought me fruit while I’m playing video games is indeed my mother. Heartbreaking, I know.”

At this, the steady flow of messages morphs into a gallery of depressed cat emoticons; your audience never fails to impress you with their way with words.

“But if someone other than your disappointed parent is bringing you fruit,” you go on, “they might as well get on one knee in the process, honestly. That's such an adorable, loving thing to do.”

Suddenly, the words MATCH FOUND splash across your monitor, and you move your cursor to accept the game invite—only to be met with a pop-up window and a familiar error sound that grates on your ears like screeching tires.

You know how this story ends: the lights in your mouse go dark, and you look on in dejected silence.

je0ng1n: LMFAOOOOO je0ng1n: bro’s mouse definitely just exploded again

“You guessed it," you sigh. “Hang tight for a sec, guys."

Half an hour ago, you could’ve sworn you heard sneakers being kicked off, a set of keys falling against plastic. Now, you pull one side of your headphones off and roll your chair a few feet backward, calling through your half-open door: “Lix, are you home?”

You pick up on a soft clunk that sounds like metal hitting wood—the cutting board, maybe?—and then your housemate's low, accented answer bounces off the walls of your shared hallway.

“Yeah, you alright?”

“The mouse,” you say helplessly.

“Ah.” It’s not the first time you’ve summoned him for this. “Be right there.”

A few seconds later, you remember to tack on a hurried disclaimer: “I’m live, by the way!”

“I know.”

This brings a bashful smile to your face, though the expression quickly turns to one of pure dismay when you return to your desk and witness the disastrous state of your chat.

Felix has become a regular guest on your stream by now, always popping in to show you a TikTok or ask for your opinion on a new pair of jeans or simply give your camera an awkward wave—but he may as well own your channel with how completely and unequivocally he has captured the hearts of your viewers. They’re convinced he’s the sexiest person to ever grace the earth, with his chiseled features and coffee-colored eyes; with a grin that could set entire estates on fire and a voice that could scrape the nadir of the Grand Canyon.

Do you agree? Absolutely.

Do you have any intention of voicing this sentiment, so long as you’re splitting rent with him? Absolutely the hell not.

Another of Jeongin’s messages—GET ME HIS NUMBER OR I GET VIOLENT—inspires you to minimize the stream window before Felix gets here. It’s for the best.

A few moments later, the door opens, and the air shifts inside your room. A hand comes to rest on the top of your head; a familiar silhouette appears in your periphery. There is a fond grin plastered across your face and a bright greeting sitting readily on the tip of your tongue.

But then, Felix places a plate of freshly cut fruit in the empty space to the left of your keyboard—here, he hums, the sound falling against the shell of your ear like a drop of melted chocolate. And the gears of your brain grind to a complete stop.

There is no further acknowledgment; no supplementary explanation for what he's just done. He simply picks up your mouse and gets to work.

The words of your tweet swim dizzyingly before your eyes, not unlike those halos of stars and birds that revolve around disoriented cartoon characters. And you’re suddenly, achingly aware of your roommate's arm nudging against yours as he tinkers away; of the aromas of vanilla and laundry detergent that always come with his proximity; of the heat that’s risen to your face, and the plethora of questions that have surfaced to your mind.

A soft huff of laughter follows a gentle utterance of your name, and you snap out of your trance. Felix’s eyes are glinting with amusement when you meet them.

“It’s been recalibrated,” he says, handing back your mouse. “Just give it a few minutes.”

Your fingertips brush over his palm when you accept the object, and even this blink of contact has your heart performing an elaborate hopscotch routine across the plane of your chest.

It’s either your mom, or…

“Thank you,” you mumble, finally retrieving your larynx from the bottom of the Atlantic.

“Anytime,” Felix returns, and you know he means it. “You need a duo, by the way?"

“Yes, please.”

He gives you a warm smile at this, and there’s a hint of something else—something new—in the curve of his lips. “Give me two.” And he’s gone as quickly as he'd come.

You will never know how Felix slips his phone out of his pocket the second he emerges from your room, his pulse hounding his ears as he turns a nervous gaze upon his screen.

There is now a supersonic blur of messages saturating your chatroom, a colorful cacophony of moving emotes and capital letters, but he is focused wholly on the person in front of the camera and how you slowly lift a hand to your mouth, deathly silent despite your every viewer demanding your comment on the matter, your sanguine cheeks visible even through the gaps of your fingers.

That is all he needs to know.

Felix sinks into the leather of his gaming chair and bends to power on his computer. Only after a deep breath blows past his lips does his smile start to stretch into a grin, every bit as embarrassed as it is relieved.

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𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: meeting your long distance boyfriend over a ranked match of mortal kombat wasn't the typical meet cute you'd always dreamed of, but it seemed to work out perfectly.

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: descriptions of mortal kombat gore, phone sex, long distance relationships, SMUT, no protection (please use protection.), the angst that comes with having a partner over three hours away. probably spelling errors. no descriptions of the reader other than she has her nipples pierced.

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: as soon as i saw that erik plays mortal kombat on my first watch, i immediately fan girled as somebody who's been a hardcore mortal kombat fan since i was like ten, this is the result of a hyperfixation and somehow smashing out 11k words in two nights, enjoy!!

“FINISH HIM.”

“Oh, fuck you man.”

The angered words of your opponent rung through your headset, finally deciding to turn on the voice chat feature as the deep-voiced announcer finally called out your win. 

On the screen in front of you, you quickly mashed in the quick-timed combination to spur on Mileena’s fatality against the Scorpion that this stranger was playing as.

Watching with a satisfied grin, the 3D-modelled character stabbed the other in the head with her two sai, spinning his head a few times before ripping it off in a satisfying conclusion to the randomly matched online battle. 

Whoever it was on the other end of the match, they seemed unsatisfied to take the loss elegantly, letting out a small string of muttered curses. 

“Uh uh, no way, that was bullshit.”

You hadn’t yet turned on your own mic, and a majority of the time you wouldn’t bother to accept the requests of rematches, but your curiosity was peaked as this person seemed so intent on trying to beat you again. 

ErikTheInkman.

Boring username, you thought, but based on the stats displayed under his username, he played frequently, just as you did. 

It couldn’t hurt to play a few more rounds and get a few more wins under your belt to potentially rank up, and he did seem pretty intent on trying to beat you.

Finally clicking the X on your controller to accept the rematch, you reselected Mileena in the character menu, just as you always did.

Of course, you dabbled in other characters, but she had always been your favorite, the one you sunk the most hours into learning to perfection, her move sets and combos ingrained deeply in your head. 

The newest Mortal Kombat was barely over a year old. Still, in that time you’d managed to rank up a hefty amount, sinking hours into your gameplay to unlock the cosmetics and even delving into buying some of the DLC they’d released.

You watched your opponent reselect Scorpion, seemingly also preferring to stick to a certain character as was the norm for most of the other people you played online with. 

Selecting a randomly generated match was something you did slightly less often, usually choosing to play with friends, but with the trouble of most of your friends living in different time zones and none of them being awake for the time being, you bit the dust and went into a randomly selected match. 

The characters spoke their little introductory quips to one another, something you always enjoyed watching before a match to get into the headspace you wanted, before it began. 

As the announcer called out the beginning of the match with a deep-seated “Fight!” erik the inkman, or whatever I’m his username was, sprung into action immediately.

His technique was a bit sloppy at times, but nowhere near terrible, you still had to concentrate to hold your own against him, but as the match progressed you could see him getting pissed off from the way he played. 

Winning the first round with relative ease, you heard him key his mic back on as the second round started. 

“Are you fucking serious!”

It was nowhere near the first time you’d experienced the wrath of a man’s emotions when you played online matches, keeping your profile name fairly androgynous leading to a slight decline, but it was also the reason you usually chose to keep your mic off. 

Continuing on to the second round, you noted him continuing to talk while the two of you played, something that you could not stand, finding it to be extremely distracting while you tried to concentrate.

“Why are none of my combo’s working, My fucking controller is broken i swear to god.”

You didn’t care for anything he was saying, hardly even taking it in as you carefully and hastily let your muscle memory guide you as you played. 

Hitting an attack at a particularly well timed moment, you almost jumped in your seat in excitement as it triggered one of the particularly gore filled X-ray sequences, watching the 3D rendered Scorpion to be pummeled by your Mileena.

“Oh, Fuck off!”

With only a limited amount of health left in both of your characters, you could almost hear him mashing the buttons through his mic, finally feeling yourself reach your wits end as you felt your concentration slipping, tapping the button in your head seat to unmute your mic. 

“Shut the fuck up!”

Your voice seemed to quite him initially, leaving you with just enough time to hit a fatal blow onto his Scorpion, not even bothering to trigger a fatality when the announcers booming voice spoke out, letting his character simply fall to the ground as the timer finished. 

Letting out a deep sigh, you adjusted your cross legged position on your gaming chair, realising that your sigh had been audible from the mic you’d forgotten to put back on mute. 

“Just, jesus dude. Calm down, it’s not that serious.”

You left it at that, not waiting for a response as you exited the match and finding yourself back on the main menu of the game, deciding this was a good time to take a break as any, feeling almost as if you’re blood pressure had risen just from that interaction. 

Holding up your phone, you leaned back in your chair and tried to check to see if any of your friends had messaged on discord, finding no new notifications present on the menu screen. 

Only able to let out another sigh, you chose instead to scroll through instagram, looking over whatever came up in your screen, family and friends posts flying across the page as you flicked through them mindlessly. 

The sound of a notification through your headset turned your attention away from your phone, seeing a notification popping up on the corner of the screen.

‘ErikTheInkMan has sent you a friend request.’

Furrowing your brows, you stared at the notification momentarily, confusion playing across your features and you leaned forward and clicked onto his profile.

A stereotypical profile picture of some crudely drawn skull was showing next to his username, along with his rank and stats.

Before you could look at anything else on his profile, a message popped up following the friend request. 

“GG.”

As you took a moment to scoff at the attitude of the guy who’d just sworn and basically had a tantrum, another message followed. 

“Sorry.” 

Look, even if it was only one word, there was at least some part of you that appreciated the apology, almost taking pity for the guy who probably just got a little bit too heavily invested in his gaming like a lot of people did.

Maybe that’s why you accepted his friend request. 

The acception of his friend request was the last thing you’d done before one of your friends finally messaged you to let you know they were getting on the game, starting the process of queuing up with them, forgetting all about the angry stranger for the rest of the night.

Relative nothingness seemed to follow for the rest of that night, no more messages from him or any other attempt of a rematch. 

Not until the next day at least, when you’d gotten home from work and decided to blow off some steam by jumping in again, knowing how unlikely it was that any of your friends would actually be online, but you still wanted something to do.

So when roughly fifteen minutes after you logged on, you got a message from ErikTheInkMan, asking if you wanted to play a couple more rounds, you accepted.

You don’t explicitly say yes, didn’t even respond to the message itself, simply sent him an invite that he responded to just as promptly, throwing the pair of you in a lobby to select your characters. 

Neither of you spoke at first, but as you scrolled across to select Mileena once more, you gambled a risk by unmuting yourself and speaking.

“Just don’t yell like a man child this time.”

When you said that, you immediately heard laughter ring through your headset, embarrassed laughter of somebody who’d made a fool out of themselves and knew it whole heartedly. 

“I really am sorry about that.” his voice began, having a softness to it you hadn’t had the chance to hear yet. 

“Most of the time people either don’t respond or they’re yelling back at me, kinda got a bit desensitised i guess?”

Letting out a small “Mhm.” you continued going forward with the match, the pair of you locking in your characters and continuing forward. 

You couldn’t have known you both would have continued on for hours playing, eventually delving into a conversation of light playful jabs, making each other laugh as your matches grew more casual, rolling with the even mix of wins and losses on both sides. 

“I’m gonna get you this time, watch out.” 

He spoke with an audible smile, actively in the middle of knocking off a large amount of your health bar through a series of combo’s 

“Oh sure, you can try, but you’re hopeless.”

You’re response only let out a low laugh on his part.

“Oh you’re in for it now.”

The time spent in countless matches seemed to offset your initial meeting all together, now finding yourself getting nothing but sheer enjoyment out of the banter the pair of you shared. 

So much so that by the time you’d actually spared a glance at your clock for the first time tonight, you’d let out a small “Oh shit.” with a laugh.

“What is it?” he enquired, that same audible smile present in his tone.

“I should have gone to bed like, two hours ago.”

As you both laughed at your realisation, you listened as he seemed to check his own time.

“Shit, same here. I have to open tomorrow, we fucked up.”

Your mind wandered for a moment thinking what he might do, a question that might have to be left for next time you spoke, if there even was a next time at the very least.

“Alright, well, i’m gonna head off then.” you kept your tone kind, not immediately offering to play again with him, just keeping it open enough without shutting it down completely.

“Wait, do you have discord?” 

His immediate enquiry made you feel the slightest bit shy, a smile coming to your face as you laughed softly.

“Yeah, i’ll message you my tag.” 

Going into the messages feature of the game, you double checked it on your other monitor, already having had it open from the beginning of the night, and typed out your tag for him to look you up. 

“There you go, okay, i really have to get to bed now though.” you laughed through your words, finishing up your conversation with a mutual good night and exited the game, turning off your pc and getting ready for bed. 

Neglecting to check your phone until the next morning, you’d seen the notification from discord, the banner reading that a friend request had been sent your way, the time reading to only a few minutes after you’d fallen asleep the night before. 

Still named as ‘eriktheinkman’ on discord, his profile picture was still of a macabre nature, some sort of sketched picture of a snake across a dagger, potentially drawn by him? you weren’t entirely sure.

Taking the plunge and sending the first message wasn’t something you’d usually do, but it was all you could think about as you could ready for work, taking only a few seconds to type out a quick “good morning :)” before promptly putting the phone face down on your kitchen counter. 

By the time you’d gotten a response, you were already at work, maybe he was a few hours behind you? you hadn’t asked specifically where he was from but he clearly had an american accent, what if he was canadian? maybe you hadn’t picked it the accent correctly.

You’d sat down at your lunch break roughly an hour after initially seeing the notification, finally opening it up to see what he’d sent in response.

“morning. how’d you sleep?” 

It was a standard response obviously, mundane yet still left you with butterfly’s in your stomach, something so simple.

“not bad, still managed to wake up to my alarms lol.”

You hadn’t expected such a prompt response, seeing his profile become active within less than thirty seconds before you could see him start typing.

“wish i was in the same boat. was late to work, client was already waiting.”

Smiling to your screen, you tried to guess what he might do for a living, imagining a plethora of different things in your head as you watched him start typing again before you could even respond.

“we should play again tonight if you’re not busy.”

his lack of any smiley faces seemed fitting to the person you’d already gotten to know, being an avid user of emoji’s and hearts amount other things yourself, it was odd to see, but already didn’t seem out of character for him. 

“i don’t think i am, i finish work at 6:30, it’s like 3 now for me.”

Now with the understanding he’d woken up late specifically, you wondered if your guess about him being a few hours behind you was still correct, your mind brimming with the possibilities of where he was from. 

“oh okay, that works, it’s around 2 for me now, i should be finishing up at 6 as long as my boss doesn’t pull any shit.”

There was your answer, only roughly an hour behind you.

The thought made you giddy for some reason, maybe just excitement at the idea of meeting a potential friend that actually lived in the same continent as you, much less potentially only being a few states away.

“sounds perfect :)” 

Just as quickly as it started, your lunch break was over, sentencing you back to your job which awaited you with open arms, unable to keep your thoughts away from erik the ink man, as you’d come to start calling him in your head. 

The night when you came home and jumped back onto Mortal Kombat within only minutes of walking through the door, a night of even more laughter and playful insults that you knew now were done innocently, seemed to have kickstarted a long distance friendship between you and erik, coming to know each other by name. 

As the months drew onward, it got to the point you were talking to erik almost every day, messaging him on your lunch break to complain about annoying customers, he’d do the same when he had the free time during his shifts, joking about the people that would come in asking him for infinity symbols, or sleeves consisting of lions, roses and clocks. 

His dry humour was the best part of your day, the way he’d poke fun at you and send sarcastic comments your way that only made you laugh and playfully insult him back. 

Even when you were just cooking dinner, you’d end up calling him over discord and filling him in about your day while he either closed up the shop for the night or while he laid down on his couch absentmindedly playing something else. 

It was a sense of peace to the end of your days, being able to chat with somebody you grew to consider a close friend, as well as having a gaming buddy that actually lived reasonably on par with your time zone.

When he’d first mentioned off handedly that he finished off a tattoo that’d been a few sessions in the making that day, instead of sending it to you over discord like he usually did, he told you to just look him up on instagram, stating that it was easier.

You weren’t even entirely sure what you were expecting your friend to look like, never having conjured up some image of him in your head previously, so going from a blank slate to the tatted up, dark haired and blue eyed guy in the photo, happily tattooing away, well it was a bit of an unexpected jump. 

“I guess it’s only fair you actually see what i look like now.” you’d mused to him, following the instagram that he’d sent to you, waiting for him to notice the notification.

It’d only taken about a minute and a half till you received a follow back. 

“You’re such a fucking nerd.” erik mused, only stirring a laugh from deep within you, no doubt seeing the pictures of your gaming set up and the pictures from within the comic book store you worked at, goofy faces made with your coworkers. 

“Shut up.” was all you’d been able to respond with, now having such a different type of feeling now that you actually knew what the person behind the voice looked like.

Of course you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive, not that you’d ever admit that out loud. 

Every little sarcastic jab you threw at each other that felt like it carried even the slightest bit of flirting was now making you want to blush and hide your face like an idiot, always thankful that erik couldn’t actually see you. 

“I’m coming for you now.” 

Going from Mortal Kombat to a series of different games was now something you did quite often with erik, finding that you actually shared quite a few in common, finding that Dead by Daylight was a semi common one that you’d both suggest on the days where you gamed together.

“If you hook me i’ll moan.” you jokingly threatened, your mouth curling into a grin as you controlled your character, weaving over pallets and rounding corners as the killer erik was playing as found itself hot on your trail.

“Now i absolutely wanna hook you.” he responded, his killer gaining on your survivor at an alarming rate that had you letting out a little squeal.

“Oh get off my ass!” you laughed, there were still two other survivors he could be gunning for, but it made too much sense that he was targeting you specifically.

“Hmm, no. I was that ass specifically.”

His response only had you rolling your eyes, letting out a groan of annoyance when he downed you, his character picking yours up and walking towards one of the hooks that was close by. 

“No come onnn, let me cut a deal with you please.” you put on a mockingly begging tone, trying to button mash to get out of his killers hold. 

“You can’t whore your way out of this one.” he laughed through his words, hooking your character with no hesitation, the scream cutting through your headset as you put your controller down with a huff, only able to watch helplessly as the entitiy’s claws murdered your character.

“That was rigged, i refuse to accept that.”

“Now who’s having a tantrum?”

He was laughing just as much as you were as you watched the rest of the game play out, letting out a satisfied cheer when the last survivor escaped through the hatch, unable to be caught and murdered by erik’s killer.

“Yes! fuck you! that’s what you get!”

What had started as playful, slightly flirty insults initially, seemed to delve a bit deeper as time went on, going from unserious to being rooted in something unspoken between the pair of you. 

Now at the level of sending stupid little selfies to each other throughout the day, it’d been you who’d seemed to pull the first official check mate of whatever it was going on between you two.

You’d been getting out of the shower when your phone first vibrated, holding the towel wrapped around your body with one hand as you opened up discord to see him making a stupid face, obviously laying in bed judging by the messy hair and pillow behind his head. 

Obviously you could have waited until you got dressed to send something back, gotten into your pajamas and sent a similar selfie back from the comfort of your own bed. 

But you didn’t. 

Not even 100% certain of what you were doing, the sudden burst of confidence (potentially mixed with how goddamn pretty he looked in the initial selfie he sent you) seeming to prompt you to take a photo of yourself using the mirror, smiling softly as your wet hair and towel around your body was shown just enough to convey you’d only just stepped out of the shower 

At first, it’d taken him a little bit to respond, your anxiety was already telling you that you’d pushed it a bit too far, that this was the part where he ignored the picture or let you down easily, after five minutes of freaking out, you felt your phone vibrate again, opening the message hastily. 

“not even gonna lie, kind of wish you sent me that while you were still in the shower but i’ll take it.” 

He was still being playful, but it seemed like you were both in the same page, a mutual agreement now that there was definitely more to the flirting and the comments than just gaming buddies being silly.

Initially you stared at his message, biting your lip and now feeling completely unsure what to do from here, the sudden burst of confidence now entirely overshadowed by anxiety.

Before you could think to type anything or send another image, you watched an image begin to load up from erik, almost dropping your phone when you looked at it.

He’d obviously decided to take another selfie, his faded t shirt and boxers clearly in frame now, only seeing his mouth in the photo pulled into a slight smirk.

The clear image of his boxers also very clearly showed him half hard, the tartan pattern seeming to show every little detail through the thin material.

This was it, permission sent clear as day on his end, whatever it was that was about to happen between the two of you, he was giving you the green flag.

Overthinking the image more than you probably needed to, taking a moment to toy with the angles, you eventually settled on an image of yourself with the towel now falling a little bit more, your face slightly more in view than it was previously, sticking you tongue out in a mischievous way.

As opposed to previously, erik’s response after you sent the image came in much quicker this time, already seeming to make his frustration known.

“you’re making it really hard to be miles away right now.”

That was soon followed by a picture that was fairly similar than before, only difference being that why had initially been a half hard tent in his boxers was now standing far more, his hand resting on his stomach.

You could have done nothing but send photos back and fourth to each other all night, make it a painfully slow process, but there was definitely a build up that needed to be addressed, the comments you’d been throwing at each other for weeks now were starting to boil over, there wasn’t any room left to wait.

When you called him, he answered within a single ring, already hearing how deeply he was breathing. 

“You’re trouble.” were the first words out of his mouth, breathless and hurried. 

“Let me see you.” 

Calling him seemed to have opened the floodgates, any and all but if coyness and subtlety now thrown out the window and discarded by the both of you.

When you pulled your phone away and turned on your camera, the image of him soon followed, you’re smiling face being all the was in frame, biting your lip.

“Hi.” you whispered, unsure why, considering you lived alone, but he didn’t seem to mind, only smiling back at you as he slowly sat up in bed.

“If you don’t show me what’s under that towel, i’m gonna fucking burst.” 

His words felt like fire over your skin, it felt the slightest bit odd, about to show yourself to someone you’d never even met in the flesh, yet all with the comfort of how well you’d come to know him. 

Biting your lip to try and hide your smile, you held up your phone to show more of your body, now holding the towel across your chest, otherwise letting it hang loosely, hiding the parts of yourself that you knew he wanted to see. 

Even through the phone, you could hear his breathing get deeper and rougher, see the way his brows furrowed a bit as his eyes raked over your body with a laser focus. 

“Shit.” he whispered, seeming to sport a bit more confidence than you currently were, pulling his phone away from his face to show how he was currently palming himself through his boxers, no hesitation present on his features at all as his mouth fell open.

“I-I’ve never done this before.” you spoke, breaking the silence but showing no intentions of stopping your teasing, just finding yourself slightly unsure of what exactly you should be doing right now, overthinking what exactly it might be that he wanted you to do.

“Yeah? Me neither.” his words were a delicious mix of a huskiness and a grunt that had you already pressing your legs together “it’s okay, it’s okay.. just.. i’ll tell you what to do.. if you don’t wanna go any further, just say the word. okay?” 

God he was so sweet, so considerate, it only made you want to do this even more, wanted to see him touching himself to the sight of you, knowing how badly he wanted you. 

Nodding, you tilted your head and smiled, the innocent look on your face already having an evident effect on erik as he watched you through his phone, squeezing his cock through the fabric of his boxers as he moved his hand to slip under the waist band and start to play with himself lazily. 

“Need to see those tits, please baby.” 

The way he asked, begged to see you had you already starting to feel weak, like your stomach was doing cartwheels, barely even leaving you enough brain power to concentrate on letting the towel drop away from your breasts, using your now free’d hand to squeeze them for him, running your fingers so softly along the underside, running across your flesh in a way that seemed to spur an audible groan from him, especially when he saw the barbells that sat through your nipples, watching as his eyes locked into them immediately. 

“Jesus, when were you gonna tell me about those..” 

For a moment you were too sheepish to even speak, running your thumb over the peaks and letting out soft pants through your open mouth. 

“Not really an easy thing to just mention out of nowhere.” you laughed softly, watching as he shook his head softly, seemingly sharing your sentiment of being lost for words. 

“Fuck, you have no clue how much i’ve thought about you like this.”

Biting back a shy smile, you shut your eyes and let your mouth fall open as you run your hand along the soft flesh of your tits. Knowing that you were producing that much of a reaction from Erik purely from him seeing these parts of you, it would have been a lie if you’d said the feeling wasn’t a little bit addictive.

“Pinch em’ a little, please baby, just like that.”

His words caused your eyes to open back up, seeing that his face was now contorting into a mural of different expressions, the struggle to keep his eyes open visible on his face as he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. 

As much as you were shy, the idea of doing these things in front of a camera making you feel weak, the adrenaline was out weighing it completely, the image on your phone screen of Erik pulling down his boxers with one hand, all to reveal..

“Oh my god, is that-“

The silver ball’s of the curved barbell sitting snugly inside the reddened tip of his cock caught the light of the camera and glinted softly in the dark room he was in.

Your words brought a croaked laugh out of his chest, turning the camera back to his face and smiling as you could see his shoulder moving while he pumped himself slowly and lazily. 

“Guess I can't give you any shit for not mentioning hidden piercings now..”

All you could do was nod your head and let out a small “uh huh”, already feeling hypnotised by the sight of him running his thumb over his tip that was met by the silver ball of the barbell. 

“Fuckin’ hurt like a bitch, worth it though.”

His chesty laugh sounded like liquid velvet to your ears, it made it seem like this wasn’t real at all, like you were just having a wet dream about someone you’d come to consider one of your best friends and that you were gonna wake up any second and you’d be back to nothing except flirty remarks and unspoken attraction. 

Except this was definitely real, when he turned the camera back to his face, his mouth hanging open and his chest rising and falling deeply, you knew your own brain was incapable of conjuring up an image like that. 

“Let me see those pretty tits again, don’t be selfish.”

You knew he wasn’t being genuine with his remark about you being selfish, it only made you smile more, bringing your phone back to an angle where both your face and torso could be seen, continuing to play with them for him, trying to hardest to put on a show, a private one that was purely for yours and his eyes. 

“Erik..” you practically mewled his name out, your voice shaky and unstable, only seeming to get more of a reaction out him, his shoulder moving in a way that signalled he was starting to pump himself faster. 

“Fucking- god, say my name again.” 

When you repeated his name, letting it come out similar to a prayer to a god, breathing it out so that it sounded like some sort of arcane word that had unknown power over him. 

You watched his eyes squeeze shut and his head fall back on his pillow, his mouth hanging open as he continued to let out a series of throaty groans that rose and fell in pitch at a rapid pace. 

“Holy shit, holy shit.”

Knowing that something as simple as saying his name could have this much a reaction from him, the power you held, it just made your mind swim with the possibilities of what it would be like if he was here with you right now, or you with him. 

You pictured laying down on his bed, making a mess of his grey coloured sheets as he took you from behind, how it would feel to have his strong hands gripping your hips as he pounded into your womb at an unforgiving place.

When your hand had made it’s way down to your clit, you couldn’t even remember, too wound up in chasing your own release to even try and keep track of how long you’d both been sitting here watching each other play with yourselves. 

All you were aware of was how close you were, letting the thoughts of what you’d let him do to you drive the rest of the fantasy in your mind, the idea of him putting that pierced dick inside you and filling you up to the brim with his cum seeming to do the job perfectly, feeling the tightness in your stomach begin to wind itself together.

“Erik, Erik, i think i’m gonna cum.”

“Yes baby, please, fuck i wish i was there, i wanna cum inside you so much, oh my- fuck!”

His own noises were cut off my silence as you watched him seem to still for a moment, only to start moving again at a much slower place, his head rising up while he suddenly began to make noises again, coming out as high pitched cries he seemed to cum all over his belly from what you could see as the camera started to fall out of frame, rolling up to show half of his face and the wall behind him. 

It hadn’t been long for you to follow, the sounds he made proving to be the perfect final little bit of a push you needed in order to be plunged into the cooling pool of an orgasm that had your toes curling and your thighs shaking. 

Falling back from your position sitting on the edge of the bed, you felt your back hit the blankets and stared up at the ceiling as you started to come down from your high, suddenly becoming aware of the fact your heart beat was pounding in your own head, shutting your eyes and just letting the sound of your own panting be accompanied by the sounds of Erik’s own coming from your phone.

You must have sat there for at least another thirty seconds or so, cause eventually you heard Erik’s words coming out with soft laughter. 

“You still alive?” he asked, only just now realising your phone had been abandoned next to you, no doubt now facing your ceiling. 

“No.” you responded, only resulting in another laugh ringing out from him as you finally sat up, grabbing your phone and rolling onto your stomach, holding it back up so you could Erik again, who was now standing once more and seemingly cleaning his own release off his stomach with a tissue. 

“Must’ve died and gone to heaven.” 

You let your face fall forward onto the blanket as you laughed at his words, looking back up to see him looking at the camera once more and smiling softly, looking at you as if you were a piece of art. 

At first there was nothing but silence as you watched him sit back down on his bed, running a hand over his face briefly, as if you were waiting for each other to speak first and address what just happened. 

“What did we just do?” you asked, letting a sigh leave your lips and your brows furrowing as a confused smile crossed your features.

“Well, i hope i’m correct in assuming this..” he began “But i think we just did something that was a long time coming.” 

Looking at you expectantly, you waited for a moment before nodding, embarrassment suddenly flooding through you as you realised how long you’d both let this play out because you were both just too stupid to communicate. 

“Yeah, that checks out.” you laughed, standing up and letting the phone rest on your night stand as you pulled out your drawer and grabbed a pair of pajamas to get closed into it, pulling a pair of shorts on and stepping back into frame as you pulled a shirt over yourself. 

“Careful, my dicks still really sensitive, don’t start her back up again.” he joked, making a pretend pained face as you smiled, his sense of humor seeming to have come back after the post orgasm clarity. 

“Her?” you questioned with a smile, only for him to nod. 

“Of course.” he responded as if it was obvious. 

-

A long distance relationship wasn’t something you’d ever thought about in great detail, at least not before Erik; yet it was something that just seemed to work perfectly for the two of you, for the most part. 

There wasn’t a whole lot of change in routine, other than your gaming sessions and late night phone calls finishing up with “I love you”s and occasionally more instances of the two of you getting off over video call.

It was quickly evident just how insatiable the both of you were, sending Erik photos with your shirt pulled up while he was at work knowing how much it was going to drive him crazy, just the same for him to send you videos late at night of him lazily jerking off when you didn’t have time to call him. 

There’s only so much that can be done when you lived at least three or four states away, when the video calls weren’t enough anymore, you graduated up to remote control toys, a vibrator he could control using his phone, which he had used more than once to get the upper hand during a match. 

“Oh, eat a dick!” you’d yelled with a laugh, practically bouncing in your gaming chair as your team got the upper hand, ready to secure yet another win against the team he’d been playing against. 

Yeah well, it’s all fun and games until he decides to turn it all the way up out of nowhere, a soft shriek leaving your lips as you feel yourself flying forward, the hands holding your controller beginning to shake as a bruising amount of vibration descends upon your clit. 

“That’s not fairrrr!” you’d whine, turning to look at the screen where you had your webcams set up, only seeing Erik grinning like a smug idiot as he puts his phone down and picks his controller back up. 

That’s also great, amazing actually, but it gets to a point. 

When that point is almost eight months into officially being a couple, finally being introduced to his siblings when they poke their heads into frame, waving to them and letting Erik introduce you officially as his girlfriend who just happens to live over a thousand miles away. 

His sister followed you on instagram, already starting a steady routine of sending you funny reels and replying to your posts with hearts and smiley faces. 

His brother seemed to love you, always being heard asking if he could say hi in the background when you were talking to Erik, each and every time making an effort to ask you how you were going, the biggest sweetheart you’d ever met in your life. 

You hadn’t been there when Erik had told his parents about you, but you had gotten a text from him to let you know that his mother and father really wanted to meet you, or at least, talk to you over a video call. 

No matter how much he reassured you that you had no reason to be nervous, that he’d already shown his parents pictures of you and gushed non stop to the point that they already were voicing how excited they were to finally talk to you, you were still pacing back and forth while you waited for Erik to call you. 

Absolutely nothing in this world could have prepared you for how amazing his parents were, how kind they had been, the way they’d smiled so brightly when you started the call like they were more excited to see you than even Erik was. 

When Erik’s father had patted him on the shoulder, gushing about how happy he was that his son had found such a nice girl and how proud he was. 

You knew Erik liked to put on a tough guy front, but the way he smiled while his father praised him, the sight warmed your heart in such a way that you’d never felt before. 

His mother was the sweetest woman you’d ever had the pleasure of speaking to, asking you so intently about yourself, it hadn’t taken long for you to just fall absolutely in love with the rest of Erik’s family just as much as you were head over heels in love with him. 

Maybe that was why the distance had finally started to get to you, the desperation to feel something as simple as holding his hand but knowing that you couldn’t, it had started to boil over for you, coming to a head at the end of one of your many phone calls. 

“Alright, i gotta go to bed baby, it’s already so late.” he laughed, hearing the soft shuffling of him rolling over in bed. 

The time on your clock read close to 1:30 AM, not an unusually late time for you guys to finish your calls, but you knew he had to open the shop tomorrow, you knew he needed to actually be up at a reasonable hour. 

You really did just wanna say good night, tell him you’d see him in the morning, but the words couldn’t bring themselves to come out, all you could do was sniffle softly as you felt tears welling up in your eyes.

“Baby?” he asked, concern already starting to lace his voice when you didn’t respond, even more so when he could hear that you were audibly in the brink of tears. 

“I hate this..” you whispered with a shaken voice, rubbing your eye with your sleeve as you felt tears already starting to stream down your cheeks. 

“What’s wrong? talk to me, are you okay?”

While it took you a moment to find the words, only able to release a small number of pathetic sobs as you could hear the way your boyfriend was starting to panic over the phone, you finally spoke, gathering yourself so that you could relieve him from the anxiety of wondering why you’d seemingly started crying out of nowhere.

“I just wanna hold you, I wanna hold your hand. We’re gonna hang up this call and i’m just going to lay down in this bed alone knowing your over a thousand miles away and there’s nothing i can do about it.”

Your words were wobbly, a vomit of feelings you’d spent the last few weeks bottling up, only to now all come out at once like an opening of floodgates that you couldn’t find the strength to get a handle on. 

At first you were worried about how he was going to respond, already imagining all of the things he might say in response to your sudden rant, when he was already tired and needed to go to bed. 

Letting out a sigh, he spoke.

“I know.” he began, his tone taking on a much more vulnerable tone than you’d expected, his voice coming in an octave higher than it was before. 

“I hate it too, god, you have no idea how much i just wanna hold you, it’s been getting to me too baby.” 

His words only seemed to bring on more tears, your face falling into your hands, all you wanted was to lay your head on his chest and cry it out, but you couldn’t even do that.

“We’re gonna get there soon okay? I’ve already been talking to my dad about trying to get time off work, it just needs to be planned, that’s all.”

Letting out one more pathetic little sniffle, you nodded your head, even if it was just a phone call, wiping your tears one more time as you tried to find something to say.

“I love you, you know that right?”

His words made a weak laugh bubble up from your stomach, always loving the way it sounded when he said it, always making you feel better straight away.

“I love you too.” you breathed.

“I’ll call you as soon as I can tomorrow, but you need to sleep baby, I can tell you’re tired.” 

You could hear the smile on his words as he offered you comfort, only able to wish him a goodnight and a good day at work tomorrow before you finally hung up the call for the night rolled over to try and get some sleep. 

-

When you’d gotten the phone call from Bobby, you’d initially thought that maybe something had happened, why exactly would he be calling you directly and not just either messaging you or getting Erik to call you; nonetheless, you answered.

“Hey Bobby, everything okay?”

You’re next best suspicion was that this call most definitely had something to do with the fact that Erik’s birthday was coming up in a few weeks, maybe he needed a hand with picking something, or he wanted to see what you were thinking of getting him, not that you could really send a lot unless you had it shipped. 

Just as quickly as you’d spoke, you heard Julia’s voice come through, realising quickly you were on speaker phone with the pair of siblings. 

“How soon can you get time off work?” 

With that conversation, a devious plan by Erik’s two siblings was set in motion, his mother partially being involved, they explained. 

All that you had to do was give them a time where you would be free and not working, and Brenda would book you a plane ticket. 

“We’re gonna give him the best birthday present of his whole goddamn life.”

-

The flight had been almost three hours, the final step in a two and half week long plan to hide any and all hints that you were going to be flying out from your boyfriend. 

It was already arranged that Julia was going to pick you up from the airport under the guise of running out to get a few things for the little party that the family had planned, all you had to do was make sure that your flight didn’t crash horribly and everything would be fine. 

You’d lied through your teeth when Erik had called you that morning, explaining that you were going out to go see some family and that there wasn’t any service where they lived, which he promptly bought completely and without question. 

He had no reason to doubt you of course, it was a reasonable enough excuse to have your phone off, considering it had already happened before when you went to visit family in the past. 

With Erik more than thoroughly distracted with the celebration for his birthday underway, as well as your flight finally landing, it was only going to be less than an hour before you were finally standing face to face with your boyfriend for the first time ever. 

The thought alone was already making your hands shake as you walked through the terminal dragging your suitcase behind you. 

When Julia had spotted you, you’d both been unable to hide back the squeals you let out as you embraced each other, already over the moon with finally being able to greet Erik’s sister, who’d come to embrace you wholeheartedly as a friend. 

“Oh I can’t wait to see the look on his fucking face!” she’d mused, taking your hand immediately and guiding you through the rest of the terminal and out into the massive parking lot where she’d helped load your suitcase into the trunk. 

The drive was by no means helping your nerves, knowing that with every meter you crossed you were getting closer and closer, even just knowing that Erik was only a thirty or so minute drive and not a whole set of states away? it was making you feel giddy and nauseous all at the same time somehow. 

Your knee was bouncing incessantly as the tall buildings began to slowly morph into suburbia, houses with bright green lawns flying past your window. 

You had no idea which house was the Campbells, so it was just a waiting game of when the car was going to slow down, your heart beating at a pace that made you feel like it was going to burst out of your chest and you’d die from a heart attack before you even got the chance to finally meet your boyfriend in the flesh. 

“I don’t know if i can do this.” you blurted out, fear evident on your face as you turned to Julia who only burst out laughing at the look on your face. 

“You’re gonna be totally fine!l she encouraged, taking a hand off the steering wheel to rub your shoulder. 

“Erik on the other hand? he might piss his pants.” 

Just as she said that, you felt the car slowing down, a house coming into view which she turned the car towards, pulling into the gravel driveway, which promptly made you feel like you were going to start hyperventilating.

Never before had you felt so much anxiety, yet at the same time wanted to break the window down and sprint to the front door and kick it open. 

So many stupid thoughts began to flood your brain, what if you didn’t look the same as you did on camera and he didn’t like you? What if he suddenly decided he didn’t want to be your boyfriend anymore? 

You hadn’t even realised you’d just been sitting there staring at the house in silence with a panicked look on your face until Julia spoke. 

“I just texted Bobby, we’re ready to go.” she grinned at you, unbuttoning her seatbelt and shimmying her shoulders at you excitedly. 

“Are you ready?” she asked, only finding yourself able to nod silently as you exited her car, pulling your suitcase out of the back seat and approaching the door at Julia’s side with shaky hands. 

Exchanging one more look, Julia grinned as she knocked on the door softly, being greeted by Bobby’s grinning face as he pulled you in for a quick hug. 

“Oh my god, you’re real!” he spoke with hushed excitement. 

You could already hear music coming from the backyard as the siblings began to sneak you through the door like you were a secret package that needed to be delivered without detection. 

“Okay, they’re in the backyard, let’s move.” Bobby spoke to you, letting Julia walk ahead and out to the backyard carrying the supplies she’d apparently been sent out to get. 

With a hand on your back, Bobby guided you to the backyard, light greeting you as you looked around frantically, spotting every member of the Campbell family one by one before finally landing on the back of a band shirt and a head of dark hair fiddling away with the grill. 

“Erik!” Julia called out, looking at you briefly with a grin “I got your present while i was out!” 

“Uh huh.” he responded, barely paying attention to his sisters words as he continued tinkering with the machine, not turning around just yet.

You felt like you were gonna be sick any second, jesus, turn around Erik, turn around. 

As if he’d heard your telepathic command, he turned to look at his sister, a bored look in his face as he expected to receive some sort of stock standard last minute present. 

The very second his eyes met you own, you’re terrified smile beaming at him from only a few meters away, his reaction wasn’t really that far off from what you expected.

“Oh my fucking god!” his voice was loud, his hands coming to tangle in his hair as he looked across at you like you weren’t real for a few seconds before he looked over at his sister. 

“Are you serious?!” 

You knew it wasn’t a bad yell, that he was probably just in shock, hell, you’d had hours to process this and you felt like you were still in shock yourself. 

Tears started flooding your eyes as soon as you heard his voice for the first time not coming out of the phone, when it seemed to dawn on both of you that you were here standing in front of him, physically here. 

Without hesitation, Erik only muttered one more quick “Fuck off.” astonishment still clear on his face as you both bee lined it for one another, crashing into each other so quickly you almost knocked each other over. 

There was no chance of holding back your sobs, loud and embarrassing but you couldn’t find it in you to care, you were finally holding him in your arms and you had absolutely no intention of letting go. 

“Holy shit, Holy shit.” his words were muffled from where his face had found itself tucked into the crook of your neck, still wobbled enough to where you could tell that he was also fighting back tears. 

Swaying in each other's arms to the point that you almost fell over more than once, you didn’t want to risk pulling away, fearing that you’d pull away and he’d no longer be there in front of you. 

Finally being able to pull away and look up at him, you could see how puffy his blue eyes already were, using your sleeves to reach up and wipe them away for him, the pair of you both laughing through your tears. 

“Happy birthday.” was all you could manage to croak out, letting yourself be cut off by the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, pulling you in as he leaned down to finally lay a deep kiss on your lips, something you’d both been itching to feel for months now. 

He tasted like the beer he’d been drinking, and his stubble tickled your lip but you couldn’t find it in you to care in the slightest, only feeling so completely and utterly overjoyed to finally be inhaling his scent and feeling his lips against yours. 

Pulling away, he pulled you against his chest all over again, letting you wrap your arms around his middle as he rested his chin on the top of your head. 

“I fucking hate you guys so much.” he laughed, the family erupting into laughter at his comment. 

-

The entire span of Erik’s birthday celebration had been spent by his side, not allowed to leave his side for even one second. 

When you’d been speaking with Bobby and Julia, he stood behind you with his arms around you and his chin resting on top of your head, and when you sat to finally have a proper meeting with his Dad, he sat by your side and kept his hand on your leg. 

He peppered your face with kisses as you both just stood there holding each other, letting you explain every step of the elaborate plan you and his entire family had hatched behind his back. 

“So you did this all behind my back, and still managed to keep it a secret?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief as you nodded.

Leaning forward to place yet another kiss on your forehead, he just smiled down at you like you were a gift from god.

By the time the celebrations were wrapping up, it was almost midnight, and everybody was more than tired enough to be pretty desperate to hit the hay. 

As you said your goodnights, gave his mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she told you how happy she was that you were finally here, you could see Erik coming over with your suitcase, an arm coming around your shoulder. 

“Let’s put this up in my room.” he sighed, obviously quite tired himself from the day. 

Heading up the stairs trailing behind Erik, you watched him open up his bedroom door and were finally greeted with the sight of the bedroom you’d only ever seen in the background of your video calls, seeing it in person hardly even felt real, finding yourself giddy all over again. 

Standing there in the middle of the room for a few seconds, it hadn’t been long before you felt arms wrapping around you from behind, Erik letting his forehead rest on the crook of your neck and he took a deep breath of your scent in, letting out a satisfied groan. 

“I still can’t believe you’re here.” he spoke, only making you smile brighter as you turned in his arms, facing him and letting your forehead rest against his own as you both closed your eyes. 

“I can’t believe it either.” 

Resting your hands on his cheeks, your eyes remained closed as you captured his lips in a soft kiss, just letting them rest there as his arms around tightened. 

As innocent as it started, it had only been a few seconds before Erik was already deepening the kiss, neither of you showing any form of hesitation as you began to embrace each other. 

His hands found their way to your waist, starting to squeeze at your flesh as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, the desperation you held for each other was finally able to reach its fullest form now that you were finally alone.

Opening your mouth up to him, you tasted the beer and cigarettes on his tongue, even the slight aftertaste of sweet birthday cake that had been cut up for everyone, exactly what you imagined he’d tasted like. 

In any other instance, you both would have taken your time, but it would have been stupid to assume that there would have been any kind of patience shared between you right now, Erik’s hands were already finding their way under your shirt, leading you to where his bed sat in the corner of the room.

As soon as the back of your knees hit the bed, you let yourself fall onto it with a soft laugh from Erik, his knee finding its way between your legs almost as if it was an instinct, like you knew each other's bodies perfectly even if this was the first time you’d even touched each other. 

The desperation shared between the two of you was borderline pornographic, gripping each other like you were going to fall away any second, Erik pulling away only for a second to tear off his shirt like it was burning his skin, before moving to his belt buckle with shaky hands. 

You worked at your own clothes, comfortable for the sake of the long flight, coming with the benefit of also being easy to remove. 

As Erik came back down, you were halfway through removing your shirt, something he was more than happy to help you with, throwing it onto the floor of his room with no regard as to where it landed. 

“I need you.” you whispered against his lips that had found their way back onto his own, his grip on you tightening in response to your words, almost so hard it hurt, a groan coming from deep within his throat. 

“I know.” he breathed out, his hands wasting no time before moving to the waistband of your pants, pulling at it until you raised your hips slightly off the mattress, leaving you laying there in nothing but a tank top and panties, a sight that had him simply staring down at you in silence, panting. 

He looked at you like you were made of clouds, like with just one more touch you’d fade away any second, this was more than just lust driven hunger, there was an unspoken need between the two of you, desperation to feel each other in a way you could only imagine until now. 

“There’s so much i want to do to you right now.” he huffed, running his fingers lightly against your chest, his hands coming to lazily grab at your tits, running his thumb against one of your hardened nipples that was now poking against the thin fabric of your tank top, only eliciting an open mouthed moan from you, a whimper that came out in a way you weren’t even conscious of. 

“But all I can think about is burying myself so deep inside you that you see stars.” 

His words, the image they out in your head, it had to keening for him and grinding your pussy against his knee like an animal in heat, but you couldn’t even find it in yourself to be self-conscious about it, you were just as desperate for him as he was for you, if the hard form now running against his jeans was anything to show. 

“Please, baby, please.” 

Your words had him gripping your legs tightly, pulling away from you only briefly, hooking his fingers into your panties to take them with him as he backed away, kneeling on the floor and pulling you harshly to the end of the bed.

Unable to hold back the small squeal as he pulled you and hooked your legs over his shoulders, you both found yourselves laughing like kids at a sleepover, his index finger coming to rest on your lips.

“Shut the fuck up, jesus.” he wheezed, leaning forward to give you one more quick kiss on the lips. 

“You gotta be quiet, can you do that for me?” he asked, leaving you to respond with a nod as you bit your lip, raising yourself on your elbows briefly to watch him sink his face between your legs. 

The second you even felt his stubble tickle your thighs, much less the feeling of his tongue licking a long stripe across your pussy, your head tipped back and your mouth fell open, a silent scream escaping as he dove in to devour you with little hesitation. 

Fuck, you’d waited so long for this, any thoughts you may have had about how this was going to feel were absolutely nothing compared to the real thing, nothing you could have conjured up in your mind was anywhere close to how earth-shattering it felt for him to run his tongue through your folds. 

The sounds were sloppy, ringing in your ears along with a choir of guttural moans coming from Erik’s end, like he’d been stuck in a desert for days and only just now had gotten his hands on water. 

He lapped at you like he didn’t want to waste a single drop of you, gripped your thighs so hard that you knew for a fact there was going to be red marks by the time you were done.

When his hands hooked under your knees, pushing them forward without warning so that they were nearly next to your ears, he pushed his tongue into you with no mercy, the feeling of him fucking you on his tongue having you feel like you were about gush right then and there.

For a moment or two, you could have literally sworn you went blind, a hand flying to your both to try and hide the absolutely pathetic sounds that were coming out of you, your other hand coming down to tangle through his soft dark hair. 

“Come on baby, cum on my face, fucking do it.”

His words of encouragement had been more than enough, paired with the feeling of his fingertips landing on your clit to rub fast and quick circles, his tongue going in and out of you, you felt your entire body still, your thighs instinctively trying to push together only to be held open by his strong hands. 

He kept going until you were pulling at his hair trying to get him to stop, letting out soft mewl’s of overstimulation, the muscles in your stomach were still turning, your pussy still pulsing by the time he came back up to be face to face with you.

His chin was glistening in what little light there was in his room, a grin on his face that matched his blown out eyes, so dark that they almost looked black. 

You couldn’t even form words, your orgasm had wrecked you so much that all you could do was let out little hums, kissing him lazily when he leaned down to take your mouth against his. 

As you made out with him, you already began to feel him running the tip of his cock against your folds, gliding along the flesh that was now absolutely soaked, so wet that you wouldn’t be surprised if you hardly even felt him slide in at first. 

“Can I put it inside you, please baby, please let me put it inside you..” 

He whispered and begged against your lips, the cold feeling of the metal from his prince albert against your sensitive clit already having you spasm softly underneath him. 

The only thing you could do was nod, finally opening your heavy lids to look up at him and just stare into his bright blue eyes that stared back down at you. 

You could tell how much he was holding himself back, letting his cock get swallowed up by your pussy, his mouth falling open as the warmth embraced him, a choked out moan falling from deep in his chest. 

Your hands came to rest on his cheeks once more, your foreheads connecting and eyes shutting tightly as he slowly let himself bottom out; as much as you’d always heard people describe it as feeling like they were literally molded for one another, you’d never actually taken it seriously. 

But now you knew exactly what they were talking about, when he finally sat completely inside you, his pelvis resting snugly against your own, it truly did feel like two puzzle pieces coming together, like you were completely filled by him in every meaning of the word, every crevice being filled in by him to complete satisfaction. 

Even you weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting there before he finally started to move his hips, it could have been seconds, it could have been minutes, but time just seemed to move differently when he was inside you, you fluttered around him, every time you did making his hips stutter. 

The pace he initially set was slow, but hard, barely even pulling out halfway before he pushed back in again, each time managing to hit that sweet spot deep inside you like he’d been doing it for years, like he was a master of his art. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, his forehead found itself resting against your collar bone as he thrusted into you repeatedly, rhythmic grunts and whimpers coming from him in time with each time he pushed it back in. 

“Erik, baby, please.. harder…”

There wasn’t anything else you could have said to have had him change up so quickly, a growl finding itself from deep within his chest as he rose up from his spot on your collar, his eyes appearing to be almost glazed over as he wasted no time beginning to increase the pace of his thrusts.

Looking up at him, he held himself up with one hand, using his other to hook under your knee once more, bringing one of your legs up so that he could begin hitting even deeper, at even more brutal speed, your hand immediately coming to grip his arm tightly as you let out a choked gasp. 

When you’d asked him to fuck you harder, you should have known that meant almost having the wind knocked from your stomach, small sounds leaving you in a way that you couldn’t control. 

He was pulling almost almost entirely out of you for each thrust now, his tip just on the border of falling out before he slammed back inside, a wet slapping sound ringing out with every single time he rammed himself back into you at a pace that had you beginning to see stars just as he’d said, now finding yourself unable to control the moans coming out of your mouth.

His hand that had been holding your leg flew to cover your mouth, silencing you only slightly as he stared down at you, shaky breaths coming out of him as he set an absolutely bruising pace, almost like as much as he was trying to keep you quiet, he was also just as determined to have you crying out his name for dear life. 

“Been wanting to be buried in this pussy for so long” he growled, his eyes squeezing shut “just fucked my hand and thought about nothing but this.” 

The words he was spouting paired with the brutal thrusts he was laying into you were almost too much, you felt yourself getting dizzy as your eyes seemed to almost roll into the back of your head. 

“Fuck, fuck, i’m gonna cum..” he warned, his thrusts getting shorter and shorter as he pulled out less with each, but only continuing to get faster and harder as he twitched inside you.

“Gonna fill this fucking pussy up? huh? fill you with my cum?” 

All you could manage was a nod, his hand pulling away from your mouth, both of them now gripping your hips and fucking you at a borderline merciless pace as you just laid there and took it.

With a sudden stop, and a few more slowed shallow thrusts, he shut his tightly, his cock twitching as he started to paint your insides with hot spurts of cum, his hips shaking as he rode out his own orgasm with short slow thrusts, gripping your hips so hard you knew you were likely going to have bruises the next morning. 

For a while, you just both laid there, his forehead coming to rest once more on your collar bone,  the pair of you covered in sweat and so tired out you could barely move. 

You knew you should get up, probably try to make some sort of effort to get cleaned up, but with the fact that you were both seemingly now paralysed, also mixed with the fact that being locked in each others arms was incredibly peaceful, all you could do was reach for the blanket that he’d been pushed astray by your initial activities, and pull it over the pair of you, settling into a comfortable enough position where he still sat inside you.

Stroking the back of his head softly, he let out a soft hum that communicated to you that he was definitely comfortable, just as you were, a smile coming to your face as you kissed the top of his head. 

“Gonna have to shower in the morning..” you whispered softly, only getting another small hum in return. 

“Good, i’ll be ready to do this all over again by then.” he chuckled softly, his head finally raising up to smile at you, leaning forward to catch your lips in a soft kiss. 

“Can’t wait.”

[zafill]

Haii, i saw your requests r open again!!

I wanted to ask if u could do streamer giyuu, reader and giyuu have been dating in secret so no one know about them,, but one day reader accidentally walks infront of the camera not knowing that he was streaming! How will it play out? What will giyuu do? What are his fans reaction?

Thank youu!! :3

''Wait… Who Was That?!"

THSISISI SO CUTIEEE ----------

The stream had been live for almost two hours.

The soft clack of mechanical keys filled the background as Giyuu focused intently on his game, lit by the soft, moody hues of his custom LED setup—deep ocean blues and muted purples that mirrored his calm vibe. His camera was propped at a slight angle, framing just his sharp features, dark tousled hair, and the familiar serious expression his fans adored.

He wore a simple black hoodie and a headset, mic tilted just close enough to pick up his low voice.

"Rotate left," he said to his team, eyes narrowing slightly as he scanned the map. "Don’t push mid alone. You’ll get picked off."

His tone was flat but assertive, cool under pressure. Exactly the way his viewers liked it.

Chat: CuddlemyNUGGETS: he sounds like a sexy librarian rn ToesForFree: bro’s voice makes my spine do jazz hands Goonerboner: i’d let him call me a liability ANY day MoistRavioli69: how is this man real TomiokaDILF: the “rotate left” made me feel things 😳

A small smirk flickered across Giyuu’s face. Barely there. He didn’t say anything, but he saw the comments.

"You’re overextending," he said in a quieter tone, then tilted his head slightly. "Fall back. Let them peek first."

He wasn’t one for constant chatter, but his community had learned to read his moods through the smallest expressions—a twitch of his lip, a faint eyebrow raise, the subtle sigh he made when chat got out of pocket.

WaterPillarDaddy: sir please breathe into the mic again JuicySocks97: blink twice if you’re single ILickBentoBoxes: is he always this calm or does he scream into a pillow after stream?

Then came a break between matches, and he leaned back in his chair, reaching off-camera for a bottle of water. Chat immediately flooded with commentary:

ThirstyForTomioka: ARM VEIN ARM VEIN Goonerboner: he’s drinking water. i’m screaming. Tomioka4Eva: hydrate me next pls BeanStalker: if he ever does a gym stream i’ll combust

He glanced at the comments and exhaled slowly, the closest thing he’d give to a laugh.

“No gym stream,” he said plainly. “You’d behave even worse.”

Chat: CuddlemyNUGGETS: EXCUSE ME NotGiyuusWife: exposed 💀 SoggyMitsuri: HE CALLED US OUT AND I’M OK WITH THAT

He queued up another match. “Alright. One more. Then I’m logging.”

As the game loaded, he reached over to adjust the camera slightly—just a small tilt. His hoodie sleeve slipped a bit, revealing a faint mark on his collarbone before he tugged it back up.

Chat: SniffHisSleeves: WHAT WAS THAT ILive4TheLore: was that a hickey?? DetectiveWeirdcore: enhancing. enhancing. zooming. Goonerboner: i swear if he has a girlfriend imma eat drywall

He ignored it—mostly because he couldn’t explain it without opening the floodgates. And besides, you had asked to keep things private. For now.

But that’s when it happened.

Mid-match, mid-concentration, mid-killing-streak… the door opened.

You had no idea he was still live.

Wearing his hoodie (which looked massive on you) and nothing else but a pair of fluffy socks, you stepped in, holding your phone, completely unaware of the camera pointed right past Giyuu’s shoulder.

“Hey, babe,” you mumbled, voice still thick with sleep, “have you seen—oh.”

You froze.

He froze.

Chat EXPLODED.

SoggyMitsuri: WHO. IS. SHE. WetCerealSlaps: THE HOODIE!!! BaldingZenitsu: OH MY GOD SHE CALLED HIM BABE MoistRavioli69: HOUSTON WE HAVE A CANON GIRLFRIEND ToesForNezuko: she’s adorable i’m gonna cry Goonerboner: i want to jump into traffic. respectfully.

You looked like a deer caught in headlights, realizing what you just walked into. “You’re still streaming?”

Giyuu cleared his throat, scrambling to mute his mic and hit the “BRB” screen. His movement was calm, but his ears were bright red.

“I—yeah. I forgot to lock the door,” he said softly.

You buried your face in the sleeves of his hoodie. “I just walked in front of your whole chat. Wearing this. Looking like this.”

"You look fine." He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "Are you okay?"

“I just ruined your secret streamer aesthetic,” you muttered.

He shook his head. “They were already suspicious. You didn’t ruin anything.”

You glanced toward the monitor, where the chat was still flying even though the stream was paused.

"You wanna just tell them?" you asked quietly.

His eyes searched yours for a moment. "Only if you’re okay with that."

You nodded, heart racing—but honestly, it felt like a relief. Hiding had been fun at first, thrilling even, but exhausting. And now it was out. Might as well own it.

He unmuted. Switched the camera back on.

And then, with zero drama and full Giyuu energy, he said:

“That was my girlfriend.”

Chat: CuddlemyNUGGETS: dead silence followed by that. iconic. ToesForNezuko: the casualness????? SimpyMcCry: he said that like he was announcing a patch note WetCerealSlaps: THE DROP. THE MIC DROP. Goonerboner: i have lost my will to live but also i support you king

Giyuu’s gaze stayed on the camera, his tone calm but serious.

“We’ve been together for a while. We kept it private because… it’s ours. But I don’t want people speculating or harassing her, so now you know.”

You peeked into frame, cheeks hot, but smiled and gave a little wave.

Chat: Tomioka4Eva: SHE’S SO CUTE WHAT THE HELL SniffHisSleeves: they look like a Studio Ghibli couple JuicySocks97: i ship it. hard. SoggyMitsuri: she better come back for couple Q&A MoistRavioli69: protect her at all costs Goonerboner: i am now a fan of HER. sorry giyuu

Giyuu gave your hand a light squeeze, then looked back at chat.

"Behave," he warned gently. “She reads comments.”

And just like that, the vibes shifted from chaos to full-on adoration. Fan art popped up within hours. Clips of the moment flooded TikTok with captions like "Giyuu caught in 1080p being soft" and "This is how stoic men love". People started calling you “stream mom” in chat. Someone even made a mod for the game he played where the main character wore your hoodie.

Chat: PickledOnigiri: this feels illegal but like... in a cute way SniffHisSleeves: he SQUEEZED HER HAND i am going to ascend CuddlemyNUGGETS: so we just… know now? this is canon? BeanStalker: giyuu soft era unlocked ToesForNezuko: will there be a lore drop??? we need lore

He blinked at the chat, then tilted his head slightly, as if debating something.

Then, totally deadpan—voice as casual as if he were reading patch notes again—he added:

“Oh. And we’re getting married in July.”

You turned sharply toward him, mouth slightly open.

“Giyuu.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What? They wanted lore.”

Chat: WetCerealSlaps: EXCUSE ME???????? MoistRavioli69: I JUST CHOKED ON MY NOODLES ILickBentoBoxes: WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘IN JULY’ Goonerboner: BRO. Tomioka4Eva: THIS MAN JUST CASUALLY DROPPED THE WEDDING DATE SimpyMcCry: i’m not crying you are JuicySocks97: HE SAID IT LIKE HE’S ANNOUNCING A SERVER MAINTENANCE

You covered your face with both hands, groaning. “You’re ridiculous.”

But he was smiling now—subtly, softly—as he glanced at you.

“Ridiculous,” he echoed, “but honest.”

Chat: SniffHisSleeves: ok but the way he looked at her just now?? i’m sobbing Goonerboner: giyuu: emotionally unavailable?? FALSE. MAN IS WIFED UP SoggyMitsuri: JULY WEDDING STREAM??? 👀 PickledOnigiri: i wanna be invited pls MoistRavioli69: stream mom and dad confirmed

He leaned back slightly, hands still laced with yours under the desk. "That's all you're getting for now," he said, voice low, calm. “Thanks for watching. Be nice.”

Then, just before he ended stream, he looked over at you, barely a breath of amusement in his eyes.

“...You’re not mad, are you?”

You shook your head, trying not to laugh. “No. Just—warn me next time before you drop a whole engagement bomb on chat.”

He shrugged. “They asked.”

Stream ended.

The internet lost its mind.

[cowboyod]

˚ · . Espresso

summary - You and Spencer get ready and party with your friends in celebration of their new marriage.

warnings - none! just fluffy nonsense

pairing - Spencer Agnew x reader

featuring - Courtney Miller, Shayne Topp, Arasha Lelani, Angela Giarratana.

word count - 960

note - First time posting a fic and first time writing one in a while! It's a little silly. Let me know what you think!

“Spencer, come on! We’re gonna be late!” you shout as you struggle to put your shoes on while moving to the front door. Spencer was in front of the bathroom mirror fidgeting with his tie trying to tie it correctly. His tongue pokes out of his mouth in concentration. 

“I’m almost ready, I promise,” he replies. 

You poke your head into the bathroom and watch your boyfriend struggle to put the final details of his outfit together. 

“Oh, honey. You’re too cute. Here.” You cut in front of him and have an attempt at the tie. Spencer puts his hands on your hips with a light squeeze. 

“You look beautiful, baby. Look at you!” You smile as you fidgets with the tie. You got dressed up in a nice, semi-casual dress. It's a short, green, fit and flare dress you got a while back with nowhere to wear it to. It's one of your favorites in your closet.

“I will look at me when we get this tie perfect” Spencer lets out a breathy laugh and you pat his chest to signal that the tie is tied. You turn around in Spencer’s arms and look at the cute couple in the mirror with soft smiles on your faces.

“We’ll be the second cutest couple at this party!” Y/n giggles and rolls her eyes.

“Okay, let’s go! We’re already running behind!”

~~~~~

You and Spencer arrive hand in hand to Shayne and Courtney’s apartment, gift bag at the ready. The newlyweds were celebrating their marriage and decided to throw a cute little house party with a handful of their friends.

“You made it!” Courtney exclaimed when she heard the door close behind the two new guests.

“Hi, babe! Congratulations, we brought you guys a little gift!” You hand Court a little bag that reveals two shooters of alcohol with their names and wedding date painted with cute little designs. “Spence and I each painted one of them!” 

“Oh, stop! This is so cute!” They draw out their words slightly. “Shayne is gonna love them too! You guys are so thoughtful. Angela did something similar, we’re gonna have the cutest little trinket collection!” Courtney the two of you hugs and makes an exit to check on some other guests. 

Spencer ends up on an armchair chatting with a few work friends, drink in hand made by the one and only Tommy Bowe. The party was very sweet and calm when the couple arrived but now you join a group consisting of Angela, Arasha, and Courtney, creating a quartet of chaos. 

As Shayne talks to Spencer and the others in the living room about some of the music he’s been listening to, the four make an entrance, all sporting various blonde wigs.

“Did somebody say Sabrina Carpenter?” Courtney shouts, leading the way to the front of the living room; now stage. “Hit it, Ang!” Angela starts playing ‘Espresso’ from her phone as the group begins singing off key and dancing poorly in front of the room. 

You hear Shayne’s infectious laugh pour out of him as he watches his wife bring extra life to the room with a silly performance. The show is a disaster, just how they planned. You and Angela bonk your heads against one another while dancing poorly, leaving everyone in a fit of giggles. You hold your head, laughing, and head over to where Spencer is sitting and you make yourself comfortable on his lap.

“My head hurts, Spence” You drag out the last vowel in a whine, feigning a frown on your face. “Will you kiss it better?” Spencer rolls his eyes.

“Ew, no” you scoff at him and pout. He leans close to you, pauses and then kisses your pout away. “This wig is ridiculous, where’d you even find that?” You nod your head towards Court and take the wig off.

“Courtney had them in a random closet. Here.” You place the wig on his head. “You’re so pretty now!” 

“Was I not pretty before?” You shrug and Spencer scoffs with offense. “Shayne, aren't I so pretty without the wig? Y/n thinks the blonde is really working for me.” 

Shayne lets out a laugh and takes Spencer’s side. The two of you bicker back and forth and giggles are heard throughout the room. “I think you’ve had too many drinks, babe. You obviously have clouded judgement if you think I’m prettier with the wig on.” You laugh and nods your head, finally giving in.

The party begins to wrap up and Spencer takes notice of your sleepy eyes. You and Spencer say your goodbyes and congratulations to Shourtney before leaving and Spencer offers to swing by in the morning to help clean. “Thank you, Spence. I think we’ll be okay, you two have a good night!” Courtney hugs Spencer bidding him goodbye.

“Thank you for the gift by the way. Courtney was super excited about it, it’s very sweet. We’ll have those for a long time.” Shayne says quietly to you. 

“You’re welcome, I’m glad you both like them. You two are so great together I’m so happy for you both. Thanks for having us.” Shayne puts his arms around you and gives you a big hug. “Thank you. You and Spencer are next I’m sure.” 

Spencer takes notice of the little blush on your cheeks as you finish your farewells and turn out the door. 

~~~~~

He offers his jacket as the couple walks to the car and opens the door for her. “Home?” 

“Yeah.” a soft smile appears on her face. “One day we’ll throw a party like that.” Spencer hums.

“Yeah.” He reaches for her leg across the console. “I love you.” She puts her hand on top of his.

“I love you too.” 

[jeonscatalyst]

Sometimes I think about Jungkook’s NJ Vlive in 2019 and laugh about the fact that both Jikookers and taekookers think that Live was the ultimate prove of their ship. I mean why on earth do taekookers think that Live proved their ship in anyway when it was all Jikook lol.

Anyways. You once said you were going to talk about that Live (and others) in detail. Could you please elaborate on it? I would love to read your thoughts about the Live😊

Hi anon,

Sorry it took me almost forever to get to your ask. I’ve had a crazy couple of weeks lol.

I promised to discuss a few V Lives, either featuring Jikook or all the members together, that I found significant. Let’s begin with the most intriguing one, Jungkook’s New Jersey V Live from May 2019.

Before diving into the specifics of this Live, I’d like to point out an issue that many shippers, particularly Taekookers in this case, tend to have: they rarely consider the full context of moments, both before and after, and instead focus on fragments that suit their narrative. A reasonable person watching this Live along with the preceding one would not categorize it as a Taekook Live. To me, this V Live is one of the most defining moments that highlights the nature of Jimin and Jungkook’s bond. Below, I’ll elaborate on why I believe this, using tangible evidence that connects the dots effortlessly, rather than baseless speculations like “voices in the background,” imaginary snores, or random household sounds with no supporting proof.

Understanding the full context is key, so let’s start with Jin’s Live, which took place earlier that day.

JIN’S VLIVE

The Live begins with Jin sitting alone in his hotel room, eating and chatting with ARMY. Around the 10:00, Jimin rings the doorbell. Jin answers, and Jimin enters wearing a plain white t-shirt and black pants while carrying food. This detail will become relevant later.

Jimin sits down and starts eating with Jin while chatting. At approximately 13:35 minute mark, Jimin mentions that he planned to quietly sit on the side, watch Jin’s Live, and leave, a detail that will also matter later.

Around the 18:00 minute mark, they discuss their hotel room sizes. Jin mentioned that he heard Jimin’s room is bigger than his, to which Jimin replies that the rooms are similar in structure but adds that Jungkook’s room is the biggest. This, too, will be important later.

At 30:30, Jin wipes his sweat, jokingly asks if Jimin likes the shirt he’s wearing, and then wipes his hand on Jimin’s shirt. Jimin laughs and says, “This is why I don’t wear my own clothes when I visit Jin’s room.” This playful interaction will also tie into later events.

The Live continues with lighthearted eating and chatting until the doorbell rings. Both Jin and Jimin laugh mischievously before abruptly ending the broadcast, leaving fans wondering who was at the door.

Shortly after, Jungkook starts his own V Live. Before diving into it, it’s worth mentioning that Jimin posted a video on Twitter confirming that it was Jungkook who rang the doorbell. He was upset (though not seriously) that Jin and Jimin ended their Live before he could join, which prompted him to start his own.

Jungkook starts his own Live.

In the opening seconds of Jungkook’s Live, around 17 seconds in, we can hear what sounds like a cough or sigh before Jungkook pans the camera, revealing Jimin seated on the bed. It’s important to note that Jungkook started the Live with Jimin out of view, and had Jimin not made a sound, we might never have known he was in the room.

This connects to Jimin’s earlier comment in Jin’s Live about quietly sitting in the background. The one mentioned above. It suggests that Jimin has likely done this on multiple occasions, sitting silently in members’ rooms during Lives without fans noticing. This isn’t mere speculation…it’s behavior Jimin himself has confirmed. Therefore, it’s not far-fetched to think that during past Jungkook Lives where fans speculated about sounds or movements, it could very well have been Jimin quietly present in the room.

During Jungkook’s Live, it’s evident that he’s lightly annoyed at Jimin and Jin for ending their Live before he arrived. Jimin tries to apologize, but there’s a noticeable tension in the room, especially when Jimin leans closer to Jungkook around the 53-second mark. Jungkook’s unease becomes apparent as he starts fidgeting—touching things, adjusting lights, licking his lips, scratching his nose (though clearly without an itch), and avoiding eye contact with Jimin.

This kind of nervous energy doesn’t align with the dynamic of simple friendship, in my opinion. Around 1:25, there’s an awkwardly charged moment where Jungkook appears to peek into Jimin’s shirt. Jimin notices and immediately begins rubbing his chest while saying something only the two of them seem to understand. The interaction feels intimate and loaded with subtext.

Jungkook’s uneasiness isn’t the kind you’d associate with discomfort or dislike; it’s the other kind…..you know, the kind that carries undertones of something more. Iykyk.

Side Note: One of the things that stands out to me about this Live is how Jungkook can’t seem to look Jimin in the eye throughout most of it.

Jungkook brings up his frustration again about Jimin and Jin turning off the Live before he could join, prompting Jimin to apologize and tell Jungkook he loves him while cupping his chin. Although Jungkook still appears annoyed (albeit playfully), Jimin says that since he has apologized, he’ll leave. Jungkook responds immediately with an “okay.” However, pay close attention to Jungkook’s body language as Jimin starts to leave. He doesn’t take his eyes off Jimin, stares intensely, and even begins making plans on when to see him the next day, almost forgetting he’s still Live lol.

At 12:14, Jimin reappears in the frame, heading toward the couch at the back to retrieve a piece of clothing. Let’s revisit a point I mentioned earlier…Jimin’s outfit when he visited Jin. He arrived wearing only a t-shirt and black pants, with no hoodie or sweater. We also know he didn’t have any extra clothing on him when he entered Jin’s room because his hands were full with food. So, where did this piece of clothing in Jungkook’s room come from? When exactly did he leave it there because it certainly wasn’t after he left Jin’s room and followed Jungkook to his.

Jungkook mentioned earlier in his Live that he’d been working out before heading to Jin and Jimin’s Live. This implies that Jimin must have left the clothing in Jungkook’s room before going to Jin’s room. It’s unlikely he brought it with him when he left Jin’s room because he didn’t have it then. Also, remember how Jimin joked in Jin’s Live that he doesn’t wear his own clothes when visiting Jin? This means that Jimin must have been in Jungkook’s room before going to do a Live with Jin and there is a good possibility that the T-shirt he had on wasn’t his but Jungkook’s. While this is speculative, what’s certain is that Jimin had been in Jungkook’s room earlier and stayed long enough to leave his clothing there, on a chair that also has someone’s underwear lying on it. Do with that information what you will.

Around 2:26, as Jimin picks up the clothing and starts to leave, if you listen closely, you can hear the sound of what sounds like a closet door opening and closing….a distinct creak, like those older wooden closets that open toward the front. You can even see the closet on the left near the TV.

The timing is notable because before this sound, all we could hear were Jimin and Jungkook talking, along with the sound of Jimin’s footsteps so I can’t think of anything else that could make that sound at that particular moment. What’s intriguing is that Jimin pauses and doesn’t walk directly to the door to leave. You can clearly hear his footsteps stop as the creaking sound is heard and then starts again after and then stops again. Why would he seemingly stop to open and close Jungkook’s closet before leaving if he is just a guest in that room? Again, do with this information what you will.

Now, this next part is speculative, but it seems obvious to me that Jimin had no real intention of leaving the room. Here’s why: when Jimin announces he’s leaving and Jungkook tells him goodbye for what feels like the umpteenth time, there’s a brief silence after Jimin’s footsteps stop. We don’t hear the door opening or closing during that pause. To me, it feels like Jimin intentionally paused, trying to create the impression he had left the room while simply standing silently by the door. We’ve already established from earlier behavior that Jimin is fully capable of doing this.

Also, note the lack of resistance from either of them regarding Jimin leaving. Jimin announces he’s leaving, and Jungkook immediately agrees without hesitation. It feels like there’s an unspoken understanding between them…like they’re merely playing along for the camera. This part will become important later.

The doorbell rings, and we realize Jimin is still in the room when he answers it. He opens the door, and Jin walks in. While they laugh and chat, notice how Jimin immediately starts explaining himself to Jin, saying he was “just leaving” before Jin arrived. To me, this sounds like a guilty person trying to proactively explain their actions before being questioned. Jungkook even chimes in, repeating, “Jimin was just leaving.”

This could mean one of two things: Jungkook could also be guilty and trying to explain, or he could be subtly signaling to Jin that he wants him to leave soon too. Jin’s response, saying he was about to leave anyway suggests he understood the hint.

What stands out to me the most is Jimin’s behaviour. He seems hurried and anxious. He turned to Jin and told him to say something to Jungkook kinda like “say what you have to say quickly and let’s leave” lol. Jin then says he wants to apologize to Jungkook (for turning off the live) and Jungkook says “thank you” but again we have Jimin lol. Jimin once again says this to Jin “Jungkook wants to say something to ARMY so…..” to me he was indirectly saying Jungkook wants to say something to army so let’s leave. Jin then asks if Jungkook can’t say what he wants to say with him in the room. What is worth noting here is that Jimin seems hurried but the question is, why doesn’t he just leave by himself? Why does it seem like he is trying to get Jin to leave with him so bad? They continue with their little banter, jokes and then they try to leave again before they hear a doorbell.

The bell rings and Taehyung comes into the room. At 5:21 Tae mentions that he came because the alarm went off (the Vlive notification) . The other members start commenting on how good his body looks and he says he worked out with Jungkook which means Taekook were probably working out together when Jimin and Jin were Live. Around 5: 43 Jungkook says “ one tries to go out and one comes in” seemingly acknowledging the revolving door of visitors. Then pay attention to Jimin again. He puts his hand on Tae’s chest physically trying to turn him towards the door while explaining to him that he was just about to leave. Yet another attempt to subtly get someone else to leave the room. Tae then says he watched them on Live while having steak in his room. ( this will be relevant later).

Eventually Jimin stops being subtle about trying to get the others out. Now he says it directly ….. lmaoo.

My question here is, why is he trying so hard to get the others out of that room? First he did it with Jin, and now he is doing the same thing with Tae. If he was tired and wanted to go to bed, why didn’t he just leave? It’s not like the others being there affects him in anyway…….except perhaps, he wanted them to leave the bedroom he planned to sleep in. That to me is the only reasonable explanation for his behaviour. Mind you he said he was leaving ages ago but minutes later and two doorbells rings later, he is still there. Why? At 6:21 you literally see Jimin let out an exasperated sigh and his body language tells that he is hurried and uneasy.

At 6:23, Taehyung asks “whose room is this.

The way he asks, genuinely curious shows he didn’t know. This stands in contrast to Jimin, who not only knew whose room it was but had even visited earlier and left his clothing there. This single moment should be enough to debunk any claims of Taekook being real because why wouldn’t Tae know his boyfriend’s hotel room? Mind you this wasn’t the first time we got evidence of him not knowing Jungkook’s room while they were on tour but Jimin always knew. Do with this information what you will.

Tae then moves towards the chair where Jimin picked up his piece of clothing earlier and we find out from him that there was an underwear laying there. Now there is speculation that it might have been Jimin’s because his other item of clothing was laying there but we don’t have any definitive evidence to support this so we leave it at a maybe.

The guys go on to joke about the underwear and later Jungkook’s clothes while Jimin sits on the chair with the camera. He looks kinda fed up and later he gets up and says he is leaving. I think he leaves for real this time cuz you can hear the door open and close. Jin leaves shortly after and we are left with Taekook.

Tae asks Jungkook if he had something to eat and Jungkook says this “ I don’t eat anything at dinner time” not “ I didn’t eat anything for dinner” or “I haven’t eaten yet. The way the sentence is phrased shows that he is informing Tae that he usually doesn’t eat dinner and not just today which means that is information Tae didn’t know. This seems like a small detail but why wouldn’t Tae know that his boyfriend doesn’t eat at dinner time? It raises the question of how well Tae knows Jungkook’s habits. Tae then says he is on a diet these days too but Jungkook reminds him that he earlier spoke about eating steak….

At 9:18, the doorbell rings, and both Jungkook and Taehyung go to check. Jungkook says the person rang and left, but you can still hear the doorbell ringing as Jungkook opens the door. Unless the person ran away at superhuman speed, it’s unlikely Jungkook didn’t at least see who was there.

What is worth noting here is that immediately after that doorbell, Jk starts asking Tae when he would be leaving. Now, many taekookers say that it was probably a staff ringing to ask Jk to end the Live but if that was the case then why wouldn’t Taehyung understand and then immediately leave when Jk started asking him to? Later on we see that Jk keeps subtly asking Tae when he would be leaving but Tae is clearly stubborn about leaving. Remember how I asked to take note of the way Jimin and Jungkook had a quiet understanding about Jimin leaving? I don’t see any reason why Tae would have been stubborn about leaving on camera if he knew he wasn’t really going and was just putting up an act. If anything he would have wanted to quickly leave so jk could end the live and they spend private time together but instead he was stubborn about it.

Jk asks Tae again when he will be leaving and Tae says he will leave after Jk is done with the Live. Jk then says he is going to shower and that Tae can continue with the Live. Watching Jk, it is clear he wasn’t going to shower with Tae on Live. I think he wanted Tae to leave but didn’t want to be direct about it so it doesn’t come off rude on Live. He starts fidgeting around, picking and folding ziplock bags lol.

At 9:59 or 10:00, there’s an audible cough-like sound coming either from the bathroom or outside the hotel room door. The echo makes it more likely to have come from the bathroom. At first, I thought I might be hearing things but what convinced me is the fact that , before this sound, Tae had the camera panned towards Jungkook but after the sound, Jungkook audibly asks Tae to “stay put” and then he walks towards the bathroom and we can hear him say something from a distance. Remember that Jimin had a little cough while on Jin’s Live, and even when Jk’s Live started, we only knew Jimin was there because of his little cough and we also saw him cough a few times during the Jk’s Live.

At 10:05 Tae asks……

Taekookers interpret this as evidence they were sharing a room. However, when Taehyung entered the room earlier, he didn’t even know it was Jungkook’s room and had to ask. If they were sharing a room, wouldn’t Taehyung have known? Taekookers argue that he was pretending not to know to avoid suspicion, but if he was trying to hide their relationship, why would he then ask this question that could supposedly expose it? The reasoning seems contradictory.

I’m not sure if there was a translation error or if there is some context we are missing but he clearly wasn’t sharing a room with Jk else he would have atleast known the room and also known that Jk doesn’t eat at dinner time, no? This might just be me but this question from him felt calculated and I could be wrong but I suspect it has something to do with that cough sound we just heard.

After this, Jungkook once again subtly suggests Taehyung leave, mentioning that he needs to shower and go to bed. Taehyung eventually decides to leave, and we hear the door open and close as he exits.

Note the contrast between Jungkook’s reaction to Taehyung leaving and his earlier reaction to Jimin leaving. This observation speaks volumes. Do with it what you will.

Once Taehyung leaves, Jungkook continues the Live, but it becomes obvious he’s distracted. He frequently glances to the side, seemingly at something or someone in the direction of the bathroom. Jungkook is not great at masking his expressions, and his unease is noticeable.

At 12:00, something white flies across the frame, which Taekookers claim is a candy wrapper thrown by Taehyung. However, it’s clearly just lint; it’s too small to be a wrapper thrown open and if it was folded before it was thrown, it wouldn’t have gone in that speed.

At 12:20, it is even clearer that someone or something is distracting Jungkook from the side because he looks to the side, laughs and then you can hear a faint whisper of “Saranghe”. Jungkook looks really uneasy too and if you know him even a little you’d easily recognize where else you just saw him look that kind of uneasy and with whom.

When Jungkook was alone with Taehyung in the room, he appeared calm and relaxed, even though he seemed slightly exasperated while asking Taehyung to leave. With Jimin, however, Jungkook was visibly uneasy…fidgety, scratching his nose, avoiding eye contact, and barely managing to look at Jimin. This unease, while subtle, speaks volumes about the dynamics between them. While some people interpret uneasiness as a bad thing…. in this case, it tells us whom he has something to hide with and who he doesn’t.

At 12:44, Jungkook looks to the side again and laughs, further indicating something or someone off-camera is drawing his attention. His behavior is strikingly similar to how he acted around 2:20 earlier in the Live, when Jimin said he was leaving. Jungkook’s distraction is impossible to miss; whoever is in the room is clearly holding his attention more than the Live itself. Someone he is desperately trying not to look at but failing woefully?

This Vlive for me stands out as an extremely significant moment for understanding Jikook. Just like you anon, I honestly don’t understand how anyone could watch this Live and genuinely believe it was anything other than a Jikook live. While Taekook had some lighthearted and cute moments, they didn’t suggest anything beyond friendship. On the other hand, Jimin and Jungkook’s interactions, body language, and subtle cues paint a much more complex picture.

I’m not one to jump to conclusions based on every sound or coincidence in a Live, but this particular VLive offers enough factual evidence to support the idea that something was going on between Jimin and Jungkook. The before-and-after context makes all the difference.

For me, it is never just about a particular moment but about the beginning and after of that moment. So many taekookers believe this Live to be a Taekook Live because many of them don’t know what happened before and after. The Live before was between Jin and Jimin so many Taekooker probably didn’t watch it but what they don’t realize is that, without starting from that beginning, you miss out on a lot of context or important information like Jimin’s jacket being in Jungkook’s room before he went for a Live with Jin or other little information we got from Jimin like the fact that he doesn’t wear his own clothes to visit Jin and that he is capable of hiding in the corner and watching members do Lives. These seemingly small details add up to tell a larger story.

This is one of my favourite Lives and as promised, I would try to elaborate more on other Lives I thought were significant to understanding Jikook more.

[olderthannetfic]

hi, as someone who is tragically gen Z and only ever read AO3, can I ask: what was so great about LiveJournal? Like, I know that there were fics posted there (and I've even read about the "purge", so I get why it isn't used anymore) and that it was sort of a forum-type thing. But what I don't understand, wouldn't Tumblr fill in the latter function? How was that site any different? I see a lot of people reminiscing about it and I'm confused

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A big factor in LJ's greatness is timing and nostalgia.

It was genuinely great, but it wasn't quite as great as all of the Lo, shall the Golden Age ne'er come again? posts suggest.

LJ arrived at a pivotal time in the development of the internet both in terms of technical stuff and how many people had access. Many fans who are now in their thirties to fifties first discovered fandom through LJ and many were at a time in their lives when they were feeling energetic and up to making lots of new friends—and to figuring out how to make a site work for them.

I got on LJ in 2002 when it required invites. Fandom arrived in droves in 2003, first via coordinated campaigns to get invites to key people and then when LJ opened up free account creation to everyone. Back then, LJ's features sucked. It was impossible to search properly, among other things. At its height (2005-7, let's say), there was a reasonable site search, and fans had developed all sorts of community resources for finding each other.

People often remember this phase but not the early days of suckitude.

This development parallels how Tumblr used to not have that private chat feature and how a lot of fuckyeah[whatever] type tumblrs have helped curate the site and make it much more usable for fans. Fandom draining away from LJ after strikethrough also parallels people draining away from Tumblr after the purge.

There are people who talk about Tumblr the way my cohort talks about LJ...

And to the shock of no one, they are people who came of age on Tumblr, who found fandom via Tumblr, who were on Tumblr during pivotal times in their lives and ones when they had energy to make friends and figure out how a site worked.

Those same Tumblrites are now making all the same geriatric-sounding posts we LJers do about how other sites lack the required features to be good for fandom while missing that 90% of tumblr's "features" at its height (2012-2016, let's say) were actually fan-created and were basically the same as any fandom newsletter or links page or all the versions of this kind of personal curation stretching back to long before the internet existed.

What life phase you hit a site at matters.

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With all of that said, no, LJ was not a forum. It was a blogging site with threaded comments.

The key point to understand is that conversation was always happening in a specific person's space. Unlike on a true forum, people were in the comments on a particular post in a journal owned by another fan. (On a forum, there's the first post in a thread, but it's still more of a communal space with less of a hierarchy.)

Overall, the LJ format can have a feeling a bit like you're over at someone's house for tea. There's more of a sense of intimacy and also behaving yourself in front of community members.

Tumblr being obscure and impossible to find anything in does give it some of the same vibe relative to Twitter, but it's still part of modern social media that tries to shove every rando into the face of every other rando.

But it wasn't just vibes: LJ also had robust privacy features where you could lock a post to this or that group of friends. You could moderate your comments section properly. Tumblr has far fewer controls to force people to behave or leave on a technical level.

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The biggest thing many people miss about LJ is the threaded comments. At least by late LJ and on Dreamwidth, you can expand and collapse threads, making it far easier to deal with a massive comments section. But more than that, things are properly threaded with multiple levels of hierarchy that are all easily visible in the same place.

On Tumblr, it used to be extremely difficult to find all of the actual commentary on a post. Nowadays, it's far easier, but you still have to scroll chronologically, and multiple versions of a post with a long chain of commentary may be much more divorced from each other than what would happen in a LJ comments section.

--

But could we use Tumblr pretty much how we used LJ?

We could.

I do.

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The key things that people tend to miss about LJ, aside from the younger and more excited version of themselves or the friends they've lost since then, are:

Heavily text-based

It may sound odd on the modern internet, but there are a lot of people whose brains don't like or handle an image-heavy site well. They were everywhere in SF book fandom. They were everywhere on the early internet. Today, they're hanging out on Dreamwidth and still going to their SF cons. They're usually not on Tumblr.

You could follow the discussion

Threaded comments help, but a lot of it is about having some place you can check for updates. It wasn't actually that easy to follow big LJ discussions unless you were subscribed to comments and reading along as things were happening instead of coming along after the entire mass of comments had been left.

The tone of the discussion is intellectual and one's enemies are "idiots", not "problematic"

All this requires is a penchant for longwindedness and an itchy blocking finger to remove anyone slinging ad hominems from the comments section.

On tumblr, it's as simple as conversations happening in the replies on a popular account and that person not tolerating suibaiting and threats.

(And make no mistake, a lot of LJ discussion was in the comments on popular accounts, not spread equally between everyone's.)

It does require that multiple people like that tone and want to engage in that way, but lots of people do want to.

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These days, I interact with tumblr by checking my askbox and reading my activity page. The vast, vast majority of my posts are ones where I'm the OP, so if I block someone, they're booted from the discussion entirely.

For me... yeah, Tumblr functions almost exactly like LJ.

Also like LJ, while I'm hosting the conversation, if you hang around, you'll see the same people again and again in the comments. They may or may not also host that kind of conversation in their space, and there's a larger pool of lurkers who have some notion of which people count as regulars. Other people are watching from the shadows, enjoying or deriding the takes of the usual crowd.

People presumably do like reading my lengthy commentary or they wouldn't be here, but my tumblr wouldn't be popular like this without a healthy pool of other people who chime in regularly. It's not just that there are more people: it's that you see the same people over time. There's a bit more sense of place and community than on some parts of the internet.

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So, in my opinion, the failure to just recreate LJ fandom on Tumblr was a skill issue.

Threaded comments were great, but LJ culture came from mailing lists, and mailing lists had the same issue as tumblr with the diverging threads.

We solved that back then by clipping out only the parts we wanted to respond to (you'd write "snip" around the quotation to show it was incomplete). We solved the smaller LJ issue by linking to other posts we were referencing and doing discussion link roundups. We solve it on tumblr by, again, linking to what we're talking about and even quoting multiple reblog chains in our own reblog of just one chain.

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Tumblr's technical features and even general crap-ness aren't really the problem. 90s and early 00s sites regularly went down for periods of time unthinkable today.

The missing piece is people.

When one is in an active fandom with others who curate or with friends who let one know what's up, a site with imperfect features is easy to figure out and retrofit for fandom's needs. When one already feels out of touch and is between fannish passions—or at least fannish passions anyone else cares about—seeing the potential in a new site is hard.

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Threaded comments are different and better.

LJ's built-in way to see everyone's blog in your own style was better. The automatic timestamps and the ease of seeing a paginated archive of an entire blog was better than tumblr's endless scroll and lack of clear date labeling. But some of that can be fixed with xkit or knowing your way around tumblr well.

A lot of it is nostalgia for the lj era and a refusal to take the time to figure out how to use tumblr in an oldschool internet way.

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So by all means, people, weigh in about what made LJ great or how the culture felt at the time...

But if I see one more god damn response going "You can't have a conversation on tumblr!" in reply to my tumblr, which contains nothing but conversation, I am coming for you.

[enwoso]

naughty elf | alessia russo x child!reader

twelve days of christmas | day 1

based on this request

when alessia first saw the idea of doing elf on the shelf for the month until christmas, she thought it would be a cute wholesome idea and since you were a little older you would probably become a fond memory to look back on in years to come.

the key word however was thought, as she was now wondering why nobody told how much work it was to do in such a small amount of time. now she knew why not everyone did it with their children.

but still alessia was determined to finish it, and with only ten days left she was sure she could pull through. so after a bit of a gruelling day, a long day of training for the champions league match in a few days time and an even harder job of trying to put you to bed after the excitement of santa visiting your nursery today.

still though she managed and the clock had just struck half nine. walking into the lit kitchen the blonde made a beeline for the coffee machine, putting a coffee pod in and her mug in as she pressed the button to start.

alessia then went to find the elf — who you had named for some unbeknownst reason elvis — who had spent the day pinned to the wall with tape as little drawn flames were below him and a sticky note saying: 'the floor is lava'

but before she had to get her coffee from the machine her phone started to ring, a small huff coming from her as she had to backpedal and go back into the living room to get it.

seeing the screen light up a warm smile coming over her features seeing it was her mum calling, "hi mum"

"hi alessia, are you okay?" carol, alessia's mum asked as alessia wandered back into the kitchen to finally get her hands on her hot coffee which by now which just be edging the warm stage.

"yeah, i'm just doing lovie's elf and then gonna have an early night" alessia smiled as she placed her phone on the kitchen counter pressing it so her mum was on speaker as she added the sugar into her coffee.

"elf? what elf?" carol questioned as a small laugh came from alessia as she could imagine the confused look on her mums face.

"like an elf on the shelf?" alessia tried as she knew her mum knew what one was, but the other end of the line stayed silent. "mum! you used to do one for me, giorgio and luca when we were a similar age to lovie”

a chuckle came over alessia as she heard her mums realisation hum through the line, "oh yes, how lovely. i bet tiny is loving that" carol said as alessia moved around her kitchen getting what she needed as her mum carried on with their little catch up.

alessia had decided that for day 15 was had saw a cute idea of the elf sledding along the counter which was covered in snow, flour, a cute little letter on a green sticky note.

still chatting away to her mum on the phone as she began the little project, but as the blonde went to place the empty bag of flour into the bin she accidentally knocked her coffee cup over. a loud bang echoing throughout the kitchen as the cup fell on the floor smashing into tiny pieces and covering the once white flour.

"so me and your dad can take lovie-" carol was filling alessia in on the plans for the weekend when alessia was at a shoot which you weren't allowed to go to before she stopped her sentence after hearing the loud crash.

"oh you've got to be kidding me-" alessia muttered under her breath, burying her head into her hands wanting nothing but to scream the house down but it probably would be the smartest idea considering you were sound asleep.

"alessia? what was that bang.." carol asked as it echoed through the phone, alessia just letting out a loud groan. "less, honey what's happened?" carol tried again.

alessia eventually moved her head from her hands not before dragging them dramatically down her face. "i've knocked my coffee over onto the counter where i had just laid out the flour for the elf thing and now i’ve also smashed my favourite mug" a pout came over alessia's face.

"do you not have any more flour? or even caster sugar will work" carol said hoping to lighten the mood and bring a quick fix to stop the panic that was slowly setting into alessia’s mind.

“no? what am i supposed to do now” alessia whispered as she spoke fast the panic was really setting into as she could just see the imagine in her head of you waking up and seeing your elf in the same place as before you went to sleep. her heart breaking slightly just at the thought.

“can you not call one of the girls? i’m sure one will help you out and plus they would all do anything to see tiny with a smile on her face” carol pointed out as alessia hummed racking her head around her lived close by and maybe wouldn’t mind doing her a small favour.

“yeah maybe..”

“well don’t fall or drop your phone in the making, clumsy!”

“hilarious mum! i’ll call you tomorrow”

-

"lotte.." alessia dragged out as a hum came from lotte on the other line. "what's up less?" the girl asked with the slight hint of sleepiness in her tone.

“i haven’t woke you have i?” alessia panicked glancing to the time on her phone it only showing 9:54pm. a small wince on her face as she feared the worse.

“no? what’s wrong though, you sound stressed-“ lotte asked as alessia began to recount the events and how she needed a favour from the girl, hoping she wouldn’t mind.

lotte trying her best not to start belly laughing at the blondes clumsiness, it sounding as if it was all made up and probably someone that had never met alessia would think she had.

but lotte knew better and with alessia who struggled to keep herself and objects up straight than to know that alessia was saying she was one hundred percent being serious.

“honestly i’m not even surprised anymore less, but of course i can just give me twenty minutes and i’ll be round” lotte chuckled as a sigh of relief could be heard leaving alessia’s lips.

“i don’t know what i would do without you lotte!”

“me neither less-“

-

“mummy! get up i wanna see elvis!” you excitedly jumped up and down on your mummy’s bed as she groaned rubbing her eyes as you flopped on top of her.

“hang on lovie, let mummy open her eyes first!” alessia let out a small laugh as you began to pull the blankets off her, tugging at her hand for her to hurry up.

at least with the arrival of your elf, elvis, there was one positive that came from it and that was there was no trouble at getting you up in the morning. you waking yourself up with energy and excitement seeping through your small limps to see what your elf had been up to while you were asleep.

“go on then, mummy will follow behind you!” alessia opened her door a little wider than the small gap you had squeezed through, grabbing her robe to wrap around herself as the cool air that surrounded the hallway hit her bare arms.

“i wonder if elvis has been cheeky today?” you thought out loud as you carefully walked down the stairs, alessia three steps behind you.

once you reached the bottom step alessia let you find your elf knowing you had found him when, “oh mummy he’s been very cheeky” you called out from the kitchen as a gasp could be heard from you.

“oh my gosh, how’s he done that!" alessia said as she flung her arms in the air a smile on her lips as she watched your face change with excitement as you took in the sight of your elf sitting on some candy canes in a trail of snow — flour — with a bright green sticky note close by.

“have you read his little note?” your mummy pointed to it as you shook your head, “should we read it together?” alessia asked as you nodded, your mummy picking you up as she sat you on the edge of the counter holding you by the knee so you didn’t fall.

“just sledding in-“ your mummy read along with you helping you with the more trickier words helping you to sound them out by the letters, “to say have a good day”

“oh that’s nice of him” alessia cooed as you nodded eagerly wanting to read the rest.

“and i almost didn’t make it cause-“ you began to read again along side your mummy as she pointed to the word as you read it, “-you went to bed realllly late” a small gaps coming from you as you were a little shocked.

“i didn’t go to bed late” you pouted as your mummy had a small grin her eyebrows slightly raised, “it was a little past your bedtime”

“be good today- wait what do they mean” you pointed to the small xo’s on the handwritten letter that elvis — lotte — had written. “so the o’s are hugs and the x’s are kisses” alessia explained as a small awh came over you.

“that’s was nice of elvis wasn’t it” your mummy asked as you nodded drawing small patterns on the edge of the counter in the flour.

“who going to clean this up though!” you asked, your brows furrowing a little bit.

“well i hope elvis does, he made the mess” as alessia took you down from the counter and making her way to start making your breakfast.

“elvis! mummy says you have to remember to clean up otherwise it’ll make her sad” you peered over the counter whispering to the elf as you babbled along to yourself talking with elvis the elf.

but even though it was a little tiring making the elf on the shelf each night it made it all worth it to see your excitement each morning and your facial expressions when you saw what your elf had been up to — so in alessia’s mind that made it all worth the while.

[laswells-ashtray]

The fun thing about taking a childcare course in college is that now I'm going to tell you the 141's key features of attachment when they were children/toddlers and you can't stop me.

If you've seen any of my Price-posting then you know I think his parental situation consisted of a dead mother and a drunk father who was heavy handed with a belt, this stands.

John's key feature of attachment when he was just a little toddler was safe haven, returning to dad when he was upset even if the man had drunk himself into unconsciousness. But the lack of conscious interaction did nothing to soothe his distress or anxieties, so in the long run, it resulted in an ignorance towards the man's actions. John couldn't tell you if he entered or left a room because he became so apathetic to his presence and he became reliant on himself for comfort and protection that in his adult years it's why trying to explain his discomfort or anxieties to someone else makes his skin crawl. It's also why he so often acts as a base of security for the other men, spending years self-soothing leads him to try and soothe others the way he never was.

Kyle was without a doubt proximity maintenance, didn't matter if it was Mum or Dad. He wouldn't need to be clinging to them but if his Mum was in the living room and then moved to the kitchen then he carry his blocks through to the kitchen table so he could play while she was near. If Dad was out in the garden fixing up his older brother's bike then Kyle had his toy cars and was playing with them on the steps just a few feet away.

He didn't need their attention at every second but he needed the comfort of knowing they were nearby. He has a great relationship with both of his parents, on the worst of days he'll go home and sit in the kitchen while his mother cooks and they'll talk. She doesn't want his help because God, if he isn't fucking useless with anything other than a pot noodle but she'll let him sit there for as long as he needs and they'll just chat about whatever.

Simon's was secure base. If little toddler Simon Riley was exploring a new environment then he needed Mum somewhere in the general vicinity so he could return back to her every 10 minutes or so to stop the experience from becoming overwhelming.

Only, we all know what his childhood was like. And my perception of it is that his mother's mind was elsewhere, her priority was ensuring Simon didn't do anything to anger his father. So, it resulted in almost a disinterest, the less she cares about what the little one is babbling on about then the less likely he is to get enthusiastic and subsequently loud, which would upset his dad. And the lack of interest or comfort she provided led to Simon approaching new environments with an uncharacteristic disinterest for a child of his age, he wouldn't explore or participate in any of the same sensory seeking activities as other children his age. He'd just sit there on his own and glance around with a blank look. In later years he'd struggle to form good relationships with people because of his perceived disinterest, he'd never be enthusiastic about anything. Eventually, he'd learn how to express himself in a way that doesn't make him embarrassed but also can't be mistaken as a lack of care.

Johnny is without a doubt separation distress. Take him away from his Mammy and see what fucking happens. If Mrs MacTavish is cooking then he's standing by her side and holding on to the edge of her cardigan. And when she realises she's three seconds away from tripping over him then he's sitting on the counter and her cardigan is draped over his shoulders as he babbles away at her.

He has a good relationship with his dad too, mind you. His dad never took it personally but Mr MacTavish knows that when Johnny Boy comes home after being away for months, he's heading straight to his Mum to give her a hug. He keeps one of her old scarves at the bottom of his bag and switches it out whenever he goes home not because he can't live without it but he sleeps a little easier knowing that it's there. If there's anyone in his life whose opinion he cares about it's Mum, if he's going to get a new tattoo then he'll ask her opinion on it first and if she has suggestions then you bet your arse that he's adjusting it accordingly. He can go months without talking to her but no force on earth can stop him from being a Mammy's boy.

[theorist-fox]

Some type of skin (and two keys)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Currently crossposting previous works from AO3.

Inspired by "Some type of skin" by AURORA (I have an obsession and it's a Norwegian pale lady)

Summary: Johnny's passing has left you devastated. Simon is there to pick up the pieces, while you, although unconsciously, mend his tired heart.

CW: talk of grief, death and loss, angst, broken promises, hurt/comfort, soft Simon Riley but also angry Simon Riley. Mention of pharmacological drugs.

Masterlist 🦊

The air felt clogged; thickened and uncomfortably warm. You tried to blame it on the closed window and the unrelenting sun that reflected against the glass, but the truth was that you felt awkward in your own skin. The uniform clung to your body like a prison. Once, it had been your armor: the breathable dark green cotton of the tee, the black leather of the belt cinching your waist, until the thick camo trousers. They all felt bulletproof.

Yet, ever since you’d witnessed that bullet tearing a hole into Johnny’s head, each piece of clothing had turned into something akin to a goddamn straitjacket. It replayed in your head ad nauseam until it turned into a living nightmare. Until you saw his bloodless face in everyone around you, until you felt a hole in your own skull, as if his death were an omen of your end, as well.

For the first time in the years you had worked with the task force, you were the one who called for a meeting. Well, it was an informal encounter more than anything. A text you had sent simultaneously to all of them.

“We have to talk. Room 4A in HQ 10AM?”

By mere habit, you’d also sent it to Soap; it wrecked your heart to see the red alert on the right side of your bubble, the small Not Delivered right below it. The cracks shattered further when you received the automated response telling you that the number didn’t exist.

How could it not, when you had accumulated thousands of hours on phone calls? How could it not, when you could scroll for days on the chat and never find the first text he’d ever sent you?

You had tried, one of many sleepless evenings: your thumb almost ached due to the mere motion. Fingertip up. Swipe down. Fingertip up. Swipe down. You found it, then. Something old, ancient. The bubbles were green because iPhones still didn’t have the feature that allowed you to text using internet between Apple devices.

“glad to have you on the team. big boss gave me your number. this is soap anything you need im a text awya.”

“aywa*”

“away !!!!”

You'd laughed and it quickly morphed into strangled cries, until your vision got foggy, and your lids yielded. You fell asleep clutching the phone to your cheek.

After having spread his ashes on the Scottish Highlands, everyone had made the sensible decision of taking time off – a sort of unsanctioned compassionate leave. On the other hand, you stayed buried in the tight office you had in Stirling Lines. You couldn't handle the silence that your empty flat would bring. Granted, that didn’t mean you spent much time talking to passersby here at the headquarters, strangers and colleagues alike.

You hovered around the hallways like a specter – paled and depleted. Utterly unavailable to anyone who decided, for reasons unknown to you, to waste their breath on your person. You’d hear grieving words tossed your way, and you'd nod warmly at those. Polite. Affable. Like you’ve always been, even now that the light had been sapped out of you.

Johnny brought it with him - the light. The sun of the team: beautiful yet deadly. Necessary, but dangerous. Lethal only to those who tried to unravel his equilibrium, warm and inviting to the ones who embraced his person.

Now that he was gone, there was darkness – the world dimmed to pay its respects.

It had been eight months. During those, you had worked tirelessly to concoct a plan to have your revenge. Price sometimes knocked on your door only to find you hunched over blueprints and notes. The look he gave you each time was nothing short of pitiful. He didn’t try to stop you, but you could feel the disappointment seeping through your bones and grating them to dust.

Gaz brought you coffee, sometimes. He often came to your office, knocked softer than Price – a knuckle against wood, compared to all four of them incessantly rapping against the door. Sometimes, it wasn't coffee. Sometimes, despite how bad it might have looked, Gaz spilled a few drops of Rozerem in your chamomile tea, hoping it would force your eyes closed for some rest.

All of them, drove from their respective homes only to come and check on you. You wondered if they had an unofficial shift schedule, shared between them both.

Ghost, though. Ghost stayed. 

Angrier than you. Insatiable. Raging. Went for runs at ungodly hours, when the sun wasn’t even about to peek from the horizon. He monopolized the gym of the headquarters; an easy task for him, all he needed to do was use his thousand-yard stare against the unlucky lad who dared cross the threshold. When he felt like the punching bag had taken enough of his gauzed fists, he would come to your office – sweaty and bruised. He rarely bothered to shower. He’d sit next to you, and he’d help.

Everyday.

Ever the detached bastard he'd always been, he grew closer against his better judgment. Albeit it had been years since you had joined the task force under Price’s will, Ghost had always stood several steps away from you. Yet, lately, he’d woven himself to you like a spider spinning an intricate web. He wrapped you in a cocoon, and differently from the eight-legged creature, Simon didn’t want to drain the nectar of life.

He wanted to be your armor. A panoply of rustproof iron: encasing you in chainmail, helmet, and all.

It’s why, now, as you sat on your own at the briefing room table with the increasing temperature in the room, guilt ate you from the inside. Termites feasting on wood.

The first one to enter was Kyle. Pretty brown eyes looked at you fondly, as if they were taking in a long-lost friend. He sat next to you, exchanged a few tentative words, and smoothed the hair away from your forehead. He didn't care about the grease clinging to them, instead, he grazed short nails against your scalp as he told you about his week.

You were eternally grateful for him and his tactful ability to make you feel normal when life seemed to have turned askew.

Price walked in a few minutes later. Stoic as ever, but with kindness in his blues. He held a tray in his hands, four paper cups of steaming coffee balanced on it. He set it on the table and slumped on the chair in front of you. He asked you how you were doing. You answered that you were fine. You asked it back. He answered the same. No one believed a single word.

Ghost made you all wait. You explained that he was probably at the gym, or having a late-morning run around the training grounds. If they were worried about you, the concern for Ghost was something even greater. While only Price knew of the intricacies of his past, it didn’t take a doctorate in psychology to understand that whatever had forced him to wear the skull mask was something that still haunted him in the present.

You remembered it vividly, that one evening. Life had battered you both, kindred spirits in what seemed to be the inability to grieve properly.

You, with your head propped on the armrest of the narrow couch in your office. He, slumped on the cushions as he cradled your calves in his lap. A hand absently brushed the thick cotton of your work trousers. His eyes were to the ceiling. His empty stomach growled incessantly, much like yours – both running on fumes, caffeine, and nicotine, or the occasional shared bite stolen from the cafeteria after its closing time.

As your eyelids were about to flutter closed, you heard the rumble of his voice vibrating in his diaphragm, close to where he held your feet.

“Hooked by the ribs,” he said.

The inquisitive look you sent him was missed because he didn't divert his eyes from the ceiling.

“Buried alive,” he strained, “Crawled outta my own grave.”

It hit you later, that he was sharing. You slowly sat up, pushing your torso with your tired arms. You moved gingerly, afraid a mere shift in the air would cause him to sew his mouth shut. While you had an inkling that whatever happened to him must have been gruesome and cruel, those few words (which you were sure, merely scratched the surface) already caused your stomach to churn.

“They used me, tried to break me and they did.”

Your jaw worked. Propped on your elbows, you gulped down the stone in your throat. Eyes glued to the unmasked profile – to the crooked nose, flattened by punches and butts of guns, to the divot between his lips, to the absent brown eyes with their halo of pale lashes. His fingers curled around your ankle and his thumb brushed over your sock.

“Killed my family,” he went on, and you wondered if he was talking to you at all, “Killed my nephew, too.”

Barely noticing how your eyes glazed over with treacherous tears, you bent your knees over his thighs and scooted closer. The only indication that he had acknowledged your presence and wasn’t simply musing out loud was how his palms shifted: from your ankles, up to your calves. He furled his fingers around the meaty part, while his other hand blindly went to look for your neck. He rested his palm against the side of it, let his thumb trace the outline of your jaw.

“Took everything from me, turned me into this,” he muttered, and his brows furrowed while his pupils danced over the chipped paint of the ceiling.

Half of the times you were given the luxury to gaze at the face beneath the mask, you’ve wondered where those scars came from. What kind of heroic deed had he carried out that caused each mark, or what awful act he must have committed that ended up leaving perpetual memories of it, etched in his flesh.

Never, not once, you thought someone else purposefully did it to him. Someone so cruel, so brutal, that made him regrow his skin – like a snake, shedding his frail past to build a thicker armor.

“The army left me to rot, y’know," he whispered, and although you weren't answering (truthfully, you were barely breathing) he knew you were listening.

“But not Price,” his thumb pressed into your cheek, “Not Price, nor Garrick, or you – or Soap.”

It was grimly ironic how such an idiotic callsign could bring this remarkable heaviness on your heart. The silence lingered after he uttered it, either a way to pay respect or a simple inability to continue right afterwards. Because that’s how it felt like.

Months ago, when his body flattened against the concrete of a forgotten underground tunnel, the word Soap met an end. Forever, there will be nothing else to add right after it, if not things you already knew, or heavy silence.

“Can’t lose any more people in this life,” he sighed, “Johnny must be the goddamn last, y’hear?”

You heard.

You craned your neck to the side so your cheek would slot in his palm. Saltwater dampened your skin and moistened his calluses.

“Deal,” you croaked.

He nodded, taking in your word, digesting it. A stupid promise, really. No one can pledge such a thing, but at that moment he cared very little for it. Especially when he felt your lips press against his palm.

“Deal.”

You bit your thumbnail in silence, then brought it in front of your eyes to look at the red indent around it. A droplet of blood seeped through the crack, and you suckled on it to soothe it.

Ghost abruptly walked in, the door almost flying off its hinges. He closed it behind him but didn’t take a seat. Instead, he rested his back against the shut threshold and folded his arms in front of his chest. A nod of his jaw that shifted the fabric of the balaclava was all he offered.

Now that everyone was in, the moment you had been dreading the most arrived. Albeit you had been planning this for weeks, your stomach still felt like it had swallowed a rock.

You stood up, wonky on your feet. The chair screeched as it slid back.

“I’m retiring.”

If the silence was thick before, now it felt like a boulder.

When volcanos erupt, it’s rare for lava to burst into the air and fall like sizzling rain over the landscape below it. What kills every living creature, it’s the dust that settles afterwards: it's scorching hot, stops life in its tracks.

The moment the words bubbled from your throat like molten lava, the residues puffed out of your crater and deposited on everything surrounding you. The room now felt like a ghost town, with each breathing soul inside turned into a forever statue.

The only thing that moved was Simon, who wrenched the door open and left.

It had been weeks since you last saw him. Well, you did see him: Stirling Lines wasn't that big. But he didn't see you. He didn't knock on your door anymore and barely acknowledged your presence if he found you in his vicinity.

It felt pointless to continue your search for attribution if he wasn’t looking for it with you, so with a quick swipe of your arm, you trashed every blueprint, every post-it note, every map, and leaflet. Maybe that would grant Soap some rest as well.

A signature away from your departure, you were lying in your bed, ready to knock yourself out with a few droplets of benzodiazepine. The route to the comatose dreamless night that awaited you, though, was interrupted by a series of raps against your door.

After years in the military, you had developed quite the remarkable hearing – if one was willing to exclude the tinnitus. It meant you could recognize whose footsteps belonged to whom, whose breathing was coming from whose mouth, and which knock pertained to which hands. You knew these knuckles, indeed. Hastily tossing your legs over the edge of the bed, you padded your socked feet against the linoleum of your private quarters. Fingers shakily curled around the doorknob, and you yanked the door open.

It wasn’t like in movies, when after such a long absence time slows down when your eyes touch, no.

It was raw, irate, and spiteful.

Simon placed a thick hand on your shoulder and shoved you aside to barge in. You barely managed to recollect your balance when he slammed the door closed behind him. He looked around the room as if searching for something but not being quite sure of what. Habit, you thought.

Brown eyes that never showed much of the constant turmoil brewing in his head now landed on you sizzling with hatred.

He yanked the mask off. It fell limply to the ground.

His cheeks were flushed, whether from the warmth that had been building behind the cheap fabric of the mask or from hot anger, you couldn’t tell.

"We had a deal.”

It ripped the air from your lungs, vacuumed them clean, and ironed them flat. Your hand flew at the base of your throat, fingers nervously rubbing against your collarbone.

His voice was clouded by an unbreachable fog of anger. You felt as if you were sailing through the ocean on a moonless night, only darkness ahead of you and a single oar in your hands. That’s how it felt to navigate through Simon Riley, even now that you had managed to have a grasp on the person he was.

Your pupils traveled along his person to settle on his face, not jaded like usual but contorted in a scowl. The strain at the junction of his jaw wasn’t a new sight, nor were the taut tendons of his neck.

Sometimes, he’d fall asleep on the couch in your office; your head on his shoulder or cradled in his lap. You’d wake up then, at the sound of teeth grinding. Bruxism in his sleep, jagged sounds that made your hair stand on end. Gingerly, you used to lift your hands and press the tips of your fingers at his jaw hinge, massaging the spot until he stopped.

You wished you could do it now.

"I’m sorry," you replied calmly, trying to quell his spirits and failing spectacularly.

He took hasty steps around the room, pacing like a lunatic. You didn’t have the guts to walk closer to stop him, not yet. What left his lips next, though, made you want to crumble to the floor like a house of cards.

“Leaving ‘cause I told you all tha’?” he snapped, “’cause you can’t handle another broken case to add to your file?”

Fear of approaching him left your body like steam from a cup, indeed that’s what you did. As he relentlessly paced around the cramped space of a military-issued room, you stopped him with a gentle hand on his bicep.

He froze and yanked his arm away. Your palm like blistering coal against his skin.

You knew he was as hulking as they come, you knew he was built like a goddamned brick house, and you knew he towered over you (he towered over most, in your defense). Yet, nothing could have prepared you for the way he languidly turned to face you, looking down. You craned your neck back, otherwise your eyes would only meet his collarbones, peeking through the loose black tee he was wearing – casual comfort clothes he wore to sleep at night, those few times he did.

"Never think that,” you stated, stressing the adverb, “Never think that.”

You swallowed thickly, yet your eyes never wavered, "I – It’s complicated,” but it truly wasn’t.

Your expression softened, but you knew it would do little to smother the flames in his eyes, ready to flatten the entirety of the room.

"After Johnny, I couldn’t anymore,” you whispered, “I can’t, Simon.”

The defeated tone of yours had the bite of a skillfully honed blade. It cracked his ribcage open and stabbed the heart he didn't think he owned anymore.

He murmured then, eyes narrowed, “The fuck you mean you can’t?”

Your mouth curled down and you rolled your lips between your teeth. The tip of your tongue soothed a crack in the skin.

"I'm scared," you wheezed as if the words were difficult to utter. Scared of loss, scared of death, scared of pain, scared of scars, both physical and mental. Scared of the future, scared of your past and his, scared it would haunt you until you'd turn cold and stiff - all the people you've killed and those who survived. Fear, in its unfettered, most gut-wrenching form.

He tongued his cheek, somewhat irritated by the statement. He let the words stick like molasses to his eardrums, muffling each sound. Simon wasn’t a stranger to fear; he walked with it hand-in-hand, a faithful companion that never left his shadow. Yet, he hated that you were feeling it because in his mind you didn't deserve it.

He would have liked to tell you that, but words always failed him when he needed them the most.

"Thought you’d have grown thick skin by now," his voice was low, controlled, and deadly. Meant to hurt, meant not to graze but to cut. It was all he knew, how to hurt – especially when he was aching as well.

You looked up at him through the furrow of your brows, brief anger flashing in your eyes. You set it aside, instead opting to cast your gaze sideways. You cupped your elbows in a sort of self-reassuring hug, thumbs indenting in the flesh of your biceps.

"I wish I did,” you murmured, “Can’t grow that type of skin, it seems.”

He wanted to rebuild the cocoon he had so carefully crafted around you. He wanted to go back being the shield that kept you from any harm. The chainmail that prevented each stab.

He wanted to be that skin you didn’t seem to grow, like a reptile losing its inborn ability to replenish its flesh.

Johnny’s passing took his cold heart and thrashed it. The bond he deepened with you afterwards made it regrow. He wondered, when he'd look at you during those days, as you leeched your brain dry over blueprints and notes, if you were aware of it.

You scared him most delightfully, and he thought whether his heart should reveal itself to be more than a muscle, or a fist covered in blood.

That's why the resentful look in your eyes felt like fresh water on the fire in his chest. How could he let you drain yourself dry over this, when you had been the only light the moment his world blew out each candle.

So, his anger took the backseat, and he sighed. Drawn-out, long, and tortuous.

“Where you goin’, then?” he said, softer.

You felt it, the sorrow of his tone. It made your head swivel in his direction. You blinked, opened your mouth to answer, and hesitated.

“Bury,” you breathed, “Bury St. Edmunds.”

His eyes narrowed in thought: you could almost see the map of England he had cast in front of him reflected in his pupils.

“’s about a four-hour drive from here," his voice trailed off.

"Yeah," you mused, slightly confused by the abrupt switch in his behavior. But you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, were you?

Instead, your hands slid up your arms soothingly, "Found a nice flat there, in the city center.”

You shrugged, trying to act as if it wasn’t a big deal, although Simon could tell it was by the way your eyes twinkled at the mention. Something new, something fresh that promised a new beginning, away from bloodshed and loss, closer to warmth and familiarity.

Closer to home.

"It’s nice. It has a small balcony that faces the cathedral,” you went on, sounding almost bashful, “Was thinkin’ about growing my own herbs? Like basil, and such.”

He didn’t reply or move. Barely breathed.

Just stared.

Stared at the soft expression on your face, at the way your lashes framed your eyes. Stared at the way your lip trembled, ever so slightly, as you blabbered about such ordinary things like balconies, and churches and bloody herbs.

He could already picture you with dirt under your bitten fingernails as you dug into brown, ceramic vases, refusing to wear gardening gloves.

He could hear your bare feet padding against the hardwood floor as you went on to brew your tea. Or the squeaking sound of the cushions of a leather couch as you dropped on it, without a care in the world, holding a book by its spine.

You truly disarmed him in that simplicity – a dress he realized he would’ve loved to see you wear more often.

You seemed unaware of the subtle awe that glinted in his pupils, since you went on to add how the flat had a guest room – although it completely flew over his thick head. What did reach his eardrums, though, was what you said next, "And it has two keys."

He snapped out of his reverie and swallowed.

"Two keys," he echoed.

His willpower felt as thin as an ice slab under the blistering sun. It melted pitifully and turned into a warm puddle in his chest. Nothing could’ve stopped him as his feet marched to you, closing both physical and emotional gaps.

He palmed your cheek and whispered with certain hoarseness in his voice, "Two damn keys.”

Your heart swelled three times its size. You swore you felt the indents left against it by each rib. Leaning your cheek against his hand, like you’d done many nights before, the most subtle of smiles graced your features.

Simon vowed he’d fight tooth and nail to see it grow.

You whispered, then, "If you want, you can just drive those four hours 'n pop in. I'll make you a cuppa, maybe take you for a tour around Bury.”

His eyes softened – crinkles at the corners and brows twitching in the middle.

"Four fuckin' hours for a cuppa and a tour,” he mumbled, "What are you, the Queen of England?"

You huffed a chuckle, pretending to find his sarcasm annoying by adding a roll of your eyes. Truthfully, you’d pay good fucking money to hear it daily.

"I'm gonna need the spare key, though" he whispered, his thumb brushed your cheek reverently.

You lifted your hand to trace his often-cracked knuckles with the pads of your fingers, “Not a spare key – your key.”

Simon swallowed thickly again. He ran his tongue over his teeth, clamping his jaw shut. His gaze hardened, his pupils danced about your face, awfully concentrated, as if he were refraining from doing something.

His sudden silence made your resolve waver. You removed your hand from the back of his, curling your fingers as if you were touching some hot surface. It stayed there, furled in a loose fist in the space between your chests.

“You could come and spend your leaves there," you whispered tentatively, "Leave your things at my flat, so each time you come over they're already there."

It took all your courage to speak, but you knew the die had been cast already. The only thing left for you to do was to simply go for it and take the damage, or leave victorious.

"Until it's full of you,” you released a shaky breath, “Until it's your little flat, too."

Simon’s breath suddenly shortened. He'd never felt at home, not even when he was supposed to have one. He'd come close to it when his brother got clean and managed to build a family for himself, or when the task force was tight-knit, with Johnny chatting his ear off with his incomprehensible Scottish lilt. But it was never his.

This, though.

He’d be damned if he let it slip through the cracks of his fingers.

"Until it's our flat," he breathed.

His other hand reached out as well, and he placed it on your opposite cheek, "Until it’s our little flat.”

You’d be lying if you said those weren’t words you had been reciting in your head ever since you put in your retirement request. Ever since you started looking for a flat that could host two people instead of one.

Indeed, you’d naively thought that the moment they would be uttered (if ever) you would have been ready for them. But you weren't, not at all – they felt like a gut punch.

You had to bite your lip to repress tears that had treacherously made their way into your eyes, now glossy and a little wide. To think that you were able, somehow, to give him some reprieve from a life that seemed to not want him, gave you incommensurable joy.

"Our home," you croaked.

"Our home," he echoed languidly, with a thick voice, as if it hurt to speak, "Our bed. And our bloody balcony on the cathedral, and our sofa, our kitchen, and – “

He paused. Swallowed, seemingly torn. Words seemed to fail him again, but he didn’t let them – not this time. He’d fight through the fear of it all being the umpteenth joke life was taunting him with. Not you, never you – his one good hand in a lifetime of poor draws.

"And every – fucking – thing in between."

You chuckled. It’s wet with tears and disbelief.

Oh, to see him thrive in anticipation for something, instead of dreading what life has in store for him.

Your hand left the gentle grip it had on his knuckles, and you cupped his face as well – mimicking how he was holding yours.

"Every," you whispered, "Bloody, fucking thing," and nudged your nose with his, "In between."

Your lips landed on his instantly.

It was stupidly clumsy at first because you were both torn in half between what felt good and what was right. His tongue slipped between your lips as soon as you parted them for air; your teeth clacked together. You chuckled against his lips; he drank it like an oasis. His life parched of what you could give him, what you were giving him.

It took him a moment to get used to the sensation, to adjust to you. But when he finally did, he kissed you back ravenously, nothing shy from desperate. He craved your touch so fiercely. A push and pull of wandering hands, tangled in your hair and yours in his.

You were finally back where he wanted you, in the cocoon he crafted just for you, made with his flesh. Bulletproof arms around you, holding tighter—as if his ribcage could open and he could store you there, where you'd be forever safe.

He placed his foot between your legs, pushing them open. You complied when he gently nudged your knee so you’d fall back against the mattress.

Eventually, your lips parted. You and Simon shared a breath.

You were positively flushed, breathless, and limp in his grasp. He thought he'd never seen anything this breathtaking.

You smiled, all teeth and creases at the corners of your eyes, cheeks tipped pink as they pushed against your eyes – little crescents he’d look at for days on end.

Simon was left a little dumbfounded, though, when you squirmed under his weight to extend an arm. He followed it with his eyes and saw your hand struggling to fumble with the drawer of your nightstand. You pulled out a key and held it in the space between your faces. 

"Your key," you whispered bashfully, as if unaware that the mere sight sent Simon's heart into arrhythmia.

You placed a soft peck to his lips, "To our home."

Simon let out a staggered exhale. He wrapped his fingers around the key, closed his fist around it.

A symbol of a new beginning, one that Simon finally didn’t dread. Something good rippling through his life like fresh water, even amidst the mud of shared grief and loss.

We're good people,

And we both deserve peace.

"To our home," he whispered back, "To our home."

And let breath be air, 

And love the things I know might disappear.

And the last light of the sun

I let it slow me down

I'll crawl where everybody runs.

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cry baby | chapter nine

Summary: The makeover.

Warning: ???

Word Count: 939

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Each day that followed that evening in the bar, you battled to maintain your composure at work or amongst your friends. Your anxiety was only fueled by the continued whispers of accusations and suspicions. You needed a distraction, something to pull you out of the spiral of worry and guilt. And, you knew the ladies just for the job.

One evening, after a long day, you sent a text to your group chat consisting of only you, Natasha, and Wanda. You missed your girl's nights in with them, the times you shared laughter, stories, and secrets. As you typed out your text, an idea struck you - a makeover. You could use a refresh, something to break free from the cloud that loomed over you. 

The next day, you arrived at their apartment with excitement and anticipation. “Ready to become a new you?” As you entered the apartment, Natasha teased as she gestured toward the many outfits and makeup products in the living area. 

The apartment was cozy and inviting, the rooms filled with colors and their personal touches. 

“Let’s get started!” Wanda exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she entered from the kitchen, drinks in hand. “First things first, we need to pick out some outfits!”

You spent the next couple of hours trying on clothes, you laughed as your friends debated which of their styles suited you best. After some compromise between them, they settled on one of Wanda’s sleek, red leather jackets paired with Natasha’s dark jeans and a pair of combat boots - a look that you thought screamed confidence and strength.

You sat down as they got to work with your hair and makeup. Nat worked on your hair while Wanda focused on your makeup. “You know,” Natasha began, her voice gentle as she brushed your hair. “This isn’t going to make you any stronger, you’re already the strongest out of us all.” 

Wanda nodded in agreement. “You’ve handled everything with grace, this is just for fun, okay?” 

As they continued their work, you tried to stop your eyes from welling from their words. You knew this wasn’t about your physical changes, it was about embracing a new mindset, one where you could face the world without crying.

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When you were done, you hardly recognized yourself. Your hair was styled with braids and a bandana, and your makeup accentuated your features. It gave you a bold, darker look. You felt like a different person, like someone who wouldn’t have trouble saying no to anyone. 

“I don’t even know what to say,” you murmured, turning to face your friends. “Thank you,”

“Don’t thank us yet,” Natasha grinned. “We’ve got one more surprise for you.” 

She led you to the front door as Wanda picked up an extra helmet and her keys. “We’re going to the bar,” she said, gesturing you to follow them. “Time to show off your new look.” 

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A hush fell over the bar as you stepped into the familiar room. An intensity rose as all eyes turned toward you and your friends. They flanked you as you walked toward your usual booth, their presence giving you an extra boost of confidence. 

You noticed Steve, Bucky, and Sam were already at your booth. Their eyes widened in surprise as they saw you. The rest of the bar had similar reactions, quiet gasps and murmurs of appreciation filled the air. 

“Wow,” Steve said, standing up to hug you. His expression shifted as he noted the lingering stares from the others in the bar. His protective instinct reveals itself. “You look amazing, Sis,” 

Sam nodded in agreement, a playful smirk spreading across his face. 

You blushed, “Thanks, it’s all thanks to Nat and Wanda.” Giving your friends a small smile, you gestured you were going over to the bar. 

As you settled by the bar, Bucky’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the attention you were attracting. A group of men at the bar began whispering, and he noticed their glances toward you. He stood up and walked over to you, his large frame looming over you.

“You okay with all this attention?” he asked, his voice low as he leaned in closer. His gaze flickered back to the men, his jaw tightening. 

You nodded, trying to keep your eyes dry. 

He sighed staying by you as you ordered drinks for your group. The scanning of the room from Bucky didn’t stop, he sent uneasy glances toward anyone who looked your way. 

You tried to explain to him how the makeover had made you feel like a tougher version of yourself, more like Natasha and Wanda. You hoped that maybe not looking like the ‘weak link’ would make you no longer be, just that. 

After what felt like a while, he leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper. “So, you’re telling me,” he muttered, his breath warm against your ear, “you’re not going to cry if someone like… Rumlow came in here now and got this close to you?” 

His thumb brushed lightly over your cheek, and a shiver involuntarily rushed down your spine. “Bucky, I…”

He didn’t let you finish, your gaze locked with his as his face was mere inches from yours. Your heart raced at the intensity between the two of you. “What about this close?” he asked as he moved his hand lower, grazing his fingers lightly over the exposed skin on your neck.  

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your emotions. “No… I know you’d never let him this near.” 

A smile spread across his face, his expression softening. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “That's my girl.” 

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Therapy Hybrid (Golden Retriever!Jung Hoseok x Reader)

Warning- Contains themes of depression, anxiety and suicide. Avoid it if you must. I have other fun stuff on my account for you.

Summary- Hybrids have existed along with humans for a long time. So, long that sometimes they can help you when you're at your lowest.

Hybrids have been a part of human society for as long as anyone could remember. They were made to help humans, as a commodity. And right now, they were a part of catering to human needs, as carnal or as basic as possible. Hence, why they didn't have autonomy and had to be owned by humans as a personal luxury or a public commodity.

Y/N was the few people who didn't see the appeal of hybrid, that's why she just stared at her Psychiatrist. She had been seeing Dr Kim for a long time. It had started out when she had finished college; things were going great until they weren't. She had realised that she had always been depressed, ever since she was a teen and decided to finally get the help she needed.

But this didn't help much. As time passed, neither the therapy nor the medications helped and she decided that maybe ending it would be the best option. She had made sure to leave no traces, made sure no one would find her for at least two days. But she forgot to factor in her best friend who had decided to pay a surprise visit since she seemed down. That's when Jen walked into the house. She had always had the code to the house, so unlocking it wasn't the issue. The real issue was the whole house was blacked out and silent. Jen felt her heart beat out of her chest. She threaded the house slowly, calling out to her best friend. Her voice cracking in the middle. Jen slowly opened the door to her bedroom to find Y/N on the bed with froth coming out of her mouth and a couple bottles of pills next to her.

The ambulance arrived promptly and Jen even showed the paramedics and the doctors the bottle, who were able to quickly pump her stomach and get her the antidote as soon as possible. Jen cried as she waited and cried again when they told her that Y/N would be okay. She didn't scold her or get angry at her; she just hugged her as she cried into her best friend, clinging onto her for dear life.

After that incident, Y/N was kept in the hospital for a while. Jen couldn't stay long and left when the doctors gave her the green light. She hugged her best friend good bye and promised to see her in a few days. Jen now lived with the constant worry and guilt, the big what if that loomed on her. She made sure to get updates from Y/N's doctor regarding how she was; still not at ease.

"I think it would be best that you get a therapy hybrid" Dr Kim suggested. She had wanted to discharge her but Y/N still looked unstable. Y/N stared at her a whole minute before opening her mouth, "What's that?" "Well, hybrids have been trained for many things and one of the key being, therapy. I think, it would benefit you. In the long run" she stated. "I'll think about it" Y/N replied half heartedly.

The next day Dr Kim showed up with a man; a hybrid to be exact. He had dark hair, sharp features but two golden ears and a golden tail that wouldn't stop swaying as he stood there. "This is Hobi" she introduced the man to Y/N. "You can spend time with him while you're here and if you feel like it's helping maybe he can be there for you, even at home" Dr Kim insisted as she exited the room. "Actually my name's Jung Hoseok but everyone calls be Hobi for short. It's like hope" he smiled politely. He had a background on Y/N's case and would thread carefully.

The next few days in the hospital, Y/N and Hobi got closer and even started chatting together which Hoseok saw as a good thing. So, when she was being discharged, the hospital lent her Hoseok, as her therapy hybrid.

When they reached home, the place still held remnants of her past attempt. But Hoseok said nothing and offered to help clean the place. Y/N had no energy to even dispute the claim and just let him do whatever.

Hoseok left the home spotless. He made food three times a day and even went grocery shopping to stock up. But he didn't leave her alone. Making sure to involve her in some way or another. Y/N was starting to come around. She had started to help him with minor tasks and enjoyed his company. Hoseok even helped her find freelance work so that she could take things at her pace.

As time went on, Y/N started to get better. Everyone around her had noticed; Jen could now breath a sigh of relief that her best friend was doing better. She was extremely grateful to Hoseok.

As time went on, Hoseok and Y/N weren't just patient and therapy hybrid but something more. They knew there were many ethical boundaries that would break; not being the fact that they were human and hybrid but because of their professional relationship. So, when Dr Kim wanted to take Hoseok back; Y/N wanted to keep him, not because she wasn't better but because she couldn't imagine a life without him.

It wasn't easy; but they made it happen. Hoseok was able to transfer his ownership from the hospital to Y/N. They found it a bit icky that she would own him but this was better than never being able to live together.

Y/N moved into a bigger place, a house with a backyard and beautiful scenery over looking it. She just wanted to give him everything. And it made her very happy to see his tail wag as he looked around when they moved in.

The pair was sat in the backyard on a picnic blanket with a picnic spread in front of them. Hobi laying on her lap as she threaded her fingers through his hair, scratching the area near his ear. They enjoyed the peace, as the birds chirped in the distance. They didn't know what they were; but they knew that they needed each other and were grateful to have found each other when they did.

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Writing Notes: Streamer Characters

Live Streamer

Also livestreamer or online streamer

Someone who makes videos that show them playing computer games, talking about products, or doing other activities, and streams them (i.e., puts them on the internet) at the same time as they are being made.

An individual who broadcasts real-time video content over the internet, engaging with an audience through online platforms.

Transmits live or on-demand audio or video content while users listen or watch.

Livestreams are deployed over various platforms, including social media platforms like YouTube Live, Facebook Live, Twitter, Instagram Live, and TikTok, as well as through professional business services, such as Kaltura and Dacast.

Unlike pre-recorded videos, live streams occur in the moment, allowing viewers to interact with the streamer through chat functions and other interactive features.

This immediacy creates a dynamic and engaging experience for both the streamer and the audience.

Live streamers cover a wide range of content:

playing video games,

hosting talk shows,

conducting interviews,

cooking,

crafting, and

live vlogging daily activities.

The versatility of live streaming content means that streamers can find their niche and build a community around shared interests.

Successful live streamers often cultivate a loyal following by maintaining a consistent streaming schedule, engaging directly with their viewers, and creating a sense of community.

What your Character does as a Live Streamer

Content Creation: Live streamers plan, prepare, and execute engaging live broadcasts. They choose topics or activities that resonate with their audience, maintain a consistent streaming schedule, and ensure that their content is entertaining and relevant to their viewers.

Audience Interaction: Interacting with viewers in real-time is a key responsibility. Streamers engage through live chat, responding to comments, questions, and feedback during the stream. They foster a sense of community by acknowledging and involving their audience, using interactive features like polls, Q&A sessions, and shout-outs to enhance viewer engagement.

Technical Management: Managing technical aspects is crucial to a successful stream. This includes setting up and maintaining streaming equipment such as cameras, microphones, lighting, and streaming software. Streamers must ensure a stable internet connection, troubleshoot technical issues promptly, and optimize stream quality to deliver a seamless viewing experience.

Monetization: Monetizing their channels is an important aspect for many streamers. This can involve receiving viewer donations, earning subscriptions (e.g., Twitch subscriptions), securing sponsorships and partnerships with brands, and generating revenue through advertising. Streamers may also leverage merchandise sales, affiliate marketing, or exclusive content to diversify their income streams.

Community Building: Building and nurturing a community around their content is essential. Streamers cultivate a loyal following by creating a welcoming environment, engaging with viewers regularly, and participating in community events or collaborations. They may also moderate chat and ensure a positive and inclusive atmosphere during streams.

Continuous Improvement: Successful streamers constantly strive to improve their content and grow their audience. They analyze viewer analytics to understand audience preferences and trends, experiment with new content formats or streaming techniques, and stay updated with industry trends and platform changes to maintain relevance and competitiveness in the streaming space.

What Type of Live Streamer is your Character?

Live streamers can be categorized into various types based on the content they stream and the communities they engage with. Here are some common types:

Gaming Streamers: Gaming streamers focus on playing and broadcasting video games live to their audience. They may specialize in specific genres such as first-person shooters, role-playing games, or multiplayer online battle arenas (MOBAs). Gaming streamers entertain viewers with their gameplay skills, commentary, and interactions with their audience through live chat.

IRL (In Real Life) Streamers: IRL streamers share their real-life experiences and activities in real-time. They broadcast everyday activities such as traveling, exploring new places, attending events, or participating in challenges. IRL streamers often engage their audience by interacting with them while showcasing their daily routines or special events happening in their lives.

Talk Show and Podcast Streamers: Talk show and podcast streamers host live discussions, interviews, or debates on various topics of interest. They invite guests or panelists to join their streams, engaging with them and their audience through insightful conversations and debates. Talk show streamers may cover topics ranging from politics and current events to pop culture and entertainment.

Creative Streamers: Creative streamers focus on showcasing their artistic talents and skills live. They create art, music, crafts, or digital designs while interacting with their audience. Creative streamers often provide tutorials, share their creative process, and take viewer suggestions or requests for their next project.

Music Streamers: Music streamers perform live music sessions, DJ sets, or music production sessions for their audience. They may cover popular songs, perform original compositions, or engage in interactive music creation with their viewers. Music streamers often use platforms that allow them to receive song requests and interact with their audience in real-time.

Fitness and Sports Streamers: Fitness and sports streamers broadcast live workouts, training sessions, or sports events. They provide exercise routines, fitness tips, and motivation to their audience while demonstrating exercises or participating in sports activities. Fitness streamers may also engage in challenges or competitions with their viewers.

Educational Streamers: Educational streamers conduct live tutorials, lectures, or workshops on topics such as science, technology, languages, or academic subjects. They share knowledge, answer viewer questions in real-time, and provide interactive learning experiences through demonstrations or experiments.

Cooking Streamers: Cooking streamers broadcast live cooking sessions where they prepare recipes, share cooking tips, and engage with their audience while demonstrating culinary techniques. They may also take viewer suggestions for recipes or cooking challenges, creating a community around food and culinary arts.

What Would your Character's Workplace Look Like?

The workplace of a live streamer is typically centered around creating a conducive environment for broadcasting engaging and interactive content.

Unlike traditional office settings, live streamers often work from home or a dedicated studio space that they have set up for streaming purposes.

This space is vital for maintaining control over the streaming setup and creating a comfortable atmosphere conducive to content creation.

At home, live streamers often have a designated area or room where they set up their streaming equipment.

This might include a high-quality camera, microphone, lighting rigs, and a powerful computer or gaming console capable of handling streaming software and gameplay simultaneously.

The setup is tailored to their specific streaming needs, ensuring optimal audiovisual quality and reliability during broadcasts.

Beyond the physical setup, the digital workspace of a live streamer involves managing streaming software, interacting with viewers through chat functions, and monitoring analytics in real-time.

This requires multitasking skills to engage with the audience while focusing on gameplay, discussion topics, or other content being streamed.

Streamers also use this digital space to collaborate with moderators, manage community interactions, and coordinate special events or collaborations with other content creators.

Some Streaming Strategies your Character Could Use

Makes their livestream unique

Focuses on their livestream audience’s needs

Surprises their livestream audience

Promotes their livestream

Interacts with their viewers

Tells viewers what to do at the end of a livestream (e.g., see more content, attend an event)

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