#comparable to hanging around in boxer shorts more or less I think

[canisalbus]

EQUESTRIAN VASCO and here I thought I couldn't love your ocs anymore 😩 as an equestrian it is so nice when you find someone who also has equestrian ocs!!

It is literally so hard to find equestrian ocs outside of the immediate equine art community and its a nice breath of fresh air! <3

Yeah! He's an outdoorsy type and wealthy enough to keep horses, I reckon he's been riding since very young age and usually gets along with animals well. On top of that, his hobbies include falconry, hunting and fencing.

Please temper your expectations though, I know very little about horses, how they work and what you do with them ´v`' There's a good chance I might get things backwards despite my best efforts.

[angry-geese]

Can I request nsfw+fluff gojo x fem!reader? (established relationships) Just gojo being horny and needy after weeks not seeing reader due to work. (Uuuu and may I add breeding kink too <3 ) Lmaooo what's wrong with me✋🏻😔 I love your works btw and just take your time💕💕 here *slides a cookie 🍪 *

YESSSS gojo + breeding kink is top tier. i got a little carried away with this one lol

When We Meet Again

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Warnings: shameless smut. oral (fem receiving), creampies, mating press, unprotected sex, fingering, fluff and smut. slight somnophilia (kinda??) fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

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It's well past midnight by the time he gets home.

Save for a single light in the kitchen, the apartment is dark. Leftover pastries sit out on the counter, covered with a bowl to keep bugs from getting to them, alongside your keys, and an empty mug of tea. A grocery list has been stuck to the fridge. A rack of dishes sits beside the sink, drying.

You're not in your usual spot on the couch. He's not surprised. It's late. And though you don't have work in the morning, you were never one to stay up so long. You must have gone to bed already. You might have stayed up had he bothered to tell you he was coming home. But he didn't. His plans changed at the last moment, and not even he knew he'd be back so soon.

He hates being gone this long. He misses sleeping in his own bed. Sometimes he forgets just how cold a bed can be without someone else in it.

The door to your shared room is open. Though it's dark. There's a faint green glow from the alarm clock on the side table. The moon is full enough tonight to provide a bit of light; a pale silver glow fills the room. And there you are, curled up on his side of the bed. In one of his shirts. A black button up that’s a bit too big for you, with sleeves that hang well past your fingertips.

It's not like he can refuse. If he’s getting called out to help, then there's probably not someone who can go in his place. The strongest doesn't really have time to take a vacation. He’s on call 24/7. Between his teaching job at Jujutsu Tech, and the major clans of Jujutsu society constantly demanding his attention, he’s rather short on free time.

It was a tedious job. Not worth his time. Not particularly tough, albeit time consuming. But the previous two sorcerers came back with nothing. And so he was sent out. Cleaning up someone else's mess.

The first week he called every day. The job wasn’t supposed to take any longer than that. Or so you both assumed. As the second rolled through, your calls grew shorter, and less frequent. He found himself frustrated with the lack of contact. It wasn't either of your faults. Your work called for you to be out during the little free time he had. Overtime. When you did have time to call each other, you were often exhausted, and short with him. The distance was putting a strain on your relationship.

The worst part of it all; he couldn't fuck you. And for a man that could go multiple rounds in a day, that was miserable. His love language is touch. Not being able to hold you was… well, miserable.

You don't really know the extent of the effect you have on him.

He's too tired to change, and he showered before he left, so he strips to his boxers and pulls his side of the blankets aside. Tomorrow is laundry day anyway. You always choose Sundays for laundry day, because that's the day before you have to go back to work. There's just enough room between you and the edge of the bed for him to slip in.

When something makes him stop dead in his tracks.

It's your voice. You’re calling out his name. You aren't awake, and though you do sometimes talk in your sleep, tonight is different. When it does happen, it's usually nonsense. Soft, endearing babble that he can't help but listen to. He says your name, softly, but you don't respond. Enough moonlight streams in through the window to see your face. Your brows are knit in concentration—possibly frustration—and sweat beads in your hairline.

Are you having a nightmare?

The bed dips under his weight as he sits, resting a hand on your thigh. Your skin is rather warm, he notes. You roll over onto your side, burying your face in his pillow. He pulls the blankets up, tucking them around your shoulders, as you’ve kicked them down by your feet in your sleep.

There it is again. You say his name, but there's a level of desperation behind it.

There's no denying the wetness between your thighs. You squeeze your thighs together in an unconscious attempt to get some relief. Your breathing is labored.

It's only a moment later that the realization kicks in.

The grin that splits his face can only be described as malicious in nature.

His hand creeps higher on your thigh, nudging the hem of your—his—shirt up. You’re not wearing anything underneath. The sight of your slick cunt is nearly enough to make his cock stand to attention.

His gaze falls to the curve of your hips, just barely illuminated by the moonlight. He likes the light of you in his shirt a little more than he likes to admit. Though he’s never been quiet about how much he appreciates your body.

Your body freezes the moment his thumb grazes across your slit. So does he. You’re so wet. Must be a real nice dream. You roll onto your back, your legs parted slightly. The soft gasps and moans that leave you are like music to his ears. Gojo takes this as an invitation to continue, his hand moving further up your thigh, lazily tracing circles into it.

You must've missed him more than he expected.

Your body registers that someone is touching you before it registers just who is doing such. In your sleepy, dream-ridden state you don't recognize the figure in front of you. In the dim light of the room, you can make out a mess of white hair, and the reflection of dark, round glasses shoved up into his hairline. Gojo’s eyes practically reflect in the dark.

You jolt awake, sitting up. “Jesus christ-”

“‘S just me, Mochi,” he says, though it does little to settle your nerves.

If you weren't awake before, you certainly are now.

“What? You watch people in their sleep now?!” You scold. “‘Toru- you scared the hell out of me!”

You flop back on the bed. The blankets pool around your hips. You reach to pull them back up, finding your bed colder than usual.

"You were calling out my name." He says.

"Oh," you say, and though there's little light in the room, he watches your face flush, "must have been dreaming about you."

“Wanna recreate what you were dreaming?” He asks. Rather smugly, might you add.

You roll your eyes. “Go to sleep.”

"Scoot over then. I'm gonna fall off the bed."

This prompts an evil sounding giggle from you, followed by a: "fall then."

"Alright," he says, rolling over to lay on you, throwing his arm around your waist. You’re effectively pinned under him, as the awkward angle won't allow you any leverage to throw him off. He attacks the exposed part of your neck with kisses, sucking hickeys into the flesh of your neck and shoulders. His hair tickles your skin.

“‘Toru- stop!” You squeal. “Let me go-”

“Not until you apologize,” he says, planting a wet kiss on your jaw.

“Never!”

“Then I guess I won't let you go.”

His arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you flush to his chest. One of his hands finds your own, his fingers lacing with yours. His legs tangle with yours in a way that holds them in place. Worming out of his grip in this position would be a near impossible task.

You suppose there’s worse fates than this.

It would be easier to stay awake if he wasn't so warm. Or if he didn't smell so nice. Or if he wasn't softly rocking your body with each breath he takes. His thumb traces soft circles around your knuckles. Gojo’s breath is warm against your neck, making goosebumps rise along the soft flesh. The steady sound of it is almost enough to lull you to sleep.

"I missed you." You say. Your voice is almost too soft to hear.

“I know.” He says. His arms give your midsection a reaffirming squeeze. “I missed you too.”

“How was work?”

“A shitshow,” he says, leaning to nip at your earlobe, “but I get to come home to you, so it’s not all bad. How’s everything been around here?”

“Quiet.” You say. “Kinda boring without you. I wish you told me you’d be home tonight. I would have done something special.”

“It was a spur of the moment decision.” He says. “I didn't expect to be home so soon either.”

“We should do something tomorrow, then,” you say, “a new ramen place opened up down the street. You know where the old bakery used to be? They leased the place out.”

Gojo hums in response. Ramen sounds nice. Especially now. But he’s too tired and too horny to worry about food. Why have ramen when he has a meal right in front of him? Or a snack, as he often likes to call you. To which you roll your eyes, but there's no denying how he makes you blush.

You take back what you said about finding it easy to sleep. He’s moving around a bit too much for that. Gojo isn't subtle about it either. Nothing about the man is. He foregos subtly in favor of announcing nearly everything he does. Loudly. Who would dare stop him?

But you guess it's part of his charm. His dorky, sappy charm. You’ve kind of signed up for it, so you’re not complaining.

You scoot away from the edge of the bed a bit, thinking he needs more room. Gojo pulls you back to his chest, thinking you’re trying to run away from him.

“Quit squirming.” You hiss.

“Sorry Mochi,” he says, “just tryna get comfortable.”

And he really does mean it. But he’s been gone from you for so long that he's forgotten how nice your body feels against his. A little too nice, he’ll admit. Phone sex is nice, but it's not the same as the real thing. It gets old after a while. His hand doesn't quite compare to yours. Or the real thing. Something hard presses against your thigh from behind.

That's when it clicks. You just smell so nice. Your body is so warm against his. You look so nice in his shirt. Can you really blame him for getting hard?

You aren't sure he knows that you know. You shift a bit. It appears you’re only trying to get comfortable. His grip around your waist loosens, allowing you to settle a bit closer to him. You can't help it if your shirt rides up a bit, exposing the perfect curve of your ass. He prefers you in nothing at all, though the sight of you wearing his clothes is certainly a nice one. Any sight of you is. Gojo is shameless in the way he adores your body.

Once settled, his arms return to your waist. His head falls into the crook of your neck. He’s doing little to hide the tent he sports in his boxers. Maybe he thinks you don't notice. Or maybe he’s trying to ignore it.

“Stop that,” he says.

“I'm not doing anything,” you say, with the same evil giggle as before.

“Why do I not believe you?”

His lips find your neck, sucking a dark mark into your pulsepoint. The sudden sensation of lips on your neck makes you squeal. In your ear he coos every sappy nickname in the book that makes you blush.

You hardly notice as his hand trails lower. Your legs part just enough for him to slip his hand between them. He does nothing but seek out your warmth. Yet.

A familiar tension returns to your stomach. It's not unpleasant.

So that's what he was doing. Not that you’re complaining.

“Missed you, Mochi,” he says, gasping at the wet feeling of your cunt, “missed you so much. You have any clue what it's like being around all those weird old men all day? For days on end, no end in sight?”

It always surprises you just how bad the man can be with words, yet how good he is with his mouth.

His fingers find your clit, drawing lazy circles around the bundle of nerves. Your breath catches in your throat. You can't deny how nice his long fingers feel inside of you.

“Seems like you’ve missed me too.” He says, his breath warm against your ear.

“Whatever you want to think, old man,” you say. Though you have missed him. You always do. But there's some fun to be had by teasing him.

“Old man?!” He sounds genuinely hurt. “Don't be like that. I know you like having me around.”

“Oh really? What makes you think that?”

His fingers move to press into the tight entrance of your cunt, his thumb brushing across your clit. The soft gasp that leaves you is practically music to his ears. To give him credit, he is good with his hands.

“Did you think about me while I was gone,” he coos, “did you touch yourself while you did it? I did. Couldn't keep my mind off this sweet cunt of yours. I think I want a taste.”

Your only response is a soft moan. Heat pools low in your stomach, growing in intensity with each skilled movement of his hand. He moves so you can lay on your back. Your hands find the sheets, holding them in a death grip. Gojo nudges your legs further apart with one of his knees.

The kiss he pulls you into is uncharacteristically soft, and needy. He moans nearly as loud as you when you nibble on his bottom lip, hips lips parting, allowing the strong muscle of your tongue to explore his mouth.

Your hands work to undo the top few buttons of your shirt, exposing your breasts. His free hand comes up to grope appreciatively at your tits. Gojo has never been shy about how much he adores them. Or shy ever, to his credit. You’re his, and he would show you off to the world if you’d let him.

But sometimes he prefers to steal you into his domain, and hold you there. Close. Where you’ll always be at his side. The one place in this universe he can truly promise you’ll be safe.

You hardly notice as his kisses trail down your neck. Down the valley between your breasts. Working the last few buttons of your shirt open with his long fingers. What you do notice is the sudden absence of his hand.

Your legs part to give him room to settle between them. His head rests on your stomach. His warm breath tickles your skin.

"You gonna let me have a taste?" He asks, nipping at your thigh.

You swallow hard, eyes locked on him. Slowly, you nod.

You gasp at the feeling of his warm tongue, licking a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound. He's not touching you where you need him most. And that frustrates you. You buck your hips up towards his mouth, eliciting a soft laugh from him. He can't tease you too long. His cock is painfully hard, leaking against his thigh in his boxers. He can only hold himself back for so long.

You freeze at the feeling of a hot tongue against your clit.

Gojo eats pussy like a starving man, presented with his favorite meal. He does nothing short of savoring you. How you smell, how you taste, how you sound. He's shameless in how he adores this. Gojo moans nearly as loud as you at the taste of your cunt. Sweeter than his favorite dish. Meant to be savored.

You can't deny that he's good with his mouth. His tongue works circles around your clit, drawing gasps and moans from you.

Heat builds in your stomach, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm. One that comes upon you far sooner than expected.

Maybe you’re more pent up than you thought.

Your thighs clench around his head as you cum hard. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his tongue, working you through it with his skilled mouth. He’d stay with his head between your legs forever if you’d let him. Which you don't, as overstimulation soon registers in your lust addled mind, and you shove his head away.

The lower half of his face glistens in the dim light, wet with saliva, and your own slick. He’s far from subtle in the way he licks his lips, or groans at your taste. He may have gotten a bit too excited. It's not unlike him to get carried away. How can he resist a fertile cunt like yours?

“I think you should taste yourself,” he says. His hands move to cup your face as he pulls you into a kiss. You taste yourself on his lips. His hardened cock grinds against his thigh.

“‘Toru-” you whine.

“What's the matter baby?” He coos. “Use your words.”

“Fuck me.” You say. “I need you, ‘Toru. I need your cock in me.”

“Why didn't you say so?” He says, though the desperation in his voice is palpable.

He wastes no time in shoving his boxers down his hips, freeing his cock.

He’s not the most intimidating in size, but his cock is nice, and fairly thick, with a slight upward curve. The patch of hairs towards the base are soft, and white. Generally you don't need a whole lot of prep to take him. Which is helpful when he can't keep his hands to himself, and insists on fucking you in the bathroom during dinner. As much as he likes to take his time with you, he’ll take you anywhere you’ll let him. At work, or over every flat surface of your apartment. Not a single room of your home was spared. Not that either of you mind.

“Gotta work you open first,” he says, “don't want you to be too tight, do we?”

Between his saliva, and your own slick, you put up little resistance. He’s able to slide one finger in. Then a second, with no issue. His fingers curve, stroking your g-spot. His thumb works soft circles around your sensitive clit as he works you open with his fingers. Really, this is unnecessary. Your cunt is practically dripping with your own arousal.

He makes a show of licking his fingers, groaning at the taste of you. Gojo really has no shame.

The moan he lets out as he sheathes himself is truly sinful.

It's another moment before he starts thrusting.

Gojo needs a moment to collect himself. He’s been working himself up for hours if not days. All the nights he spent, thinking of what he’d do to you once he got home. He’s gone over this day in his head about a hundred times.

The sound of his hips slapping against yours fills the room. His taunts turn into senseless babble. Strands of praise mixed with Gojo’s overall dorky remarks. Pleas of your name, calling you mochi, baby, honey, and every other sappy nickname he can think of. His head falls into the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin. He’s not going to let you leave this bed until you’re thoroughly marked up.

Tension grows in your stomach like a rubber band being stretched tight. Your previous orgasm has left you overly sensitive, and leaves another orgasm creeping up on you sooner than expected. His hand falls to your stomach, working lower until his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub.

He presses your legs further back, shoving them almost to your chest. The stretch leaves a pleasant burn in your hips. Your body isn't really meant to bend this way, though it’s not completely uncomfortable. It's not long before he has you into a full mating press, rutting against you desperately, fucking you into the mattress. The bed frame groans in protest with each of his thrusts. Deep, and unrelenting. Gojo’s cock curves in such a way that hits your sweet spots just right, leaving you writing under him.

“Gonna put a baby in you, Mochi,” he says, “gonna breed this pretty cunt of yours.”

You nod along desperately. You want nothing more than for him to cum inside, filling you completely.

He silences your moan with a kiss, his teeth clashing against yours. His tongue presses past your lips, exploring the wet cavern of your mouth. You can still taste yourself on him.

A line of saliva connects your lips as he pulls away.

“Not gonna ask you to take all of it,” he says, “but take everything I got.”

And with that, he can't hold back any longer, painting your womb white. Gojo’s cum is normally thick, and there's normally a lot of it. Today even moreso. Two weeks away hasn't helped with that. Cum runs down your thighs in streams, ruining your sheets.

The elders aren't going to be happy that he’s so reckless with his precious seed, but Gojo couldn't give a damn. The elders can talk all they want. That's all they're good for. He gets to cum in a warm place, and that's more than any of the others can say.

He practically collapses on top of you.

Gojo shifts so less of his body weight is on top of you. And though the room is rather warm, you find yourself nuzzling into his body, seeking out his warmth. His arms have always given you a sense of security, especially when wrapped up in them. They find your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest.

For a moment the two of you lay there, basking in each other's warmth.

You’ll have to get up in a bit anyway. To clean yourself up, and change the sheets. And get a new shirt. Probably another one of Gojo’s. He’s never been against seeing you wear his clothes. They never stay on you for long, though.

You pry his arms off, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, but he notices, and tightens his grip.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, sounding rather offended.

“To get a drink,” you say, “I'm thirsty. Why? Do you want one too?”

“You think I’d let you go after just one round?” He asks. “You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve fucked you full of my cum.”

You're in for a long night.

[literallymitch]

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 || 𝐃.𝐃

requested: no

summary: the first part of the reputation series in which the reader first meets Damiano

pairing: Damiano David x famous!reader

word count: 2k

what kind of content: fluff

warnings: drinking

passages written in cursive are flashbacks

some of the lyrics were changed so they would fit the story

Please don’t steal any of my conten and release it elsewhere. Also all of this is fiction. I don’t know these people in real life nor do I know how they act

a/n I I hope you all enjoy this one, as much as I do. I’m so excited about this series jdhidcuheu. What song do you guys think is next? As always please keep in mind english is not my first language. I’m super happy about feedback!!

With a buzzing head I woke up. I shouldn’t have drank so much yesterday. Feeling the after effects of the alcohol I consumed yesterday, I looked at the sleeping figure next to me. A gorgeous man with brown hair and tattoos that fitted him perfectly. I smiled to myself, knowing he was the reason I probably drank a little too much yesterday. There was no way I would have found the courage to actually talk to him otherwise. He looked like an angel sleeping so peacefully in my queen-sized bed. As I looked at his sleeping figure, an idea popped into my head. I grabbed my notebook and went to my balcony that was connected to my bedroom. Looking at him one last time through the huge window in front of me. I opened my notebook and started writing down some lyrics in memory of last night.

You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong

“We wanted to start working on our next album soon too.” , the gorgeous man in front of me said with an Italian accent.

After a few drinks I was finally talking to him. I was too busy taking in his beauty that I didn’t really listen  to what he just said to me. All of a sudden, I started giggling.

“You know, your accent is so funny, I love it. Like the way you pronounce some words? Hilarious”.

“Thanks, I guess?”

I cringed a little thinking about this specific moment. If he knew the only reason I was making a fool out of myself in front of him was his magnificent appearance, he would take it as a compliment. He probably already knew that was the reason. How could he not know? It’s not like he has never looked in a mirror. Also, there is no way, I am the first person that had to suffer from his magnetic self. By now he should know what his whole existence is doing to people.

And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us He's in the club doing, I don't know what You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)

“Shouldn’t your boyfriend be here as well?” the beautiful Italian boy asked.

“My wha- Oh you mean Andre? He isn’t my boyfriend. The media just made that up after we went out once, and I was caught at two of his games. We haven't talked in months. He’s probably at some club right now, annoying some poor girl.”

At that moment I thought I’ve seen a small smile appear on his face. He then just turned to the bar tender, ordering another beer. God, how could he just keep his cool like this the whole night. Usually it was the other way around. People would stand drunk in front of me trying to make a move, while I just stood there unimpressed. He really made me feel like an insecure fourteen-year-old girl again, and I hated him for that

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine You've ruined my life, by not being mine

“The sunset is really beautiful today” Damiano stated sipping on his glass of Whisky. I nodded in agreement while I ate a grape from the vine that was placed on the bar counter.

The bar were at was on top of a small mountain somewhere outside Rome. From there we had a great view over the whole city of Rome and how the sun met the city's skyline. It really was beautiful, still it was nothing compared to him. I wish he would’ve been mine, so I could’ve rested my head on his shoulder right there and then, but he wasn’t.

You should take it as a compliment That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)

“I’m glad we’re finally getting a chance to talk after you talked to, well, everyone else at this bar except me.”, the handsome man called me out while he sat down next to me.”

Feeling a bit caught, I just gave him an awkward smile. I tried to come up  with a reasonable excuse, that was less embarrassing than ‘Yeah sorry about that, I was just too scared to talk to you because you look like you’re straight out of my dreams.’

“I’m really sorry about that! It was just that every time I was done talking to someone, the next person already stood behind me wanting to talk.” I lied.

“It’s alright. I guess that's what happens when you’re a world-famous singer.”

And you should think about the consequence Of you touching my hand in the darkened room

It was now 11pm and the sky outside was completely dark. The lights in the bar were also dimmed a bit, creating a cozy atmosphere. Damiano and I were in the middle of our conversation, as he accidentally grabbed my hand, that was resting on the bar counter, instead of his drink. It felt like an electric shock. An electric shock that woke up the butterflies inside my body. My hand started to tingle, and I’m pretty I was full on blushing now.

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her But if you're single that's honestly worse 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

“So do you have a girlfriend?”,  at this point I was so drunk I didn’t even care how this question came across anymore.

I was pretty sure he in fact had a girlfriend, I mean how could he not looking like this?

“No I don’t.” Thank god. “It’s kinda hard building up a real relationship with someone when you're always busy, but I guess you can tell me a thing or two about it too.”

Oh, yes, I could. Still I would drop everything I was doing right now,  just to be with him.

Chocolate brown eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die

Just as my confidence made a small comeback, I made the mistake to directly look into Damianos beautiful brown eyes. There really wasn’t a single thing about him that wasn’t extremely beautiful. I started to feel a bit dizzy as a wave of heat rushed through my body. What is this man doing to me?

Just thinking about it again made my heart beat three times faster.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

For like the million time this evening, he made a laugh. Great, so he wasn’t just incredibly handsome, but also extremely funny. I didn’t realize how happy I was in his presence until I remembered he wasn’t mine. Suddenly I felt kind of sad, thinking about how I maybe would never see him again after tonight. I just wanted to grab his hand and run away with him. Somewhere I could be alone with him. Somewhere he would be only mine.

Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats Alone, unless you wanna come along

I looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall behind the bar tender. I was shocked when I realized it was already midnight. There was no way we’ve been talking for like three hours now. I scanned the room for my friends, I went here with in the first place.

“Looking for someone specific?” Damiano asked, now also looking in the direction I was looking in.

“Just my friends, but it seems like they already went home. I’ll check if they texted me” I picked up my phone, checking if I had a message from my friends.

‘Hi babe, we already went home, we were kinda tired. Have fun talking to handsome stranger. You better tell us everything tomorrow ;)’

“Did they text you?”

“Yes, my friend texted me that they already went home. Guess I’ll have to go home alone then. At least my cats are waiting for me.” I stood up and tried to make my way over to the wardrobe to get my coat. Unfortunately I forgot how drunk I actually and almost tripped as I tried to walk. Alcohol and heels really are not a good combo. Thankfully Damiano grabbed my arm helping me to stabilize myself.

“You’re sure, you’ll make it home alone?”

“Yes, I am a big girl. Unless you wanna come along.” I said with a cheeky grin on my face.

Damiano left out a soft chuckle. He paid for our drinks and then accompanied me on my way back home.

“It’s already pretty late, if you want to, you can stay over.” I told him after he brought me up to my bedroom.

“That would be nice, thanks.”

After I got myself ready for bed, I basically fell into my cozy bed, cuddling myself up in my soft sheet.

“You mind telling me where your guestroom is before falling asleep?” the Italian boy asked with an amused look on his face.

“Mmh, I don’t know. Just sleep here, it's fine.” I answered him, already half asleep.

After that, I probably fell asleep, since I don’t remember anything else that happened.

You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face (to your face) 'Cause look at your face

“Good morning.” I heard a raspy voice say.

I looked up from my notebook and came face to face with Damiano gorgeous figure. His hair was messy, and he still looked a bit sleepy. Since he just wore a pair of boxer shorts, I could finally see all the tattoos that covered his upper body. All of a sudden I felt the same way as I did last night when I saw him for the first time. The words were stuck in my throat and I felt the anxiety build up in my body. How does he manage to make me feel this way by just existing?

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” I somehow managed to say.

“Yes I did thank you. What are you doing?” he asked me curiously as he sat down on the garden chair next to me.

“I’m just writing a song. The idea came to mind when I woke up.”

“Not gonna lie, it’s pretty impressive that you’re able to write a song now after you could barely walk yesterday.” a small laugh left his mouth. “Can I see it?”

“No, it’s kinda awful. I’m to hungover to write something good now. I just wanted to write the idea down.” I lied,  I actually really liked the stuff I wrote so far, but he would probably think I’m a freak when he found out I wrote a song about after knowing him for a day.

“Can you at least tell me what it is about?”

“So you can steal my brilliant idea? No, thanks.” we both started laughing. “I can offer you breakfast though”

“I’m fine with that too” he said flashing me his beautiful smile

And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous

We were now sitting on my roof garden eating breakfast. Damiano told me some things about his life and what interests he had. As he did, so I looked at him in awe. I really started crushing on him as he continued to talked about his last tour with a huge smile on his face. I hated it that I was practically on my knees for him already, but how could I not? He’s perfect.

“I could really get used to this, you know?” he said out of nowhere.

“Me too.” I responded, not really questioning what he meant.

I also didn’t care as long as it involved us spending time together. I would make him mine no matter what.

[liron-ao3]

Happy birthday, Alexander

A Malec Oneshot 🔞

Having your birthday on a Sunday has its perks. You can sleep in, have a relaxed breakfast in bed, can cuddle with your partner for hours. Okay, you might have to interrupt it for all the birthday calls, but really, no one can drag you out of bed if you don't want to.

And Alec definitely doesn't.

The bed is empty beside him, but he can hear Magnus puttering about in the kitchen. He probably has bought Alec's favourite chocolate cake from the Parisian patisserie they had their first overseas date at. Or maybe he conjures up a French toast feast or Belgian waffles. Alec scents the air, but the bedroom is too far away from the kitchen to smell what Magnus might be up to.

It doesn't matter anyway. Alec is already in high spirits. This is their day, painstakingly shovelled out of their busy schedules. It's one of many things that Magnus has taught him. It's important to take time for the things you care about. And caring about their husband, both of them do.

There are footsteps and the sound of quietly clacking dishes coming through the open bedroom door, and it doesn't take long for Magnus to appear in it, a delicately filled breakfast tray in hand, red rose and all. He wears the maroon dressing gown that Alec loves so much on him and the warmest smile that still elicits tiny butterflies in Alec's stomach. This man is his, and Alec is the luckiest guy in the world.

"Good morning, Alexander."

Alec smiles back at him. "Good morning, love."

Magnus puts the tray on the bedside table and leans in for a languid kiss that makes Alec's blood rush south. By the Angels! Magnus is such a good kisser.

Alec pulls Magnus on top of him, and then they make out for long minutes, only shortly interrupted by a snap of Magnus' fingers to keep their coffees and oven-fresh pains au chocolat warm.

Alec's hands run over the smooth fabric of Magnus' clothes. He loves the feel of Magnus' muscles under his hands, the knowledge of how wonderful the skin itself would feel if he'd pull the gown away from his husband's perfect body.

Alec knows every millimetre of skin, every edge and curve of Magnus' body. He mapped it out a thousand times with his hands and lips. He loves his scent, especially in the morning when the remnants of his shampoo and shower gel have dissipated and Magnus only smells of himself.

Alec rolls Magnus on his back and kisses him fiercely. Magnus lets him, moans quietly into his mouth. It's a heated slide of lips and tongues, teeth joining now and then. It's perfect, familiar and still full of surprises. Kissing Magnus never gets dull. And judging by the way the warlock returns it with enthusiasm, Magnus would agree with his husband on this.

Alec pulls back after a while, catching his breath. He sends a questioning look down to chocolate coloured eyes. They perfected these silent conversations over the last two years, the wordless 'Can I?' hanging in the air between them.

Magnus smiles at him softly as he usually does, his lips red and slightly swollen. Alec gets rid of his boxers, opens the belt of Magnus' bathrobe and pulls his satin shorts down, just enough to settle his throbbing erection in the crease right above Magnus' hip bone. To his surprise, Magnus lets out a discontent sound. Alec furrows his brow in confusion.

"It's your birthday, Alexander."

Alec huffs a laugh. "Yes, and?"

"You can have me."

It takes Alec embarrassingly long until he understands. His cock gets the message immediately after, though, and a shiver works itself through Alec's body.

"You don't have to," he replies nonetheless when the spike of arousal subsides. It's nice that Magnus is willing to sleep with him from time to time, even though he doesn't derive any pleasure from it. At least not in the traditional sense of sexual satisfaction. But Alec would never expect this from him, much less over the fact that it's his birthday. He wants Magnus to be in the mood for this kind of intimacy.

Magnus cards his fingers through Alec's hair, just the way the shadowhunter loves it. "I want to," he simply states.

And it is that simple. Honesty, that's what they promised each other. No pretending to be fine, no important words postponed to later, no doing things out of a misguided sense of duty.

Alec dives in for another kiss. He'll never get enough of these lips, of this man, of holding his heart and Magnus his in return.

He brushes the fabric to the side and kisses a long trail from the spot behind Magnus' ear to the place where he should have a belly button. Alec grins and enjoys the goosebumps that he can conjure on Magnus' skin when he does things like this. His husband is so responsive, and Alec loves it. Loves him so much.

When Alec pulls down Magnus' shorts, his dick is lying there, not even semi-erect. Alec ignores it. He learnt that Magnus' arousal is unpredictable and says nothing about how much he loves him, of how beautiful Alec is in his eyes, of how much he likes to feel and taste him.

Alec's eyes roam over Magnus' caramel skin up to his beautiful cat eyes. They smile at each other for a long moment as if frozen in time. Alec could bathe in the glow of their love for all eternity.

Magnus breaks the moment with a snap of his fingers, and Alec chuckles in surprise when he feels his fingers slick with warm lube.

"Impatient, are we?" Alec smirks.

"For you? Always, darling." Magnus grins up at him and spreads his legs invitingly. Alec's eyes fix on the inviting hole. He gives his own cock a few strokes before he touches the rim, a heady feeling overwhelming him.

It's not that they never have sex. No, far from it. Alec enjoys Magnus' body, his hands and mouth ever so often. But this here? This is special. This is something they haven't done since their wedding anniversary.

Alec loves being inside Magnus. It's not that he loves it more than all the other sexual things they share, but it's different. Very good different. Nothing compares to the tightness of Magnus' ass, the way he clenches around him, the feeling of being so utterly connected that they become one.

It's stupid, Alec thinks, as if we weren't one at all times and especially in bed. But tell that to his cock that springs excitedly at the mere thought of burying himself in Magnus' narrow heat.

Alec pushes a finger slowly inside. It always fills him with wonder how easily Magnus lets him in. It's trust in its purest form, and it doesn't cease to amaze him, doesn't cease to flood his body with all-encompassing want. Magnus does this for him out of love because he wants to give him what Alec could live without but is happy that he doesn't have to. They always do this on Magnus' terms, and knowing that his husband wants it, too, makes the sex for Alec only better.

"I love you so damn much," Alec breathes, looking up in his husband's eyes, and Magnus clenches around him as he laughs.

"I love you too, Alexander." It's spoken with such joy and sincerity, it takes Alec's breath away. How is this not a fairy tale?

"I can take more," Magnus states, and Alec chuckles. He complies, feels Magnus stretching around his fingers.

Briefly, Alec wonders if he is the only gay man with a cis partner who has no clue where his lover's prostate is. He only knows that he will stimulate it by mistake when he adds a third finger. But Magnus takes it. Alec hates it when he makes him bolt up the bed, the touch too intense and arrow sharp, nothing like the pleasure Alec experiences when Magnus does the same to him.

"Sorry," he mumbles.

"It's quite alright, Alexander," Magnus breathes. "I think I'm ready."

Alec furrows his brow in concern, but Magnus is already moving. He cleans Alec's hand with a snap of his fingers and pushes him on his back. Alec can't help but think that he's one lucky bastard as he watches his husband getting ready to ride him. He loves the sight of Magnus hovering over him, lining himself up with his dick. He looks so good like this, all sexy muscles framed by maroon silk, a masterpiece of art.

But it's nothing compared to the feeling of Magnus sinking down on him. Alec closes his eyes for a moment, tries to keep in the lewd moan threatening to fall from his lips.

Magnus clicks his tongue in disapproval. "Let me hear you, Alexander. Your passion is my greatest reward."

And so, Alec lets it out, moans Magnus' name and praises him as he starts moving. The drag of Magnus' walls over his cock, the quiet moans falling from his husband's lips—Alec can't help but think that Magnus enjoys himself.

It's not exactly true, he knows that. But Alec learnt to relish it nonetheless. Magnus wants to make him feel good, and who is he to deny his beloved anything? Magnus is in charge, can control the intensity of what he feels. And Alec is in for the ride, can enjoy the pressure of Magnus' hand on his chest and the slide of his ass over his cock.

Magnus moves his hips exactly how Alec likes it, pulls himself up just to slam down again, a constant assault on Alec's nerve endings. It feels like ages and seconds, an eternal tide. Alec gets lost in it, lost in Magnus' loving ministrations.

Alec hums when the telltale sign of concentred heat pooling in his stomach announces his near climax. He doesn't warn Magnus, well-knowing he might stop and prolong their love-making. But this is enough, will always be more than enough for Alec. The fact that Magnus allows him to have him like this—glistening with a sheen of sweat, eyes closed in concentration, his body moving in ways Alec's blood-drained brain can't properly process but that he enjoys to the fullest—is the greatest gift of all, birthday or not.

But something must have given him away. Magnus surely knows how to read his body, or maybe his mind even. He opens his unglamoured eyes, looks at him with so much adoration and love, it pushes Alec only closer to the edge.

"Come for me, darling," Magnus huffs out, strain clear in his voice, as he keeps on slamming their bodies together with clear intent. And Alec does. His body spasms, his sight is replaced with darkness and fireworks. He moans Magnus' name as he fills him as if there were a way to get even closer than this.

When he opens his eyes afterwards, his brain still far from being back online again, they are already magically cleaned, and Magnus lies in Alec's boneless arms.

"Happy birthday, Alexander," he chuckles against his shoulder.

Happy birthday, indeed.

[yamithediaperdork]

A Bet can be costly (Percy Jackson)

A bet can be costly

It was only half past nine in the morning and already Percy and Jason were bored while hanging out in the latter's cabin. True it somewhat helped that Jason had somehow swung getting a TV and cable while even Percy despite being the son of one of the big three didn't but still there was just nothing on that held either boys attention for long.

Of course Percy despite his claims of being strait and sighting the fact he was dating Annabeth as proof of said straightness he found himself looking over at Jason who was in just his black shorts and nothing else as he relaxed on the cream colored sofa that the two boys where sharing.

Jason might of been younger but he was well more build compared to Percy who while wasn't fat or even chunky, was as ripped as the demi god next to him.

"Ughhhh, there is NOTHING to do.." Jason groaned and shut the tv off, leaning back and closing his eyes, then smirking and turning to look at Percy as he opened them. "Well almost nothing, but I don't think you're man enough for a little bet I have in mind."

Percy huffed a little at that, ever since he'd been caught with wet pants during a party, everyone had started to treat him like a little guy, even though he had to be one of the most hung guys there!

(Well at least he thought so, it wasn't exactly like he went around and measured everyone else's ding dongs.)

"I can take on any bet you have in mind!" he said and crossed his arms.

'heh, gotcha~' Jason thought and then flashed his pearly whites at Percy.

"Alright, but if you don't wanna take the bet even after I say it, don't feel bad alright?" Jason said, and waited for Percy, who was getting somewhat fussy to nod in agreement.

"Ok buddy, The bet is simple enough.. we're gonna drop our pants and compare cock sizes. Whoever is bigger wins, and the loser has to be the winner little boy for the summer, and do whatever he's told."

"..Where you dropped on your head as a child?" Percy asked, raising a eyebrow but then smirking. "But Fine, you're gonna look sooo cute as my little boy Jason. It's you who might wanna back down, I'm packing some major heat here." Percy said and patted his crotch.

'..Ok he's just asking for a cuddle now. just too cute.' Jason thought then out loud went "Well Mr.Jackson, if you're so sure of yourself go right ahead."

"heh, Wanna spare yourself the humiliation huh? I'll let you keep your modesty." Percy said, really full of himself now as he stood up and started to tug down his black jogging pants. "Your about to see why Annabeth walks funny every time she comes over to my cabin~"

with his pants around his ankles and his plaid boxer's on display, Percy hooked his thumbs in the waistband and shot Jason a shit eating grin.

"Last chance to back out, though I hope you don't. you're gonna look fucking adorable in a sailor suit on the beach making me sand castles."

"Sheesh you trying to be a Pro wrestler with all that trash talking, shut up and show me what you got." Jason laughed, the sheer attuide coming from Percy was just too cute, double so when he knew a few things about Annabeth that Percy didn't.

Smirking Percy dropped his shorts and showed off all 7 inches of his fuck meat, not as thick as he would of liked but it got the job done and his pubes were neatly trimmed , almost a buzz cut.

"Face it Jason, your F'ed in the A." Percy said, reaching down and stroking his semi soft cock and gaining a half inch as it went to full on stiff mode.

"Oh my~ That IS quite impressive Percy, way more then I thought a pants pisser would of had." Jason said and stood up, hooking his thumbs in his shorts. it was well known he went commando so there would be no build up here. "Too bad it's still not enough."

"What?" Percy asked, looking confused and then Jason's shorts hit the floor and a soft 8 inch cock was looking back at Percy, at least TWICE the thickness of Percy's proud fuck meat!

"But, wait, there's more!" Jason said in his best TV infomercial voice, and with a couple of pumps his cock jumped up to 10 inches and was leaking a little cock drool.

"H-Holy fuck!" Percy squeaked.

"So do we need the measuring tape? or compare them side by side or do you wanna be a good boy and take your shirt off so big brother can get you dressed little man?" Jason asked.

"ah..ah..about that..see..I uh..I was totally kidding about making you do anything.." Percy was saying, trying to back away from Jason now with his pants and undies around his ankles. "T-this was all just a silly joke so I don't think we reall-"

"Percy, I'm going to ask one more time, for you to finish striping, or you'll be going over my lap little man." Jason said, bending down and tugging his shorts back up.

"Well ok, when you put it that way that soun- LOOK A DISTRACTION!" Percy yelled and pointed behind Jason and then went to run, instantly tripping and boinking his face off the floor since he hadn't kicked the clothes off.

"heh..I can see you're going to be a handful." Jason said and walked over and picked the dazed Percy up.

"I can taste purple!" Percy coo'ed.

"-snek-, I bet you can."

After making sure that Percy wasn't concussed, Jason waited for a few for the poor soon to be little guy to get his marbles back, and when Percy did he'd find himself over Jason's lap, a firm hand on his lower back to keep Percy from taking off.

The boy had been stripped naked by this point and Jason had made sure his cabin was far enough away from the water to keep Percy from using any of his powers, plus his own taps and water tank were enchanted to 'help keep Percy honest'.

"i.. what... Ah!" Percy yelped as he came to his sense and realized the situation he was in.

"welcome back buddy." Jason said, rubbing his free hand on Percy's bubble butt, almost kneeing the semi fatty flesh of the older boys butt. "Never knew you had so much junk in your trunk!"

"S-Shut up!" Huffed Percy even as he fought to get free, but it was clear who of the two was the stronger and a sudden SWAT to his ample back side (when made a ripple to Jason's delight) stopped him.

"J-J-Jason...Big Brother..I-if I promise to be good, can we skip th-" Percy started.

"Sorry buddy, I don't wanna do this anymore then you wanna be spanked." Jason started, a bold face lie but still. "But you need to learn if your not a good boy there is a fallout. I'll only go with 10 swats THIS time and hopefully you won't make me punish you more."

Percy whimpered, giving a weak token effort to get free but Jason could tell he had more or less accepted his fate and in a small way made Jason hate he STILL had to follow though.

Figuring it was better to get this over with Jason brought his hand down hard on Percy's cheeks, making the demi god guy out and kick his legs.

before Percy could even fully process that swat the second was already happened, Jason wanted this to be fast and hard.

He was all of five swats in, and Percy was blubbering like a baby, his hot tears flowing freely when he felt Percy stiffen on his lap.

"JASON STAP I HAF-" Percy started to warn and then..

well Jason was glad he'd pick a bar stool he had for the spanking as his lap and legs were drenched and a smelly puddle was made as Percy's bladder unloaded itself.

"I-I'm sorry please don't spank me morrrrre!" Percy sobbed.

Jason, despite being soaked in his little guys wee wee, just tugged Percy up and hugged him, wincing slightly as the bawling Percy got snot all over his shoulder while glomping him.

'Yeah..we're gonna share a shower.' he thought.

One wash up later and Jason and Percy were cleaned and dried off, with Jason in a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt while Percy was just wrapped up in a big fluffy towel whining softly still.

As it had turned out Percy was NOT a fan of showers, and had wanted to go for a bath despite Jason pointing out how bad of a idea that would of been. Having to put his foot down Jason had been forced to threaten anther trip over his knee to get Percy into said shower.

Now with Jason dressed it was Percy's turn and Jason rummaged though a dresser drawer and came out with a perfect little guy outfit made to Percy's size, clearly he had been planning this for awhile.

Said outfit was a pair of white socks with little anchor designs in dark silver all over them, a pair of briefs likewise with the anchors on them and then following up from that, a pair of cream white shorts and a sailor top.

"..How long have you been-" Percy started to ask.

"long enough, now lay back and let big bro get you dressed. and try not to have anymore accidents little man." Jason chuckled, and smirked as Percy huffed and stuck his tongue out at him.

"You shouldn't stick out your tongue, only snakes and fools do that and snakes don't have arms and legs so you must be a fool~" Jason teased.

"Oh WHATEVER!" Percy fumed and went to stick his tongue out again, but seemed to think better of it.

Once the little guy was all dressed, Jason helped him stand up and kissed his forehead, Making Percy whine and squirm and lead him over to a mirror so he could look at himself, adding a little sailor cap to his head and smirking.

"...I look like a oversized 5 year old!" Percy whined, cheeks going bright red and huffing and squirming.

"That WAS what I was aiming for." Jason chuckled and smooched Percy's cheek, getting even more fussy whines from the newly turned little. "Your gonna look SO cute on the bench making me sand castles and I have a cute little swim suit for you and everything!"

"..why do i get the feeling even if I had won, you would of just found a way to little me anyways?" Percy whined.

"Heh, that kinda foresight would of served you well about half a hour ago little bro."

Leading the huffing Percy back out to the living room, Jason set out a blanket on the floor for the little guy and then as Percy sat there silent fuming, he brought over a cardboard box and set it down.

Percy peeked into the box and it was half filled with toy's that he was sure would of delighted any 4-7 year old but only made him roll his eyes and look up at Jason.

"Really?" he asked Jason."Even if I hadn't of stopped playing with toys years ago, i was more into action figures then stuffies and toy cars and boats."

"Well since video games are a no no for little guys like you and ditto for action figures, you better learn to like these." Jason chuckled.

"What? why can't I have action figures?!" Percy demanded, never mind he had JUST said he wasn't into them anymore.

"Too many little pieces that could come off when you chew on them." Jason chuckled and patted the top of Percy's hat covered head.

"I DON'T CHEW ON TOYS!" Percy semi shouted and huffed.

"That's nottttt what your mom said when I was getting her help with this." Jason said in a sing song voice. "she told me you had teeth marks all over your old power rangers toys.

"Slander and lies! ..WAIT MY MOM WAS IN ON THIS?!?" Percy shrieked.

"Heh, oh yeah. wants pictures and warned me if I make you feel too little to be ready to diaper you at night."

Percy's right eye twitched and then he went on a incoherent screaming and shouting fit that Jason let go on, just to get it out of Percy's system and was amazed it took about 10 minutes before Percy stopped, panting and huffing, spittle running down his chin.

"You wanna try that again, this time in English so I can actually understand what you say?" Jason asked, grinning ear to ear.

by the time Percy was done, Jason had tallied that normally he would of earned about four mouth washings and at least one trip over his lap, but again, was letting the little guy get one punishment free vent in.

"Free better?" Jason asked as Percy huffed and pouted.

"..Kinda."

"Good, that's the last time I'm putting up with a fit like that Percy, so I hope you got it all out of your system. next time you'll be treated like any other five year old who has a tantrum." Jason said.

"..what does that mean?" Percy asked, gulping. "A time out in the corner?"

"well a time out is part of it, but you'll find this isn't some new age parenting place. Here at camp half blood, we believe in spanking naughty little boys and girls." Jason said and the look on his face left no doubt he meant it.

"..Oh poopie." Percy whimpered.

"Really Percy? stand up and let me check. I don't smell anything." Jason said with a chuckle.

"T-That's not what I meannnnnt!"

after his twin rants and everything else, it was just about lunch time so after getting Percy to start playing with his toy cars, even though Percy looked bored out of his mind, Jason started to cook up some lunch for the boys.

"Percy, I don't hear you playing..you being good over there?" Jason called over his shoulder, cutting up some potato's to make them fries to go with the grilled cheese he was gonna make.

Percy almost snarled out a reply but the threat of a spanking was in the back of his mind and instead..

"Yeah I'm being good, I don't know how to make the cars make enough noise to convince you though." Percy said.

"oh well thats simple. Make the engine noises. go vrhoom vrhoom." Jason chuckled.

"...you are a sick sick man, you know that?" Percy asked, but knowing when he was licked, started to do the noises just like 'big brother' wanted.

blushing the whole time and feeling foolish.

'I suppose it could be worse, no one else is here. and he'll have to get tired of this before long.' Percy thought.

Of course with the way Percy's luck was going he wasn't exactly surprised when right as he thought that, the doorbell rang.

"Percy buddy, can you be a good boy and go answer the door? big bro has his hands full." Jason called.

Huffing and getting up, Percy semi stomped his way over to the door to Jason's cabin, never once realizing with his bratty attuide he seemed less like someone who didn't wanna show off his outfit and more like a huffy little guy who didn't wanna stop playing.

Opening the door without checking to see who was there, Percy entered a full body blush as his girlfriend was standing there, looking amused.

"A-Annabeth!! W-what are you doing over here?" He squeaked.

"Pfffttt, Oh my god, Jason actually got you to do it! this is too good!" She giggled. "I've known he wanted to dress you up for awhile but never in a million years would I of thought you'd -actually- do it!"

the clear amusement in her voice and the big grin on her face had Percy feeling like the little boy he was dressed up as and he squirmed and whined loudly.

"Percy! Who's at the door?" Jason called.

"I..I..It's.." Percy stammered.

"It's Annabeth!" Annabeth called over Percy's shoulder.

"Percy, don't be rude, Invite her in." Jason called.

the last thing that Percy wanted was for his girlfriend to come in but clearly it was out of his hands, so instead he looked down at the floor and then stood to the side, gesturing for her to come in.

'Dad, if your listening..I could really use a tidal wave right about now.' Percy thought.

Sadly, Either seaweed daddy wasn't listening or found this whole thing to be funny as Annabeth walked in and spotted Percy's play area, squealing with delight and laughing.

the next 20 or so minutes was spent with Annabeth 'looking after little Percy' and keeping him out of trouble while Jason made them all lunch.

As bad as playing cars and having to make the noises had been before when it was just for Jason, it was so very much worst doing it for the amusement of his girlfriend who kept asking humiliating questions, and 'Big brother' insisted that he answer them all.

"Awww are you having fun?" She coo'ed as she sat back on the couch.

"..Oh yes, Loads." Percy huffed sarcastically though to his dismay she took it as a honest answer.

"Well that's good! So which car is your favorite?" and she leaned forward now, studying the different types of toy cars.

"...I dunno, I guess the police car?" Percy said and semi shrugged his shoulders, and squirming from all of the embarrassment he was receiving.

"Heh, lots of little guys like cop cars, that makes since. Hmm..Your squirming a lot, do you need to use the potty? we don't want you to have a accident!" Annabeth said, looking mildly concerned though still grinning.

"I-I don't need help telling when I hafa potty!" Percy almost shrieked.

"Heh, tell that to the damp spot on the floor from your accident eariler." Jason called.

"Ohhh, did somebody wet his pants?" Annabeth giggled, looking totally delighted.

"I-It wasn't my fault! Jason was spanking me a-and I ju-" Percy tried to argue but got cut off.

"Oh, why did he have to spank you? were you being a bad boy?" She asked, leaning in close, eyes filled with excitement as she brushed her hair behind a ear. "Did you cry lots and lots and beg big brother to stop?"

Percy was having all sorts of warning bells going off in his head at how excited she seemed by this and just shut his mouth and crossed his arms turning away from him.

"Oh you did! Ahahahaha! Wow, spanked into submission by someone younger then you~" She teased, then got up. "Well all that aside, I don't believe you Mr.fussy pants, so come on, let's take you to the potty."

"NO! I don't have to!" Percy huffed, and winced, he HEARD how little he sounded.

"Percy, you come with me to the potty and try little man or I'll get Jason to do it. who do you think is gonna be nicer about it?" Annabeth asked.

"She's got a point buddy." Jason called over, he was almost done with the fries and grilled cheese that was gonna be supper. "Also you've had your mulligan, any more accidents and you'll be losing big boy underwear privileges."

"..You mean it gets worse then these baby briefs?!" Percy yelped out.

"Yup~ Normally next step down would be pull-ups but I couldn't find any in your size so right back to diapers." Jason called and turned and smirked. "So.. still think your good or wanna hedge your bets and go sit on the potty?"

"...I'm going to the potty because -I- choose to!" Percy huffed and scrambled to his feet.

"Mmmhmmm, whatever you have to tell yourself little man." Jason said and turned back to the cooking.

Annabeth had stood up as well and offered Percy a hand, and while he wanted to slap it away, somehow he just knew how that would end and accepted it.

"..Your waiting outside the door while I go." was the only thing Percy could think to say.

It never dawned on him that despite never being to Jason's cabin before, she seemed to know exactly where the bathroom was, though in his defense she was keeping him off guard.

"Oh my, such a big boy, going all by yourself.. Deal but remember to wipe and wash your hands."

'fuck my life..'

sitting on the potty Percy was mentally counting down how long he should play along with the potty game when he was shocked that a stream did escape him, followed by a couple of wet farts.

As such after the boy had wiped and flushed and washed his hands, his face was somehow even more crimson then before.

Not helping matters was Annabeth praising him for being a good boy and holding up a hand for a high five which Percy weakly returned.

Getting back out to the main room the table had been set and while Annabeth's and Jason's plate sat on the white table cloth, Percy's on was on top of a plastic mat shaped like a teddy bear.

when Percy whined and pointed Jason just gave a big toothy grin.

"Sorry buddy, but I've seen you eat, you're a messy eater and it's easier to wipe the plastic mat clean then to wash the table cloth. Oh! that reminds me.." Jason said as Percy fumed and took his seat.

His grilled cheese had been cut into four parts for him and his ketchup for his fries were in a little plastic bowl to the side. He was about to comment he wasn't that bad when Jason produced a teen sized bib,white in color with navy blue text on it reading 'I love my big brother!'

"..Your joking right?" Percy asked, narrowing his eyes and glaring at Jason while Annabeth covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.

"What, you don't like it?" Jason asked, pretending to sound hurt while smirking.

"What do you think?" Percy asked.

"well ok, you don't HAVE to wear the bib if you don't want to, but if your not wearing it, i want you to strip down to your undies so you don't get your new outfit all dirty buddy." Jason chuckled.

"...Give me the effing bib." Percy growled though clenched teeth.

"Ah ah ah, none of that, that was too close to a swear word for my liking. try that again and your be a little bubble breath. also, as your loving big brother." and Annabeth couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud. "..It's my job to get this on you."

"..Of course it is."

Percy's one mulligan as the bib was put on him was that his drink was at least in a cup, though Jason noticed him looking at it as he finished.

"Ok buddy, I'm taking a chance and trusting you with a big kid cup. but if you spill it, it's back to sippy cups. Or if you wanna just use one now that's ok too. you don't have to put on a show for our guest." Jason said.

A swear was almost out of his mouth when Percy caught himself, and biting down on his tongue, he just ignored Jason and started to chow down on his fries, planing to eat in silence.

However much like most of his other plans for the day, this one fell to the wayside as while Jason and Annabeth started to chow, Jason asked Percy what he'd been pretending was happening while he played with his cars.

The tone in Jason's voice made it clear Percy better come up with something quick, and so the newly turned little boy spun a tale about some cops trying to bust a smuggling ring of counterfeit toys.Percy was getting annoyed though that despite how much of a excellent bullshit story he was weaving on the spot, Jason and Annabeth were apparently distracted and ignoring him.

the only time they seemed to chime in or respond to what he was saying was when he went quiet for too long.

what the Demi god turned little guy couldn't of known though since he lacked X-ray vision was that there was a good reason the two of them were semi ignoring Percy, except to encourage him to go on between his bites of food.

Jason and Annabeth were playing footsie under the table and sending each other signals of shared attraction.

What little Percy didn't know yet, but would find out all too soon was that Annabeth had been over to this cabin more then a few times, having hooked up with Jason while Percy was off being a good boy for his mom.

The idea of cucking the son of one of the big three had just been too much of a temptation to pass up, and it had been going on far longer then Percy himself would of guessed.

She had even faked being too sick to go out with him on his birthday, just to come over and get fucked by Jason, who had truthfully ruined sex with Percy for her but she still put on a show.

The moment that let her always squirt the hardest when neither boy was available though was how she had tricked Percy into eating her out, while blindfolded after Jason had cream pied her. she claimed the funny taste was a sugar cream she had picked up from a sex shop and Jason had been there, watching from the closet as Percy licked and slurped her clean, making her moan even as the poor boys face had been screwed up.

Clearly he hadn't cared for the taste but whenever Annabeth moaned and asked how he liked it, he would reply with a choked

"I-It tastes awesome..y-you should get more."

That had made her squirt right then and there and breathlessly after, she promised Percy she would.

She hadn't even returned the favor, just had Percy climb into bed with her and removed the blind fold once Jason was out the door, cuddling him and stroking him off and on so that in the middle of the night Percy had been forced to sneak off to the bathroom and jerk off, not knowing Annabeth was awake and could hear everything from her bed.

Percy finished his food and his drink, and let out a loud Belch as he finished his story, Annabeth and Jason had finished before him but stayed seated to 'listen' to his 'amazing' story.

"Wow buddy, you have a activate imagination!" Jason coo'ed, pulling his feet away from Annabeth and giving Percy his full attention and smirking.

Of course the sea brat had gotten ketchup on his face and fingers, and on his bib. add into it that while Jason and Annabeth had been drinking root beer Percy was sporting a purple kool-aid mustache and Jupiter, he just looked so cute!

"Heh, hold still buddy, I think somebody needs a quick clean up." Jason laughed, getting up and getting a damp wash cloth and rubbing over Percy's face as the little guy squirmed.

"Stopppp! I can do it my selfff!" He whined, making Annabeth snort.

Did Percy really not hear just how much of a little guy he sound like right now?!

Either way, over his own protests he was cleaned up and given anther drink of grape juice, though this time it was in a light blue sippy cup.

And boy, if looks could kill Jason would of hit the floor stone cold dead.

"I THOUGHT you said I could use big kid cups!" Percy huffed, furrowing his brow and once again looking like the little guy he was dressed up as.

"well your gonna go back to playing while me and Annabeth watch some TV and I don't want you getting too excited playing cops that you knock over your drink without realizing it." Jason said reasonably.

"I wouldn't!" Percy whined.

"well maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't, It's my floor so I get to make the call. when we're over at YOUR place you can knock all the cups over you want." Jason said and smirked, then tapped a finger on Percy's nose.

Leading Percy over to his blanket, Jason got him sat down and noticed Annabeth tapping her chin as she looked down.

"Penny for you thoughts." He said.

"I was thinking, you know that old play mat, where it's a toy and it's toy car sized? we should get one of those for Percy!" She said grinning ear to ear.

"I think-" Percy started to say, not looking happy but he was of course cut off by Jason.

"That's a awesome idea! In fact I think Nico has one still, I'll go see if we can borrow it later!" Jason said smiling and turning to Percy. "Doesn't Annabeth have the BEST ideas little guy?"

"I can barely contain my joy." Percy muttered, huff and holding his sippy cup up and taking a drink before he said more and got his mouth washed out.

with the TV turned on Percy tried to get into the movie that Jason had popped in, but it was some sort of a romantic comedy and he hated those and found himself legit getting into playing with the cars, talking softly to himself and not realizing he was talking out loud as he did a few more police chases, then had a whole story going on about a big race going on.

He found himself drinking lots of the kool-aid, it was really sweet but seemed to dry him out and more then once he had to go and excuse himself to go pee (though Jason or Annabeth insisted on walking down with him to the bathroom, just in case he needed help)

he also found himself getting super tired despite having a good nights sleep, though he chalked it up to everything he had been though so far and laid on his tummy and put himself on eye level with the car's as he ran them back and forth, watching the shiny metal of the the hub caps move and feeling his eyelids drooping.

"Percy buddy, you wanna go for a nap?" Jason called over, pausing the movie, making Percy sit up. he'd shut his eyes for a few seconds.

"Nooo I don't need a nap." Percy huffed and whined.rubbing a fist under one eye.

"Well you were laying there with your eyes closed for about a minute." Annabeth pointed out.

"wasn't sleeping..I was..checking my eyelids for cracks!" Percy huffed, pouting, and taking anther gulp of his juice.

"well ok, if you say so. if you wanna go for a nap it's ok though." Jason said, smirking.

"What EVER." Percy huffed and laid back down switching to one of the toy boat's and laying on his back, moving it in the air now.

he played with the boat for all of 30 seconds before his eyes closed again and soon the 18 year old going on 4 at best was snoring softly on the floor.

"Sheesh, I thought you said you were only gonna give him a light dose of sleeping pills." Annabeth said softly, leaning in and kissing Jason's cheek.

"I didn't. Sea brat is just a lightweight. still, we better move to the other room if he snores as bad as you say." Jason said.

as some deep snores started to come out, the cuck'ed demi god was left on the floor to sleep it off, though before Annabeth and Jason went to go and play 'hide the pickle' they were nice enough to drape a blanket over Percy and get a pillow under his head, setting his hat on the coffee table.

Kissing and mashing lips, Jason and Annabeth almost didn't make it to his bedroom before they were all over each other, she was trying to pull off his shirt as she pressed him against the wall.

"Some one's needy." Jason teased, though he only had slightly more restraint then her.

"I haven't had a real orgasm in 2 days..you turned me into a nympho, take responsibility for it!" Annabeth moaned and begged.

A slap on the ass brought he back in line and she manged to keep her clothes on till they were in Jason's room, with her going and kicking the door shut, or trying to as it only closer 3/4's of the way.

"Jesus, look how wet you are, I'm shocked you didn't leave a puddle." Jason teased, getting her on his bed and sliding two fingers into her dripping sex and hitting all the right spots to drive her wild.

"Stop teasing and fuck me already! I need a MAN, not a BOY!" She moaned.

"Far be it from me to argue." Jason chuckled and pinning her on her back, he entered her hard and fast, just the way she liked it.

Or so he assumed from the cries of pleasure that rang out and the way her arms and legs wrapped around him, trying to pull him in deeper.

her cries were muffled by Jason's lips on hers, his tongue entering her willing mouth and making her hers and when he pulled back, she was semi drooling.

even as he rocked his hips in and out of her, he held up a finger to his lips.

"Shhh, don't wake the baby."

Percy groaned and whimpered in his sleep, having weird dreams where he only came up to Annabeth's and Jason's knee caps and they were teasing him lots and treating him even younger then they already were, when a sharp cramp in his tummy woke him up and he sat up on the floor, rubbing a eye.

"Gotta poop.." Percy mumbled, half asleep and slowly making his way up to his feet, swaying a little bit and letting out a massive fart as he did so.

the poot drew a whine and a whimper from the sleepy demi god, who held his nose as the smell reached him and toddled away as fast as he could, a little cry of 'stinky' coming out of his mouth.

heading down the hall to the bathroom, which was across from Jason's room Percy mostly didn't pay it any mind, the absence of Jason and Annabeth hadn't really clicked in his mind yet.

He likely would of ignored the room all together if he hadn't of heard a cry of pleasure coming from it, and it wasn't Jason's voice.

Toddling over Percy took a peek and his eyes went wide and his sense got a rude wake up call, there was his girlfriend naked and bouncing up and down on top of Jason who was fondling her tits as he cried out and and had her hands on his wrists, encouraging it.

even as he took in the site and felt a rage boiling over, Percy's little sailor shorts painfully tented out and a cramp hit, making him go to his knees and keep watching.

"Fuck fuck fuck, you're so much better then Percy~" Annabeth was moaning and mewing, trying to lean down for a kiss. Jason instead rolled and now was on top of her, fucking her like the whore she was and looking over in Percy's direction, smirking.

"Of course I am. He's just a little cuck boi. I bet if he knew what was happening he'd just suck his thumb and jerk off." Jason said, and winked at Percy.

Percy wanted to get up and storm in there, to pound on Jason and put him in his place.

Instead he found himself reaching into his shorts and jerking his painfully hard cock, which had already leaked pre though the briefs and the shorts and his thumb found it's way into his mouth, sucking on it.

"Hell I bet once we get his stupid ass back in diapers, he'll be more then willing to prep daddy for mommy. can you picture him bobbing up and down on my cock, thickly diapers and whimpering but rubbing the front of his huggies?" Jason added.

Percy missed Annabeth's reply, mostly because as Jason said it Percy was picturing himself doing it, and accordingly the thumb started to move in his mouth, as if he was practicing for daddy.

"Might even let him have a load or two..I know you're gonna breast feed him but I wanna give him some daddy milk too." Jason chuckled, fucking Annabeth in ways Percy knew he never could and he whimpered around his thumb.

Normally Percy's stamina was as such he could fuck for at least half a hour without blowing his load but whether it was the scene in front of him, the scene in his head, the bowel movement pressing on his prostate as he was fighting to keep it in now or all three, his peak was coming fast.

Drool trailing sown his chin and shutting his eyes, he let the mental image of Jason face fucking him while he pooped himself fill his mind and had the biggest most intense orgasm of his life, shooting though the undies and shorts like they weren't even there and spraying his load on the wall, before slumping over, panting and eyes glazed over.

the last thing he recalled before conking back out was a loss of control, and a warm muddy feeling starting to spread on his butt.

Jason finished up with Annabeth and they cuddled, the smell reaching them both but oddly not bothering them as much as it should.

She had picked up Percy was watching from the looks Jason kept giving the door and then his dirty talk and smirked and she traced a finger on his pecs.

"You really are evil you know that~" She giggled.

"Oh please, if anything I just saved us about 2-3 days worth of effort in making him a diaper wearing cuck. trust me, he's never gonna be able to replace that feeling with anything less then watching mommy and daddy fuck." Jason said.

"heh, so you don't think he'll at least be able to hump his stuffies?" Annabeth asked.

"Oh, he'll hump them alright, but all he's gonna do is basically goon himself stupid. Add in maybe some hand jobs from you while your breast feeding him and that's what sex with you will become. him sucking on your titties and humping your hand." Jason laughed and pulled her in for a kiss. "Unless of course you don't even wanna grant him that?" Jason asked and smirked.

"Heh, Nah, I'm not heartless. what we had was fun and the least I can do is let him suck on my titties. though maybe I'll dump a condom full of 'daddy milk' over them first." She teased and they both laughed.

"Well, I suppose ONE of us should go and get him cleaned up and diapered." Jason said and gave Annabeth a hopeful look.

"Heh, nice try, diapers were YOUR idea, so enjoy wiping his poopie butt Mr.daddy dom." Annabeth said and rolled over, covering herself with a sheet and drifting off into a light nap.

"..Maybe it won't be so bad." Jason said softly and slid out of bed.

getting a pair of shorts on he moved out into the hall way and leaned in to check on Percy.

"Oh Jupiter! it's worse then I thought!" came his cry as Annabeth opened one eye and chuckled.

15 minutes later (though it felt like hours to poor Jason) and Percy had been cleaned up of all of his mess and taped up in a nice snug diaper.

the sea brat had woken up halfway though the clean up but hadn't offered one bit of resistance as Jason cleaned him, unless you counted him covering his face in shame when he got a stiffie as Jason wiped his winky.

Still he had been a good boy and lifted his hips when told to for Jason to slid the thick diaper under his butt and sucked on his thumb big time as Jason helped him to his feet.

"well, I guess it's save to say your not big enough for big boy undies huh buddy?" Jason asked and kissed Percy's hot cheek. "Wave bye bye to your undies." Jason added, tossing them in a waste basket and almost melting as after a second, Percy actually waved bye.

a pat on his padded rump and a point towards the living room had Percy toddling unsteadily on his feet, getting used to the bulk between his legs while Jason took the bag out of the trash can and tied it shut, unwilling to let the treasure so to speak linger.

As he came out of the bathroom he saw one of two adorable sights. the first was that Percy had plopped onto his butt and was trying to get back up. the second was that Annabeth was at the end of the hall, leaning down slightly and lightly slapping her thighs and coo'ing to Percy.

"Come on little guy, you can do it! walk for mommy!" She coo'ed."Stop sucking on your thumb and use both hands to get up and for balance~ that's it!"

Percy was clearly mortified, but had a silly grin on his face and pulled his drool soaked thumb out of his mouth and managed to get up on his feet and step by step made his way to her, arms held out like a baby learning to walk.

'Awww, babies first steps and we didn't record it.' Jason mused.

Percy huggled and nuzzled Annabeth who showed off her shocking power as he lifted him up and set him on her hip, taking over over to the couch and sitting down with him as Jason ran the bag with the smelly undies and shorts out to the trash.

Joining the other two on the couch, Jason and Annabeth were on either side of Percy and giving him lots of cuddles.

"So..I suppose you have a few questions for us." Jason started.

"MORE then a few.." Percy agreed.

Half a hour later and Percy was all caught up with what was going on, how this had been the end game from the start and how long he'd been cucked.

It hurt in a way but in the long run he could tell that despite him not being considered a man or even a big boy anymore, Annabeth still cared for him and well, he kinda liked the attention from Jason as well.

"Will I still get to have sex?" Percy asked as his last question.

"well, depends on what you count as sex. You'll get diaper rubs when being breast fed." Annabeth said.

"and your free to hump your stuffies, just not too much, I don't wanna have to replace the stuffing in them every day." Jason said then looked a little sheepish. "Thoughh uhhh..If you wanted to make daddy super duper happy and get a bunch of toys as a reward..I kinda like the idea of long term cock locks on little boys like you."

Percy whined at that and squirmed.

"H-How long?" he asked.

"ehehe well uh..at least a year at a time." Jason started and Percy's jaw dropped.

"Are you nuts?! I'd go crazy!! There's n-" Percy started to whine and have a fit, but was tugged suddenly by Annabeth.

while his attention had been on Jason she'd slipped off her top and now had Percy in her lap and one of her tits resting against his face, the hand on the back on his head and the other hand on his crotch.

"Shhh don't be so fussy and drink up and think about it." she coo'ed.

He tried to fight free for a few seconds but then while trying to yell actually tasted some milk coming out of Annabeth's perfect tits and calmed down, suckling away almost greedily now and thrusting his crotch into her hand over and over again as he drank up.

"if you end up creaming yourself while drinking titty milk I'm going to have to take it as a sign you wanna be locked up for a year buddy." Jason coo'ed, moving around behind Annabeth now and kissing the back of her neck. "Doesn't that sound fair 'mommy'?"

"Mmmhhhm~ totally 'daddy'."Annabeth moaned then turned her attention to Percy. "What do you think baby Percy? Does that sound fair and you want mommy to stop feeding you her boobies or do you wanna keep drinking. hold up one finger for stop, two for keep going."

To the surprise of no one two fingers were held up and she let Percy keep nursing, though she felt a need to toss out a warning.

"Percy sweetie, you might wanna slow down, titty milk is mean for real babies, not big ones and can react funny with your system." she warned.

"Like what?" Jason asked, looking a little concerned now.

"Oh, he'll have this go right though him and then you'll have your first stinky diaper to change." Annabeth said with a evil grin.

"..Uh Percy buddy maybe slow down." Jason said, sweat dropping a little.

It wasn't that he didn't wanna change a smelly diaper, more just he thought there would be more of a break in between said smelly diapers.

In any case Percy either didn't seem to hear mommy and daddy because he was lost in his own little world of diapie rubs and titty milk or he just didn't care, a ominous gurgling coming from his tummy.

"better get ready for anther present from your favorite little gift maker." Annabeth teased Jason as she increased the diaper rubbing which made Percy only drink harder.

Jason resigned himself to his fate and decided to help things along, reaching around Annabeth's arm and rubbing and pushing on Percy's tum tum.

the effect was almost instant and Annabeth pulled her hand away just as Percy started to spurt, the back of his diaper ballooning out with hot mush and hiting his happy spot on the way out and Percy was derpy faced and hand titty milk running down his chin as he diaper humped the air.

"Cumming! Baby Percy ish cumming while going POOPIE in his diapies!" he babbled out.

"heh, you sure are~"

-3 and half months later-

Adjusting to life as a family and living at the camp year round wasn't always easy for everyone, for one there had been a tricky business with calming down Percy's real dad when he found out what Percy had been turned into.

Thankfully Zeus and Hades had manged to calm him down and make him see how much happier their nephew was like this and sea daddy had let it go, though warned Jason and Annabeth that if they ever broke Percy's heart not even his brothers would be able to stop his rage before leaving.

(ironically this threat had made Annabeth have a slight accident and Percy had giggled for almost a hour about how mommy needed diapers too)

Switching all of his clothes into little style ones was anther challenge and then there was the fun of trying to figure out what he could keep from his old life and what he had to give away, though the little yard sale they had for his big boy stuff was helped with Percy in just his diapers and a pair of sandal's running around and gushing over different things and hyping up how kewl they were.

Today however Fall was well underway and Jason was sitting on the front porch with Annabeth sipping on some hot cider while Percy played in the yard.

He was dressed in light black sweat pants and white socks and a pair of light up heel velco strap sneaker, and wearing a light jacket colored blue to help with the chill in the air.

his thick diaper showed under the sweats but after so long in the diapers he only had trouble walking or running when they went up to three diapers just before bed.

Jason had just finished raking up all the leafs into piles before taking a seat on the porch and sighed a little as Percy apparently made it his mission to take out the 'evil leaf aliens from planet FART' via jumping into the piles.

"Remind me why I bothered to rake these when i knew he was coming out to play?" Jason asked, smirking slightly.

"heh,well if I had to take a guess I would suggest that your a glutton for punishment.. or you just wanted to watch him be a cute little dork." Annabeth said and took a sip, then placed a hand on her tummy. "So, I have a question for you."

"Oh?"Jason asked, his hand joining hers on her belly and feeling a little kick.

"How long do we wait to tell him he's gonna be a big brother?"

The end

[thenakedgingerwrites]

Gullible Mike

AN: I’ve had a few prompts on my notepad for years that I haven’t fleshed out and finally got into a creative and horny mood today. Prompt below. I welcome any other authors to take it and run with it to make their own variation on the simple idea. I ended up having the POV be the controller but I think my original prompt idea was that the POV would be controlled. If you use the prompt shoot me a message so I can enjoy your mischievous minds :)

Prompt: “Photo or video gets found of a friend and he has to convince his friend it’s not him by getting naked.”

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The hypnosis show me and some buddies went to a few weeks ago was pretty fun. A few of us had been called up on stage and while it didn’t appear to work on a few invited volunteers, it had certainly worked on Mike.

His instruction was pretty simple: to be incredibly gullible. The hypnotist lady had then gotten him into a number of funny situations by proving just how gullible he was. He had offered a bunch of money to random members of the audience since it was obviously illegal to have more than $2 in your wallet at any time. He talked like a baby to anyone who claimed they were a parent because that was the polite thing to do. And lastly, he had taken off his jeans because the hypnotist thought they were on fire!

The show wasn’t x-rated or anything, so it stopped there, but it was pretty funny to see Mike hopping around on stage in his boxer briefs and polo. The audience’s wolf whistles agreed. Before a heckler’s shout of “I think your underwear’s on fire too!” she had put him back under.

It wasn’t until a few days later that it became apparent to me that Mike was still under this ‘gullible’ command. We had been hanging out just the two of us and watching the Packers v. Steelers game and he was going on and on about how Roethlisberger was going to wipe the field with my team. I jokingly said something like “since you’re clearly in love with him, a good luck kiss might go a long way.”

He somewhat seriously asked me, “you think so?” I figured we were still just razzing each other and so I responded, “Oh for sure. If you plant a big one on the TV when he’s on screen I’m positive that’ll make sure the Steelers win.”

Mike just sat there with a curious face as we continued to watch the game. I thought it was just a weird interaction until the camera zoomed in on Roethlisberger between downs. Mike nearly sprinted to the TV and kissed the image of Ben. “Good luck Ben!” he said, somewhat seductively.

I burst out laughing thinking he was still just trying to be funny. He looked back at me and said, “we’ll see who’s laughing at the end of the game.”

I rolled my eyes and got us another round of beers, but these bizarre actions continued. All through the game anytime Ben was shown on screen, Mike would run up and kiss the TV. Luckily we were at his place so I didn’t care about the lip marks and saliva streaks on the screen but I was flabbergasted. What the fuck was wrong with him?

And then I remembered the hypnotist.

It clicked that Mike was clearly still under the command she had given him. I wasn’t sure what to do about it though. I remembered the bar she had performed at so maybe I could call them to get in contact with her and have her reverse this thing.

Then the Steelers scored and he gloated to me that my team was gonna lose because I didn’t have as much team spirit and loyalty like he did.

“You haven’t kissed Rodgers once and you call yourself a fan? You should be ashamed.”

Really, Mike? That’s how you’re gonna act?

“Well at least I’m not kissing him wrong unlike you. What you’re doing is far more disrespectful. I bet they lose the game since you’re doing it so wrong.”

Mike looked worried, “what do you mean?”

“Everyone knows you don’t fucking kiss the quarterback like it’s your grandma or something. I haven’t seen tongue once this whole game. And your silent ass kiss is probably gonna make him miss every throw from this point on.”

Mike was wide eyed. I wagered that in his warped mind now he thought HE would be responsible if they lost. He looked to the TV in terror. Serendipitously, he actually did botch the pass in the next play. Honestly it was more good defense from the Packers end and less-so a poor throw from Roethlisberger but to Mike, that was the confirmation he needed.

The camera zoomed in on Ben cursing inaudibly and Mike went to work. He was fucking making out with the screen, tongue and all, and moaning a ton. He even ran one of his hands up the screen like he was caressing the dude.

I was filled with mixed emotions. I felt bad that I was taking advantage of the situation, I felt ecstatic because this shit was hilarious and I couldn’t wait to tell the guys, and, scarily, I felt turned on watching him make out with 2D Ben Roethlisberger and moaning louder and louder.

The tent in my gym shorts told me I was feeling the third emotion more than anything else.

We were close to the end of the game and I wasn’t pleased that the Packers had lost but for the first time in my life I didn’t care. The day had made a turn and seeing Mike in this way was a treat I didn’t know I wanted.

He continued to berate me for not caring about the Packers as much as he cared about the Steelers which was an argument I let him win. I was still a bit in a state of shock.

I finished my beer and needed to get home. As I was getting ready to leave, I decided to try something. It was dumb, but at that point I was still thinking with the hard dick in my shorts.

“Alright, Mike, I need to head out.”

“Sounds good Matt. Sorry, I made your team lose. Not!”

I rolled my eyes again, “yeah, well maybe next time I’ll try my own good luck charm.”

He raised his eyes, “What’s that!?”

“Well I’m not going to give you any secrets to let your team keep winning against mine.”

“Ah, fuck you Matt. We’ll win no matter what.”

“Sure, sure. Anyway, should we do the kiss now?”

He looked at me confused and took a step back. “The what now?”

“You know, the goodbye kiss.”

He still looked at me like I was crazy. I started to get nervous but doubled down, hoping it would work.

“When two friends watch a game together, they have to kiss after it’s over to show there’s no hard feelings. Have you honestly never heard of that rule?”

He shook his head, “No I… I guess I haven’t. I’m sorry, Matt.”

“Shit, I hope you haven’t pissed off any of your other friends.”

I could see panic in his eyes as he thought through how many times he had botched this gentleman’s rule before.

“It’s probably fine, Mike,” I assured him. “You didn’t know. I’m sure no harm done.”

“Fuck. I hope so.” He looked up at me, “Well I won’t fuck up from now on, that’s for sure!”

He walked up to me and kissed me.

It was so quick and I was on cloud nine with the realization that it had worked that I just stood there for a second.

He looked at me curiously and asked, “We good?” I blinked away my shock to continue the game, “Is that how you kissed Roethlisberger? I thought we were actually friends, dude.”

“Oh, shit sorry!”

I didn’t even need to coach him on what I wanted. He leaned back in and planted his lips on mine but this time, began to invade my mouth with his tongue. As he did he rubbed my back and began to moan. This time, I kissed back.

My arms also stroked up and down the small of his back and I even risked a single rub down onto his butt. Man, was it hot. If he felt my boner pressing up against his thigh, Mike didn’t say anything.

We kissed hot and heavy like this for a good 30 seconds before he broke away.

“Sorry, Matt. I’ll be sure to give a proper kiss moving forward.”

“Yeah… Yeah.”

I was at a loss for words.

I should leave.

I should.

I didn’t.

I’m not sure why it came to mind but I was running on autopilot at this stage controlled entirely by the dick in my shorts. I wouldn’t identify as gay or really even bi, but I had been curious for a bit what it would be like to be with another guy. Mostly like a morbid curiosity or something, but now that there was a real opportunity on the table, with someone I trusted and who was pretty freaking hot, I couldn’t resist the temptation to get it out of my system.

“Oh fuck, dude.”

I looked down at my phone as I exclaimed that.

Mike looked at me, “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“I think your ex leaked dick pics of you.”

“What?!” Mike shouted and ran over to my phone to try and get a look.

I hid my phone from him quickly and covered myself by saying “wait, Mike. You don’t want to look at these in case it’s not actually your dick. That would make you gay if you did.”

He quickly backed off, “I’m not gay!”

“Right, right. Me either. But I didn’t have a choice, I had to look at them but you don’t have to.”

“Okay, yeah. How the fuck would she have done that though? I don’t remember her even taking them!”

“I’m not sure, Mike,” I said. “Maybe she took them when you weren’t paying attention.”

“Fuck, are you sure it’s me?” he asked nervously.

Gotcha.

“Well, I’m not sure. The only way I could know for sure would be to see your dick to compare.”

Mike looked confused, “Well that would be pretty gay dude. I don’t want you looking at my junk and I’m sure you don’t either.”

“Well of course not, but chances are I’m already looking at it right now. But I’m willing to do this as a friend, and that wouldn’t be gay. And if it’s not actually your dick then you don’t have to worry. If it is, we should report them and try and get them taken down.”

“Fuck. Fuck! I don’t want dick pics of me out there on the internet!”

“I know! Think about if your work found them, or your family! That would be so embarrassing!”

“Shit shit shit.” Mike was freaking out. “Okay… Okay, are you sure you don’t mind helping me out?”

“As a friend, I have to do everything in my power to confirm whether these pics are of you or not.”

“You’re such a good friend, Matt. I’m sorry you’re in this position though.”

Oh, no worries.

Mike hesitantly started to undo the button on his cargo shorts. He didn’t strip in any sort of sexy way but a second later his cargo shorts hit the ground. I was staring at a similar image as last week: Mike standing there with nothing but a shirt and underwear. This time though, his hands were reaching for the waistband.

“I’m sorry,” he said to me one more time.

I went to say ‘no problem’ but got caught off by the shucking of his boxer briefs. As he stood back up I finally got to see it. The whole package.

Mike clearly didn’t manscape much and honestly neither did I, but that didn’t hide what he was packing. His soft cock was cut like my own and pretty thick. I knew not to judge a guy based on his softie but wagered he was large. And as a double bonus the balls below, while tight to his body, looked pretty big too.

I stared.

“Well?” Mike asked me cautiously with his palms extended, miming ‘what do you think?’

“I… I’m not sure.”

“What do you mean?” he asked me.

“Well, Mike, this is awkward… but the photos here are of a hard dick. It’s difficult to know for sure if this is you or not comparing the two.”

“Fuck man! What are we gonna do?”

“I’m not sure,” I replied.

I wanted him to come up with the solution. Somehow that made me feel less like a terrible person and friend.

“I hate to ask…” he started. “But, would you be willing to look at my stuff if I went and got a boner?”

“Man, Mike… I mean. Like I said, as a friend I basically have to. It’s my duty, as everyone knows. So yeah, I’ll compare your boner to the pictures.”

He sighed in relief. “You’re the best, Matt.”

He looked around, “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get it up though given the situation…”

Time to test this hypnosis. I planted a seed. “Well, I heard that in this situation I’m supposed to be the one to get you hard.”

“What? Where did you hear that?”

“Greg, my buddy from work, told me a year or so ago. This same thing had happened to a friend of his.”

“Fuck, really?”

“Yeah,” I said. “And I asked him if that was gay or anything.”

“That’s what I was wondering too.”

Mike was falling perfectly into my made up scenario. “Yeah, but Greg assured me that it isn’t. Literally anything I have to do to make sure you’re good isn’t gay. It’s just being a good friend. But he told me that his friend couldn’t get himself hard because boners look different when you get it up versus when someone else does.”

“Really, I’ve never noticed before.”

“Me either, but I guess that’s because I don’t really notice dicks, you know?”

He nodded his head eagerly. “Right, right.”

“So, I guess, I’ll have to get you hard. That’s like the only way I’ll be able to tell for sure.”

“Damn. I’m so sorry, Matt.”

“Honestly, don’t worry about apologizing. I’m just happy I can hopeful help to confirm you have nothing to worry about with these photos.”

“Thanks man!”

He looked around the room a bit awkwardly. “Should we uh.. Sit down or something?”

I pointed to the couch. “Yeah, why don’t you sit there.”

He did as instructed and spread his legs out. He hadn’t bothered to cover up at all this whole time and as he sat down and reclined a bit, his soft dick fell to one side of his thighs.

I timidly knelt down in front of him. He watched me. Now just inches from me was the first dick I had really ever seen up close besides my own. Gym showers don’t really count. This was entirely different.

I reached my hand out. I was no longer nervous that I would get caught or something because it was clear I could do anything with Gullible Mike at this point. I was just nervous about how much I was going to like this.

My fingers touched flesh. The soft skin of Mike’s cock was warm and spongey. I sort of just played with it in my finger tips for a few moments before palming it. As I started my slow strokes to bring Mike Jr. to life, I looked up at Mike Sr.

He was watching but was clearly embarrassed. He was blushing profusely. I probably could have spared him with some command, but I decided against it. It was fun to watch him squirm a bit.

He slowly began to inflate and as he did I took note of his balls with my other hand. They were indeed large. Larger than mine at least. Mike clearly didn’t shave them but there wasn’t much hair. Mostly up near where they met his body. I lightly massaged them, earning me the first moan from Mike.

He had leaned his head back, no longer watching the action. Perhaps he was imagining some girl doing this to him. Perhaps he was just enjoying the experience as much as I was.

My hand was now grasping onto firm meat. His cock was at full mast. Finally I had him beat somewhere. His dick was probably only about 6 inches hard, maybe a little smaller actually. However, he still had me beat in girth. I continued to stroke him for a bit when Mike finally spoke up.

“I think I’m fully hard now. Can you tell if the pics are of my dick or not?”

I pulled out my phone, letting his dick fall back onto his belly with an audible ‘smack.’ I pretended to compare the imaginary pics up against his dick.

“Hm, mind if I take some photos of the same angle so I can compare them side by side?”

“Umm…” he bit his lip.

“I’ll delete them obviously.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, that’s fine.”

I took a myriad of photos for my own personal entertainment. Some close up, some showing all of Mike including his face which was still flushed. I even took a secret video of me holding his dick upright and stroking it a bit.

“So, I’m feeling more confident that it may not be your dick.”

“Oh thank god!”

“But, there’s a few things that are still off.”

Mike was worried again, “like what?”

“Well… the photos of the dick are kind of… wet.”

“Wet?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Like, your ex had just given you a blowjob or something.”

“Fuck. Is there that much of a difference with a bit of saliva on it?”

“Surprisingly yeah. It’s hard for me to know for sure. Unless…”

“Unless you…?” He asked.

I feigned hesitation. “I think I have to blow you.”

“Matt, no, that’s too much. I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“Mike, you don’t have to. You’re one of my best friends.”

“Seriously, Matt. I’d rather just have my dick pics leaked. I would feel so bad asking you to do that for me.”

“No, I’ve made up my mind. This is for you, Mike!”

Without letting him try and talk me out of it, I brought his dick to my mouth.

“Oh fuck! Mmmm” Mike no longer protested.

Being the first blowjob I’d ever given, I didn’t get much in at first. Maybe two inches of his thick cock. But as I continued to bob on it, I got past the halfway point.

Mike’s dick tasted great. There was a fleshy, salty taste that I’d expect from skin like when I’ve licked my fingers in the past after getting food on them or something. But there was also an extra flavor that I realized must be his pre.

In under a minute, Mike was moaning loudly. He even placed a hand on the back of my head. Not forcing me down his dick or anything, but he kindly rubbed and played with my hair as I sucked him.

I hate to admit it, but I loved it. I don’t think I could say I wasn’t bi anymore.

I continued to nearly gag on his thick tool when he interrupted me to say, “Matt, I think you should stop. If you go any further I might fucking cum.”

I stopped to look up at him and deliver my last line, “I didn’t want to mention this, but the pics also had a video of the dick cumming. I think that’s the only way I’ll know for sure.”

“Matt…”

Mike was fully flushed both from the seemingly great blowjob I had been giving but also the idea that he was asking his friend to make him cum. He was so embarrassed.

“You don’t have to ask me, Mike. I want to. You’d make me into a bad friend if you didn’t let me.”

“Well, you are a great friend.”

“So it’s settled.”

I went back to work.

“Fuck, Matt…”

It honestly didn’t take long. I hadn’t gotten to the point where I could take his whole dick in my throat; I’m not sure how gay guys do it. But I got probably 4 or 5 inches down when I felt his ball sac start to tighten up.

“Matt, I’m gonna cum.”

I wanted to taste it but I also got a little gun shy and scared. This was maybe too much for my first gay experience. I released his dick from my mouth and began to stroke him instead. Eight strokes later, his thighs flexed and he grunted.

Mike wasn’t a shooter like myself but fuck did he cum a lot. The first spurt actually shot out a couple inches onto his abs. The next four were just gushes that flowed out and down his dick onto my hand but it was a ton. Then he dribbled more and more for a minute or so as I continued to stroke his slowly deflating cock.

“Wow, Mike. That’s a lot of cum.”

“Haha, thanks. I feel terrible for putting you through this though. I’m a fucking asshole.”

“No you’re not! And, now that I’ve seen you cum, I’m positive these dick pics aren’t of you.”

“Really?!”

He shot up in excitement which caused his semi-hard dick, covered in cum, hit me the face. I fell back in shock and he quickly knelt down to make sure I was okay.

“Shit, sorry Matt! Oh fuck, I got my cum on your face.”

I could feel the warm liquid on my cheek and bit on my mouth.

“Well you know what they say,” I said with a laugh.

“What?”

“You know, ‘if you get cum on a guy’s face, you have to clean it off with your tongue.’”

“Shit, I had no idea. Matt you seem to know so much.”

“Oh I do. I’ll be sure to keep teaching you.”

We shared a laugh before he leaned in.

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I want her to be mine Part 1

Kuina x OC (female OC)

TW: Death; Niragi (Yes, I’m including Niragi as a trigger now, even though he is very ooc here and OC’s best friend); harrasment, sexual harrasment mention, bullying

Word count: 3.8k

Ino was dancing her way through the crowd. She didn’t have to push through. People made room for her. She knew that they were not doing it out of the kindness of their hearts. She was known to be a gun wielding maniac and Niragis best friend. They didn’t want to be on her bad side, and she was known to be ill-tempered. Wearing short shorts that barely covered her butt and a green velvet camisole she would never be pointed out for her clothes. Everyone was clothed less in the beach. The things that made her stick out of the group where the two guns she had on her hipholsters and the knife strapped to her thigh.

“Finally.”, she muttered, as she spotted Niragi on the other side of the pool.

She grabbed the drink of a girl standing nearby and walked around the pool, watching how her best friend was talking – no threatening – Chishiya and Kuina.

“Niragi”, she said, as soon as she was within hearing distance, “Aguni wants to see you.”

She crossed her arms, the drink, a pink liquid in a tall glass, still in her hand. She hated being the message girl.

“I have business to do”, Niragi said, not turning back to look at her, “This little man is bothering me.”

“That little man is always bothering you”, she said sighing, “Come on. You know how Aguni gets when he has to wait.”

She wasn’t looking at Niragi. Her gaze was fixed on Kuina. She found that that woman was too beautiful to be real.

Niragi groaned, pushing the head of his sniper rifle into Chishiyas stomach. He still didn’t make any effort to move away from the man. Kuina was watching him with a worried expression on her face and Chishiya simply did not seem to care. Sighing she took a big gulp of the cocktail she was holding and smashed the rest on the floor.

“I demand attention!”, she almost shouted.

Niragi chuckeled, “Remined me. Why don’t I kill you?”

“Because I’m your best friend, idiot.”

Niragi seemed to accept that, turning and walking past her, to the hotel. She stayed for a moment, gifting Kuina a little smile, then she turned back, following Niragi inside.

“If you want her so much, why don’t you just take her?”, Niragi asked, as they were crossing the lobby.

“Are you asking why I’m not making a move or are you advising me to force myself onto her?”, Ino asked, laughing.

She knew Niragi since highschool. He had interned and later worked at her fathers indie gaming company and she had worked on the same team with him. She knew everything about him and he about her.

“Both”, he said, shrugging, “You’re not the one to wait around if you want something.”

“If you were not so precious to me, maybe I would be the one shooting you.”, she replied, bumping her shoulder in his arm, making him laugh.

After they reached Agunis room she waited outside. He had asked for Niragi. He didn’t say that he wanted to see her with him, so that meant that she was not invited. She was leaning against the wall, quietly humming the hanging trees melody and playing with her knive, starting to not only hum but sing, as she saw Kuina coming out of the elevator. She knew she looked kinda scary with her huge scar extending from her right eyebrow all the way down to her navel. Singing such an ominous song while staring at the beautiful women walking towards her must have made her look even scarier. Not to forget the throwing knive she was twirling between her fingers.

“You really shouldn’t hang with Chishiya”, she advised, as Kuina was walking past her, making her stop, “At least not then Niragi is around. I’m afraid that one day you might get caught in some enthusiastic friendly fire.”

She couldn’t believe that those there the first words she had spoken to the woman she had been watching since she got to the beach. She never had acknowledged her enough to talk to her before.

“I can do whatever I want.”, Kuina answered, “What is it to you if I die?”

She had caught the woman watching her, but her expression could never be read. Maybe she was just some transphobe who had identified her and was plotting her death. Maybe she just didn’t like her face, that seemed to be the problem between Niragi and Chishiya.

The woman smiled, “You’re too pretty to die because Niragi can’t stand that weirdos face.”

Kuina was silent for a moment. Did she just tell her that she was pretty? She turned to look the woman in the face. She was still not showing any emotions.

“Too pretty, huh?”, she asked, the woman was pretty herself, but Kuina never thought much of it. She was just another militant and if Niragi was not following her like a shadow she was dancing with some other militant. Kuina had noticed that those guys seemed to vanish after she had seen them with her.

Pushing herself of the wall she put the knife back in its strap and smiled. She walked up to Kuina. She was short compared to her, only reaching her chin, and smiled up to her, before turning around and vanishing in her rooms, a couple of doors next to Agunis. The door between her and Agunis door was leading into Niragis room and their rooms were interconnected. She put the chair against the doorknob. If Niragi wanted to see her, he would come through the middle door anyway. She deattached her holsters and wiggled out of her shorts. Tomorrow she would have to play a game, she thought, as she was pulling her camisole over her head. She just hoped it was one she could beat. She would have Niragi with her. She never went to a game without him. He was the only person in this place she trusted. She slipped into a silk nightdress, the kind she used to sleep in all the time and brushed her hair. Her life used to be so good. How did she and up here?

“What’s up, princess?”, she could see Niragi in the mirror, leaning on the frame of their connecting door.

“Cuddles tonight?”, she asked, placing the brush on the vanity, and turning to Niragi.

He laughed, but nodded, “I think you just need some Vitamin D.”

She rolled her eyes, “Maybe I would get some if you didn’t kill everyone who dared to touch me.”

Niragi was already getting undressed all the way down to his boxers and laid down, extending a hand to her. Sighing she stood up and walked up to the bed, laying down beside her best friend and letting him wrap his arms around her.

“They all didn’t deserve you”, he mumbled into her hair, “I only want the best for you.”

“You want me to die horny”, she answered, cuddling into his chest, “I miss being touched that way. I would be very grateful to you if you did not kill everyone who touched me.”

Niragi sighed, “Can’t you just abstain as long as we’re here?”

She playfully hit his arm, “I’m going to approach Kuina and I want her to stay alive to fuck me.”

“Stop thinking about sex”, Niragi scolded her with a bored voice, “Concentrate on the game tomorrow. We will have to play.”

Yawning she nodded, before falling asleep in her best friends’ arms.

The next day went by uneventful and as the signal for the start of the games sounded through the hotel, she and Niragi were already in the lobby. They would not draw a number. They already knew they would go to the game with the other militants. They had to take some civilians with them, though. Who they would take with them would be chosen by luck. Many did not consider themselves lucky then they drew the M instead of a number. Either they would have an easy game and the militants would fight their way free for them or it would be a deadly game and they would be killed by the same people who were sent to protect them.

She was watching Kuina and Chishiya argue.

“You have to find someone to switch with.”, he said.

“Who would switch with me?”, she asked, looking around.

Everyone who wanted to participate was already making their way out. Thinking that this was an opportunity to “bring order to the beach” she signaled Niragi to stay and made her way over to Kuina.

“What number did you draw?”, she asked, not even acknowledging Chishiya.

“We were about to switch”, he said, holding his own number, a 3 up.

She ripped the piece of paper out of Kuinas hand and unscrambled it.

“Looks like you’re with us”, she said grinning, “That’s the law. You go with the number you get. No more horsetrading.”

She grabbed Kuinas arm and pulled her with her to the two militant cars. Niragi opened the door to the front passenger seat, grabbed the young man already sitting there and pulled him out. Before he sat down, he turned to her and threw the keys to her, “You’re driving today.”, he said, getting in.

Catching the keys, she watched Kuina sit down and finally sat down herself. The drive took them about 15 minutes. The game arena looked like a normal apartment complex. She stopped for a moment, showing Niragi what had caught her attention. There were two different entrances. Both were limited to 10 people each. A sign told them to leave their weapons outside.

Niragi pointed his head to the second entrance and one of the militants peaked in, “Here are already six people”, he informed them.

“2 here”, Ino informed the group.

“Militants here”, Niragi pointed to the first entrance, “Weeklings there”, he pointed to the second door.

The people they had brought, only 4 including Kuina, were looking distraught. They were 7 militants.

“She’s with me”, Ino said, pulling Kuina by her arm to her side, “She’s coming with us.”

Kuina did not protest. This short before a game one should never put the militants in a bad mood.

The others nodded. She had the highest number after Niragi. If he didn’t say something to contradict her, they would listen. Niragi rolled his eyes about his best friends’ behavior, but she had told him that she wanted to fuck that girl, so she would.

After entering through the first entrance, they each picked up a phone and waited for the other group to be full. A couple of minutes of silence ensued. Niragi and Ino did not talk because there were others in the room. The others did not talk, because Niragi was in the room.

“Registration is closed”, the mechanic voice announced, after a while, the five of clubs card flashed on the screen, and a table was elevated from the ground with all kinds of sharp objects on it, “Game: Kill or be killed. Two teams with ten players each have been assembled. Players are free to choose weapons from the table. Clearing Conditions: The team with the most kills wins. Game over: If a player dies or is part of the team with the least kills it is game over for them. Time limit: 20 minutes”

Niragi laughed, walking over to the table and grabbed an axe and 2 machetes. He gave one of them to Ino and pointed to the throwing knives, “Take them.”

She took them. She didn’t mind small orders from Niragi. They had been a team for five years. That meant that they have been giving and taking orders to and from each other for half a decade.

“What are you good with, princess?”, Ino asked, turning to Kuina.

The other militants did not take anything yet. They were like a pack of wolves. They would not get anything until their “Alphas” were done. Considering that Aguni was not with them they had to do as Niragi pleased. Kuina looked over the table.

“Sword”, she said and watched as Ino grabbed one and handed it to her.

Ino caught Niragi staring at the screen.

“What’s the problem?”, she asked, looking up to his face and then to the screen.

Beneath the rules two columns had appeared. Group Right and Group Left. Both columns had a big black zero beneath their group names.

“It doesn’t specifically say that we have to kill people from the other team to win”, he said, thoughtfully, looking back to the two civilians standing in the back, they had not even chosen a weapon yet. Ino guessed the reason for that might be one of the militants standing by the table looking the girls up and down with a dirty look on his face.

She rolled her eyes. Men.

“Maybe we should look into it”, the man said, taking a knife and walking toward the women, who were already covering into the wall.

Niragi turned to watch him. Ino saw up to him again. His face didn’t betray any emotion but seeing those women in such fear had to remind him of his old life.

“Maybe we should”, Ino agreed, walking up to the girls, coming to a halt right next to the militant.

He smiled at her. She smiled back, swinging her machete into his neck. His eyes were widened in shock as he fell to the ground. Gurgling noises could be heard for a couple of moments, then they stopped. Ino looked back to the scoreboard. A point had appeared for the other group.

“I guess that means we protect the girls”, she concluded, walking back to Kuina and grabbing her hand, “Niragi?”

“You stay here”, he said looking to the women, “everyone else, the hunt is on!”

With that he hollered, swinging his ax and machete and opened the door to enter the playing field, abruptly stopping in his tracks.

“It’s a fucking labyrinth”, he muttered, “Come on. We need to split up.”

Ino sighed, that was a dumb idea. Everyone died in horror movies as soon as they split up.

Niragi looked at her for a moment, before nodding and walking off. They would survive. There was no way this game would get any of them killed.

“You’re with me.”, Ino said, grabbing Kuinas wrist and dragging her off, walking in the opposite direction of where Niragi disappeared.

“Why?”, Kuina asked.

The labyrinth was silent. She couldn’t hear anything beside her heart pounding.

“I don’t think this is a talkie talkie game”, Sakura said, her machete raised, slowly walking around the next corner.

Kuina huffed, following Ino. If she didn’t have to, she walked straight, not taking any turns. They had to hurry. They were already down to 15 Minutes and the only point given in the game was the militant Ino had killed. She started to consider it a bad idea. She had made a point for her rivals. If they didn’t find and kill someone soon, they would lose. She stopped. She thought she had heard something. Trying to concentrate on the sounds around them she closed her eyes, hearing Kuinas footsteps continue walking, walking past her.

She heard the sound again. It was coming from around the corner that Kuina was about to turn. Not even thinking she lunged forward, grabbing Kuinas waist and pushing her back, while swinging her machete. She was too late. She screamed as something made impact with her forearm, wildly swinging her machete she only stopped, as the man infront of her collapsed to the ground.

“Ino!”, she heard Niragi scream.

Examining her arm, she screamed back: “I’m fine.”

She was cut and bleeding, but it didn’t look too deep. An agonized moan escaped her mouth, as her phone beeped, signaling the point she had made.

“Are you ok?”, Kuina asked, automatically grabbing her arm to have a better look at her wound.

“I just said that I’m fine, didn’t I?”, Ino growled. This was so frustrating. It was her dominant hand.

“I’ll take the lead”, Kuina announced and wanted to continue walking, but Ino grabbed her wrist.

“Look”, she said shoving her arm in Kuinas face, “That happened because you took the lead. Stay the fuck behind me.”

With that she walked off, machete up in her left hand, cautiously walking around the next corner. Her phone beeped again. A quick look on it showed her that her team had gained another point. She grinned. Now it would be enough if no one else on their team got killed.

She heard a scream and started looking around, “Its ok”, she told Kuina, showing her the phone. They had gained another point. Kuina nodded.

She was just about to turn the next corner as she stopped, raising the machete over her head, and hacking down the second she turned the corner.

“I guess it really is a matter of time until one of us kills the other”, Niragi said laughing, as their machetes clashed.

Ino took down the machete that she was holding up with both hands, grasping her injury with her other hand.

“Fuck”, Niragi groaned, grabbing her arm, “That’s not fine.”

“It will be”, she said, taking her arm out of his grip, “Don’t worry. Made a kill yet?”

Niragi shook his head, “You are the first people I´ve seen since I got in the labyrinth.”

“Looks like I’m winning”, Ino said grinning, walking off.

She only heard one set of feet walking behind her, so she turned. Niragi was right behind her, Kuina was still standing where she had left her.

“Come on princess”, Ino said smiling, “I want to give Niragi a chance to beat me!”

Niragi had walked ahead and was now hollering. He found someone from the opposing team and was using his ax to cut the man down.

Niragi turned back to them, after the man he was axing down stopped moving. Blood had splattered all over his face and shirt, “It’s a tie, princess”, he screamed joyfully, turning back around and started walking away.

“No ties for you!”, Ino laughed, pushing past Niragi and running ahead.

“What the fuck, Ino”, Niragi laughed, following her.

“Kuina, move your sweet ass over here”, Ino ordered, laughing and ran off.

After a couple of moments, she could hear Kuinas footsteps behind her. She grinned. She was already listening to her.

She stopped in her tracks as she heard Kuina scream. She was lying on the ground, a big bulky man sitting on her stomach, fighting to put a knife to her throat. Ino ran back, trying to pull the man off the fighting girl. He backhanded her, causing Ino to fall back and hit her head on the floor.

She heard another scream and looked up to see Niragi swinging his ax one more time, making the man fall to his side and off Kuina. Ino scrambled to her knees and scooted over to Kuina, helping her up.

“Are you ok?”, she asked, one hand hovering over her neck, there are fine line of blood was glistening.

“I´m alright”, Kuina answered, standing up, “You must’ve hurt your head. You fell pretty hard.”

Ino wanted to say that she was ok, but she only hissed in pain, as Niragi touched the back of her head.

“You’re bleeding”, he informed her in a judging voice, “If you continue like that, you’ll die today.”

She punched his arm.

Four to one, we’re winning”, she said, taking Kuinas hand and dragging her along, “Only five minutes remaining.”

The last five minutes were uneventful. Noone else died until the time ran out and lasers killed everyone left in the losing team. As they got back to their base, the two civilian women were already gone and they were the last militants to arrive.

“Let’s go home”, Niragi said, not even stopping to look at his comrades.

The car ride was silent. They had split up to be able to take both cars to the beach and Niragi was driving. He was shooting concerned glances in her direction every once in a while, trying to ignore the feeling that he should’ve been able to protect her. Kuina was the only one they had taken with them. The poor girl was sitting in the back, staring at Inos bloody, matted hair. She was just trying to win the game, Kuina thought, it doesn’t mean anything that she saved you.

As soon as they arrived on the beach and the car was parked, Niragi got out and opened Inos door. She let him help her exit the car and walk her in the direction of the beach, before stopping and turning back.

Kuina had gotten out of the car and was walking at a safe distance. Ino smiled at her and pointed at her head, “You’ll have to pay me back for this”, she said, “tomorrow morning. I’ll find you.”

With that she turned and let Niragi lead her to the medical center. Kuina was still standing there, staring at the women as she disappeared in the beach.

Pay her back? How? She didn’t have much time to think about it, as Chishiya was already approaching her. Niragi was too busy supporting his best to pick a fight with the shorter man, he didn’t even look at him, as he walked past them.

Niragi had led her to the medical area and Ann had patched her up.

Laying in her bed, Niragi beside her, they were examining her bandaged arm.

“I thought only snitches get stitches”, she mumbled, poking around the edges of the bandage.

Sighing Niragi turned to her, extending his index finger and starting to draw the line of her scar. It was just a fine line on her face and throat, but it turned to an angry red convulsing scar at her collarbone. He knew that it extended in the same shape between her breasts, down to her stomach, before turning back to a fine line and stopping at her navel. It had been gruesome. They didn’t think she would survive it, but she did.

“You weren’t snitching back then, were you?”, he asked jokingly, finger resting on her collarbone.

“I´m just saying that I just once want to get stitches because I’ve been snitching”, she laughed.

“I would be happier if you stopped getting stitches”, Niragi argued, making Ino laugh, “Are you really going to meet that girl tomorrow?”, he asked, finger still on her scar, “Kuina?”

Ino nodded, “She is very pretty.”

“She’s always with Chishiya”, Niragi groaned, “You should not trust her.”

“I’m not saying that I trust her”, Ino finally turned to face Niragi, cupping his face with one hand, “I’m just saying that she’s verry pretty and I want her to be mine.”

[thinkyoureholy]

Fragile Figures [13]

[After this chapter I will be taking a short break so Fragile Figures will be back December 15th!]

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Pairing : Choi San / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death?, Mafia! AU

Words : 3k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14.

-San's P.O.V-

I stared down at my leg, thinking back to what Seonghwa told me this morning.

…….

"San!"

My head snapped up towards the door, confused by the sight before me. Seonghwa had burst through the door, chest heaving up and down as he stared at me wide eyed, a yellow envelope in his hand. He stood in the doorway for a few seconds before he walked over to me, well more like ran and slipped on the tile but miraculously managed to keep his balance. He held his arms out, keeping himself balanced for a second. I couldn't help but chuckle as I watched him.

"I just met with some doctors that specialize in leg injuries and showed them your x-rays and some pictures of your leg I took and guess what?"

I stared at him wide eyed, everything he said just going in one ear and out the other but one thing did stick, "When did you take pictures of my leg?"

He stared back at me, deadpanned, all the energy he had seemed to leave his body, "That's what stuck? Really?" He asked before hitting me over the head with the envelope, "San! This is important! Listen! They said it's not impossible for you to go back to your normal self!"

"W-What…?"

"Sure, we have medical knowledge here but you can't compare it to the knowledge of actual doctors! We had never seen an injury like yours so we just assumed...but we assumed wrong. All the doctors I went to said you'd make a full recovery within a year or even less with the right physical therapy! There'd be minimal lasting effects, aside from slight pain every now and then but nothing too major! San, you'll be able to walk, run, climb, jump, do whatever the hell you want without restrictions!"

The longer he spoke the more tears I felt brimming my eyes until they finally fell. I bowed my head as I wiped the tears away but they just kept coming. I was right to hold onto that hope after all, I wasn't just being delusional. I...I'll be able to do all the things I did before. I couldn't contain the overwhelming sense of relief and joy that flooded my system, my tears only multiplying the more I tried to control myself. 

"Thank God," I whispered, not trusting my voice.

I heard Seonghwa let out a soft sigh before feeling his fingers ruffle my hair.

……

Thinking about it had my eyes glazing over in tears once more. In an effort to keep them from falling I stared up at the ceiling, trying to blink the tears away. Just as I managed to drive them away but the moment I did Y/N face suddenly came into view. She stared down into my eyes with a brow raised, her arms hanging over my shoulders from behind.

"What's got you so spaced out?"

I smiled softly, reaching up without warning to place my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her down, planting a lingering kiss on her cheek, "It's nothing."

She looked into my eyes skeptically before placing a chaste kiss on my lips. She moved away faster than I could grab her, going back over to her desk. I watched her as she walked away as if she hadn't just taken five bullets, each to a limb and her right hand. In just two months she was up and moving like nothing had ever happened. I mean she spent half of that first month asleep but after two weeks she was already walking around. I envied how quickly she was able to heal but after a second look I could tell she was just putting on a facade, that is until recently. She, for once, looked to be alright...without having to force herself. 

I just sat back as I quietly watched her go over some papers. The others had gone out to do who knows what. Without Seonghwa I couldn't really do any therapy by myself so I thought I'd just sit in Y/N's office and watch her work for awhile.

"You know you don't have to push yourself right? At least not this soon…" I let out with a  sigh as I watched her struggle to write with her left hand, her non dominant hand, "I'm sure one of the guys can handle the paperwork from now on…"

She shook her head almost immediately, wincing when she got frustrated and tried to use her right hand. She threw the pen down onto the desk and leaned back in her chair, cradling her hand close to her chest.

"They already have enough to do, the least I can do is do my part. Besides...I can't get that night out of my mind. He was so close yet I couldn't-"

She cut herself off, glaring at the papers thrown across her desk. I sighed once more, pushing myself up off the chair I was sitting in, placing one of my crutches under my arm and walked over to her. I sat on the edge of her desk, staring down at her for a moment before reaching out to grab her good hand. I pulled her up from her seat, spreading my legs so she could fit comfortably between then and hugged her to my chest tightly, resting my chin on her shoulder. She didn't say a word but didn't hesitate to lean further into my embrace, burying her face in the crook of my neck.

We stayed like that for awhile, without speaking a single word. I didn't say anything in fear of letting my anger at Kanda get the better of me and I knew that would help no one. Instead I placed kisses along her shoulder and neck, feeling her relax in my hold. I was trying so hard to get her to relax I didn't notice that I started sucking a mark onto the side of her neck until she let out a soft moan of my name. I froze at the sound, all the blood in my veins rushing south.

"Ah…" I let out, releasing her from my hold and rubbed my hands over my face, trying to rid myself of the blush that had undoubtedly covered my whole face, "Sorry...I...got carried away."

-Y/N's P.O.V-

I stared at his face with a small smile on my lips, a bit amused at seeing him so flustered. I guess that confident front he had put up so long ago really was just a front. I had my suspicions but now I knew I was right. It was actually kind of cute...seeing him like that and before I knew it a soft laugh had escaped from my lips. He looked at me through his fingers, confused at my sudden laugh but before he could get a word out I reached forward. I moved his hands out of his face and captured his lips with mine.

He responded almost immediately, pushing into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Our lips moved in sync, my hands slowly making their way up his thighs. His lips stuttered against my own, his breathing getting heavier the further up my hands went. Now that I think about it...we never did finish what we started all those months ago and with everyone out of the house there won't be any interruptions this time.

He groaned low in his throat when my hand felt skimmed over the growing bulge in his pants. He pulled away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against my own as he reached down to grab my wrists in his hand, stopping me. He didn't say a word for a few seconds, his lust filled eyes darting over my face. He opened his mouth multiple times to try and get the words that were caught in his throat out but instead he of saying anything he weaved his fingers through my hair, pulling me in for another heated kiss. I moaned against his lips this time, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I gladly gave it to him. Without thinking I leaned forward, climbing onto the desk. He laid his back against the desk, his hands coming down to my waist the moment I settled my clothed core over his bulge. We both moaned at the contact and I wasted no time in grinding against him. He pulled away from the kiss and threw his head back, biting down on his bottom lip as he thrusts his hips up.

"Shit…" He all but hissed out the moment I attached my lips to the side of his neck.

I trailed my lips down, searching for his soft spot. I grinned against his skin when I finally found it when he groaned. Before I could do anything I pulled back and pulled his shirt over his head since it was getting in the way. Once it was out of the way I wasted no time in kissing over the spot before sucking on the skin, letting my tongue swipe over the sensitive area. The longer I did this the harder he felt underneath me, man was I glad I wore a skirt today. My lips didn't stay on his collarbone for long, San having weaved his fingers through my hair and pulled me up to kiss him. I moaned into the kiss, feeling his other hand push the hem of my shirt up. His fingers skimmed over the skin of my stomach before cupping my breast over my bra.

"Can I take this off?" He asked, his hand leaving my hair to play with the hem of my shirt.

I pulled back and tore my shirt off of me, taking my off as well, "Do you even need to ask?"

He moaned at the sight of my exposed chest, pulling me back down into another heated kiss. His hands immediately found my chest, his hands groping at the mounds of flesh. I mewled against his lips, grinding harder against him. Shit, this feels so good and I haven't even felt his dick in all its entirety yet. I reached down to the work at the buttons on his jeans, lowering the zipper and pushed them down his thighs, his boxers as well. Before it could go any further I hopped off the desk and rummaged through one of the drawers. I let a grin grace my face when I finally found what I was looking for, a condom.

"Do I even want to know why you have that in there?" San asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

I simply shook my head, taking off the last of my clothes and climbed back on top of him, "Is this really the time to be asking that?"

He opened his mouth to rebuttal but all that came out was a strangled moan from his lips the moment I began to stroke him. I went slow, tearing the wrapper of the condom open with my teeth before rolling the condom onto him. I leaned forward, reattaching my lips to his and aligned his member with my entrance but just before I sank down on him he pulled away, grabbing my wrist. I gave him a quizzical look, confused as to why he was stopping me.

“W-Wait. Just like that? Don’t you need-”

I cut him off with a quick kiss, beginning to sink down slowly onto him, “As much as I would love to drag this out and have you fuck me with your fingers in preparation for your dick...I don’t think I can wait that long.”

He moaned at my words, throwing his head back the moment I sank down onto him completely. I stilled for a moment, wincing at being stretched out so suddenly. Okay maybe I did need some work before taking all of him but I was just so impatient, I wanted him so bad and I couldn’t wait any longer. I took deep breaths, waiting for the pain to subside and it finally did after a couple minutes. As soon as the pain was gone I moved my hips slowly, a moan of his name falling from my lips.

-Kanda’s P.O.V-

I pulled the in-ear out, leaning against the pole behind me with my arms crossed. Alex came up to me, slightly confused at seeing me stop.

“What are you waiting for? Shouldn’t we get this over with quickly? I mean you had us wait a whole month after getting the orders why-”

“Because I make the rules here. We go in after another hour has passed.” I said with a blank look on my face.

“What if the others get back before then? We should-”

“They won’t be back for awhile, I have someone else working on those seven, you all just need to sit and relax for an hour. I can tell you now Y/N won’t be letting San go so easily, even if you all injured her as badly as you did she has one hell of a recovery time. I can guarantee you she’s almost back to her usual self.” I cut Sul off, starting to feel annoyed with them.

“How exactly are we going to get San to come with us? He’ll never come willingly…” 

I glanced over at Ale who had taken my orders without much complaint, crouching down and sitting on his haunches, “Kiri and Kei made it quite clear that they want us to bring him with us alive but I’m sure he’s going to put up a fight.”

“He won’t if we get her alone first. If we can neutralize her first then San will be a piece of cake.”

I scoffed at Alex’s words, giving him a mocking smirk, “Did everything I say about her just go right over your head or what?”

He frowned at my words but didn’t move to say anymore. I looked over each of them, the worry clear in their eyes. I wasn’t the only one they had a hold over, they all had a loved one being held hostage. Promises were made to all of us if we got this job done right.

“Leave Y/N to me...the rest of you get San.”

“Didn’t you just say she’d be a handful?” 

A half hearted smile tugged at my lips as I cast my gaze up to the starless night, “No one has been able to handle that woman but me, so I should be fine...more or less.”

……

I had given them specific orders to not use any type of weapons on them, well no type of firearms, knives were okay. Knife wound were a little bit easier to manage, less blood, less hassle. So with those orders, Ale and Sul went around the back of the house while Alex and I were to go through the front door. It was easy enough to pick the lock to the door, Alex, pushing it open ever so slowly. I had put my in-ear back in and listen intently, switching through the channels. I nodded at Alex, giving him the go ahead to go further in.

Their voices were loud and clear...good they were still in her office. If I remembered the layout of the house correctly her office is on the second floor, first door on the right. I glanced over to see the other two walking in through the back door. I held out my hand to stop them from coming any further.

“Climb in through the window. There should be a tree out back that has a branch about a foot from the window, their in that room.” I whispered over to them, waiting for the two of them to nod and leave before tapping Alex’s shoulder.

He only nodded before making his way up the stairs slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Just as we made it to the top of the stairs the door to her office swung open. We all just stared at each other for a few seconds before we snapped out of it. Alex immediately charged at the two, miraculously dodging a kick from Y/N and tackling San to the ground. I too ran at them, pinning Y/N’s arms down to her sides as I wrapped my arms around her. I squeezed tightly, knowing she could easily escape. San struggled against Alex and just as Alex was going to lose his grip on him the other two jumped in through the window. They took in the situation before running over to help Alex hold San down. I on the other hand struggled to keep Y/N in my hold, was she always this strong or is this her desperation taking over?

“It’s best if you stop struggling, love, we’re only here for one thing and it’s not to hurt you...fortunately for you.”

She let out what could only be described as a snarl, struggling harder against my hold but when she spoke her voice was unusually calm, “What is it you want then?”

“San. And I’m sorry to say this but he’s coming with us whether you want to let him go or not. Orders are orders, Y/N. You get it right?”

I spoke as coldly as I could, trying to keep this facade up. I couldn’t have her figure out that doing this actually0 pained me. I mean I did love her at one point in my life and I believe some of the affection is still there...I just to pick between the love I had for her and the love I have for my brother and as saddened as she would be to hear my answer it was an easy one to make...and I’d do it again...for Sho I’d kill and betray as many people as I needed to. So as I restrained her with me arms my only thought was to get San to them so I could see my baby brother on a regular basis.

But I should’ve known restraining her was going to take more than just pinning her arms to her sides. She threw her head back, slamming the back of her head into my face. I immediately let her go, falling back onto my ass as I clamped a hand over my nose that was now gushing out blood.

“The only way you’ll be taking San with you tonight is if you kill me for him...and you should know killing me won’t be easy,” She spat out in a low tone, standing over me.

“Nothing has ever been easy with you, love. But if that’s the only way we can take him...then so be it.”

[quercussp]

Borderline

Rating: E

Word count: 3.7k

Summary:

Dan and Phil Rize Show (August 14th 2018):

D: It’s just because he’s used to having dozens of people having massive gangbangs and doing drugs, while we’re like, let’s play Mario Kart…

P: Speaking of, not gangbangs, but drugs, we went through the border into Canada on a bus…

D: Right, that’s going to be used out of context.

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D: There was a guy from Canada, who was called Chan and he was our border agent.

P: Yeah, Dan loved Chan.

Authors note:

Happy Holidays @judearaya! I hope you like it <3

Written for the prompt: "I'd love something related to Dan's adorable reaction to Chan the customs and border protection officer that Dan and Phil talked about on Rize during II. Any heat level is fine by me, just pls no threesomes or cheating etc."

A gigantic thank you to my betas @templeofshame and @alittledizzy for encouragement and help. You both are absolutely wonderful.

Warnings: graphic sex, mentions of jealousy, teasing mentions of sex outside of the relationship (no actual sex with anyone else)

[read on ao3]

Being shaken awake at 2 am by a grumpy and sleepy Marianne was not a great way to start the morning. Or end the day? Does 2 am even count as morning? Being forced to exit the bus in their pajamas for the border patrol to inspect it in the middle of the night was even less appealing.

From his bunk, Phil could hear Marianne trying to persuade Dan to wake up and the characteristic moaning of “i don’t want to get upppp” that he has heard many times over the years. This tour had really taken a toll on both of them, and being awakened in the middle of the night, cutting the already short sleep time they had was no less than torture.

Phil searched around for his glasses in the dim light of the bus and found them somewhere under his pillow. He slid out of his bunk, put his feet halfway into his trainers, and pulled on a hoodie that was hanging in the kitchen. He stumbled out of the bus to join Martyn and the rest of the crew, all looking as sleepy and tired as he felt.

Dan was the last out of the bus and if Phil weren’t so exhausted, he would probably laugh at Dan’s appearance. His hair was sticking in every direction, he was wearing a pair of boxers, a wrinkled black t-shirt and some fluffy slippers, clutching to his pillow. He waddled off the bus and over to Phil, tripping in the process and grumbling something under his breath about “fucking shit fuck”.

Marianne was talking with one of the border officers, a middle aged lady with a surprisingly geometric haircut and an unsurprisingly tired face. She was flipping through their passports, comparing the photos with the group of people standing huddled outside of the bus and asking Marianne about the details of their trip. Even if he wanted to, Phil could not find the energy to keep track of their conversation. Marianne would deal with it. It’s her job, after all.

Just as the lady was preparing to take their passports inside her booth to get them stamped, another officer walked out and headed towards the group. The man was tall, with broad shoulders and a Hollywood face. He was politely smiling at them as he walked towards the bus.

Phil heard an audible gasp next to him and felt a twinge of amusement mixed with annoyance. The man was definitely what he called “Dan’s type”.

“Hello, my name is Chan and I will be conducting a search of your vehicle today.” Of course Chan had a perfectly lovely Canadian accent, a lovely deep voice that came out of his absolutely perfect lips and an annoyingly gorgeous face.

“Chan! Like Dan but with no D… I mean, Dan name… my name, hah..” Dan replied trailing off and letting out a nervous giggle, all while trying to run his fingers through his hair as though to tame them, but accidentally dropping the pillow he was holding in the process.

Phil was not a jealous man. After being together for so long he never actually felt threatened by anyone. Dan was his and he was Dan’s, and that was something that was out of question. And he was not prone to irrational bouts of jealousy like Dan.

So usually when Dan tried to impress someone incredibly attractive, Phil just chuckled . Like the couple times Dan hung out with “the cool YouTubers,” he would make “edgy” jokes and toss his hair and blush adorably when someone said “Cool t-shirt, bro,” but he’d pretend to be totally cool about it. Honestly, Dan was adorable in his awkwardness and his stuttering and nervous laugh in the face of an attractive man would remind Phil of their first couple conversations, back before Dan felt safe enough to be himself with Phil, before Phil had the privilege of seeing Dan unafraid of being judged.

But sometimes, Dan’s fawning over people made Phil sincerely irritated. And it’s not what you’re thinking, it didn’t make him dream of having abs or being a “cool” person. It was just that this version of Dan, this fawny, joking, too cool for school type of Dan felt… like a stranger. And that stranger apparently didn’t think Phil was important enough to pay attention to him.

So Phil felt justified in rolling his eyes at Dan’s reaction to Chan, as Dan was currently trying to pick up the fallen pillow off of the ground while simultaneously pulling the hem of his shirt down to hide his boxers. He also accidentally let out a louder snort than he intended, making the entire group momentarily glance at him, and earning him a very dirty look from Dan.

Shut up said Dan’s eyes, and Phil could see the blush crawling onto Dan’s cheeks.

Chan politely chuckled at Dan’s stuttering, which made Dan get even redder.

“Now,” Chan continued, his expression turning serious. “Before I start the search, please let me know if you have anything illegal in your bus. If you have any drugs on board, please tell me right now.”

For some reason, when Chan was saying the last bit, everyone’s head turned to Phil, as though he was suddenly going to start unpacking bags of heroin from his pajama pockets.

“Why are you looking at me?” Phil said nervously, which turned out to be an incredibly stupid idea, as that seemed to only confirm to Chan that Phil was a drug mule or something.

“I promise I won’t be mad, just tell me if you have any drugs with you.” Chan was now talking directly to Phil.

Before Phil could reply (and probably say something even more stupid), Dan came to his rescue.

“We don’t do drugs, officer. I mean, sir. I mean, Chan.” Dan had managed to pass his pillow to a confused looking Martyn and looked way more awake than 5 minutes ago, his voice now clear (and flirty). “But you’re welcome to search us if you would like.”

Oh my God, Dan. Phil shot him a disgusted look. He kind of wished someone was recording this interaction, as he could probably use it to blackmail Dan into taking out the trash for years.

However, Chan apparently didn’t think that Dan’s line was as horrific as Phil thought, as he glanced at Dan with a smile, eyes traveling up and down his body and his (very much naked) legs, and replied teasingly, “Oh, I definitely will.”

Phil felt another spike of annoyance. Maybe it was the secondhand embarrassment. Or maybe the reason Phil was annoyed was because Dan looked like he just rolled out of bed (which he did), he was sleepy and rumpled looking, and that version of Dan was only for Phil to see. They all could get the polished, designer-clothing-wearing Dan, but Phil was the one who was supposed to see the little crusties in Dan’s eyes and traces of drool on his lips. That was for his eyes only.

Chan shifted his attention back to Phil, for some reason, and continued: “Do you have any firearms? And explosives? Toxic substances? Alcohol or marihuanna?”

At this point, Phil could hear Martyn chuckling from behind him. If Phil was less sleepy and tired, he would probably laugh and make an awkward joke about having Truth Bombs on board, but this version of Phil just wanted this to be over, to go back to his bunk and hopefully persuade Dan to climb in with him so he could put his hands under that stupid t-shirt and feel the smooth skin of Dan’s side. Stupid Chan.

“No, we don’t have anything,” Phil replied, sounding more annoyed than he meant to, but Chan seemed to get the message as he nodded and walked towards the entrance to the bus .

“Can one of you come with me to take a look at the vehicle? Maybe the leader of your band?” Chan asked, looking directly at Dan.

Both Martyn and Marianne let out an audible laugh, but Dan was quick to step forward saying “Sure!”, losing one of his slippers in the process and then blushing even more deeply while strutting over to Chan.

They both stepped on to the bus at the same time, awkwardly bumping into each other and grinning.

“After you,” Dan said with an exaggerated hand motion and bow.

“Thank you!” replied Chan and climbed onto the bus first, with Dan following shortly after.

As soon as they were both gone, Martyn and Marianne exploded with laughter.

“Leader of our band, my ass.” Martyn said, stumbling over his words through his laughter, wiping tears out of his eyes with Dan’s pillow he was still holding.

“Phil, sorry, you’re the backup singer now,” Marianne added, also laughing. “Chan is awfully good looking, isn’t he?” She continued a bit quieter, raising her eyebrows at Phil.

“Maybe he’ll become our groupie,” Phil replied. He meant to say it in a joking way, but for some reason it came out darker than he wanted.

Martyn put a hand on Phil’s shoulder and gave it a firm grip.

“Here bro, you carry your man’s pillow, I’m not his maid.”

And I am? Phil wanted to ask, but he kept his mouth shut and just grabbed the pillow out of Martyn’s hands.

He wandered off a bit to sit at a nearby bench and put the pillow in his lap, and his head in his hands. He could feel a migraine coming and he desperately needed sleep. Or maybe it was his annoyance that was making him so cross. Either way, at this particular moment Phil felt like he was just over it. The whole thing. The tour, the bus, the travel, the fans. He desperately craved his own bed, his own sheets, the smell of their laundry detergent. And his Dan. Soft and squishy. With a kind smile and big warm hands that he would comb Phil’s hair with when his head hurt.

He almost dozed off at some point, until he heard the unmistakable sound of Dan’s slightly nervous laughter. He looked up to see Dan and Chan coming off the bus, both smiling and excitedly talking about something.

Dan had apparently found the time to put on some trousers (thank God for small miracles) and was nervously playing with the hem of his shirt.

Phil pulled together all the energy he had left and stood up to walk towards the group.

“Well, I have to say,” Phil heard Chan tell them, “this is the cleanest band bus I’ve ever inspected.” As Phil walked up, Chan turned to him and smiled (with his annoyingly perfect smile). “No drugs and firearms indeed”.

“I told you we’re boring nerds,” Dan replied, before Phil could even open his mouth.

“Nerds, maybe. But definitely not boring,” Chan said with what Phil could swear was a quick wink and a slight toss of his hair.

“Well, you’re all set, ladies and gentlemen. You can proceed as soon as my colleague returns with your passports. It was nice to meet you all; best of luck on your tour!”

Fuck that man and his stupid hair, Phil thought to himself. But he said, “Thank you, have a good day” instead, and started walking towards the entrance to the bus.

“It was nice meeting you, Chan!” he could hear Dan say behind him.

Phil’s head was really hurting at this point. He climbed onto the bus and made his way to the bunks, rubbing his temples. Throwing Dan’s pillow in the general direction of Dan’s bunk, he climbed into his own bed with a groan and closed his eyes.

Apparently, he actually passed out for a moment, because the next thing he felt was the bus jolting into movement and the rest of the crew walking around the bus and settling back into bed. After a few minutes the curtain to his bunk was pulled aside and Dan sat down at the edge of Phil’s bed.

“Phil, you ok?” he asked. His cheeks were still a bit red, and he was slightly sweaty.

“‘M fine, just tired,” Phil replied, rolling onto his side to make more room for Dan to sit.

They sat quietly for a moment, until Dan whispered: “He was so hot.”

Phil couldn’t help but smile, despite how annoyed he was. “He was? I didn’t notice, Dan. Not with you being totally chill about it and everything”. The dim light of the bus lights was enough to see Dan’s face flush with heat.

“Shut up, Phil, I wasn’t that bad… was I?” he asked after a pause, his voice slightly wavering.

“You did offer to let him search you, Dan, so…”

Dan groaned in response and hid his face in his hands. Even though a part of Phil wanted to continue to tease Dan, he could see that he was genuinely embarrassed. And teasing Dan was no fun if Dan wasn’t also having fun.

“You weren’t that bad, babe. And even if you were, he seemed to like you.” Phil rubbed a soothing hand over Dan’s back. With another groan Dan shifted to lie next to Phil on the bunk, squeezing him all the way against the wall.

“I said ‘nice arms’ when he was picking up the suitcases up,” Dan moaned as he pressed his face into Phil’s neck. “I shouldn’t be allowed to speak, Phil, he probably thought I was a total idiot.”

“He would be right, wouldn’t he?” Phil’s arm ended up around Dan’s waist, and he slid his hand under the t-shirt to feel the warmth of his side .

“Are you mad?” Dan asked uncertainly, raising his face so he could look Phil in the eyes.

“My head hurts,” Phil replied. He knew it wasn’t an answer, but he also didn’t want to admit that he was a bit annoyed. He knew most of it was just tiredness, and he would get over it soon, but Dan felt bad enough as it is.

“You should get some sleep,” Dan whispered, threading his hands through Phil’s hair. Phil couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, we both should.” Dan slowly unfolded himself from the bunk and closed the curtain behind him. Phil could hear him climbing into his own bed and shifting around just above him.

Phil fell asleep almost immediately.

***

They arrived at their hotel in the early hours of the morning. They grabbed their keycards from the reception and started dragging their suitcases to their room.

“Rehearsal in 5 hours guys, don’t forget!” Marianne called after them. 5 hours is fine. Phil could work with 5 hours.

Dan went to shower first, while Phil started unpacking. He was finished gathering the outfit he would wear today for the meet and greet just as Dan got out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, his skin pink and his hair wet. He threw the towel on an armchair in the room and fell onto the bed with a satisfied moan.

“Do you think we have time for a nap?” He asked Phil, who was in the process of shedding his clothing to go shower too.

“Probably. I definitely need one, didn’t sleep much.”

“Me too,” replied Dan with a yawn. “Pass me some pants, will you?”

Phil pushed Dan’s suitcase open with his foot and pulled out a random pair of underwear. He threw it at Dan and went to shower himself.

Phil felt almost human again after a nice long soak in the shower. He came out into the room to see Dan lying comfortably on his stomach on the bed, only in his pants, scrolling through his phone. Dan’s back was arched from holding his torso up on his elbows, and Phil could see the slight movement of Dan’s muscles when he was shifting in his position. His hair had dried into thousands of small curls and the black of his Calvin Kleins brightly contrasted with his pale skin. Phil stood there watching Dan for a bit before climbing onto the bed and squeezing Dan’s butt with both hands, causing Dan to yelp and turn around.

“Keep your hands to yourself, mister,” Dan joked, pulling Phil in close and arranging their bodies so they were lying facing each other.

“Will do no such thing,” Phil replied, continuing to grope his boyfriend’s behind and nuzzling into his neck. Dan’s skin was smooth and warm, and he smelled like his shower gel and also like their apartment a little bit. Or maybe it was the apartment that smelled like Dan. Either way, running his hands over Dan’s body and breathing in his smell, Phil felt as though he was almost home. He ran his hands over Dan’s groin and felt that he was half hard. With a familiar movement, Phil grabbed him through his briefs and started slowly jerking him off.

“You’re hot,” Phil whispered in Dan’s ear, giving his earlobe a little nip.

“And you’re tired,” Dan replied with a chuckle, placing little kisses over Phil’s face.

“I’m not too tired for this,” Phil whispered and firmly pressed his lips against Dan’s. Dan just laughed.

After a bit, Dan pushed himself away to pull off his underwear and rolled on top of Phil. He pressed their naked groins together and started moving his hips slightly, creating some friction. With a slight moan, Phil wrapped one of his arms around Dan’s back, and brushed the other through his hair, pulling him even closer for a kiss. They grinded lazily against each other for a couple minutes, until Dan pushed his hand between them and grabbed their lengths in a practiced motion. He started methodically moving his hand around both of them, with the exact tempo that he knew worked best for both of them. In almost no time, Phil felt himself coming with a gasp, throwing his head back against the pillow and closing his eyes. He felt Dan sit up, positioning himself on Phil’s hips, and Phil heard the sound of Dan wanking himself off.

“Here, let me,” Phil said, reaching towards Dan and pushing his hand out of the way. He grabbed Dan’s dick and moved his hand with the rotating motion he knew would bring Dan off the fastest. Sure enough, just a minute or two later, Dan shuddered and came over Phil’s stomach, already wet from his own cum.

Dan slid off of him and fell back onto the bed with a loud sigh. They both lay next to each other, catching their breath for a bit.

“That was fun.” Dan finally broke the silence, pressing a small kiss to Phil’s shoulder. “We should do this more often.”

“Yeah,” Phil breathed out. He felt like he was soaking up the warmth of Dan’s body lying next to him. Dan was sweaty and disheveled, with his dick lying limply to his side and his entire body flushed. He looked open and vulnerable and worn out. He was also stunningly beautiful. And his. Phil was feeling warm and content, and could feel the last bits of annoyance from last night seeping out of his body, leaving him heavy and sleepy. “It’s not like we’re busy every single moment of every day.”

Dan chuckled and kissed Phil’s shoulder again. “We’re almost done. Maybe after the tour we can go crazy and like actually fuck.”

“Now don’t get any wild ideas,” Phil teased, brushing his hand through Dan’s curls and pulling him in for a kiss before lying back down and letting out a contented sigh.

Dan reached for the towel he threw off before and passed it to Phil so he could clean up. They settled under the covers, with Phil’s head lying against Dan shoulders, limbs thrown over each other, just letting their bodies stretch out and rest.

After a bit, Dan spoke out of nowhere. '”Chan said he liked our poster.”

Phil lifted up on his elbows and looked at Dan, and then barked out a laugh.

“Is that what you were thinking about while we were fucking? Chan?”

“What? No! I was just thinking of what I’m gonna wear today and he said he liked… Stop laughing!”

“Did you imagine his perfect muscles while I was jerking you off, Dan? Were you thinking of him the entire time?” Phil couldn’t stop laughing.

Dan poked Phil in the side. “Fuck you, Phil! I wasn’t…”

“Oh, you want Chan to fuck me, Dan? I didn’t know you were into that. Were you dreaming of a gangbang with Chan? Tell me Danny, is that what your most secret desire is?”

“Shut up you idiot, I’m gonna divorce you!”

Phil just continued laughing, pulling Dan close. “It’s ok, Danny, I’m not going to kinkshame you. If you want to play out a fantasy where a patrol agent strip searches you, we can do that. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

“Phil, actually fuck off.” Dan’s voice was pissed, but Phil could see that he was trying to stop himself from smiling a bit, and his cheeks got very red.

“It’s ok, Dan, I’m not judging.” Phil pressed a kiss to the rosy patch on Dan’s cheek.

“I hate you,” said Dan, rolling away and turning his back to Phil.

Phil just slid behind Dan and draped his arm and leg over his partner, spooning him close. He was still chuckling a bit, and Dan automatically pulled Phil’s arm tighter around him and intertwined their fingers.

“We should set an alarm,” Phil said quietly, feeling like he’s about to drift off.

“Marianne will wake us,” Dan replied. He took a long pause and then said quietly, “You know I don’t want anyone else, right?”

Phil just laughed again. “Dan, don’t be an idiot.” He pressed a kiss to the back of Dan’s neck. “Just a gangbang with Chan the border patrol man.”

“At least I didn’t puke in my mouth,” Dan said teasingly, to which Phil gave him a rough poke in the side.

“I thought we agreed to never speak of that again.”

“Just saying,” Dan’s voice was drifting off. In a matter of minutes they were both asleep.

[carefulthatsharassment-sir]

Forever

This was written for @inthemindofanother​ 1K challenge. Congratulations on 1K!! The prompt was best friend who stops wedding. I hope you enjoy it.

Pairing: Elijah x Male Original Character

Word Count: 1568

Warnings: A little alcohol use, some angst and fluff.

Connor frowned as he stumbled through the entrance to the courtyard, his movements drunk, slow and unsteady. He pursed his lips before taking a swig of the bottle of whisky that was more than half gone. Unsurprisingly the Mikaelson compound was deserted, the male siblings had all gone out drinking celebrating Elijah’s last night as a free man, Rebekah and Freya had gone out with the lovely women that Elijah would be marrying in the morning. Hope was spending the night at Hayley and Jacksons new place across the river. So, Connor was all alone, he contemplated going back out and losing himself to his bitter anger and another warm body, but he figured it wouldn’t do him any good in the long run, so getting drunk of his arse was the next best thing. Taking another long swig of the whisky he stumbled up the stairs holding on to the bannister for support he desperately needed, okay so he probably shouldn’t have been drinking as much as he was but he felt as if every single aspect of himself was aching and breaking apart, he could feel his heart shattering every minute as the wedding drew closer. With less than 24 hours until Elijah Mikaelson married the supposed women of his dreams, Connor’s heart was hanging on by literal threads, or well it felt like that to him. Connor sighed before pulling himself up and dragging himself to his bedroom. Opening the slightly creaky door, he turned and switched on his light, slamming the door behind him with his foot. He made his way to the bed, messily placing the bottle of whiskey on his bedside table. Toeing of his shoes and taking his jacket of, he crumpled the Demin and threw it across the room. Connor sat down on the bed and ran his hand through his hair, his thoughts starting to get a little foggy and a little messy the alcohol he had consumed throughout the night finally catching up to him. Thankfully despite growing up with the Michaelson’s, being Elijah’s best friend and older than the man by 3 months and being turned by Esther all those many many years ago Elijah had not asked him to be his best man, instead choosing to ask Niklaus in some hope to make Niklaus feel better. It had worked Connor supposed as Niklaus was very accepting towards Elijah’s wife to be. Connor on the other hand while had been civil and polite made no effort to bond or communicate with the woman. There was only so many times he could watch Elijah fall in love with someone who wasn’t him, Connor had been in love with Elijah since he was a teenager and a thousand years later here, he was still pining over his best friend. It was no secret growing up that Connor wasn’t a lady’s man; he was rather a man’s man. Over the centuries there had been a few men none of them however compared to Elijah. Connor reached over to grab the whiskey with a shaky hand, finishing it before throwing the bottle towards the wall, suddenly not caring that it would most likely smash and he would have a mess to clean in the morning. Connor took of his jeans also throwing them across the room. Deciding he had, had enough of this day he switched of the light and crawled into bed, silently hoping that he would sleep through tomorrow, that no one would wake him up as he was pretty sure pretending to be happy would break his heart. With that as his last thought Connor allowed his drunken slumber to take him.

The first thing Connor was aware of when he woke up was that the compound was still silent, which meant his wish either came true or everyone else was still asleep. Checking his phone, he realised it was far to early for the others to be awake, come to think of it, it was also far too early for himself to be awake. But well to be honest he did have the mess that was currently his room to clean and come to think of it he could really murder a coffee now. Connor got out of bed, sighing when he spotted the mess, he had left last night. Thankfully the bottle hadn’t shattered, god knows how it hadn’t, but Connor was incredibly grateful that it hadn’t. He picked it up and placed it on his dresser. Looking in the mirror he wasn’t surprised to see his short brown hair sticking up and looking a little like a bird’s nest, he also wasn’t surprised to see that his blue eyes were a little bloodshot. That’s what you get when you spend most of the night drinking yourself silly. Since it was highly likely that no one would be up Connor didn’t bother putting any pyjama bottoms on, content with just his boxer shorts and his black t-shirt. He padded towards the kitchen making sure to be quiet, once there he started to make his coffee, sighing slightly he sat at the breakfast bar waiting for the coffee to brew. Suddenly Elijah appeared in front of him. “Good morning Connor” He said.

“Huh? Oh, good morning Lijah” Connor stood up hearing that the coffee was done, he added sugar and sat back down nursing his drink. Connor sighed completely ignoring Elijah, and the way that his heart just sped up around him. Elijah sat down next to him, before breaking the awkward silence.

“I missed you yesterday, where did you go in the end?”

“Oh uh, I uh went to a different bar”

Elijah nodded in understanding. “So, did you end up doing anything interesting?”

“Oh uh, not really, the usual to be honest”

“Why didn’t you come with us yesterday?” Elijah asked

Connor paused, he really did not know how to answer the question, lie and tell him, he met someone or tell him the truth, tell Elijah that his heart couldn’t take much more of this, that he hated that they would never ever be together, that they would only ever just be best friends.

“Connor you know if something is bothering you, you can tell me you know”

Connor sighed “There are somethings better left unsaid Elijah”

“No there’s not Connor, I am your best friend. If there is something bothering, you I deserve to know”

“That’s the thing Lijah, its you. Your bothering me” Connor exploded.

Elijah looked taken back “What, what do you mean it’s me”

Connor sighed. Well he supposed it was now or never. Elijah was due to get married in 5 hours. Although he still had doubts, he wasn’t sure he wanted to do this to his best friend, but he supposed either way he was going to lose Elijah today.

“Connor, come on talk to me”

Connor ran his hand through his hair. “God this is not the conversation I ever wanted in my boxers on the day of your wedding”

Elijah looked confused and was about to speak before Connor held his hand up to stop him.

“Elijah Mikaelson, there is something you need to know about me. You obviously know that I am gay, and you’ve never been anything short of accepting. Throughout all the decades that I have lived through there have been countless lovers and one-night stands but there has only ever been one man who I have been completely, wholly and utterly in love with. God Elijah, it’s you. It’s always been you Lijah. You are the man that I want to spend my forever with. I love you Elijah Mikaelson. I can’t watch you marry Amelia, I just can’t. you break my heart every time. I can’t do this to myself anymore. I’m going to leave for a while and let you enjoy Amelia and your life.”

Connor paused looking at the shock in Elijah’s face. “There I have said it now, you can hate me or punch me whatever.” Connor stood up about to leave when Elijah’s gripped his arm to stop him from leaving.

“Connor, why have you only just told me this” Elijah said his voice sounding broken.

Connor turned to him looking Elijah in the eye. “What does it matter, it won’t change anything”

“Except that it does Con, you need to know that I feel the same way. Connor what I feel for you scares me so much that I fell in love with other people to help myself. Which I know is selfish, but I was scared. Hell, I still am but I do love you, I cannot remember a time where I haven’t loved you in some way. Please don’t leave me, I can’t live without you”

Connors eyes shined with unshed tears “Don’t. Elijah just don’t give me false hope”

“It’s not false hope” Elijah surged forward and kissed Connor pouring everything he felt about him into the kiss, Connor kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm.

“Well it’s about bloody time” Came Rebekah’s voice from the doorway.

Connor smiled his lips pressing against Elijah’s once more.

“I thought so too”

Connor smiled at Rebekah and Elijah. Now all’s Elijah to do was break someone else’s heart and stop his wedding. Connor felt a little guilty, but Amelia was a lovely woman and one day he was sure she would find her forever.

[redhoodieone]

You and I

A/N: And here is a fluffy smut of Dick Grayson! Um…I actually had fun with this one and I hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut. Language. Fluffiness. And Dick being Dick Grayson. 

He’s late again. I suppose it’s going to happen at times when you’re dating a masked vigilante, who also happens to be police officer in Bludhaven, which according to Time Magazine, happens to be the most horrible, dangerous capital in our world.

Gotham happens to fall closely behind.

And my boyfriend, Dick Grayson, happens to be the protector of Bludhaven. As Nightwing, and Officer Grayson. 

Between watching the news and reading articles about the crime rates going sky high, I have become almost insomniac. It’s not easy when I have bad anxiety, and OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder), and with the violent environment I live in, I’ve become a mess.

Physically and mentally.

Dating Dick Grayson for over two and a half years has brought me so much joy, but the baggage of excessive worrying hasn’t ceased. 

With my insecurities of his past girlfriends Barbara Gordon and Koriand'r, and how Dick’s always felt like he has to prove himself to me with his perfectionism.

Maybe we have finally moved on from all of that. 

And sleeping is something I haven’t been able to do for a long time now. Because let’s face it, while Dick is out there saving the city, I’m here alone in our big bed because I can’t sleep without Dick beside me.

The window opens, and a soft, chilling breeze enters the bedroom; sending shivers down my spine. He sneaks quietly around the bedroom, until I hear him removing his Nightwing costume off in the dark; a habit he’s mastered since he was just a kid.

Within seconds, a warm body is moved behind me; strong arms wrap around my waist and his face is pushed into my neck. A cuddling position we have excelled at with times and times of practice. 

I slowly turn my body around to face his. My face makes contact with his bare chest. 

“You’re late,” I whisper, inhaling his irresistible smell of his cologne and clean body wash. 

“I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Dick whispers back. The guilt and sadness evident in his tone. 

“No, you don’t need to apologize for saving the city. W-what I meant was, you’re late for snuggling...” my voice is muffled.

“Snuggling?”

 “Yes, our snuggling time,” I reply. Of course, I blame myself for even feeling the way I feel. What I want is Dick around more, but his true calling is him being a hero.

I fell in love with Dick Grayson. The guy who happened to be the big brother of my best friend, Tim. We met at one of Bruce’s galas, and I happened to be Tim’s friendly-date, and Dick approached me to flirt, and obviously one thing led to another.

From just one encounter changed our lives into a serious relationship.

“What you meant was, I’m late to be here with you, right?” Dick asks, interrupting my thoughts. He knows when I’m lying and being secretive. Damn his detective skills! “When you feel like you need someone to hold you down, you need me here, right?”

“Consider me a sinking ship because the world can be too much for me,” I say quietly. Dick knows I’m too fucked up.

“Then I guess I’m your anchor,” Dick says, before he sits up and pulls me on top of him. As I straddle him, the t-shirt of his I wear to bed rides up my stomach; revealing my panties to him. Dick’s fingers delicately rub my pussy through the fabric. “I’ll be the one who can hold you, steady you, guide you, and be the one you need to hang on to when things get bad. You know that right, babe?”

The tears I’ve been bottling up for so long burst like a balloon. I feel absolutely ridiculous! How could I feel so weak when this sort of problem is nothing compared to real world problems?

“Hey babe...please don’t cry,” Dick says softly. He wipes the tears from my eyes and rubs my lower back. “It’s okay. It’s okay to feel the way you do. You can’t help it and I know you can’t. But there is something you need to know. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much and your anxiety won’t change that.”

“But you can’t always be here for me,” I cry quietly.

Dick sighs and sits up, so I’m placed in his lap. With one hand on my waist, the other holds my face to look into his ocean blue eyes. “Maybe I can’t be here all the time, but when I can be...I’ll show you how much I love you, show you how much you mean to me, show you I’m always going to come home to you, and show you you’re never going to be alone.”

“Do you mean it, Richard?” I ask him. Just hearing Dick’s promise might put the demons in my head to sleep for the night. He chuckles at how I call him his real name.

“I swear it. Y/N, I love you so fucking much. You’re the woman I want to be with forever. I want to marry you, have kids with you, get old and maybe run our own orphanage or something. But the point is, you and me are forever, and if forever scares you then you need to suck it up. Or better yet...” Dick whispers against my lips and kisses me hard. One hand reaches to the back of my head and tangles in my hair as our mouths open and tongues dance along each other. He pulls away just to see our salvia stringing our lips together. “Maybe I just need to prove to you how much you’ll always have me under your control...show you how much I’ll always need you.”

The warmth radiating off him soaks into me. I realize in this moment of how much I’ll always need Dick, too.

I kiss Dick back, with every ounce of fear, pain, and desire I have within me. I become hungry for his love, and soon I regain the strength to push the covers off us, and I quickly wrap my arms around his neck. The contact isn’t enough. Just feeling his bulge through his boxers isn’t enough. My pussy aches for friction, and I end up grinding against him; anything to spread the heat throughout my body.

Dick groans into the kiss, and soon holds my waist tightly with his nails digging into my hips which will surely leave bruises. He breaks the kiss and throws his head back and grinds against me harder.

I run my fingers down his bare chest. Massaging his muscular arms, pectorals, and hard stomach until I gently rub a new wound below his abs. Dick hisses in pain.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper into the kiss.

“It’s okay, just keep touching me.”

We’ve been through the awkward and foreign grounds of sex. Sure, we had tried to make every intimate moment as good as the first time, but no matter what, sex has become less of a ‘sexy time’ and more of ‘does this feel good’ and ‘I’m almost there’. It’s about reaching our highs and helping each other achieve sexual pleasure. 

Sure, some moments are spicy and full of fire. But other times it’s full of comfort and enjoying each other’s pleasure and company.

Dick sucks a bruise onto my neck, and I repay the gesture by biting his bottom lip.

“Fuck...sweetheart. Do you see what you do to me?” Dick chokes out.

“I think I need more evidence before I can believe you,” I say seductively. I tug on his boxers for his cock to spring out.

Dick’s cock has always been big and thick. I stroke him and jerk him off. Dick’s gasps are short and deep, and he begins panting. Until his pre-cum is spread all over his cock for lubricant.

“So, should I call you Nightwing or Officer Grayson?” I tease.

“How about just Dick because I’m all yours no matter what?” 

“So, present your case to me, Dick.”

Dick’s eyes widen, and he grins. “Good thing I was trained by the best to provide evidence to back up my case,” he whispers.

In one swift movement, Dick pulls off my panties. While holding me in his lap, he lines his cock up to my dripping pussy, and pushes himself in and moves my hips down to take him all in. He stretches me, which is a mixture between pain and pleasure, but it soon becomes delicious and we’re both already panting as we move our hips to match each thrust. 

I know I must look like a mess. My hair is messy, I’m sweaty, my t-shirt is bunched up because we had been too busy to remove it, and my eyes still feel sore and puffy from crying. One of Dick’s hands leaves my waist and reaches under my shirt to massage and pinch my nipples. 

Now I’m a whining mess.

“Fuck-” Dick pants. His dark hair is messy like mine, and sticks to his forehead from the sweat. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. You’re so good to me. You’re so good baby.”

He shifts me onto his lap where his cock is massaging my g-spot. The sensation alone is bringing me to the edge. His thrusts are hard and deep.

“Uh!!! Fuck! Right there!” I cry out. I grip his shoulders tightly; nails piercing into his skin.

Dick loves it when I do that. It’s like, marking my territory in a way. With the us being closed in this position, his pelvic bone rubs against my clit.

I’m about to explode.

“I-I’m going to cum!” I gasp out.

“Cum then. Cum all over my cock, Y/N. I want to feel you cumming,” Dick demands.

With a few more thrusts and rubs against my clit, I moan out his name and gush all over his cock. My juices leak all over and spill against his abs and thighs. I squeeze him; clenching his cock as much as I can during my high.

Dick continues to thrust into me hard and fast. He glances down and smiles with pride at the mess I made. 

“I love it when I do that to you. Only I can do that to you, sweetheart,” Dick moans out.

He spanks my ass and with a few more thrusts, Dick pulls out and cums upwards onto my stomach. Inhaling and exhaling, we manage to get our breathing under control. He carefully lifts me and lies me down while he reaches for some tissues to clean us up.

“Wait!” I stop him.

“What? What’s wrong?” Dick asks, slightly panicking.

“I didn’t get a chance to taste your delicious cum,” I say. Using two fingers, I swipe some of his cum off my stomach and I lick it up; swallowing every bit of it. I moan and show him my clean fingers.

Dick’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open in complete shock and amazement. 

“Delicious as always,” I say with a small smile.

“Damn sweetheart, you’re too sexy for your own good. You’re too perfect for me,” Dick says softly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“No, if anything I don’t deserve you,” I whisper sadly.

“No! J-just listen to me babe. You really are too perfect. How can someone as beautiful, kind, funny, and loving like you want to be with someone who doesn’t necessarily have the best reputation with women? I mean, I haven’t exactly been a saint. I’ve done things I’m not exactly proud of, and here you are. You’re an angel who has been given to me to love and protect, and at the end of the day...I really feel like I don’t deserve you,” Dick confesses. “Sometimes I feel like...I’m not enough for you. I feel like you could do better than me.” He cries, and he doesn’t hide it from me. He breaks out into sobs, and it shows how much this has been eating at him for a long time.

I lift his head up to look at me. “Then I guess we feel the same way. Maybe we’re just two idiots and even after everything that’s happened, we’re just too stupid to see that we do deserve each other. There’s no one else I want but you, Dick. I feel loved by you, more than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I love you and I don’t want to imagine life without you. I’m actually...afraid of losing you,” I admit. I cry as well. 

“Then I guess we’re stuck together forever. Because I’m afraid of losing you, too. I love you so much Y/N, and if you need me to show you how much I love you more then I’ll do it. I promise,” Dick vows seriously.

“And if you need me, I’ll show you you’re the best for me and that you’re perfect to me then I will, too,” I promise him.

Dick grabs my face in both hands and kisses me. A kiss of promises. A kiss to try to end our fears. 

“I love you, Y/N,” Dick whispers.

“I love you too, Dick.”

We lie back down, and Dick pulls the blankets up to cover us. As we rest in comfortable silence, I can listen to his heartbeat beating against my ear. My eyes close and I can feel myself falling asleep.

“You hear that, sweetheart? My heart beats for you,” Dick whispers as he slowly falls asleep. “And only you.”

[estradioltone]

Why’s my stomach hurting? Why am I feeling so lonely when I have so many messages to answer? I CANNOT have another favorite person. Does that mean I’m doomed to high school loneliness?

When I was fifteen lots of people liked me AND I didn’t have a favorite person. Sean? Sam? Danica S? I’m trying to remember. Alex? Stephanie? What show did we do that year? It was Charlie Brown. Mattress, Charlie Brown, Trial by Jury, Sound of Music, and Alice. Shauna? Alex? Danni? Jonathan? Jordan? Danica made those CDs for me. Gabi? Ellery? Irene? Keziah? There were so many people. And none was the favorite. Kaz? Therone? Felicia? Deja? Corri? Jae? Cassie? Leslie? Laureen? Katy? There were so many people around me and I wasn’t the favorite and no one was my favorite. I wasn’t even talking to Amanda at that point. And I did like her. There were a number of people I was attracted to, and, I didn’t make any moves, bc I didn’t get close enough to them in terms of conversations. I needed that first. Like to be comfortable? Lauren? Was she in focus? I can’t remember much if anything about her now, and I was so into her then. Kari?

I used to change with Kari.

Oliver and his male friends used to change in front of each other.

Kari was so great. We were always friends only. I don’t think either of us ever had feelings for the other. She was such an amazing friend. Caitlin? Anna or Sarah? Sarah F? Janell? This is the first time I’ve dug into the memories of those earlier high school years. It literally feels like a backhoe digging into dirt and clearing it away. Archeologist excavating.

I remember sitting in 204 watching some movie in the dark. Mrs. H was teaching. I don’t have memories. Of what we learned. I never learned in English. I never knew what the fuck was going on I just always got A’s. I wrote that paper about having a peanut allergy. It has terrible racist stereotypes. No one called me out. No teacher. I was fifteen. Today I would e known better. Unless I was a republican. Like I was then. I was very conservative. How was I conservative? It didn’t fit with any part of how I acted. Danielle? Remember that film I made that was literally just everyone swearing. Spencer? I remember so many things. Why did I write that.

I don’t want to remember many things.

Why not? That’s so fucking weird. There are many things I don’t want to remember? Where did that thought come from?

I don’t want to remember bc it hurts too much to remember? That thought just came to me.

I wasn’t hurting during that year. I wasn’t depressed. It was like that time with M in sophomore college. Wow. In that moment sophomore looked like high school sophomore to me. It felt like being in Maine. It felt like mid August two summers ago. It’s summer. It’s June. Two summers ago he sucked my sick for the first time and I couldn’t even get hard. I knew what I was doing was wrong and I forced myself to keep going bc I wanted it. That was my fuck up moment. He kissed me that night. It was like Amanda asking to marry me what the fuck to DATE me. How did that happen? It’s in retrospect I wish I’d said no

The hurt is that if I remember I’ll double remember how

The blue waffle thermal

I remember the car and snow pants but not skiing. I remember kissing and my precut glowing like a river. I got wet like a girl. I got hard like a boy. I don’t know what’s normal.

I remember the night she came to see me at the Estonian concert. “Let’s go over here. Lots of girls like me here.” She later told me that freaked her out not freaked out it was like “ullll” what are the words that describe what that means it’s like a little oh no and yikes at the same time. It’s like when O asked me what my main interest in the relationship was and I said sex. And he had the same reaction. And I said, how could I have ever said something like that. It’s callous. And, it was honest. And then I got attached. Before I was having fun. I was happy.

And when I’m happy and having fun I behave like a disgusting jock boy. Maybe that’s who I essentially am. Maybe I’m choosing to be trans so I can become a different person. I do want to become a different person. Even then I thought back like what the fuck was I doing. Like when I touched G and C’s breasts. And I wasn’t allowed to go to cast parties. I didn’t get to do wild things. Would I have?

I was so many different people. I’m also the person at Sam’s house who was afraid to be there.

Remember Caitlins white dreads. Remember when Safi first came to school or Kylie. Remember how cool and superior you felt. Remember how everyone was lesser in your eyes. Sophie. Edna. Kendra. Nikki. That girl molly sitting on my lap and I was hard as fuck. I didn’t think of that in so long. Was that ninth grade? Or eighth?

We were at Burgerville.

I was just doing whatever I wanted.

Is that who I am in a state of nature?

And, I’m the person who stayed in my room instead of going out for a birthday party.

What was Menucha like that year

I didn’t have many years with older friends after that.

Remember Laura. You were twelve and she was seventeen. But you never really talked after the show ended. Would she hug me? Did she hug me in sixth grade? Was I happy at the end of sixth grade???? I think she hugged me by the 201 door. I can remember it now.

I drew that picture of her.

I said “your eyes aren’t quite even.” Wow that must have hurt her and I could see it in her face.

I did whatever I wanted. I thought I was cool I was trying to be cool at all times.

That was my first summer in Eugene. Jessica Zach Ted. Dr. A. Joe. Nicholas. Brahms. Komm Jesu Komm. Standing on the steps in that rehearsal room. My feet sweaty and stinky as fuck. Black like sweat things coming off my toes. My roommate was Nick.

That moment in the hallway taking down my pants. “Should we go all the way?”

Jessica wanted to be closer than I did. I fall back on ppl when I’m lonely but don’t want closeness when I’m not. I use people. I do what O did to me. He didn’t really love me? Or did he?

I’m single now but I’m not having fun but I need to give it more time and I am being more wild. I started to get wild sophomore year. Sarah G. I thought things had changed. But I didn’t want them to change bc I wanted to be unhappy there??????????????

You’re really cool for a freshman. Others wouldn’t do that.

Well I’m basically a senior bc I’ve already been at my school four years.

High school was my college time in a way. It was my amazing time and I was studying and creating big projects. College was my high school time hating things and not self actualizing and not being myself.

Did I do it on purpose???????????? Is that kind of thing possible???????? I know I’ve thought that before. Can I be faking this all? This little voice says yes. What the fuck. I have to be honest about that little voice. I have to bring it up.

She isn’t going to set the agenda. If I want to keep going on the same subject, I have to push onwards into it. What memories are there to open up there? God this is going to take so long and I want to do other things and I know I want to have done this work of digging through elementary school and things.

Honor choir I was the only freshman and I sang alone and they all clapped and cheered for me. I pooped and made the room stink and I was too embarrassed to say. I didn’t have anyone to sit with. I couldn’t sit with people who seemed cool to me. The directors were like gods. The guys were from Montana. I was wearing my first set of boxer briefs. They said I wasn’t like a normal freshman. The performance meant almost nothing. I was sick to my stomach going. I was sick to my stomach going to Eugene. I was sick to my stomach for years before undergrad. J. K. was too. She told me that later on. We read that same book.

I wanted to prove myself. That other guy was shaving and we were all sharing the bathroom. He was shaving. I took my underwear off before getting in the shower. I wanted to show myself I could. I wanted to expose myself.

Why am I so obsessed with the idea of having been molested or raped now and not earlier in my life? How could that be possible? How could I not have remembered it sooner? Or thought of it? Not in undergrad at all. I must be making up that fear. I make up my whole life. All of life is imagined and made up and fake and shit. All of life is imagined period. How am I tired again and yawning. I was always yawning with the computer on my lap. They said the computer heat makes you infertile. Did I lose my chance of having a bigger dick bc I sat a computer on my lap? I loved having a laptop. And, I never looked at porn porn. I was so abnormal. Everyone else did.

Talking with Jacob about penis size. I didn’t think about size mattering. That Hannah who later must’ve fucked Matt P. He came down with shorts so short his dick was hanging out. It was so exciting to me, and horrifying, bc I liked her. I liked so many people. I like so many people simultaneously. I jump around. I can’t find my place. Maybe I don’t have a place. Singing was my place.

I really liked Cole. How much older is he than me? Less older than I am compared to O. I think. He went to India and then he came back and did what. Was he only 24 or 25? We all thought it was fucked up that he dated Eric L and he was a senior and Eric was a freshman. He came out later. I’m so fucked. W moved on to a whole different kind of life where she has adult friends with children and she and F will probably have a kid sooner than later. She already got pregnant once.

J and M (C) are growing up a lot. I see everyone else changing so much. I’m objectively changing with HRT and whatnot. And therapy. And I don’t feel like I’m changing. When change is slow you don’t feel it. Which of these people is really me? My developmental stages are so mixed up. As a kid I fit better with adults. Even my parents say that. Now I really like nineteen year olds and twenty year olds. And, I just saw H and M tonight and there was a big gap between me and H but I was quite into M. I wanted to look at their breasts and forced myself not to. I wonder if both of them noticed and they talked about it later. I wonder how much people notice the things I try to hide. Am I good at it? Am I better than I think? Which me is really me?

I want my breasts to stay small. So I don’t get judged. I’m very worried about being judged. I’m not a women and I don’t like being called a woman. I felt like a man and no longer a boy if that makes sense. But I can be called a girl. I’m getting very agitated thinking that I’m faking being trans. We all change our gender identities bc it’s the thing to do. Conservatives are right. We should be conservatives. The conservative position is easier to defend. They never have to prove themselves. Their beliefs are the old ones. Why should we change. Life is fine. My mom doesn’t want things to change. Or I’m projecting on her. I tho m I’m better than others and I project my bad things onto them so I don’t deal with them. Is that why I feel so free?

How fucked up am I. I wrote that paper about L dying in sophomore year. I’m more introspective and controlled when I’m in a relationship. With A and W and O. Not D. I had to lie about her attractiveness. But I loved her mind. Or I loved her being there for me when I needed someone.

S isn’t comfortable with me. We went to the beach tgt with her brother. I felt she brought her brother so we would t be alone tgt. She probably knows I have feelings for her. And have for over ten years. She’s honestly so pretty. She never replies when I message her on ig. She’s had so much sex and partied so much. Idk if her hair really came back after her eating disorder. She’s a professor. A real one. Not like fake ass me. I live at home. I’m Jim the gentleman caller. I just want to relive my moment of being cool. She wasn’t cool in high school. And, she had a group. And, she’s secure in herself now. Is she? I don’t know her. She doesn’t engage with me probably bc she knows I have feelings for her. If she had feelings for me she wouldn’t react in that way. She would want to talk to me. Or she’s holding me back bc I’m a nightmare pos.

My dads bloody eyeballs. Bloody eyeball in New York.

I had introspection awake at night on my computer. Maybe if I slept more I’d have a bigger dick. They called me pancake. I’m sad that W’s life is complete without me. As I thought earlier me like O so much must make her feel the same way. S watches all my stories but never messages me. She keeps her distance on purpose and has for years. I need to stop reacting to her posts and messaging her ever. She never ever ever reacts to me. I talked to her about O. That was one of our only conversations. In the past year I mean.

I have so much left to say I have to pee I always tried to hold my excretia in.

I used to put stuff in my butt. They took me to the doctor for it I think. And in my ear. Or was that S. I know I fingered myself when I was quite young. I’ve been obsessed with pooping since forever. Obsessed. Butts. Anal phase development. Freud. We both stuck stuff inside ourselves I think. Or was it only him that stick stuff inside his butt. I can’t remember for sure. I thought it was me.

My blue basketball tracksuit. Orange basketball. So excited. Getting up early and getting fully dressed by myself. So excited. Running to my parents. It was so early. They told me to go back to sleep. They were sleeping. I couldn’t sleep. I read something. It was so boring.

Everyone was asleep at the R house. I woke up early and first and I was so bored. I went to play that football video game. My mom got mad at me for playing that game too much. Did she get mad that morning? Tf was I supposed to do????? I was bored. Why did I get disciplined for such stupid shit. That’s a reason I didn’t respect my parents. This shouldn’t be a rule. Same as eating in the living room whole watching tv.

2:30 tomorrow.

Hold on hold onnnnnnnn the bathroom at OLL.

I make up narratives of being emotionally hurt.

So many fucking thoughts!!!!!!!!

Im making up a catholic school molestation story. Or am I.

That bathroom. That bathroom. Urinals without dividers. The tall skinny ones. Just like in the bathroom but 220. 220. Second floor, room 20. Playing football with Dominick and Kyle and one other boy. Kyle is dead now. Kyle C. Kathryn was friends with him. She posted about him. Angie. Leah senior year.

Your profile picture is you with another girl.

I changed it.

How excellent. Walking with Jessica on 4th of July. Dr. A gave a speech. We stepped forward for How excellent. Why was I involved? I don’t know. I wanted to be. They taught me the song. I sang alto I think. My voice was free. Did anything hurt? I don’t remember it did. I didn’t need Ricola. Or did I. My voice got sore junior year. Not sophomore year. I could sing big. I should’ve always gotten to sing big.

I’m going into a tunnel with my practicing. I need to work on something different.

I’m squeezing my neck like crazy.

The church at OLL.

SW from church really really wants me involved in her prayer organization. I am not a believer. It’s BS. That speaker was so BS.

I need to text W.

The church has blue carpet. “Jesus died on the cross, you can stand for twenty minutes.” My legs hurt so much. I remember lighting candles but that happened in California, not here. When Aunt K got remarried. I found out much later her husband drank himself to death. They got divorced before that happened. He would drink rubbing alcohol. Steven went too fast lighting the candles. I was so mad. Don’t you know what you’re doing. But I had to stay in character. My dad has to go up and relight them. I was humiliated. I danced with Baby Anna. She didn’t recognize me after that. She was so cute. I was 10? She was probably three or four. I was so disappointed when she didn’t know me after that. We swam in our shorts. I got such a bad sunburn. My skin was peeling at the Aunt P ranch. We were reading H P. I’m still scarred from that sunburn. Left shoulder. The soda thing. They had their own automatic soda. That was so cool. Everyone else lived in the real world. Not us. We lived in church world where I wore clothes I hated. And we took family photos I hated.

I’m just born evil nothing happened to me I’ve just always been evil and bad.

I looked in the mirror in the same bathroom mirror the same bathroom mirror where I shaved my unibrow when I was mocked I still do or was I even mocked I was just afraid of being mocked why do I have a unibrow why am I the weird one how can anyone love me when I’m so weird

But it’s not the same mirror bc that ugly cupboard got replaced and the door was so broken and I shared it with S and A. Sharing is such a nightmare. This house is pretty small for three kids and two adults it was at capacity. I wonder if that’s why we fought so much.

I didn’t work on the book today again.

The book.

Not my book.

Not even his book.

The book.

Where’s the ownership dumdum dumbass

But even if it’s not the same mirror it’s the same thought. I looked in the mirror and I believe I even said out loud just now

Crazy that I don’t remember

But if I said it out loud my parents would’ve heard

Why don’t I want my parents to know anything

Did they know when Z said he would kill me if he could or he stole all my friends

I was talking about how Lindsay Lohan was naked in parent trap. She must not have known I said. That excited me so much. Being naked. She was naked. It’s bad but it turns me on so much. It’s not appropriate but I’m so into it.

Even T said my obsession with sex is abnormal. But she agreed with me saying that. Maybe she was just pushing me to do more thinking. Idk if others are telling the truth for sure. My moral compass is off. I always want or need an external standard. This is right. This is wrong. I’m bad. I’m a sinner. If I just be myself I do terrible things. I say I’m just in it for the sex. I say all these girls here like me.

He said what did we used to listen to? Jonsi?

Adele too I said

It’s so fucking weird that we message at all.

It’s weird FOR ME that we message

God I’m so far off topic

Did he really forget what we listened to? Are our moments tgt not seared into his brain like laser and fire? I remember everything. I remember his letter. I remember meeting him by the chapel. I remember sitting on the bench outside the music department and we sat for so long and I was thinking this is weird I should leave but he just kept talking and then it was bc he liked me. I’m sure I still have that first letter in my box of heartbreak which is actually an oversized envelope. I remember seeing him from down the hall and feeling so happy. Am. I really gay? And that happiness was real. And maybe I was his gf and that’s why it didn’t feel gay

If I was abused how come I can have sex without being triggered

After a lifetime of being obsessed with sex how come it doesn’t feel good

I never lose myself in it

It just doesn’t feel that good. Masturbating feels better. Did I not have the right partner

I see little me in a dress

Instead I was in stupid fucking clothes I hated

I wore white socks at St. Luke’s with black pants. My mom told me dont. I didn’t want to listen. Then she was right. She was self satisfied afterwards. “yyyyyyyyyyEP.” Why tf were we even at St. Luke’s. S and A lived behind St. Luke’s. They were so cool. BC was there. I talked about having written an opera. He must’ve been like wtf. I saw him at undergrad at a concert. M said to me who was that guy you were talking to and said he was sexy or something. He was. I wasn’t into him though.

Oh my fucking god I’m so off topic AND I want to get this whole thought out.

S and A were so cool. I can talk to A bc I don’t have sexual interest in him. It was a long time before I knew he was trans. I was trying to put so much stuff together. They were both so fucking cool. S isn’t that cool now to me. And it’s hard for me to talk to her calmly. She had meds. I’m sure she has problems like I have. Maybe that’s why our relationship became weird. Weirdly close but not close and I was always yearning for more like I did with B. But I knew I couldn’t !!!!! That was so fucked up. My legs twitched. I wanted to be her.

Hating boy dress clothes. I always have.

Wanting to be an older woman.

But I’m totally cis.

What am I

I looked in the mirror now like I always did in high school and said I think out loud WHO ARE YOU in an emphatic tone of voice. My face and voice were serious. My eyes were wide. My mouth was set. WHO ARE YOU didn’t mean what’s wrong with you in this case.

Katy is commenting to me again it’s the most interaction we’ve had in years why am I not giving more energy back why am I being aloof maybe bc she out distance there and I’m trying to keep myself safe or I’m hurt or I’m just consumed with other things or I just don’t feel close to her. Her not talking to me hurt a lot. Stop distracting from topic!!!!!!!!!!! T hurt a lot. Then T sent that heart emoji to my post today after “stay well”

Alright

Idk what that means and W sees it so simply and straightforward and I just don’t.

That’s not who she was

I’m obsessed with WAS

WHO ARE YOU meant which of these many different versions of yourself that you experience and present is the real one? How can there be so many?????

I did outpatient at the hospital near sams house and Sam dated Irene and Irene announced her engagement today and both of Irenes parents are dead and we haven’t spoken in decades but were still connected online.

I wish I was walking in snow like when I was hurting over D and I walked so far and my mom called me like what the fuck you’re going to get attacked and I said I used to walk the streets of New York much later than this

Sam dated K and he was never the same after that. I was there with Gabi and Kari and we made deep fried lovin and it was amazing and we loved it and Sam and I could never recapture that although we tried a few times. He always said “what do you want to do” and I didn’t know and neither of us had an idea. I went to so many weird ass coffee meets and hangouts in those first few years after high school. A had a pool party or something. When was the slip n slide party. We had all those AGT parties and tried to recreate or simply create the social life and friends over we should’ve had in high school and I believe my mom was extremely happy bc that’s what she had always wanted, to be the party house, like all the kids coming to play at her house when she was a kid. But how could anyone like coming here with the way she acted. We actually were a party house in elementary school. There’s that day when we all played in the rain and I was wearing red sweatpants. There’s the picture where I wanted the attention and I stood in front of the whole group sideways catching snowflakes on my tongue. We played smear the queer in the frosty grass. The athletic boys were the coolest. K’s older brother Dylan was called superstar on the soccer field. We played so many games at OLL. Do you remember tether ball. Words look weird rn what are letters even. Wall ball and black magic and double black magic and triple black magic and quadruple black magic and four square and kickball and soccer and basketball god we were so competitive it was amazing and so fun

Kickball on the asphalt we always had scraped knees who approved that who let us play like that. Brandon fell and left his teeth in the asphalt or at least that was my image of it. Zero the Hero. One hundreds day. Turbo math. Writing books. Everyone else knew things I didn’t. Star Wars. Everyone knew things I didn’t.

We couldn’t be the party house in middle school. She wasn’t safe. I wanted to die. I deserved to die bc I was so disobedient.

Who was I? The no friends middle school. Won’t let myself poop disgusting fart everyone smelled it too scared to pee off the stairs I had to get approval to go to the outhouse too scared to spray the wasp nest taking down the pole and failing and smashing my hand and it had that big scab and I washed it with hand sanitizer bf that was all I had and maybe that’s what caused my blood clot but it happened so many weeks later how did it happen so much later. I was so into J in college junior year and then she told me the story about fucking that other guy when they were drunk. She even Skyped me. She loved that one guy and then he picked someone else and it ruined everything and I was always starving and eating my cereal too fast but I didn’t want to spend money buying more I only went to Cub like once we rode the bus and took so many pictures and I looked so happy in that moment. And R was there. Before he assaulted me. I didn’t want to touch his dick the memory of touching his dick is literally making me shake rn I need to stop it was so hard and small he was everywhere on campus he did whatever he wanted he was loud everyone loved him stop thinking about him!!!!!!!!!!!

My neck and arms are so tense rn what is wrong with me why did I have so many social problems putting my backpack in those cubbies when we went to eat I was so scared it would be stolen I took it with me I was the only one it was so stupid I was such an envarrassing person I’ve been so controlled in my life by embarrassment only the Asian kids ran they didn’t care what anyone thought of them we laughed at them that was so typical mocking any difference. I read the books of school history trying to understand the values and I finally did I didn’t fit in!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I have R and E and C.

The protests are dying down. We’re at the limit of change. It’ll take another death to rile this back up. That’s disgusting but I think it’s true. Things were done in Portland at about 9:30.

I feel sick. I feel legitimately sick.

I feel so sick and my ears are ringing great!!!!!!!!!!! And I saw T and her boyfriend and thought about how I want sex and I’m not fuckable. Which maybe I am. Maybe that’s my essential self. Unfuckable and insecure and anxious and scared of being different and scared of being judged and bc of this always already different and trying to be different so I stand out as a star but not wanting to stand out at the same time. Do I even like singing or like music or do I just want to be famous. I have been so confident that I would be famous. I’m so confident in my ideas. I’m so smart. No one can be more right than me. My co fife to self is despicable.

Maybe I loved being fifteen and being with M and being at A M F and two summers ago with O bc I wasn’t this disgusting insecure person but everyone liked me. I’ve been thinking that that person is my essential self. But maybe the whole thing is that thats NOT ME AT ALL. I’m not meant to be a star or be anyone I’m meant to be a worm and disappear and be nowhere and that’s why I do t have groups and that’s why no one liked me at undergrad and at the same time didn’t I keep myself out of groups on purpose so I would keep honoring high school? Like we keep honoring Leah. Just like I keep holding onto the pain of O to honor the relationship that we had and prove my real love for him. He’s moved on more than I could ever imagine moving on except that’s not true in the sense that I don’t know anything but I must be ABSOLUTELY clear with myself when I say that the reason it’s not true is because whatever I say is an assumption and I’m working on not making assumptions about other people at this point in my life bc I need to act on what people say bc I’m not at all a mind reader. And, I hope that he is thinking of me. But I’m playing with myself. He’s fine if he was here then he would be here. He might be in another state he might be in a whole other relationship.

Don’t fake yourself out. He’s not coming back.

He’s not coming back.

He’s not coming back.

He’s not coming back.

He’s not coming back.

He’s not coming back.

He’s moved on.

He’s moved on.

He’s moved on.

He had at least one other relationship.

He might not be single now.

He’s moved on.

He’s not coming back.

I need to finish this. I avoid the real point. Why does my brain do that. And I want to write down every thought. Why so many digressions

Okay then

I’m typing with my eyes closed sometimes which is something I used to do in high school while I was typing late into the night exactly like I am right now. S always lay facedown on his bed which I thought was fucking weird bc I only lay facedown to masturbate.

He did that in the day time

I kissed so many objects after reading the Star Wars novelization

We played Nanosaur at catholic school and public school.

The computers were in the portable

I never got to play as much as I wanted to

The computers were in the library and I played type to learn. I was watching Star Trek tng with my dad on a summer night and it enthralled me I couldn’t tell when special effects were bad at that age. We had to leave I had indoor soccer with Kirill’s dad and he was a star in the Soviet Union he said but who knows and I went to his house one time to play video games and it was a small apartment and I was so surprised. The preps took him in instantly but why not me WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME WHY IS MY GRIUP THE PPL WHO ARE WEIRD SS FUCK

We funked in the halls people laughed at how I didn’t know how to move myself or in anyway be in my body and I couldn’t let go why couldn’t I let go people who let go looked so cool Sam was our mascot at that high school duhduhduh day I didn’t know what tf I was doing there why was I in ASB it just seemed like the thing to do we tied I was relieved when I lost I missed the midnight going into the secret places in the school thing fuck my life I missed so many things I wanted

GOD DAMN JT

There were younger boys who went to pee in our one and only bathroom and they took their pants all the way down to their ankles and the older boys came in and made fun of them while they were still right there and I heard it and made sure not to be like the kindergarten boys so I wouldn’t be made fun of. I think I peed like that before that day. It didn’t matter??? Smooth white butts. There was one brown person in the class named Tharik. Maybe not but we were so white.

Is there anything else to remember about that moment?

Sinks where you pushed the bar at the feet to turn on the water

I’ve been to so many airport sinks and the urinals have no dividers

I always prayed no one else would be in the bathroom why was I so scared to pee beside someone I would be seen why didn’t I want to be seen? Other times I was dying to be seen. How did my desires change so much

Why was I obsessed with sex. I had fantasies of Hoth of magic school bus I was naked in so many. I didn’t want the doctor to examine my penis. I said can my mom do it instead and tell you. No he said but she can sit in the room. Okay he said. I was so scared. Why was I so scared. Why didn’t I handle it normally. Why I’m gods name would I want my mom to see my dick. What the fuck was wrong with me.

Is there ever a time I look back on myself and think wow that was a good decision I’m proud of that. No! I have happy moments like being the only freshman in honor choir or playing the zither or whatever it’s called with A

Am I more evolved than I was then

I choose not to act or do anything bc at least that way I can’t make any mistakes and not acting is also a mistake I can’t bear to do what I did in the past and then somehow I do it before I realize I’m doing it

Why was I obsessed with sex

I read about luke and Leia kissing in that movelization and I kissed so many things around the house trying to capture the description from the boom of how her lips felt. There were choose your own adventure books and i always imagined myself in them and unmade so many self insert fantasies where all the characters were still there. the boys were my friends and the girls were my lovers. I think OLL was where I read junior Jedi knights. We used to go to the library so much the old one and I read through so much Star Wars and Star Trek science fiction. I was never attracted to the boys. I never judged the stories I just enjoyed the imagination. And I read Ancient Greek mhths. I’m a fucking nerd and nothing nobody who got thrust into the center stage and suddenly I had some popularity and then I had that personality push and pull. Always being criticized. A criticized me and W criticized me after my recital like right after and A took down the program in Eugene and Ö tore me apart so many times including after the MC. Anneke was so fucking attractive.

God

I never should have had attention. I liked so much stupid nerd stuff. But I was cool in elementary school. I feel like wherever I am I try to make the stuff I like cool and bring people to me. I can’t fit into them. Music is a great way to do that bc everyone loves music.

I have always had false ideas of who I am but when I’m depressed I can be realistic. That’s why it’s good for me to be depressed. I’m a sinner and no good and deserve it. I deserve to feel bad. It’s penance. I deserve it.

That’s not what I should feel and that’s not what my brain feels but I write down stuff like that bc that’s what my heart is saying. Those could even be in quotes. That’s being said by a different me inside me if that makes any sense.

I’m so privileged. What do people think when they see me. Do I not have more followers and more story views bc I’m a fucking loser and that’s what people see? But I liked myself. I liked what I saw. I liked it. But it wasn’t or isn’t good enough for other people. My opinions grate. My opinions drive people away. Why do I always have such strong opinions.

I never do anything part way

I started masurbating so early. How did I find it

Don’t message back fast. They’re very inconsistent. You’re hoping for much more than they will ever give. You give what you look to receive. You don’t give what people deserve. You don’t give based on the real quality of your relationship but by what you want it to be or you give without regard for yourself and only regard for pleasing the other. A. W. O. D.

No boundaries. Too many boundaries. Inappropriate feelings. I do so much to avoid inappropriate feelings.

What’s inappropriate

Wrong

You should have sexual feelings for that person

You shouldn’t like people that much older or that much younger. I never knew him when he wasn’t an adult I stg

I can’t remember any sexual feelings at all in third grade. I remember so many times when I thought wby dont I like anyone. I remember like forcing myself to like K in fifth grade. I end up dating or whatever people I’m not attracted to. I see someone in them that isn’t the real them and then I expect them to act like that person

I guess I tried to change O. I’m the bad one

Idk if that’s true that I tried to change him.

But I definitely might say x is a good decision in my opinion. Stuff like that.

Am I asexual? The question doesn’t stop coming back to me.

Can I remember anything. I don’t fucking know.

I played with my penis from a time when I was very young.

W feels natural for me but wrong. That’s not who I am.

K doesn’t feel natural these days most of the time and idk why. Is she just a costume :( I don’t want her to be but maybe she is. I have to face all my inner voices. Avoiding them has hurt me a lot.

I don’t see people for who they are. For who they are inside I see them. Nope. That’s my projection. Who I think they could be which is another way of saying who I want them to be. Stupid stupid stupid.

Zuko

Rubbing my dick on my bed felt good. Rubbing it on blankets felt better. Pulling down my pants and then pulling down my underwear. Better and better and better. I didn’t think to masturbate with my hand for years. I went through so much shampoo. I came in so many showers. Once I was scared I would get my sister pregnant bc I came in the tub. I came in my grandparents’ bathrooms. Both of them. My dads dad doesn’t hardly seem like part of the family.

Why don’t i remember more?

Because there’s nothing else to remember.

Each experience is a different me. How will I ever know who the me me is. So many different selves. So many masks. A different person around every single person. Only O and D knew the full me. Not A or W. They were my sex friends and we were in a relationship. Sex was what I wanted. I turned into their emotional support doll. They didn’t support me. I don’t tell W things. She isn’t on my sinsta. I haven’t told her about it. She would be hurt that I didn’t. And that I wouldn’t add her. Don’t give people things they can’t handle. She doesn’t use my girl name. I wonder if O knows I changed my name online. It doesn’t matter. He’s not part of it.

She doesn’t understand a lot. A doesn’t understand a lot. There are these lines right. They’re not like me. But we have sex. Sex is so important to me bc they’re sex friends. But then I get sucked in emotionally. Same with O. We were sex friends that got emotional.

I never had sex that satisfied me.

There’s a gap of why sex why me. Etc. Why secret. I’ve always been a secret whore like lots of white girls.

I’m obsessed with symmetry too. I’m not normal. I hate seeing S’s name in my text suggestions or whatever they’re called. predictive text.

I’ve always been obsessed with symmetry. Idk where that came from. I can’t stand asymmetry in my body which ofc we all have bc nothing is perfect in nature in a mathematical sense.

Left right right left

Up left down right down left up right

I do that pattern constantly. Teeth tongue mouth eyes feet

I’ve done that since forever. Why

Idk

Nothing comes from nothing but that doesn’t mean it came from severe sexual trauma either

I’m trying to find trauma just find sexual thoughts in the past instead

Like my dad giving me that one shirt sex talk and how uncomfortable it was and how I thought about balls or how sex was always trash and we had to go to bed when our parents were watching a movie did they ever make out there was no physicality in their relationship ever. She has her couch my dad has his chair

I don’t want to be physical with them I do with everyone else maybe I’m the abuser maybe I was born that way I kissed everyone they didn’t want it maybe Mrs. H was right to punish me that way. I feel like my sexual interest started before kindergarten

Masturbatimg has always been fantasy time. Sometimes memory time. Sometimes creating fantasy memories. Sometimes living out things I read. Erotica really is the superior porn

I masturbated like crazy, and, I didn’t know any sexual terms. Bisexual is when the woman is older than the man LMAO

I think already in first grade or so I didn’t tell my parents about school. I didn’t want to. Everyone knew who we were. Big ass silver van. We always were the last to leave anything. Always talking like crazy. Public was our only freedom even though it was our fake selves. I kicked the rock into Mrs. G’s ankle. My mom shouted at me. We were just playing. AND I know that I knew I was being risky. We ran laps around the school. It was always hard for me. Running. I always hated it. I couldn’t push myself. That Mikaela or Michaela or however she spelled her name was ahead of me on the sidewalk. She was faster than me. We ran laps under the covered area. That was where we were allowed to play during rain time. I told Jesse she was dat and she said that’s a black mark on my soul and a sin. H E L L H E double L H E double hockey sticks

I peed my pants and somehow Mrs. H knew

[trillhouse-lh]

Play-Date 2

> “You’re late, Bobblehead,” Gwen grunted as her ‘boyfriend’ pulled up in front of her home. He hopped off his bike and braced himself against it to catch his breath. > “S-sorry…” Bobby panted, forehead dripping with sweat. “Y-you didn’t give me much notice-“ > “Yeah, yeah. Quit’cher bellyachin’ and let’s get outta here,” The girl huffed and strode over to him. “We don’t wanna be late.” Her ‘date’ let out a sigh and climbed back on his bike; Gwen climbed on behind him and hooked her arms around his midsection without hesitation. > It had been just over three weeks since Gwen had kicked off her plan to get Lemy back… thus far with less-than-satisfactory results. Despite her best attempts to rouse the boy’s jealousy with a new ‘boyfriend’, he seemed to take the whole thing in stride. But Gwen was nothing if not persistent, and as long as Bobby was still willing to play along she wasn’t about to give up so easily. > Not that she would give the timid boy much of a say in the matter, anyway. > “Y’know how to get to the theater from here, right?” She asked as Bobby started pedaling, keeping a moderate pace to avoid spooking his passenger. > “I think so,” The boy muttered. He knew where the theater was, after all, and he certainly knew where he was now relative to that. > “Ya THINK so or ya KNOW so?” > “…I know so.” Bobby grumbled. Quite frankly, he’d rather be anywhere but here right now… in fact, he’d deliberately avoided mentioning Lemy and Lina’s movie date to her for this very reason. But no, of course Leia had to get wind of it, and of course she just HAD to report the information to Gwen. Now Bobby had no choice to push aside his weekend plans, all because this girl didn’t know when it was time to let go. Still, he’d made a promise, and until Gwen finally gave up her pursuit of his big brother he intended to keep it.

> “Where’re ya goin’?” Gwen asked with a note of annoyance as Bobby diverted from the usual path, veering off towards the side streets instead. > “Shortcut,” Bobby replied.  Gwen raised an eyebrow. > “Shortcut?! This way’s longer, dummy.” Gwen let go for a moment to lightly swat the back of the boy’s head, but he simply grit his teeth and forced himself to bear it. > “…The other way has a lot of crossings. Th-this way has less. It’s faster.” Bobby stated plainly. “I told you, I know where I’m going.” Gwen frowned, narrowing her eyes at the boy’s tone… then again, she could hardly blame him for having a bit of a snippy attitude. Gwen sighed and shrugged. > “Guess I’ll take your word for it,” She said. “You really get around in this thing, huh?” > “Yeah, I guess…” Bobby muttered. “I-I mean, I ride it pretty much everywhere.” > “Huh.” Gwen hummed in thought. “Weird you’re so fat, then.” Bobby sighed and pressed on; he was used to being called fat by Lyle, after all. > As they headed down the side streets, Gwen had to admit that she could see his point… compared to the main roads they were far less crowded, not to mention the general lack of crossing lights. Even though Bobby stopped at every intersection and looked both ways before pedaling across, they were still making good time. > Or, at least, they WERE… after some time the bike suddenly screeched to a halt, nearly throwing Gwen off with a yelp. She had to tightly squeeze Bobby’s waist to hang on. > “HEY!” The girl snapped. “What’s the big idea?!” Bobby didn’t immediately respond; she noticed he was staring straight ahead with a nervous expression. Following his gaze, she spotted two boys a short distance away. They looked about Bobby’s age, maybe a bit older.

> “U-um… Bobby stammered. “W-we better find another way…” > “Another way…? What’s gotten into yo-“ > “SHHH!” Bobby hissed. Normally Gwen would snap at the boy for shushing her like that but it was clear that, for whatever reason, Bobby did not want to cross paths with those boys. “Just… let’s just go.” He turned to head back onto the main roads. > “Yo, Dobby! Hold up!” Dammit. Bobby hung his head, letting out a sigh as the two boys approached. Now, Gwen could get a better look at them… one stood a bit taller than Bobby, wearing a green shirt with stripe of blue across the middle and sporting bleached blonde hair. The boy beside him was even taller than that, standing at least half a head above him and clad in a black hoodie and matching skullcap. Both wore condescending smirks that Gwen did not like one bit. > “…H-hi, Hayden... A-Andy.” Bobby grumbled, keeping his gaze planted firmly on the ground. > “Don’t tell us you were just gonna ride off without saying hi?” Hayden sneered. > “Yeah, what? Ain’t we friends no more?” Andy asked, not even attempting to mask the sarcasm in his tone. > “N-no… um… I-I said hi, so… hi.” Bobby muttered. Hayden grinned and roughly tousled the boy’s hair. > “That’s more like it,” The bully said. “Ain’t been seein’ you at school so much… kinda feels like you’re givin’ us the slip. But you wouldn’t be doin’ THAT, now would ya?” > “N-no!” Bobby lied. “O-of course not, I-“ > “Who’re these shmucks?” Bobby turned towards Gwen with wide, horrified eyes. She was glaring at the two boys harshly, clearly not impressed with their little power play. Bobby turned his attention back to the bullies, finding them glowering right back at her.

> “…Could ask you the same thing.” Hayden shot back. > “I asked first,” Gwen snapped. Hayden narrowed his eyes, then turned to Bobby with a huff.” > “Dobby. Who’s this broad?” He asked. “’Nother sister of yours?” Bobby swallowed and shook his head. > “N-n-no, she’s-“ > “A friend,” She finished for him. Hayden raised his eyebrows in surprise. > “…A friend? How ‘bout that.” Hayden chuckled. “Lil’ Dobby found himself a friend. B’sides us, of course.” > “An’ a girl, too.” Andy added with a laugh of his own. “Well, ain’t he just a big ol’ casa… casano… casanu…” The boy’s brow contorted in thought as he struggled to remember the word. “…ladies’ man.” > “Casanova, you idiot.” Hayden grumbled, before once again sneering at Gwen. “Well, we and Bobby go waaay back. Ain’t that right?” He asked the nervous young boy; Bobby could only give a small, timid nod in response. Needless to say, his date was less than convinced. > “ Friends. Right.” The girl spat, crossing her arms. “All I see is a coupla clowns with a lousy act.” > “G-Gwen…!” Bobby gasped, but Gwen pressed on. > “I mean, c’mon. The whole ‘best buddy’ bit is played out.” She scoffed. > “Gwen-“ >“And ‘Dobby’? That ain’t even clever, for cryin’ out loud.” The girl continued. “Coulda called him ‘Booby’ but ya missed it.” Bobby buried his face in his palm; this was exactly what he hadn’t wanted to happen. For a moment neither of the bullies said anything; they glanced at each other, then back to Gwen. A cold smirk slowly crossed Hayden’s face. > “I like your girlfriend, Dobby.” He said. “Gwen, right? You got guts.” > “More than I can say for you,” Gwen shot back. “Bet ya think you’re real big-shots, pickin’ on a lil’ wimp like him.” > “Gwen, PLEASE…” Bobby groaned.

> “So here’s the deal, knuckleheads.” Gwen huffed, getting right in Hayden’s face. “Either youse two shove off an’ leave us alone, or I’ll show ya how a REAL big-shot fights. Got that?” For a moment, there was a heavy silence; the bullies looked at one another, straining to hold back their laughter. Finally, they broke and began laughing hysterically at the girl’s threat. “W-what?!” Gwen snapped, her face growing hot with embarrassment. “I mean it!” > “S-sure… right…” Hayden managed to spit out between peals of laughter. “Do ya, now.” Gwen clenched her teeth in anger, and Bobby noticed her hands clenching into fists. He could feel a pit forming in his stomach… this was about to get bad. > “N-no, sh-she doesn’t…!” Bobby sputtered, getting between the two with a forced, shaky smile and his palms raised in submission. “She’s j-just a bit grumpy right now, so-“ He was cut off by Gwen pushing him aside. > “Yeah, I DO.” She growled. Hayden and Andy snorted with laughter again. > “Gwen, come ON,” Bobby pleaded, gently grasping the girl’s arm, trying to lead her away. “J-just let it go…” Gwen just wrenched her arm away and stood her ground against the bullies. Slowly their laughter petered off and they stepped forward, looming over the smaller girl and her trembling ‘boyfriend’. “G-guys, come on… j-just leave us alone…”   > “Hey now, she’s the one that threatened US.” Hayden pointed out. “Nothin’ wrong with defendin’ ourselves, right?” > “Yeah… an’ hey, tell ya what.” Andy drawled with a cocky smirk. He leaned forward and tilted his head, presenting his chin to the girl. “I’ll even give ya a free shot.” He tapped the side of his chin for emphasis. “C’mon, right he-“ > POW.

> Andy fell back, hitting the ground like a ton of bricks. Hayden stood stock-still, his eyes wide with shock… only for Gwen to turn and gut-punch him hard, knocking all the wind from his lungs. He dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach in pain; Gwen merely scoffed and shoved him to the ground. > “That it?” She sneered. Bobby couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He knew she was tough, of course… she was Leia’s muscle for a reason after all. Besides, it was only natural a boxer’s daughter would know how to throw a punch. “C’mon, get up!” The girl taunted, grinning as she cracked her knuckles. “I ain’t done with ya yet.” > “S-stupid little…!” Andy grunted, staggering to his feet. He rubbed his sore jaw, finding his footing before lunging at Gwen with fury in his eyes. She easily weaved away from the taller boy as he tried to grab her, countering with another punch. The height difference gave her a clear shot at Andy’s liver and, while not strong enough to do any real damage, the blow was painful enough to make the boy collapse to the ground once more. > “What’re you doing, you idiot?!” Hayden snapped at his cohort as he too got to his feet, putting up his dukes as he eyed his opponent. Andy may have been the bigger and stronger of the two, but he was sorely lacking in the brains department. Hayden, however, was smart enough not to charge in so recklessly. > Not that it mattered much; for all their bullying, neither of the boys REALLY knew how to fight. Gwen, on the other hand, did. Every time he swung for her, she dodged. Every time he readied himself for an incoming blow, it was a fake-out. She wasn’t even trying to hit him… the big grin plastered on her face proved that this was just a game to her. She was toying with him, and it pissed him off to no end.

> “C’mon! That all you got?” She teased. Hayden briefly locked eyes with the prone Andy, who gave a small nod of understanding before Hayden’s focus returned to Gwen; he took another swing at her but, as she stepped back, she suddenly felt someone grip her ankle. “Wha…?!” Gwen gasped, looking down to find Andy clutching her leg with a vicious glare. > “Gotcha!” Just as she was about to stomp on his arm she was pulled down to the ground with a yelp. > “Get OFF, ya prick!” Gwen shouted, trying in vain to kick him off, but in terms of raw strength even she couldn’t match the nine-year-old. He was easily able to pin her arms behind her back, and Bobby could only watch in horror as Hayden casually walked up and put his foot on her back, pushing the girl’s face against the pavement. > “Not so tough now, huh?” Hayden scoffed. Gwen growled and struggled against them, her face growing hot with humiliation. She’d gotten too cocky... she could only be glad nobody was around to see this. > “L-leave her alone!” Bobby cried, rushing forward only for Hayden to roughly shove him away. He balled his trembling hands into fists, biting his lip in frustration at his own weakness. This wasn’t right… you weren’t supposed to hit girls. But what was he supposed to do about it? He was small, he was weak, he couldn’t fight… > …But he had to do SOMETHING. > “So, ready to say uncle?” Hayden asked. > “Piss off,” Gwen shot back. Hayden scowled at her before glancing over at Andy. > “Hey, Andy… y’still got that switchblade?” He asked; Gwen’s eyes went wide, her struggling halting all at once. Did he say SWITCHBLADE? > “Darn right I do,” The taller boy replied with a cruel grin.

> “What say we give Gwen here a little haircu-“ Before he could finish that thought he felt a sudden, sharp pain against his right temple. “OW!” He staggered off of Gwen, clutching the spot in pain. > “Hayden?! What- OW!” Andy cried as he too felt a burst of pain on his shoulder. The boys looked up to see Bobby shaking with fear and anger, his hands full of small rocks and bits of gravel. > “I-I said leave her ALONE!” He shouted as he pelted the boys with rocks. They yelped in pain and backed off from Gwen, forced to cover their faces with their arms to shield themselves from the barrage. > “Y-you’re, OW, you’re DEAD, Dobby!” Hayden warned between gasps, but Bobby didn’t let up for a second. > “F-f-fine! D-do what you want to me, b-but leave her alone…!” Bobby cried. Right now, his own well-being was the furthest thing from his mind; he wasn’t about to let anyone else get hurt for HIS sake. He threw rock after rock, not stopping until his supply had run out… and then, the look of determination slipped from his face as fast as it had come as the two furious boys glared at him with murderous intent. “…Uh… uh oh…” > “GET ‘IM,” Hayden barked. Bobby screamed in fear as Andy charged him; he narrowly avoided the boy’s grasp as he hopped back on his bike and pedaled off as fast as he could. “Get back here, you little turd!” The bullies had seemingly forgotten about Gwen entirely… she remained on the ground in stunned silence as the bullies ran off after Bobby and, soon, disappeared from her sight as they rounded a corner. > Gwen got to her feet and dusted herself off. Her back was a bit sore from where Andy’s knee had pressed into her, but other that she was unharmed… shaken, but unharmed. Save for her pride, of course.

> Once her nerves had settled down, it occurred to Gwen that she had no idea what, exactly, she was supposed to do now. Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to consider that long as Bobby suddenly screeched to a stop beside her, apparently having come down the same road that had led them here in the first place. > “B-Bobby?!” She gasped. “You’re-“ > “G-get on…!” Bobby stammered, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. Gwen nodded and climbed on behind him, barely able to hug the boy’s waist before he sped off again. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Hayden and Andy were still on their tail, though they’d fallen behind quite a ways. She yelped, squeezing Bobby tighter as he made a sharp turn down an alleyway. Bobby darted and weaved through the streets, between buildings, around every corner he could find as he fled his bullies. Soon, Gwen could feel them slowing to a stop. She opened her eyes to find that they were in the park… the same park where she’d originally ‘asked him out’, in fact. Bobby was slumped over the handlebars, dripping with sweat and struggling to stay standing. > “H-hey… yo, Bobblehead. You good?” She asked. > “Y-y-yeah…” Bobby gasped. “A-are they gone…?” Gwen looked behind them, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. > “…Think you gave ‘em the slip,” She said, before glancing over at the exhausted Bobby. “You, ah… SURE you’re okay, though? You were gunnin’ pretty hard back there.” The boy nodded weakly, waving her off as he unsteadily dismounted the bike. > “I-I’ll be fine, just gotta… sit down…” Bobby staggered over to a nearby bench and slumped down into it, breathing a long sigh of relief. Gwen frowned, leaning the bike against a tree before joining him. “Are… are YOU okay…?” > “Yeah, I’m fine.” She grumbled as she sat down. “I had it under control, y’know.” > “...No you didn’t,” Bobby said plainly. > “I woulda figured somethin’ out, then.” Gwen huffed, crossing her arms. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.” > “B-but you’re younger than-“ > “I’m just sayin’, I don’t… I don’t want nobody stickin’ their neck out for me like that.” She said quietly. Bobby frowned and glanced over at her. > “Neither do I, but… YOU did, for me.” He reminded her. Gwen’s brow furrowed slightly. > “…I just don’t like guys like that, I guess.” She said with a shrug. “Besides, ain’t like you was gonna stick up for yourself.” > “Still… th-they’re my problem. Nobody else’s…” Bobby muttered. > “So do somethin’ ‘bout it. You stood up for me, why not for you too?” The girl asked. Bobby’s face scrunched up in thought; finally, he sighed and shook his head. > “…I don’t know,” He admitted. “I-I just… didn’t want you getting h-hurt because of me. I can’t do much, but… i-if someone’s in trouble I should do SOMETHING, right…?”  Gwen pursed her lips, glancing over at the quiet boy beside her. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized that he was far from the coward she’d had him pegged as. Meek, timid, perhaps even a bit neurotic… but cowardly? No… he was more like Lemy than perhaps even he knew. > “Well, hey… it was still pretty cool.” She said with a smirk, giving the boy a playful punch on the arm. “What ya did back there, I mean. Y’did good, Bobblehead.” Bobby averted his eyes, smiling sheepishly. > “…You, too.” He muttered, before awkwardly clearing his throat and getting to his feet. “A-anyway… sorry about all this. S-should we go…?” He asked, offering his hand to Gwen. The girl looked at his hand for a moment, then up to his gentle face. She chuckled and took his hand, letting him pull her to her feet.

> “Y’know… whadda ya say we forget the movie?” Gwen offered. “Probably already started by now, anyway.” Bobby blinked. > “Um… a-are you sure…?” He asked. “I-it’s not far from here, so if we left now-“ > “It’s fine… honestly, I didn’t really wanna see it in the first place.” She said with a shrug. It wasn’t a lie; as usual, her sole reason for going was that Lemy and Lina were going to be there. > But, for some reason… it didn’t seem all that important right now. > “Tell ya what. How ‘bout we hit the Burpin’ Burger? My treat.” > “Uh… s-sure…!” Bobby said, trying his best to hide the excitement in his voice. He never HAD been one to turn down a free burger, after all. Besides, all that pedaling had worked up an appetite. > “Figured you’d be down.” The boy walked his bike back onto the trail and climbed on, Gwen once again sitting behind him and holding him around his midsection. “And afterwards, howsabout I teach ya a thing or two about fightin’?” > “…I-I’m not like that, Gwen.” Bobby said as he set off. “I don’t want to fight anyone....” > “Oh, stop bein’ such a goody-two shoes,” Gwen groaned, rolling her eyes. “Besides, after that little stunt ya pulled, I don’t think you’re gonna have much of a choice.” Bobby swallowed, the color draining from his face in an instant. > “…O-oh… r-r-right…”

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31-47 for ninida, lazlo(was it lazlo, call me out of i wrote it wrong) aand max?

add an s and make it laszlo and you’re golden! (it’s actually laszlowaria but ain’t nobody got time for that)

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

Ninida drinks somewhat, not much, rarely to the point of being hammered but tipsy maybe once a week or so. He’s a lot more jovial and affectionate when drunk, likes hugs, will pet your hair if you have it, laughs and is just a general good sport. Complete opposite when hungover, just leave him into his blanket burrito to recover. Will growl if someone comes too close. Kinda exasperated if people are drunk or hungover around him, complains about it, but if it’s a friend he’ll help in whatever way needed.

Laszlo can drink you under the table, he’s a regular in a local bar when not on duty and has a pocket flask for when he is. Never hammered during working hours but a little tipsy maybe, only blackout drunk if knows he has no duties. Even more out of it when drunk, somehow falls off the floor. His stories have no end, rambles in circles until he passes out, stories may or may not be true at all. Quietly looks after drunk and hungover people by making sure they aren’t in immediate danger, otherwise stays out of it.

Max can drink more than you’d think, she’s short but also has a pretty good resistance… might have drank a tad too much at parties when she was younger. Very rarely gets drunk anymore. Louder and more emotional in every way when drunk, laughs one second, cries the next, gets angry immediately. A mother hen when others get drunk, as a bartender she’s pretty good at spotting when people have had too much.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

Ninida doesn’t care about makeup or fashion, just skincare sometimes and the functionality of the clothes (as long as he can show his arms). Lots of pockets, a bulletproof vest under the hoodie. Gloves are cosmetic. Sleeps with sweatpants or underwear on.

Laszlo is colourblind and mostly wears black, puts comfort and functionality over looks, but with a thotty twist. His hair he keeps just long enough to tie up, otherwise his nose and medusa piercings are the most he’s done for his looks. He mainly wears the catsuit given by his boss, otherwise it’s capri pants and t-shirts that don’t get stuck on his shin and forearm spikes. Sleeps with a t-shirt and underwear.

Max takes clothing very seriously, orders mainly online from specific goth brands that carry her size, has outfits planned. Makeup is a second job to her and barely ever steps out the house without it, also makes sure her hair is in ship-shape. Very looks-oriented.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

Just… boxers, comfy

Boxers mainly, sometimes backwards, sometimes he forgets

Comfy panties, cute to give confidence but nothing that chafes, she’s on her feet a lot as bartender. Has a bunch of lacy ones for sure.

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

He’s typical for a nedian, some 172 cm maybe, slim, a bit less muscular than many others but not too bad of a twink. He’s okay with how he looks, women are the more beefy ones anyways

Around 180 cm, a little over maybe, thicc as a tree trunk. Typical strong arms and thighs for climbing but also some belly fat and love handles to spare. Just an absolute unit and he’s pleased with that

Max is short, some 155 cm and fat. She’s lost a little weight with a diet change to homecooked scheduled meals, but she’s still fat, and she’s completely fine with this and looks bomb as hell

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

He doesn’t really feel guilty about the things he does for fun, doesn’t feel the need to. Though in the end cheating on his wife dipped from “guilty pleasure” to “complete douchebaggery”

He doesn’t have enough braincells to feel guilty, dude was a police officer corrupt as they can be once upon a time. Maybe drinking on the job is a bit of a guilty pleasure but hey, he’s got good tolerance and not enough booze in his flask to get him too messed up.

Buying new makeup and clothes can be a bit of a guilty pleasure, but she neeeeds them. Using them and making herself look glam is something she feels no guilt about though, yes she might look a lil over the top but so what? It’s her style and she likes it

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

Can design and build guns like the best of ‘em, it’s a hobby and a job, as well as testing the guns out at a firing range. Can’t sing at goddamn all

An excellent marksman and slick as hell, can talk himself out of pretty much any problem. Knows where to find a connection and how to utilize it to end up on top. On his free time he likes to play cards, hang out in a bar, snoop around casually, maybe find someone to share his bed for the night, who knows. Not a singer.

She’s got great style and impeccable makeup skills, somewhat artistic too but those are just some flower doodles. Enjoys making videos and makeup tutorials, cooking, hanging out with friends. Can hold a tune but mainly just hums.

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?

He can pour over technical manuals, likes comics, longer novels get boring. A pretty fast reader though, has no interest in poetry.

A bit of a slow reader and prefers bigger text for his eyesight, has a hard time concentrating on longer text so he doesn’t really read books. Alternatively he does enjoy poetry and comics since there’s less to read.

Enjoys reading, usually fiction, crime novels and horror, sometimes romance. Enjoys poetry a lot, especially of the gothic kind.

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

Admires tenacity and skill, never giving up despite struggles is inspiring. Wishes he could demand respect and earn it in a way people like Mhairi do, he feels like a bit of a little fish still (esp. compared to dad)

He can respect honesty, positivity and tenacity, even if it’s someone trying to catch him. Also appreciates patience because he knows he can be a bit of a mess. Being able to focus better would be nice.

Max appreciates honesty and open-mindedness, you can be blunt with your honesty, just don’t be mean, and be open to other views and facts than your own. She’s always looking to improve, if anything specific then just not being so hot-headed herself

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?

Texts and emails are so much easier.

He won’t remember what he wrote on a letter so messages and emails work best

Loves an old-fashioned wax-sealed love letter as much as any dramatic hoe but obviously texts and emails work the best

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

Too much soda and energy drinks, a caffeine fiend. Could probably stay up without if the weather is warm but still drinks his Red Bull

Mostly drinks alcohol or just water, he stays up long whiles with no help.

Likes her coffee, but mainly just a cup in the morning and an extravagant Starbucks drink during the day, maybe one in the evening. Might have something sweet during shifts at the bar, just for a little kick.

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

Hetero/demisexual, primarily an ass man, but a tight bod in general is a sight to see. Hair is nice to touch. Mentally likes tough women who know what they want and know to demand it, likes brains as much as butts. Needs affection and love and dedication, he’s serious about this shit

Bisexual, doesn’t really have a preference, maybe leans more towards thicc guys and gals, prefers a chubby belly over washboard abs. Mentally just be interesting, keep his attention, share views, not super into uptight nerdy scholar types. Needs attention, love and for the other one to take initiative for him to show love back, for now kinda casual about relationships because he tends to go too serious too quick and end up hurt

Bisexual, likes tough girls and cute boys, chubby people, stronk and soft, sparkly like she is, similar views and attitudes, not interested in super shy and quiet people who don’t like going out or don’t hype her up.

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

His main goal is to blow up beat Vim in the market, his feelings are hurt and feels like his old man’s time has passed, no familial feelings anymore after the stunt Vim pulled, now it’s just rivalry. Kinda sacrificed a relationship to have the family he wanted, too.

Right now he’s just seeing if this sticks, so far he’s enjoyed captaining the Vandal and maybe even dipping his toesies back into corrupting law enforcement… this time being the one corrupting, not the one corrupted

Her ambitions are to make the makeup channel a full-time job and quit bartending, can eventually do that and make bank from being an influencer while also being a mom.

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

Not religious really, just tiny remnants of the kind of voodoo-type religion most common in where he’s from. Biggest thing religion-wise are the beads he got from his mom he keeps in his pocket, it’s more sentimental than that he actually believes in higher powers. Has no opinion about believers or non-believers unless they try to tell him how to think in which case he gets pissed

His people are generally atheistic, not religious at all himself, kinda finds it odd. But it’s none of his business, just keep it to yourself thank you. Will listen to stories though.

Not particularly religious, wears some religious stuff as part of her style but doesn’t really follow anything herself. Keep it to yourself.

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

Summer, he thrives in warm and humid. Active and happy during warm months. Hates the cold, gets drowsy, outside gets janky and eventually freezes entirely. Whines about cold.

Used to mild, medium weather, very dry, was baffled about rain and clouds. Appreciates the lack of dust outside his homeland. Summer tends to get hot, winter is too cold, not a fan of snow, likes rain. Likes fall.

Loves the fall, pumpkin spice, Halloween, spooky times. Manages heat well, hates sleet and snow but has good jackets to stay warm. Now if just her boots wouldn’t get so dirty.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

Depends greatly, he might be a whiny brat to some, a genius to some. He has been knocked down enough pegs to make him a bit humbler than he’d be otherwise, but he’s still an eager little man trying to become something great at any cost

He’s very much not welcome in his homeland, kind of an outsider everywhere else, his people aren’t so often seen. He’s just chilling and he has his talents, he’s a bit of an enigma to others, a horrible criminal to some and a disaster to his crew

Some may think she’s just a fat bitch, those are people she hasn’t allowed to bully her, others think she’s a role model. She’s a great friend and a mom, too.

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

He’s a bit awkward but he’s that in general, got more gun skills than people skills, which is pretty noticeable. He’ll shake your hand and say his name and what ship he’s from.

There’s something off, the handshake is firm but he might just forget to actually say his name or what ship he captains/who he works for, in general he seems… capable? If a bit scatterbrained.

Shakes your hand, smiles, introduces herself, she immediately feels like a pleasant person.

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

Doesn’t feel at all home in fancier events, doesn’t like dressing up formally, even if nedians don’t do black ties. Avoids fancy chitchat and events and maybe just raids the snack bar and bails.

Pretty at home actually, doesn’t particularly like formal wear but he’s used to wearing it, slips out from one conversation and into another without internalizing any of it or adding anything of substance. Gets tipsy and eats a bunch, just wanders around, gets stuck staring at a curtain for half an hour,

Likes dressing up but prefers a bit more casual parties, like dinners, not as formal. Loves to talk and have a drink and compliment ladies on their clothes.

[arysafics]

Dreams

Rated E, ~3,900 words

Summary:  Bellamy is home from college for the summer, and it's both a blessing and a curse that his gorgoues step sister, Clarke, wants to spend time with him. Written for the 2019 kink meme.

Bellamy wakes up to a body landing on top of him, jolting him out of his dream, which he’s pretty sure was just about to get dirty. He groans, opening his eyes one at a time to find out who his small but violent attacker is. Ah, the subject of his dream. His stepsister, Clarke. He should have guessed.

“Wake up,” she says, grinning. She’s got him pinned to the bed, her legs straddling him, wearing a flimsy little nightie and, quite clearly, no bra. He’s only wearing a pair of boxers himself, and he’s just thankful there’s a nice thick duvet separating the two of them.

Bellamy squeezes his eyes shut, and when he opens them again, he makes sure he’s looking at her face.

“What time is it?” he groans. He’d gotten in late last night, after the long drive home from college. His mom had been up to greet him but Jake and Clarke were both in bed asleep. Aurora had made them go to bed, since it was going to be after one by the time Bellamy got home.

“It’s just before seven,” Clarke tells him.

“Why?” Bellamy whines.

“You should have woken me up when you got home last night, so I’m waking you up now.”

“God, you’re such a brat,” Bellamy huffs.

“You know you love me.”

He does love her, that’s no question. He’s sure he’d let her get away with pretty much anything, although that hasn’t always been the case. He was fourteen when his mom married Clarke’s dad, and gaining a twelve-year-old sister was probably the worst thing he could have imagined. Clarke hated him too, and they spent most of their time getting each other and themselves into trouble.

But they grew close in the six years that followed, and now Bellamy can’t imagine his life without her. So yeah, he definitely loves her. Sometimes he’s sure he loves her like a sister, like he’s supposed to. Other times… his eyes fall to her protruding nipples, and his cock twitches. The dream she’d woken him up from isn’t exactly an anomaly either. And he’s pretty sure most brothers aren’t using their sister as their go-to wanking material.

Worried she’ll guess what he’s thinking, Bellamy moves quickly flipping her over so she’s the one on her back, and tickling her sides. Clarke dissolves into giggles, squirming underneath him, trying to bat his hands away. They’re probably too old for this now, but Bellamy can’t help himself. He loves to hear her laugh, and he loves to see her squirm. He especially loves the way her huge tits jiggle with every movement.

Her nightie rides up her thighs and Bellamy’s heart speeds up, sure he’s going to get a glimpse of her panties. But Clarke quickly grabs the hem and pulls it down.

“Bell, stop,” she says, still laughing. “Oh my god, stop, I’m not wearing anything underneath! You’ll see my pussy!”

Bellamy stops, his face growing hot, his semi-hard cock jumping to full attention. He pulls away quickly, putting an acceptable distance between him and Clarke.

“Sorry,” he says. He doesn’t know what else to say. The only other things going through his brain are god please show me your pussy and what kind of tease comes into her stepbrother’s room wearing only a scrap of silk and no underwear? Both options seem less than appropriate.  

Clarke sits up, her own face redder than he’s ever seen it. “I should go and get dressed,” she says. “I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast, big brother.”

With two words, she puts him in his place, reminding him of why he can never have her, no matter how much he wants her. Sure, biologically they aren’t really related. But in every other sense of the word, they’re siblings. They grew up together like siblings. Their parents expect them to behave like siblings.

If Clarke knew the things he thinks about her, she’d probably be scandalised. She’d think he was a disgusting pervert, lusting after his stepsister like that. It’s not her fault she grew into the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. But then again, Bellamy also can’t help it if he gets hard every time he so much as thinks about her.

After she’s gone, Bellamy throws himself back onto his bed, covering his face with his hands. God, it’s so much easier to pretend when he’s away at college. Yes, he still gets hard when she’s talking to him on the phone, but he can pretend it’s because of external factors, and not her husky voice sounding like some kind of phone sex operator. And as soon as she hangs up, he can distract himself with some other woman.  

But here, she’s in his orbit at all times. She usually walks around the house in barely any clothing, teasing him, whether she knows it or not. It’s absolute torture. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get through three months of this before he goes back to college.

His cock throbs painfully. He tells himself he’s not going to masturbate over his little sister. He’s not an animal, he can control his urges. But another voice in his head reminds him that they aren’t actually siblings, and that there’s nothing wrong with finding her attractive. Nothing wrong with getting himself off to the thought of her writhing around in his bed.

He looks to the door, making sure it’s shut. Then he sneaks his hand into his boxers, letting his fist close around his aching cock. He leaves his boxers on, just in case Clarke decides to come barging back into his room. He strokes himself slowly, letting himself imagine what would have happened if Clarke hadn’t made him stop tickling her. If she hadn’t noticed her nightie riding up, and she’d exposed herself to him. God, he wants to see her pussy so bad. He wants to touch her there, taste her, push his cock inside her and fuck her senseless. She could do with a good fucking, he thinks.

Bellamy picks up the pace, continuing to fantasise about fucking her while she’s wearing nothing but that nightie. He imagines ripping the flimsy thing to pieces so he can see her tits bounce as he fucks her. He imagines getting his mouth on her pretty pink nipples, sucking so hard she cries out. He imagines her begging him to let her come, and then begging him to fill her with his come. When he comes into his boxers, he imagines he’s coming inside her, that his hand clenching around his cock is her pussy, though he knows his rough hand could never compare to her soft wet cunt.

He feels ashamed of himself for a moment, lying on his bed, panting, his boxers full of his own come. He gets up, peels them off and throws them into his laundry basket, before heading towards the shower, where he knows he’ll probably get himself off again.

  Bellamy has organised to catch up with some of his old high school friends that night. Clarke gets all sulky when he tells her he’s going out.

“I thought you were going to be home, otherwise I would have organised to do something as well,” she says, pouting. They’re in her bedroom, which is weird for him. He can’t remember the last time he was in here. He’s avoided being in her room ever since he first realised he had a thing for her. Three years.

“I thought you’d be sick of me by now,” Bellamy jokes. They’ve already hung out together all day. Mostly binge-watching Clarke’s new favourite show, her legs across his lap, wearing a crop top and a tiny pair of shorts, while he tried not to touch her too much or stare at her very noticeable camel toe. If he doesn’t get away from her for a few hours he thinks his dick might actually become permanently erect.

“Are you sick of me? Is that why you’re going out?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Bellamy says. “It’s just one night. You and I have all summer to hang out.”

Clarke doesn’t seem in any way placated by this information. Bellamy loves that she wants to spend time with him, he really does. She makes him feel wanted, more wanted than anyone, even his own mother, has ever made him feel. But he really needs to let off some steam if he’s going to be around her all summer.

He thinks one of his friends from high school, Roma, might be down for some action this summer, no strings attached. Exactly what Bellamy needs.

“You could invite some friends over,” Bellamy suggests. “Mom and Jake are out, so you’ll have the whole place to yourself.”

Clarke sighs. “Maybe.”

“Don’t be mad at me,” he says.

“I’m not mad.”

She lets him pull her into a hug, stiff for a moment before she melts into him. He loves the way her breasts feel, pressed against his chest. He pulls away. Over her shoulder, he notices the large teddy bear lying on her bed, one he’d given her years ago after he won it on some game at a carnival. He grins, walking over to it.

“You still have this?” he asks, picking it up off the bed. It’s a little worse for wear now, the once pure white fur is yellowing, and it’s missing an eye. It looks well loved. He taps its little plastic nose. “Isn’t eighteen a little old to be sleeping with a teddy bear?”

“It’s comforting,” Clarke says defensively, grabbing the bear’s arm and pulling it from Bellamy’s grasp. She does seem a little embarrassed about it though. Bellamy thinks it’s cute. He likes that she still sleeps with something he gave her, that she finds it comforting.

“Okay,” he says. “I didn’t mean to judge. I’ll see you later. Tomorrow, maybe. I might stay at Miller’s.”

“Fine.”

Bellamy rolls his eyes at her before he leaves. She can be exasperating sometimes.

  The truth is, Bellamy’s high school friends are less fun than he remembers. Sure, it’s great to catch up with them, but he’s ready to go home by nine-thirty. And even though Roma seems keen, Bellamy can’t bring himself to go through with it. So he heads home. Clarke will probably still be up, and he kind of really wants to know what happens next in that show they’ve been watching.

When he gets home, he’s disappointed to find the lights downstairs are all off, and he figures Clarke either went to bed early or found something better to do than sit home alone all night. He heads straight to his room, intending to maybe read a chapter or two of his book before he goes to sleep.

He pauses when he gets to the door of his room. It’s closed, but there’s a sliver of light underneath. Did he forget to turn it off before he went out? He puts his hand on the door handle, and as he’s about to turn it, he hears a moan. His stomach flips over. Clarke. She’s in his room. Moaning.

He debates with himself whether to go in or leave. Is she alone? Was that a sex moan or a something else moan? And most importantly, why is she in his room? He has to know. He swings the door open. He’s so not prepared for the vision in front of him.

Clarke, naked from the waist up, on his bed, her eyes closed and her mouth open. He manages to tear his eyes from her naked, bouncing tits to trail down her body. Between her legs is that fucking teddy bear. She’s humping it desperately, it’s plastic nose against her clit. Her pussy is hidden by a pair of boxers. His boxers, he realises, and he almost has a heart attack. He stares at her a little longer, watching as she fucks herself on the bear. Then it hits him. Those aren’t just any pair of his boxers. It’s the pair he was wearing this morning, the pair he came in and then threw in the laundry basket.

God, he thought she was so sweet and innocent, at least when it came to sex. But now he’s watching her masturbate using a teddy bear he gave her, on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of his dirty, come-stained boxers. She’s filthier than he could have imagined. His heart is racing and his cock presses painfully against his zipper. He should probably either leave, or alert her to his presence, but he can’t seem to tear his eyes away.  

She moans again, pressing herself harder against the bear’s face. “Bellamy,” she moans, and his stomach drops, thinking for a moment she’s realised he’s standing there. But no, she’s still focused on fucking herself, whining, her face contorted in desperation. She’s thinking of him. Bellamy feels like he can’t breathe. It takes all his self-control not to go over there, wrench the bear from between her legs and replace it with his cock.  But he has to see her finish.

She gasps for air, dropping her head, still grinding her pussy down on the bear with an urgency that let him know how desperate she is to come. But it seems like she can’t quite get there.

“Please, please,” she whines, echoing Bellamy’s thoughts. He wants to watch her come so badly. Needs to see what her face looks like when she orgasms, knowing all the while she’s thinking about him.

She opens her eyes. Her gaze falls on Bellamy and her eyes widen, panicked.

“Oh my god,” she cries. Her arm flies across her chest, trying to hide her tits from him, as if he hasn’t been watching them bounce up and down for the last five minutes. “Oh my god, oh my god.” She turns away, rolling off the bear and onto her stomach, hiding her bright red face from him by pressing it into his pillow. “Don’t look at me!”

Bellamy steps into the room and shuts the door behind him. “Why not?”

Clarke groans. “You aren’t supposed to see me like this. You’re my brother. It’s wrong.” Her voice is muffled by the pillow. She’s clearly totally humiliated by him catching her.

Bellamy walks over to the bed and sits down beside her. “And yet you were thinking about me, weren’t you?”

Clarke doesn’t respond, just squirms with embarrassment. Bellamy’s eyes rake over her. He can’t really see anything he’s not supposed to, now her tits are hidden from his view. But she’s left a nice big wet patch on his boxers. She really is soaking. Does she know she’s sitting in his dried come? Surely she must. She’s not that naïve.

“Clarke, look at me,” Bellamy says softly. Clarke reluctantly turns her head towards him. Her face is still a brilliant red, and she looks like she might actually cry. “I’m not mad or freaked out and I’m definitely not laughing at you, okay?”

Clarke nods. “How long were you there?”

“A while.” Bellamy reaches for the bear. “So that’s what you use this for, huh? You use it to get yourself off?”

Clarke nods again. “I named it after you.”

Bellamy flushes. Fucking hell. Knowing she wants him too, it’s a lot to handle. He knows he absolutely should not fuck his step-sister. But he can tell she wants so badly to be fucked, and by him.

“How often?”

“I don’t use the bear that often,” Clarke whispers. “It feels really good because it feels wrong to do that to a toy you gave me, but…” she trails off, squeezing her eyes shut, like she can’t believe she’s telling him this. Bellamy swallows.

“And how come you’re in my room?”

Clarke won’t look at him as she answers. “I was just going to sleep in your bed,” she says. “Sometimes I do that when you’re not here. And I knew it would smell like you because you just slept in it last night.”

“And then… you went through my laundry?” Bellamy asks, reaching out to finger the bottom of his boxers.

“They were just sitting there on top,” Clarke says. “And I couldn’t help myself.”

“I came in them this morning,” Bellamy tells her. Just in case she doesn’t know.

“I know,” she whispers. “I—I wanted your come. I think about you coming inside me all the time.” Bellamy just about combusts when she says that. She’s so fucking filthy he can’t stand it. “I like knowing you got yourself off in here this morning. I was pretending you thought about me when you came.” She buries her head in the pillow again. “I’m really sorry, I know I shouldn’t think about you like that. I’ll stop, I swear—”

“Clarke,” Bellamy says hoarsely. “I was thinking about you.” He can hardly believe she doesn’t know this already. Otherwise, why confess all that stuff?

She turns back to him. “You were?”

Bellamy huffs out a laugh. “God, yes. Clarke, you were in my bed wearing no panties. It’s all I could think about for the rest of the morning. You’re all I ever think about. For years. You have no idea how much self-control it takes for me not to touch you inappropriately. Fucking hell, I nearly died when I saw you tonight, in my boxers, humping that teddy. And when I heard you say my name…” He groans, dropping his head down. His cock is throbbing. He wants her to know what she does to him.

“Bell,” Clarke whimpers. “I was so close, I—”

“I know,” he swallows. Clarke bites her lip. He knows what she wants. It’s what he wants. She rolls over onto her back, putting her tits on display for him. She watches him, looking sultry, as she slides her hand down the front of his come-stained boxers. Fucking hell. She’s even more brazen now that she knows he wants her too.

“That’s it,” Bellamy says, unable to help himself. “Play with your clit, baby. You were so close before. Come on, faster.” Clarke fingers herself rapidly, quickly working herself up to where she was before, panting, desperate, ready to come.

“Come on, Clarke, just a little more,” Bellamy says. “You’re nearly there. Does it feel good?”

“Uh huh.”

“I love watching you play with yourself,” Bellamy continues. “You look so pretty like this, all flushed and desperate. Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

“Yes. Oh god, yes,” Clarke moans. Her hand stills, clutching her pussy as she comes, arching off the bed, her mouth open as she comes almost silently. “Bell,” she gasps. “That was so good.”

He can’t help himself then, she looks so beautiful post orgasm, half-naked in his bed. He leans down to capture her lips with his, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. She moans into his mouth, and he slips his tongue into her open mouth while his hands grip her waist tightly. She clings to his neck, pulls him closer, letting him devour her, kissing him back just as hard. Bellamy pulls away, breathless.

“You’re not done, are you?”

Clarke shakes her head.

“I’m so fucking hard, Clarke. I need to fuck you. Can I fuck you?”

“Please,” she says. Bellamy’s hands shake as he pulls his shirt over his head. Clarke reaches for his chest, tracing her fingers over the hard planes of his torso while Bellamy fumbles with his belt and fly. He sheds his pants, and Clarke’s fingers trail even lower, over his waistband, circling the tip of his cock through his boxers. His breath hitches, and he swears he nearly comes right then, with her touching him so gently.

She tugs on his boxers and he helps her get them off, revealing his erection. Her eyes are heavy on his cock, but she glances up to meet his eyes as she runs her finger along the underside, making him shudder.

“You’re so big,” Clarke murmurs. “I imagined you’d be big.”

“Yeah? Doesn’t scare you?”

Clarke shakes her head. “I want you inside me.”

“God, Clarke,” Bellamy groans. He leans down to kiss her again. He reaches between her legs, slipping his hand into the boxers she’s wearing to feel her soaking cunt. Clarke whimpers as he presses a finger into her. She drags the boxers down her thighs, wriggling out of them until they reach her knees, where Bellamy catches her wrist.

“Leave them there,” he growls. Clarke nods. Bellamy bring his lips to her neck, on top of her now, his hand back between her legs. But she’s wet enough already, and she’s already come once, and he doesn’t think he can wait any longer to put his cock in her. Clarke seems just as impatient, reaching for his cock, teasing him with her fingers. She spreads her legs as wide as she can with the boxers around her knees. Bellamy removes his fingers from her cunt, pressing his cock against her instead. And fuck, he’s so close to fucking her.

Clarke moans as he enters her. She’s so fucking wet, and her tight walls feel amazing clenching around his thick cock.

“Fuck, Clarke,” Bellamy groans. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know,” Clarke says, but she thrusts against him, desperate for his cock deeper inside her.

“You feel so fucking good. I don’t know how long I can last.”

“I don’t care. Just fuck me.”

Bellamy can’t resist that. He pushes all the way into her, and she lets out a small whimper.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He pulls out. Slams into her again.

“Fuck,” she gasps. Bellamy can’t hold back any longer. He fucks into her, and she meets him with every thrust, humping against him they way she did with the teddy bear.

“You gonna come again?” Bellamy asks, his voice strained, desperately trying to hold on as long as he can.

“Yes. Just—” Clarke puts her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit while he fucks her. “Yes, Bell. I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Her thighs tremble and she shuts her eyes, and her walls clench around him as she comes, squeezing his own orgasm from him.

“Me too, Clarke,” Bellamy pants. “Fuck. I’m coming inside you.”

“Oh god,” Clarke moans. Bellamy spurts his come into her, satisfying some animalistic need to fill her up with his seed. He tries not to crush her as he falls on top of her, spent. He rolls away from her, their combined come coating his dick. His come leaks from her pussy, and Bellamy feels a pang of sick pride.

“I want to taste it,” Clarke says. She slides her hand between her legs, gathering his come on the tip of her middle finger. Bellamy watches in awe as she brings it to her lips and sucks it into her mouth.

“Fucking hell, Clarke. Are you trying to kill me?”

“Maybe,” she smirks. “You taste so good. Want to try?”

“God, you’re so depraved,” Bellamy says. Clarke laughs.

“What about you? You just fucked your own sister.”

“You’re not my sister.”

“I was your sister this morning,” Clarke smirks.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Good.” Clarke leans over, sinking her teeth into his bottom lip. “I’m keeping your boxers, by the way.”

[oohfluffy]

LMN Ch.18 | OSH

Group: EXO

Member: Oh Sehun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | Writer!AU | Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 2,102

✎ Chapter 18: For Now ✎

Sehun pushed her to his bed and started undoing his pants with blank eyes. He's trying to feel something while watching how the girl lay on his bed with too less clothing.

But he can't.

"Sehun-ah." The girl bit her lower lip seductively as she watched Sehun undress in front of her, not knowing he's not getting up whatever she does.

"Strip."

With that short command, the girl hurriedly threw her clothes away before sitting up straight with a smirk. Sehun licked his drying lips as he hovered over her, feeding the excitement boiling in the girl's stomach.

"Kiss me, Sehun." The girl whined as she tugged on Sehun's boxers, fingers getting lower as they slightly touch the huge bump being covered by it

And he did.

The room was getting intense and hot but Sehun didn't feel the same.

Her hands were all over his broad back, biceps and well-built abdominal muscles but he didn't feel anything.

He's not getting turned on by her suggestive touches.

Sehun wondered if ever something's wrong with his hormones right now.

There isn't.

But all he can think of right now is just you.

The girl slipped her tongue inside Sehun's gaping mouth and took the opportunity to dominate over him. Sehun's eyes slowly drifted to his window, ignoring the girl's advances.

Noona.

He pulled away from the girl and suddenly found her annoying like a fly.

"S-Sehun? Why?"

"You're annoying. Get out." Sehun pulled back his pants up and buttoned it as he walked to his window, still half-naked.

"But we were just start—"

"I said get out. Your choice if you're gonna put your clothes back on or run out naked." Sehun grabbed his phone on the bedside table and opened his contacts.

"Y-You're a jerk!" The girl shrieked, making Sehun cringe, before quickly wearing her clothes and running out like a witch.

"Yeah, I've been told." Sehun mumbled as he deleted another contact from his phone. He scrolled over the names of girls that he calls for pleasure. He marked them all and deleted them, only leaving his mother's, father's, Chanyeol's and some of his friends' numbers.

He put down his phone on the bedside table and leaned his side on the wall, eyes on your window.

"She's probably reviewing her story or talking to her childhood friend." Sehun groaned as he slightly pouted, thinking he's being forgotten right now.

"Urgh. I can't even help myself if I don't think about her!" Sehun glanced at his pants and saw the bulge growing, being restrained by the clothing. "Now, I'm being turned on by her without even doing anything."

Sehun ruffled his hair before quickly walking to his bathroom to do his business with you in his mind.

"Fuck."

Sucks being a pervert.

You pulled up your window and saw that Sehun's awake already, seeing his bed being undone and messy. You rolled your eyes as you thought that he's such a messy person.

"Time to continue working." You mumbled as you sat back down on your swivel chair.

You just ate a little snack downstairs since you got hungry earlier, bringing a cup of chocolate with you. Chanyeol went out for his part-time job at convenience store. You even questioned him endlessly if he was really going there and he promised he was. You believed him since he doesn't look like he's lying this time.

I wonder when will he tell me his secret?

Chanhee was out with her friends too, probably roaming around Myeongdong streets. Your mother went to the grocery too, despite your complaints and disapproval. While your father got to work in the hospital as usual.

Now, you're alone at home and working.

How fun.

You pushed your glasses up as your eyes scanned the words in the screen of your laptop. Your hand reached for you cup of chocolate on the desk but touched a flat and smooth material instead.

You looked away from your laptop and trailed your eyes towards where your other hand was.

"Didn't I put it back in the drawer?" You mumbled as you grabbed the little notebook.

| "Dear Diary" |

"Well, I've written my entry yesterday. I think I forgot to put it back." You said as you opened it and let your hand caress the smooth pages. Your neat handwriting inked on the paper, long entries were written on every page. You smiled as you closed it again and put it aside. "I'll write later."

You glanced at the window next to yours and still saw the bed empty.

"Did he go out?" You mumbled silently as you glared at his window. "Not my business." You shook your head before going back to work.

Hours passed by and everyone got home.

"Noona!"

You almost had a countdown for Chanyeol's appearance and there he is.

"I've got you ice cream!" He exclaimed as he raised his hand which holds a white plastic. You giggled at his childish act and reach for it.

"Thanks, Yeol. How's work?"

"Boring as usual. Jinyoung was glad to have me back too!" Chanyeol grinned as he took out another ice cream cone. You unwrapped yours and started devouring the snack.

"Have you back? Have you stopped working there?" You asked with a frown, causing Chanyeol to widen his eyes and back away.

"I-I haven't, I just took a break when I was working with my project with a friend. So, Jinyoung took my shifts. I just had a short vacation, yeah." Chanyeol nodded to himself, a sign that he's actually convincing not you but himself.

You would've questioned him more but you just nodded and turned back to your laptop.

"Okay then. Thanks for the ice cream."

Chanyeol sighed as he hummed in reply and walked out of your room. As the door closed, you leaned your back on the chair and stared at the ice cream in your hand.

"When will he tell me?"

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"Why is he here again?" Sehun growled lowly as he glared at the newcomer, who's currently wrapping his arms around you as you welcome him.

"Hyung's a childhood friend who went away for years. Of course, he'll visit as often as he can!" Chanyeol incredulously said as he frowned at his best friend. "Why do you look like you want to strangle him?"

"I do." Sehun mumbled to himself, luckily not getting heard by Chanyeol.

"He's a good pal."

"Does he know about noona's condition?" Sehun curiously asked as they both watched how you cheerfully chatted with Jungkook at the living room, just a few steps away from the kitchen, where they're hanging out.

"Yep. He knew it because noona told him about it herself as soon as she figured out."

Sehun's heart slightly throbbed in pain as he heard Chanyeol.

So, she told it to him herself? Of course, they've been friends since forever while I just suddenly entered into her life.

Sehun shook his head in annoyance for comparing himself to the childhood friend.

"Actually..." Chanyeol breathed out with a sad smile, gazing at you. "...noona knew about her condition before us."

"What?" Sehun's eyes widened in surprise as he glanced at his best friend.

"She kept it to herself for a month and we just knew about it when she passed out while we were walking at the park on a Sunday." Chanyeol chuckled dryly as Sehun looked back at you with soft eyes. "She didn't tell us because she knew we'll force her to do a surgery and owe some of our pathetic relatives a huge amount of money."

"What's wrong with owing people for the sake of your sister's life?" Sehun's eyebrows furrowed as he asked. "Pathetic relatives?"

"Those people whom I call pathetic is just most of our relatives. Yep, you heard right." Chanyeol nodded as he brought his bottle of water in his mouth. "It's just Uncle Seungri and his family we're close with in father's side. The others are just too distant and arrogant since they all live in golden houses with their fucking pets. Same with mother's family."

Chanyeol put down his bottle and leaned on the counter as he watched you laugh at something Jungkook told you about.

"Noona doesn't want us to kiss their feet for money. She doesn't want us to shame ourselves in front of them for her."

"Have you talked to them though?"

Chanyeol scoffed at Sehun's question before standing up straight and grabbing his bottle.

"Well, I did."

"You did? What did they say?"

"I'm a fucking beggar and I don't even deserve to touch their tall gates."

Sehun flinched at his best friend's stern and disgusted voice. His blood boiled as he imagined those people you call relatives said that to Chanyeol.

"What the hell." Sehun cursed angrily as he watched Chanyeol join you and Jungkook in the living room.

His best friend was laughing out loud as if he didn't tell him how he was stepped on by their pathetic relatives.

Sehun doesn't just feel pity for his best friend and you, he feels anger.

How heartless can humans be.  

"Sehun-ah!"

Your voice was like a beautiful melody that rang through his ears.

Sehun's eyes went to you and instantly caught your smiling eyes.

"Why are you being a loner there? Come here." You smiled as you waved him over. Jungkook was just watching what will the younger one do this time.

"Come on, bro!" Chanyeol exclaimed with a grin, patting the seat next to him.

Sehun was hesitating if he should—

"Sehun-ah." You called out to him again, lips slightly pouting as you thought he's being lonely.

That did it.

Sehun quickly went over to the living room and sat beside Chanyeol. His hands on his lap, back straight and head held up high, just like how a person looks like when they're in a job interview.

"Why so formal?" Chanyeol laughed as he jabbed Sehun's stomach.

"I'm not."

"So, both of you study Architecture?" Jungkook suddenly asked, making Sehun squint his eyes to him.

"Yeah, so?" Sehun replied with an eyebrow raised, causing Chanyeol to cough in surprise and you to gap at him.

"I'm curious about you." Jungkook's lips curled into a smirk, irritating the younger one to the max. "You look like a boy who plays around instead of studying."

"I'm a boy who can play around often after studying, for your information." Sehun smirked back in triumph.

"That's not good, Sehun. You should focus first in studying like a good boy." Jungkook glanced at you. "Right, baby girl?"

You think the cat got your tongue as you felt speechless at their battle of words. You didn't know what to say.

"I can perfectly do both, so why not?" Sehun fired back, not backing down on the older's triggering words.

"You're still in college though. Do you find playing with girls fun?" Jungkook continued as if he didn't feel your hand pinching his back.

"Uhm." Chanyeol looked back and forth to his best friend and Jungkook with a hesitant face.

"That's the point." Sehun grinned but mo humor can be seen in his eyes. "I'm still young, that's why I can do what I can while I am. Unlike when I finish college, I'll probably be drowned in work and not have the time to play. I'll take this opportunity then."

Jungkook's smile dropped at Sehun's words, feeling a battle lost. You took the short silence as the chance to lighten up the mood.

"Uhm, I'll just make something to drink." You said as you stood up, glancing at Sehun, who didn't stop glaring at your childhood friend. "Yeol, open the tv."

Chanyeol quickly followed your order and opened the tv, making noise as it bounce back in the room.

You'd be lying if you say that you haven't noticed Sehun's intense glares at Jungkook. You don't want to assume but you don't find any reason why he would do that.

He doesn't, right?

You shook your head as you grabbed a huge bottle glass and started making an orange juice.

"Need a hand, noona?"

Sehun's deep voice startled you, almost making you drop the sachet with powdered juice.

"I-I can handle this by myself, Sehun." You didn't look back at him and continued putting the powdered juice on the glass with shaking hands.

Sehun just watched closely as your hands tremble, his eyes glimmering as a smile formed on his mouth.

He is happy that he can affect you even just a little bit.

Sehun's contented with that for now.

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❥ Ch.19