#YET IT STILL PLAYIN WITH IT LEAVE IT ALONE?????

[thedrotter]

today my computer has felt in a pranksty mood ! it felt funny and goofy and decided to not let me save anything and when i tried to open my file it said it was corrupted or didnt exist...☺️☺️ hours... of work...☺️☺️ and just a few days ago it deleted multiple hours of work on another file ! ☺️☺️

dear computer🩷 i will put you in the microwave throw you at a wall and crush you

[spideyhexx]

mdni

Billy took his poker games seriously.

He’d crack a few smiles at his boys here and there as they jest, but regardless of their friendships, the games were still taken with an air of seriousness.

You knew this, of course. You’d watch off to the side, paying attention to Billy and only him. The way his lips would quirk up ever so slightly when a play is made and you're sure you're the only one to notice it.

His hands are holding the cards in a gentle manner. He's sat back, on the verge of slouching. Broad shoulders, which tend to tense up a lot are rather calm.

You can't see his legs, but you know they're spread, that's just how he sits. And you start to pay less attention to the game, not that you were following it closely in the first place, too distracted by Billy's expression less face and his slow, but calculated movements.

The position he's in reminds you of one you're all too familiar with. You can't count how many times he's sat just like that but with you in is lap, kissing him until your lips hurt, your heat rubbing up against the bulge in his pants.

You've not had the chance to really touch each other yet. Time alone with Billy was sometimes hard to come by, so the ache inside of you felt like a ticking time bomb.

Your leg crosses over the other, looking for some sort of pressure as your thoughts continue to consume you. Your mind wanders to the last time you two had alone time, where you were so close to undressing and seeing him in his glory, but Jesse yelled for him and Billy was profusely apologizing while you two calmed down.

His hand had been so close, just mere centimeters from playing with your most sensitive parts, but he left you to deal with whatever business Jesse needed help with. And as you remember this, you feel your blood start to boil.

Even though his intentions were good, it still felt like the worst tease imaginable and it keeps replaying over and over in your head as you watch Billy wipe at the corner of his lips with his thumb before fingering a card.

His eyes shoot over to you and he sees your expression. He'd be confused. He's just as desperate for you as you are for him, but he figured you were patient enough to wait for the right moment where he can get you guys alone for a longer time.

Then, it feels like your legs are working without you even telling them to. You stand and walk over behind Billy. He tilts his head up to see you and lean down to kiss his cheek.

The men at the table snicker and Billy shoots a look at them, one of shyness or anger, you can't tell.

As soon as one of Billy's hands leaves the cards, you take the open space as an advantage to plop yourself into his lap.

"You better not be feedin' him anythin',' Jesse hollers from his side of the table and you put your hand over your heart.

"I swear, 'm not. I was just cold over there. Besides, Billy doesn't need my help playin' cards," the men laugh and you adjust in Billy's lap.

His breath hits your neck, but he doesn't seem too phased.

You play coy for a bit, keeping your hands to yourself and tucking your head against his neck. If you weren't aching for him, you'd probably even fall asleep right there against him.

But that's not what you're there for. When the game picks up, you take an opportunity to shift in Billy's lap, pushing your backside right up against his crotch.

You feel him swallow, but no other reaction comes about. You assume he just thought you were getting comfortable again. So you wait a few more minutes and do the same thing again, this time putting more pressure into it in the most subtle way you can.

He clears his throat, moving one of his hands to wrap around your front.

You think it's an effort to keep you still. So you push back again and his grip tightens. Your hands find the one splayed across your middle, playing with his fingers, trying to lull him to let you keep playing with him.

Billy's eyes focus anywhere but on you and you try your hardest not to smirk when you feel his erection pressing against you. It makes you feel powerful. You only rubbed against him a few times and he's already this hard? You feel your heat flutter at the thought of getting to see him and you grind back against him without thinking.

You can't see his face, but you assume he makes some sort of face, cause Jesse's saying, "You good there, Billy? Havin' doubts about winnin'?" Jesse is none the wiser to the fact that Billy actually has a winning hand, but he's too distracted by you.

"'M good," is all he gets out and you can hear the strain his voice, so of course you grind against him again, his hand moving to your hip instead.

You feel his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "don't play with me darlin'." It feels so soft, and his shaky breaths hit your skin as you contemplate what to do.

But you give his hand a reassuring squeeze and stay still despite the burning desire in you.

When he wins the game, a smile gracing his lips and a kiss is giving to your head, you shift in his lap to turn and kiss him, pressing your hip against his bulge and Billy quickly pulls away from the kiss before he moans into it, biting down on his cheek hard and awkwardly fixing his hat.

Soon, the men have all left the table, going to other parts of the camp they've set up and you give Billy the softest smile you can muster.

"I had to," you tell him, taking his hat off and brushing some of the curls that lay on his forehead, sweat perspiring there.

"Did you now?" He's amused, turning you into his lap more so you're straddling him, his arousal still present and pressing up against you.

You nod, kissing his nose, "I need you." He squirms beneath you, leaning closer to press his forehead to yours, his eyes sending shivers down your spine.

"take me."

let's chat about billy, here :)

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

don't know if you're doing it for him but au request for country club!steve and comfort! like reader has to calm or soothe him

Only five seconds seemed to pass between the front door closing and Steve throwing himself down into the armchair across from you with a heavy sigh.

He looked weary, tired, but no less handsome, his suit jacket thrown over the back of the seat and his tie loosened, top three shirt buttons undone. He swiped a hand over his face, rubbed at the corner of his eyes and then met your gaze, his smile tired and soft.

“Hey, honey,” he murmured, looking over at your lounging on the sofa.

“I take it the meeting didn’t go well?” You were gentle in how you spoke, sympathetic.

Steve scoffed, a breath of humourless laughter leaving his lips and he tugged on the ends of his hair, making a mess of it. “That’s an understatement. Mr Laing is tryin’ to play hardball as if this share is worth be chasing it. He’s got Harvey and Paulson talking to me like they’re Wall Street big dogs and I’m just—“ Steve broke off, sighing. “And my dad’s on my ass getting me to close and he won’t fuckin’ listen when I tell him it’s not worth it.”

You pouted, brows knitted together with concern because your boyfriend always lost his cool when his father was involved. So you kicked off the cashmere blanket you’d been using to stay warm and offered a hand to Steve instead. “C’mere, baby,” you cooed. “Lemme help, huh?”

You didn’t know shit about stocks and shares or the inside workings of Mr Laing’s scotch distillery, but you knew how to make Steve feel better.

It didn’t take much coaxing and Steve rose from his slump, crossing the living room to nudge himself between your legs, his shoes kicked off on the rug. He groaned as he lay over your, head resting on your tummy, a pretty, humming noise leaving his lips when your fingers delved into his hair. He rubbed his nose along the cotton of your shirt, just above your belly button and he sighed, much more satisfied than the last one.

It was soft, so incredibly fond, the way you skimmed your fingertips over the planes of his cheekbones, down the bridge of his nose, alone his jaw. You watched his eyes slip shut, lashes fanning over flushed cheeks and you grinned, smoothing his wild hair back from his forehead.

“Have you had dinner?” He asked into the soft of your stomach, his wide hands coming up to coast along your waist.

“Not yet,” you told him. “Was waitin’ on you.”

Another groan, luxurious and loving, a kiss to the space between your breasts. “You’re too fuckin’ cute,” Steve whispered. “Wanna order in?”

“We can do that,” you agreed and you knew then rhat there wouldn’t be any plans for either of you to leave the couch that night - not that you minded. “Someone’s gotta call though.”

Steve shuffled closer, eyes still closed, pouting. “No, no, no.” He found your wrist blind, guided your hand back to his head. “Not yet, keep playin’ with my hair, m’almost cured.”

[peachpitlover]

The Maybank Zoo

Word Count: 941

Pairing: Dad!JJ

JJ Maybank never thought he’d see the day his daughter toddled inside with a toad in her hands. He never cared for the creatures, and you were absolutely terrified of them. So you couldn’t help but shriek when she came inside with a large frog cradled in her small hands.

“Daddy, look!” She beamed, pushing her hands up toward him.

“What do you have there, bug?”

“A froggie! Uncle B saw it on the boat: he’s hungry, daddy; we have ta’ feed him!”

“Yeah?” He smiled as he pushed her sweaty hair away from her forehead, and she nodded. “What does he eat? Should we get him… pizza?” The laugh his sweet girl let out made his heart squeeze as he tried to commit this moment to memory.

“Daddy! Froggies don’t eat pizza! You’re so silly!” She giggled as she placed the wriggling frog on the dining room table.

You let out a shiver as the small amphibian wiped its eyes clean. “Jesse James, get that frog off of my 

table!”

“No mama! He’s so hungry,” Florence whined.

“You can feed him outside, bug. He doesn’t need to dirty my table,.” you frowned.

“He can’t eat outside, mama! Where is he supposed to sit?”

Yeah, mama, where is he supposed to sit?” JJ smirked as he nudged your arm with his elbow, eyebrows raised.

“On the floor, where he lives!”

C'mon, daddy, we have to find him some crickets!” She smiles and takes his hand before leading him back outside, leaving you alone with the slimy frog.

“Woah!” Florence gasped as John B hauled a huge fish into the boat.

“See that Flo-Flo?” He grins.

“Yup! He’s just so big—he’s huge! Daddy, he’s bigger than my hand!”

JJ can’t help but laugh at her comparison, considering almost everything is bigger than her tiny hand.

“I see that! You wanna name him?”

“Oh! I’m gonna name him Nemo!”

“Nah, this is my dinner, bug.” John B. clarified as he tossed the fish into the ice bucket.

Her face drops into one of absolute horror, turning to JJ.

“But he’s my friend, Uncle B. I named him! I was gonna take him home,” she frowned

and crossed her chubby little arms over her chest.

“What about the other two fish at home? Your two Nemos?”

“They need a friend!”

“Baby, this fish will eat your Nemos,” JJ explains.

Her eyes widen, and she turns to John B. “Eat him, Uncle B!”

As her uncles and dad continued to fish, Florence sat cross-legged with her cute little bucket hat as she named each and every worm in the bucket.

“An’ you’re Mrs. Stretch, ‘cause you’re so long!” She squealed to herself as she placed it to the side. She wiped her hands on her little shorts before she swiped her hand over her sweaty forehead. She stood and wobbled over to where Pope sat with a beer. As she plopped herself into his lap, she raised the hand still holding the fascinatingly large worm up for him to see.

“I named her Mrs. Stretch cause she’s huge! Uncle Pope she’s as long as my foot - yet another laughable comparison.

“I think she’s longer than that, babe! That’s a Whipworm,” he said as he let her place the creature in his hands.

“You playin’ with my bait, bug?” JJ teased.

“‘M not playing, daddy! I’m takin’ care of ‘em,” she said matter-of-factly.

The name bug dates back to Florence’s very first word. Sitting against JJ in the garden, Florence sat in your lap, facing away, as she admired all the new and interesting sights. An ant had crawled up her little leg, and instead of shrieking in horror like most babies would, she smiled, looked back at her parents, and pointed.

“What’s that, Flo?” JJ cooed.

She all but cackled at the insect that tickled her delicate skin as it walked.

“Is that a little bug, Flo-Flo?” You smiled and said, “Is it so funny, baby?”

“Bug!” She exclaimed.

Wha-?” You gasped.

“Did she? That’s her first word? Baby, she said her first word!”

“Oh my god! She said bug! Did you hear it, J?”

“What’s that, baby?” He asked as he took her tiny hand.

“Bug! Ba!” Florence squealed.

“Are you our little bug, huh, baby? Our sweet little bug?” You giggled as you held her up to litter kisses all over her cheeks.

Although you and JJ didn't care for the slimy creatures Florence loved to bring home, you couldn’t help but feel your heart melt at the absolute tenderness she showed each and every animal she found. How could you say no to her beautiful heart?

That’s how you ended up with two cats, a Betta fish, a small minnow, and an endless amount of animal friends needing to spend the night. It’s all worth it to see the way she tucked her hands behind her back and leaned down to press a kiss to your eldest cat’s head as gently as possible. Before whispering goodnight wishes to him. She moved on to climb onto a dining chair to bid your other cat goodnight with a light pet. It was a routine, really; your cats were always first, then she would turn off the lights in the fish tank and smile at her scaly friends before moving onto whatever animal was seeking refuge in your home that night. She’d attempt to tuck the temporary Maybank in and whisper promises of good dreams and being returned home in the morning. You and JJ would watch on with full, proud hearts as she showed such care and respect to the animals in your home.

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[miyuhpapayuh]

Shame on me.

“It’s a shame for you,

It’s a shame for me..

Is the blame on you?

I could say the same for me!

After the wrong, is there a right?”

That’s exactly what she was wondering as she watches her boyfriend of one year, Lucky, sing to another random girl on stage.

It wasn’t even the fact that he was singing to them, because she understood the attraction that women had towards him, and she couldn’t blame them.

But, she didn’t think there was any real reason why he should be getting down on his knees and gripping them up and being all in their faces.

She’s expressed her slight frustration, once, and he chalked it up to her being paranoid. And of course, when that wasn’t enough to make her calm down, he fucked every doubt right out of her mind.

But, that only holds over for so long.

So, here they are again. Lucky out there on bended knee making some pretty brown girl squeal with joy, while his lover fumes behind the curtains.

After the show was over and the pair were on their way home, the unwanted conversation lingered in the air.

With her arms folded across her chest, she stared out of the window at the dark blue sky, while Lucky kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, already knowing that this was about to tear up his nerves.

“Wassup, baby?” He asks, briefly looking in her direction. “Why you facin’ the window?”

“Hm. I could think of a couple reasons, but I’ll keep ‘em to myself.”

He sucks his teeth. “Let’s not do this, tonight.”

“That’s why I said I’ll keep ‘em to myself.” She snaps, looking in his direction.

“Here we go.”

“David, please. If you’re not gonna be real, then just leave it alone.”

Taking offense, he pulls into an empty lot and parks the car.

She rolls her eyes, not moving her position. “It’s dark out here and you playin’.”

“I’m not playin’. I’m bein’ real. Wassup witchu?” He nudges her arm, pissing her off.

“You know exactly wassup with me. But, it ain’t no big deal to you, so whatever.”

“You sure? Cause, it’s whatever doesn’t sound like a very solid stance.”

She rolls her eyes. "Leave me alone."

He stares at her. “You gon tell me what's got you so angry or is it still whatever?"

“Fuck you, Lucky. Seriously.” She spats, fully facing him. "You know why I'm upset. It's why I'm always upset, with no good reason, according to you."

“You know what? I don’t know what it’s gonna take for you to understand. Why we gotta argue? You don’t see me blowin’ up at you for them lil stunts you be pullin’!” He responds.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Right. We got amnesia, now? You don’t be posting half naked all over Instagram, every week?”

“Are you serious, right now?” She asks.

“Dead serious.  You always trippin’ and goin’ on bout me and what I be doin’, like you ain’t out here lookin’ like you want some attention.”

“Well, I wonder why the fuck that is!” She huffs.

“So, that’s my fault too, huh?” He chuckles, resuming his driving to their destination.

“Fucking duh.” She grumbles, continuing to stare out of the window.

“I’m not looking for anybody’s attention, but yours. You stupid motherfucker. But, you’re too busy giving it to them heffas you call fans.”

“You act like I’m cheating on you.”

“You might as well be.” She quips.

“Just let me know when you’re ready to have a rational conversation.” He pats her knee, chuckling again as she jerks away from his touch.

Back at home, the pair’s annoyance with each other continued to fester.

“Aren’t you tired of walking back and forth, yet?” Lucky asks, growing tired of her pacing the expansive floor in front of their bed. “Come sit down, please.”

“Not if you’re not gonna listen to me. I might as well go downstairs.”

“I’m listening to you! I’ve been all ears, all night!” He grows defensive, his voice rising by the slightest.

“Lucky, fix your tone.” She warns.

Sighing to himself, he shakes his head. “Please, just come and sit down.”

Reluctantly sitting down beside him, she looks up at him. He’s already staring back at her.

“Talk.”

“I’m not cheating on you. I go out on stage and do my job. You know I love my fans. I just go out there and make ‘em happy. That’s it. I’m sorry that I made you feel disrespected and neglected, baby. That was never my intention.” He frowns, reaching out to grab her hands into his own.

“You know how I get.. it’s no excuse, but I just can’t handle someone being that close to you. Touching you and clinging onto you like I do. And, it makes it worse when you indulge, but I know that’s your job. I got it. I’m sorry, too.”

“That’s how I felt, when you was postin’ that shit on the gram.” He snorts, “had ya ass hangin’ out, muhfuckas lookin’ at my goods and shit.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She pouts.

“I should bend you ova’ my knee,” his deep brown eyes glow in the dimly lit room. She fails to hide the smirk growing on her lips.

As the tension leaves the room, it’s quickly replaced by lust so thick, it clouds their minds.

“Come’ere.” She beckons him with a single finger, resulting in him tackling her into the sheets, pulling and yanking at her clothes, until she’s as naked as the day she was born.

She tugs on the bottom of his shirt, before his hands place hers on the bed. “Stay just like this.”

Kissing her rebuttal away, his lips touch every part of her skin as he sinks into her lap, guiding her long legs over his shoulders.

Her hands quickly thread into his coils, tugging as his tongue glides over her clit, down to her opening and back up.

Over and over.

“Oh fuuuuuuck!” She moans.

“Mmmmh,” he moans against her, driving her wild. His hands rubbing up and down her sides.

“Shit!,” she breathes. “Just like that!”

Adding his index and middle finger to the equation, she explodes in no time.

But, he didn’t cease, until he brought her to another climax so intense, she damn near pushed him away.

He chuckles, rising up from the bed to strip.

“I ain’t even gave you this dick yet, baby. Don’t tap out on me, yet.”

Sinking back into between her legs, his eyes lock on hers as they move in sync.

“I love you,” he mumbles over her parted lips, her breathing slowly picking up.

“I love you, too.”

Hips grinding against hers, poking at that spot that seizes her up.

“Yes, babyy… that’s the spot.” She whines, sinking her nails into his hips as he picks up speed with every thrust, til he’s damn near pounding into her.

“My god!” She whimpers, lifting her head up to look between them at the mess they’re making, not getting far as Lucky pushes her head back towards the pillows.

“So fuckin’ good… mmm!” He growls, hand cupping her face.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna—- oooh shit, baby!” Her legs open and close around his thighs, fighting off her release.

“Cum on this dick, baby,” was enough to drive her over the edge, her nails digging into his back.

Tossing her onto her stomach, he wastes no time sliding back into her. She bites down on her bottom lip.

“Don’t get all quiet now… talk yo shit, babe.” He taunts, easily locating one of her many spots.

“Unh… fuck you,” she moans, rolling her hips against him.

He deeply chuckles, smacking her ass. “Fuck me, huh.”

“Mmmhm.. I hate you.” She teases, smirking once he grabs the front of her neck and begins to drive into her, roughly.

Her mouth falls open, nothing but gasps escaping as his strokes actively take her breath away.

“You hate me… but, you love when I get up in this pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You love when daddy make you cum, don’t you?”

“Yesss, yes! Deeper… deeper, baby!” She yells, drunk on his stroke.

Doing just that, he touches her soul with just a few thrusts, her eyes almost rolling out of her head.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping the sheets in her hands. “Right there, babyyyy… right there!”

“I’m where you need me, baby?”

“Yeah! I’m gonna cum— I’m gonna cum!” Her arch begins to falter as her orgasm shatters through her, pulling him down as well.

“Ah shitttt,” his grip on her neck tightens, before slowly loosening as he fills her with his warmth.

“Mmh,” he sighs, pressing kisses up her spine as she comes down from her high. “You still mad at me?”

They share a laugh.

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[rose-pearls]

The Great War

Summary: you can't help but compare Rooster to your old fling, but can you make it out of the war without losing him?

My knuckles were bruised like violets Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked Spineless in my tomb of silence Tore your banners down, took the battle underground And maybe it was ego swinging Maybe it was her Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

The rain was falling down as you lay there, trying to escape the memories, while trying not to wake Rooster up. Memories of Jake and your relationship, if you could even call that, came back in a blur. The moments that you spent together, the many times you let him break you and the moment he finally manages to break your heart. All of those memories that you had pushed far away came back after you saw him at the Hard Deck last night and you didn’t know how to push them back into the box.

All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, sweet dream was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War Always remember Uh-huh, tears on the letter I vowed not to cry anymore If we survived the Great War

Rooster was the picture-perfect boyfriend, always there for you no matter what and the most supportive person you’ve ever had by your side. But you still couldn’t stop your mind from imagining the worst-case scenarios. You tried not to cry as you lay there in the bathroom after pushing him away for the hundred time, just because your mind couldn’t stop comparing him to Jake. 

You drew up some good faith treaties I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone You said I have to trust more freely But diesel is desire, you were playin' with fire And maybe it's the past that's talkin' Screamin' from the crypt Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did So I justified it

He had been laughing with Phoenix all night long and although deep down you knew nothing was happening between them you couldn’t help but feel insecure at the sight of them, old feelings coming back to life. 

“There you are, I’ve been searching for you everywhere.”, you hear a few minutes later and turn to see Rooster, smiling at you while you feel sick.

“Really? You looked quite busy with Phoenix over there.”, Rooster takes a step back at your cold tone and you sigh closing your eyes.

“Sorry, I-work has been stressful.”, you say softly and Rooster nods, but he seems hesitant, and you can’t blame him. 

The rest of the night is spent together but as you lay in bed at night you can’t help but suffer through flashbacks of Jake flirting with everyone and ignoring you before coming back at your house and telling you that you were being stupid. 

It was stupid of you to put all of that on Rooster, to punish him for things he never did and yet you couldn’t stop your mind from tricking you in every way possible.

It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed Your finger on my hair pin triggers Soldier down on that icy ground Looked up at me with honor and truth Broken and blue, so I called off the troops That was the night I nearly lost you I really thought I lost you

“Just talk to me!”, he yells through the room, and you can’t help but flinch at his words. 

You know he was right; the last month had been hell with you pushing him away and not letting him in like you used to. Tonight, had been the last straw with you practically running out as soon as Jake came in, looking all cocky and bringing back memories you never wanted to see again. 

“I-I don’t know.”, you whisper brokenly as you sit down at the table, and you don’t hear anything for a moment except Rooster’s long breaths. 

You didn’t know what you had expected Rooster to do, maybe scoff at your state like Jake did when you had confessed your feelings after sleeping with each other for three months. Then leave and never look back like the blond pilot had done. But soft hands take yours and as you look up from your intertwined hands you see Rooster looking at you lovingly.

“It’s alright, I’m here.”, he squeezes your hand, and you can’t help but let out a sob at his words, his eyes filled with truth and love. He takes you into his arms and you stay there for god knows how long, just holding each other while you sob in his arms. 

He holds you while you break and comforts you without hesitation, whispering sweet nothing’s. that is the moment you realize that you have to let go of the past and that deep down you have always known that Rooster would’ve never done what Jake did. And as your mind tries to find something to dissuade you, you start to think of all of your moments with Rooster and your sobs quieten down.

You tell him everything that night, what happened with Jake and how you couldn’t help but let the past take over, through that process hurting him. He listens to every word you say, his jaw tightening when you talk about Jake and what happened and when you are finally done, he just looks at you.

“I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that, and I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me.”, you whisper softly and after a few seconds you feel Rooster’s hands taking your cheeks before he kisses your forehead, lingering there for a moment. 

“I love you, even after everything. It will take some time for the both of us but let’s try and build us back together. Thank you for telling me.”, he whispers softly, and you can’t help but let a few tears slide down your cheeks as you hold him tighter.

To that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, the worst was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War Always remember Uh-huh, we're burned for better I vowed I would always be yours 'Cause we survived the Great War

And as the first ray of sunshine’s appear while Rooster is holding you tightly, you know that the war was over and that you had found someone to help you get out of it.

[mlmxreader]

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Misc. Dialogue

"Why do I feel like you're about to say something?"

"Just don't tell me you love me and then disappear"

"I thought you... nevermind"

"Come on, your favourite horror film's on!"

"I'm all yours"

"It's just you and me for the day, no one else"

"Well, we have plenty of time"

"Did you ever think we'd end up like this?"

"I have a peace offering"

"Come here and kiss me, or I'll really start getting cross"

"I haven't seen you smile like that in so long"

"It's... confusing. I've never felt this way before"

"Just close your eyes and go to sleep, I'll still be here"

"But won't they find out?"

"Quiet, you'll wake everyone!"

"Before you leave..."

"Do you doubt me?"

"To be honest, I was quite shocked when you asked me"

"I know I can trust you, but you have to promise me"

"I said I would stay and look after you"

"I promised I would protect you, no matter the cost"

"You're here." "You called. I'll always answer"

"That sounds like the worst plan in the world... I'm in"

"Please, don't lie me"

"How bad does it look?"

Song Lyrics

songs used: Love In Stereo by Warrant, Bed of Roses by Warrant, Sure Feels Good To Me by Warrant, Song and Dance Man by Warrant, I Saw Red by Warrant, You're The Only Hell Your Mama Ever Raised by Warrant, Sex Ain't Love by Warrant, Home by Warrant, Dirty Jack by Warrant, Down Boys by Warrant, Machine Gun by Warrant, The Bitter Pill by Warrant, Blind Faith by Warrant, Heaven by Warrant, 32 Pennies by Warrant, Let It Rain by Warrant

"So, baby lock that door"

"I may just be an ordinary man, but at least I'm someone to lean on"

"And if I'm wrong or right I don't give a damn tonight"

"You bring out the worst in me"

"You might be bad but it sure feels good to me"

"Yeah, it might be dirty and it might be bad"

"I'll be okay as soon as I'm on my way"

"Sometimes I hear your voice, it calls out to me"

"It makes my heart bleed"

"It must be magic, how inside your eyes, I see my destiny"

"I saw red, my heart just spilled onto the floor"

"I didn't even need to see his face"

"I'm not sure that I'll be fine"

"I never thought it would end this way"

"All his friends look like trouble"

"Where's that boy I used to cuddle?"

"You gotta do things your own way"

"Says you're a good boy and that you must be goin' through some phase"

"I don't care what you say"

"We can do this all night long"

"Honey don't turn off the light"

"Honey why you playin' me so tough?"

"Late for work, late with the rent, all I wanna do is get on you again"

"We can get messed up and go all night long"

"Does it matter where I go or what I do?"

"I can't lie, you know it's true"

"It ain't home without you"

"Some people spend their days lost in a heartless haze"

"That life is not for me 'cause every day I see a better way"

"It ain't home, you know, that I'm lost all alone"

"But I never seem to let you down"

"Always seem to want me around"

"You're givin' me the runaround making me feel like a fool"

"I don't care where you go tonight, take me along with you"

"Well, the first time I saw you, I could not speak a word"

"Every time you call my name"

"Now I'm gonna crash and burn, but I'm not finished yet"

"Lick it off my fingers, taste it on my tongue"

"You're such a mystery"

"Love can be beautiful, or a bitter pill"

"And when you smile, I have to laugh"

"When you cry, I'm torn in half"

"Hold me close, don't ever let me go"

"Darlin', I know you're sleepin', but there's something that I got to say"

"Thanks to you, now I know, all my dreams can come true"

"And the first day I met you, I consider the first day of my life"

"No matter what your friends might say"

"I wrap my arms around you so I can feel you breathe"

"I don't need to be a superman, as long as you will always be my biggest fan"

"Closer to it every day"

"We'll find our way"

"I've got nowhere left to go, and no one really cares, I don't know what to do - but I'm never giving up on you"

"Baby, where you going to? I was thinkin' that maybe I would come along with you"

"I think I'll stay just one more day 'cause I'm in love with you"

"I can't get up the nerve to call you, but I wanna call so bad"

"I reach to pull you closer and remember you're not there"

"Let it rain"

"That I'm still not over you, but if you're over me, let it rain"

"It was the only way I could sleep, and this pillow is a poor substitute for your body next to me"

"I guess I never really took the time to show how much I care"

rules & guidelines

[fictional-men-have-my-heart]

Day 26

Hello all! Welcome to day 26! It's crazy to think I'm now less than a week from the end of the month. Thank you to all those along for the ride so far, and welcome to those just now stumbling onto this mess haha. I've had a lot of fun with this, and I'm glad it's been entertaining. This time I want to put out ideas I had about how the gents of the 141, Los Vaqueros, and Konig would make you take care of yourself when you refuse to slow down. (They do care about you after all).

Price:

You kept a semi-strong face up most of the time. But when it came to a phantom ache in your ankle from a long-ago sprain, you had more difficulty disguising it. After multiple long days of helping pack up equipment for a mission, you couldn't be bothered to try hiding your limp anymore.

Anyone who asked got a dismissive wave and an "I'll be fine."

Your captain wasn't one to take your stubbornness, however. He all but corners you in his office after he sent Gaz to fetch you.

"Sit." He says, gesturing to the chair in front of him.

"There's still work Captain, I-"

"That wasn't an offer." You purse your lips and sit, watching him reach into a desk drawer and pull out an instant cold pack.

"Captain, I'm fine."

"You've been dragging trails through the dust in the hangar all morning, so you're gonna sit here with this for at least 30 minutes, got it?"

"...yes sir."

Ghost:

He pays more attention to his crew than most people would give him credit for. It's why when he sees you nodding off during dinner that evening he opts to seek you out and address it.

"What's wrong kid?" He asks, quickly falling into step with you.

"Didn't get much sleep, sir, never sleep very well in new places."

"How about you go before the rest of the lot gets back?"

"I've got watch in twenty."

"I'll sort it out. You go."

"Sir-"

"Now."

"Yes sir."

Soap:

Being that the crew is pretty tightly knit, Soap can tell when things are on your mind. Rough missions, tough training days, he can gather it from how your shoulders hunch and your eyes dull.

"Got a raincloud followin' you, wanna talk about it?" He asks, nudging your foot with his as he sits beside you. You're sporting some new bruises and his blood boils a bit.

"Not particularly. Got roughed up a bit is all."

"By who?"

"I didn't catch a name honestly... they're the big ol' hunk of jackass from the other squadron here."

"They playin' dirty, eh?"

"Yeah, they are. Fuckin' pricks."

"Well, 'm sorry to hear that. Tell you what, you go get an ice pack, I'll be right back."

"Don't be stupid Soap."

"Don' worry 'bout me rookie." He had said, flashing you a grin as he left.

Gaz:

You and him had been pretty fast friends after you joined the crew. He was who you typically went to first, and he secretly took a bit of pride in it. New gossip around the post, asking to spar, or general questions and musings, he was the guy you'd pick. It was because of this he could tell when you were getting homesick, or just losing some of the fire that drove you.

"Hey, Price says we've got a few weeks of leave after this next mission."

"Really?" You perked up a bit.

"Yeah, guess it's time to start planning what we're all gonna do with ourselves."

"I want to go back to France, go check out some of the restaurants I haven't been to in a while."

"Ooh, mind if I tag along? You've got better ideas than I do." He'd muse. You grinned.

"How's your French?"

Alejandro:

He took a few days to decide that he was in fact right, you had been missing lately. Rudy hadn't seen you, nor had many of the others. He knew at some points you liked to disappear for a bit and be alone, but it always made him hyper-aware of where you were or weren't. He checked a few places you frequented, carrying a bag with him.

He found you holed up in an old, unused office.

"Been lookin' for you." He'd say softly, setting the bag in front of you.

"And yet you always seem to find me?"

"You don't make it all that easy." He'd joke. You pulled the bag to you, tugging it open to find some snacks and water, plus a book you had mentioned. "You know where to find me." He smiles, patting your shoulder.

"Thanks, Colonel. I'll see you later."

Rudy:

You tended to isolate after rough missions. Rudy knew this, as did Alejandro. He also knew you'd push yourself to exhaustion before you'd finally settle in back home. The sun had barely started rising when he found you running out on a common trail you made around base, and he decided to run with you.

"Sleep well?" He asked sarcastically. He knew if you had, you wouldn't be out here before dawn.

"Of course sir." You'd reply, rolling your eyes. You'd both fall silent, the crunching of stones under your feet and breathing the only sounds until other personnel began emerging from the surrounding buildings.

"There's an indoor training room I use when I'm too wired to get some good sleep." He offers as you walk back to the bunkhouse.

"Yeah? I may have to check that out." You joke, kicking off your shoes and saluting him jokingly. "For now, I'm gonna need a shower."

"See you at breakfast?"

"Grab me a coffee please!"

"Of course."

Konig:

Socializing wasn't necessarily his strongest skill, but he was extraordinarily observant. He could tell when things began weighing heavily on your mind, as it almost seemed to drag behind you like an ankle weight. He opted to share a little skill he'd picked up long ago, sitting across from you with some paper.

"Wanna see a trick?" He asked. Your eyes met his, one eyebrow raised as you nodded. He began folding a familiar pattern, showing off a little paper star after a few moments.

"... how?" Is all you asked. He slid you some pieces of paper, wordlessly showing you step by step how to produce the tiny little stars on your own. By the time you two were out of paper, there was a tiny cosmos strewn about the table and a smile on your face.

[somedayonbroadway]

Could you do more Baby Race please?🥺

An Angel Come To Save Me Masterlist

It had been a long day and it wasn’t even over yet. Jack held his son’s hand. Four years old and the boy was already so much faster than him. Jack knew he’d been a teenage father, but it made him feel so old watching those little legs move. “Slow down, monkey, daddy can’t move that fast,” he insisted as the boy looked up at him and giggled before trying to mimic the sound of an ape, trying to get his dad to smile. It worked. It always worked. “There’s my little monkey.”

The child reached up, stepping in front of Jack with his blue eyes wide and blinking quickly. If ever there was a definition of puppy dog eyes in the dictionary, this child’s face would be the picture. “Up up?” he asked.

With a raise in his eyebrows and a sigh, Jack put his hands on his hips. “What, your legs don’t work no more?” The boy shook his head, pointing to his feet before he melted to the ground, closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out like he was some cartoon who had just been hit by a big explosion. Jack chuckled quietly at him. “Oh no!“ he gasped, his voice broken from overuse. He shook his head, taking the boy and throwing him over his shoulder.

A squeal escaped the boy’s lips. “Daddy!” he laughed in delight. “I’m okay! I was just playing!”

Jack gasped in mock fear. “Playing? Not my monkey, he’s so serious all the time,” he insisted.

“No I ain’t! I’m your little Racer!” the boy shouted between giggles. “I ain’t never gonna stop playing!”

That just made Jack melt. “That’s right, baby, never stop playin’,” he agreed.

“Why did you stop playing, daddy?”

Jack paused at that. “I still play,” he lied. “I play with you, all the time, because you’re my little monkey, huh?”

The child shrugged. “Not the same…” he insisted. “You’re a big serious grown up now.” The sentence came with a giggle that came with that. Jack forced a smile but it didn’t mean the words didn’t dig down deep into his chest.

“Yeah,” Jack whispered. “Just a big serious grown up.” He looked down at his boy, holding him tightly as that bright smile shined right back at him. He just kissed the boy’s head as they walked down the street, bumping into another man’s shoulder. “Sorry —“ he went to say, looking up at the stranger who had eyes for the little boy in his arms. “Sorry…”

“No need to apologize,” the other man laughed. “Who’s this little guy?” Jack backed away, his back only hitting another man’s chest. He looked around, there were three men around him. The sun was setting over the Manhattan skyscrapers and no one would pay them any mind. Race looked around at these men who waved at him. He looked up at his dad. Jack held the child tighter. “Precious, isn’t he, fellas?” the first man chuckled. “Is he yours?”

Taking in a deep breath, Jack nodded, having no idea how else to respond. “He’s mine…” he stated. “And you are?”

The man shrugged. “No one of any significance,” he said, taking out a knife.

Jack’s heart stopped in his chest. “What do you want? You want money? You can have it, okay? Just leave us alone,” he insisted, taking his wallet out of his pocket and hiding his son’s face in his shoulder before throwing the beaten piece of polyester down at the man’s feet.

Still, the men made no move to grab it. “How much do you think we could get?” he asked another one of the men.

The others shrugged. “Goldmine,” one of the others responded.

Jack squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, unable to breathe. “I’ll give you everything I have, just leave us alone,” he whispered.

Someone tried to grab Race but the boy screamed bloody murder and clung to Jack with all the strength he had in his little body. That’s when someone else stepped in. All Jack heard was “Run!” and that’s exactly what he did, sprinting away with his son in his arms, not making it to work, not making it home, just making it several blocks away to an alley he hid in with his son as the boy cried.

This was why Jack didn’t play anymore. He’d stopped long long ago, when he found out just how cruel the world was. He looked down at his son who refused to uncurl his little fist from Jack’s shirt. “Daddy loves you,” he whispered. “Nod your head, let me know you’re listening.” Race did just that. Jack nodded back. “Okay, okay, baby, I got you, I love you…” he whispered, holding onto the boy as tightly as he could. “I got you…”

And he was never letting go.

[taylorbuggtaylortot]

Dark places…

How could you heartless

How could you be so heartless

We spent some time

We were fine

For a moment we were alright

But the situation changed

Cause you started acting strange

Wanna tell me I’m the one?

But it’s alright

I fell in love with your smile

With your words

Not for money or the perks

I just wanted you in my life

We’ve set to arrive here

About a hundred thousand times

Still

It’s always surprising

And we try to change to outcome

But fuck it

It’s the construct

And there’s no escaping this time

I was the one who held you down

I came around and gave you love

When you needed me

I poured my soul into yours

Gave you life

But what for

So I’m asking

How could be so heartless

I’m up at night

Feeling this way again

So sick

So tired

Of playin pretend

Do you even know how bad I

Miss you

I see you in my sleep

I’m always thinking about you

& The way you held me

You Kept me safe

From everything

Wrapped your arms around me

The way you kissed me

The way you taste

I can’t forget anything

Roll the tape back and I’m happy and we’re laughing and curled up in your bed

Now my eyes are soaking wet

Cause I

Didn’t want it to end

I didn’t want us to end

I’m stuck here unable to feel anything

I wake up

Go to work

Then drift off in a daze

Where I’m thinking of a world where I’m still in your arms

If you ever decide that

That you want me

Well I’m not very far

And I told myself I wouldn’t wait

Cause I need to move on

But the heart wants what it wants

And I want to die in your arms

I’ve been in the same bed

Dreaming of you and sleeping with him

I don’t feel right about anything

And I keep wondering

Have you replaced me?

Is she better

Is she better for you

Do you love her

Like you loved me

And I hope you still do

If you have then

Was it easy

For you to move on

Cause I’m stuck here

In the same place

Where you’re all that I want

I’ll follow where you go

Light the way and let’s go home

I’ve been alone on this road

So light the way

And take me home

This journey has been hard

But I’ll be fine

I finally have you by my side

I felt lost

I felt alone

But in your eyes

I found a home

I thank you for your time

To have met me here

To be by my side

No need to run

No need to hide

Just light the way

And we’ll be fine

I’ll disconnect the cable

Turn the lights out

We’ll disconnect the cable

Turn the lights out

You can flip the table

just go wild

Let’s disconnect this cable

Shut the lights out

Shut the place downnnn

You know we’re going out

Gonna get louuud

So disconnect the cable turn the lights out

We don’t want to feel

We don’t want to feel a thing

We just wanna black out

Forget everything

Fuck bullshit

And don’t forget to fuck the drama

Make sure to fuck the haters

Cause They can get their karma

I don’t want to be on my own

I don’t want to feel so alone

Nowhere to go

Crying on the bathroom floor

I don’t want to feel so lost

I don’t want to feel so alone

It’s creeping up my spine again

So make it end

It was you and me

At the very beginning

Giving you everything

Ready and willing

Too scared to leave but too afraid to stay

Had my baxk against the wall like every day

And I don’t know how to explain it

And What I thought I knew

Keeps disappearing

Getting away from me

I’m running back to you

How do I stay fine

Babe are we alright

The demons stay breathing

I think I should get to leaving

Before I say to much

Before I’m not enough

Give me a reason

A reason enough to stay

To give you another heart to break

Maybe this is too dependent

Maybe I know that

Maybe that’s why i take every chance to run

Never looking back

And I don’t wanna cry

At least not over you

Cause if I had to choose

I can’t afford to lose

You know what I’ve been through

And yes you know my heart

Don’t wanna strip it all down just to hit restart

Why you want a thing so good

To go so bad

So quick

And fast

Like that

Boy you should know what this is

Step back

Relax

I can’t

Love you like that

just yet

So go slow

Ride the wave

Dont rock the boat

So we can see where this goes

put your hands on my waist

Come with the pace

Turn up the bass

We can dance like this

hold me

Give me a kiss

Just go slow

Like this

Go slow

Go slow

Go slow

You hold me close like closer than ever

You make me feel better

It’s true

And I know

We could be beautiful cause we are

So let’s live up this moment

go slow

I don’t want to throw this away

You mean everything to me

So I’m Saying what we mean

Cause you need to know

Touch me in back yard

Pressed against your dads car

Savor the moment

The bliss

No need to try to hard

I love you for who you are

Just put your hands around my neck

And go slow

I know it’s hard for us

But you know I need to move on

I need to get a move on with my life

And I hope you know I love you

I always will

I’ll have feelings

But I bury them still

So when I say I’m needing space

Know you won’t be replaced

Just feel me in your heart

I know you wish it was your arms

But I gotta go

I gotta get on my way

So babe

I need some space

I’ll be needing space

You want to ask a question

Will we ever make it

The answer is no

And you’ll always be apart of me

In a very special way

Not many could explain

Nothing could take that shit away

She called to tell me that it’s over

Since then I haven’t been sober

Been tryin to numb the pain

But I can’t feel this way

No I can’t feel this way

Calling me tonight because I can’t embrace the storm

The rain against my window keeps me calm

I lay awake in bed at night as my world falls apart

He will leave the before the weeping starts

Here comes the rain

Here comes the pain

I can’t take it

I gave my heart to you

I gave you everything

But lately I don’t feel the same

I don’t feel the same

you want to try to keep me

I feel your heart breaking

And I’m sorry

Cause now you want to try an save this

Fix severed strings

Blame no one but yourself for all these broken things

For all these broken things

I can’t keep pretending I’m okay

It’s no fair to you

It’s No fair to me

I’m sorry but I have to leave

It took you this long to love me

During that time my feelings disappeared

Cause Everytime I needed you

You were never there

I’ve cried every day since I’ve said goodbye and parted ways

But the love between us hasn’t been the same

I’m not alone in this feeling

I know you feel it too

When I want you less

You want me more

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

You want to choose a bottle over me

You can have it

Shit used to make me mad

But now I’m sad

And I worry about you all the time

But it’s not my weight to carry

I’m glad I’m crying now

Cause You can’t see my tears when it’s raining

Love or lust?

Curled up in your bedroom

Next to you

Body

Soul

Mind

Spirit

Flooding the gates

Keeping me awake

Falling asleep used to be so easy

Trust issues made it hard to close my eyes

When I’m sleeping

But I’ll feel your touch as you graze across my body

Press your lips against mine

4 in the morning

I won’t sleep

But I’ll dream

Insomnia

Your eyes

On me

I’ll fly off to never land

Never ever landing again

And you can come with me

We don’t have to be lonely

Catch me cause I am fallin

To the ocean

Our eyes wide with questions

Can you feel me calling

My hearts been calling you

Blue skies

Green eyes

What is love?

I need to know

Sad eyes

Soft cries

You bury them through the night

I bet you hold your pillow tight

Let me be the one to hold you

Blue eyes

Green fields

I want to tell you how I feel

Brown eyes

Warm heart

We could be beautiful

Fated love

Turned to dust

It’s just the inevitable

You held me tight

You kept me safe

And I’ll never forget that

Big dreams

Hopeful heart

Ready for a new start

Catch me cause I am falling to the ocean

With you

Ooo I love you

But you know I really don’t

Ooo I really hate you

My heart won’t feel what it won’t

And I could feel alone and lost and empty

Bout the same as the day when you met me

the worlds been holding my head underwater

and I cant breathe

I feel like I need a lover

so I can not bleed

I know ive been messy

and ive been trying to heal

but Im still learning about what it means to feel

and if I was honest

if I told you my stress

would you let me know

that its all a test

would you hold my head above water

would you love me like that

I need some body

to love me like that

hold my hand im drowning

hold my hand im drowning

lift me up im drowning

water filling up my lungs

breathe your life into me

dont let me drown

love me

Who are you

Are you proud of who you are

Do you work very hard

Or do you give up

Who are you

Do you say what you think

Does it take your breath away

How you could be so afraid

But never give up

Who are you

Do you know yourself

Better than anyone else

Where have you spent your time

And energy

Who are you

Do you even know yourself

Do you need some ones help

At the end of the day

Can you answer

Who are you now

It’s been dark

[bokuroskitten]

During the Discord Call

Paring: Gamer Kenma x Fem! Reader

Genre: NSFW 18+

Warnings: mentions of a poly relationship (with kuroo), voyeurism, cock warming, pantie gag, spit, Dom/Sub dynamic, “Sir” title, praise, this is just filth for your enjoyment  

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: Kenma has been playing his games for far too long, but considering he’s in the middle of a match he makes do. 

You rolled over on the couch, a little groan leaving your lips as you slowly lifted yourself up onto an elbow. You didn’t even realize you had dozed off, let alone what time it was now as the sounds of guns shooting filled your senses.

You rubbed a palm over your eyes before looking to your side, seeing your legs were still sprawled over the lap of your boyfriend, Kenma. His arms rested over your legs as he kept his eyes glued to the screen, mumbling into his mic. You sighed a bit, not surprised by the fact that he was still gaming...

But a little disappointed. Considering Kuroo had been working nights the past couple days it had just been the two of you, and although gaming was a part of Kenma’s career, you were beginning to feel a bit needy.

“Babe.” You mumbled, shifting your legs a bit beneath Kenma. His eyes only glanced your way as he rose his arms, fingers still pressing away at the controller. “Yea baby?” He basically mumbled, before his lip curled into an annoyed frown— which you could only assume was because of the game.

You sighed softly, your foot slowly pressing along his abdomen. “You still playin...?” Kenma only nodded, speaking things about his game into the mic now like “go to the right and you’ll find the shooter.” Your pout grew in size as your patience wore thin. You pulled your legs from his lap completely and decided to change things up.

Kenma let out a little huff of air as your head was suddenly plopped in his lap, eyes wide and although a bit tired, wide and glossy. He didn’t pause the game though, rather he just lifted his mic, glanced between your pouting lips and the screen. “What is it baby?”

“Want attention.” You stated bluntly, fingers attempting to reach for his controller only for Kenma to raise his arms a bit, let out a soft tsk. “Lemme finish the game.” He spoke.

“You said that before I dozed offfffff~ “You were whining at this point and you didn’t care. It earned a little smirk on Kenma’s lips though, one that faded away quickly as he swore softly, button mashed a bit to get back in the lead. Your pout only continued to grow as you grabbed at his collar again, gave it a little tug. “Kooooz~”

Reluctantly Kenma paused his game, hearing the subtle complaints of his game mates before muting them as well. His brows were furrowed as he looked down at you, met your needy little gaze. “Don’t tug on me baby.” He stated as he placed his palm on your cheek, cupped it gently. You instantly melted into his palm, pressing your lips to his skin while keeping your gaze locked on him. “Don’t ignore me then... want attention...”

Kenma hummed softly, his grin coming back as you continued to place kisses along his palm, noticing the subtle way your thighs clenched together. His thumb traced over your bottom lip, and the way you slipped it between your petals to suck on it teasingly is what set Kenma over the edge. “Gotta finish the match kitten.”

You was already whining around his skin, but Kenma shushed you with the furrow of his brow, thumb pressing on your tongue. “Shush. ‘M not done. You have panties on?” Kenma was always one to get straight to the point, making a little flush come to your face as his free hand traveled to the bottom of the sweater you wore, the one that belonged to Kuroo. Although you nodded in response, he still tugged it up a bit, getting a peak of red underwear lines.

“Mm, take em off, sit in my lap.” He ordered as he sat up, slipping his thumb free from your lips and grabbing his controller once more. The little giggle you released as you basically bounced up, easily slid from your panties made Kenma chuckle softly.

Your giddiness made the tent in his shorts grow.

He mumbled an apology to his now unmuted game mates as you slide yourself into his lap, Kenma letting out a soft sigh from the heat that radiated from your slightly dampened core. Despite keeping his eyes on the screen, he managed to pull himself free from his shorts, the feeling of his length slapping against your rear and making you yelp. “K-Koz— “

You was cut off as he hushed you against your ear. “Quiet kitty. You wouldn’t want the boys to hear.” Kenma warned, placing a hand on your hip to aid you in sliding back. Biting down harshly on your lip you rose herself a bit, only to sit onto Kenma’s length and sheath him fully within your walls. Kenma could feel the way your core clenched about him greedily, the way your palms gripped desperately at his thighs as a little noise bubbled between your lips.

Once you were situated Kenma looped his arms around you again, hooking his chin over your shoulder and unpausing the game. “Where were we?” He spoke into the mic, eyes glancing to your flushed face as your eyes fluttered. Kenma could feel the way your walls desperately wanted him to move as they hugged his cock, but he had other plans in mind.

“You gunna just sit here and look pretty? Take what you want kitty.” Kenma urged into your ear, fingers pressing away at the controller and blush blooming darker on your face. You could literally hear his gaming mates through the headset, and yet here you were keeping your boyfriends cock warm.

With a little whine you began to grind ever so softly, hips swaying back and forth. The motion had Kenma’s lashes fluttering a bit, but he kept his composure, fingers pressing away at buttons and voice soft into the mic. You on the other hand let out a string of little whines, your fingers gripping tightly at Kenma’s sweatpants as your hips twitched.

“K-Kenma...~” You breathed, barley over a whisper. Kenma couldn’t keep the grin off his lips as he brushed his nose along the column of your throat, whispered against your skin. “Keep going kitty.” And that you did, beginning the soft bouncing and having your walls clench around his length perfectly.

“You good Kenma?” The faux blonde didn’t realize his groan was out loud. He played it off as clearing his throat, his voice still very much monotone. “All good.” He repeated, before suddenly bucking his hips up.

You gasped out loud, your eyes widening some as his thrust met your own, swallowing his cock to hit right on your sweet spot. You urged for that pleasure again, grinding your rear into his hips to feel more friction. “M-more, more sir— “

There it was. The title. Kenma smirked. “My girls here, I’ve been telling her to keep it down. Anyone got the left side?” You weren’t sure how Kenma could sound so calm, but as he slammed his hips up again, your mouth opened for a moan.

Only for Kenma to press your panties between your lips. Blush bloomed on your cheeks as you muffled a whimper into the fabric, his fingers pressing it firmly onto your tongue before his thumb ran over your bottom lip. “You’re so loud kitty.” He mumbled into your ear, his hips continuing to jump into your clenching pussy. “I wanna keep your pretty noises all to myself so be a good girl and keep your panties in there.” You nodded subtly, whining as his fingers slowly slide away from your face to grip the controller properly once more.

“M-mph~” Despite your rather stuffed mouth you still begged so pretty, hips begging for more as Kenma rolled into you again. Kenma had to bite his lip to hold in a groan, the feeling of your walls tightening up around him making his fingers twitch over the controller. “Kenma.” The faux blonde heard his name called out again and he smirked a bit, attending to his teammates needs all the while grinding his hips forward into your clenching core.

You had leaned your head into his shoulder at this point, fingers desperately clutching at his thighs as you met his grinds. Your eyes barely stayed opened as they fluttered, a gloss coming over them as the pleasure seemed to overwhelm you. As a bit of drool dribbled from the cotton that threaten to spill from your lips Kenma’s fingers were quick to easily press it back in, a little tsk leaving his lips. “Such a messy girl, bet the boys can hear these desperate little noises even with the panties.”

That had your cheeks darkening a bit, a whimper slipping past your lips so pretty Kenma let out a audible groan this time, right into the mic for all the players in the game to hear.

“Fuck it.” He finally stated, slapping down on the pause button so fast before the controller along with his headset where tossed to the side, not even bothering to mute himself and deep down hoping the boys would hear your beautiful cries. He was quick to take hold of your hips, having your back pressing into the couch cushions while he centred himself between your trembling thighs. He was embedded within you again with one quick thrust, letting out a moan as he watched tears finally spill from your eyes, felt your back arch to just the right spot that had his cock brushing your sweet spot.

“That’s my pretty kitty.” He cooed, pupils blowing out wide as he gripped your hips, continued to pump into your walls. You could barely keep your eyes open, fingers reaching up to grip onto Kenma’s shoulders like your life depended on it. One of his palms smoothed down from your hip to your thigh, squeezing along the flesh as he rolled his hips. “This is what you wanted huh? Wanted attention like this right (Y/N)?”

You attempted to nod, attempted to moan but the panties kept your babbles at you’re your nails pressing into the fabric of his shirt while your hips continued to meet his. Kenma’s impatience got the better of him as he finally pulled the dampened fabric from between your lips, tossing it aside and bringing his own lips close to yours instead.

“Ask me to cum baby. I know you wanna.” His words were nothing more than mumbles as he spoke against your swollen lips, his eyes glued to yours as fresh tears of pleasure swelled to the surface. You moaned out loud now, core tightening up around his cock as your orgasm reached closer and closer.

“N-needa cum Kozume, Needa cum sir please...~ please can I cum?” He loved the way you sounded so desperate, loved the way his game mates definitely stayed on call so they could hear the two of you. Biting onto his lower lip his fingers squeezed a bit tighter on your skin as his hips jutted faster, his own release swimming up fast at the way your walls squeezed him.

“Yea baby, cum on my cock, lemme hear you.” He egged you on, a bit of flush rising on his cheeks at sound of your rising cries, the way your back arched into his thrusting. Your eyes widened suddenly as the knot in your stomach finally snapped, a wave of white clouding your vision as pleasure vibrated through your form. Your fingers clutched desperately to his shoulders as you whined out.

“That’s it.” Kenma cooed, his thrusts picking up and having you whimpering as the aftershock of your orgasm made you hypersensitive. He was quick to follow, shooting strings within you with a pleasured groan. Finally his hips shallowed out, his breath coming out a bit ragged as he looked down at the mess between their thighs, the way your skin twitched and shimmered with a mixture of their arousal.

“Good job kitty... you did so good.” Kenma’s voice had lost a bit of its edge as he slowed, giving you a gentle smile when you fluttered your eyes back open, eased your fingers away from him to flop them on either side of your head. Kenma leaned into you, keeping his now soft length within your walls as he placed a gentle smooch under your eye.

“Was that enough attention?” He asked, earning a tired laugh from you as you carded your fingers through Kenma dampened locks. The two of you stayed tangled in each other embrace as you slowly came down from the high. “Mhm. I think so.”

“The boys definitely heard you.” There was his bluntness, a smirk coming to his face at the way he felt you tense up a bit beneath him. “I didn’t mute it so they could hear how cute you sound when you cry out for my coc— “

“Kozume!!” You squealed, face flushing as you pouted, gave his hair a playful little tug. He could only keep on grinning, lips pressing to your cheek bone.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t like it~”

[shesawriter39049]

|Breakdown’s & Bugatti's| M| CH.1

CHAPTER 1 PART 1: THE KIMS OF NEW YORK

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PAIRING: Heir Namjoon x Heir Reader (Ft a hints of Tae & Jin)

GENRE: Rich Kid AU/Influencer/Politics/Suspense/FWB/Drama/ETC

ABOUT- Namjoon just does what he has to do to keep you ....calm while at a charity gala!

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WARNINGS: (CH.1 is split in two parts there's smut in both, so the warnings overlap) : Semi public sex, Fingering (F receiving), Teasing, Very minimal prep, Light dirty talk, Light spit play, Choking, light comeplay, Gags (Makeshift), finger sucking, Light Degradation kink (He calls her a “little slut” like twice) Non protective sex (Creampie),overstimulation, no after care (There’s no time), TBH it’s more chill than it sounds, they're comfortable with one another so this is all just second nature.

WC: 9K

NON SEXUAL WARNINGS: (Fictional political background) Recreational drug use (Molly), Yayo (Coke) Using drugs/ sex as a coping mechanism, Smoking (Cigarettes'), Shot-gunning, Brief mentions of death, father issues.

FINAL NOTE: This is set to be a OT7 alternating series, with smut pertaining to about 3 members! I wrote this almost 2 years ago, inspo was kinda like my take on a DARKER less, PC version of Gossip Girl! Ever since GG got it's HBO reboot, this stories been playin in my head. I uploaded a sneak peek like 5/6 months ago! There is some backstory here as this was set up with the idea of being a series initially!

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TUESDAY, 3AM, THE MARK HOTEL, NEW YORK, NEW YORK

It was around 3 AM Tuesday morning when your phone alerted you that somebody keyed in the code to the elevator which led directly to the foyer of your quaint three bedroom, situated on the 14th floor of The Mark Hotel. There were about 3 other apartments hidden between the array of luxury suites within the boutique style hotel. Actually ,when he opts to ya know, actually be in the country, Juge Park's youngest, Jimin is one of your neighbors. Though I believe he’s on one of the lower levels…..

There’s three pieces of property within the state of New York that currently have your name on it; however The Mark was without a doubt your favorite. It’s just always felt like an escape within the city, because lord knows you hate the Hamptons. Almost as much as you utterly despise the fact the Michael Kors suddenly has direct ties to Versace.

But anyway, maybe, the bias stems from the fact that your tucked away on E 77th street’s on the Upper East Side. So that fact alone just makes it feels more quaint, personal, and, fuck I don’t know domestic!? As opposed to your penthouse that’s deadass in Times Square! You can actually leave this particular apartment without 4484 Paparazzi in your face. Granted you won’t make it far, but still, there’s far less photographers camped outside The Mark as opposed to The W!

Speaking of paparazzi, considering you're currently one of the top searched humans amongst all search engines, you probably would've done better taking your ass to the Hamptons to get away for a minute. Fuck, I swear the past, what? Twenty some odd hours feel almost like some fucked up fever dream, except your wide awake...through all of it, and when you close your eyes it actually has the nerve to only gets worse.

Hints why it’s 3 am and your up like a crackhead staring at the marbleized ceiling, a second away from counting the gold flakes for shits and giggles as your Spotify playlist floats through the background! Well, actually you're up, because you're wired, apparently you thought doing 2 lines would calm you down, not sure if I agree with that theory just yet.

I mean on the plus side at least you’re not crying, breaking shit, or threatening to fire your entire staff anymore right?

So yayyyy….small victories I guess...

However, all of this is why you weren’t surprised, by the sudden notification, even if he didn't give you a heads up first. If anything you're surprised that it took this long! So you don’t even attempt to move, this man is far from a guest, the need for hospitality flew out the window a good 5 years ago. Even once the door creaks open, triggering the alarm to chirp and Givenchy and CoCo to have a temper tantrum, your ass stays put. Melting deeper and deeper into the mounds of Egyptian cotton. Namjoon knows the code he’ll be alright….and just like clockwork silence starts to fill the apartment again, until you hear clothed feet patter through the halls.

Though I will admit it, it takes the heir a little longer than expected, granted it’s not the smallest apartment but still….almost wondering if he took a detour or something on the way down! Shit I don't know, decided to go site seeing or somethin Joon has always loved a good painting and lord knows you have millions worth scattered along the walls....

To be honest, after your bedroom door creaks open, everything else kinda starts to blur together. Probably due to your high setting, the last memory you have of that night, or..well morning, is Namjoon staggering through your room in the form of a silhouette Strong, broad features moving about haphazardly through the dark as he strips down to nothing but a pair of briefs. A faux wave of calm drifting behind him, not stopping his very lackadaisical journey, until he basically collapses onto the bed. Everything about his grand entrance suddenly makes sense once he’s actually on you, because now you can smell why he's moving about in such a manner.

God, I hope one of his drivers dropped him off, because you can smell the Dalmore damn near seeping through his pores. Also at a later date you'll hope he used the back service entrance and not the main lobby but that's the last thing on your mind right now. As the bed dips and your counterpart in all this bullshit sits hoovered over you and the musky, yet sweet scent of Namjoon’s cologne bleeds into the aged whiskey.

The only form of light in your room right now is a deep red vintage neon sign, that’s flashing in time with the bass filling your sound system. Something smooth and R&B related, it’s actually Lost By Frank Ocean if I’m not mistaken. Even as the bed dips and Namjoon’s caged you beneath him you still don’t open your eyes...well until suddenly he’s nosing at your face like an overgrown puppy wanting attention from its owner!

Slowly, your eyes flutter open, it takes a minute because they feel kinda heavy which probably explains why your gaze is so heady, lids barely ajar. Iris rivaling the color of the sign above your head. However much to your surprise, Namjoon’s honed orbs mirror your own, only his are a little puffier, leaning more pink than red and well, let’s just say you’ve arguably seen Namjoon high more than sober and ugh...yeah, baby boy’s not high right now.

As I said before, you’ve always been a politicians worst nightmare….Mr.Kim on the other hand...well...where the media's concerned, he’s damn near as clean cut as they come...Most of Namjoon’s drama doesn't leave the Upper East Side, this is a whole new ballpark for the young heir and it’s more than clear he’s overwhelmed…

A labored breath shutters from your chest as you reach up, gripping his face in your palms, and you can feel how taut his jaw is. Posture damn near tight enough to crack a molar….

His arms are shaking and it's defiantly not from a lack of upper body strength....

“Come’re baby…” The words barely hush off your tongue before he’s plummeting into you...

Sunday, 6:35PM, The Chatwal, New York, New York

It’s just pure chaos, the minute the door flies open, and the crisp New York air smacks you dead in the face as your Manolo Blahnik’s hit the pavement! Not that you should be surprised, for one you pulled up in a Bugatti Galibier for fucks sake, of course all eyes are on you, how could they not be!? It’s not everyday someone just casually shows up in a car worth almost 2 million dollars, regardless of the event at hand.

More importantly they’ve all been expecting you, considering your grand entrance is well over an hour late and the entire car ride here your phone was damn near having a seizure because of it.

Numerous text all essentially reading the same variation of “Where the fuck are you!?” Flooding your notifications!

Yes, you ignored all of them. They'll see you when they fuckin see you!

Oh, as well as an ass ton of tweets and mentions from various news outlets came filtering through in regards to the fact that you didn’t enter the event in question by your father’s side! Which, to be honest, was the last thing you cared to do right now, however there had to be at least one Y/L/N on his arm tonight and unfortunately you had to take one for the team.

Just so were clear, your mothers the only reason your even entertaining this bullshit!

She's been in Hawaii for almost a month with your grandmother...who’s kinda on her last leg. Though, none of you had the heart to truly come to terms with that just yet….

So it obviously drew ample attention that neither his wife nor daughter were by his side as he entered the event! There's already pictures floating around online and even you had to admit the ratio looked a little off. Senator Kim sandwiched between his wife and son whist your father walked in..... solo, and awkward as all fuck, and yes it was thoroughly sastifying to see.

Tonight’s Gala was being held at The Chatwal and the event in question was some charity something or another, that council opted to put on! The cause behind the event verified by year but the Gala in question was typically the unofficial opening to elections season on the home front which mean’s it’s going to be a full fucking house!

Which explains the current catastrophic shit show unfolding before your eyes, it’s almost comical at this point. All the press and paparazzi screaming, fighting, shoving each other out of the way for the best angles! Honestly, you really weren’t in the mood for a press run, and the last thing you cared about was earning yourself an Oscar nomination for portraying the perfect politician's daughter! Thankfully, standing right by the side of the car...was your publicist...who’s essentially your knight and shining armor in moments like this. Quickly masking the attention, without any instruction (Bless her heart), merely shouting the very cliché yet appropriate auto-generated response of “She’s running late, I’m sorry we don’t have time for questions right now!” Throwing her lace coated hand in damn near every reporter's face in the process…

Tugging you through the sea of people while your security holds the train of your dress, as you attempt to gracefully maneuver through the various obscene squawks and blinding lights! Trying your damnedest not to show that your absolutely freezing your tits off, however none of your coats flattered the silhouette of your dress! So here your dumbass is, in New York, in the middle of winter in a strapless, high slit, Custom Alexandre Vauthier silk-chiffon situation!

Cute. We love that for you honestly!

Regardless of Melissa’s efforts it still obviously didn't even remotely stop them from asking, over and over, and over again. Getting you talk is legitimately there job, so they were probably hoping you’d finally just give in so they’d shut the fuck up! However your far too seasoned by now, scare/bully tactics don’t work on you anymore, if you don’t wanna speak you don’t. Wanna. Speak...it’s simple really.

It’s all going in one ear and out another!

Though, I will say, PR training was practically embedded in your veins at this point so you still handled the situation accordingly! With that being said you opted for the polite smile, and wave, the classic “Going through a wind tunnel and I can’t hear a damn thing your saying right now!”.

Works every damn time!

Smile.

Hair flip.

Then the icing on the cake….

The cute subtle little bend every once in a while as if your actually trying to understand what’s being said! The thing that works in your favor is they are all self destructive! Paps, press, photographers all they care about is getting their perfect shot! It’s not a team effort so honestly it is hard to hear when they’re all yelling and screaming over one another!

Once the three of you actually made it to the door, you did finally address the crowd of animals, I mean people!

Spinning around as gracefully as possible...the train of your dress fluttering in the slight breeze, delicately tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Showcasing a host of VVS’ that are probably throwing everyone’s camera’s out of focus, a soft smile paying on your overly glossed lips. This part was more so for your benefit though, giving the paps’ a moment to actually get a couple flattering pictures of you in this dress!

I guess on the flipside, a positive to all of this is even if you personally don’t have time to snap a selfie before leaving the house...you know damn well somebody’s got one! That concept is actually asinine when you really think about it, I mean the fact that you can literally Goggle your name, date, and or a location and there’s a very strong chance a host of images from said day will pop up in the search bar!

Yup, welcome to the world of Y/n/L/n

Striking a couple of your “go to” generic poses before simply saying….

“Thank you! Have a safe night guys!”

Bowing out as gracefully as possible with a coy little Smile toying on your lips. Hair flip. Pageant wave….Sashay...away! Ignoring all of the grumbles and protest due to the lack of interaction but again...you could give less than a damn. Your not required to aid the press at there every beck and call, your not a politician, your sperm donor is!

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The minute you cleared the doors you found yourself releasing a breath you weren’t even aware you were holding, and before the full exhale even left your overly glossed lips you felt someone walk right up on you, shoulder checking you from the back! If it was anybody else they would’ve caught an elbow straight to the ribs and a damn restraining order!

“So, your late” It’s not like you were surprised by the statement, I mean...you are late, there’s a very familiar level of dryness within her delivery. The blatant lack of expression which essentially reads as “I’m disappointed but not even remotely surprised”

“So I’m late” You parrot, alongside an agitated sigh, casually draping your coat behind your back for one of the employees to pluck from your fingers. However there’s a little more bite to your delivery, almost as if your challenging her to further question why your late. Roaming your hands down your sides, smoothing out the non existent wrinkles within your dress as you not so subtly appraise yourself in the mirror behind her head.

Melissa rolls her eyes, clearly picking up on the edge in your voice “Right, so-” There's an abrupt pause, as one of the employees comes over to grab her coat as well, flashing the worker a short, baited smile. Waiting for him to trot off before continuing, this time she leans in, voice barely above a whisper. …“Would you care to elaborate on why?…” Brow quirked in your direction though it's clear by her delivery, no matter how laxed... it’s not really a question. There is no influx on any of the pronunciation to even make it seem as such….

You don’t even try to reign in the snort that leaves your lips as you pull out your compact from your Judith Leiber clutch, reapplying your lip-gloss with the utmost ease. As if you have all the time in the world, as if your not damn near an hour late as is, not even bothering to gaze in her direction as you speak. Flipping a strand of hair over your shoulder, clearly unbothered “Eh, not really…”

“Y/n “ Eyes narrowing in your direction, and you have the nerve to giggle. light, airy, nose scrunching into your face and all and - “Spare me the bullshit, it’s been discussed for days, days, that you would walk in, hand in hand with your father!” Eyes subconsciously scanning her surroundings before continuing “You already know it’s been a pain in the ass trying to mask the media from prying into why your mother’s not here to begin with! So why the actual hell would you intentionally bring attention to that by showing up damn near an hour late?! “I mean really Y/n?!” You just shrug, curt, and agitated, focus still drawn in on touching up your makeup.

Melissa huffs almost as if she’s a second away from having a temper tantrum, arms firm against her chest “Right, well miss “I only give a damn about myself” have you taken a look at the articles that are already being wr-“

You pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes, fluttering shut briefly, perfectly groomed brows knitting together. Clearly this entire conversation is becoming massively inconvenient for you as it progresses!

“ Okay first off, just so we’re clear, I could give less than a fuck about what the press are saying about that-“ Completely silencing yourself and opting to mount the words to spare Melissa from having an aneurysm “Piece of shit”

“Y-“

One. One singular finger in the air silenced Melissa mid- syllable. She had her turn...now it’s yours!

Bringing your voice back to moderate speaking level “Second, and most importantly, I’m only here because of my mother to begin with. So don’t you ever question where my loyalties lie where she’s concerned!” Ohh if you could’ve actually growled right now…

“And finally, You’re a damn publicist, fix it...or don’t I could give less than a fuck” Voice and face falling comically flat , flailing your hand dismissively, more focused on the cluster of Chopard sitting on your middle finger that desperately needs to be cleaned, or replaced!

“Y/N-”

“Melissa” You counter in a way that makes it clear this conversation’s more than over. “No” The shrug is so lackadaisical it’s actually insulting “No. I don’t have any desire to talk about it, and more importantly I'm not going to talk about it!” Bringing your focus back to touching up your makeup, adding a little setting powder around your smile lines, clearly your all out of fictional fucks to give at the moment! “So, if you wanna know what happened that essentially led to me saying “Go fuck yourself” in the form of me showing up on my own accord go talk to your other client…” Eyes stealth, as the cut above the Tom Ford compact, gaze locked and loaded with Melissa’s as you toss the pouch into your bag.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Leaning in to ghost a kiss over her cheek, more so, so you could drop your tenor low enough for only the two of you “I’m going to go find Namjoon...and hopefully drugs...before I lose my shit, and you end up with another headline in your lap before midnight” You pull back slowly, giving her shoulder a little squeeze, taking several deep breaths in attempts to re-center yourself, before ultimately flashing Melissa a smile that’s a little more than concerning!

Though, she should be a little more than used to the switch up by now. Your a Y/L/N for fucks sake, it’s essentially embedded in your blood to have an “on” switch!

...And it’s showtime baby!

Wiggling your fingers in one of the servers directions, catching his attention before he enters the ballroom, stealing a glass of champagne from his tray.

“Enjoy your night, and I’ll try not to give you a reason to put in overtime” Flashing her a quick little wink, raising your glass in mock salute before swaying out of the lobby, your train eventually catching up seconds later, once you disappeared through the double doors.

You 6:57PM: Please tell me your here already!!?? 😩😩😩 I need...fuck anything stronger than liquor at the moment!

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Ahh fuck, here we go again...another opulent ballroom, filled with gilded ceilings, chandeliers, and an ever flowing fountain of Cellared champagne! Though this may seem impressive to some, it all just looked like an anticlimactic blur of black and white at this point! Literally, people didn't often venture into color at these types of things! Hint’s why your Couture leopard gown is already getting ample attention once you sway into the room! Well, that and that fact that the piece literally fits you like a damn vice grip

You were a woman on a mission, drink and annoyance in hand as you glide through the sea of people....Not even phased by the sudden shift of eyes as the room became entranced by your presence, swaying through the crowd like you own this bitch! Every move was calculated, this was far from your first rodeo though you paid them no mind, your very much aware of the host of flashing lights bouncing off the walls. Every click was equivalent to a dollar sign, depending on who the purchaser was, the right photo of a Y/L/N could earn a photographer a smooth 10k, yup...Ten. Thousand. Dollars!

Photoshoot aside, you had your eye out for a Kim, which shouldn’t be too hard to find, he’s not the smallest human in the world! Though tonight there were two “Kim’s” here that held ample amounts of power within the Big Apple!

Typically known by the media as: The Kims of New York….to be exact!

Nope, no relation, just the same last name… because in the words of the men in question the last names “Kim” and “Johnson” are essentially one in the same!

There’s the Kim Brothers (Jin and Tae...Actually a lil fact, one that’s not so comply known amongst the people...is there’s technically three brothers! However the eldest is deceased but that’s a story for another time )... and then there’s Namjoon Kim, your Kim, which is all you have the mental capacity for right now! Though I’m sure before the night’s over you’ll end up sandwiched between the Kim boys as well, it wouldn’t be a true charity gala otherwise.

But for the time being, it’s a hard pass, intentionally walking in the opposite direction so you didn’t tip off the press as the Kim’s in question seemed to be having a little press run of their own. Submerged between a mock of cameras as poised and polished as ever, volleying the reporters and tedious repetitive questions with seasoned ease. To the left was Jin, an ex editorial model, dressed in a black crushed velvet Gualtieri situation, slicked and polished, very much giving model on duty, and to his right, was the youngest, Tae. Who was the reason you posted the duo to begin with as he stood there with Smokey grey hair and some kaleidoscope of a Gucci suit. Something only Tae would wear….especially to a charity Gala! There father Joshua Kim, a fellow heir, who’s also decided to do some charity of his own considering he’s the current Mayor’s chief of staff! Oh more importantly Mr. Kim is also low key, Mayor Dortenzio’s ghost press secretary.

Yup, his real one’s shit behind closed doors! But, she’s young, cute, impressionable, and well I’m sure you can put two and two together. However, we will dive more into their backstory later because as I mentioned you will end up in their neck of the woods at some point and that’s far too much to unpack right now!

Regardless of your efforts , the eldest Kim still catches you in his peripheral, flashing you a charming little wink, whilst still pretending to be intrigued by the conversation at hand. Thankfully he spares your soul for the time being, not drawing attention to the fact that you're in close enough proximity to be dragged into their unwanted press conference as well.

Ahh Seokjin, the last time the two of you interacted in a way that wasn’t PR related was at Clive Davis Pre Grammy party! In which I’m pretty sure you ended up, high and on Jin’s face...Hmmm..good times, good times!

Though you managed to skim by the Kim’s, you still didin’t slip past completely unscaved. Not even a full 30 seconds, you’re tapped on the shoulder by someone who just..looks like her name should be “Susie from Tennessee”. Honestly your not sure how, or why she’s here to begin with, more than likely just someone's arm candy for the night, paid arm candy is more like it.

Yup, you guessed it, good ole Susie wanted a damn photo….No matter how bad you wanted to pull away, all you could hear ringing in the back of your head on a never ending cycle was : “Every smile, handshake, and huge could turn into a vote Yn”

God, that’s like embedded into your damn soul at this point! Then once you took one photo it just turned into the damn domino effect...Every, time you tried to leave, you were being ushered towards someone else’s rich something or another for a photo that you could give less than a fuck about! The floor was swimming with wealthy politicians, retired businessmen, athletes and reporters, oh the joys of being the senator's daughter…

A good two hours later, which in all actuality was only maybe 15 minutes (Yes, a bitch is dramatic as fuck), you managed to weasel yourself out of the crowd. Consuming at least another full glass of Cabernet in the process, only to be greeted by the feeling of your phone vibrating in your hand. Glancing down with a smirk, upon realizing your night might be picking up after all…

Joonie😏🗣🧠👓💦🍆: 7:25PM: Mmmhmm, come find me.

Joonie.

Namjoon Kim..

Your Kim.

The one you were actually looking for, prior to getting…. distracted!

Tall, tan, broad shoulders, husky tenor and the deepest dimples you’d ever seen in your life. The man in question also happens to be the son of the other half of the NY senate...so that alone probably explains why he’d be the person you’d gravitate to! His father and yours got into office together almost 5 years ago now...

His father, much like Joshua and your own, was also sitting on a 10 figure trust! Daniel’s family however made their Billions in the realm of Silicon Valley as opposed to Oil mines! Christine, Namjoon’s mother on the other hand, may not have come from money but she's definitely made a name for herself as she's one of the top (Luxury) Event planners in the Western market.

If I’m being honest, originally your friendship was somewhat forced, the initial election took place while the two of you were still in High School. The truth, though of course they’d never admit it is, is they intentionally angled their campaigns to benefit one another. Silently plotting to tag team the position and replace the previous senators who’s held a place in the NY Senate since damn near the 90’s. So, with that being said, your fathers campaign teams thought it would look good for their image if the two of you appeared to be good friends, though if we're being real you didn't think you’d click whatsoever! Prior to the election the only time Namjoon and yourself interacted was when it was orestrated...at some charity gala, fashion show, movie premier...never leisurely. The two of you just ran in different circles, though where the press was concerned, you're essentially besties from birth simply due to sharing the same tax bracket!

Let’s just say, you’ve always been a politician's nightmare, both in the public eye and behind closed doors, and well, Joon’s always looked the most like a politician's kid out of all of you!

Well, at least on surface level, even back then, whether attending debate club, a meeting or just leisurely in his spare time Joon just always looked like a walking Hugo Boss campaign! The two of you took a day trip to Napa last week and the man showed up to the airport in dress pants and loafers….

But, regardless of his desire to constantly dress like a well paid college professor...behind closed doors...that man was the farthest thing from innocent!

Namjoon’s overall “Scholar Student” Aesthetic is actually part of his overall appeal though and he's very much aware of it as well! See, the thing is, he totally looks like the sweet, innocent, brainiac that you’d meet for a study date in the library. The type that's shy and bashful, probably hasn’t even had his first kiss yet, would without a doubt come in his pants if you sat in his lap.

However, like I said, Joon’s the prime example of why you should never judge a book by it's cover. Actually, the more I think about it Kim is basically a walking Porn Hub cliché's, ya know the one, where the nerd is actually some sex god...yeah! Because don’t get me wrong, he is smart as fuck, a book nerd by choice, well versed and very cultured….but he’s also a closet fuck boy. It’s not public knowledge, but if you know, you know!

All that aside, he is one of the only people within your circle, somewhat following in their parents footsteps. This particular Kim is currently attending college at NYU double majoring in Journalism and Political Communication! If Namjoon had it his way, the preference would still be Journalism, however he’d lean more towards creative writing. But, for the time being he’ll probably slip into political; based Journalism, to keep his father at bay!

Nearsighted, Associates degree and all, that motherfuckers nothing but trouble, the good kind of course, depending on who you ask but ugh, yeah….

Joonie baby will break your back and your heart if you don’t play the game right!

Regardless of how you guys came together; fast forward a good 5 or so years and now Namjoon’s one of your closest friends! All politics, PR stunts, and bullshit aside!

Hint’s why in times like this where you feel like your in over your head and essentially drowning...he’s your safe space!

Which is exactly what you need right now, and fuck if it didin’t take every, once of self control you had not to just jump his ass the moment you finaly see him!

Fuck!

Standing there in all his glory, in a Valentino slim fit navy blue suit, the jacket appears to have some sort of paisley print, opting against a tie. Leaving his crisp white dress shirt slightly unbuttoned, teasing at his broad caramelized chest as he makes his way from the bar. Heading over to the table, which has an empty seat waiting right beside him with your name written all over it...literally!

Purposely dodging the old lady to your left in a coat that would have PETA ready to throw hands! Gaudy diamonds, terrible Botox, and smelled as if she showered in an entire bottle Chanel No. 5! She reached out for a handshake, you offered your empty champagne glass, sounds like a fair enough trade!

Yeah, no, sorry, not in the mood for another meet and greet right now!

“Joonie” Squeals from your lips once you’re in close enough proximity, his dark piercing eyes cut over to meet yours. A slight chill trickles down your spine as he casually drinks you in from head to toe as you sway closer. You’d be lying if you said the added attention didn’t have you putting a little extra “umph” within your strut. Basking in the attention, a playful smirk tugging on those sinfully thick lips of his, accompanied by those disrespectful ass dimples!

“There she is!” He sounds so fond right now it’s unreal, signaling for you to come closer with the flick of a finger, and you just let yourself melt...right into him. Namjoon always felt like home in these types of situations. Nose pressed to the side of your cheek, “Hi, baby”

Baby.

The word slipped out for the first time casually, maybe a year ago, while two of you were high at some models flat in London after fashion week . From that point on you decided you preferred the way that sounds leaving his tongue as opposed to “Y/n”! So when it’s just the two of you, that’s how he addresses you, honestly there wasn’t much thought behind the pet name.

“You look fuckin good” The words hushed into your hair in a tenor meant for your ears and your ears only, and suddenly everything just feels hot...everywhere. There’s clearly a hint of something a little more than just friendly playing on his tongue right now.

A small little “Thank you” leaves your lips, and if I didn't know any better I’d think the compliment made you a little flustered.

Namjoon was the definition of Ocean arm’s and goddamn if you didn't just love how big this man was! It literally felt like he was hiding you from the entire universe when he had you nuzzled into his frame! Face flush to his chest, wrapping your arms firm around his waist, letting your eyes flutter shut briefly, a deep, slow exhale flooded through your body. Inhaling the musky yet sweet scent of his cologne mixed with his natural aroma, which has grown to become a calming mechanism over the years. The whole interaction couldn't have lasted longer than 20 seconds in all actuality, due to neither of you wanting to draw even more attention to yourselves. But still, even if it was over before it even truly started, you just-you needed it!

“You had me worried for a minute…” Placing a quick kiss in your hair, that you would have missed if you blinked but again, your in public soo…”I was about to put out a PPL on your ass…”

Palms soothing up and down your back gently, as he breathed into your hair , pulling back a little so there was some form of personal space between the two of you. Reaching over to grab his glass of whiskey, swirling it around before taking a long languid sip, eyes scanning the room briefly.

“You’re late, even for you...especially considering all four of us were scheduled to walk in together.” He gives you a look and for fucks sake will anyone let that go?! “That’s ugh…. pretty fuckin ballsey of you all things considering...” Tenor dropping slightly, head clocked to the side as he appraises you and fuck, the bass in his voice still has you all types of fucked up! “You wanna fill me in on what I missed between 2AM when I dropped you off and now?”

Again why is everyone in your shit today?! What part of “your fine” don’t they understand?! Even if that’s total bullshit but still….why is it so hard for them to respect your bullshit!?

Nope, no, not, you’re not doing this right now! Glancing over your shoulder briefly before leaning up to place a kiss on the hinge of his jaw, that tittered the line of passing as an “friendly” greeting.

“I’m fine Jonnie it’s nothing, we just got held up in glam.., Ariel was flying in from Miami...we got a late start, I ended up changing my mind halfway through" Hand flailing in the air like a prop the more you spoke "Shit just didn't go to plan” Gaze intentionally diverted as you welcomed yourself to his glass of Scotch instead. Damn near inhaling the entire drink as we speak and you hated dark liquor, so that alone let him know something was up!

Merely resisting the urge to smooth out the crease he felt forming between his brows, a dry snort left his lips, shaking his head in response to your blatant stubbornness. Nevertheless, always the gentleman, reaching down to pull out your chair so you could take a seat next to him. Mirroring your actions just moments prior, quickly scoping out his surroundings before he brought those plush pillows he calls lips a centimeter away from your ear.

Fuck.

“Right, so I'm just going to assume you don’t wanna talk about it right now. Or wait I’m sorry, have you just upgraded to insulting my intelligence straight to my damn face?”

Brow quirked inquisitively, and you could literally feel every word, tone taking on a hint of seriousness the more he talked. Namjoon licked his lips and the tip skimmed the edge of your ear and - .

“For one you smell like an entire bottle of Heidsieck, two, I can almost taste the nicotine on your tongue and more importantly-” He sighs, voice taking on a softer tenor “You've been crying I know you, even beneath the the entire bottle of Bausch +Lomb you inhaled before walking in here. That shit clears up the color within your iris, not the disconsolate behind your eyes.... If you don’t want to talk right now that’s fine. But don’t fuckin sit in my face and disrespect what we’ve built by deadass lying to me.” Ohhh a slight growl has entered the chat “Like I’m some random ass journalist invading your space and asking you about your personal life all out of pocket. because I'm fuckin not. We got wayyy more than that between us, this ain't Sophomore year, were not smiling for the cameras then going our sperate ways !”

Pulling back just enough to glare down at you above the brim of his glasses, which he always wore low along his nonexistent bridge. Eyes daring you to look him in the face a lie again, teasing his fingers through his platinum blonde locks. Styled in the perfect semi grown out undercut, the top a little on the longer side. If he parted it down the middle your barely able to tell that the sides tapered into a crisp fade. Sideburns outlining that extremely understated jawline of his! Though you had to admit the yellow gold diamonds dawning his ears were kinda stealing the show right now!

“So again, do you just not wanna talk about it right now? Or have you forgotten that I have an IQ of 137, and can smell bullshit from here all the way to Gangnam!?” If the word “Unimpressed” was a person it would be Namjoon right about now...because he wasn’t buying anything you were trying to sell him!

It’s probably why your suddenly having very vivid daydreams of your hand wrapped around this man's windpipe and for once it’s not even remotely sexual!

Blatantly ignoring the strong twitch within Namjoon’s jaw and simply saying “I’m here, aren’t I!?” Face stoic, tone flat as all hell, in case it wasn’t clear that this conversation was more than over, you opted to eye his bourbon glazed salmon until he got the hint.

“You are-" Pause. Deep. Slow. Breaths...

"The actual definition of vexation, I swear to fuckin god Y/n”

Namjoon rolls his eyes, as the words fall from his lips without a lick of real heat behind them, because as quiet as it’s kept ,you truly are, Joon’s baby! Which is why he cares to begin with! Picking up a piece of fish on his fork before essentially shoving it into your hand, a disgruntled huff heaving those plush lips of his. Sliding his plate in your direction, completely giving up on eating at this point, he knew you needed it more anyway!

”Your lucky I can’t have your ass getting sick on me tonight, we still have like, 3 hours left of this bullshit.” Fingers pattering idly against the table, as he studies the room… silently taking in his audience. Subtlety posing for the not so discreet photographers weaving through the crowd. Much like yourself, he’s been doing this for far too long, most of Namjoon’s candid pictures were far from it in all actuality, using the lighting and his vast knowledge of his angles to his advantage as per usual!

Finally, you were starting to feel your mix of poisons hit your system so you knew you needed to even it out with a little substance. I mean yeah, you could have just ordered your own plate but meh, this was easier anyway!

The two of you settled into comfortable silence and Namjoon started busying himself on his phone while you ate, scrolling through a couple contacts until he landed on a contact labeled under “Kookie”.

“Right so, back to your little SOS that was apparently triggered by Your glam team running late” Eyes cutting in your direction, tone flat as all hell! There were air bunnies involved, tone as baran as can be and again you just really wanna choke his ass! Glaring over mid chew which he potently ignored. Brow tilted in a silent challenge, daring you to deny that you weren't in fact full of actual shit.

Lips curling into a menacing little smirk “Exactly-'' Your mouth popped open to respond though he quickly pipped back up to drown you out “So, anyway, what are you feelin tonight? He’s actually like, coming down the street, but he already has a couple options on him, mostly Physics.

Thank fuck he found someone, your usual connect wouldn’t be available until closer to midnight and God forbid you make it through a charity gala sober!

Speaking over a mouth full of salmon, sounding utterly exasperated! “Honestly, any fucking thing at this point…”

Namjoon hums thoughtfully, sucking on a Bourbon soaked Ice cube “He’ll be here in 10, I just went with Smartees…there easy, discrete, effective” Offering a nonchalant little shrug, as he welcomed himself to a piece of smoked asparagus.

Smartees

Candy

Vitamin -E

Molly...

Estcasy...it’s all one and the same, just depends on who you ask!

He leans back in, apparently keen on whispering tonight. “Maybe, if your a good girl and eat enough, we can split one before we leave...chill you out a little bit. '' He hums low, voice thick and heady, lips curling into a grin with a hint of something wicked playing on the ends, as his fingers idly ghost over your forearm. Giving it a light squeeze and regardless of how innocent the skin-ship may seem to the naked eye, you’re well aware of all the underlying innuendos behind it!

You make a noise of agreement, trying your damnedest to ignore the fire coursing through your veins at the pet name. Though before you could even dwell, Namjoon was sliding back in with another update, this one however wasn't as...arousing…to say the least!

“Oh, by the way…” Yeah this doesn't sound good “Fox 5’s been waiting for you to get here, I did a little something on my own earlier but they want a joint interview, same shit as last year. It’s up to you, we can do it before or after the speech, I’m down for whatever you want...” Waving his hand lackadaisically, idly twirling the various pieces of Bvlgari around his fingers, seemingly un-phased.

The fucking- you completely forgot about that, and your so not in the mood for a speech...not even close! Not to mention you totally forgot to even write one so that’s cute, we love that!

“Of -fuckin- course they do!” Stabbing your mashed potatoes in a way that's... somewhat concerning…

“Baby.” It was a warning, though his voice sat barley above a whisper, his tone was crystal! Eyes cutting in your direction briefly before dropping back down to his phone….

You didn't have it in you to argue, there’s no way around this anyway, fuck it! “What -the-fuck-ever!” Sliding the half empty plate aside.

The huff that leaves Namjoon’s chest this time around is a lot softer, lacking all the previous attitude and sarcasm, as it’s fully setting in that something a little deeper goin on tonight. Dipping his head a little, a wiry sigh leaving his lips ““Y/n, what’s wrong?” He’s a second away from begging at this point, tension spreading along his face, drawing a firm crease between his brows.

Eyeing you intently as you just shake your head, stubbornly, eyes locked on absolutely nothing, you can’t look at him directly right now because you know you’ll fall apart. Chewing absently at your inner cheek, your foots pattering alarmingly hard under the table, almost as if your too high strung to even stay still.

A hand slides beneath the table with zero hesitation, regardless of the quick glance over his shoulder the subtle gesture was a little risky in such a public vicinity. Though, you were more than worth every possible penalty!! Namjoons palm is warm, strong, grounding, as he takes an almost possessive hold on your thigh. Stifling your anxious patters. “Y-”

“I just wanna get it outta the way” When your eyes cut over to him it becomes alarmingly clear that your trying your damnedest not to lose your shit. “All of this" Hands gesturing wildly to the rest of the ballroom "Is just fuckin suffocating me tonight-” Words coming out clipped over a staggered breath and Namjoon’s face completely crumbles, because again...this is your world, it's techionlly all you know! It takes a lot to break you....sooooo..... ”And I’m not in the mood to have a fuckin mic shoved down my throat. So, with that being said let’s just get it the fuck out of the way so I can stay as lowkey as possible until it’s socially acceptable for me to fuckin leave!”

You were a second away from spiraling and at this point Namjoons seen enough to know he had to take control! The man before you can read you like the back of his palm at this point, and he instinctively grows very...protective over the press being in your face whilst your in such a state. Which is essentially a news headline waiting to happen if I’m honest, you're just far too temperamental for a press run right now! They’d have a field day with this version of Yn/Ln and that’s exactly why he’s not even going to give them the opportunity!

A displeased noise leaves Namjoons chest as he runs his fingers through his hair, rolling up his sleeve to glance down at his white gold AP. Silently working out exactly how much time you realistically have before this godforsaken speech! Seamlessly beckoning one of your guards from the far left of the room without breaking eye contact, it’s second nature at this point. There’s always someone at 10 & 2, when you’re born into a family that's sitting in the top 20% of Forbes...security becomes second nature!

Before you could even make heads or tails of the situation, Matt, and Alstein were standing in front of your table! Jaw tight, eyes locked and loaded, attentive, ready to whatever the fuck either of you needed. Barricading themselves around you so Namjoon didn't have to elevate his voice too much in the process.

“Get her out of here, as subtle as possible, no press, I don’t give a fuck if it’s TMZ, or CNN she’s no-”

“Joon!” Eyes wide, lips parted, slight shock at the way he’s just taking control right now, without giving you a say edgewise and he could give less than a damn. Namjoon’s not even looking in your direction, eyes trained on the men in front who are starting back with the same amount of intensity. Taking the young heirs orders very seriously, regardless of your half assed protest.

“I’m sure there’s some area of the hotel that’s not being used tonight, that’s also close enough that it won’t draw attention…”

“Nam-”

“Baby…” Fuck, well now he’s looking straight through you, there's so much emotion dancing within his iris, that if there’s a camera in at least a 10 foot radios….they could easily see there’s a little more than just friendship at play here. “Stop, and listen to me, you need a second, and I can’t give you what you need here!” I’m not sure how he was intending for that to come out but yes, your thighs are humming, and your minds racing , because fuck. What do you really need?!

“I’ll text you once he gets here, and you can tell me where to come find you” Namjoons speaking deliberately slow, voice sitting at an octave that’s almost nonexistent.

However all the smoke n mirrors aside...you knew he was right! You weren't in the right headspace for any part of this, however you also knew it would raise speculation if you weren't in constant eye sight. For one you haven't even interacted with your father once tonight as is, tossing your fork back against the plate, huffing out a strained breath, as you rake your fingers through your hair.

“But I can’t just-”

“You can and you will.” It's no longer a request,

“Go” And there’s also no reason a two letter word should sound that damn good!

“We Have a PR team for a reason yeah? Melissa and Justin make damn good money...more than enough for them to pull something out of their asses at any given time if need be.” Pushing your plate to the middle of the table, standing behind you to slide your chair out, stepping to the side, with his hand extending in your direction “Go..” Flicking his head towards the exit, dropping his voice to tenor that almost indicates he’s telling you a secret “Get yourself together, and I’ll come find you once I have something to put you in a better mood okay?”

You didn’t physically respond but your eyes said it all, as the distress slowly melted into relief and Namjoon couldn’t help the pleased smile from slowly creeping up his face if he wanted to! Regardless of how out of place it feels in the moment.

Flicking his head towards the exit one more time...”Go..I got this...” Gaze shifting over to the two men dressed in black ,tone hardening “Get her somewhere...and let me know once she’s good…”

“Yes sir” The command came in unison as they bowed out, waiting for you to step forward so they could accompany you to the exit as subtly as possible. Thankfully at these types of events, with so much wealth, status, power in one room, having security on you like a vice grip at all times isn't the most outlandish concept. So hopefully your exit would go unscaved…..

Also, by this he means the room, which Namjoon’s going to have to maneuver for the time being without you, because if there isn't at least one senator's kid schmoozing the press then yes, it will draw ample attention to your lack of presence. Yeah, it will be tedious and annoying but it’s the type of shit you do for one another.

~~~~~~~

Not even 20 minutes later Namjoon finds himself in the far East Wing of the Chatwal, headed towards one of the many conference rooms within the historic hotel. One of your guards seamlessly slid Namjoon a key card as he exited the ballroom, counteracting any need for him to stroll past the front desk and make a scene…..

So, with that being said….this is how he finds you…..

Lying on top of the oversized Cherrywood table, your obnoxiously long train sprawled out around you! A cigarette perched between your overly glossed lips, puffing a cloud of smoke into the air! Clearly you’ve forgotten it’s not 2007 and you can’t technically do that anymore....

However, you are, Yn/Ln and The Big Apple is literally and figuratively your playgrounds! So there isn’t much you truly can’t do if you want to be real about it!

That’s actually probably more of a curse than a flex if you truly think about it…But will dissect that out a later date or more than likely it’ll dissect itself! 

“It’s like that huh?” You can already hear the smirk within his voice, without even looking...

Slowly rolling over to all fours, back automatically dropping into a nasty arch! This is all calculated even if you honestly aren’t thinking about it you know what you’re doing! The sight alone has Namjoon's dick twitching against the plush velvet on command. The bud of the cigarette wedged between your lips as you crawl forward, a light sway playing on your hips. Not stopping into you reach the edge of the table, dropping down to your elbows, plucking the tail from your lips. Gaze heavy as you blow a cloud of smoke in his direction.

“Depends....”The words purr off your lips as you gaze up at him under your full set of lashes...

“On?” Brow quirked in feigned innocence, head resting against the oversized mahogany door as he appraised you through hooded lids.

“If you brought me what I need or not..” Your looking up at Namjoon like a cat ready to pounce on its prey..

It’s the everything, for Namjoon honestly, kicking himself off the door, dropping his glasses into his pocket before wedging one hand inside, lips curved into a wolfish grin. Brow still tilted in your direction as he stalks towards you like he owned the place! Namjoons always carried himself with an air of confidence that was unmatched. As if he’s already found his place within the world, and he didn’t need gratification from anyone else to confirm it. People often mistakenly correlate money and social status with confidence! Little do they know that’s typically far from the truth, more people are faking it more than you think! Mr. Kim on the other hand, yeah he had his baggage but he knew who the fuck he was and more importantly the affect he had on others! So, he carried himself accordingly!

“We got aboutttt…” Glancing down at his watch briefly “30 minutes before they’ll start hunting us down..” Tongue coming out to wet his lips as he sinks down in front of you. Ghosting his thumb over the hinge of your jaw, reaching into his inner pocket with his opposite hand pulling out a tiny half bitten powder blue pill…

”First off, Have I ever not had exactly what you need?” Voice melting into a tenor that damn near has your thighs humming, and your eyes hitting the back of your head. Teasing the tablet between his fingers before placing it right on the tip of his tongue and your eyes light up like a kid on Christmas! Gripping his jaw, to pull him closer, so you can lick the psychoactive right off! Eyes locked, teasing the tip of his tongue between your lips before sucking both it and the pill into your mouth.

Namjoon moans deep and breathy, a dazed smile playing on his lips as his hand instantly takes an almost possessive hold on the back of your neck to keep you locked in place. Nipping your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away just enough to speak “Swallow like a good girl…” He already sounds hoarse, breath heavy and baited with pure need...eyes sharp as they shift, and drop half lidded.

Never one to disappoint, slowly letting your tongue roll from your mouth, showing you've done as instructed. Nudging your head slightly, knocking his thumb from your jaw, into your mouth. Sucking on the digit absently , taking it all the way down until your tongues teasing around the rim of the Chopard band.

Eyeing him with mock innocence ripping a clipped hiss from Namjoons throat along with a low string of moans falling from his lips…”Fuck…” It’s the way he actually sounds proud...lust clouding every orifice within his mind. “There you go, baby just needs somethin in her mouth yeah?” He literally looks like he wants to absolutely devour you and you'd let him! You’d let him do whatever the fuck he wanted!

Tentatively you pull back with an Obscene POP, eyes completely dazed. Smoothly switching gears, exchanging his thumb for your cigarette, and Namjoon gazes up at you with heavy, yet equally curious eyes as you take another so drag before stomping it out on the table! Intentionally holding the smoke within your lungs, a smirk tugging on Namjoon's lips as he leans in. Parting his mouth instantly, allowing you to slowly exhale into his lungs.

Welcoming the familiar burn into his chest and cloud his lungs before slipping his tongue right into your mouth, and you both melt into it. Namjoon’s kissing you like he’s been craving this, and you can’t get enough. It’s suddenly like you need him everywhere, just letting yourself feel like your drowning for a moment. The kiss it’s deep, slow, smooth yet filthy all at once. There’s no other way to describe it, mouths', lips, and tongues moving together effortlessly, as your entire body compresses against him.

You feel his palm leave your neck, teasing down your spine before taking a firm grip on your ass, large and leath palms, squeezed to the point where it almost hurts but you reveled in the feeling. Ripping a low gasp from your lips as he digs his nails into the fabric, kneading your cheek in his palm, nails clawing into the chiffon as if he’s trying to just rip you apart! Especially upon realizing your not wearing panties...Teasing his fingers along our lips through the thin chiffon of your dress.

Namjoon Moans right into your mouth, kissing you in a way that almost knocks the wind outta your chest it’s so deep “I should’ve fuckin known” Cupping your heat in his palm, squeezing until the tips of his fingers almost feel like they could just...slide in.

“Namjoon” Your blatantly whiney and you honestly could give less than a fuck, especially once he smirk's against your mouth in a way that lets you know he’s about to give you everything you need and then some.

“Shh, I got you” Kissing his way up the side of your neck, and along your jaw whilst shrugging his blazer off tossing it to the side like it wasn't 3k...taking your face between his palms as he shifts off his knees. Leaning back in with a little more fever this time, desperately working your mouth open, deep, wet and messy. Namjoon’s hands are everywhere yet it still feels like it’s far from enough, it’s becoming more teeth and tongue than anything with skill at this point but you could care less!

You’ve gotten him started and now he’s just on, you...

Namjoon braces his knees on the table as he pushes your frame backwards with a good amount of force actually, knocking you back on your elbows. Swiftly crawling on top of you until your caged beneath him, hooking a leg over his hip to hold him in place, instantly, shifting you against the desk with one deep, teasing roll of the hips! Moaning into your mouth, once he feels your spine start to bow, body arching into him, chasing after any and every thing you can get.

“We gotta be quick...and you gotta be quiet…” Lips painting a trail of messy open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, lacing his lips back around your pulse point. Sucking just enough to make you squirm, he knows better than to leave marks whilst at an event! You half whined at the way he teased the vein, just scraping his teeth against your skin as opposed to biting! There’s suddenly wet heat coursing through your body from where Namjoon’s slowly trailing his tongue up the side of your neck! No doubt wanting you to imagine his tongues somewhere else entirely, as he waved it with far too much fineness against your skin.

Hand sliding down his stomach, not stopping until you reach the front of his pants, cupping his dick, curling our finger's inwards so your nails are just slightly piercing his length through the fabric...”Fuck me” Pouts off your tongue as more of statement than anything else.

Namjoon damn near growls against your lips, hips already starting to chase after your palm. “Fuck, I don’t- I don't have anything with me I didn’t plan on-”

‘I don’t care! Fuck me” Fingers frantically working his zipper open, forever thankful Namjoon often wears briefs, with fly strips. Slipping your hand inside and you damn near start salivating upon feeling how hard this man is, you can literally feel him pulsing against your palm. Swiping your thumb over the head, smearing the precum around the tip until his jaw goes slack, ripping another choked out moan from his throat.

“Just gotta be careful, as much as I’d love to let you come all over me…” The pressure within your palm fluctuates, tightening your grip as you start to actually stroke him, and Namjoon’s entire body shudders. Head tossed back, eyes rolling to back of his head, jaw taut, as he allows himself to get lost for a moment. “We can’t ruin this just yet..so I guess that means you get to fill me up tonight big boy” Namjoon can feel you smiling against the crook of his neck, twisting your wrist with even more vigor.

Slowly he shifts his focus back to you, eyes fluttering open in a way that appears as though it required immense effort! Gazing back at you, completely blown as he continues grinding into your palm, and sticks two fingers back into your mouth. Taking them knuckle deep with seasoned ease, while simultaneously getting him off with your hand!

Namjoon sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, trying to pull his shit together, as if he didn't do this to himself... “Mmm...Yeah?” Brow titled in your direction as he spreads our legs, plucking his fingers free and it’s intentionally messy spit sliding down your lips and over your chin as he drags them south. Teasing the slicked digits up your inner thigh, not stopping until they're dancing along your bikini line. “Just sounds like an excuse to me...” The tip of his middle fingers, ghost along your lips, and you don’t even try to stop yourself from bucking into his hand. Gazed looked in a half lidded haze, “We both know how much of a little cum slut you are, I don’t think you really give a fuck about this dress. Not like you couldn’t have another dropped off at the snap of your fingers.”

He whispers, breath warm, lips pressed flush to our ear, nipping the lobe between your teeth. “I think you just need your pussy filled. "A moan fills the air in unison at the admission, clearly you both wanted that "Or maybe you wanna feel my cum dripping down your thighs as you walk through the ballroom the rest of the night.”

“Mmm, So what if I do? ” You smirk up at him, biting down on your bottom lip, you're nothing but trouble and he fuckin loves it.

Always has....

He just hums, nonchalant as ever not really feeding into your games right now…

“You gonna give me what I wa-fuck” That smart ass little rebuttal you were working on dies right on the tip of your tongue.

Finally, fuck, Namjoon sinks into you, already starting out two fingers deep because he knows you don’t have the time to bullshit around. So if you wanna be a brat and you want it now, then you’re going to have to take it in stride! God, it feels, so right, it’s actually insane the way your body just knows him, how effortlessly it is for you to just let him in. The glide is smooth, as he works his fingers in and out of you, and fuck, are you ever so grateful for how long and thick his fingers are. Mirroring his cock to the tee, making the pressure build within the pit of your stomach embarrassingly quick!

“Yeah?” There's a shit-eating grin playing on those sinfully thick lips of his, he already sounds like he’s balls deep inside you and you’re too far gone to even be a smartass. Just huffing out moans and whimpers, spine arching off the table, as his hand moves in and out from between your thighs. Swiftly increasing his pace, reeling in the way you’re sucking him in, suctioning his fingers like a vise grip.

You take him so fuckin well and his skin feels like it’s on fire gaze locked as he watches you fall apart beanthe him. Moaning and wiggling your hips down to sink deeper, Namjoon pumps his finger languidly, reveling in the sight of his diamond encrusted digits appearing and disappearing between your lips. The arousingly filthy sound of your essence coating his fingers as your juices drizzle down your inner thighs.

Lids falling heavy as another deep breath shutters through your body “Godddd your fingers are s-so long,” Your already shaking, not sure where all the whininess came from, a slight stutter rolling off your tongue, grabbing Namjoon’s hair again.

A soft sigh paints the air “Such a pretty little pussy” Namjoon rests his head on your knee, kissing and sucking at your inner thigh, clearly aiming for straight sensory overload, with the way his tongues waving against your skin! Curling his fingers inwards, aiming for the rigid patch of nerves nestled between your walls. “Mmm, can’t wait to be inside you, feel how tight you are around my cock, it’s been a while baby you think you can still take me?”

Your drowning, in all things Namjoon Kim right now, so much so that you don’t even care to put up a front or play along, you just wanna get fucked! “Joon, baby fuck…” You whined, eyes squeezing shut, hips starting to slowly grind into his palm, meeting each and every thrust head one. Intentionally letting his hand smack against your clit every time.

The sounds bouncing off the panes of Wood paneled walls is absolutely obscene! It’s almost comparable to Namjoon's hands smacking against a puddle your so damn wet. Thank fuck there’s a whole ass party going on outside the double doors...and to top it off you look beyond sinful! A warm glow casts over your skin from the host of chandeliers above your head, you literally look like the most erotic piece of art and Namjoon’s in Heaven! Maybe hell actually, the way the train of your dress is cascading along the robust wood table, thighs spread, curls dusting your back, highlight catching every reflex above your head.

Goddamn!

“There you go, fuck yourself on my fingers, baby” You can feel his fingers caressing your walls, slowly prying them apart, reaching down to grab his wrist, forcing him to fuck into you harder and at that he slipped in a third finger. Fucking you open deep in hard until his wrist starts to burn and Namjoons panting as hard as you are.

“God” He chuckles lightly and he almost sounds dumbfounded. Shaking his head almost as if he can’t believe it, dropping his posture slightly, breath fanning over your clit. “Mmm with how needy you are tonight, you’d swear I’m the only one that knows how fuck you right.” There’s a clipped snort that leaves his throat at that ,once he feels the way you clench around his finger, the timbers dark, arrogant even… “Yea, sounds about right though….”Eyes locked and loaded as he lets his tongue slide out of his mouth.

You already know who he’s talking about...it’s a specific shot that’s been fired! You’re both cool with his younger brother but the eldest….that’s a completely different story, and it’s so fucked the way you’re getting off on this petty shit right now.

“The only one that can make you lose it with just a simple-“Namjoon lays his tongue right against the tip of your clit rolling it around the very edge, we’re all of your nerves lie and you damn near snap his neck between your thighs. The sudden sensation had your legs trying to close in around him, eyes squeezing shut jaw completely laxed for a second you forget we’re the fuck you are!

Bitch you’re loudddddddd!!

“Oh my go-Namjoon what the fu-” Before you have time to even process what’s happening part of Namjoon’s silk handkerchief is being teased at your bottom lip. It doesn’t even need further explanation. You take the hint and the idea alone has you fluttering around his finger. Reclining your jaw fully, accepting the makeshift gag, which is essentially a $300 piece of designer silk.

Namjoon moans, low, and guttural almost like he’s getting off on the sight alone and now he’s really goin in, lips laced around the bud. He’s never been shy with his pleasure, always down to let you know how much he enjoys this, and every sound leaving his lips, flutters through your veins. Sending vibrations straight to your core as he continues sucking on your clit mercilessly like it’s a straw and he hasn’t broken eye contact ...once. Those dragon eyes looking even more honed due to his current high setting in!

“Yeah,fuck yeah, you wanna scream for me baby?” You can feel him smirking against your heat, as he pulls his fingers free, swirling his tongue around the tip of your clit one more time before fully releasing you from his mouth. An obscene trail of spit dragging from his tongue in the process, using your own arousal to slick himself up

You’re giving Namjoon a look, right now, and you've done this far too many times, he knows exactly what you want as he smiles down at you, a hit of something dirty teasing on the ends as he removes the silk from your mouth. Leaning forward with pursed lips, aiming right down your throat, his aims a little off, getting a little on the corner of your mouth which he swiftly collects with the tip of his tongue before rolling that into your mouth as well.

A low moan starting on his tongue and ending on yours as he slides his dick against your lips teasingly, until he just lays right between them. Hard and pulsating against you. “Think you can stay quiet for me or do I need to gag you again?”

Your jaw starts to recline in leu of a verbal response, Namjoon makes a low, and surprisingly needy sound, as you reach out tangling your fingers in his hair. Tugging at his scalp until it burns, as if to say your growing impatient “God your so fuckin sexy, open up for me baby”.

Grabbing the makeshift gag back between your swollen lips “Tell me if you need me to-stop-“

Reaching between your thighs laying your hand over his, done with the bullshit at this point. Placing Namjoon right where you want him, tip teasing at your entrance. You go to removing your hand and he grips your wrist “Nah, don’t stop..” Eyes locked, ice blonde locks falling into his face, skin already creating a slight sheen between his brows.

Keeping still, and allowing you to set the pace as you start to push against him. “That’s it“ He murmurs, bushing his fingers along your clit, the added sensation helping you ease him in. “Guide me in, take what you need baby” There’s a slight smirk playing on his lips, as he dimples down at you.

It's a lot, he's a lot, as the pressure builds within your core as your body tries to accommodate the stretch. There’s suddenly a fist, hitting the door so faint rumbling under all the commotion, and music from the party that you almost missed it! Your eyes meet instantly, both silently agreeing to just ya know...ignore it! Not even, a full 30 seconds later...your phone starts vibrating against the table....

You already knew who it was, hint's why you weren't phased! Your guards made it very clear that no one was to know where you were when they got the key from the hotel manager. More importantly they noted you needed solitude and privacy to go over tonight’s speech. With that being said there’s only 3 people who would have the balls to come and knock on this door.

So you don’t stop, and Namjoon's a second away from losing his shit, gnawing on his bottom lip to muffle the deep moan building in his chest. It’s a slow penetrating pace letting yourself clinch and release as you push in deeper. Joon’s a big boy, and if he didn’t know any better he’d think you were trying to Suffocate him! Yet he still Instinctively rocks forward, helping you breach through, chasing after the pleasure with such intensity it was almost dizzying! At this point you aren’t sure if you’re running towards or away from him as your spine starts to bow.

Blunt nails digging into your thighs. “God, baby-fuckkkk” Head dropping to the crook of your neck a second away from drooling, panting out hot and heavy the deeper he goes. A chill coursing down his spine at the way your body just slowly starts morphing around him...“Baby” He’s whining and you’re reeling in the sound, thighs clamped around his back no matter how hard they’re shaking. Forcing him to slide all the way home until he’s finally bottomed out, and then he stills. Pelvis flush against your stomach as the tip of your stiletto grazes Namjoons shoulders.

You try shifting your hips downward until Joon's hand stills your hips.

“ You already, k-know...she’s not going to stop until we answer her, let’s just-”

There’s a slight growl that works from your throat, and that’s his breaking point reaching forward to snatch the handkerchief out of your mouth before gripping the hinge of your jaw between his fingers!

‘Hey, hey...stop..” A soft shushing noise that leaves his lips “Talk to me, what the fuck’s got you so pissed off that-”

There’s a clipped little chuckle that leaves your throat and it’s nothing short of bitter. Nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to break skin but he didn’t care. Namjoon still wasn’t giving up…

Is grip tightens ever so slightly around the hinge of your jaw, Head cocked to the side very similar to a confused puppy “Aye, i’m not bullshitting right now I need to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours before I-“

 “I walked in on my dad, and some fuckin Jung and Associates intern this morning.” It’s actually scary the way every once of emotion drained out of your voice when you said that rivaling robotic actually! “Fun fact: The only reason I was coming to see him in the first place was to inform him that my grandmother probably won’t even make it through the week and we should book a flight to go be with my mom!”

Oh

Namjoon’s Eyes fall almost comically wide at that, honestly they almost look stuck, until they finally flutter shut briefly...a sharp breath shuttering through his body. Processing the words you just let fall from your mouth letting them settle on his tongue a little because what the actual fuck!

“So yeah, I could give you a million fuckin reasons why I came here tonight feenin for a distraction and could give less than a fuck about doing anything that actually directly involves senator YLN!”

The silence that fell over the room, though short, was painfully oppressive! What's crazy is for the average pair a little outburst like that would've killed the entire mood. However unfortunately, or I guess fortunately for you...this type of shit is more common than a Chanel Boy bag at brunch. Namjoon's not even phased, I mean granted he's heartbroken for you because he cares more than he'll probably ever admit...but he's not completely thrown for a loop as one would and should be in this moment. But hey...again...welcome to the world of Yn/Ln and Namjoon Kim, nothings even remotely normal around here!

There’s a shaky exhale that ruptures through your body, eyes rapidly diverting away from his. Fluttering up at the ceiling and if he didn’t know any better he’d think you were blinking back tears. Your heart is hammering painfully hard against your rib cage right now and you have a sudden urge to completely hide your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling far too open ironically enough, more so because now you’re feeling vulnerable, which is an emotion you’re not too fond of. However the man on top of you knows you better than you’d like to acknowledge, it’s instantaneous the way his gaze softened! Forehead dropping against your own, exhaling a deep slow breath almost as if he’s re-centering himself.

Namjoon can feel your entire body start to tense, prying a sharp hiss slipped past his swollen lips at the sudden tension wrapped around his shaft!

“Breathe” he murmured quietly ironically enough out of breath his damn self! “You need me to pull-“ Though you still wouldn’t look at him, the curt nod that cut him off mid sentence made your stance on the matter very clear!

Flicking his tongue against his index and middle finger before continuing his mensations between your thighs. Obviously the gesture is sexual but the overall goal isn’t to get you off right now, just to subconsciously get you to open up a little so your body will relax around him again. Soft counterclockwise motions....light enough to almost count as teasing if the air was different t! “Breathe, baby, hey, look at me ...”

You let out another shaky breath, eyes shut, hips shifting slightly to try to almost rock against his fingers. “Namjoon I don't-“

“Want to deal with my pretentious, obnoxious face, you just want to get fucked, pretty baby I know . But I’m not doing anything until you calm down, and look at me...”

You do or at least you try, the pout more than evident on your lips even as his palm smooths up your hip. Squeezing hard enough to send a chill trickling up your spine, lashes fluttering , leaning into the warmth beneath his palm. "There's my girl" He known exactly what he's doing, the touch his grounding, possessive even.... as if to remind you that no matter how gone you feel He’s here. Right. Here.

“ Now look me in the eyes and tell me again what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

This wasn’t and ego thing and you know it, you’re minds a cluster fuck and Namjoon's currently acting as a secondary drug right now! He’s the last person to judge, lord knows you've been his vice more times that either of you can count. However while you’re in such a state he needs you to look him in the eyes and tell him what you want!

You blinked once, slowly, before you swallowed, nodding as you met his gaze head on! “Joon, I want-” you started trying to keep your voice somewhat controlled “I need, you to fuck me. I promise will talk later but right now I just need-fuck- Pleas-“

Namjoon hummed quietly, leaning down and pressed a kiss to your mouth slowly sliding his tongue between your lips massaging the muscle against his own. Realistically you don't have time for this kinda shit, but it is what it is..... He needs to shift the mood back a little, granted Joon's still hard as fuck and you're still flowing like an ocean...but mentally he needs to bring you down...just a little bit....

A tiny noise ruptured in your throat somewhere between a moan and a gasp, warping your arms around his neck. Clinging to the man above you as if he was everything you needed and then some! I know you said you just needed a distraction, and yeah the sex is A1... but moments like these make it very hard not to wonder if this goes more than just the two of you being fuck buddies!

Namjoon kissed you again, then nudged your head to the side, pressing his mouth to the crook of neck. “Mmm, yeah, relax for me baby I got you....” he murmured softly. “Yeah, yeah...that’s my good girl...” Namjoon breathed quietly, licking a stripe up your neck, sucking absently at the spot right being your ear as he gave an experimental thrust. Slow, somewhat shallow, testing the waters a little as he circles his hips against your own. The soft almost pliant whimper that muffles into his bleached locks was all the approval he needed.

Your phone started buzzing again only this time…

“ How much ti-I don’t give a single fuck. Stop. Who’s up now? Park? Yeah? Great, so will see you in ten.” I don’t even think Namjoon gave Melissa time to get in a word edgewise before he threw your phone against the table hard enough to almost shatter the device.

I doubt that was meant to be as sexy as it was but…...

“Alright...." It's almost scary the way his entire aura changes once his focus shifts back to you. Tone softening eyes growing even darker , but this time for a completely different reason than seconds prior...

"Now. Wrap your legs back around my back...tight, and put that fuckin handkerchief back in your mouth.”

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SO yeah, lol that's all she wrote, if this get's enough love I'll edit part 2! It picks off where this left off, so we do see the rest of the gala, there's a after party situation in which we get to meet Jin and Tae a little more as well!

Hint, the other Vauss boy is a BTS member, both boys were adopted so they have hyphenated last names! Meaning Kookie would be Jungkook Jeon -Vauss...sooo who do you think his brother is? AKA the one Joon knows the OC is obviously fucking on the side as well?

There's also numerous plots and storylines that flutter though this...OT7 will all have intertwining roles. It was outlined to have a lot of drama, secret's, sex, boujee fun, and scandals lol! But the smut is only going 3/4 members deep....

There's the possibility of 2 of the boys being Bi, one of them would be Joon! I also played with the idea of just doing little one off one shots as well with the members once the universe was a little more established...but yeah lemme know what you guys think! Come talk to me, I'll be a lil active this weekend!

LOVE,

ROCKI

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Meet The Parents | Billy Russo

Summary: You introduce Billy to your parents and it doesn’t go as well as you hope. [Billy Russo x F!Reader] [Assistant!Reader Trope] [Alternate Timeline - Castle family not mentioned/never happened] [Fluff] [Problematic Parents/Divorced] [Parents Fighting] [Language] [Flirting] [Flashback/Nightmare]

 Word Count: 3.8k 

 A/N: This is a follow up to my first fic Little Moments but can be read separately as a stand alone story. I may be doing several in a series with these two.

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The office is quiet, and has been for the whole day. Billy has been out at a client meeting since you got in. Anvil is becoming quite popular in the private military market, having taken on three new contracts in the last two weeks. You're proud of Billy, he works hard to win over his clients and offer top of the line service. As the primary contact for all contracts and placements, you've gotten busy too. More business means more expenses, and more employees to keep track of. You don't mind, it keeps you active and engaged. There is nothing more you hate than just sitting around staring at the wall or watching cat videos for the billionth time.

"Hey sweetheart."

You glance up from your work and see Billy closing the office door behind him. He's dressed up, black and grey patterned silk shirt, expensive black suit, the tailored jacket over his arm. He looks positively delicious if you do say so. Those shirts are the best thing you ever convinced him to wear.

"Hey yourself. How'd the meeting go?"

"Shitty." He sneers and tosses his jacket on his office chair. He begins unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt to roll them up to his elbows. "The guy brought his daughter."

"Okay? What does she have to do with anything?"

Billy raises his eyebrows in an 'are you shitting me' expression. "His daughter is a model. Not naturally talented mind you, paid for by her daddy. Clearly he thought havin' her there would sway me into acceptin' the number he offered for the contract you wrote up. Like he's doing me a favor."

You stand and walk around the desk, eyes going up and down his chest. "You didn't do anything did you?"

"What kinda man do you think I am?" Billy walks you back against your desk, pinning you in with his hands on the top behind you. He drops his head to yours and stares at you with those dark endless eyes. "You think I'd fuck around?"

"I know you won't, you're too gone for me." You run your hands up his back and he arches against you. "Did she try?"

"She tried. Even sat on my lap."

"In front of her dad?"

"Mmmhmm." Billy drops his face to your neck and mouths at your skin. "I don't mind a little show and tell but even I got boundaries. Parental peepshows are off limits."

You laugh softly and he brings one hand against your lower back up to pull you against him. "Take it easy. You know the rules. No relationship stuff while I'm on the clock."

He groans, pulling his head back to look at you. "I need to touch you though. I don't want her lingering on me."

"I know." You step out of his hold and he lets his hand drag across your back as you escape his grasp. "Just another hour okay? I've gotta wrap a few things up."

Billy pulls his tie loose and unbuttons the top of his shirt. "Why did I ever make these rules?" He sinks down in his chair and spreads his legs, lolling his head against the back. He really is such a tempting little tease. How could you resist a man like that? Truth be told it's hard.

You take a seat behind your desk and focus your eyes on the invoices on screen. "You made them because you want Anvil to remain professional and not a playground."

"Bullshit."

"Your bullshit."

Billy bites his lip and gives you that look. The one that says he isn't to be messed with, that he's gonna get what he wants no matter what. And oh it's so tempting to get up and go sit on his lap in that chair. It's always been a fantasy of yours. One you haven't gotten to full fill due to his rules. He's really only cockblocking himself.

"C'mere."

"No, Billy."

"C'mon, be bad. Break my rules."

"No! You're such a jerk!" You laugh and he chuckles playfully. "We have dinner with my parents after this anyway. I'm not breaking your rules and getting all messy before we go see my parents. You hear? Parents."

"Always such a good girl."

"You like it."

"Damn right I do." He pushes up out of his chair and crosses the office to cradle your head and press a chaste kiss to your temple. "I'm gonna go home and get ready. Anything you want me to lay out for you? I think you've got a few things at the apartment."  

"The blue dress. I picked it up from the cleaners last week with a few suits. It should be in your closet."

"The one I bought you a while back for the client dinner?"

"Yeah."

"Isn't that a little revealing for a parents dinner?"

You raise your eyebrows and he narrows his eyes.

"You're a monster." He presses his lips to your ear. "If you keep teasing me I'll have to put you in your place."

"I guess I'm a glutton for punishment."

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea what you're askin' for." Billy kisses your cheek and steps away. "Playin' with fire will get you burned."

You smile innocently. "See you later."

"You're terrible." He goes to the door and stops, looking back once more. "But I love you."

"Love you too Billy."

"Ugh," he groans, slapping a hand over his chest. "Say it again."

"Love you?" You giggle and he acts even more dramatic, pretending to swoon against the door. "What are you doing?"

"Being you."

"Wh- you son of a bitch! Get out!" You throw your squishy stress ball at him and he cackles as he runs from the office. What a child.

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"Oh, this is your boyfriend?" Your mother asks in actual surprise. As if you weren't meant to have a man that looks like Billy Russo. Truth be told you had never dated anyone half as attractive, not to you anyways. "He's so...well dressed."

Billy takes your mom's hand and kisses it politely. "We're all well dressed here ma'am. You look lovely too."

"Thank you." She flushes and giggles.

Billy gives a warm smile and tugs you closer. His hand on your back is radiating heat, its comforting. He knows you're tense. This dinner will be a strain on your nerves and he had been warned how difficult your parents can be.

"Your father should be here soon. I told him not to be late." Mom says huffily, eyeing the doors to the restaurant. You've met up with her outside and you're currently waiting for your dad to arrive. Your parents have been split for ten years and it's been hard, but not as hard as it would have been if they had divorced when you were still a young child. Well, you like to think that anyways. They waited, held on to their shit until you were graduated and old enough to understand that some people don't remain in love.

Billy leans in and presses his lips to your ear. "Are your parents going to fight? This place is very nice, I don't want to cause a scene."

"It'll be fine. They can hold it together for a few hours. I hope. Just don't mention their personal lives. It's a sore spot for mom. Dad isn't single anymore."

"Gotcha."

"Sorry I'm late." You turn and see your dad walking towards you. "Some asshole parked his Rolls Royce just on the line and I hardly squeezed into the only spot open beside it."

Mom scoffs and rolls her eyes. She bites her tongue but you know what she would say. Some comments about his truck being too damn big and a gas guzzler.

Dad puts his hand out for Billy. "You must be the lucky guy!"

Billy takes it and smiles a beautiful, toothy, shit eating grin. "Billy Russo, the asshole who parked his Rolls Royce a bit close to the line."

The way Dad's face turns pale and then red with embarrassment makes the whole evening worthwhile up until then. "That's yours?"

"One hundred percent. Bought and paid for."

"That's a beautiful piece of machinery. Expensive."

Billy leans his head on yours. "I only go for the best."

"Well you know I-"

"Oh shut up already, let's go inside." Mom says and grabs your dad's arm. "Always babbling on about shit when we've got things to do."

"Y'know what-" the conversation fades as your parents head into the restaurant. You're glad. It is bound to be petty anyways. Always was with them. Bickering children they should be called.

"Relax." Billy says in your ear, hand traveling up and down your side. "I can win over your parents for one night."

"You could charm anyone into anything and I've seen as much. You're a silver tongued sn-"

Billy catches your jaw in a light hold and presses a kiss to your lips. Your hand slides up into his hair and he grins into the kiss. "Easy now. We've not even gotten seated yet."

"Your fault."

"Usually is."

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You stare at yourself in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. Dinner wasn't going so great and you had barely made it through an appetizer and drinks.

Your parents couldn't stop arguing, Billy was trying his best to charm them but apparently they're uncharmable, and you were left to play referee for your parents against each other or them against you and Billy.

It is a whole mess and you want to just leave, just walk out say fuck everything and go to Billy's apartment and go to bed. You haven't even had a chance to tease Billy like you were planning, hell, you've barely gotten a word in that wasn't defending him or fielding your parents insults they continuously hurdled over the table at one another.

The door rattles on your left and you clear your throat. "Occupied!" You shout and it stops.

It's a single use bathroom, not a multi-stall type set up. So the person outside would just have to wait until you were done having your crisis. Maybe not so fair to them but you'll be damned if you won't let yourself have a moment.

The handle turns and you back into the sink as the door opens. To your surprise it is Billy, not some worker with a key. "What the-"

"Your parents are insufferable. How the hell did you grow up with them? I mean I was in a group home and a few of the adults weren't great but holy shit they weren't my parents."

"I'm sorry."

Billy closes the door and shakes his head, taking your hands in his. "Don't be sorry for their actions. Never apologize for anyone but yourself."

"I knew this would happen. I just thought that maybe...I don't know...maybe they'd be different. Maybe they'd be proud of me, of you, so they would get along for two fucking hours."

"Sweetheart, you're nearly thirty, you're still seeking your parents approval?"

You laugh joylessly and bite the inside of your cheek. "You don't understand. You can't understand."

Billy brings your forehead to his lips and he rubs your back. He's always so affectionate with you, careful to hold and to love you like a man who never received it himself so he wants to make sure those he loves receives it tenfold.

"I understand seeking approval, but there is nothing you need approval for. You're an adult with a good job, a place to stay, an outstanding boyfriend with his own company. I'd say you're doin' alright honey."

You let out an actual little laugh, and he does too, bumping his nose against yours. "You're so full of yourself."

"You like that?" He bumps again, eyes on yours. "I said it to get you to giggle."

"You know it's a little true."

His lips meet yours in a warm tender kiss. "Confidence is sexy."

"It is."

"I could tell your parents there's a work emergency." He slides his hands over your ass and pulls you flush against him. "A real pain in the ass employee is causin' trouble."

You smile into his lips and he smiles back. "Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

He chuckles softly and cradles your head to his chest. "You can't choose how your family acts. Remember that. It's up to you to decide how you act, and if you want to deal with them."

"I know."

"Do you?" He runs a hand over your hair, tangling his fingers in the strands briefly.. "I know it's different for you, I can distance myself easier since I didn't grow up with proper parents. Maybe I'm cold, or indifferent but-"

"Stop." You dig your fingers into his side and he falls quiet. "Don't compare your childhood to mine. It's not fair. I don't want you to begin resenting me because-"

Billy gives you a look that is all warning and it silences you instantly. "I would never resent you for having parents and growing up like a normal kid should. I ended up in a shit situation and that is no one's fault but my own mother's. She is the only person I will ever resent." He softens, leaning in and kissing your nose. "Do you wanna ditch or go try to make something of this dinner?"

You swallow harshly and look at the door. Ditching would be easy, but the repercussions would be insufferable. Your mom would never stop calling about it, your dad would hold it over your head forever. It would be more of a disaster to leave than it would be to stay. No matter how valid the reason.

"We'll stay. I can try and redirect the conversation."

"That's my girl." He pats your cheek. "Proud of you."

"T-thanks."

Billy takes your hand and interlocks your fingers with his. "I'll take care of it. I can get them to shut up."

"If you can get a word in."

"I have my ways. Don't worry."

You cut him a look as you exit the bathroom and head for the table. "What are you-"

"Don't worry." He presses against your ear and guides you down to sit at the table.

Your parents are still bickering.

"Hey!" Billy says firmly with his hands on the table, not a yell, but enough to get his point across and the attention of your parents but not many others.

"Yes?" Mom asks surprisingly quietly.

Billy smiles and it's all venom, beautiful venom. You know this look, these eyes, that deadly grin. He isn't fucking around and the way he can express that so physically subtly astounds you. "The arguing is going to stop. The petty comments are going to stop. We're going to sit here and have conversations like adults, or you can leave and your daughter and I will have a nice dinner."

"Wh-" Dad starts but doesn't get any further.

"I am not goin' to repeat myself." Billy stands up straight and raises his eyebrows, daring your parents to say another word. The tension is thick, you can hardly breathe. Never did you think you'd have to witness Billy being like this with your parents of all people.

You grab a roll from the basket at the center of the table and pick at it. "How's work been, Dad?"

Dad clears his throat. "Good, busy. People always need an electrician for something. I did a school the other day, new classroom."

Billy sits beside you and lays his hand on your leg, thumb stroking your skin gently. He leans in and whispers "I told you don't worry." He turns his attention back to your parents. "So you're an electrician? Contractor?"

"Yeah, I work for Mundun Electric. Union job, pays well."

"And you?" Billy looks to your mom.

"I'm a medical receptionist. Clarke Center Hospital."

Billy smiles. "That's incredible. You're both hardworking people it seems, I see where she gets her work ethic. She's incredible, the best I've hired for Anvil."

You chew your lip and look down, flushed. "You're just being nice."

"I'm serious." He holds your hand up and kisses your knuckles. "I admire your dedication and the hard work you've put into making Anvil a success. Without you, I don't know where I'd be. Probably buried in paperwork."

"So you work for Billy? That's how you met?" Mom asks and you nod.

Dad raises his eyebrows.

"Dad, don't start."

Billy cuts a glare at your dad. "Don't start what?"

"Nothing." Dad says nonchalantly, eyes going to somewhere else in the room. "I just think inter-workplace relationships are never a good idea."

You squeeze Billy's hand and he just smiles oh so sweetly. "Dad, it's fine. Billy and I are both professionals. If things don't work out we'll make it work for the sake of the company."

"He'll fire you and you'll be looking for a job yet again." Mom pipes up, rolling her eyes. "See, things like this are why you can't hold a career."

"Mom!"

"Alright." Billy says firmly. "We're done here. Ma'am, sir, with all due respect you can both go fuck yourselves."

"Excuse me!?" Dad bellows and your mom looks flustered at the use of language. "You have no right-!"

"Actually I do." Billy stands and guides you to stand with him. "I'm going to love and care about your daughter the way she should be. You two are self absorbed monsters who should have never had a child, let alone forced the one you had to live through a loveless marriage. The fact that you cannot manage to sit here and have dinner with her and myself, which mind you has left quite a first impression, is sad and disappointing."

You grab his hand and you're shaking. You don't even know what to say. It's like Billy is telling them everything you've wanted to for your whole life.

"C'mon sweetheart." He puts his arm around you and guides you out of the restaurant. You know there are people staring but it's fine. It's over now.

"I'm s-"

"Uh uh." Billy puts his finger to your lips. "No apologies. Here." He shrugs his suit jacket off and puts it around your shoulders.

"Thanks."

"You wanna get out of here before your parents come out. Go get some burgers or something?"

You can't help the little smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth. "Pete's Diner?"

"Anywhere you like." He takes your hand and walks you toward the parking area. "Fuck this fancy bullshit anyway. I never understood the food they serve."

"Me neither. A hamburger and fries with a big ole pickle is good enough for me."

Billy opens the passenger door for you. "You're a girl after my heart y'know that?"

"I think I already have it."

He leans in and kisses your forehead. "That's for damn sure."

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Midnight you wake up crying. A nightmare, a reoccurring one as it would be. Though it is more of a twisted memory than a nightmare in actuality.

You are always around seven or eight years old, it's nighttime, you've been in bed for an hour and still not asleep. Downstairs your parents are awake, their disembodied voices float through the old floors. Their voices grow louder, shouting, screaming at each other. A glass shatters and you crawl under the bed. Footsteps come closer in the hall, heavy and slow.

The dream shifts. You're not a child but an adult. Under the bed is smaller now, the footsteps grow louder. The door opens and you scream when your foot is grabbed and you wake up crying.

"What's wrong?" Billy asks, sitting up in bed abruptly and turning on the light, hand instinctively going for the nightstand where you know a weapon is stored.

You had stayed the night, both of you decided it was best to stay together while you decompress from your tragic meet the parents dinner. Didn't matter in the end though. The nightmare still came.

"Just a bad dream. I'm going to get some water." You push back the blankets and plant your feet on the cold floor. It's a nice shock to the system, reminding you this is reality.

Billy's arm snakes around your waist. "Care to share with the class?"

"It's nothing. Just a nonsense dream about old crap."

"Your parents?"

"Yeah. Um, just a dream." You yawn and pat his hand on top of your stomach. "I need water."

"Grab me a bottle?"

"Sure."

You end up in the kitchen, looking out at the New York skyline. His place is so beautiful. It's luxurious, and you can't get used to it. You lean on the island and sip a bottle of cold water from the fridge. You don't think you belong here.

Then the dream comes creeping back in. Rationally you know that dream is never going to become a reality. Not with Billy around.

"Hey."

You look back to see Billy walking in with his sleep pants low on his hips. He scrubs a hand over his face before meeting you at the island.

"Sorry, I just got caught up in the view."

"It s'okay." His arms wrap around you and he presses his face to your neck. "I love you." He whispers softly into your skin.

"Are you alright?"

"Mmm."

You thread a hand into his hair and scratch at his scalp. It elicits a hum that's nearly a purr against your back. "Do you ever feel like you don't deserve this? Like everyday you can't comprehend that you're loved."

"I didn't think I could fall in love before I met you, yeah. I'm familiar."

"Oh."

"Wasn't expecting that?" He chuckles, flexing his fingers against your tummy.

You shake your head and he kisses along your jaw. "Billy, stop," you giggle as his short beard tickles your skin.

"No way." He starts walking you back away from the island counter and toward the bedroom. "I've got a disease and if I don't kiss you all the time I'll definitely succumb to it."

The two of you tumble onto the bed and he straddles your hips, mouthing at your neck and chest relentlessly.

"It's three in the morning. We need to go back to sleep."

Billy hums and settles on top of you, nose in your hair. "Sleep is for the weak."

"Then I'm weak." You trail a hand up his back, fingers flitting over his shoulder blade. His skin is so soft, so warm. "Thank you by the way."

"For what?"

"Being here when I had a nightmare."

"Of course." Billy pets your hair, stroking it down against the pillow. "I've suffered my share of them alone. I'm glad you were here so you weren't."

"Me too."

"Go to sleep." He kisses your cheek and rolls off to the side. His arm curls around you and pulls you close. "Love you."

"Love you too."

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD Vol.01 Sakamaki Ayato [TRACK 3+4]

Original title: 吸い殺してやる & 乾いた喉

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 1: Sakamaki Ayato [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

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TRACK 3: I WILL SUCK YOU DRY

*Cling cling* 

“Now tell me...What did they do to you? Aahn!?”

*Cling*

“Tsk...Ah, haah, haah...This pisses me off! In that case, I’ll just check myself…”

*RIIIIIP*

“Hahaha...I’ll rip off all of your clothes…Ughー!!”

*RIIIIP*

[00:41] “...Haah? What’s the matter? Gettin’ embarrassed' now? Just how many times have I done this sorta thing to you? Get used to it already. Usually I wouldn’t mind that kind of flustered reaction, but right now...I’m not in the mood!!”

*RIIIIP*

*Rustle rustle*

“Come on, gimme a better look...You shouldn’t mind showin’ me everythin’ if you’ve got nothin’ to hide, right?”

*Cling*

“Let’s start with your nape…Come closer!”

You hesitantly scoot closer.

“More!”

*Rustle*

“Exactly. You better behave, ‘kay? ...Or else, you’ll be in a world of trouble.”

*Sniff sniff*

[01:44] “Hahaha...You reek. It’s their scent. The smell of multiple men. I didn’t even need to strip you out of your clothes to check. I knew all along. ...Fuck!!”

*Cling cling*

“Haah, haah...Dammit...My body feels heavy...I haven’t had anythin’ to eat or drink this whole time...So I can’t even find the strength to do anythin’ to you…”

*Rustle*

[02:28] “While I was goin’ through hell and back...You were havin’ the time of your life, weren’t you? Hahaha...What a joke!”

You flinch.

“Aah...I feel like I’m gonna puke...Their stench gets stuck in my nose...Almost as if they’re still closeby... “

You look at him with tears in your eyes.

“Hahaha...Ahahaha! Why are you givin’ me that look? Are you hurt ‘cause I’m appalled by you?”

*Rustle rustle*

[03:12] “Don’t get all teary-eyed…Kuhーー!! Ugh...Haah, haah…!”

*THUD*

“Haah...I can’t believe tryin’ to tease you only makes it harder on myself...I’m disgusted with myself. Lame...Kuh! ...Dammit…! I’m definitely gonna beat those guys to death!”

*Thud*

[03:56] “...What’s wrong, Chichinashi? I don’t have the time to mess with you right now.”

You ask Ayato if he’s okay. 

“Ah? You’re worried? Have you lost it? Maybe you should worry ‘bout yourself instead, huh? If they took a likin’ to you, who knows when they’ll come for you again.”

You reach out for him but he shakes off your hand. 

“...!! Don’t touch me!!”

*Rustle*

[04:29] “Didn’t I just tell you to leave me the fuck alone? ...Shit! I’m hungry right now and extremely irritable. So much so I fear I might just suck you dry, no matter how hard you cry or scream...even if it means flat-out suckin’ you to death. I’m beyond parched. 

Haah, haah, haah...It feels like the inside of my throat might stick together...Since you’re still here... I guess that means you don’t mind things turnin’ out that way if you continue to pay mind to me..”

*Cling*

[05:15] “Although, I want nothin’ to do with you while you reek of those other dudes.”

You give him permission to suck your blood. 

“Hahaha...What do you mean ‘I don’t mind if you kill me’? Don’t play with fire when deep down, you don’t have the balls. ...Kuh! Fuck…I’ve seriously gotten dizzy…Haah, haah…”

*Cling cling*

[05:57] “...! You really never learn, do you? Didn’t you hear me just now? I wouldn’t be able to hold back right now, nor do I have any interest in you right now…!!”

He attempts to push you away.

“...Or do you want to be sucked dry and die maybe…!?”

You insist.

“Aah…? ‘Suck’, you say? ...Chichinashi. ...I’m not jokin’ ‘round right now!!”

You look at him with serious eyes.

[06:32] “...Che. You sure have some nerve...Spoutin’ that nonsense when you have no idea how I feel right now.”

You explain.

“Ah…? You feel bad for me? Your pity won’t work on me. Do you think all it takes is that sweet, meek attitude to wrap me ‘round your finger? ...Fuck! This seriously pisses me off!”

*Thud*

*Rustle rustle*

[07:05] “Don’t...trigger me...Haah, haah...Get out of my sight!! NOW!!”

You shift around on the spot.

“What part of ‘go away’ did you not understand, aah!? You can’t just find some way to get rid of these chains, no!?”

*Cling cling*

[07:31] “In that case, how ‘bout I just chop off your leg?”

Your eyes widen in horror.

“Hahaha…That’d get rid of the shackles. I’d say it’s a much better option than remainin’ locked up down here.”

You protest.

[07:51] “Fuck...That expression...You really don’t understand the danger you’re in, do you? I bet you’re convinced I’d never do such a thing, aren’t you? ...Fine. Seems like persistent hypocrites only learn the hard way. ...You’re spreadin’ this disgustin’ stench all ‘round...I’ve had enough of it.”

*Rustle*

[08:23] “Even though you’re my prey…! ...Now brace yourself!”

*Cling cling*

*Rustle*

“ーー Chichinashi. I’m gonna suck you dry.”

TRACK 4: PARCHED

*Cling cling*

Ayato bites you.

“Mmh...Nn…Hah...Hahn...Mm…”

*Gulp*

[00:19] “Hah...Should I just rip your throat apart with my fangs like this? Hahaha...Hahn...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Fuckー ...I can’t get enough...I know I talked shit earlier...But your blood is still hella delicious...Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

“Hah...Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

“Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

“Nn…”

*Rustle*

[01:10] “Your blood drives me mad. Hahn…”

*Gulp*

“Nn...Hah…”

*Cling*

“Haah, haah…”

*Rustle*

[01:33] “Fuck…! I’m playin’ straight into their hand...I’m sure they hurt you, ‘cause they predicted I would do this..I realized as soon as I sucked your blood.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“...How can I tell? Beats me. I’m sure they tampered with your body in some way. I bet they did it while pretendin’ to suck your blood. This fuckin’ pisses me of…! So everything’s goin’ exactly accordin’ to their plan, huh? Shit!”

*Cling*

[02:19] “But still...I can’t suppress this thirst...Haah...I need more...More...I haven’t had nearly enough...Give me more and more!”

*Rustle rustle*

“I don’t like how I’m basically dancin’ to their tune...but right now, I could care less ‘bout that. Haah...Haah, haah...Up next...is this place.”

*Rustle*

[02:58] “I’ll suck from your earlobe. Seems like those guys missed this spot. Hahaha…”

Ayato bites you again.

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Mmh...Nn...Hah...I want to just devour you whole...Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Mm…”

*Gulp*

[03:37] “Nn...Hah...Tastes great...When I realize they got to savor this blood as well...It seriously grinds my gears. Like my head’s ‘bout to explode or somethin’...”

*Cling cling*

“Ughー ...Now don’t get the wrong idea, ‘kay? I don’t like havin’ to repeat myself a million times. I have zero interest in you as a person. I just can’t get enough of your blood...That’s all.”

You whimper, completely dazed by the pleasure. 

[04:18] “...What’s wrong? Did it feel that good? You’ve totally got that dumb look on your face. ...Do you want more? Hahaha…”

*Rustle*

“Don’t try and hide it. You should realize that’s pointless already. Haha. Well, I also said a bunch of shit earlier, but I don’t feel satisfied yet, so I’m still gonna suck more of your blood. ...I’m so parched, it’s killin’ me…”

*Cling*

[05:01] “I’ll bite your other ear next.”

He bites your other ear.

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

“Hah…”

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

[05:21] “...Hahaha. Look at you twitchin’...What? Do you want more? Don’t get all worked up when I’m only tryin’ to enjoy my meal over here. Hahn…Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“...Hahaha...Aahー Thanks to your blood, I feel somewhat brought back to life. However, I still haven’t had nearly enough…”

*Rustle*

[06:05] “Haah...My body aches even more than usual. What kinda shit did those jerks put inside of you…? Fuck...Oi, Chichinashi! Tell me what they did!”

You go quiet.

“Che. The silent treatment again, huh? Is it somethin’ you can’t say? Hahaha…”

*Cling*

[06:38] “Guess I’ve got no other choice…”

*Rustle*

“In that case...I’ll loosen your tongue this way…”

Ayato kisses you deeply.

“Mm...Nnh…”

*Smooch*

“Mmh…”

*Smooch*

[07:03] “...How’s that? I parted your lips for you, so now you can talk, can’t you? Hurry up and tell me.”

You look up at him. 

“When you look at me with those greedy eyes, your inner desires are clear as day. ...Now tell me, what kind of trap did they put on you? If you won’t, I’ll have to punish you harshly.”

You flinch. 

[07:36] “Hahaha...That terrified expression is pretty sweet, you know?”

*Cling cling*

“You want to know why I’m coiling these chains ‘round your neck? Isn’t that obvious? I’m goin’ to strangle you with these bad boys until you almost suffocate…”

Your eyes widen in horror.

[08:00] “I won’t tighten them all in one go, don’t worry. Instead, I’ll slowly rob you of your oxygen…” 

*Cling cling*

“I need you to tell me how they’re hopin’ to use you to their advantage after all…”

You shake your head.

[08:19] “Haah? You can’t tell me regardless? I see. ...Chichinashi, seems like they’ve captured both your body and soul by havin’ their way with you. That’s why you’re goin’ along with their plan and tempted me into suckin’ your blood, correct? Right!?”

You deny it.

“...I’m wrong? Then tell me! If you lay yourself completely bare and come beggin’ me to suck your blood more, I wouldn’t mind believin’ you.”

You hesitate.

[09:06] “You can’t, can you? You’re the type of chick who is in constant denial of her own inner desires after all.”

You protest.

“Shut up! Cut the crap! ー Also don’t cry! ...It pisses me off. I’m tempted to bite you to shreds right now and throw you out in front of them.”

You sob.

[09:34] “If you cry any more, I’m seriously gonna do it. ...Oi, understood?”

You nod.

“Hahaha...Look who’s being obedient now. You’re scared of these chains, aren’t you?”

*Cling cling*

“...Or is it all just an act, perhaps? Do you think I’d enjoy seein’ you shiver in fear like that and hurt you in return? 

ー You try and reason with him.

[10:05] “Haah…? I’m readin’ too far into it, you say? You really are an idiot, Chichinashi. Even before this whole ordeal, I never trusted you.”

You seem shocked.

“Hahaha...I can’t get enough of seein’ you hurt like that. I think you look the cutest when you make that expression.”

*Rustle rustle*

[10:41] “Human logic doesn’t apply to us Vampires. The fact that you’re gettin’ the wrong idea and lettin’ things get to your head proves that you’re nothin’ but a fool.”

*Cling*

“...Whatever. I rambled on for far too long. I’m thirsty again. My body is like a desert right now. ーー I became parched once more in no time.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[whitexwingedxdoves]

bonnie & clyde

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Song: Misfits – Shinedown | Recommended by @phoenixblack89​ Warnings: Language. Pronouns: She/Her Summary: Daryl was sick of you pretending to be something you weren’t in Alexandria and wanted to remind you, who he fell in love with. A/N:  I hope you like it <3; requests are open Italics – Flashback

Folding laundry still felt bizarre to you, making sure everything was perfectly crisp as you laid them in the drawers seemed so – unnecessary yet, you did it. Alexandria was a completely new world, after fighting for so long for a place to sleep, it felt like you had fallen down a rabbit hole and entered Wonderland when you stepped through the gates.  It was agreed by all that you would blend in until you figured the place out better, you were to play the devoted housewife who was too scared to even look at a knife anymore let alone use one; which was bullshit obviously.

Once your chores were done you made your way downstairs and out the door ready to start the day of make believe. You stopped in your tracks when you saw the way Daryl looked at you, it took you back a little as he scowled up at you, still sharpening the wood that he held between his fingers. He had been funny with you since your arrival here, usually you were inseparable – you’d do anything and everything together, a real Bonnie and Clyde as Carol would say. You shot him a look right back, rolling your eyes as he buried his head back into his chest to ignore you. “What’s your problem?” you questioned the man, taking a few steps closer to him.

Your question seemed to edge Daryl further into his anger, his head shooting back up at you – his scowl somehow deepened “You” he answered simply pushing himself from the fence, closing the gap between you, your eyes narrowed at his words, clearly they hurt.

“Me?” you spat back at him but he just scoffed at you, throwing his hands in the air.

“Yeh, you! Ya playin’ into this fairy tale bullshit!” his growl rumbled your very core.

“I aint playing into nothing! I’m blending in, like Rick said!” you retorted, stepping back from the archer.

“It ain’t like you!” Daryl’s voice seemed to soften as he spoke but you just watched him completely baffled. “The girl I know, the girl I love – would never wanna blend in for no one!” The soft tone in Daryl’s voice seemed to disappear at some point in the conversation and a lump in your throat seemed to form. “ya aint never listened to Rick before! Wha’s so differen’ now!” he shouted a little too loud making you look around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

“I have too much to lose now!” you answered back, a small tear forming in your eye as you avoided any form of eye contact. “I almost lost you once.” You whispered, not entirely sure if the man heard you.

Daryl remained silent for a moment, not meaning to force tears from your eyes, He cleared his throat before taking a step closer to you, his hand gently landing on your bicep. “a jus miss you” his hush tone made your heart drop a little, It was rare Daryl was this open. You dropped your head a little and bit down onto your bottom lip

“I’m sorry” you whispered under the muffles of your tears, your mind wondering about a time where the two of you were inseparable, like It was the two of you against the world.

-

You ran as fast as you could through the forest, Daryl just behind you – Your boots fell so hard on the wet mud that the back of your trousers were doused in mud – his too. The rain made the fabric of your vest stick to your every curve and your hair flattened to your face, despite how uncomfortable you felt you seemed to be overtaken by laughter. It wasn’t long until you felt the weight of the archers arms wrap around your body and take you down into the mud, his laugh mixed with yours almost perfectly, convincing you that it was by far your favourite sound and sweeter than any song you had ever heard.

You didn’t mind as the soggy mud oozed into your clothes or how it found its way to the roots of your hair as you were pinned down on the floor. Droplets of water ran from Daryl’s shaggy hair and dropped onto your chest, your laughter died down as you both laid there breathless never leaving each other's gaze – forgetting the danger that could be lurking behind any tree. Without a word, Daryl gently pushed away a strand of hair that stuck to your forehead before he lowered his lips onto yours, it was soft at first until your hands found his hair, tugging ever so lightly on it. The more you tugged, the hungrier the kiss seemed to get.

You walked with Daryl’s hand intertwined in yours as you approached the Prison, the mud still stuck in your hair but the rain seemed to wash most of it from your body. You noticed the group gathered around the bottom gate but more so you noticed the look on Rick's face, it reminded you of your fathers whenever you’d come home too late or if he found out you had snuck out. “He’s gonna kill us” you whispered to the archer, his amused grunt seemed to be enough of a response for you until the gates opened up for you.

“Where the hell have you been?”

-

It was one of your fondest memories with Daryl, being scolded by Rick for sneaking out of the prison – you retorting in some sort of sassy manner which would only piss Rick off even more. Despite the tears you allowed a small smile to grace your features a little – confusing the man that stood before you. “You’re right” you finally explained, your eyes meeting his “Im done pretending” Daryl couldn’t hide the twitch of his lips as they formed a short smile. He wiped away your tears with his thumb before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“ya aint gonna lose me” he whispered into your hair, your hands wrapping around his waist as much as they could. A sigh of relief left your lips as you felt the weight of the world leave your shoulders, though you were terrified of what might happen now you had no mask to hide behind, you knew that whatever did happen you’d have Daryl Dixon by your side and that’s all that mattered.