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Wicked Fantasies Part 8 (MBJ x OC)

A/N: This gif has nothing to do with anything other than I thought it was hot as fuck... and baby boy gets a little... rough and ruthless this chapter (in a good way LOL) Enjoy!

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Michael’s hand lazily grazed the length of Raven’s spine as they laid in bed, limbs tangled and sheets disheveled from their wild night together. It was their first night back since their trip and jet lag spurred Michael to finally introduced ropes into their play and fuck, Raven had been in heaven. Of course, now her body was sore and aching from hanging from his set up and the only plans she had the next day were to sleep. But it was worth every ache and pain she felt and she would gladly sign up for it over and over and over again. 

“You ever think about marriage… kids?” Michael asked, knowing the question was random but it had been on his mind since before it was appropriate to envision that life with her. And with whatever Tasha had planned barreling down on him, something in him yearned to know that she saw a future with him, that she wanted a future with him. 

“Yea. I mean I didn’t think it would happen for me. I think about marriage a lot. Kids are… tough,” she muttered, her nails grazing against his skin, so lightly it made him feel almost ticklish. 

“You’re afraid of not being there for them?” 

Raven shifted uncomfortably on his chest. She rested her head against his heart, the soft thumps of his heartbeat soothing to the anxiety coursing through her. She had thought about all of these things with Michael but it was still impossible to believe she truly deserved them, that he truly wanted them with her. And she hated how easily he saw through her, saw her deepest fears and insecurities as if she had just spelled them out for him. 

“Yea, I guess… I wouldn't wish my life on any kid and there’s a lot of all this we have no control over. How much time… when yours is up. It’s always been hard to think about the future though… plan for it. I’ve just always felt like I was being chased and assumed that one day it would catch up to me? This is the first time in my life I don’t feel that… since I met you. So now I suppose I should think about the future.” She paused. “I think I’d like it… not sure how good I’d be at it. Being a mother. Your mom is the closest example I have of a good one. But the chance to build my own family? One with all the things I never had, all the things a child deserves? Yea, it would be nice.” 

“What do you think about building that family… with me?”

Raven perked up, shocked to hear those words come out of his mouth. She did not know why but she had not considered the conversation taking this turn for some reason. The idea of him wanting to marry her was about as foolish as wishing diamonds to cascade from the sky like rain. It just was not realistic. 

“In my wildest fantasies. But…” her voice trailed off.

“What?” 

“I love you… adore you. But I guess there’s still a piece of me that doesn’t believe this is real. That believes you’ll wake up one day and remember that I was the girl you paid to have sex with you. You know… can’t turn a whore into a housewife. And you wouldn’t be wrong, I’m not exactly wifey material. And hell, I’m probably the last person you should want raising your kids. Not a role model, nothing to aspire to. My life is a mess.” 

Michael knew a few months would not undo years of self deprecation but it felt like a physical wound to hear her count herself out like this. How could she not see how perfect she was? How amazing she was? 

“You shouldn’t talk about yourself like that, baby. And should give yourself more credit. You are one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, you’re a survivor, hardworking, gentle, nurturing. That’s everything I want in a wife… and a mother for my children. You’re so much more than whatever your dad or idiot sister convinced you were. You’re everythin’.” 

“You don’t mean that,” she whispered, turning away her head to face the opposite wall. She could not let herself believe that. They had not been together long and Raven was still waiting for the honeymoon phase to end and the other shoe to drop. She knew he would walk up one day and realize he could not build anything real with her. He would hurt her and disappoint her just like every other person in her life. She desperately desired to be wrong but she also refused to let herself have too much hope. Because of all the things and people she survived in her life, Michael was the one thing she knew had the power to actually destroy her. 

He pulled her deeper into his chest and kissed her forehead tenderly. “Aint ever told you shit I didn’t mean, baby girl. And I get why you don’t believe it or trust it. But I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you. I’m here for the long haul, we’re gonna build that life together, I promise.” 

Her response felt lodged in her throat, too painful to release into the space. She tried to get them out but saying them out loud would make them too real. So she just pressed her lips into his chest before turning over and closing her eyes. She knew she did not need to say anything for Michael to know how she felt. He always knew. 

As he watched her attempt to sleep, Michael thought about his meeting the next day with Alex. He had spent his entire trip and tonight so wrapped up in his girl that he almost forgot Tasha was threatening to destroy their bubble. He had to figure out what to do because he saw that future with Raven as clear as day and no one and nothing would stand in his way. 

***

“I can’t believe you,” Alex muttered to herself as she paced around her office. “You know… one day, I would just love it if you summoned me or came down here with good news. You saved a fuckin’ family of puppies from a would-be murderer, helped an old lady cross the road, saved someone from a burning building… solved fuckin’ world hunger and told someone. But nooooooooo. It’s never that. It’s always some problem because you literally can’t keep your fuckin’ dick to yourself. Have you ever heard of masturbation?? O-Or a fuckin’ fleshlight??” 

Michael groaned as she ranted about his recklessness and foolishness.

“So you gon’ keep yellin’ at me or tell me how to fix this?” 

Alex scoffed. “Fixing the fact that you got involved with, not one, but TWO prostitutes, proceeded to fall in love with one of them like this is some nigga’s version of Pretty Woman, causing the other prostitute to get so jealous, she is extorting you for money is so far above my pay grade, it isn’t even funny.” 

“The amount I pay you?? Ain’t shit above your pay grade,” Michael muttered under his breath. “Look, I don’t know why you’re mad at me! I’m the victim here. Blackmail is a crime!” 

Alex could not keep the shrill laughter that bubbled to her lips from spilling over. “Oh fuck off. ‘I’m the victim,’” she mimicked with a vicious glare. “You're not the victim. You’re the fuckin’ unserious superstar idiot I’ve saddled my entire career to. But you sure as fuck aren’t the victim. The only victim here will be Raven. And me when I die prematurely from dealing with your bullshit. But mainly Raven when this girl tells the entire world she made her living getting paid for sex. They’ll rip her to shreds. You wouldn’t understand it because you’re a man and your privilege insulates you. You’ll be a punchline on late night tv for a few weeks and move on but she won’t come back from this. The world won’t let her come back from it.” 

“Didn’t come for a feminism 101 lecture, Alex. I know this fucks her over more than me. How do we fix it??” 

Alex threw her hands up in the air. “Fuck if I know? This is why I don’t like PR relationships, Michael. It always falls apart eventually, secrets don’t last in our world. To be honest, if it’s gonna come out anyway, I'd just admit the truth about how you met before Tasha could. You could own the narrative that way at least. But Raven isn’t going to agree to that, no woman in her shoes would.”

“So aside from giving her more money, how can I stop this?” 

“Wait more money? You already gave her some?” 

Michael shrugged. “Yea like $10k. Why?” 

Alex shook her head. “Well she’s not gonna stop at $10k. Honestly, that’s light work for how much I would’ve demanded. Now we’re dealin’ with a fucking stupid extortionist too.” She threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. “Eventually, it won’t be money she wants, Mike. She wants you and if you don’t want her, then I don’t know how to fix this.” she paused. “What did Raven say about all this?” 

Michael grimaced. “I… haven’t told her.” 

Alex’s eyes grew wide. “Annndd that’s why you schlepped your stupid ass all the way down here instead of having me come to you. You can’t keep this from her. It’s her name and reputation that’ll get dragged to hell and back if Tamara or whatever this fuckin girl’s name is, decides to skip her happy criminal ass to Page 6. You have to tell her, Michael, and let her know that you’re still in contact with this woman. I can sell water to fish in the goddamn ocean, I can spin anything out there. But I won’t be able to mend your relationship if she gets upset that you lied. Tell her and get ahead of this.” 

“I need a plan first. Raven is the strongest person I know, don’t get me wrong. But she’s been through too much shit for me to dump a problem I created on her doorstep. No one… no one in her life protects her. Protects her feelings and body and…” he ran his hand over his face. “I tried countless times since we got back but she’s finally happy, Alex. Finally has some peace. Is it that wrong for me to just pay Tasha and keep it movin’? Raven never even needs to know.” 

“It’s not wrong… the instinct isn’t wrong but it’s not right either when that peace is fiction. It’s not real, Michael. She deserves to know something that affects her life as much, frankly more than yours. Your reputation will recover, it always does. I’m not sure hers will. And maybe she would… make a different choice about your relationship if she knew that.” 

“You want her to leave me?” 

Alex raised her hands in surrender at his sharp tone. “No. I don’t want her to leave you. I actually really like her, certainly more than the other idiot instagram girls you paraded around here as your girlfriends. She did what I thought nothing could… she turned you into a serious person. But… maybe you two do need a break until this Tasha person is willing to let you go. She might decide that protecting her name, her peace… her ability to move through life without a modern scarlet A on her chest is more important than whatever feelings, however strong, she has for you. And you… your directorial debut is out in March. We’re about to start a press run in a month. Award season starts next Sunday, for which you are a highly anticipated nominee. Any scandal detracts from the biggest moment of your career. Look, I’m not telling you to do anything. But I am saying, it’s the only path I see that doesn’t destroy you both. And if you love her as much as you say you do, you’d take the short term hit to save her. Or at least present it as an option.”  

Michael heard everything she said and in his heart, he knew she was right. But what she was asking? His heart and soul would not allow him to do it.

“I can’t lose her, Alex. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I won’t lose her. I know Tash… she’s all bark, no bite. I give her some attention and throw some cash her way and this’ll all blow over.” 

Alex sized him up for a few moments before shrugging. “Well I hope for Raven’s sake, and mine, you know what you’re doing.” 

“I know what I’m doin’, Alex. I promise.” Michael knocked his knuckles against her desk before standing up to leave. 

“Are you really that good at sex?” she mused, glancing at him up and down as if she was trying to imagine it for herself. “I just can’t imagine anyone, especially a man, is good enough in bed to warrant all this.” 

“I know it ain’t your cup of tea,” he offered with a wink. “But what can I say? I’m blessed with hella talents.” 

Alex rolled her eyes. “Alright, well get your hella talented ass outta my office.” However, before he left, she called out. “Oh! The Golden Globes… need to know if you’re taking Raven so they can finalize the sitting chart.” 

Michael rolled his eyes. His least favorite part about his job: award season. An unbearable time of year made worse by the fact that he was nominated at every single one save the Tonys this year. He did not have the energy or desire to sit for hours on end, starving and be forced to smile and wave and pretend to be happy if he lost. But he knew the unbearable practice would be made a bit more bearable if Raven was by his side while he did it. 

“Shit. All this shit goin’ on since New Years, forgot to ask her. Tell them she’s goin’. I just gotta get them to pull her a dress and shit. Thanks for the reminder.” 

And with that, he started to walk out. As he reached his car, he pulled out his phone and texted Tasha to meet him at the St. Regis tomorrow night at 10. He was going to end this as soon as possible. 

***

Michael paced the length of his hotel room, wearing a hole in the carpet as he went. 

“This is a bad idea,” he mumbled to himself a couple of times. But this was the least of about 100 bad ideas in his mind and it was the only bad idea that protected his girlfriend’s peace. He knew Alex was right and it was wrong but he was determined to keep Raven as far from this situation as possible. 

However, even he had to admit to himself that his reasoning was not just to protect her peace. He also did not want to admit that he had still had conversations with Tasha before they were official, that he had made promises to her and then broke them. Raven was one of the few people on this planet who saw him as a good person and he refused to ruin that image. Protecting Raven and, selfishly, how she looked at him was all that mattered to him. What people said about him in the media and on Twitter did not. 

A soft knock on his door jolted him out of his thoughts and his limbs to move. He felt uncomfortable even meeting Tasha here but she had demanded their first meeting be in person. So here he was. 

When he opened the door, Tasha leaned against the door frame with a triumphant smirk painted on her face. A year ago, he would have pulled her inside and tore her clothes off with lightning speed. But today? He had never been less attracted to someone in his life, less enthused to see someone.

“Hey baby.” 

Her arms snaked around his broad shoulders as she leaned in for a kiss. A kiss that Michael artfully and skillfully dodged. He twisted out of her embrace and pulled her into his hotel room, sparing a quick glance down the long hotel hallway to ensure no prying eyes lurked before slamming the door shut.

“You don’t seem happy to see me, baby.” 

Michael could hear the teasing in her voice, could tell she enjoyed whatever power trip she currently had over him. 

“Why would I be happy to see someone blackmailin’ and threatenin’ me?” he mumbled just loud enough for her to hear him. 

“Forcing you to follow through with the promises you made to me is hardly blackmail.” She sat down on the edge of the expansive bed and leaned back slightly on her hands. 

Michael had hoped to keep this “meeting” as brief as possible. He did not want to be in a room with her for any longer than he needed to. He walked over to the bed and grabbed two envelopes he had sat on the bedside table. He tossed the thicker one, filled with cash, at her before walking across the room and leaning on the desk to watch her. 

“Another $10k at your request. Now, tell me a number.”

“A number for what?” she asked innocently. 

“A number big enough to get you to sign this,” he tossed another envelope at her. “Standard NDA and an agreement not to contact me or Raven again.” 

Tasha let out a low humorless chuckle. “All this… for that basic nobody. You never did a fraction of this shit for me…” she mused as she unfolded the papers and read them silently. 

Michael scoffed. “I did everything we agreed to. Flew you out, bought you more shit than I could count. The only thing Raven got that you didn’t was my heart and I’m not apologizin’ for that. What we had was business, Tash. And our business needs to end now. So what’s the number?” 

Tasha stared at him for a few minutes before discarding them on the bed. “Fine. I’ll deal. $50k and one more night. The two of us. And I’ll sign them. That’s the price.” 

“Not happenin’, name a number.” 

Tasha merely shrugged. “Nope. You want me out of your life? That’s the price. Both things.” 

“Why? Let’s cut the bullshit, Tash. You don’t love me, you don’t want me. You want my money. So name a higher number.” 

“You’re absolutely right. I don’t love you… I’m not Raven, an idiot who falls for the first client I get. I love your money and the comfort it provides. But one thing I don’t like is disrespect. You dropped me out in the cold with no warning like two years of fucking you meant nothing. Like I meant nothing. So yea, maybe months ago, it would’ve just been about the money. But now, it’s about so much more than that.” 

“So what? You blackmail me into fuckin’ you one more time and it proves what?” 

Tasha laughed. “Doesn’t prove anything except that you ain’t shit, which I already knew. I don’t need proof of anything. See you and Raven were built on a lie and honestly, watching the two of you fall the fuck apart will bring me far more joy than a couple extra bucks. Fuck me and the guilt will eat that good boy you bury deep inside alive. Eventually, you’ll crack and Raven’ll find out. Or I dunno, maybe I’ll tell her. Either way, I could smell the insecurities on that girl from a mile away. She’ll never forgive you and your relationship falls apart. Don’t fuck me and I tell the world you did anyway and that she was a prostitute. And then your relationship definitely falls apart when her life gets ruined. Either way, I get cash, you end up alone and Raven learns what so many girls before also learned the hard way: don’t fuck with what’s mine. I was thinking of calling TMZ the week of the Oscars? That’ll sure spice up the biggest week of your career. Or maybe right before the Creed III premiere… any preference?” At his silence, she merely shrugged. “Well, just let me know. Feel free to keep booking this room for us until you decide. I always liked this view.” 

As Michael watched her, he quickly realized how he wholly underestimated her in every possible way. This was not a woman who was willing to let him go. Ever. And both of his “choices” were specifically designed to hurt Raven. There was no scenario where she came out of it unscathed. And it was really all his fault. Had he simply cut Tasha off at the onset or been smarter about how he handled her, they would not be in this mess. 

Michael stood and walked toward the door. 

“I’ll call you to book our time next week. Maybe you’ll change your mind. Or maybe I’ll change my mind and call TMZ before then,” she called after him as Michael slammed the door behind them. 

As he stood in the barren hotel hallway, he resisted the urge to punch a hole in the wall before his security whisked him away to the service elevator to take him outside to his car. He was thankful Alex had been willing to book the hotel under her name and credit card. He would not have considered it originally but after that conversation, he would not have put it past Tasha to add the hotel receipt to her arsenal of blackmail. 

He slammed the door of his jeep with such force even Allen jumped slightly at the sound. 

“My bad,” he mumbled as he slouched back into his seat. He could not remember the last time something had frustrated him to this degree. He was fucked. They were fucked. Tasha had him by the balls and he knew there was no move that would get him out of this mess without throwing Raven under the bus. 

He refused to cheat on Raven. Not just because he knew it would just give Tasha another thing to hold over him but because that was simply not him. He played the role of the bad boy, terrible guy but the one line he had never crossed with a girlfriend in his life was to cheat on her. He knew that pain intimately and he vowed to never inflict it on someone else. He had never even been tempted to cheat. And Raven would certainly not be the woman he broke that vow on. 

And because he knew he would never sleep with Tasha or any woman who was not Raven again, there was no end to this in sight. He would just have to sit and wait for her to lob a grenade and blow up his girlfriend’s life. And that made him feel like more of a failure than any flopped movie or failed deal ever had. He was supposed to be the one person in her life that protected her and he had failed her, just like everyone else. 

“Bad night, Mr. Jordan?” Allen called from the front seat. 

“Somethin’ like that.” He sighed. “Fucked up and not sure it’s fixable.” 

Allen glanced back in the rearview mirror and nodded. “Is it not fixable or do you just not like the consequences of fixing it?” 

Michael bowed his head. He adored Allen but lately, he hated him and his meddling, correct but unsolicited advice. However, he would never say that to him.

“Mixture of both. Really just no way to fix it that doesn’t hurt someone I love.”

“Raven?” 

“That transparent, huh?” 

Allen smiled to himself. “You always were, sir. If all the answers hurt her, then you have to decide which path causes the least harm to her. And then you just hope she forgives you when it’s over. That’s all you can do. Or you find another path that doesn’t.” 

Michael’s head thudded against his seat’s headrest. He knew Allen was right, just as Alex had been. There was no fixing this situation, no silver bullet that would solve all of their problems and save Raven’s reputation in the process. All roads led to the same destination: the world finding out he and Raven lied. But there was one path that bypassed Tasha, put more of the media focus on him and his terrible decisions, and allowed him to control the when, where, and how of it all. And it did not hurt that this particular path would also allow him to hold Tasha accountable for all her shit in the process. 

“Thanks, Allen.” 

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and found Alex’s number. It was late but she was, thankfully, just as much of a night owl as he was. 

“Finish your date with your favorite extortionist?” Alex joked as she picked up the phone. He could hear her munching on something as she spoke, likely popcorn. 

“You always got jokes. Listen… I think you were right earlier. Let’s control the narrative.” 

He could hear her shifting around as if she were sitting up at his words. “Ok, I’m intrigued. Raven? You gonna ask her what she thinks?” 

He shook his head. “Nah. If we do it right, she never needs to know.”

***

It was after midnight by the time Michael arrived back home. However, he and Alex had worked out a foolproof plan during the drive. A plan they felt would allow Michael to take the biggest hit while Raven’s name would be a mere footnote by any reporter who doesn’t want to be accused of misogyny. It did all hinge on Tasha dragging out her games for longer than a week. But Michael had a feeling she would. She clearly enjoyed watching him squirm. They’d get past the Golden Globes and then he would seek help from someone whose only motivation in this world was money, someone who - for the right price - would do exactly what he asked.  

He said a quick goodnight to Allen before running up the stairs to his master bedroom. He was surprised to find Raven curled up on his side of the bed, her face buried in his pillow. Her preferred sleeping position was literally on top of him and he knew, when he wasn’t home, this was the best she could get. 

He laughed lightly at her kindle which was half hanging out of her hand, the young woman clearly having fallen asleep reading. She had not even put her scarf on the giant pineapple of curls on her head or taken off her reading glasses, which told him she had tried her hardest to stay awake till he got home. He watched her, like a creep admittedly, for several minutes before he moved. 

He had never felt love like this a day in his life. He had always accepted that he would never find it, never find someone who could and would love him unconditionally. But she did, she loved him even though he was not sure he deserved it. And everytime she looked at him, touched him, curled into his side to sleep, he felt the depths of it in his very being. Their love was pure and he refused to let anyone taint it. 

He moved as quietly as possible to the bed and took the kindle out of her hand and slid her glasses off. Thankfully, she slept like a rock. However, she only stirred as he tried to gently tie her scarf around her edges to protect her hair. She stretched and let out a deep but insanely cute yawn as she blinked a few times. 

“H-Hey babe. S-sorry, I tried to wait for you.” 

Michael leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “Don’t apologize. I didn’t mean to wake you. Just knew you’d be pissed if you woke up with no scarf on.” 

She chuckled. “You’re right about that. H-How was your dinner meeting?” 

“Fine,” he waved his hand dismissively. He hated that he had lied to her but it was the only excuse he could think of that did not bring more questions. Raven was generally inquisitive but she tended to understand the often secret nature of some roles and Hollywood meetings so she did not often pry for information he did not offer up. “Might have a role for me but shit is still in flux. We’ll probably need to meet again to iron out some details.” 

She nodded as she forced herself into a seated position. “I’ll never understand you Hollywood types. Who wants to have a dinner meeting at 10 pm?” 

“Logistics are easier for later dinners. It’s a whole thing.” He rolled his shoulders a bit, the tension of the day making his entire body ache. 

“You ok? You seem so tense, baby.” 

He studied her for a moment, taking in the genuine care on her face. So few people looked at him like that, like a human with needs and feelings. They just saw him as a product to sell or an ATM to get their needs met. But not Raven, never Raven. Even when he was quite literally paying her to be there. She saw him for him. And in that moment, he realized how close he was to losing that, how at risk this precious peace they both had found was. And that terrified him. Losing her terrified him. And he knew that whatever path he chose, that was the risk. And that filled him with such an overwhelming sense of dread. 

He rarely felt overwhelmed by his own feelings. But right then, he felt like he could not even think straight enough to answer that simple question. And he knew that simple question was his out, his chance to tell her the truth about what tension he was feeling and why.  

So instead of speaking, he used his impeccable strength to pull her into his lap. Her fingers played in the coarse hair of his beard as he stared at her, concern filling her eyes as she took in the solemn and stressed look in his.  

“Hey… baby… what’s wrong?” 

“N-Nothin’. Nothin’,” he lied, his courage deflating like a popped balloon. As soon as the words left his mouth, his lips crashed into hers, stealing her breath right out of her mouth. He could not talk, could not have a conversation. He just needed to feel her, all of her. 

He could not bring himself to do it, to ask her for her permission to do what he knew had to be done. All roads led to the same destination and this was the only one he could see that left them with the least amount of bruises. He did not have the heart to tell her that the only path forward for them was to destroy her reputation now or have Tasha do it later. He did not have the heart to tell her he failed her, that he could not protect her from this. 

Raven could feel everything in that kiss, his own stress and tension and pain. She wondered if more had gone on tonight at his meeting than he was willing to let on. Typically, Michael was the emotional rock, holding her up and giving her space to fall apart. But tonight, she was reminded that sometimes the strong ones need that too. 

She broke off their kiss to catch her breath before whispering, “Take what you need.” 

Michael rested his forehead against hers. “You sure?” 

“Consider me your stress ball,” she joked with a half smile. “Do your worst. I trust you.”

Trust you don’t deserve, a cold voice inside hurled at him. 

Michael said nothing as he flipped Raven over onto her stomach. There was no love or sweetness in the way he handled her as he arranged her lethargic limbs in the position he desired, ass high and face pressed into his comforter. He did not give her any warning as he sheathed himself inside her with one thrust, Raven squealing at the sudden and rough intrusion. 

“Fuckkkkkkkk,” she moaned as he bottomed out inside her. She did not understand how his size and girth still managed to leave her breathless. 

“You always this wet for me, baby?” 

“Y-Yes,” she whimpered as he gave her a brief moment to adjust to him. 

“Yes what?” he demanded with a sharp and painful slap against her plump ass. “Yes daddy,” she amended quickly. She could already tell she would be bruised and sore by the time he was done with her. But she could not hope to care. Whatever he needed, she would gladly give. 

They rarely did quickies, Michael enjoyed the warm up far too much to skip it. But tonight, he needed the adrenaline of rough, uninhibited fucking. He needed to hear her screams, the slaps of his hips against her ass. Needed to feel the soft skin of her hips beneath his hand as he rammed into her. He needed to let go of the stress of the last 48 hours with the woman he loved, let go of the feelings of objective failure he felt. He needed to get lost in her. 

Raven was in pure bliss as Michael fucked her at a pace and intensity she had rarely seen from him. She could not even keep up with him to match his thrusts into her. All she could do was lay there and scream out as he took her. 

“Shit, shit. J-just like that,” she moaned as his hands dug into her skin. Her fingers curled around the softness of his comforter as she used it to muffle the screams of her orgasm.  

“Fuck, this pussy feels so good gripping my dick, baby. That’s right, cum for daddy.” 

Her body instinctively shied away from the overwhelming feelings of pleasure and pain he provided, causing his grip to only grow tighter so she could not escape him, as if she would disappear right before his eyes if he loosened his grip on her at all. 

“The fuck you runnin’ for?? You said do my worst right? So take this dick!” His voice was commanding as he spanked her, the sound reverberating around his bedroom. 

“I-It’s too m-much,” she moaned out as she felt another orgasm start to build. 

“You can take it. I know you can. Be a good girl for me.” 

Hearing the words “good girl” on his lips were almost enough to make her orgasm right then on the spot. 

Her upper body collapsed as another orgasm hit her like a train of endless ecstasy. Only Michael’s brute strength held her up as he chased his own release. Her body felt like putty in his hands, completely pliant and under his control. 

“You gonna cum again for me, baby?” he demanded. 

Raven felt as if he was fucking her into another dimension, was she even on Earth anymore? She could barely form thoughts let alone words to answer his questions. And as the silence stretched on and only her moans and squeals punctuated the sound of his thrusts, Michael knew she needed an incentive to remember the rules. 

He wrapped his fist in her hair, which had unceremoniously fallen out of her scarf and pulled her up so her back was flush against his body. He wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed lightly, loving how Raven’s eyes rolled back into her head and a long moan escaped her. He noticed the tear tracks on her cheeks and almost wondered if he was pushing her too far. 

“Need me to stop?” he asked quietly, not slowing down his pace or movement as he asked. 

Despite how overwhelmed and exhausted she felt, Raven could not comprehend the idea of him stopping. She had offered him this and she wanted it too. “D-don’t stop… p-please don’t stop.” 

“Ok then. When daddy asks you somethin’, you fuckin’ answer!” 

He let her body fall forward before he started spanking her with every ounce of strength he had. The pain radiated through her entire body but it was a delicious hurt, one she wished she could have all the time. Michael’s spankings were one of her favorite parts of their sex life. But now she knew that he was holding back some of his strength on her account. And she did not want that ever again. If this was him totally uninhibited and unrestrained, she would be his stress ball every day of the week.

She shook her head as tears slowly trekked down her face. “I-I c-can’t…” 

Whether that was to convey that she could not speak or couldn’t come again, Michael did not know nor did not care. Until he heard a safeword cross her lips, he would drain them both of everything they collectively had. 

“Yea, you can. Cause daddy demands it.” 

His fingers found their way to her clit and roughly circled it, Raven’s entire body tensing as she reached her peak for the third time. He thanked the good lord he had had the forethought to soundproof his bedroom when he built this house years ago. That way he nor his parents had to be scarred for life. But even he wondered if her screams of pleasure would test the limits of that particular design feature. 

However, they were the perfect symphony that pushed him right over the edge. He increased his pace, as if that were possible, hammering into her before he pressed her hips tightly against his form as he came inside her with a loud moan of his own. He collapsed next to her prone form for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. 

He ran his hand through her hair, the young woman letting out a soft, appreciative whimper that acknowledged his touch and gentleness but let him know she was utterly spent.

He pushed himself out of bed and started a bath, adding some epsom salt to the water in hopes that would soothe whatever aches he caused. He returned to his bed and rubbed her back to get her attention. 

“Bath,” he whispered, before he scooped her up into his arms as if she were a small child. He carried her into the bathroom and quickly redid her hair and scarf before settling her into the tub.

A moan slipped past her lips as the hot water surrounded her limbs. Michael positioned himself behind her, his arm pressed into her breasts to keep her flush to his chest.  

“Was I too rough?” 

Her heart warmed at the question. She would not have offered her body to him if she had not wanted rough but she appreciated that he still cared enough about her to check in, during and after. 

“No, I love it when you get lost in it. But you’re sure you’re ok?” 

“Yea… think the stress of the awards and the press tour next month are just getting to me. I’m good, babe.” A cop out but it was all he could offer. 

Though it was difficult to get her limbs to move properly, she shifted so she could turn around and look at him. She chewed on her lip for a moment before saying, “You’d tell me if… something was wrong, right? Like you’re always there for me and my problems, listening and fixing. A-and well… I know I can’t like fix whatever it is or anything or probably even understand it. But I hope you know you can trust me with stuff. I just d-don’t want you to think you can’t… if you ever need to o-or - ” 

Michael leaned forward and captured her lips, silencing the sweet ramblings his girl was known for. 

“Yea I know, baby.”

He felt her entire body sort of deflate with relief before she settled back against his chest. 

“Good. I’m glad.” 

They sat in silence as Michael’s hands slowly and methodically massaged her body, starting at her shoulders and working their way down at a deliciously slow but tantalizing pace. He took his time, kneading each of her muscles until the ache she felt subsided. His hands were massaging her thighs, which was doing more to work her up than calm her down, when Michael 

“Be my date on Sunday.” He kissed her on the neck. 

“Sunday? What’s on Sunday?” she asked, not even opening her eyes as she enjoyed the work of the Lord Almighty he was doing on her thighs. 

“The Globes.” 

Raven immediately pushed off of his chest in shock. An award show? Those glittery and glamorous programs she had watched as a kid? 

What’s my fucking life right now?? She asked herself as it hit her, for the first time, that things like this would be a regular occurrence now that she and Michael were serious. This was the big leagues and she was going to be standing right beside him. 

“The Globes… as in THE Golden Globes?? You’re kidding right?” 

He laughed at the look of utter shock on her face. “Yes, those Globes. And nah, why would I joke about that shit? I want the sexiest woman in the world on my arm when I win.” 

Michael did not want to be ruled by fear of when Tasha would lob her grenade at them, if she even had the chance. They deserved to just have a fun and extravagant night out together. This would be the biggest night of his career and if their names were going to be thrown into a scandal either way, he could at least enjoy a night out with Raven before it does. 

Raven shook her head, though her heart and childish brain screamed at her for doing so. Why was she pushing back? Every fiber of her being just wanted her to yell “YES, YES, YES!” 

“B-But what about your parents?? Maybe you should take one of them o-or your siblings? I mean I’d love to go. Like seriously THE Golden Globes with like every entertainer I adore and love? But this is such a big moment in your career. Don’t you want to spend it with… I dunno, the people who’ve been there for the ride? I just got here,” she chuckled. “Don’t ask me out of some obligation. If there’s someone else you’d prefer, I won’t be offended. I didn’t expect an invite to all these anyway, you know? Figured you take family or your friends or someone more important to you… What if you look back and regret not taking one of them? You should -” 

“Babe!” he cut her off, his palm cradling her cheek to keep her gaze on him.. “You said all that in one breath. Breathe for me, baby girl.” Raven appreciated that he could always see when she was spiraling and stop it. She forced air into her lungs before nodding for him to speak. “My family’s been to hella award shows, they’ve seen as many of them as a single person could ever want to. But even if they hadn’t, you’re the most important person to me right now. So I want to look out if I win and see you there. You are the most important person in my life.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t, promise.” 

“Then yes. I’d love to.” She turned fully and straddled his hips, kissing him deeply. Her hips instinctively grinded against him, a smile gracing her features as she felt his cock start to grow hard beneath him. She did not care that he fucked her into near oblivion a mere 10 minutes ago. Just him offering to take her to the biggest award show of his career to date filled her with such joy and happiness. And now, she had no interest in going to sleep. Now? She just needed more. More of him and his love, attention, and care. 

“Not too sore, baby girl?” he asked as he pulled one of her nipples in between his lips and sucked gently before biting the swell of her breast, Raven’s head falling back with a small cry. 

“Never… I need you,” she whispered in his ear as she sucked on the soft skin of his neck. “Please.” 

“Get up here and ride daddy’s dick.” 

Raven did not need to be told twice as she positioned herself over him and slid down. 

“Enjoy it cause then it’s my turn again.” He winked at her with the most wicked glint in his eyes that let Raven know she would not sleep for hours. 

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“So how does it feel? Mr. Golden Globe winner??” Raven asked for the 100th time as she and Michael walked back into the condo. The condo was really only used now when they were at events super late. And staying out until 3 am meant neither of them were all too interested in making the trek back to his home. 

Michael chuckled, “The same way it felt 10 minutes ago, Rae.” 

She gave herself a playful facepalm. “I’m sorry, I’m being annoying. I’m just so excited for you! I mean tonight was amazing and magical and you were amazing and everyone was literally singing your praises. And I’m just…” she turned and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. “I’m really proud of you. No one deserves this moment more.” 

“Thank you. It was even better with you by my side.” 

Raven let out a childlike squeal as Michael picked her up in his arms, her after party dress bunched up in his hands. However, before she could tell him to be careful of the fabric, he merely smirked. “It’ll be on the floor in a minute. Don’t worry bout that shit.” 

She merely rolled her eyes as he playfully tossed her onto his bed and launched himself on top of her. She let out a loud oof as his weight pushed her deeper into the bed and laughed. 

She moaned as he kissed her before she had to stop him for a brief moment. As much as she loved being glammed up by his team, she could not deny that the full glam and fake lashes they put on her were not as comfortable almost 10 hours later. 

“Let me hang up the dress and wash my face before you ravish me? These lashes are killing me and it’s gonna take me a few minutes to peel these spanx off.” 

He seemed wholly uninterested in letting her do any of those things until the phone in his pants started to ring. He knew only one person who dared to call him this late. The disgruntled huff he pushed out made her cackle but he rolled off of her, allowing her to get up. 

“Fine, I’ll allow it. But only cause Alex would only call this late if it was important.” 

As he answered the phone, she disappeared into the guest room where all of her clothes were stored. She made quick work of stripping down to her panties and ensuring her dress was stowed properly in its garment bag. It had been a delicate yet gorgeous gown and she had not trusted Michael not to accidentally destroy it in his quest to get it off her. She knew he could afford to pay for it but she did not even want to know how much a Valentino dress would set him back.  

She joyfully ripped the fake lashes on her eyes off before washing her face several times to get off all the makeup she had on. She looked stunning, as she always did when his glam team got a hold of her. But she also would rather do this tedious task now than in a few hours when Michael was done with her. 

She thought about slipping into some lingerie as she pulled off her nipple covers. But she figured it would take more time than necessary to put any of it on and Michael would likely just rip it off her within seconds. So she made her way back to his room nearly naked with just her thong on. 

However, when she returned, Michael’s mood was far more subdued than when she left. She raised an eyebrow as she straddled his hips, his hands barely touching her hips, a departure from his usual grip on her. 

“Everything ok?” 

“That was Alex. We… got a problem.” 

“Ok?” 

He rubbed her lower back as he spoke as if that would calm her for whatever was about to come out of his mouth. “She got a call from TMZ that they have a source… that told them about us. How we met and… that we lied to everyone about it. And they are gonna run it sometime tomorrow.” 

Raven scratched her forehead, the joy she felt moments ago dissipating almost immediately. 

This can’t be happening… 

 “W-what?? B-But… N-No, no. She’s… I-is she sure?” 

“Baby, calm down. It’s gonna be ok. Apparently, the angle he took was favorable to you? It doesn’t shame you or anything. It’s just honest about the circumstances of how we met.” 

Raven felt as if her whole world had just come falling down around her as she leapt off his lap. “It’s favorable to me?? That’s a super small comfort w-when you just told me that the entire world is about to find out I was a prostitute, Michael! C-Cause no one’s gonna care that you were date number like 3 in a series of failed dates o-or that you were the first guy to even pay me for sex. They’re just gonna care that I did it. This reporter doesn’t need to shame me when the whole fucking world will.” She paced up and down beside his bed as she tried to will her panic to subside. “I-Is there anyway to stop it?? W-why is this even happening?? I mean it’s been months. Who would even care enough to c-come out and say something now??” 

Michael stood and grabbed her by the arm, he pulled her into his embrace but he knew it would do little to soothe her. “It could’ve been anyone? Employee at the hotel, someone who works for Helen. Alex is trying to find out who and more about the story so we can figure out what to do. And this person probably realized that now, with award season and Creed, would be the most profitable time to release shit about me. I’m sorry, Rae. I should’ve seen this comin’. It’s my fault.” 

The clear guilt in his voice cut through the haze of panic she felt and caused her to stop thinking about herself for a moment. 

Fuck, how selfish are you? A story like this could potentially ruin his career and all she could think about was how it affected her. Michael could lose work and deals and prestige because of a story like this. What did she have to lose? A family that already hated her and she had  cut off? A reputation that, at least in the industry she was once in, was already tarnished? 

“No, d-don’t apologize. I'm sorry. I’m over here freaking out and you’re the one with an actual career to lose. I just… I guess when it didn’t come out initially, I assumed it wouldn’t? A-and I just… freaked out. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t make it all about me.” 

“It’s cool. And ok to be upset. I’m used to shit like this… you aren’t. Good thing is, shit like this stays in the news for a few days and then it passes. Alex and I’ll work on a plan tomorrow once it’s out and fix this shit. I promise.” 

All Raven could make herself do was nod as she let her forehead fall onto his bare chest, a sudden wave of exhaustion hitting her. Even with Michael, there was always something. There was no true peace in her life, or least, none that lasted long enough for her to enjoy it. 

An uncomfortable tightness grew in her chest as she realized what was barreling toward them both. And for the first time in a long time, Michael’s arms did not bring her the comfort she needed. In fact, they only added to her stress. She wanted to be with him but she also knew that her presence would be a distraction. He had to figure out the best response for his career without feeling the need to cater to her emotions and she wanted to break down and cry and scream without being worried he would feel guilty. 

Which meant she could not be there with him when this story broke. She needed space and alone time to process this. 

“Do you think Allen could take me home?” she whispered. “I n-need to be alone.” 

“Rae, stay. We should talk about this.” 

She could see the panic bloom in his eyes and it made her adjust her statement. “I’m not m-mad at you, baby.  You don’t have control over who talks to the media and when. I know you would stop it if you could. I just… knowing it’s coming out is a lot to process and I need to do that alone in my own space. And you need to be focused on your career, not me and my feelings. I’ll check in with you tomorrow but I d-don’t want to talk tonight. I just want to be alone.” 

Michael pressed his lips to her forehead before walking over to his dresser and pulling out a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt that she had stored there. He helped her get dressed before calling Allen to come back to take her home. He knew she was not upset with him but he could not help but feel disheartened at how she retreated into herself. He could see all the emotions she felt painted on her face and that made him want to demand she stay so he could help her through it. 

But he knew that was not fair. If she said she needed space, he had to respect that. The reason she was feeling this way was his fault anyway.

“You’re sure you’re gonna be ok? I can come with you?” He tried one last time when Allen texted that he was downstairs. 

“Positive. Just need a couple hours to myself to get my head around everything. I’ll come to the house tomorrow evening after it's out and we can talk. Just give me a few hours, please.” 

He nodded, silently acquiescing to her wishes, despite every piece of him wanting to protest. 

Raven offered him a peck on the lips before heading down in the elevator, desperate to scream or yell or throw something across the room. She supposed she always knew there was a chance it could come out. After all, there were a handful of people that knew the truth. But she had just lulled herself into believing it wouldn’t, that their peace would be safe. 

Her head felt like it was spinning when she finally laid down an hour later in her own bed. She had only taken the time to switch into one of Michael’s sweatshirts that she had commandeered from his house so she could curl up in his scent. She wrapped herself tightly in her blanket and let out a shuddering and shaky breath. 

He’s gonna leave you. A voice finally said the fear that gripped her since he told her the news. She had not wanted to admit it but she knew it was coming. He was going to leave her. 

How could he possibly stay? Why would he want to stay? His entire team would demand he cut ties with her. There was no other option. She knew it and he likely knew it too. His safest bet was likely to paint her as a woman who manipulated him or a gold digger after his money. She spent enough time on social media to know what the media and everyday people would say about her. They’d call her a slut and a whore, never mind that she was only doing what she had to do to survive. That would not matter to them. And then the dogpilling would begin. Some internet detective would find out she was also a stripper and this would give her sister the perfect chance to shame her like she always wanted to. 

‘There are always other options than selling yourself’ they’d say. They’d question his manhood for even wanting to be with her in the first place. And it would not matter that prostitution was the oldest profession in civilization or that Michael was her first real customer. Her doing it with him would be enough for them to brand her with every terrible name women avoid being labeled. 

She hastily wiped away the few tears that fell as she stared at her ceiling. These would be her last few moments of peace in her life and she realized that tonight was likely her last night with Michael. She felt her heart break at the idea. However, she would walk away, she realized. If that was what it took to save him and his career and this moment in his life, she would walk away from him. It would cut her deeper than any wound but she would do it for him if he asked. 

And now, every second felt like a countdown to that moment. When she would arrive at his house tomorrow afternoon and be greeted with the cold slap of rejection. She would just have to prepare herself. 

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a bottle of old sleeping pills she used to use when she first lost her writing contract. She had struggled so much that her doctor prescribed them. It had been almost a year since she needed them but tonight was an exception. She just wanted to fall into the deep, dreamless sleep they provided so she would not have to sit awake and think about how everything in this world was designed to destroy her. She popped one in her mouth and snuggled up with her pillow while her tears fell, the protective blanket of sleep covering her within minutes. 

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A/N: Welp... Michael's keeping secrets, Tasha is smarter (kinda, maybe?) than Michael thought and poor Raven's completely in the dark. Drop a comment and let me know who you think this "source" is and how you think these two are going to react to the article! And so exciting - chapter 9 is like 1/3 done lol so it'll be out in the next two weeks. Would be sooner but I'm on vacation next week. Thanks for reading, commenting, liking... all the things! :)

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The Beat

Jisung x Female reader

Word count: 2.5k (no look they're really drabbles okay?)

Synopsis: Jisung is having difficulties with a project and asks you to help take his mind off work for a bit.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Okay seriously I'm on a roll right now but like I said they might not all come out so quickly so do bare with me if some of the others take longer. I am having so much fun writing these so I hope you all are enjoying them! Chan will be next! If you enjoy reading please reblog, comment, shoot me an ask, like, I love to hear from you guys! As always warnings and smut below the cut! 3/8

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! MDNI! Swearing/strong language, eluding to casual sex, oral (m receiving), deep throating, face fucking, cum eating, breath play (kinda not really), masturbating, cum shot, slight exhibitionism (kinda maybe, not really), slight MC dom/Jisung sub dynamic (kinda). I think that's all but if I ever miss something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

It was the last morning before the guys were due back and you were on your knees under the kitchen table after you decided you’d rather blow Changbin than eat eggs and toast. You were sucking his soul out through his dick, choking and drooling all over his thick cock rubbing his balls and humming as you gagged on it again and again. Suddenly the front door opened and someone came walking into the apartment. Changbin had heard but apparently you didn’t because you were slurping and gagging on his fat cock when Jisung came around the corner into the dining room. 

“Hey Changbinnie hyung!” Changbin’s eyes went wide with surprise. 

“JISUNG! You’re home early!” You choked when Changbin shouted Jisung’s name and stopped sucking his dick for a second. But Jisung couldn’t see you or what was happening under that table and so you took Changbin’s cock back into your mouth and what you couldn’t fit you jerked off hard as you continued to fondle his balls covered in your saliva. You honestly didn’t know how he was holding it together, must be that strong jutdae of his. 

“Yea I wanted to come home a little early and get some rest before having to jump back into the grind.” Changbin bit his bottom lip and nodded, small beads of sweat were starting to form on his temples and forehead and he prayed Jisung didn’t notice. 

“Good idea Ji! Why don’t you go get you some rest!” Jisung looked at Changbin funny. 

“Yea, okay Bin I’ll do that.” Jisung shook his head and went to his room. As soon as Changbin heard his bedroom door click closed he groaned out and came in your mouth. You swallowed and kept slurping on him until he was sensitive and pulled away. 

“Remember this little moment the next time, pay back is a bitch.” Changbin laughed breathless, pulling you up from under the table. 

“For now though we should probably get you home.” Changbin kissed you deeply. 

“Go get dressed I’ll give you a ride.” He patted your rear end and you ran off to get your clothes on.  

A month or so went by and everything was still just the way it always was. You and the guys had your board game nights every other Monday and had been to the club to go dancing and drinking. You had fucked two of them and at least one of them knew and they both acted like nothing happened. Aside from a lingering touch here and there when passing you or sitting by you everything was perfectly normal. It was a nice day and you were walking to the park down the street from your place when you got a call from Jisung. 

“Hey Ji!” You heard him sigh heavily. 

“Hey y/n.” He sounded drained. 

“What’s wrong Sungie?” He took another deep breath. 

“I’ve been at the studio all night and I’m just so stressed over this song that I’m having trouble with. Do you...you think maybe you could come to the studio and help me?” You were confused as to why Jisung was asking you to do this when Chan or Changbin would be far better options since they actually knew how to produce music. 

“Ji I don’t know anything about music.”  

“I know I just mean come and hang out, maybe distract me for a bit, clear my head.” Well that made more sense, he needed to unplug for a minute. You were only going to go on a hike at the park because you were bored anyway. 

“Sure Sungie I’ll come hang out for a bit.” You could already hear his voice getting lighter. 

“You’re the best y/n. See you soon!” When you got to the studio the door was slightly cracked open. You knocked lightly and walked in. When you did you saw Jisung with his head laid on his desk; it looked as if he’d fallen asleep while waiting on you. You were just going to back out and let him rest but you bumped something by the door and Jisung’s head sprung up. 

“Oh hey! You made it great!” He rubbed his eyes. 

“If you want to nap a little longer, I can come back later.” He shook his head and stood up walking over to welcome you in. 

“No no I was only resting my eyes. Please come in.” He closed and locked the studio door behind you and ushered you towards the sofa in the studio. You sat down getting comfy and Jisung sat in the roll-y chair across from you. You both exchanged some small talk and caught up with what the other had been doing recently. Everyone had been so busy lately it felt like it had been forever since you’d see any of the guys when reality it had only been two weeks. The longer you sat there chatting with Jisung the more antsy he seemed to get, knee bouncing, eyes darting, if he chewed on his lip anymore he’d bite it off so finally you said something. 

“Sungie you’re supposed to be relaxing and clearing your mind a bit. You look like you're ready to crawl out of your skin. What’s going on?” His teeth let go of his lip and he let out a heavy sigh. 

“I... I really want to ask you something but I don’t want you to get upset with me or take it the wrong way.” His face was so soft and his big brown eyes seemed to have grown even bigger. You could tell he was genuinely scared you would be angry with him. You sat up and leaned forward a bit closing some of the distance between you and Jisung. 

“Well... I promise to listen and try to understand if that helps at all.” Jisung nodded and shook his head. 

“Okay... whewww... okay...” You braced yourself unsure of exactly what was going to come out of Jisung’s mouth. Jisung closed his eyes tightly. 

“WouldyoudowhatyoudidforChangbinniehyungformetoo?!” It all came out in a shouted jumble of words. You jumped at the volume of his voice and caught fragments of words but not enough to understand him. You shook your head. 

“Take a deep breath Sungie and slow down okay?” He took a couple more deep breaths and then closed his eyes again, softly this time. 

“Would you do what you did for Changbin hyung for me too?” Your brow furrowed in confusion and then the memory of you blowing Changbin under the table when Jisung came home flashed through your mind. You tried to play stupid. 

“Uh what do you mean? What did I do for Changbin?” Jisung’s face was buried in both of his hands embarrassed to say. 

“Well... you... know... you... uh... sucked his... d-” 

“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!” Jisung jumped and looked terrified that he had in fact upset you. You were just caught off guard finding out he knew; you coughed and lowered your voice. 

“How do you know that?” Jisung wrung his hands together. 

“Changbinnie hyung said you were going to be over for the weekend. When I came home I saw your shoes by the door and then... well I saw your feet poking out from under the table a bit, that and Changbin hyung looked like he was about to explode.” Your face felt hot. You were so embarrassed to find out that Jisung knew the whole time that you had been under the table. Then it registered and you remembered Jisung’s actual question. 

“Wait did you ask me...” Jisung waved you off in a panic. 

“Never mind about that, sorry! I shouldn’t have suggested it! You’re my friend and I respect you and I shouldn’t have...” You couldn’t help but be endeared by his babbling. 

“Sungie do you want me to suck you off or not?” His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. 

“Words Jisungie. Do you want me to suck your cock?” He gulped hard shaking his head up and down. 

“Yes!” You tsked him. 

“Yes what Ji?”  

“YES PLEASE!” You hummed pleased and smiled at him. 

“Good boy.” You got on your knees in front of him and ran your hands up his firm thighs towards the waist band of his pants. He looked down at you with his wide hopeful eyes. You could see his pants already starting to tent from his growing erection. You slowly unbuttoned his pants, dragging the zipper down one tooth at a time, a little whine came out of the back of Jisung’s throat and you looked up at him. 

“Aww poor Sungie, you need it bad don’t you baby?” Jisung licked his lips and nodded. 

“Please?” You smiled at him sweetly 

“You asked so nicely how could I say no?” You grabbed the waist band of Jisung’s pants and underwear and pulled both down to his ankles. His cock was hard and leaking, smooth and pretty and while not as big as Changbin’s he was not lacking. 

“Such a pretty cock Jisungie.” You praised him. 

“Really?” He sounded surprised by your compliment. 

“Oh yes Ji, pretty cock for a pretty boy.” His cheeks started turning red and you thought it was so cute. You had always thought Jisung was cute, his chubby cheeks and toothy smile. You licked your hand and wrapped your fingers around his cock. You started to stroke him slowly, your thumb rubbing the tip of his cock before twisting your wrist and sliding down his shaft again. 

“Ffuck!” Jisung’s cock started leaking even more precum. 

“You’re not going to cum already are you Sungie?” You leaned forward and licked the precum off the head of his dick and he twitched in your hand hard. 

“N-nno I w-won’t please suck on it please!” The way he begged for your mouth made your body buzz with excitement and you could feel your arousal wetting your panties. You nodded and started gently sucking on the head of Jisung’s cock, slowly going further down his shaft, coating him in your saliva. Jisung gathered all your hair into a ponytail and looked down at you with your mouth full of his dick. When he hit the back of your throat and you gagged you pulled off and started jerking him off, looking up at him, your hair still held back by his hand. 

“You’re such a gentleman Jisungie, holding my hair back for me while a choke on your cock.” You hummed and took him back into your mouth bobbing your head up and down sucking, drooling, and swirling your tongue around him. 

“It’s s-so good y/n feels... Oh FUCK!” Jisung was glad the studio was soundproof because he moaned out uncontrollably when you gagged on his dick again and continued to suck him off. The grip he had on your hair tightened a bit as you repeatedly took his cock to the back of your throat, squelching, spitting, and gagging on it with pleasure before pulling off and stroking him again, harder than before. 

“You’re being so good for me Sungie. Stand up.” He did as you said although on shaky legs since you were still firmly jerking him off. He looked down at you and thought he’d died and gone to heaven. You were kneeling in front of him, blushing, your chin covered in spit and precum giving him those sparkling doe eyes. 

“Okay Jisungie, fuck my face.”  

“Excuse me what...” You giggled a little, seeing you all messy and sweet then hearing that come from your mouth short circuited something in Jisung’s brain for a moment. You repeated. 

“I said choke me with your pretty cock, make me deep throat you, hold me down on your dick until I’m gasping for air, face fuck me Ji, be good and I'll let you cum wherever you want. 

Jisung twitched uncontrollably in your hand and he got a little sparkle in his eye. 

“A-anywhere?” He asked unbelieving and you nodded, kissing the tip of his dick softly again and again. 

“That’s right baby. Now, fuck. My. Face.” You took Jisung’s cock into your mouth again and started a good rhythm then Jisung started to gently thrust into your mouth testing the waters. When you hummed in pleasure he went a little harder. Your hands came up and grabbed his ass pushing him deeper into your throat still. Jisung got the hint and started fucking your throat harder and faster. The sound of your spit and gagging, you moaning around his cock, it all made Jisung feel so lightheaded. Jisung’s grip shifted and one of his hands cradled the back of your head as the other supported your jaw. Once he had his hold adjusted he really started jamming his dick into your throat. He pulled you off and tilted your head up to look at you. You were panting, a little sweaty, covered in spit and blushing. He shoved you back onto his cock, pinched your nose closed and pushed the back of your head down until your nose was buried into the soft spot above his cock. He made several shallow thrusts, drool dripped down his cock and balls as your throat constricted over and over again around the tip of his dick while you were struggled to breathe. Jisung looked down and realized you had one of your hands down your own pants riding and fucking yourself on your fingers as Jisung choked you with his cock. He pulled you off again and spit trailed from your fucked out face to the tip of his swollen red cock. You smirked up at him. 

“Where do you want to cum Jisungie? Hmm?” You started stroking him with your free hand, your other still teasing and rubbing your clit. He bit his lip and whispered embarrassed. 

“uhon your f...” You spit on his cock and started stroking him faster and harder. 

“Sorry Sungie I can’t hear you baby. Where do you want to come?” You sucked on the tip of his dick as you continued to stroke him fast and hard, your warm wet tongue teasing. You stopped playing with your pussy and started gently playing with his balls. 

“ON YOUR FACE! GOD PLEASE LET ME CUM ALL OVER YOUR PRETTY FUCKING FACE!” You spit on Jisung’s cock again and stroked him as fast as you could, two fingers from the hand playing with his balls followed a wet trail down until you were softly fingering his perineum. You aimed his dick at your face. 

“Do it Ji paint my face with your cum baby.” The strangled moan that came from Jisung as he came almost made you climax untouched. A thick stripe of cum shot across your lips and nose, another across your cheek and one eye, another across your nose and forehead, more across your other eye, it pooled in your puckered lips as more stripes of his cum shot across your face. Your hand had crept back down into your pants again and you rubbed your throbbing wet cunt as you started to lick at the cum dripping down your face. Jisung helped wipe you off and once your face was clean again you stood and slumped back on the couch your legs spread wide.  

“Look Sungie, you made such a mess.” Your hands trailed into your pants again and you played with your pussy. Jisung crawled on the floor on all fours and his face hovered over your warm cunt while you continued to tease and finger yourself. 

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“Come now Jisungie, clean up the mess you made baby.”  

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WHAT WAS I MADE FOR? - ETHAN LANDRY ✨

“Cause I, I don't know how to feel. But I wanna try. I don't know how to feel, but someday I might” - Billie Eilish

Content includes: Reader with depression, Ethan Fluff! Ethan helping you heal! Angst ig?

A/n: I’m so excited for the Barbie movie! I rlly wanted to write something with Billies song, just because she means so much to me! My first fanfic ever was a Billie one, it was horrible! Anyways, to anyone who feels stuck or in a slump just know you’ll be okay. There’s people who love and appreciate you even if you don’t feel it. I’ll always be here if any of you guys wanna talk! My request box is always open! ILY guys sm 💛

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You felt horrible. You had fallen into a deep hole that you couldn't get out of. You didn't even attempt to try. You missed many classes, your friends becoming concerned for you. You didn’t know what to do with life anymore. It had all collapsed down on you, you just couldn’t take it anymore.

You didn’t know your purpose in life. You were mentally stuck and you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t communicate your feelings because you didn’t understand them anymore.

You were happy, and you knew you could be happy again. You wanted to go back in time, fix everything and anything that went wrong. Just so you could save yourself from feeling this way.

Ethan Landry was the only one who could get you out of your slump. He knew exactly what to say, even if it didn’t always come out perfectly. “It’s okay…to feel like that. I mean you don’t always have to be perfect, Y/n. We love you for you” his shirt would soak up your tears, keeping you company as you cried. You felt safe with him. He didn’t judge or ignore you. He actually listened and gave his opinion on things. He was helping you heal and you didn’t know how. It was just Ethan being his usual self that helped you.

“Wanna go out on a drive?” Ethan stood at your room door with keys in hand, a baggy of your favorite snacks in the other. “Yea” your smile was brittle but it was still for him, and it made him melt every time you showed it.

“How’d you feel today?” You played with the strings of your hoodie, head laid back on the car seat. “Okay, I think? Sam and Tara were fighting all day, which made me annoyed. And then I was sad I think, or frustrated because they literally wouldn’t shut up” he was amazed at how trusting you were with him. You vocalized your feelings way better than before.

“I think I forgot how to be happy” a small frown was on your face, heavy bags under your eyes from lack of sleep. Ethan looked at you with concern, closing his laptop so all attention would be on you. “You can talk to me about whatever, okay…? I understand how you feel. I’ve been there before Y/n. It’s not easy to get out of but you can do it. I know you can” his words made you melt, providing comfort and warmth with each one.

You told him everything about yourself, he collected all the information and stored it in his heart. “Why were they fighting? I’m assuming Tara’s therapy?” “Mhm, she’s been acting different” you mumbled, your arm holding up your head as you looked out the window. The air blew through your hair, the warm New York air bringing you comfort.

“Can I take you somewhere?” You could tell he was nervous when he asked you. “Depends on where you’re taking me” “You’ll see” Next thing you knew he had you climbing up some sort of small mountain, taking a look at your surroundings once you got to the top. “The Hollywood sign? Real original, Landry” he smiled as you teased him, sitting down on the dead grass below.

“I like it up here. You can see everything” Your head rested on his shoulder, Ethan placing his jacket around you. He was blushing as you looked up at him, a thankful expression on your face. “How long have you been coming here for?” “Maybe a year now, since we started talking” Your curiosity got the best of you, having to ask why.

“I needed to like…I guess remember you. How pretty you are and…uh, stuff” You held back a giggle, watching as he stumbled over his words. “Cause you know! The view from here is so pretty…it’s pretty. Like you” he cleared his throat, thankful that the lights were off. If they were on you would’ve been able to see his red face, embarrassed at what he has just told you.

You found it so cute, pushing yourself closer to him, his arm gently wrapping around your waist. “Thanks, Eth, for everything. You’ve helped me so much…I” you held back on your words. You knew it was weird, to confess your love to him. Especially now, you had found someone who understood every part of you and you didn’t wanna risk getting that taken away.

“You…you what?” He gulped and you shook your head, trying to avoid the question. “Oh come on Y/n, you have to tell me now” “I can’t, it’s weird” he knew nothing you could say was weird. Even if it was a little, he would still validate you with his opinion.

“Just tell me” You shook your head, hiding your smile in his chest. “Okay, how about this? I’ll tell you something first?” “Okay, but it’s probably not as weird as my thing” he scoffed, his nose taking in the soft scent of your shampoo.

The silence killed you, even if it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. Your heart pounded harder with each second that went by, hoping it was the same thing you wanted to say. “I love you, Y/n. I know I do” his eyes were closed tightly, looking at him in amusement.

"You do?" "Yea, I'm sorry" A scoff fell from your lips, pulling him by his collar down to yours. He followed your rhythm, lips latching on perfectly to each other. He tasted so sweet, and gentle. like his personality.

"I love you too" he scanned your face with a smile, grabbing your jaw gently before taking you in for another kiss. "How do you feel now?" you bit back your lip, holding a smile. "I'm happy Eth, you make me happy"

“Think I forgot, how to be happy. Something I’m not, but something I can be. Something I wait for, what was I made for?” - Billie Eilish <33

[neverlookatthisblog]

Out of focus

Summery: Jack noticed that you were out of it so he got you a surprise to comfort you

There might be some grammar errors I’ll fix them eventually 💀

I honestly would like to know this dogs name I definitely think it’s a girl 🙃

Fluff

Lately you’ve been so out of it finding yourself spacing out it got so bad to the point where Jack started noticing this

He couldn’t help but so concerned but every time he would ask you if you were okay you would just say “yea I’m fine!” He knew that you weren’t usually he’d like to give you some space so you could have time to yourself

He couldn’t help but feel bad for you were struggling a lot not just mentally but physically

He knew if he would keep asking you

You’d probably just say the same things

Wanting to convince yourself and others around you that you were fine,you knew that it would keep getting worse

“I’ll be back later to check on you” Jack said giving you a peck on the lips

While Jack was at the studio you had some alone time you wish that you would’ve gotten up to do something but you just laid in bed all day

You sighed finally deciding to get up looking around you decided to wash the dishes since it was your turn anyways

While cleaning you heard the door open meaning Jack was home you heard lots of movement in the living room finishing up the dishes you curiously made your way to the living room

Jack hiding the puppy she did a soft bark making him shush her

“You gotta be quiet so I can surprise your new mommy” he said talking to the dog the dog just tilted its head

He heard you coming quickly closing the bedroom he grabbed all the bags pretending like he had stuff to put down

“Here let me help you” you suggested trying to help him

“Nah I got it” but Jack wouldn’t let you

“What’s all this stuff for anyways” you asked

“It’s a surprise go sit on the couch and close your eyes” he said sounding so excited making you laugh a bit

You heard Jack go to your guys room to get something he quickly came back

“Jack can you hurry up i have a show to watch” you said getting impatient

“Give me a sec just sit there for a couple more minutes” you huffed

“Now I’ve noticed lately that you’ve on another planet spacing out so I decided to pick something up a little extra” he said Jack placed the dog on your lap lightly

“Jack what the hell is that” you questioned

“You can go ahead and open your eyes now” he said standing there proudly

Moving your hands that were covering your face you look down to see a cute curly little brown dog

“Omg” said a little surprised

The dog sniffed around you getting to know you if one thing was for sure was that this dog was very calm not jumping around she made sure to make herself comfortable on your lap

“I can’t believe you got me a puppy” you said beginning to tear up a bit you had been so drained emotionally and physically Jack knew that taking his time with you

“I know it’s only temporary but I hope this makes you feel better atleast for the most part” he said you smiled

“It does thank you Jack” you said kissing him on the cheek

“You don’t have to thank me I know I’m the best boyfriend ever” he said making your smile fade

“Alright now don’t start getting cocky” you said making the both of you laugh

You spent time getting to know the dog playing with her it definitely was the perfect distraction for you right now

[ts1mp0ne]

More dad Kylian x wife reader where he has twin daughters and his just outnumber by girls In the family, and also them maybe visiting the rest of the Mbappe’s

.𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!kylian mbappe x reader

.𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Kylian is a girl dad

.𝑪𝑾: Fluff

.𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Heyy my loves, first imagine of 2023 happy new year, I have many requests in my inbox trust me I saw all of the requests, I’ll try to work on them asap as soon as I can also bcs some requests are very specific and I need time to think a lot on what I’m going to write I’m not trying to rush, anyways hope you enjoy this

It was a busy day at the Mbappe household, I mean everyday it’s a busy day specially when you have 3 girls

When y/n and Kylian were pregnant for the first time everyone thought it’d be a boy, specially since for the Mbappe every first born is a boy, but this time it was different, but they were still very happy, Kylian was very excited to be a ‘dad girl’

When their first daughter ‘Kelila Mbappe’ was born, it was obvious that she was a daddy’s girl. Every time he would leave for games she would cry all the time and have trouble sleeping until she heard his voice

Sometimes you would be jealous, your daughter was stealing your husband from you, but you let it slide because you loved them both

Then your second and third daughters came along ‘Kaori’ and ‘Kalina’ like their older sister, they were also really close to their dad, and just like him they loved football

“Kyky are they ready” you asked him while walking up the stairs with your older daughter who was ready to go to her grandparents house, they were going to a family reunion

“Yea I’m just helping Kaori find her bracelet” replied back your husband peaking from Kaori’s room

“Alright, is Kalina awake now” your younger daughter who was 1 year old had slept the whole morning after she kept you two awake for the whole night

“Yes she’s here with us she’s all ready” she was wearing a maroon outfit, meanwhile your two eldest were basically matching too, me and Kylian also decided to match with out princesses

I went into Kaori’s room to find my two daughters playing in the bed while my husband was still looking for the bracelet. “Kaori do you really need to wear the bracelet, I could just lend you one of mine” my oldest daughter said, she really wanted to leave but her sister really didn’t want to go without her bracelet

My daughter sight and said “no need it’s okay daddy we can find it another day” she said in a little voice “I want to see Isaiah and Lana I miss them” she said getting up from her bed, I’d say my daughter is mature for a 4yo but sometimes she really liked to act like a baby mostly because she would sometimes get jealous of her baby sister

“Okay we really have to go now, your mom is calling me” I told Kylian while leaving my daughter’s room going downstairs and opening the front door, my husband came downstairs with our two daughters being carried by him “ok i will put Kalina in her chair, Kaori and Kelina please enter the car”

“Oui maman(yes mom)” they both answered as they entered the car

Soon my husband found himself behind the wheel after putting everything in the back

We started out journey to the Mbappé household, we were listening to Tayc,(my favourite French singer😩) Kylian placed his hand on my thigh, while humming to another one of his songs while occasionally looking at me with a smile

Just reminds me how much I love him and how much we’ve been through together

Me and Kyky met a long time, we both lived in Bondy in the same neighbour, our parents were friends and for as long as I remember, I’ve always been in love with him

I would always go to his parent’s house and vice versa my parents loved him and according to him his parents loved me too

We started dating when we were 15 and got married soon at the age of 19, best decision we could ever make, everything that happened after that is history leading to where we are now

I’ll always be proud of him, I’ve always been his biggest supporter along side with his parents and siblings, I knew he would make it, even tho we had complications after he left for Monaco, we still made it work, I’d always have time to go and watch his matches and show him my support

“Mon amour” I heard him say to me, I looked up and he asked “are you okay?”

“Oui yea I’m good just thinking, can’t wait to see your family I mean our family” I said back smiling at him and he smiled back taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it

Skip to when you arrive

So we arrived at their house, and our two eldest went running to the doorstep to ring the bell, as soon as Fayza opened the door the two little girls jumped on her and started pampering her in kisses then went inside while Fayza waited for us by the door

“Salute maman” I said to Fayza as I walked up to her, she smiled and hugged me

“Salute ma fille, you look so beautiful, how have you been, has my son been treating you and the girls right” she asked as she broke the hug but continued holding your hand

“As always maman vous n'avez pas besoin de vous inquiéter(you don’t need to worry), we have been okay the girls have been well behaved so has Kyky” you both giggled as Kylian approached you both

“Arrête de se moquer de moi(stop making fun of me)” he said as he went and gave his mom a kiss and handed her Kalina “how are you maman” he asked as he hugged me from behind

“You know I’ve been good just missed you guys, come on Jires and Melissa are already inside with the kids” she said as we all entered the house

We went inside and this was definitely a family reunion, I saw my two daughters already playing with Isayah and Lena in the backyard which was very well decorated

Me and Kylian greeted everyone then we went our separate ways, I went to talk to Melissa and Fayza while he went to talk to his father and older brother, Ethan was busy playing fifa but he did come now and then to talk for a big and play with the kids

Then it was time to eat and we all went to the table, I was sitting next to Kyky with Kalina on my lap since she needed help to eat, the adults were talking about everything when the topic of kids came up

“So Kyks and y/n when are you finally having a little boy for Isayah to play with” Wilfred asked us then everyone turned to us

“Well we’ll have to wait another 3 months to figure that out” Kylian said while holding my hand and looking at me smiling

“Omg congratulations” everyone started cheering and asking questions when was I due how long we had know about it and everything like that, the kids knew about it they’re just good at keep secrets

After we all settled down we started eating and making small talk it was nice

Then me and Kylian went back outside to have some alone time while the kids were inside with their cousin

I sat on his lap as he hugged my waist, we were just looking at the stars

“Are you happy” I asked him out of the blue, I don’t think he heard me because he looked at me confused so I repeated “are you happy with you life rn”

“Of course I am mon amour” he replied and kissed my temple, I smiled and looked at him “I am very happy that I have you and our kids our three beautiful girls”

“That look exactly like you” I said and we both laughed “your genes are very strong”

“Yes they are, I hope this next one looks like you tho” he said and I got shy so I hid in his neck, he laughed and made me look at him

“I always wanted my baby to have your eyes, thank you for putting up with me, for encouraging and believing in me in times that even I didn’t believe in, and thank you for giving me our family our beautiful family I couldn’t have been more grateful, I couldn’t have asked for a better wife” he said all this while making eye contact with me

I was a crying mess atp but it was the hormones I swear

We both hugged and then we kissed, I love my husband, have I ever told you that

“Thank you for loving me and our children, we couldn’t have asked for a better dad” I said and kissed him again “I hope we have a boy this time, I also need a momma’s boy” I smiled and he smiled back

After that we continued talking about our future and the future baby

Skip to a few months later, specifically 7 months later

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y/n.mbappe Bienvenue dans le monde Kyson Mbappé (welcome to the world)

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Authors notes: so hey again guys, literally spent the whole day writing this, would’ve posted earlier but I accidentally deleted everything so I had to rewrite😭 I hope this is okay for the person that requested hope this is what you were expecting

[stxuxrniolochris]

fake dating p5- Chris Sturniolo

p1 p2 p3 p4

slow burn ( i think ), your both seniors(18), also i live in Ireland so idk how American like years in school works so just go with it, use of y/n, half based on to all the boys I’ve loved before but not really, highschool!chris

Summary ~~you both need to get peoples attention but you might just end up catching eachothers~~

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y/n pov

‘How do you tell your best friend you can’t keep fake dating him because you’re scared you’ve developed actual feelings for him and don’t want to just fake it anymore. You can’t. So you fake break up with them.’

Ever since this conversation with Chris he’s been begging me to keep going. I just couldn’t understand why he wanted to so bad. He got Amelias attention back so what’s the point? Every time I ask why he just shrugs it off and says “I need more time” - like what.

I walk into English and sit myself down beside Chris. He gives me a soft smile and kisses me on the cheek, my face heats up. I need to stop this before it gets too deep. I can’t ruin are friendship over having feelings for him when I know he doesn’t like me back.

I look up at ameila who’s sitting near the top of the class. My eyes trail to her ponytail. My face drops. The scrunchie I wear is everyday in her hair. The one I told him to keep safe. He gave to her. I feel his eyes on mine so I look back, he has a look of guilt in his face.

A few silent minutes pass by. “I’m sorry.” Chris whispers. “Huh” - he exhaled deeply. “I’m sorry I let her take your scrunchie.” Oh yea. That.

“You didn’t let her take it Chris, you gave it to her. And It’s fine I don’t care, it’s just a hair tie.” I sigh. We only share small talk the rest of the class.

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It’s lunch and Chris finally decided we could go back to our friend’s table. I liked sitting alone with him but I also missed lunch with all my friends. We laughed the whole time. I’d forgotten about the whole ‘inlove with my best friend’ thing. Honestly I I barely talked to Chris the rest of the day.

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Chris pov

I just got home and I can’t stop thinking about the look on y/ns face when she saw the scrunchie. I feel terrible, i totally forgot she had taken it at the party. She said it’s fine but I know she loves the little things so I knew this was big to her. I get off my bed and walk to matts room, knowing he would have a better idea of what to do than me.

“Come in.” Matt shouts after me knocking on his door for like 5 minutes straight. “What’s up?” He looks up from his game he was playing at his desk. I invite myself to sit on his bed and plop myself down. “I don’t really know.” I admit. “Well then I can’t really help you.” He shrugs. I sigh, “Well it’s y/n. I mean it’s not her it’s me. It’s all just confusing me lately, like I was so sure it’s Amelia who I wanted but the more time I spend with y/n the more I think it might be her. But I can’t say that because I can’t lose are friendship. And she keeps trying to stop the fake dating thing but I can’t go back to being just friends with her. I’ll go insane. And now I’m pretty sure she’s mad at me because i accidentally let Ams take her favourite scrunchie and she barely talked to me after it . And don’t get me wrong I care about Amelia so much still but y/n makes me happy I feel excited to see her, you know?” I rant, telling Matt but also half telling myself.

He just looks at me with raised eyebrows. “Say something please.” I say nervous of how he’s reacting. “Well…” he starts. “I kind of knew you atleast liked y/n like that a little bit, but I think you need to just be honest. You can’t string her along because you’re scared of just being friends with her. And you too are close, even if she doesn’t feel the same you’ll find a way out of it. But she deserves to know, and get her scrunchie back.” He says. I nod slowly. Maybe I should tell her. “But what if she gets weirded out and thinks I’m a creep.” I ask genuinely, but Matt laughs at it. “Chris cmon you’re not a random guy, you’re bestfriends.”

I walk out the house 10 minutes after this. He’s right I need to tell y/n. I’m going in the direction of y/ns house, but I need to do things right. So I take a slight detour before going to her house.

I’m stood in front of Amelia’s house. I take a deep breath before raising my hand to knock on the door. After a few moments she opens the door. “Chris?” She asked confused. I’m silent for a moment not knowing how to go about this. “What your here to beg for me back?” She smirks. My jaw clenches at her cockiness. “No actually… I wanted to come here to say that it’s completely done. I know we’ve been broken up for a while but we can’t keep texting or calling or talking in school. I’m really done with this now.” I explain. She lifts an eyebrow. “Come on Chris it’s fine.” She smiles putting a hand on my shoulder. But I step back letting it fall. “No it’s not. I really like y/n and I’m not going to ruin that. Now give me her hair tie back.” I say with a blank face. She scoffs “If you say so.” And takes the scrunchie out of she hair and handing it to me. “Bye Ameila.” I say and walking away.

People always say that getting over your first love is the hardest. So I thought Amelia would be hard to let go, but I’m realising that y/n was my first love in a way. I loved her first. I was never in a relationship with her, but I loved her first.

Now I’m stood outside my best friends house on Friday night, not knowing what’s about to go down. I take a deep breath, maybe 2 or 3 before knocking on the door. Nervous.

After a short moment she opens it. “Chris?” This is it. I’m telling my best friend I’m in love with them. I’m telling y/n I’m in love with her.

a/n: bit of a cliff hanger sorry

[theastrical]

yesterday exist; so does today

Alzheimer is a hastle to deal with, you know this well, after all you’ve been here since the day you graduated nursing school, yet you’re still working in the central care centre for the paycheck. You know you shouldn’t have involved yourself in the matter of patients, realising it would emotionally torture you till you retire.

kaeya & fem!reader (platonic relationship)

implied major character death, mentions of suicide, heavy angst, comfort/hurt

note: hmmm honestly i don’t really know what i write since i write this out of boredom..AO3 LINK

“Kaeya Alberich, age 35. Current symptoms, memory loss and confusion.” same old thing again and again, writing down the patient’s data and insert it into sheets for the centres “transparency”, interacting with them and leave them to the hands of the doctors until they finally meet death years later. you read the data that was preserved on your desk and you gave off a long sigh, just like another day, a patient’s data worth of nothing on your hands are waiting to be checked by you.

The writing was messy, like an old calligraphy, the patient placed the picture quite asymmetrically, he also seemed to have slipped down several documents which you also have to read. Some of it written as “confidential, only medical teams and legal experts can access”. Finally, something to stick your nose into that makes this job at the very least, interesting.

“hey you look like you wanna bleach your own eyeballs, what’s up, new patient?”

you got caught up by one of your closest colleagues, jumped through the words, your voice all hoarse from the lack of water you consumed. “Yea, he gave me these documents that probably cost me half an hour to read…”, the americano you bought almost gone, making you to give a longer sigh.

“don’t bother buying another coffee, your shift is almost done.” , your colleague implies after your words.

“Hmm…okay.”, muttering the words. Your eyes widened by the data he had registered over himself.

“It’s been a while since we’ve gotten a patient who registered themself over their own name instead of a legal guardian, right?” , you asked your colleague, who seemingly has no life inside his eyes.

“hm? yeah, in fact, i’ve only gotten two people who registered themself here, two of them are old folks without a family…their death made me mentally drained, i miss them both.”

“fuck”, you curse with a voice that now seems to have a slight regret on it. “What?”, he replied. “He’s not even old enough to register himself in this centre”, “how old is he?”, your colleague asked out of curiosity, since this sort of cases can make your mind all rounded, he’s young, so why bother admit himself in this death row…”thirty five, 7 more months to thirty six”. “our age, is it not?”, he replied while moving his chair to your desk, now interested. “based on how he write his data, the symptoms are already chronic.”, you mutter, observing every of the information while your colleague looking through his diagnosis.

“goodluck taking care of him”, your colleague pat your back.

and just like that, you know you’re going to face the most emotional phase you’ve ever had in this hell-hole workplace.

By Saturday, you met the man. His eyes are sharp, rigid and bold, hue blue that never to be seen before, and believe it or not, he looks like he came out of a fictional series. His eye-bags are visible and his hair all tangled up from the braid he made by himself, allegedly. “Goodmorning, am i talking to Mr. Kaeya Alberich?” , he fidget his fingers over his cardigan, playing with the cloth that he worn just to avoid any of his hallucination and confusion. I know that means he’s uncomfortable with the surrounding or maybe his own existence…”yes..”, his voice sounds like a chirping crows, hoarse and deep, yet soothing to hear.

“Sorry, i have to ask, why am i here..?”, oh my, it already seems like he’s already losing his sense.

you take his confidential papers and explain it to him, all patient and prepared to have him lose his mind, you explain it with a voice that made his ears able to accept it just by a slight mutter, “mr. Alberich, the papers say that you choose this centre so you can go through your daily life without worrying of improper death. Hence you’re here to retrieve the deal, to have yourself admitted in here.”, he looks at you with confusion, but suddenly he changed his thought and his once-reaction flew from that face of his. “Oh? Hahaha! Is that why i’m here? Because of myself?? Oh funny! I haven’t write that one on my notes! Maybe i have to after this!!”, his laugh sounds sarcastic, it makes you uncomfortable…but alzheimer patients are always like this, they can’t control what they currently suffer from and you’re the one to take care of em.

“anything else would you like me to explain?”

“quick question, what’s your name?”

“[name]”…you seem to have doubt his question, whatever he needs from you to ask your name? This is weird.

“nice to meet you, would you mind taking care of me while being my friend?”

“you don’t have one sir?”, shit, i dropped the bomb.

“i have one, but we…i-…i forgot haha..”

it’s expected, his scan was something out of the ordinary, it’s no use trying to avoid the worst case scenario, it’s already in front of him.

“mr. Alberich, i would love to dis—“

“s-sorry can i have some water first..? I forgot to bring my water bottle from my apartment..”

you nod and brought him a cup of water, you start to inhale the air around you. “So..can we start our discussion? If so, may i ask you to fill out of these forms for me, if you’re unable to, we can ask your legal guardian or…”

“i’m sorry uh…i-i don’t remember my legal supervisor or guardian…” he stops at his track, probably going all confused from the lack of context his brain has dismay for him. “may i ask wether you can help me fill this out based on the…i-i don’t remember the registration i made sorry… but can you fill out based on those..?”

“It’s fine i understand…let me accompany you to the doctor’s office, how does that sound? I’ll inform the doctor about your details after the check ups…since this is a u—“

“doctor’s office..? I thought this is a library..? I must’ve gotten lost…i should borrow the book to write an essay for the professor oh shit..?! N-nurse?!! Wh-why did—“

suddenly your colleague barge in to the conversation to help you with this patient you’re handling, a rare cause that can’t be helped by a normal being.

“Sir, please calm down. This is Alzheimer medical centre, the papers say that today you’re being admitted to this ward for the sake of your own self, so please don’t act rash. We’re here to help you.”

he calmed down before tears run out from his eyes. Typical symptoms of Alzheimer patients are their intense change of emotions, it’s hard to deal with since you don’t know either if they’re going to stay sad, happy, or angry, or just…neither? You don’t know, even your colleague can’t read them.

you pat his back, “sir, how about you talk to the doctor first and we can discuss about the next matters soon? Will that be easier for you?”, your voice sounds genuine, this is the first time though. This man ticks your heart to feel such an empathetic move, it doesn’t make sense, since you never feel the need to feel them too.

“…sure…i’m getting insane….please help me nurse….f-fuck i don’t even remember your name…”, he chuckles after that insane remark he just made. “o-okay, l-let’s just go…make sure that i won’t die before my birthday…please..?” Is that his last wish? If it is…then sure, i’ll make sure tomorrow and today exist for him. I can always do that but…why now? Why him? Shit whatever happened to the promise i made to myself?

“okay. I will.” i smiled, shit, i’m not even that good on keeping promise to myself. I just broke it now…and i’m currently lying too. What if he expect so much?

he’ll just forget it, i’m sure of that.

but then the guilt? No…no, i don’t even want to think about it anymore.

everyday, you would visit him, in that small room, the aroma-therapy you had set for him was quite of…soothing and pleasant, you’ve always put some aromatherapy on the side of chronically ill patients just for them to remember that they’re currently living on reality, for them to remember that…they’re currently still going on with their life and that’s fine, it’s hard enough to survive, to wake up. Kaeya seems to have knew this well, after all, he would always greet you with a smile, a ghostly smile. He would always talk to you, trying his best to train his vocal, sometimes there’s hole inside his conversation, but that’s okay, he tried to stick in the present and not in the future. That’s enough for you to know that kaeya still has the energy to keep on living.

he’s surviving…all he had is this room, his clothes, and himself. No, not even himself. He doesn’t even know the existence of himself. Maybe i’m the replacement of that blank space across his memory? Yeah that’s what a nurse supposed to be, right?

he had always stare at the window when you passed through the hall of the ward, almost like he had lost his senses over that spot. Sometimes you would hear him mutter…”don’t…jump.” to the window, his tears coming through his eyes, and his hands are shaking. It was terrifying, at first. He would get near the window while his eyes are all watery and he doesn’t seem to realise his own movement.

“hey…stay alive…”

“hey…hey….i’m here…”

“why did you jump…?” , this exact sentence hasn’t been told before. Thus, made you jump into conclusions…

after what happens to be an hour after that mutters he made inside the room, you went to check on him. He’s on the couch, reading his own essay. The handwriting almost unreadable, the essay was long, confusing, and…the papers are all scraped.

“Hey…mom?”, shit, it’s only been a month since he was admitted here. The scan told me that his progress is fast and horrid…yet this one is too much.

you continue the act, that’s what you’ve been told and what you’ve learned. “yes kaeya..?” .

“mom, an insane person leave this paper inside this house…can we stop…renting this place..? It’s dangerous right? Can we leave mom..? I’m scared…i’m so scared mom.” he nudge on your clothes and start to hug your arm.

“n-no sweetie…there’s no such as an “insane person”. Now…how about we eat our food first to keep you healthy from being hunted by the ghost..?” This would be a good way to communicate with kaeya…you thought. Sihce he’s slowly losing touch, it’s better for him to dream, after all…he wants to survive this until his birthday, right…?

you served him the food…it’s not the best one, yet it already made kaeya hungry. Though, suddenly he loses his reconnection to his hallucinations once more..

when he look at you again, his face turns into a confusion…he smiles politely, “s-sorry uh…i remember meeting my mother…uhm…might i ask if you know where is she and…who are you?”

“I’m [name]…and you must be kaeya right? Your mother asked me to have you here.” You lied, so whatever you would say can never shocked him nonetheless.

“o-oh i see…but mother has died…just a few days ago…she jumps from that balcony…” he points out to the window, there’s no balcony, he’s hallucinating that he is on his house now. “well..at least i know mom left me with a new friend…right, [name]..?”, you gulp, yet you just smile and nod. You know this is the only way he can connect to the world…

“kaeya?”

“….who’s kaeya?”, he asked you. His eyes wander. Then it meet yours. He holds your hands, securely. “I wanna know kaeya…i’m…yaya…mother told me i’m yaya so i’m yaya..”

“somebody i know, you’re interested?”, you teased him, your voice brightful, chuckling at the way he seems so interested at the man she would call his past, sugarcoating the man you see before you. It has been 2 in a half month since he was admitted here, tomorrow is already the third month.

“is he…smart?”, that’s the first thing he asked. He’s presenting your image as a maid that has the same as his. His hallucination seems to touch the corner of his past..

“no he’s dumb…he doesn’t remember my name.”

you told him and he immediately scoffs..”hmph! Then why do you talk about him, i don’t like dumb folks.” He must be a brat back when he was a kid huh?

“Nothing, just feels like it.”

“then you’re quite of dumb for thinking and talking about him..he probably doesn’t remember you. So abandon him!” his hallucinations are actually right, he doesn’t remember you and you’ve been trying your best to make sure that even when everything goes bad…he still has the chance to live.

because…you can see yourself in this position. Helpless, nobody, and lonely. The emotional relation that connects you both are intense and unintentional. Yet you kept on trying to make sure, the part of you that he has in him…is enough to keep him living. Since, all you wanted is to see another version of the person you want to be..alive. You read the confidential paper on your desk once more, the one where he slip over his registration papers after you leave him all alone inside his room.

“This hasn’t been legally acclaimed and i just like to have this piece of information slip through the files you guys have of me by now. i have read several of information about this disease, i know that i can die just by being there or here, but there are somethings i like to share about my life. Something that would probably remind you when you see me through this illness, hallucination or memory loss, or both, maybe you can correlate those with my story. My mother committed when i turned 15, that was her present for me…she loathe me, she think of me as a burden for not being the one who’s sick enough to die just like my adoptive brother, diluc. So when she die…i thought i also have to die. After all, i have nobody, my father was away and i’m just his adoptive son, whatever have i done to this family? So…in my early adulthood, i develop a chronic memory loss due to trauma, as per my psychiatrist mentioned. It was…alright, at first. But then..at the age of 30, it becomes some-what more like a delusional. I know it wasn’t right so i decided to check myself at this age, 35, when i barely even remember what is my name without my phone reminding me who i am again and again. I wanna die…i can’t help but to live off the guilt i didn’t even made. So please…my only last wish is to die at the age of 36…just like the age of my late mother. Alzheimer is my karma and i wish, for all of you, to repent my sins…just like what i intend to do.”

“I’m sorry for putting so much pressure on all of you, but i assure…this is what i intend to do for the sake of the guilt that drive me insane everyday.”

I realise that He’s a suicidal bastard who’s unlucky, i’m trying…i’m trying so hard so he can live and survive another day. ‘Cus i…i can let somebody as young as kaeya to die and rot in a bed that every patient left with silence in their heart. Cus i can’t let somebody who always smile at me for giving them survival chance to die. His instinct says that he wants to live, so why bother reminding him of this. I’ll just follow his hallucination…until he finally know that he lives and he has to. So please…don’t remember your last wish, just remember that…the day you die, is the day you wish to rest forever.

So kaeya, remember that i’m here, for you to live, until you’re exhausted.

At the fourth month, he lost half of his memory of his adulthood.

At the fifth month, he lost his mobility. Limiting his speech and whatever he usually do daily…is nothing.

i kept trying, i kept on trying…so he wouldn’t remember his last wish. I want to change his course. Cause tomorrow and today still can be change, it still exist the way it is.

10 days before his birthday, you nag on him. Telling him a delusional story you made out of his hallucination for the past months. You’ll pretend to be his mother, his brother, and everything…convincing kaeya to survive. His muscle memory reacted, positively, just like what you expected. After all, you’re trying your best…to make sure that this man last longer than his initial death, cause he deserve one last chance that Alzheimer cannot give to him.

“kaeya…mother is proud of you for reaching this far.”, you mutter to his ears…it perks up. His head wants to move to the direction of your eyes.

“kaeya…you’re doing great…don’t give up now, it’s almost your birthday, maybe let’s have a party with diluc too? He enjoys being with you too, you know?” , his muscle picks up that words and smile slowly.

“kaeya…what do you wish for..? I’m sorry that i can’t be the best mother…that’s what you asked for right..? A present mother..?”,

“Then…survive this week…next week…and more months to come. You deserve a chance to live and see more of the world..” you recreate the words he helplessly crave, so kaeya….with all of his might, able to live, able to regain his purpose in life, to have his guilt all weakened, to the point that he decided to…live for another day. It seems evil, indeed, it is evil, but that’s what he needs…kaeya deserves to live unlike those old fucks that has no manners, kaeya is only a child in adult’s body…

he wants to live, but he can’t…right?

“kaeya…happy birthday….” , you mutter the words perfectly. You pronounce the words as if you’ve already excelled your ways to imitate kaeya’s mother for him. If it’s sympathy, why are you being so kind..? If it’s empathy, why does it matter if he’s alive or not? Because at the end of the day, you find yourself in that piece of him, a kid in a grown up body, and you wish to have somebody like you…live another day, just like you.

he cried. somehow…his tears shows his pain…his past…and everything. Despite the delusion you’re feeding him with, he still holds onto the hope of another day where he can hear his mother’s forgiveness.

his tears was falling rapidly while his eyes are all shining…finally, you sighed. There’s a hint of survival in his eyes once more and it made you…proud, even when you’re not a thing to them.

he survived 36…and i hope i survived 67 too. It’s nice to know that you’re my last patient, kaeya…let’s chat again, i know you would love to hear my story…even when you don’t remember my name any longer.

you put the flower on his memorial space.

from “nurse [name], have a happy reunion with your family.”

taglist: @dailypenpen , @daydreaming-paradies

[broken-freedom]

• that blind date •

Eren X Reader 

Word count: 6.6k 

TW:  Semi-public teasing - Oral sex (f → receiving) - Fingering - Use of toys -Edging - Hints of pegging - Unprotected penetrative sex - Anal - Double penetration - Creampie and Cum play if you squint. 

A/N: I don't know how I ended up writing all this, I just wanted is to write a switch. Also, this is not proofread don't come at me T.T

With a low husky voice he asks “remember what the safe word is?” …

You stare at his full blown pupils, a faint trace of green is left in them from how much anticipation is boiling inside of him. 

“Yea … it’s red” you answer him, almost whispering and grabbing tighter at his wrist that he is using to hold your thigh close to his chest. 

He leans forward staring down at your face with a smirk blasted on his face, then moves his head to the side to whisper in your ear, hot breathing tickling your skin making you shiver at the sensation “good girl, don’t forget that, ok?”.

He gets back up getting ready to start what he plans to do with you, grabbing back the strap-on with the hand that wasn’t holding your thigh, “see, having this around is dangerous, but wanting to use it on me is even worse baby. You are about to know why in just a few moments” … 

He hugs your thigh close to his chest and moves his hand to grab the lube bottle  pouring an enough amount of the sticky liquid on the strap-on, coating it fully with. Your whole body jolts when you feel his cold finger coated with lube being pressed against your tight hole, the sensation is strange when his finger massages the area in circle motions then starts to slowly push it inside. Little by little, you are being stretched out by his digit, and when he feels no resistance he adds another, then starts to scissor his fingers fully preparing you on what he wants to do with you. You gasp at the loss of sensation when he pulls his fingers out only to replace them with the rubber head of the strap-on slowly pushing it past your walls to help you adjust to the size of the hot pink rubber cock. You feel tears filling up your eyes and you are drowning in this new sensation. Then it hits you and you realize something “W- wait Eren this is the wrong hole!”. He answers you with a smirk and pushes the strap-on further inside “oh? is that so?” Your eyes widen but you are even more excited now. This is not what you had in mind at all. You wanted to be in control, hell you had all control but when did you lose it? Yea, that’s right you lost control the moment you walked inside your apartment with Eren trailing behind you an hour ago…

xXx

“He is the sweetest guy. I’ve known him since we were literal children and he always looked after us. He is ummm passionate I will say, but so sweet. You won’t regret it I promise!” Sasha said one last time trying to convince you to go out on a so-called date. You looked at her with a raised brow “fine! But one shot is all I’m giving you and you are never to set me up with random guys ever again!” She nodded a few times more than necessary, excited that she succeeded in convincing you to go out with her friend.It has been months since your ex shocked you saying that he wanted to break things with you. You thought you two were doing well until one day he came to you saying he got an offer in another city and he didn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship. You were so confused and had no idea what made him change instantly. But it does not matter, does it? You would never beg someone to stay in your life. Instead, you chose to go with the option of focusing on yourself, your career, and your friends.

Do you want to try dating again? No. Will Sasha leave you alone tho? That would never happen as long as you are single. “You need to get laid, woman!” is what she tells you every time you talk about being frustrated. And she has a point, you can’t connect with a toy no matter how good it makes you feel or how many times it can make you reach your climax. And you are not the person who would hookup with random guys. It was when Sasha suddenly started nagging you about going out with her friend from childhood. She mentioned him briefly to you during your college years but never again, until you became single. It seems like he was away in another country seeking a degree and now he is back. No harm in trying, right? You’ll have something to do instead of watching your favorite show for the millionth time and stuffing your face with ice cream, plus you’ll get Sasha off your back.

So you found yourself getting ready on a Saturday night, and for some reason you decided to go all out. You haven’t done this in a while so you just might woo the guy right? He was taking you to a fancy restaurant so dressing up is the least you can do. Now you didn't understand why Sasha wouldn’t show you a picture of him. “It takes away the surprise element if you already know what he looks like!” what a torture! You checked your outfit one last time at the full length mirror, and sprayed Coco Chanel on you. You are dressed in an off shoulder red dress hugging your figure in all the correct places showing off an enough amount of your cleavage without being too sluty. The slit in the dress stopped at the beginning of your thigh adding a little more spice to this dress and giving you more room to walk your legs. A black pump heels adored your feet with a silver anklet matching the silver simple jewelry around your neck and wrist. Styled your hair in curls and fixed the bangs on your forehead to complete the look. You nodded in agreement on how you look and headed out of the apartment with the only cue to your date that he is going to be weaning a red necktie.

You eyed the exterior of the restaurant in awe. Why would your date, blind date, be in such an expensive place? A blind date in a place like this didn’t make sense at all? The honk behind you broke the train of thoughts that was running full speed inside your brain. “Text me if you need anything!” Sasha shouted through the rolled down window. You turned around with a worried look: “This doesn’t seem right Sasha this place is expensive!” You pleaded with your eyes. “Look, there is nothing to worry about, you are in safe hands I promise!, and if anything happens I will be close by just text me and I will come to your rescue. Now go! Don’t make him wait longer, he texted me saying that he got here a few minutes ago.”

You took a deep breath to steady your heart beats and proceeded to the restaurant's entrance. The doorman was waiting for you and held the door open so you could come inside, greeting you professionally. The moment your eyes landed on your date after you told the server your name to take you to him was the moment you realized why Sasha insisted on showing you no pictures. You did not expect him to be this handsome at all. Big eyes with long eyelashes, thick eyebrows, sharp nose and plump lips that appear to be so soft, sharp jaws that add masculinity to his beauty. His brown hair was slicked back perfectly and your wild thoughts ran a few ways that you can mess that up. He is dressed in a nice black suit with the red necktie confirming that he is your date, which he kept adjusting every two seconds. You took your time studying his movements from where he could not see you, and noticed his constant hand movements. He did play with the hem of his jacket too many times, looked at his wrist watch too many times, and rubbed at his temple too many times for the short time you were admiring his beauty from afar. “Is he nervous? Oh this is going to be fun” you thought to yourself forcing yourself to start walking towards the table that he is seated on. 

When you came closer to the table and introduced yourself, he shot up standing pumping his knee hard on the table in front of him. His eyes involuntarily went down to your chest engraving the way your dress hugged your figure in his brain before they shot back up to your face. He took your hand in his gently shaking it. “I am Eren, Sasha told me so much about you, please allow me” while he circled the table to get your seat for you, helping you sit down. When he sat back at his seat, he couldn’t contain himself bluntly blurting out “Wow, you are beautiful!” you giggled before replying to his praise “you are not so bad yourself.

Your date was going so well, Eren was easy to talk to. He is a good listener and also very attentive, noticing your every movement and the way you talk. The conversation flowed between the two of you. A few laughs here, encouraging comments there carrying the night smoothly. You don’t know if it was the glass of wine you had that made you relax or was it Eren himself that made you feel safe enough to be your true self around him.His glass of wine on the other hand did not help easing his nervousness at all. He tried his best to conceal the tension that was building up every time his eyes landed on your lips, or rather your chest that was being hugged so tightly by your dress. The hair on his nap stiffen when your hand accidentally brushed against his, and you were well aware of his reaction. His hand came to loosen the tie around his neck giving him the tiniest comfort and he shot you an awkward smile.

You wanted to see more of these reactions that you thought were so adorable, when a menacing idea shone inside your head. Under the table concealed by the table’s covers, you took off your heel and lightly stroked his leg with your bare toes a couple times before stopping to see how he would respond. The way his eyes widened and he looked at you with a questioning look while swallowing a few times to regain his composure. You bit your lower lip amused at his reaction, eyes glowing under your eyelashes. When you saw his eyes glowing, lips parting from each other in both anticipation and excitement, you are back on your mission, slowly working your way up his ankle and finally slipping in between his knees. You suddenly got conscious and wanted to retrieve your foot when you felt him spreading his legs for you, welcoming your foot in between, and inviting you to go even further. You looked at him watching how his cheeks and the top of his ears are painted scarlet . His gaze is fixated on the plate in front of him with one of his hands covering his mouth, and the other grabbing tightly at the edge of the table. You push your foot between his legs slowly stroking the inside of his thigh. You were concentrating on your movement not to overwhelm him, but also trying to act normal for the eyes surrounding the both of you by keeping your hands busy with your food.

The more you stroked him, the redder his face got, and it was so faint but you sure did hear a desperate plea leaving his mouth. You looked up at him to see his pleading eyes, encouraging you to keep going. You let go of the fork and intertwined your fingers underneath your chain losing yourself in his forest green eyes. One miscalculated stroke and you feel it, you feel the hard bulge in his pants. Your eyebrows raise to your hairline thinking that you were just teasing and not believing how sensitive he is to be this hard just from stroking his leg. “Please” you heard his plea again before you felt his hand wrapping around the ankle that you had extended in between his legs and pressing your foot firmer on his crotch. The whimper that left his mouth struck your core. The tiny moan was music to your ears and made heat rise to your face as you felt Eren’s hand drawing shapes on the bare foot that was resting on his hard cock with his eyes squeezed shut. Your gaze met with his when he opened his eyes and as if you two communicated your thoughts without talking you retrieve your leg and slip on the pump standing up and excusing yourself to the restroom. You asked a passing waiter where the restrooms were located and they guided you to the correct way. 

You pushed past the crowd and when you got to the golden doors of the restrooms you snickered “of course it is one of those fancy restrooms that fit a whole party inside of them” thinking to yourself opening the door and slipping inside. You stood in the middle of the restroom mesmerized by the fact that there is a freaking red velvet armchair inside of the freaking restroom. Just before the door clicked close, Eren’s fingers slipped and stopped it, letting himself in after you and locking the door behind him. You were quick to move when you saw his reflection in the mirror walking towards you and you pushed at his chest until the back of his knees met with the armchair and he was forced to sit down. Both your hands came to hold his knees, spreading them apart. Your hands glided up his thighs and you whispered lowly for his ear to hear “I would like to take care of this situation we have here” fingers lightly brush against the fading print on his suit pants. “But first … I want to put that pretty mouth to good use, yea?”

You were answered back with an enthusiastic nod from Eren’s head before he circled his arms around your thighs and brought you closer to his face “use me however you see fit, princess.” his hands then dipped inside your dress through the slit and started stroking the bare skin of your lower thighs reassuring you, emerald eyes looking at you from underneath his long lashes motivating you to take the next move. His hand started pushing your dress up your thighs making room for his hot mouth to trace kisses on your soft skin. You feel more confident when you look down and see Eren looking at you. You pinched the hem of your dress in between your fingers and lifted it up to your waist revealing your lacy underwear to Eren’s hungry eyes. You felt dizzy under his gaze. The way he looked at you with glossy eyes filled with anticipation made you feel wanted. That’s it, the exact feeling you were craving and looking for all along. Being wanted and desired. But when he moved to get closer to your center after placing a few kisses on your thigh, hot and wet tongue poking out of his lips, you stopped him by placing your hands on his shoulder and pushing him back for his back to press against the chair. “I am in charge here, pretty boy. Stay back for me ok?” He nodded twice and spread his legs wider giving you room to settle between them, both of his hands rubbing against your thighs encouraging you. You stood on your knees on either side of his thighs that were resting on the armchair bringing yourself closer to his face and asking him to dart his tongue out. He came closer to your center steadying your form by holding your thigh, and started with tiny kitten licks on your skin. You sighed from the sensation of his tongue on your skin, one hand coming to lace in his hair messing up his perfect hairstyle, and the other placed on his shoulder.

When Eren’s pace started to pick up, he moved one of his hands to hook the finger on your thong and paused to look at you silently asking for permission to proceed. You gave him a tiny nod encouraging him, and he pushed the material to the side revealing your already soaked cunt to him. His eyes glowed at the sight of your witness, but you gave him no time to say anything, wrapping your fingers around his locks and shoving his face where you needed him the most. You moaned, slight lewd whimpers leaving your throat when you started to slowly grind your hips on his face. Hot mouth darting out to help you use him properly tasting the sweetness of your slick on his tongue. You were dazed, drowning in bless, hips moving in a steady pace riding his face where his tongue dragged in between your folds and his nose pumped your clit. You hear him mumbling against your cunt “tastes so sweet” and you tease by slowing your movement for a little bit. His eyes shot up looking at yours and you heard his plea asking you for more. Your witness covered his mouth and chin while he lapped at your throbbing pussy with all eagerness, but you did not miss the sensation of his finger pressing against your walls pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He pumped his finger in and out of your cunt before he added another. The way your walls clenched against his digits gave away that you were close, so close to hitting your climax, and Eren was just there to push you over the edge. “Eyes on me, please …. I want you to look at me” His voice soothingly guided you before he hiked his fingers just enough to brush against the spongy spot to intensify the pleasure and wrapped his swollen lips around your clit to suck on it. The sight of his face half buried between your legs, half-lidded eyes looking up at your flushed face. tightened the knot inside your core even tighter right before it snapped, making you spill your release on Eren’s lips, chin and overall covering his face, and your legs started shaking. He slowed down the movements of his tongue and fingers on you helping you calm down after your intense orgasm. He caught you in his arms as you tried to catch your breath, and when you looked at him, you saw him grinning at you with rosy cheeks “was that good for you princess?”. His voice dripped with sweetness as he helped you get up and captured your lips in a sweet kiss for the first time. You tasted yourself in his lips before your tongue darted out dominating the kiss and taking the lead against his “Oh it was so good, Ren. Your turn”. He waved you off telling you that he’ll calm down in a moment, and you got slightly disappointed because you were ready to see him, and hold him in your hand. The few strokes you gave him from under the table already told you that he was above average, but you wouldn’t believe it until you see it with your own eyes. He helped you clean up , placed your thong back in place, and cleaned his face before holding his hand for you to take so you could go back to your table. 

xXx

As he pulled over at the entrance of your apartment building, you asked him to go around the building where the parking lots are. His facial expressions exposed his confusion for a split second, but he obeyed nonetheless following your directions. After he turned off the engine of his car, he turned to face you. “So now what?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. You giggled as if your intention was not clear “now we go inside” you told him and you were answered with a smirk you saw his lips form for the very first time. Your brain ran laps while you led him to your apartment. You led with one single thought in your brain that made the familiar heat return to your center. You always wanted to do this, you even have the proper “tool” for it, but you never had the chance to use it. But it all changed with the tall brunette, who appeared willing to do anything you wanted to see you pleased, trailing behind you. The closer you got to the apartment, the redder your face became to the thought, and the more eager you are to follow your plan.

xXx

The shy trembling boy who had his face drenched with your slick an hour ago snaps as soon as the apartment door is closed behind him. He leans on it with a devilish smirk for a moment eyeing you up and down stripping you off your dress with his eyes. When you finally calm down your thoughts and turn to look at him, you are met with dark lustful eyes with a faint green left in them. “E- Eren? Are you ok?” you ask him in a concerned tone when you see him just standing there and staring at your form making you feel naked even though you are fully clothed. His hands shrug off his jacket and loosen the necktie, move to slowly roll up the sleeves of his button down shirt as he kicks off his shoes. You’re shocked when you hear all the shyness in his voice being replaced by a deep husky tone a little above whispering “ you had your way up until now, and it was fun, now let’s see if you can keep up with mine, pretty girl” and slowly starts walking towards you. You take a step back startled by the sudden change in his voice tone, and even the way he looks at you with hungry eyes like a wolf who has been starving for so long and finally caught his prey. 

He closes the gap between the two of you, hands cupping the dip of your waist, and dark eyes staring down at you, he leans brushing his nose on the side of your neck, breathing your scent, and when he gently bites the shell of your ear you press your legs together in response. He notices and likes the reaction he is drawing from you, it is his time to learn your reactions and what produces more of them by taking the lead.  He wraps your hands around his neck with his own around your thighs from underneath the dress. He picks you up with ease, strong muscles in his arms flexing under his shirt making his veins pop. He walks the short distance to the couch holding you in his arms and sits down with you straddling him, your dress is barely doing any good at covering your legs at this point while his hands intrinsically hold your waist. You push your chest to his and lean for a kiss, and he lets you. Hungry messy lips moving against each other swallowing every moan and whimper. Eren pushes you down, your hips meeting his so you can feel him again. He mumbles between your lips that he doesn't have a condom, "it's fine, we don't need it" you reassure him before pressing your lips agains his soft ones. This time he wants more, he needs more, but for now, he will be patient. His way requires you to be extra relaxed, and to get to that point he needs to make you reach your climax one more time.

You tremble the moment your crotch meets his, only the thin layers of your thong and his pants and boxers prevent your skin from touching but you never break the kiss as he bites down at your bottom lip making you wince. His hands move all over your body before he tugs at your dress asking to free your breasts, and finally breaking the kiss with a string of saliva connecting his tongue to yours. Green irises leaving yours to admire your exposed tits to him that he has been drooling over all night. His hands immediately move to cup both of them. Heat rises to your face “Don’t stare too much” Your voice comes breathy to him making him chuckle. “Not so bold now are you?” the teasing voice is being replaced quickly with a seductive one “You look like a fucking painting. I want to see more of you.” His eyes are back at you again, but only to watch your reaction as his tongue flips over the hardened nipple. You gasp and tug on his hair whimpering an inaudible “more".

 “You got to be louder for me. Tell me, what do you want?”  He groans when you start grinding your hips against him, fed up with all the teasing “more, I want more, please!” hands moving to untie and unbutton his clothes. After you discarded his shirt and the tie and got rid of your dress somewhere in the room, you take a moment to admire the toned chest and defined abs. Eren stands up to grab your waist again and crash your chest into his “So are we here to just stare? Or you’re going to show me where I can fuck you dumb?”

xXx

The shock that spread across your body seeing the small box on your bed with the lid open. You completely forgot to return it to its proper place, but also didn’t expect to bring back company with you. You have no time to sprint and hide it as Eren enters your bedroom behind you, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body once his upper arm brushes against your shoulder. He looks at you and sees the horror in your eyes. He follows your line of vision and settles on the red box on your bed. His eyebrow shoots up closer to his hairline when he steps closer, and you figure it’s just easier if he sees what’s there himself before you use them on him. He wouldn’t mind would he? In the end this is why you brought him here. To see how the hot pink color would suit his sun-kissed skin. But the look in his eyes tells you that what you have in mind is far from reach. “Well well, what do we have here?” His tone makes your body shivers, amusement filling the air as he talks “Open to toys as well? I like that, but the question is …” he pauses as his eyes dart back at your fully naked form other than the tiny lacy material on your hips that fail to cover anything, “how many can you take at once?” 

Eren chuckles seeing the way your jaw hangs low. This is not what you wanted. But the idea makes your body shiver. The way he’s leaning back on your bed, one hand supporting his wait and the other tapping his thigh as he orders you “Come’er sweetheart.” and you obligate, body moving without giving it a second thought, pusyy throbbing at the sight of the thick print in his pants. You need to see him, so you start walking towards the bed, hips swaying left and right making Eren stiffen and pull on his pants trying to give his cock a little bit more room. Once you reach him, you bend down for a kiss and straddle his waist. One of his hand cups the back of your neck to angle your face so he can deepen the kiss. And just as you start to get lost in the kiss you feel a cold material being pressed on your nipple. Your body jolts in response but Eren’s grip on the back of your neck is firm enough to keep you in place. He gives you a moment to process before pressing the tiny bullet vibroator on your other nipple smirking at your reaction. You don’t have time to even wonder when he went through the box because now he has his tongue twirling around your other nipple, and the feeling of both nipples being stimulated is driving you insane. Your hands grab tightly into his arms as you start grinding your hips against his again, your body aching for more friction from him as he devout both of your nipples over and over, one with his mouth licking and sucking, and the other with the viborator in his hand combined with continuous grinding on his lap “Ahhhhhh , more more please— “ You whimper, feeling your oragsm approaching.

But this is not how Eren wanted you to cum, so he quickly moves to lay you down on the bed and take your thong off your hips and down your legs “we don’t need these anymore” discarding them to the corner of the room. He rubbed two of his fingers between your folds soaking them up with the slick before pushing them into your cunt. Your walls clenched on his digits immediately making him smirk. He places the bullet viborator on your clit and steadies it with the thumb of the same hand that has both his middle and ring finger pumping in and out of your cunt and busying his mouth and the other hand with your nipples again. Your back arch, and you feel the strange sensation filling you as Eren’s fingers keep hitting your sweet spot. The pressure inside of you starts to grow as Eren skillfully hits all your sensitive spots at the same time until you feel like you are going to explode. Only when you start moaning loudly filling the room with the sinful noises coming out of your mouth you hear Eren’s voice ordering you to look at him as you cum. While your whole body shakes violently above the sheets, you feel the wetness rushing out of your cunt and hear because of Eren’s still moving fingers in and out of you. You breathe heavily and glance down to see Eren’s hand covered with your cum, and you look at him to see him smirking down at the mess you made on his hand and wrist, your cum dripping from your pussy on his hand and into the sheets underneath you. He brings his hand to his mouth and licks it and audibly moans. Heat creeps up your face when your eyes lock with his and see him climbing the bed straddling your waist with his legs face hovering over yours to whisper in your ear “now for the main course” and you expect him to kiss you but he sits on his heels making sure not to crush you under his weight and reaches out for the box of toys, and from all the dildos, viborators, plugs, he picks up the last thing you expect. His facial expression between amusement and shock as he looks at the hot pink cock attached to the straps, his eyes move to look down at you “This wasn’t in the plan, was it baby?” when you stay quiet for longer than a few seconds, he continues “don’t tell me, we will include it in the plan” and you can’t believe your ears! Is he inviting you? To use the strap-on on him? To peg him? You swallow as you feel more excited about what's coming. You will get to experience the one thing you’ve been dying to do since you saw him at the restaurant. 

Eren shuffled in the bed so he could take his pants off, your eyes are focused on his bulge, you want to see it, you need to see it at this point. So you watch him closely as he pulls his boxers down and off his legs, and sits back on his heels revealing the hard on cock to you. You stare, not even blinking, it is big, so big you are a bit intimidated by his cock as it stands with pride and leaking precum from the tip. You gulp, and move to stroke him, but he pushes you down again on the sheets “no no …  remember we do things my way this time, I will need you to pick a safe word because once I start that’s the only thing to stop me”. He lifts the strap-on in the air between the two of you telling you that he will put it into good use, but on you , not the other way around. 

xXx

You’ve already came twice tonight, your body is well prepared as Eren keeps the dildo still inside your tight hole as he sits in between your legs. He gave you a lot of pleasure throughout the night, but now, it is his time to ruin you, and that is a risk you are willing to take. He strokes his cock a few times before aligning it with your entrance. The moment his cock touches your soft skin, Eren groans and mutters a tiny curse under his breath something about “been wanting to do this all night”, he pushes his cock in a little by little watching your face and body language for any signs of discomfort. He wants to bottom out so badly, push all his cock inside of your soft cunt in one hard thrust, but he keeps himself composed to not cum already and most importantly to not hurt you. The stretch stings, he is bigger than you thought you can take, but all the preparation helped, the only new sensation to you is being stuffed full with Eren’s cock while there’s a whole 6 inch dildo still in your ass making you hazed. He pushes an inch inside of you, and stop to prevent himself from filling you up already and groan a low “Fuck, so fucking tight for me, ahhh shit ” as his cock makes his way past your walls and stretching you out.Right after his cock is fully inside of your pussy, Eren gives you a few seconds to adjust before telling you that he’ll start moving.  

You’ve already came twice tonight, your body is well prepared as Eren keeps the dildo still inside your tight hole as he sits in between your legs. He gave you a lot of pleasure throughout the night, but now, it is his time to ruin you, and that is a risk you are willing to take. He strokes his cock a few times before aligning it with your entrance. The moment his cock touches your soft skin, Eren groans and mutters a tiny curse under his breath something about “been wanting to do this all night”, he pushes his cock in a little by little watching your face and body language for any signs of discomfort. He wants to bottom out so badly, push all his cock inside of your soft cunt in one hard thrust, but he keeps himself composed to not cum already and most importantly to not hurt you. The stretch stings, he is bigger than you thought you can take, but all the preparation helped, the only new sensation to you is being stuffed full with Eren’s cock while there’s a whole 6 inch dildo still in your ass making you hazed. Right after his cock is fully inside of your pussy, Eren gives you a few seconds to adjust before telling you that he’ll start moving. He starts slow and his hand sneaks between your bodies to rub circles on your clit to help you adjust better to his length. He knows what to do, and when to do it. Both of your legs are thrown on his shoulder giving your body space to handle both his cock and the dildo. Your body jolts when Eren picks up the pace and you start losing control of your moans. You try to hold back, to dig your fingers in the sheets twisting them to gain composer, but once Eren purposely aims his thrusts, you become a babbling mess underneath him

Even though his thrusts are hard hitting all the right angles inside of you making you feel like he is angry and punishing you for some reason you don’t know, you can’t really ignore the thumb rubbing your skin comforting you. The balance between the two movements is just right to push you over the edge one last time, but this time it is not on his fingers not his tongue, this time you’re about to cum on his cock which makes you even more cautious of the sensation since there is no barrier between his skin and yours. The room is filled with your moans and whimpers, the skin clapping noise as Eren’s hips snap back thrusting into you making his balls hit the back of the dildo and pushing it deeper inside of you, and the groans he makes as you scratch his back with your nails. “Eren, I am close, so close ..” Your fourth climax approaching you fast as you feel so full. “I, ahh, I can feel it — .. ganna cum for me one last time? Hmmm?” and before you can answer him he tells you to look into his eyes as you cum all over his cock and latches his lips to yours. The intense eye contact adds to every single sensation you are feeling all over your body making you shiver and cum hard thinking that you are about to pass out from how intense your orgasm is. You shut your eyes drowning in the sensation of the aftershock when you feel Eren’s hand slips underneath your head and pulls your hair back making you open your eyes wide “Eyes on me, do not break eye contact, yea?”. You feel his thrusts getting sloppier and losing rhythm so you nod your head whispering “yes daddy” that is enough to push Eren over the edge shooting ropes of cum and painting your walls white with his cum. He slows his thrusts until he comes to a stop and falls atop of you to catch his breath, the hand that pulled your hair a minute ago stroking it gently now. He gets up placing a quick peck on your shoulder and grinning down at you "that was amazing!" he says as he pulls out and scooches down watching his cum drip from your cunt to your skin. He pulls the dildo out and throws it beside you then collects the dripping cum with his fingers to push it back inside of your hole.

Eren disappears inside the bathroom and comes back with a damp towel to help clean you up. You feel your body relaxing against the sheets, eyelids getting so heavy you’re fighting to keep them open while you watch Eren pulling up his pants and zipping it. Your mind is clouded and can’t process anything that your senses are registering, not the blurred figure of Eren getting dressed, nor his natural intoxicating smell that is stuck on your bed now. The only sensation that got your attention is his hands brushing against your shoulder when he pulled the blanket to cover you. Your eyes shut open finally realizing that he is fully dressed back in his suit and his jacket propped on his arm.“Wait! don’t leave!” You reached your hand out and grabbed his bicep.

He is leaning towards you while still standing next to your bed. Head hovering over yours and beautiful emerald eyes staring back at your tired features. His lips twitch up forming a tiny cocky smile “you won’t get to rest properly if I stayed.”. “I am fine with that, stay!” your own words confuse you on why you’re asking him to spend the night with you, today is still the very first time you see him, and yet you see yourself getting attached after a couple several orgasms. You can’t help but wanting more of his warm touches to engulf you in such a cold night. “I can’t” you hear him say and you frown, eyebrows knitting together with confusion. His hand moves to cup your face and the other gently pushes the bangs away from your forehead before he paints his lips in between your eyebrows to ease the frown “but I want to see you again, I will get your number from Sasha, how about that?” You nod your head and smile now you know that he is also interested in you. ”Sleep well for me, pretty girl. You need it” he continues and winks before proceeding to walk towards the bedroom door. His voice echoes in your ears as you slowly drift to sleep while Eren is leaving your bedroom and closing the door behind him after he gets out. This blind date turned out way better than you had in mind. Sasha was absolutely correct, he is such a sweetheart with a hint of craziness. 

xXx

Took me so long, but here it is. Hope you like it @princess-jaeger

[hbyrde36]

Caught in the Undertow

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Chapter 5: All i've got is your hand

*EDDIE*

Eddie fights hard to keep his eyes open but it’s a losing battle with how little sleep he got last night. He’s just not ready for the day to end yet. Against all odds he’s having a really good time hanging out with Steve, once they got through the worst of the heavy talk that is. Steve is funny and much more thoughtful than Eddie would have ever guessed. They talk and tease and debate and it’s all so – easy, and fun. It shouldn’t be, they are such different people but that seems to make it all the more enjoyable.

Even earlier in the day, when he helped take care of Steve through the beginnings of his migraine, Eddie had been happy to do it. Seeing this boy, someone who he now knew first hand to be quite the warrior, in such a vulnerable position, well, It had made something in his stomach flip. Knowing that Steve trusted him enough to not only witness it, but to help him. He got the feeling Steve didn’t let others take care of him much. He wonders, idly, if that has anything to do with the fact that Harrington’s parents don’t seem to live here anymore.

All night Eddie had been noticing Steve stealing glances at him with this expression like…like he was afraid Eddie might disappear at any moment. That’s fair, he supposes, although he still didn’t understand why it mattered to Steve. 

After letting out a loud yawn Eddie stands up, stretching a bit as he says, “I hate to bust up our party but I’m falling asleep sitting up. I’m gonna go out back for a smoke and then head to bed.” 

Steve blinks up at him, eyes concerned.

Oh “Just a cigarette, Harrington. Calm yourself”

“I didn’t even say anything!” Steve says, indignant.

Eddie chuckles. “You didn’t have to. You’ve got that disappointed parent look down.”

Steve rolls his eyes but there is a fond smile playing on his lips.

“You wanna come with?” Eddie finally asks.

“Yea, okay” Steve says. The words are casual but Steve is so happy at the invitation that it kills off any annoyance Eddie might have felt at his hovering. 

They stand side by side, leaning up against the house. After watching Eddie light up, Steve asks if he can bum a cigarette.

“I didn’t know you smoked.” Eddie says, offering him the pack. 

“I don’t much anymore. I used to do it a lot when I'd drink but Robin hates it. I still sneak one every once in a while when she’s not around though, it’s relaxing.”

For a few minutes, neither of them speaks. It's a comfortable enough silence, but Eddie feels compelled to fill it anyway.

“Must be nice out here in the summer. I bet the kids bug you to use the pool all the time.” He ventures, gesturing out into the dark.

Steve lets out a short laugh but it's drenched in sadness. “I’m sure they would but, uh, I haven’t opened it since ‘83”

Even without the massive clue that is the year Will Byers went missing, Eddie would know from Steve’s tone alone that he‘d stuck his foot in something sensitive.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“No, it’s fine. I didn’t realize… There's probably so much you don’t know. I guess I figured Henderson would have filled you in on everything upside-down related.”

“Only the cliff notes version, there wasn’t time for much else when we were in the thick of it, and it’s not like I’ve given him much chance since.”

Steve nods his understanding. “I don’t know if you would remember her or not, but a day or two after Will went missing so did a girl named Barbara Holland. Except, she wasn’t missing. She was Nancy’s best friend and we had just started dating the first time. The two of them came over here and, god, I was such a douchebag back then. Nancy and I went upstairs.  We thought Barb was going home but… She didn’t leave. She was hanging out back here by the pool waiting for Nancy. I didn’t find out until later what had happened, but a Demogorgon got her. Pulled her through a gate in the pool. She died on the other side.”

“Shit Steve. I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I mean it’s not OK, of course, but I think I’ve made peace with it as best I can. Though, sometimes I still feel like I failed her and Nancy that day.”

“You were just a kid and you couldn’t have known what was coming for her.”

“I know, but still. Anyway, at least I can move forward and grow and try to be better because of it.”

 “How can…I mean…Why do you stay here?”

“Didn’t have much choice really. My parents moved to one of their other houses full time a few years ago. I could have gone with them but I couldn’t  leave Nancy and the kids once this shit started. I would rent someplace, just to get out of this damn house, but I don’t make enough on my own, especially now that I’m not working. Robin and I have talked about getting a place together after she graduates though, so it won’t be forever.”

Back inside, Eddie follows Steve up the stairs. He’s so tired, he knows he’ll be asleep the second his head hits the pillow. When they part in the hallway Steve is giving him that look again. He’s too tired to properly reassure him but manages a weak “See you in the morning, Harrington” before closing his door.

The last few notes of the most metal concert ever are still echoing out in the distance when Eddie and Dustin re-enter the trailer, slamming the door closed mere seconds before the bats start dive-bombing. It doesn’t take long for the creatures to find the structure's weakness and in just a few short minutes the interior of their make-shift bunker is filled to the brim with leathery wings and gnashing teeth. Eddie does everything he can to shield Dustin, wants to send him back up the rope and into the safety of the right-side-up. Before they can reach it, one of the bastards gets its tail wrapped around the younger boy's neck. Eddie tries to pry the thing off but he’s not strong enough and he’s forced to watch on in horror as the life drains out of Dustin’s eyes. He can’t stop screaming.

Eddie wakes with a gasp and he’s shaking. No, wait, someone is shaking him. 

“Eddie?...Eddie?...Can you hear me?” Steve pleads.

His eyes snap open and immediately lock on to Steve’s. He’s breathing hard, they both are. For a moment Eddie can’t remember where he is or why, is only concerned about one thing. 

“Steve? Dustin!  Where is he? Is he okay? oh god it’s all my fault…”

Steve, who is still hovering over top of him, gently pushes the hair back from Eddie’s forehead as he shushes him. “Dustin is fine, he’s alive. It was just a nightmare. You’re okay, I’ve got you. Everyone is okay.” 

He keeps uttering a steady stream of reassurances until Eddie’s breathing levels out and he relaxes back into his pillow. With the initial panic having eased, Steve starts to pull away, likely feeling awkward at their close proximity. Before he can stop himself, Eddie reaches out, clutching on to Steve’s wrist. He tenses briefly at the touch but makes no move to pull himself out of Eddie’s grip.

“Could you maybe…stay? Just for a bit…please?” Eddie asks. He feels like a child but can’t bring himself to be embarrassed about it. He can’t imagine being alone right now.  

Steve smiles, nods, and Eddie lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Scoot over” Steve murmurs. Eddie does.

The guest bed is only a double so, while there is room for the both of them to lay down, it is impossible to do so without touching. 

Eddie is acutely aware of the fact that he had come out to Steve just a handful of hours ago. He imagines your average straight guy would be uncomfortable with their current circumstances. If Steve is bothered by the fact that they are pressed up against each other like this, then he is doing a bang up job of hiding it. Eddie tries not to think too hard about it, just accepts the comfort being offered.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Steve asks, after a while.

“Not really. It was… awful.”

“I know”

Steve really did know, Eddie realized. Was this the kind of shit he saw in his dreams night after night?

“How do you deal with it?” 

Steve winces and Eddie realizes he basically  just admitted to having overheard Steve's own bad dreams.

“I used to drink before bed, which worked like a charm but it wasn’t sustainable or healthy. I wish I had better advice to offer but there's nothing you can really do but just go through it. Just try and go back to sleep when you can and on the nights when you can’t, you find ways to distract yourself.”

“I guess that’s why I didn’t have any until now. Nightmares I mean. I drank myself stupid more nights than not back at the trailer, and smoked weed the rest of the time.”  

“Wait. Eddie, that was the first?…i’m so sorry” Steve’s hand finds his own beneath the covers and he laces their fingers together, giving them a tight squeeze. They’re still holding hands when Eddie finally falls back to sleep. 

-

It happens again, every night for a week straight. Steve is always already there when Eddie wakes up, petting his hair and promising that whatever he saw was just a dream. Steve never leaves. Once Eddie has calmed down he’ll move over and without a word Steve will join him in the bed, where they will inevitably fall asleep together, holding hands. Eddie thinks maybe they should just start out the night together and cut out the middle step but he’s not going to be the one to suggest it. 

-

A routine starts to develop within their little bubble. Every morning while Steve makes food, Eddie calls Uncle Wayne to check in and catch up before the older man goes to bed for the day. They don’t talk about what happened or why Eddie is staying with Steve. Wayne is too afraid to push and Eddie doesn’t think there’s anything he could say to make it up to his uncle. So they both pretend that things are normal. 

Breakfast is eaten together before splitting off to their separate tasks. Eddie will usually take a book outside so he can smoke. Steve likes to use the morning hours for cleaning and laundry, he won’t accept help so Eddie doesn’t bother offering. 

They come back together briefly for lunch, which Eddie has taken to making. He realized early on that if he didn’t do this, Steve would skip the meal altogether, not eating again until dinner. Steve tries to protest but Eddie insists that he was making something for himself anyway and it was nothing to make extra for him. 

In the afternoons Eddie hides away in his room. He’s been writing a lot. He doesn’t have his guitar here, which is fine because honestly he’s not sure how it’ll feel to play again, but the lyrics just keep pouring out of him. He’s also got quite the stack of notes going for future campaigns. 

After dinner is when they really hang out. Eddie loves this time of day. Steve will let him go on and on, talking animatedly about whatever new concept he’s come up with. Not the lyrics of course, that’s too personal but the D&D is fair game. Steve seems genuinely interested, even when it’s painfully clear that he has no idea what the hell Eddie is talking about. They take turns choosing movies to watch. although Steve cheated once and used his pick to put on a baseball game. Eddie complained loudly but it was mostly for show. He might hate sports but apparently he likes watching Steve enjoy them.

-

He knew the bubble had to pop eventually, so Eddie was ready for it when Steve came to him one day saying he needed to make a grocery run. 

“Can I come?”

Steve was clearly surprised but recovered quickly “Sure, of course. let me just grab my keys and we can go”

He pushed the cart while Steve shopped. It had been weeks since Eddie had been out in public and it was kind of nice but it also left him feeling exposed. It was impossible not to notice the stares and whispers being thrown in Eddie's direction from the other customers, but he was determined not to let it bother him. He concentrated on breathing evenly and remembering what Steve had said to him in the car. ‘No matter what anyone says, you have every right to be here, ok? You are allowed to be out in the world. You did nothing wrong, you are innocent’

It’s all fine enough until they round a corner and come face to face with a boy wearing a familiar green and white letterman jacket. It was Andy, one of the guys who’d played a major part in Jason Carver’s pitchfork wielding mob. 

Andy blanched at the sight of them. “Who let you out of the house, freak? You should be locked up and you know it! I don’t care what the police said, you’re a fucking murderer!”

Steve stepped in front of Eddie defensively, gearing up for a fight. “Back off man, you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

Andy puffed up, trying and failing to loom over Steve. “Jeez Harrington, I knew you’d changed but you’re hanging out with people like him now?”

Steve growled. He fucking growled, there’s no other word for it and Eddie knows he has to stop this before it escalates. He clears his throat loudly, catching both boys' attention. “It's fine Steve. Forget him, it doesn’t matter what he says, right? He’s an asshole, lets just go”

It’s enough to snap Steve out of it, though he remains between the two of them until they are out of the other boy’s eyesight. 

Steve is still a little on edge when they get back to the car. He’s not sure if it’s because of the situation in general or if Steve is worried that it’s going to set him off. Eddie feels weirdly calm about the whole thing. It definitely sucks to have people look at you like that but having Steve next to him and on his side took a lot of the sting out of it. 

Steve keeps a close eye on him as they unpack the food and suddenly it’s all so ridiculous that Eddie starts to laugh. “Dude, your face! I'm okay. Really I am. I'm not gonna go off the deep end or whatever you're worried about, ok? Screw those assholes.”

Steve smiles in return, posture relaxing bit by bit. “You’re right, I'm sorry for worrying. You did so great today staying calm and all, better than I did.”

“Yeah I noticed.”

A light blush blossoms across Steve’s cheeks. 

Eddie stares at him for a minute, considering, before the question comes tumbling out.

“I have to ask, and I swear I'm not being a dick this time, I just really don’t understand. Why do all of this for me, why do you care so much?

Steve’s face transforms at the question. Eddie doesn’t understand at first, people don’t look at him like that. It’s the same look he saw on Nancy’s face, the one that prompted him to give Steve that stupid speech in the woods. It’s the way Lucas used to watch Max, longing.

“Eddie…”

Oh, oh shit.

Eddie has about 2 seconds to process what he’s seeing on the other boy's face before Steve steps into him, bringing their lips together in a soft, tentative kiss.

Part 6

[elliesslutworld]

Friendly Tension

Synopsis-You and ellie had been best friends since freshman year of high school now it is their sophomore year of college. ellie has always had a crush on you and every since you’ve came out of the closet y’all’s tension has grown. what will happens when y’all make an agreement not knowing each other secretly have feelings for one another?

Authors note-This is my first fic so if it isn’t the best writing bare with me it will get better lol hope y’all like it i’m trying to do story lines that haven’t really been written for ellie! also don’t mind my grammar. and please don’t leave any hate i’m trying lmfao.

Warnings-I don’t own any of tlou characters etc I only own my own character hailey nothing else. smut, dom ellie, sub reader, flirting, sexting, tension, sexual games, praising and degrading kink etc if there are any more lmk!

I’m in the car with my best friend Ellie Williams we are on our way back to the University of Wyoming. I’ve known Ellie since freshman year of high school, she and Joel had just moved to Jackson and luckily the house right next to mine. Ever since I met her and introduced her to my friends we had all bonded. The music had pulled me out of my thoughts when I heard ‘diamond eyes’ by deftones come on “Ellie turn it up I love this song!” she chuckled a bit and complied. It was a couple hour drive so I eventually feel asleep to my music.

Ellie’s POV-

“hey Hailey could you skip this song?” after a few seconds of silence i look over and see her sleeping. she is so beautiful. i’ve had a crush on her ever since I met here except i’ve never made a move because were best friends and i thought she was a straight as a fucking ruler until she came out not to long ago. I sighed frustrated with myself for being so blind but all my thoughts go away when i look at her again. i take a quick photo of her knowing all i’m going to do is stare at it later and be a delusional loser lesbian. I take a deep breath as i prepare myself for this year of college. i mean i’ve had feelings for her for years this year won’t be any different.

Hailey’s POV-

it had been a few hours of dina and i unpacking and we were practically finished. i dragged my feet to my bed groaning as i let myself fall onto it. “Dinaaaaaa i’m so bored” i said over dramatically “then why don’t we go over to ellie’s hangout and smoke?” i shot up and shouted at her “perfect just let me freshen up and we can go” dina rolled her eyes “you just want to look good for ellie admit it” you shook your head of disbelief “dina your my best friend so that being said i wouldn’t lie to you.. so no but i am extremely horny so maybe” dina laughed “just fuck her already y’all’s tension is so thick it’s like almost distracting” i walked out of our closet in some simple hoodie and sweats applying some lip gloss telling her i was ready.

we both walked out of our dorms taking the elevator down bickering with each other the entire time. i had knocked on ellie’s door i could hear her slightly grown and then trip over something with a bang saying “shit, ow fuck that hurt” as she opens the door. she instantly tried to play it off saying “hey guys come in” we walked in “did you stub your toe again ellie?” she blushed and shook her head “no your just imagining things” i replied with a sure giggling at her awkwardness. “sooo why are you guys here?” she asked while glancing over to me. she was wearing black sweats and a black tank top witch silver jewelry, was she trying to seduce me? “haileyyyy” she said while waving her hand in-front of my face snapping me back to reality “hmm?” dina laughed slightly saying “she’s in a horny day dream right now don’t mind her, we got bored so we thought, smoke with ellie?” she said shrugging “dude i’m not in a horny sex day dream i was just spaced out” i huffed “are you sure about that?” ellie said as she sat down right beside me pulling my feet into her lap. “yea i’m pretty sure ellie” i said confused where all her confidence came from “if you say so babe” she said while staring at you leaning back. flustered you look away at dina “so are we going to smoke or just sit here?” ellie got up saying i’ll be right back. She came back with a couple pre rolls finch you and her one to share and dina her own. y’all had been smoking for a while now laughing with each other over nothing. “dina how come plants get life from the sun but we get aged-“ your breath hitched as ellie started to rub your thigh up and down caressing your legs getting a little to high up your thigh at times. “i would love to talk about that more but i promised jesse i would see him tonight” me and ellie got up to say goodbye and lock the door behind her. i mentally cursed out dina for leaving me be with ellie while i was high and horny.

Ellie’s POV-

as i closed the door i turned around to see hailey looking back at me with her droopy red eyes, a glint of mischief i rarely see. i grab her hand and lead her back to the couch pulling her close to me hugging her waist. “you wanna smoke some more?” i ask hoping for a yes “obviously” she said chuckling. i spark it up again, take a hit, and hand it back to her. “so what did dina mean by that horny day dream?” she looked at me taking another hit, “i don’t think you really want to know” i smile slightly pulling her body impossibly closer “i really do” i said challenging her, “don’t get all shy on my now” teasing her.

Hailey’s POV-

I suck in my breath not sure how to get out of this situation. i stare back at her, she looks so hot right now she was teasing me earlier and i’m really horny how am i not going to give in. “Truth or dare? i ask hoping to avoid that particular topic. “dare” ellie said not breaking eye contact, “okay i dare you to do a shotgun with me” it’s okay if i give into a little temptation right? ellie smirked as she picked up the joint with her long veiny hands. ellie stares at me “sit on my lap” i only smirk at this and comply to her demand straddling her. ellie takes a hit sits down the joint and takes my neck with one hand resting her other only my waist gripping tight as she blows smoke into my mouth. I close my eyes feeling euphoric as she pushes slightly on my pressure points making feel light headed. i can only focus on the fact of how close our lips are to fully touching it making me whimper slightly. “what baby, what’s wrong?” ellie says smirking knowing what i want. “you know what i want ellie just give it to me already” i whine, “your gonna have to try a little harder than that, beg.” she stated as she slightly pushed my hips down onto her thigh. still in disbelief i smile lightly “i’m not going to beg ellie”

[ginnsbaker]

Ginny baby I’m having a mini-crisis

I think I like my best friend and I don’t know how to go about getting rid of this. I’ve known her for 7 years and throughout that time I’ve had two separate occasions where I developed feelings for her, first time not that serious but I can’t say that about the second time. Admittedly the second time I surely panicked briefly but the feelings faded both times, what always followed after was that I’d feel insane for even believing I could feel that way about her in the first place.

BUT now it’s back and I’m in a sort of denial about it? I talked about it with another author here before but we ultimately chalked it down to it just being attraction. Now I’m scared that’s not the case?

Last night I went clubbing with some close friends but I ran into (let’s call her Wanda I guess?) while waiting in the line to get in. Wanda looked so damn good, I’m already shorter than her normally but she’d was in all black wearing her platform shoes along with a skirt and a blouse. Wanda and I are touchy drunks(with other friends too) but the way that we’d been last night had me feeling something. Whenever Wanda and I would talk, we’d lean our bodies closer together and start talking directly into each others ears, her hands finding mine after the start of every sentence- one would assume we were doing that because we couldn’t hear one another but it wasn’t loud and when we’d talk to the people around us we’d stay firmly in place. Wanda went out with three friends and one of them was this guy who I knew liked her, I thoroughly enjoyed the fact that he saw me holding her and talking to her in a way that looked intimate.

I didn’t really think much of it last night cause I’d been focused on having a great time, but now that it’s day I’ve realized all of that really put a different angle to the perspective I once had about what I was feeling and why. I hate it, i want it to go away because I’ll always prioritize maintaining our friendship above anything else, this is not something I’ll ever admit to anybody I know but I guess I’m saying all this because I wanted to ask if you’ve ever been in a similar situation and how did you cope? How did it play out for you?

Somebody once told me it might only be attraction and a gauge that I could use to see if it was is imagining a future with them and I wish they hadn’t said that. I’d genuinely believed it was just attraction but I’ve been thinking about that question all day today, the answer to that question has my heart racing at the imagination of it all, but I swear I’d been indifferent to it when I’d first been asked.

The less I think about it, the more I ignore it, the less it feels real so thanks for letting me rant to you gonna go back to gaslighting myself out of this(SI SE PUEDE). Needed to get all this off my chest. 😮‍💨

omg sorry I was already asleep when this went in.

*wears calliope's hat* before we proceed i have a couple of questions:

how long have you known you're attracted to your bestfriend? was it even before you were friends?

have you been in relationships with other women?

(disclaimer: im not a therapist of any sort im just experienced when it comes to being gay cause ive been gay since i was 2 and now im almost thirty lol)

I'm assuming she's straight? so here's my #1 piece of advice is: NEVER FALL FOR STRAIGHT GIRLS

fine, there might be few instances where falling for straight girls will eventually shake their sexuality and give us a shot, but dude, that very rarely happens. Fics, movies, tv series love to portray them often but in reality.... NO.

Feelings for bestfriends WILL pass. I assure you that. Cause yea, I've been in your shoes. I met my best friend in college during sophomore year, and we were from different groups of friends and I intentionally got to know her because I had a crush on her (turns out later on, she also has a crush on me, but it's the type of crush where she finds me pretty so it's basically straight people crush). She had a boyfriend when we became close/bestfriends and I was hang up on her for two years before the feelings finally went away.

Now she's married, and she's still my bestfriend and everytime I think about the past where I was very attracted to her, I'd laugh.

I coped by just letting it run its course. And definitely being interested in someone else helps. Go out there, meet new people, get to know new people. You have the luxury of using a dating app without being judged for it (in the 2010s that's not the case).

Again, whenever possible: DO NOT FALL FOR STRAIGHT GIRLS

The less I think about it, the more I ignore it, the less it feels real so thanks for letting me rant to you gonna go back to gaslighting myself out of this(SI SE PUEDE). - Dude, keep thinking about it. exhaust yourself. go through the drama and the wonderful feeling of being attracted to somebody. it's all part of life. accept that you have feelings for her and then decide: 1- if you want to pursue it 2- if you want to let it pass.

I decided not to pursue it because she's really straight despite the fact that she's touchy and back in college, i'm the only one she'd ever sleep in her apartment and we kissed like 1-2 times on the lips (yes straight girls dont mind)

But in the future, lemme repeat: DO NOT FALL FOR STRAIGHT GIRLS

[beardedhandstoadshark]

Can you share about a fictional character you like and why you adore them? (Any series but if you can specify a title with the character name it'd be super cool!) I love seeing people gush about fictional characters they love. It makes me happy to see the positivity.

Sure! I’ve actually gushed about one of my faves before here, and aside from that my absolutely favorite character is Kirby, from the Kirby series! Both of them are from videogames though, hope that’s cool XD

Anyways, I think he’s what you’d call a comfort character? Lil guy‘s just good vibes all around.

It’s pretty basic really. Kirby loves his friends, food, and napping, he’s pink, and says "hiiiii! :D“ in the most adorable voice ever. Helps people in trouble even without knowing them because it’s the right thing to do and a chance to meet new friends. He’s a bit overeager and tends to rush into action first, then listen later, so he got tricked by more scheming people multiple times, but he’s doing it all with good intentions! The lil guy’s endlessly curious and views the world with literal stars in his eyes, and gets so genuinely exited about all the small wonders of his little world every day.

Despite being utterly adorable, he’s still kicking ass though, fighting against enemies who are way bigger than him with weapons that are also bigger than him! A very brave lil guy. I very much grew up with all that "pink is only for girls and they’re weak“ talk, so seeing this little pink puff rocking both was always nice. (Also fun fact! Kirby going by he is an English thing, in the original they don’t use gendered words for the puffball).

There‘s also The Lore™,which is absolutely wild, and very complicated, but according to it Kirby‘s vibes are so immaculate he might actually be the "good vibes“ reincarnation of the divine being that created the universe named Void, or at least caused Void to reincarnate in his image. Also the power of friendship is real, and he’s got an unlimited amount of that. They even made a whole game about it, Kirby Star Allies. It’s entire premise is about all the friends kirby made along the way of saving the planet, with many of them even being the former bad guys of precious games! He befriends the bad guys of that game, too. They even make photos of their hangout :3

And the thing is, you have this tiny pink puff with rosy cheeks and big eyes here canonically holding the power to destroy worlds, and in any other story it would’ve gone somewhere along the lines of "ohhh it’s actually not that innocent and it’s all super dark and edgy“, and the cut thing turns into some monster with too many teeth, but not with Kirby. All the dead gods and cosmic horror adjacency don’t take away from Kirby’s cuteness, it adds to it. Because Kirby straight up doesn’t care about his own lore.

Like, yeah he cheated death, yea he killed the "destroyer of worlds“, yea the grim reaper has been stalking him in every single intro since 2011 and recently come out to fight for unknown reasons, and yea he can eat the whole universe if he wants to just like Voids last reincarnation-

But he doesn’t want that. He wants to be friends.

Kirby is in love with the world, and the world he lives is made up of the love people have for him. And I don’t just mean that in a figurative way, the producers of this series, HAL Laboratory, absolutely adore their pink puff, and you can even feel that while playing in every small detail they put in all their work. There‘s just so much care put into it way past what most people would notice or was necessary. (Especially when it comes to presentation and soundtrack. Omg, the soundtrack). There‘s just such a warmth surrounding this little guy who’s shaped like a friend and holds love in his hands.

Kirby wants to be friends, play silly games, he wants to eat lots of strawberry cake and take a nap in the grass under a tree and look at butterflies and go on adventures with all his friends and make drawings of all of them and go fishing with his bestie who trains to be just as brave as strong as him and then visit the sleepy but kind king he fought all the way back in his very first adventure but has since become one of his closest friends, and maybe on the way they‘ll meet the mysterious knight who‘s super serious but secretly cares too and likes sweets a lot so maybe they could all eat cake together and when it’s late they can all watch the stars on the roof of the castle and when the moon is high he’ll go to sleep in his warm bed in his tiny house full of pictures of all his friends and adventures, and then the sun will rise and he’ll take a big ol bout of air and jump out the bed and greet the new day with a big"Hiiiii!“ with the stars twinkling in his eyes from the light of the new day that he already knows he’ll love.

Because at the end of the day, that’s what Kirby has always been and will be about, love.

And I love Kirby for it :)

[shadowofahope]

Gambler's Ruin

Warnings: Swearing, toxic friendships

Pairing: college students!BTS x reader

Premise: It was a bet gone wrong. A bet they didn't think they'd loose.

Author’s notes: Hello! This one was inspired by the tropes of a 'BET'. I realized I'd get super frustrated with the OC's, if it was me I'd be mad. Beyond mad, so I wanted to do one were OC would get mad as well. Sorry this is me projecting this time!

Word count: 2.6K

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“The tweedles wanted to know if we were gonna hit up Taemins party this weekend.” Plopping down at one of your university's library table, one that your close friend has currently sprawled out a cluster of study material. Every fibre of his being looks like it’s completely absorbed into the text.

“Dunno. What'd you tell them?” Hoseok replies, not looking up from his books and laptop.

“That I’d check with you first, you have the last mid term next Tuesday.” You shrug, knowing full well that he wasn’t looking. You pull out your phone to scroll through your Insta feed. You often stay with Hoseok while he studied and you had a free block. A silent company you both enjoyed.

Everyone knew that when the 5 of your showed up at a party, it was officially a banger. The other 3 of your friend group tending to opt out. They weren’t really parting goers and you could understand why. They had other interests that took up their spare time. As the 8 of your struggles through studies you’d either be together or on most Friday nights the 5 of you would be out. 

It had been like it since you transferred mid semester a few months ago. The youngest 3, plus Hoseok calling you over one day out of the blue to ask if you were new. Upon saying you were, they instantly decided you’d be there friend. You weren’t sure at first, you didn’t want to make friends. But meeting the rest of the guys, you had quickly fallen into place. You were all similar in some ways, so it wasn’t hard to lose your reservations.

“Um… babed, I need to talk to you about something.” His normally steady chipper voice coming out somber, a slight tremble. You peer up at him over your phone. He’s abandoned his studying completely to face you. 

“Uh, yea. What wrong?” Placing your phone on the table you equally give him your attention.

“Fuck, I don't even know where to start.” If you though his voice sounded strained and trembling before, you were really worried now.

“Spit it out man, you’re freaking me out.” You push. 

“Shit ok, me and a couple of the guys made a bet the first time we met you, that we could make you fall for one of us. It’s stupid and immature and I’m sorry I even took part in it. But this friendship is more important then that and I didn’t want you to find out from someone else.” His words spew out of him like they burn his mouth. The faster he gets it out the less pain you’d both endure.

Each word takes you by surprise, you don’t react right away. Allowing yourself to contemplate his words carefully. 

“Who else?” 

“That’s not really for me to say, they should be telli-“ He tries.

“The tweedles then” You knew already. Somehow you always knew there was something off.

“Wh-” 

“It was kinda obvious. They have a reputation for playing with girls. I’ve had multiple old conquests of theirs come up to warn me about them.” You give him a reassuring look. Besides you in the party group he was the only one with a decent reception with women. His ex only had ever said sweet things about him, so it was shocking to hear that he was in on it. 

However, people do crazy things during heartbreak and you did transfer in shortly after they separated. You’d give him the benefit of the doubt. He was telling you about it and he seemed sincere.

“Hell Jimin was bragging to Namjoon about the girl he took home weeks ago. And dumb and dumber were arguing over which one of them the waitress winked at the other weekend. You’d think they’d outgrown that shit by now, but I guess that’s Tae and jk for you” You continue. “And thank you for telling me.”

“I’m just I’m glad you hadn’t fallen for any of them yet” His breathing evening out now in relief. “I would have hated myself if you had but didn’t know.” 

That makes you stop.

“Yet? I wouldn’t have.” Your amused scoff takes him by surprise. You watch his face contort into suspicion.

“Really? You’re telling me none of them have a chance.”

“Yes that’s exactly what I’m telling you. They’re not my type.” You were baffled. Did he seriously not notice your outward pining for a particular friend of theirs. “Besides I already like someone… and I here thought I was making that disgustingly obvious”

You give him a moment to mull over your words, you can almost see the words turning, the gears smoking. Before his realization crashes down on him. 

“That’s what all those marriage jokes are?! You like Yoongi?” Forgetting where you are he voice reaching too loud. Many hushes and shushes are directed towards your table. You don’t even flinch, watching him in amusement as we apologizes to the others around him before turning back to you.

You let out a dramatically long sigh, “He hasn’t said no yet, he may ignore it but one day I’ll wear him down” 

You shoot him a wink.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

“That I am not my friend, so will you be my best man or are you gonna be his at our wedding? Because honestly I don’t think I’m willing to give you up now, your speech would be one for the books”

“You are crazy” Finally a smile cracks on his dumbstruck face.

“Crazy in love~” you sing sweetly leaning into him.

“You’re gross.” He chuckles, pushing you away from him.

“And you my sunshine are going to buy me dinner as your apology and we are going to discuss wedding decor.” 

Slinging your arm around his shoulder you wiggle your eyebrows at him. He attempts to muffle his laugh in his hands, muttering a ‘deal’ to your demands.

For now you’d think over what you knew. You had to find out what was more important now: your friendship or their stupid bet.

Because either way they were about to lose.

🎪🎭🎪🎭

Sitting in the canteen of the university, you can hear the chattering around you, but your too lost in thought to notice anything. You’re staring idly at your phone, boots up on the table unable to reign in your annoyance. The tweedles had messaged about meeting up for lunch, you had agreed, unknowingly to them, under terms of interrogating them about their little bet. However, something in the air had changed when you saw them walk in. They waved at you before grabbing food and then heading over. You fell into your regular banter and small talk, body still reclined against the plastic chair, now not held up by tension, but an underlying need to know. What was more important to them.

So you hatched your plan right there and then. 

“Everything ok?” Jungkook chimes at you from across the table. “Not eating today?”

“Yea just not hungry. Heard something today and it makes me feel sick.” You reply solemnly, purposefully being vague. Your eyes soft as you meet his, not giving anything away. 

“What?” Taehyung pipes up next to you.

You fight against yourself, wanting to smirk, but you maintain a somber appearance. You knew they would take the bait

“I heard from the other campus that there’s a group of guys tricking girls into liking them. Apparently they have some sick wager on it, these poor girls.” You sigh deeply, shaking your head in disapproval. “And for these guys to just drop the girl after. How can some people be so heartless?”

You ignore the startled and pointed looks the give each other. Pretending not to see the panic as you focus your gaze back on your phone. Giving them a few moments of silence to answer, to respond in some way. When they don’t you try again.

“Why can’t people just be honest? To use others emotions for a twisted game. If it were me, I’d let it go if they told me the truth. Like it’s a shitty way to start a friendship but if it means something, it makes it so much worse.”

It felt like eternity before you hear one of them speak again.

“Some people are just shitty….” Jimin’s voice croaks out, your eyes snapping up to his. You keep your risin emotions to yourself.

“Good thing I met you guys then huh?” One eyebrow lifting in a double meaning, a true test.

“Yea” Jungkook laughs awkwardly. “You sure are lucky.” 

You give them your best fake laugh, noticing out of the corner of your eye their once again not so subtle looks of terror aimed at eachother as they laughed with you.

“Just ignore all that kind of talk y/n” Taehyung nudged you. “Let’s focus on your birthday coming up!”

Deflection…great. 

“Exactly! Did you manage to secure the vip room for your favourite club?”

Superficial conversation overtakes the group. Your birthday only a few weekends away, once a time you were vibrating with sheer excitement of the party’s shenanigans and now a sense of dread circles around you. Dread and annoyance. 

Continuing to act like your friendship with these men weren’t in shambles began to weigh on you. You finding it harder and harder to keep the fake smiles from cracking, the fake laughs from bubbling into something vile. 

By the time they left for their classes you were ready to set fire to the building. You wanted to watch it all burn. They lied to you. Not well either. That was the twisted part, if you had blatantly paid attention to their reactions they would have known that you knew that it was them. But because you acted oblivious to it being them, they played it off. You gave them the perfect chance to explain themselves. 

Maybe they needed a few days to let your words sink in before telling you? You just hoped that was the case. 

🎪🎭☄️🎭

Everytime you brought it up or someone mentioned something they 3 of them would get progressively more uncomfortable. Opting to running away or coming up with some lame excuse. So you stopped looking for them, you stopped replying to the gc, stopped going out with them on friday nights. 

You and Hoseok however were getting closer. You two would go out partying together, lunches would now be spent with him and Yoongi, which you could not be more thankful for, and meeting up between classes. Slowly, thanks to Hoseok, Yoongi would ask you to hang out more one on one, inviting you out to his favourite record stores and other places he enjoyed. His blank face now breaking into a soft smile around you more and more.

It had been 3 weeks since that day in the canteen and still nothing from the tweedles. You had a free morning this morning, so instead of steeping in your own annoyance at the situation you decided to grab a coffee at the cafe down the street then head to your favourite park, a book Namjoon had recommended in hand. Choosing a spot near the shore, to watch the morning sun sparkle against the blue water, tide swishes back and forth. 

You had settled down on the grass, a comfortable silence….well it was.

“What the hell is going on with you lately?” Taehyungs voice boomed from behind you, anger radiating into your back like a dagger. 

“Well good morning to you too Taehyung. Oh and a lovely morning to you Jungkook and Jimin.” You don’t bother looking up from your book. You know if Taehyung was there so would the other two. He would be too chicken shit to come up to you on his own. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook now interrogates. It was almost laughable at how offended they sound, especially considering you were the one who should be.

“Well I was reading outside enjoying me free time until 3 lumbering lugnuts showed up aggressively not bidding me a good morning.” You sigh deeply before bookmarking your page and turning to face them. “but please do elaborate on your question.” 

“You’ve been avoiding us for weeks, what the fuck gives?” Now apparently Jimins turn.

“I have not been avoiding. I just haven’t been going out of my way for you. I literally spoke to you and Jungkook yesterday.” You’re already exhausted, collecting yourself you stand up.

“That was about an assignment and then you dipped on us.” 

“We want our best friend back” 

“Best friend?” You scoff so hard you almost choke. This was ridiculous. “You sure about that? Or is your memory a little fuzzy from the lack of your shared brain cell.”

“Wha-?” 

“We must have different definitions of bestfriends because mine doesn’t include sleeping with them to win money.” Your irritation clearly shows on your face now.

“Hoseok told you” Taehyung whispers, voice faltering.

“Hoseok outted himself. He never mentioned you guys. No you guys did that yourselves. You’re not subtle about the way you treat girls. Hell I know most of the girls, I do live in the dorms remember.” You can’t stop your eyes from rolling. “You treat girls like shit. The only people you don’t look down on are your friends because you have weird superiority complexes. If anything being your friend before hand made it impossible for me to have any attraction to you.” 

“We swear that we wanted to be your friend because of a bet, but it’s not like that now. Not after we got to know you.” Jimin tries to explain, you shake your head at his words.

“Any confessions of friendship mean nothing coming out of your mouths. I can’t trust anything you say. Up until this moment, of me dragging it out in the open, you were still working on winning your little bet.” Your anger simmers barely under the surface. “I gave you the perfect opportunity to come clean. But you chose to lie to me instead.”

“We were scared” 

Anger bursts out of your chest. The simmering now an over bubbling pot, no one able to turn the heat down. 

“Scared? Hoseok was scared when he risked our friendship by telling me the truth. You are cowards trying to save yourself. Puppies with their tails between their legs because they know they’ve done something wrong.” You bite. Fear slapped across their faces as you yell at them. 

For the first time since meeting them you had never raised your voice or been annoyed with their idiotic antics, but this was passed that. You pissed at them, and they had brought it upon themselves. 

“Don’t bother coming to my birthday, your names are off the guest list.” Finaliing your decision you storm off, book and coffee in hand. 

With or without them you were still going to have a good party. You weren’t going to let this affect your night. Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon and Seokjin all said they were coming as well as all your other friends. They were all you needed. 

You were shocked when Yoongi said he’d be there, but he said he had something special to give you for your birthday. You had joke about it being a wedding ring, telling him to call you Mrs. Min Yoongi. He just rolled his eyes and told you not to get ahead of yourself. It engulfed your spark of hope into a forest fire. So you wouldn't let this ruin your excitement. 

This was a bad wager. They didn’t take into account who you are. This was a Gambler’s ruin.

🎪🔥💀🌋

‘Gambler’s Ruin: A gambler playing a game with negative expected value will eventually go broke, regardless of their betting system’

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[rinbowaman]

babyy 🥹🥹 my reireiiiii im backk!! how are you my loves??!!! i missed you so damn much you dont even knowwww!!!!! I really wanted to just sit and talk to you all day but now is the only time I got to message youu i’ve been really really reaallllyyyy busy with school since I already started and work + the ballet lessons (ik I do this daily but stilllll its quite tiring) + everyday after classes I had to stop by my grandma’s house to help her with stuff (its only for two and a half weeks but goddd its tiring too) so you can imagine how busy i’ve been but not to worry though im doing fine and healthy, and for the past week I became a silent reader of yours!! just liking every post haha but yea im really glad to now have the time to message you and way all the things i’ve been wanting to saaayyy 🥹🥹🥹💗💗💗

enough about me how about you?!!! how have you been??!! what did I miss?? I like to say i’m keeping updated but just in case…what’d I miss omggg

by the way I absolutely loveddddd that one shot and im ngl its new to see a fic of urs thay doesnt have that much of a yandere heeseung but its still so good either way I swearrr you put a spell on me on every one-shot and chapter you post because I think about it for daaayyysssssss!!!! but ugh the tension and the angst in that fic was just *chefs kiss we love soft, needy, regretting hee

BTW DT RECENT CHAPTER WAS SO MFING JUICY I CANTTTTTTTTT the smut part/s in there was WHOOO DAMN THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A SMUT SCENE it always got me sweating and weak in the kneesssss the car smut was the one that’s engraved in my mind good lorddd it just randomly pops up in my head and at the worst times too ugh I could be in a lecture and that smut scene would just play in my mind holy shiiiiiitttt rei ur impeccable and i’d say a master AND QUEEN at these scenes🥵🥵

the girls though are taking a whack at my patience 😐

I can’t say and promise to you that i’ll bombard ur asks like the good ole’ days and quite frankly I feel like the next would be in a couple days but im just glad I got to message you again ☹️

will eagerly and definitely wait for your reply👀👀 my absolute favorite darling and beautiful smart gifted girl (hope I still am ur favs 🤞🏻🤞🏻) hell i’d search the whole dictionary for a word to describe you but none is and will ever be enough.

MWAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU SO SO SO SOOO MUCHHHH

keep writing and doing your goddamn deliciously brilliant work my reirei i’ll always be here whether in ur asks or in the likes section hehe

- ur fav (?) girly, nik/lana💕

my girl!!! ♥️ I had a heethan moment when i saw your message, the whole "pretty baby! you--you came to me....." lol! i missed you so much! i've been doing good, i've been busy as well. been helping out the parents with their business and then spending whatever free time i have drafting up the one shots/requests and the chapters 😉 i'm so happy to hear from you, i know you've been very busy so no need to explain, you do you girl. i'm just so glad to see you once in a while when i can! did you enjoy the one shots? i've been working on the upcoming chapter of TO and also, HHP's next chapter is coming soon 😉 real soon! i can't wait for you to read it. how is ballet practice? how is school? and work?

[hahahahahangst]

Not a big deal (Dean Winchester birthday fic)

Context: Season 5/6 transition. Emily (Dean and Sam’s little sister) and Dean just moved into Lisa’s house. Settling into normal life is hard, but they’re doing their best.

Warning! This fic is set in Be The Young, my supernatural fanfiction. Although, there are no TWs here (this is all nice and fun, I promise I can write happy things (?))

“Good morning.” Smiled Emily, entering the kitchen. She looked around. “Where’s Lisa?” 

Dean finally raised his eyes from his cup of coffee. “Extra shift at work.” He exhaled, clearly tired. 

“That’s a shame.” Said Emily, starting the coffee machine. “But on the other side, I managed to get rid of work today.” 

“Good.” He drank more coffee, sleepily staring in front of him. “God, I am so tired.” 

“Why don’t you call in sick today? You’ve been working non-stop since we got here. It’s been what, two months? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take a day off.”

“Well, cars break even on the weekend.” 

“Yeah, but you’re not the only mechanic in Cicero.” Dean scowled at her, understanding the hunting analogy. Emily smirked. “Just saying, you know. If you were totake one day off, today would be the perfect day.” 

“We’ve been off from our actual job for a month now.” 

It was Emily’s turn to scowl at him. “We’re retired. Not the same thing.”

“Whatever.” He dismissed her. “Why today?”

Emily, confused, waited a second to see if he would start laughing. He didn’t. “Dean, come on.” 

“What? Is it your birthday? I didn’t think you would care.” Emily kept staring at him. “...Ben’s birthday?” She covered her eyes with her hand and started laughing. “Lisa’s..? Why are you laughing?!” 

“It’s your birthday, Dean!” Like raised from a trance, Dean turned towards the calendar that was hanging on the wall next to the door.

“Oh, right.” He shrugged. “Why does it matter? We’ve never celebrated a single birthday.” 

“And?” 

“And I’m surprised you even know my birthday!” 

“What do you mean? Me and Sam have been buying you that pie you like so much every single year for what, five years? Of course I know your birthday!” Dean turned towards her, confused. 

“You have?” 

“Of course!” She laughed. “What do you say if this year we celebrate properly?” She hopped off the counter and retrieved his empty coffee cup to move it to the sink.

“I don’t know, Emily, it’s… it’s really not a big deal.” 

“You’re right: it’s a normal people deal.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Seriously? You’re gonna play that card?” 

“Yeah.” She proudly replied. Dean still didn’t seem on board. “Come on.” Dean exhaled. 

“Alright… what did you have in mind?” He said, giving in to his sister’s request.

“It’s a surprise-”

“No, no, come on. You know I hate surprises.” 

“You’ll love this one.” She smiled. “Trust me.” 

Dean stared at her for a second. “Alright.” He allowed. Emily excitedly giggled. “Okay, so I’ll pick you up at 7, okay? Just be ready by then.” Dean rolled his eyes, but accepted nonetheless. 

At 7 o’clock, Emily arrived back from all the errands she had to run, a bunch of plastic bags in the back of her car, and honked. In a matter of seconds, Dean opened the door and walked towards the car. “Get in loser, we’re going shopping!” She joked, rolling her window down as he approached her. With a grimace, Dean went around the car and sat next to her. She started driving away. 

“So, where are going?” He asked. 

“Not saying.” She smiled. “But hopefully you’ll love it.” As they moved away from the city, Dean started to grow more curious. When Emily parked, he inspected his surrounding from the car. It was dark, but in the shadow he could distinguish the shape of some sort of house. “Alright, come on.” Said Emily, exiting the car. She retrieved all the plastic bags from the backseat and started walking towards the cabin. Dean followed her, uncertain.

Emily opened the door and turned on the light in the cabin. It was very simple: there was a couch, a tv and a fireplace. That was about it. She had spent the entire morning cleaning it after years of abandonment.

“Where are we?” Asked Dean, confused. 

“I present to you the Singer family summer mansion.” She said, theatrically gesturing towards the inside of the house.

“This is Bobby’s?” 

“Yeah, says he hasn’t been here in decades, but he still had a key.” 

“Well, why are we here?” 

“For your birthday, why else?” Emily closed the door behind her and started lighting the fire place. “What? Were you expecting strippers and poker?” She joked. 

Dean shrugged. “Well, a little bit.” 

“I know you far too well to do something like that.” She stood back up from the fire and placed all the plastic bags on the table. “So, we got all party necessity: food…” She listed, taking out some chinese food containers. “...food….” She took out some fast food. “...we also have beer.” She unwrapped a six pack. “Anything we’re missing?” She smirked, looking at Dean. 

“Well, if I were to guess I would say that bag contains pie.” He said, pointing at the last plastic bag. 

“...and you would be perfectly right!” She smiled. “We got not one, not two, but three pies.” She placed all the pies on the table. “But no birthday would be complete if we didn’t have candles!” She took out a smaller plastic bag containing blue birthday cakes s[elling out number 3 and number 1. Dean could not contain his smile. 

“Are you going to sing me happy birthday?” He joked. 

“Oh, of course not.” She said, serious. “We’re adults.” She stopped for a second and smirked. “The candles will. Here…” She opened one of the pies and placed the candles on top of it. When she lit the first one up, it started emitting sounds. As Dean focused, he recognized Rumble on from Led Zeppeling being very crackly played by the candle. 

“Happy birthday!” Smiled Emily, holding the cake in front of his face. “Make a wish!”

[golbrocklovely]

since i have nothing to post until my 13 nights of halloween...

here are more of colby’s tweets from 2019.

i'm leaving out december, bc it needs to be its own post since there are so many from that time (bc he did a mini q&a).

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

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Oct. 5 - HALLOWEEN IS THE BEST HOLIDAY

Oct. 7 - i’m sick of most people in LA

@/MODSUN: But i love u

you’re an exception Mod

Oct. 9 - i hope your left toe doesn’t look like that lmao (reply to someone)

his eyebrows, hair, eyes, nose, skin EVERYTHING IS PERFECT @/ColbyBrock u need some chapstick tho

Oct. 11 - my lips are constantly chapped what do i do

Oct. 12 - life’s a party sorry mom

Oct. 13 - i have so much love to give

Oct. 15 - it’s crazy how much i play something up in my mind when in reality it doesn’t even matter at all

Oct. 17 - i never thought i’d say this .. but early november i’m dropping a Country song.. with a music video get ready

Oct. 20 - so happy to hear you guys are enjoying the new series. we’ve poured everything into this

Oct. 21 - everything’s so much easier when you have a best friend to fall back on

Oct. 23 - life’s been a lot more …. enjoyable ever since i met you

Oct 24 - i’m the bad guy

@/DavidAlvareeezy: Prove it. Break my heart

you won’t like me when i’m angry

Oct. 25 - i wanna be your escape from reality

Oct. 28 - if i’m not leaving the house i’m wearing the same thing everyday

i just wanna make cool shit. new forms of art. doesn’t matter what

Nov. 2 - stay strong brother (about aaron <3)

Nov. 3 - i wonder if my postmates driver eats my french fries

i’m tired of shitty dudes trying to fight me at the club for literally no reason

(to this day… his HOTTEST tweet. no i will not explain further lol)

i miss making the legendary trap house videos there i said it

Nov. 7 - your reminder that you have so much purpose. life’s just a game that can be easily beatable. you’ll know why soon

Nov. 10 - just cartwheeled the red carpet at @/peopleschoice awards why are we like this

Random Fan: @/ColbyBrock : I’d date a fan Also colby: continues to ignore all of us and likes basically all of amber‘s instagram pictures

@/AmberScholl: um yea what’s up with that?? only “basically all” it should be ALL smh

Nov. 13 - one sec

Nov. 14 - please take care of yourself and put your phone down every once in a while

Nov. 15 - if the world was ending tonight who would be by your side ? keep those people close to you

Nov. 16 - i pass out at 8pm just to be wide awake now at 3am so i can’t fall asleep then i’m so tired the next day and i fall asleep at 8pm again. lmao why

@/itscoreyscherer: Same

lonely hours

Nov. 19 - i need a girl who’s not afraid to go to haunted places with me

(yo the amount of replies this got??? insane lol)

Nov. 20 - update : i’m still a crackhead

Nov. 25 - i don’t have many friends cause it’s hard for me to let people in

Nov. 26 - save the koalas

Nov. 27 - i’ve always thought @/SamGolbach had BDE… birth day energy #happy23rd

run into random lady at the grocery store: “hey aren’t you that kid from vine?” “yup, that’s me” “…. what ever happened to you?” thanks.

Nov. 29 - you guys have my back, and im forever grateful for that

(sksksks the DRAMA of this tweet…. good times.)