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𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺

Soobin vers. | Beomgyu vers.

txt as 5sos songs: you look so perfect.

Summary: yeonjun is a well known, attractive, and respected. you two are total opposites. the last thing that you would expect is for him to take interest in you. first meeting you at a coffee shop, he beomes a regular. constantly coming back to visit, but not just for the iced americanos.

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Tags: nonidol!yj, popular!yj, campuscrush!yj, shy!asocial!reader, total opposites, opposites attract, yeonjun is so sweet and gives lots of reassurance, reader is a little angsty but still a lovely mc!

SMUT! MDNI 18+ only!

Warnings: dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, afab!reader, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering, mating press, creampie, bigdick!yeonjun,this one is more on the vanilla side.

Word count: 5k words

Note: this story contains smut so minors pls DNI! I mean it, if I see you interacting i will be blocking you. hellowwww!! a lot of people really liked the preview so, heres the full thing hehe. i like half assed with the proof read so let me know if i've missed any typos, tags or warnings!! my lovely Taehyun will be after this one :)

happy reading ~

All your life you had been the one in the shadows. There are no major plot points or no “y/n moments” that people would use to describe Wattpad-like events. You weren’t upset about this though, the life you live is content, happy enough.

A normal day-to-day for you consists only of two things, school, and working at the cafe across campus. Your life isn’t appealing to others, but you like how quiet it is. A quiet life with no disturbances, no drama, and no feelings of stress. It's a peculiar feeling to want something that seems so lonely.

The last time you witnessed a major disturbance in your life had to be the event that took place within the confines of your part-time job. Two men were trying to win the heart of a girl. Two attractive men at that. The whole time the three were quarrelling you wondered what it would feel like knowing someone wanted you that bad, that they would fight someone else to have you.

It left an odd taste in your mouth, and a stinging feeling behind your eyes.

“Hey… are you guys still taking orders?” a voice brings you out of your internal tangent. You perk up from the relaxed position you were in. Shamefully, you nod. Not wanting to make eye contact you head towards the register.

“What can I get for you?” you ask, eyes trained on the ordering screen.

“A large iced americano please, that’s all.”

“And the name of the order?” you ask, a stupid question. No one else was in the cafe except you and this random guy. The music feels louder than it usually does, the embarrassment causes your ears to turn red.

“Yeonjun.”

..̇·𓏲 would you wanna run away too?

Yeonjun found himself coming to the cafe across campus more often now. The girl behind the counter piqued his interest, more than anyone he’s ever come across before. The energy you gave off, the fact that you were so shy? He couldn’t get you out of his head. So much so that he caught himself visiting you for his iced americano at least once a day.

Yeonjun was never on the shy side, he had always been popular at school, living a life filled with social interaction. Everyone at school always adored him, not only for his looks but his charming personality. Which only made the fact that not being able to talk to you is a weird, new feeling for him.

As much as he wanted to talk to you, he just didn’t know what to say. Where to start, how the conversation should come about. He was overthinking, and he also felt like it was wrong to only visit the cafe as an excuse to see you, like a stalker, although this is just some innocent crush.

“A large iced americano please,” Yeonjun asks, giving you his sweetest smile. You glance up at him and give a slight nod. He has been coming to the cafe more often lately, you weren’t sure why but you weren’t complaining. A handsome customer becoming a regular was something that caused you to look forward to your shifts.

“Is that all?” you ask, looking up to glance at his features again. Fuck he was so attractive.

“Actually, there’s something else I wanted to ask.” Yeonjun declares, his face covered with a layer of determination. You don’t say anything, the feeling of anticipation bubbling in your stomach. “Can I also get your number?”

Your eyes almost fell out of their sockets. Not in a million years could you have predicted that the handsome regular would ask for your number.

“U-um yeah sure it’s _” you're stuttering, no one ever asked for your number before. Is this the “y/n moment” so many people on the internet talk about?

..̇·𓏲 you look so perfect standing there

As soon as you get home from your shift a notification lights up your screen. It was a foreign feeling to see your phone light up from a notification, let alone a message. Of course, you had friends, but they preferred to hang out in person rather than text.

You already knew who it could be from, your cheeks heating up at the thought, and possibilities of what this notification might contain. Getting ready for bed quickly, you envelope yourself in your comforter. The light from your phone screen lights up your dark room.

unknown number: hey, is this y/n? its yeonjun. from the cafe.

you: Yes this is y/n :)

yeonjun: hi! you got home safely, im glad.

you: Yes I did, and so did you. I’m also glad.

yeonjun: lol ya i hope i didn’t come off too strong earlier. i just want to get to know you more.

you: No you didn’t, Its ok. I didn’t think you would even want my number. It was kind of a surprise.

yeonjun: what ofc i would want your number, i think you’re really pretty. and you make good americanos

you: Thank you, it just wasn’t what i was expecting. Americanos arent rocket science tho, its literally water and espresso lol

yeonjun: yeah ik but they taste so much better when you make them :)

It’s only been a few minutes since you and Yeonjun started talking over text, but your face has already turned into a deep shade of crimson. Throwing your phone across your bed, you shove your face into your pillow letting out a scream. The sound of your feet hitting your bed as you kick them and giggle like a mad woman. As you come back to your senses, you quickly remember that you have yet to reply.

you: You flatter me Yj, you should keep coming back for them if you like them so much.

yeonjun: yj? even my nickname sounds sweeter coming from you, but the Americanos weren’t the only thing i was coming back for.

The smile on your face hurts your cheeks. Never has anyone made you feel like Yeonjun did as he texted you. The blatant flirting and numerous compliments realized how much you were missing out on while living your mundane student life.

It had only been a few hours of texting each other back and forth, but you started to grow fond of the person Yeonjun is. He’s so handsome, not just in the face, but also with the way he carried himself. The impression he gives off is insanely attractive. The way he made you feel wanted, liked, and cherished over the simplest things reeled you in.

..̇·𓏲 your lipstick stain is a work of art

It’s been a few weeks since you and Yeonjun started talking but it has started to become a part of your daily routine. You’ve become accustomed to the many good morning and goodnight texts, the late night Facetime calls, and the blatant flirting from Yeonjun.

He still comes into the cafe daily to grab his iced americano which you look forward to every shift.

“Hey y/n!” a voice coming from the entrance grabs your attention.

You’re working the lunch rush and have been trying to restock the pastries in the glass display. To your dismay they weren’t cooperating with you, leaving you frustrated and tired. A sigh of defeat leaves your lips and you turn your head over to the person calling your name.

It’s him. The one person who makes your whole shift a little better. He looked so good walking through the door. His dark blue hair appeared more vibrant than usual, and the sun was hitting his face in the most heavenly way. Your heart was pumping hard, the flow of blood running to your ears and cheeks.

Yeonjun walks up to you, and you notice someone following close behind him. Your eyes shift between the two of them. Assuming thoughts filling your head quickly.

She is really pretty, you thought.

They walk up to the counter together, laughing about something amongst themselves. It made your heart sink to the floor. The feeling in itself made you want to throw up.

Quickly, you push it aside. You were not wanting your feelings to get in the way of your professionalism, especially at work.

“Oh, hey Yeonjun and friend. What can I get for you guys?” you ask, smiling a little too hard, trying hard to act normal.

“Two americanos pleasee,” he answers, prolonging the ‘please’ with a little pout. If not for your current situation you would’ve found Yeonjun adorable. Your heart can only feel a stinging sensation at the view of the two in front of you.

“Sounds good. They’ll be at the end of the counter for you guys,” you mumbled, not really making eye contact with Yeonjun.

He senses your change in mood but didn’t want to make a fuss with a line slowly forming behind him. It’s the lunch rush after all, so he brushes it off for the time being. Leaving you to work, making a mental note to ask you about it when you’re off.

..̇·𓏲 got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

Your shift felt longer than usual, probably due to the fact that you couldn’t get Yeonjun off your mind. The feeling in your chest still hasn’t subsided. Who are you to feel jealous about him hanging around other girls? Especially knowing that the two of you aren’t even together. With that tidbit of information circling your mind, you felt even more guilt for letting jealousy get the better of you.

Not bothering to even check your phone, you focus on getting home quickly, wanting to take a shower as soon as you got back. Walking down the sidewalk your legs felt like jelly, thankfully you didn’t live that far from work. It was already past sunset and the light summer breeze whistled with every step you took. Five minutes and you’re already standing in front of your building. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you stare up at the brown bricks towering over you, imagining your bed and the comfort it brings you.

As you come closer to your building you see a figure leaning against the wall near the entrance. Your senses are heightened considering there usually aren’t many suspicious people who tend to hang around your building. The distance between you and this stranger has gotten smaller, revealing their identity. All the while your heart drops once again, but in relief.

“Y/n! Hey sorry if I freaked you out. You weren’t answering my texts I thought something bad happened to you.” Yeonjun explained, coming closer to you. His scent fills your senses, calming you down in just a blink of an eye. Thank god it was just him and not some stalker.

“Hi Junnie, sorry I didn’t answer you. I didn’t check my phone after I got off. How do you know where I live?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him, pretending to be suspicious of his actions. Your arms are crossed as you face towards him, his eyes are round as a globe.

“U-uh sorry if I seem like a creep y/n-” he chuckles nervously as he scratches the back of his head “-I asked one of your friends because you usually shoot me text when you’re off work.”

“Oh ok, and no I don’t think your creepy. We’ve known eachother long enough to know these types of things anyways.” You comfort him, patting his back as you tilt your head towards the entrance. Silently asking if he wanted to come upstairs with you.

As if it didn’t exist in the first place, the feeling of jealousy brewing in your stomach disappeared. The only thing left was the warmth Yeonjun brought you, even though your relationship has been undefined. Unlabelled. He felt like a new world you had yet to explore. New experiences that you’re waiting to try. Although he was popular, especially with the women around campus, he was a total green flag.

Yeonjun nods his head, giving you his signature heart stopper smile as you lead him up to your apartment.

The familiar air of the building envelopes you, both of your footsteps echoing as you slowly ascend up the stairs. It wasn’t too long of a trip since you live on the second floor.

A warm hand intertwines with yours, causing the hair on your arms to stand. The chills running through your body like an electric shock. If you weren’t quick enough, you would’ve tripped on the next step; taking Yeonjun down with you. But you relax, squeezing his hand reassuringly as you allow him to continue to follow you.

What felt like an eternity, was in reality only a minute or two. You and Yeonjun finally made it up to the front door of your home. Your hands staying intertwined even when you fetch your keys from the bottom of your bag. As you unlock the door, your shoulders instantly relax. This is what you’ve been dreaming of since the moment you clocked into work.

“Well, this is me.” you turn to him, shyly smiling. It wasn’t much but you were happy here.

He chuckles. “Its cute. It suits your vibe.”

You can’t help but smile as you continue to drag him through the rest of your living space. He follows you obediently, taking in everything little by little. The whole place felt warm, cozy, familiar. Which is exactly how Yeonjun feels about you.

“Im gonna take a shower and change. You can watch something while you wait if you’d like.” You beam up at him with his hand still glued to yours, both sets of eyes twinkling against the ambient lighting. In this specific lighting you found Yeonjun to be so pretty. The dim lighting accentuating his features; the pink tint to his lips, the sharpness of his nose, the admiration in his eyes.

Distracted by your beauty, Yeonjun can only smile and nod.

..̇·𓏲 dont move, honey

As you leave your room, you see Yeonjun sitting on your couch. Looks like he’s made himself at home, you thought. Giggling quietly to yourself, you close the door shut. The sound causing Yeonjun to move his eyes over to you. His eyes are stuck on your figure, he didn’t expect you to walk out in such little clothing. The lump in his throat gets harder to swallow as you make your way to him.

Your definition of comfortable clothing is a oversized shirt and some sleep shorts. Yeonjun doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t want to be rude and keep staring but he just can’t tear his eyes off you. The way your wet hair is causing your shirt to dampen; giving a sneak peak at your breasts. Or the factt that your shorts barely covered any part of you, it almost looked like you weren’t wearing any at all. God, he felt like a pervert, you looked so good he couldn’t help but feel-

“Whatcha watching?” you inquire, sitting down beside him, dangerously close.

“Hmm just some random youtube video I stumbled upon.” he shrugs, trying to look non-chalant, but in reality, he was screaming at himself for being so turned on right now.

“Oh ok.” You turn your attention towards the TV, your body stiff as you think about the proximity between you and Yeonjun right now. It’s the frist time he’s been over, and it’s also the first time you’ve spent alone time in person. At this moment you can only wonder if he feels the same way you do.

With that thought, the memory of the girl who accompanied him to the cafe ressurfaces. You wonder if she was something more to him, of if they are just friends. Silently you pray its the latter. The feelings you’ve grown for Yeonjun seems to strengthen with everyday and night that you two talk. Although its a sad thought, he has every right to talk to other people; especially since neither of you stated that you would be exclusive. You aren’t really an expert in these types of situations anyways.

Ever since you were young, the only relationships you’ve experienced were through media or reading. Some of your friends would tell you about their dating experiences, but you had no stories of your own to share. You were never as outgoing as they were, and you also didn’t like the idea of going out as often as they did. Funnily enough you still ended up in a job where you had to talk to strangers. All of that had lead you to believe that you were better off living the single life, as sad as it sounds; it was true for a good portion of your life.

Until Yeonjun.

“H-hey can I ask you something?” you turn over to face your body towards Yeonjun, your eyes flashing with clear nervousness. He pauses the video turning towards you with curious eyes.

“Yeah of course, anything.” He smiles at you, his hand patting your bare thigh reassuringly. The action causing your cheeks heat up almost instantly.

“Who was that girl you were with earlier? I know it’s not my place to ask considering we’re just friends but I’ve been thinking about it all day. Obviously if you’re not comfy you do-,” He cuts you off, a giggle leaving his lips.

“Shes just a friend. She’s dating Soobin so you don’t need to worry.” he reassures, his hand coming back to your thigh again, squeezing it lightly, but this time he keeps it there. Your heartbeat is now in your throat as you look down at his hand. The veins running along his arms were prominent; the fact that his whole hand could grip more than half your thigh caused an unfamiliar heat to flow down to your lower body.

“O-oh, ok just pretend I didn’t ask that then,” you mumble, your eyes still focused on the way he was no rubbing your thigh. It felt good to experience this type of skinship with him, even if it wasn’t all that much. It still has you stumbling over your words.

“I thought you knew I liked you already y/n. I thought you knew from the moment I asked for your number.” he whispered, his face coming closer to yours.

Your breath hitched not being able to move your eyes away from his lips.

“U-um I didn’t know. No ones ever shown interest in me.” you confess, your head now turned down towards your hands as you play with them nervously.

“Thats ok baby, I’m interested in you. I like you.” Yeonjun states firmly. His finger carefully placed under your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. The look in his eyes sent a chill down your spine. This is the first time you’ve seen Yeonjun look so serious. You couldn’t help but gulp.

“I like you too Junnie.” you whisper, your eyes locked on his. Smiling, Yeonjun strokes your cheek with his thumb. The warmth of his hand still burning onto your thigh.

“Fuck y/n It’s so hard for me to hold back when you call me that.” His tone is low. Staring at your lips, he begins to trace their outline.

“What? Junnie?” you provoke, matching his tone. A groan almost leaves his lips but instead his grip on your thigh only tightens.

“May I kiss you y/n?” Yeonjun’s polite words are a stark contracts as to all the thoughts brewing in his head. You seem to have lost your voice, only nodding as you slowly try to close the gap.

With Yeonjun’s lips on yours he grips your waist pulling you onto his lap in a swift motion. You can’t help but yelp at how easily he can move you around. It was like you were his own personal ragdoll. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he deepens the kiss.

This is your first time kissing someone but you’re glad your first is Yeonjun. Not only do you have feelings for him, but he tasted so good. It felt so wrong but right at the exact same time.

The two of you continue to kiss passionately, and you feel yourself naturally move with the flow. Your hips starting to move back and forth slightly as Yeonjun guides you with his large hands. A tiny gasp escapes your lips as you feel something hard rub against your core. Although this was all new to you, it was like you already knew what to do. Yeonjun takes the opportunity to allow his tongue to enter your mouth. This surprises you, pulling away you say,

“Junnie I-i’ve never done anything like this before.” you squeaked, burying your face into his neck. He rubs his hands up and down the sides of your thighs, soothing you.

“Thats alright princess, I can show you how. Will you let me?” he asks, his hands moving to take your face away from the space between his shoulder and neck. Brushing the hair out of your face, he tucks the strands behind your ear. The action in itself can only cause your cheeks to burn a deep red. Everything Yeonjun did always had you feeling like the most cherished girl in the world. You can only nod as his actions have left you speechless.

“With your words princess.” he demands, a hand snakes down to your hips giving you an encouraging squeeze.

“Yes Junnie, please show me how,” you murmur. Steadily, you move closer to him wanting to close the gap between you two again. You want to feel the same way you did when your bodies were pressed up against eachother.

“Alright darling, just let me know if it gets too much for you ok? I’ll only go as far as you let me.”

“Yes Junnie.”

“Good girl.” his hands are back on your hips, his lips back on yours. The wet sounds coming from both your mouths have you riled up. Yeonjuns back to moving your hips back and forth, desperately wanting to increase the friction. The sensation of his hard dick rubbing against you was addicting. Your thin shorts not really leaving anything up to imagination.

Yeonjun can only groan, the feeling of your warm cunt against his cock is driving his crazy. He can only wonder how it must feel to be inside you.

“F-feel’s good Jun.” you moan into the kiss, your hips now moving on their own accord.

“You like that princess?” he chuckles, peppering kisses along your neck and collarbone, leaving love bites in his tracks. Slowly his hands creep up under your shirt. It lifts ups as his hands move higher. They almost hit your bare breasts, but before he proceeds he looks up to you for approval. You can only nod, dazed from all your senses going into overdrive.

Yeonjun doesn’t waste any time and removes your shirt. You’re left bare in front of him, the blush on your cheeks still noticeable in the dim lighting.

“You’re beautiful love,” he assures, going back to his ministrations. Kissing up and down your neck until he reaches your breasts. He takes one in his hand and the other one in his mouth. You can only moan, your head lolling back from the pleasure. Hands gripping onto his hair for some type of balance.

Yeonjun is rock hard under you, the pulse in his dick only getting more noticable the more he pleasures you. He wants to show you how much he wants you, to show you how much you deserved to be cherished.

Tongue swirling around your nipple, your moans become less shy, the feeling of being pleasured taking over you. Yeonjuns mouth moving onto the other nipple as he picks you up. You yelp from the sudden movement but wrap your legs around his waist anyways.

His feet padding towards your bedroom, he opens the door. Gently he places you on your mattress, situating himself between your legs.

“Are you still doing ok over there sweetheart?” he inquires.

“Really ok Junnie, please keep going. Want more.” you whimper, your elbows stablizing you as you get a good view of him. He begins to remove your shorts, your pussy glistening from how wet he’s gotten you. A groan bubbles up in Yeonjuns throat; just looking at you in this light could make him cum.

He makes himself comfortable with his head between your thighs. Taking things slow, he uses one finger to play with your entrance. Rubbing you all over, collecting your wetness before he finally pushes a finger in.

You moan, your elbows collapsing from the pleasure. You grip your sheets as he pumps his finger in and out of you. The lewd sounds of your soaking core bouncing off the walls. After a few more pumps he adds in another finger, the stretch burning so good.

He looks up at you to see you whimpering for him, his name leaving your mouth in what sounded like a sweet melody. The way your brows scrunch with his every moves turns him on even more. Watching you coming undone on his fingers is a sight he wants to see everyday if he could.

“Let me taste you baby.” Yeonjun says with a deep tone to his voice. Every word coming out of his mouth is dripping with lust. With that warning he places a kiss on your clit, your hands moving from your sheets to grip his hair. He continues to kitten lick and suck on your sensitive bud, the pleasure sending you to another universe.

“O-oh Junnie, it feels so good.” you squeak out. He places your legs over his shoulders, delving into you more. He’s properly eating you out now, his fingers pumping in and out of your wet heat while licking you all at the same time. As he goes on, an unfamiliar feeling starts to brew in your stomach; growing stronger as more time passed.

“I can feel your pussy gripping my fingers baby, cum for me. I know you can do it, just let go.” Yeonjun purrs, his words of encouragement is your last straw before your orgasm.

“Good girl, so good for me. You’re doing so well my love.” he’s praising you as he moves back up to your face. Hes smirking at you as he hovers over your naked body. His own body still in between your legs, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices.

“Can I fuck you princess?” he asks.

The vulgar words spewing from his mouth, the way he asks so nicely, the way he calls you such sweet names; the polarity of it all gives you whiplash.

“Yes please, wanna feel you inside me.” you mumble and you press kissing all along his face, moving down towards his neck. You found it so attractive how he always asks for your consent.

He quickly undresses, both your clothes randomly thrown around the room. Situating himself between your legs once again, he sits himself on his heels. Pumping his length a few times he then rubs the tip up and down your slit, collecting your juices. The squelching sound of your lips rubbing against his him is like music to his ears.

Yeonjun finally enters you, causing your back to arch with every inch he slowly puts in. You’ve only heard about sex through friends, but being able to experience it yourself is on another level. The stretch of his cock pushing inside you stings more than when he was fucking you with his fingers.

“Mmm Junnie I think you’re too big,” you whimper while hes pressing kisses all over your face to soothe you.

“It’s ok love, it’ll feel better as it goes on ok?” Yeonjun groans, as he keeps pushing into you. He continues till hes dick is buried deep inside you. Stilling for a moment, he lets you get used to the feeling. The scrunched up look on your face begins to relax, giving him a signal to start thrusting into you.

“Fuck baby you feel so good around me.” he whispers.

At first hes slow, but the sound of your wet pussy getting fucked by his dick starts to fog his thoughts. Your moans increase in volume, his name falling off your lips repeatedly.

“Junnie, hmmm it feels so good. Faster please.” you beg as your wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him down for another kiss. Who is he to deny you?

He fucks into you faster, this time you can hear the slapping sounds as his length goes in and out of you. One of his hands moving between the two of you to rub your clit and his thrusts to turn sloppy.

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head the more Yeonjun pumps his dick into you. You could feel his length kiss your cervix with every thrust. This is all so new to you, and the only thing you could do is keep moaning and telling him how good it felt.

“This pussy was made for me. Isn’t it baby?” he states rather than asks.

“Y-yes Jun.” you’re a stuttering mess, you could barely answer him as it is.

“Taking me so well princess. I wanna fuck you like this all the time now.” he praises again, taking your thighs and pressing them towards your stomach. The new angle causes you to whimper, you can feel him so much deeper. Your gummy walls are practically suctioning him.

You moan in response. He’s fucked you dumb at this point, cock drunk with every move he makes inside your wet cunt.

“Can I cum inside you baby?” he asks in between kisses.

“Please Junnie, wanna feel you cum in me.” you moan, the feeling of your clit being stimualted as he fucks you is causing you to see stars. You cum around him, gripping his dick as you ride out your second orgasm. As if on queue Yeonjun relases his cum inside you, halting his thrusts. He continues to kiss you making sure you feel loved and wanted, his member still buried inside you.

“You were amazing for your first time princess.” he praises you once again, you kiss him in response.

“Lets do it again please.” you giggle.

Yeonjun kisses up your neck, his cock still rock hard.

“Whatever you want love.” he responds, thrusting into you again.

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Man is the vainest of all creatures that have their being upon earth.

There is a time for making speeches, and a time for going to bed.

For there is nothing better in this world than that man and wife should be of one mind in a house.

I swear by the greatest, grimmest oath that binds the happy gods.

Few sons are the equals of their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.

#rp memes ;;#original memes ;;#roleplay prompts #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp meme #roleplay prompt

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meekmedea · 3 months

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hector dovecote has spent so much time haunting the narrative that it’s gotten me thinking anott it him properly joining the narrative (aka thinking about another time travel au)

hector: *appears*

kid!clemmie: dad?? when did you get here?

hector: …..

kid!clemmie: wait you’re not my dad

endymion, walking in: FATHER???

there is no guide for what to do when your dead (grand)father comes back to life. endymion is so confused. clemmie is on the case tho!

the troublesome trio has a plan! (no they don’t)

elsewhere, max ravinstill suddenly feels like he needs to be doing something morally good.

This idea is GOLD!

Also, "the troublesome trio has a plan! (no they don’t)" - that is so real haha. It pretty much sums them up.

Okay, I'm gonna assume Clemmie is also a time traveller here for later plot reasons.

Poor Hector is going through it. Not only does he now have a grown up son who he last saw at a super young age, he also has a granddaughter?!?

Also on an even more depressing note, his wife has long passed :(

The man is trying desperately to catch up to what he's missed since he died.

Meanwhile the troublesome trio who have all been staring back and forth between the Endymion & Hector. Because Hector is at the age he died, which isn't too far off from Endymion's current age.

Clemmie, tugging on her grandfather's arm: Grandfather, you have to go visit your friend! Felix, having caught on: Yeah, you should definitely visit my grand-uncle! Nia: He really misses you!

This derails into Hector being like, "Yeah okay. My friend's a bit dramatic, I wonder how Magnus is doing. I should check in on him."

It's June. Something on the TV is playing - a playback about the previous year's games and both Aelia and Endymion are scrambling to shut it off/change the channel before any of the trio are traumatized. Again.

Hector, confused and someone accidentally lets slip the existence of the Hunger Games, and he's like "THE WHAT!?!" (It was Felix)

After a quick rundown of the games, Hector is like, "Change of plans. I need to go visit the esteemed President right now."

Luckily for him, Hector doesn't need to make the trip – it's one of those rare days that Pres.Ravinstill has decided to pick up Felix. (Shh no favouritism here.)

Upon President Ravinstill's arrival:

Pres. Ravinstill wondering if he's hallucinating - he's seeing 2 Endymion Dovecotes? Oh boy, time for a visit to Dr. & Dr. Vickers.

Hector Dovecote, clearly vibrating with anger: President Ravinstill. Pres. Ravinstill: Hector! ♥️ (Yes, he recognized Hector solely based on his anger.) Hector Dovecote: *barely resisting the urge to commit murder* You. Idiot.

THE trio + the Dovecote parents are subjected to Hector tearing into Pres. Ravinstill for the games and like...the other atrocities that's happened since Hector's death.

Felix is like in awe and also a bit fearful, he has never seen anyone stand up like this against his grand-uncle. Dr. Gaul is a bit different, she doesn't exactly scream at the President that he's thirteen different types of idiocy.

Felix and Nia are side-eyeing Endymion and Clemmie. Silently, they agree to never, ever piss off Clemmie.

Later:

Dr. Gaul is baffled that Pres. Ravinstill just straight up took this person at their word that they were Hector Dovecote. Like don't you want proof first? A DNA test? Blood test? Like anything?

Pres. Ravinstill: No.

But when Hector comes around the Presidential estate because he's found something else to yell at Pres.Ravinstill about, Dr. Gaul is like - no yeah, I can see it now. But she still insists on at least 2 tests.

(Clemmie finds it disturbing that her grandfather refers to Dr. Gaul as 'Volumnia" and a 'semi-friend'.)

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Bonus #1

Hector Dovecote is eventually restored to life in the eyes of the law. As Hector Dovecote, yes, you heard me right, folks.

They spin some story about how he hasn't really been dead, just like in a coma or something.

Pres. Ravinstill said: Trust me, it'll work. / Hector was skeptical for good reason.

Those who are still alive from their generation are like: HUH?? But he looks so young.

Then there's the children.

Festus: Why does your grandfather look like that? Clemmie: *panicking* Felix: He moisturizes. Nia, at the same time as Felix: Dovecote genes.

THE trio have been sworn to secrecy about Hector Dovecote being alive this whole time. It's somehow the only secret they manage to keep lol.

Bonus #2:

Clemmie finally having someone to confide in about her time-travelling. After explaining things though, Hector is like even more horrified. Like what do you mean things get worse?

Clemmie, nervously watching Hector's expression: Hector, after nearly five minutes of silence: do you ... want me to get rid of him for you? (Yes, he's referring to Snow.) Clemmie: Grandfather!

#time travelling clemmie #+ time travelling hector dovecote???#the crossover we never knew we needed #crack au #oops a little sprinkling of angst #the adult!Ravinstills are concerned again - the pres.Ravinstill lovechild theory has returned full force now #current theory - Endymion is a test tube baby because nobody can deny that Hector & Endymion look nearly identical #hector dovecote no longer haunts the narrative?!?#instead he scolds pres.Ravinstill into shutting down the games + to stop committing (more) atrocities #THE troublesome trio #clemensia dovecote #hector dovecote

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acourtofthought · 1 year

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I can't believe this is even a thing going around the fandom but....

Let's stick to facts.

Rhys about Feyre:

Cassian about Nesta:

Lucien about Elain:

If we're talking about ships, at this point in the series, "the most beautiful thing / female he'd ever seen" is reserved for mates.

This is what Az has to say about Elain:

"How that beautiful face might appear."

There is ZERO evidence that Elain is "the most beautiful female he'd ever seen".

Elain is canonically the prettiest of the three sisters, according to Nesta and Feyre. Do you think Cassian and Rhys would agree? She is beautiful to many who have seen her however, she can't be "the most beautiful" to certain males. "The most beautiful" seems to be reserved for how a mate feels about the female he's with and to date, Az has never thought this phrase about any female which means there's a chance he doesn't think Elain is the most beautiful female he'd ever seen. It's pretty powerful that Lucien thinks it the first time he ever really gets a look at Elain while Az doesn't think it over a year after knowing her.

Cassian remarks on Mor's beautiful face and how her smile took his breath away. He slept with her and lusted after her but now considers her family so unless you're seeing "the most beautiful" from a male, calling someone beautiful doesn't equal endgame.

Say for arguments sake, Elain is the most beautiful female he'd ever seen (though there's no proof of this) and that's all that matters, then why was he staring at Mor with heat and yearning at Solstice while Elain was in the same room?

Obviously "the most beautiful" doesn't mean all that much if it's not enough to distract Az from Mor while celebrating with both females.

When Cassian said this of Moriel, "Knew Azriel had been in love with Mor from the moment she’d strutted into the Illyrian war-camp fve centuries ago" does the scene at Solstice read as if Elain is coming out on top in the looks department for Az?

But facts are, Az hasn't thought this of any female yet. And anyone trying to claim that just because Elain is considered beautiful by many, Az has to find her the most beautiful female and that's why he can't end up with someone else is a pretty disturbing take.

Helion has seen Elain, he's not trying to bang her (though he did flirt with Nesta). Tamlin and Eris have seen Elain, they're not trying to steal her from Lucien. Despite Elain's renowned beauty, Graysen ended their engagement. Elain can be beautiful and someone can also be attracted to her but that is still not evidence that she's "the most beautiful female" everyone has ever seen.

I'm not going to lie and pretend like beauty in an SJM book isn't a big deal because she loves making multiple characters extremely attractive. Feyre notes Elain's beauty however she also said this of Mor:

Nesta remarks on Elain's beauty but says this of Merrill and Gwyn:

So while it's a thing SJM likes to have characters comment on, it's not really all that special when so many are beautiful. And, it's not Feyre or Nesta's opinion of beauty that matters so much as what the male thinks of the female.

So far, Az's thoughts of Elain's beauty are no more special than that which everyone thinks of Elain, except for Lucien. He once found the love of his life the most beautiful female he'd ever seen until he met Elain.

Trying to claim Az can't end up with Gwyn because she's not "the most beautiful female he'd ever seen" is a problematic argument in the first place but if that's the route someone is going than it only makes them look foolish because he has never thought that of Elain after supposedly falling in love with her. If that's the argument someone wants to use then it's not a point in their favor when two out of three mates who have said this ended up with their mates (with the third still being a possibility). If that's the argument someone wants to use then that means Gwyn could still be the first and only female he ever thinks those words about.

There are many beautiful females in the ACOTAR world and there's a chance that Az has never considered someone "the most beautiful". It's possible that for someone like Az, the thing that will make them the most beautiful is not based on physical appearance alone, but how they make him feel inside. I don't know, like maybe someone who sparks something in his chest 🤷

#gwynriel #anti e/riel #elucien #mating bond #fandom fuckery

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She's lying, they're not together at the moment knowing that Jamie has been filming Stranger Things in Atlanta since last week, I doubt he had time to go to his apartment in Los Angeles.

Doesn't this woman realize that it's because of her many lies that she lost her followers on IG and the fact that I have the impression that Jamie has been ignoring her for months now .

It's obvious that she has his IG account on her phone (most people have known this for almost a year now) and I don't understand why Jamie doesn't tell her anything.

If Jamie is confirmed to still be in Atlanta filming then there's no way that he wrote that message. I don't know where he is. I assumed that's where he was but maybe he got home. Also, as I said before, it could be an old picture. Or she just kept the cup from some long time ago because she's fucking weird like that and took a picture of it on that day.

All I know is that whatever is going on with this "relationship" Jamie is obviously not comfortable showing anyone that he's with her publicly. Her going private on IG hasn't provided any additional proof that she's with him and her followers are dropping like flies. I also am sure she can get on his account because there's way too much shit that doesn't add up when it comes to posts he has liked or reasons for him to like them.

What I don't understand is why she is so desperate to be with this guy that she's even willing to allow him to pretend like he doesn't even associate with her in public. How much of a low life loser do you have to be to stay with a dude who is like "Yeah we can be together but I don't want anyone to fucking know about it because you are gross and awful". Does she think it's super cute/sexy/taboo because it's "secret" now or whatever? I'd be pissed if my dude went from PDA to "Stay in the shadows I don't want anyone to see you with me". She must have absolutely nothing else if she is with him and putting up with this.

Also it should be noted that I'm not saying this in a way that I think Jamie is being "mean" or something. I'm saying this in a way that I think he is trying to get rid of her (it's clear he's not comfortable in photos with her and doesn't want to be on her account) I just think she won't leave. I think he's resorted to saying that he's not going to be seen with her, she can't travel with him, no photos etc hoping that she'll get bored and move on because she can't use him for fame and attention anymore. She's just so obsessed with him that it hasn't worked....which is really disturbing on her part. That is if they are even together and she's not just faking it to keep up what little following she still has.

-X

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #mail

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yooyoyo it's the lengthy ask anon (i nearly typed "ass anon" and that should give you a clue as to how crazy this week has been jfc) back again with some qs because the lighthouse au will forever be in my heart 💕

is there anything you learned about Ava through writing this fic, particularly being in her pov?

uh do you think they ever revisited that conversation about public acts?

is there any particular places you see them visiting together? places Ava visits by herself?

what made you pick "Somebody to Love" as the heartbreak of the century?

did they ever play with the ouija board or the um other things they found in the everything shed?

how did you come up with the idea of Suzanne restoring the truck?

do you think Bea ever gets good enough at cooking that she has dishes she confidently makes for Ava?

which martial arts does Bea have proficiency in?

do you have an idea as to what distracted Bea to leave the rations storage door open?

also after that, when Ava went into town and showed Mary, Cam, and Lilith that "proof of life" pic, just how much shit did they give Bea?

as always, pick and choose or ignore, i totally don't mind - i hope your week has been good and if not, that the weekend gives you some respite! (or at the minimum some yummy veggies? lol'd hard at your tags about broccoli bc i couldn't help but think about Ava making that comment about her asshole in chapter two lololol)

hard relate on the crazy week because that has been me this past week and this is genuinely the first day i feel like i have room to breathe lmao i hope you’ve been having a gentler, slower time this week though! 🥺 right, ok, on to the questions 😂

1. just like,,, how complex of a character she is. in the show, you know she loves life, you know that she’s a glutton for experiences, you know that she wants to live more than anyone else. but when you really get down to how much she’s had to survive to get to that point—all the pain and suffering and grief—you can’t help but love her more. especially, when i had to ask myself how she must’ve felt. that… was an experience lmao

2. yes. ava had to shop for underwear at some point…?

3. GRANDPOP OLIVER! i was genuinely so sad i couldn’t find a way to get him into the story, but in my head, he’s alive and kicking and prone to bursting into tears in the presence of his pseudo-granddaughter. ugh, i wanted to write that reunion 😭

4. this is gonna sound nerdy, but with ava’s age and her mom’s, i figured it was the song that would make the most sense considering what music was like at the time. I Will by The Beatles was also a contender though.

5. ouija board is a horrible idea in a huge ass compound where there’s no other person for miles and miles 😂 as for the uh other things, i’d say they’d have a conversation about it but bea would prolly be like “who knows whose bodily fluids that leather has soaked up”

6. genuinely have no idea 💀 i was like “oh they prolly need a car but also no one to do maintenance here so,,, maybe suzanne knows how” and just went with it 😂

7. yes!!! ava would teach her how and they have fun with it while they google recipes and the cultural background of each dish together. i’m thinking bea would make her waffles from scratch and ava cries into it because she used to have it with her mom 🥹

8. aikido is one. i remember doing research for that for sixth to the ninth hour lmao as for the others, imma say she’s prolly a jack of all trades type (though this is more because i don’t know which to pick. she seems like she could do it all)

9. actually i did think about this 😂 bea definitely didn’t mean to. it’s just the door gave up being a door and it didn’t close properly. she didn’t think to check because she didn’t expect the door to… not door 💀

10. a hell of a lot. so much so that bea put her phone on do not disturb as soon as ava got back with the groceries 😂

ok but what are your thoughts on celery 😭 jk, thank you again for this anon!!! 💙

#ask

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The first picture you sent is now in the past and there is nothing in it that indicates that Kawaki is Naruto's son and don't tell me the past is important because it has no important anymore after that animal did to them

The second picture you sent is completely meaningless because Naruto was in a completely devastated psychological state after the death of his only son in front of their eyes and his saying this does not prove anything at all and does not prove that Kawaki is from his family, it shows Naruto trying to deny the fact that his only son died in front of their eyes and his saying this was only to convince himself that everything is fine because he did not want to believe that Boruto, his only son, had died and he was in a state of extreme denial and for this reason you cannot deduce this talk because it is meaningless and Naruto is in this disturbed psychological state and also even after Boruto returned again Naruto no longer felt comfortable towards Kawaki but rather made the situation worse and began to look at him as if he were a plague and stood against him and told him that he needed to kill him first before touching Boruto But he will do the right thing when he is released from that prison and will give Kawaki the punishment he deserves after the crimes he committed against his family for years and the life he stole from him and don't tell me Naruto is forgiving and I don't know what else because kindness has limits what Kawaki did and especially the last thing he did is above Naruto's kindness and no one will accept him after that but on the contrary they will hate him more than before and even if Boruto defends him no one will ever accept him not even Naruto I can bet you that Naruto will never and NEVER forgive that animal even if Boruto does, even though Boruto intends to kill him in the first episode Because what that animal did to them is the worst thing that ever happened to anyone. Boruto is currently naive but he will become wise and understand that that animal does not care about him at all or about anyone Naruto will achieve justice and protect his son and his village from that animal that caused them problems.

And again Kawaki is not Uzumaki and no one said about him Uzumaki since when he is Uzumaki and he is not Uzumaki he is just an animal a wild animal inhuman and he is not Uzumaki just because they accepted him before does not mean that he became Uzumaki he is not Uzumaki and I told you give me proof that he is Uzumaki so I gave you proof that this animal is not Uzumaki and I will give it to you again

https://www.tumblr.com/narhinafan/757890250841489408/httpswwwtumblrcomnarhinafan75780361967964979?source=share

His name is just kawaki not uzumaki and he is just an animal nothing more you can't make him uzumaki by force just because you wants that or don't accept that that animal is not uzumaki

Doesn't matter Naruto still called Kawaki his son and accepted him into the family. Nope the second picture only proves that Naruto truly does see Kawaki as family if you read properly Naruto is already aware and thinks by that point Boruto is dead not alive he out right says he isn't going to abandon Kawaki cause he sees him as family. He was not in denial that much is clear he still says he sees Kawaki as family though. No Naruto was comfortable around Kawaki despite what happened, he never treated him differently cause of it your just making things up now.

You do realise Naruto saying Kawaki would need to kill him first to get Boruto is proof that Naruto did not intend to harm or kill Kawaki in order to stop him he sees Kawaki as family and cause of that is unable to bring himself to kill him.

When Naruto is released he is still going to see Kawaki as family while Kawaki may get punished it will be Shikamaru and others pushing for it as where Naruto would likely try to lighten his sentence as much as possible cause that is who he is and he sees Kawaki as family.

Boruto in the first ep does not instead to kill Kawaki nothing implies that at all.

Kawaki is a member of the Uzumaki family that makes him an Uzumaki I gave you proof if the Uzumaki family accepted that makes him part of the family and one of them.

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Stay Forever

Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: i was legit just writing so theres a lot, season five spoilers, reader was shot and is still dealing with effects from it, suggestive dialogue, criminals obviously, guns, worry of unreciprocated love, thoughts of cheating but no actual cheating, age gap (legal ofc!)

Author’s Note: why is this so long omg I just was writing and this came out. I really actually love it though lol so I hope you guys like it!

Summary: what is a plot. Uh you have liked aaron for a while and this is like, how you get together

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You put your hair up into a ponytail, letting out a gentle sigh. You looked at yourself in the mirror, the bullet proof vest on your chest and a gun at your side. It was a normal view for you. This was the same thing all your coworkers wore, the same thing you wore everyday.

But today it felt wrong. Uncomfortable in all the wrong places. Slightly subdued.

“Are you sure you're okay to go out there?” Garcia asked, walking up behind you. You looked over at her, slightly surprised she was around. You thought she was busy in her computer room, typing away to find the unsub’s final resting place.

“I’m sure,” you said.

“It’s just after everything…” You nodded. “It seems sudden.” You moved your arm around in a circle to show it’s motion. There was a slight sting to it but you had gotten used to the dull pain in your shoulder.

“My arm is fine. Just because I was shot does not mean I can’t go out and protect more people.”

“Yeah but physical health does not equal mental health.”

“I’m fine Garcia. I promise.” She shook her head gently, clearly not believing you. She picked up some things working endlessly with profilers. “Aaron said I was good to go.”

“Yeah and Aaron was the one pretending not to weep when we thought you might die.”

You remembered that night all too well. It was like it was last night. The feeling of the bullet piercing you and then the echo of Spencer’s gunshot through the unsub. Feeling yourself drift in and out of consciousness, hearing the voices of your team members telling you to hold on. Wanting to answer them and not being able to.

“I’m fine. I’m not gonna die anytime soon.”

“Are you ready?” Morgan asked, opening up the door. “Oh hey baby girl. Everything okay in here?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I’m ready.”

===

It was a regular unsub. Nothing particularly memorable. A time crunch, Garcia pulling things together last second. You turned the corner quickly, listening carefully to the silence. The unsub was in this house somewhere. JJ had gone in on the other side of the house. Morgan and Hotch were waiting outside.

You peeked around the corner.

There he was.

Kneeling over a body, weeping quietly. He looked unarmed but with his back turned to you, you couldn’t be sure. You started to breathe quickly. You could do this. You had been doing this for years before you were shot, you could do it again. You were going to save a life, you were going to put the bad guy away.

You took a step forward to turn the corner when someone rushed past you. You jumped in surprise but noticed the back of Aaron’s head instantly.

“Put your hands up,” he said. The unsub jumped, turning around quickly. You walked behind Aaron, your gun up to him as well. You rushed behind him and handcuffed him as Hotch held his gun on him and started to read him his rights. “We’ve got him,” Hotch said into his ear piece.

====

You sat next to Hotch on the plane. JJ was playing Spencer in chess, Emily was napping, Rossi was writing on his laptop and Morgan was having lunch. Everyone was having a quiet conversation amongst each other. You had your book out but you weren’t reading it.

You turned to Hotch.

“I had that guy you know,” you said softly, as to not disturb anyone else in the small vicinity. He turned to you. He had been on his computer writing up the report.

“I know,” he said.

“So why did you jump in? I could have arrested him, or at least made the first move.” He looked at his computer and then back at you. There was a moment of silence as he decided if he was going to give you a half assed answer or not.

“I guess I have a little bit of PTSD on your behalf,” he admitted. You blew air through your nose.

“Yeah right. What’s the real answer Aaron?”

“I’m serious,” he said simply. “I don’t like my team being shot. I should’ve been there to stop it and I’m sorry I wasn’t. Now I’m gonna be there.” You nodded slowly. You had misread that. You thought he didn’t trust you to get it done but clearly he was just worried.

“I didn’t think you had the ability to be worried,” you said slyly.

“Not worried, just cautious.”

“Way to take away from the moment.”

About twenty minutes later Hotch had drifted off. JJ looked up above the chess board and smiled gently to herself.

“Why are you smiling, you’re losing miserably,” Spencer said, moving his chess piece. She nodded her head to where you and Hotch were sitting. Spencer looked over, trying to be subtle but he almost fell out of the seat. You had taken Hotch’s computer and was finishing up his paperwork for him. Hotch was sleeping on your shoulder.

“I didn’t think they liked each other,” Spencer whispered, though his voice was only slightly below regular tone.

“I suspected on Hotch’s side. I wasn’t sure if it was reciprocated, she looked pretty mad at him today for stepping in for her,” JJ mused. “Maybe it’ll get him to lighten up.”

===

“Hotch got in your way because he likes you,” Garcia said, spinning back and forth in her chair. You rolled your eyes, leaning against her desk. You picked up one of her knick knacks. She took it out of your hands and put it back in place.

“I think you’re reading too far into it,” you said.

“You’re quite literally a profiler and yet you can’t see something right in front of you,” she muttered, amazed. She turned her chair so that she was sitting right in front of you. “Hotch needs someone. All he has is this job and his son since Haley died. I think he’s liked you since before she died but he was too good of a person to act on it. He’s not going to make the first move.” You took her knick knack back from her and tossed it in the air, thinking it over. “What, do you not like him?”

You caught it and looked down at her.

“Of course I like him Penelope,” you said gently. “He’s my superior. My boss. My co-worker. My favorite person on this job and he barely pays me a second glance because he’s always focused on the job. I can’t think of one time he might have given a small hint to liking me so forgive me if I’m a little hesitant.”

“Paying you no second glance! Good God you’re all hopeless.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “He does your paperwork. He invites you to Jack’s soccer games. He made sure your desk was closest to his office so that he could see you from the window. He brings you coffee, he’s memorized your order. JJ said he fell asleep on you on the plane ride back today!”

“Am I interrupting something?”

You and Garcia turned your heads over to see Hotch had opened the door.

“No,” you said simply. “Something wrong?”

“No, I’m heading to coach Jack’s soccer team tonight. Do you mind coming? Jack wants to show you his new kick,” Hotch said, slightly embarrassed.

“Yeah of course,” you said smiling. “I’m excited to see his new move. I’ll see you tomorrow Garcia.” You got off her desk and gave her a look. She let out an exasperated sigh.

====

You stood at the sidelines of the soccer field, watching as the little boys did drills. Aaron was standing at the side, watching each of them and giving them gentle encouragement. He had on his game face. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“Y/N!” Jack called. Your eyes went to him. He did a dramatic kick. You clapped.

“Wonderful! Absolutely astonishing!” He gave you a small bow. Aaron rolled his eyes.

“Back in line Jack,” he said, gently pushing him. You and Aaron met eyes and you gave him a thumbs up.

“That was amazing Jack!” you said as practice came to an end. Jack ran up to you before Aaron had made it even a quarter of the way.

“I thought you would like it,” he said, looking up at you. You laughed gently, kneeling down to his eye level. You raised your hand and he gave you a high five.

“You’re really giving all those other kids a run for their money,” you told him. “They should be worried.” “I know.” You giggled and shoved him gently. He shoved you back, causing you to lose balance as you squatted and fell over onto the grass. You threw your head back as his face fell. He leaned down and grabbed your hand, trying to pull you up.

“What’s this?” Aaron asked.

“Your son pushed me over! I think I might have a bruise!” “I didn’t mean to!” Jack said, still trying to pull you up.

“She’s still heeling from being shot Jack,” Aaron muttered, more annoyed at himself then his son. He leaned over and grabbed your hand, helping you up. You fell into him with the amount of power he had used. You laughed.

“Where did all that strength come from Hotchner?” you questioned. He rolled his eyes.

“We’re going to get ice cream, you want to join us?” “I would love to.”

That night you rubbed your eyes in Aaron’s living room. You had gone straight from the plane to the office to soccer to ice cream and now to Aaron’s. You were about ready to fall asleep.

“Jack is asleep,” Aaron said. You smiled weakly.

“I think it’s about time for Y/N to be asleep,” you muttered, yawning. “Without a doubt I’ll get a text from my boss before 7am.” “He sounds awful,” he joked.

“He’s not too bad.” You rubbed your eyes. There was a comfortable silence in the room as you tried to figure out if you had the courage to say anything. Not tonight. “I should-”

“What were you and Garcia talking about earlier?” Your eyes went wide.

“Nothing. Girl stuff.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Are you asking as my friend or as my boss?” He was clearly a little frustrated. You couldn’t quite figure out why. Why should he care if you had a boyfriend?

“It affects the job.” “You didn’t care when Garcia got a boyfriend.”

“Garcia isn’t you.”

“What’s so different about me?”

“Goddammit you’re supposed to be my best profiler,” he said, shaking his head. “Why do you think I care?”

The silence hung in the room for a moment. You didn’t know.

“Why do you think I do everything I do, to make sure you're safe? Why do you think I was more devastated when I thought you had died then when my wife died?”

You blinked twice quickly, straightening your back in surprise. His mouth closed immediately, regretting the fact that he had kept speaking.

“I didn’t-I don’t-”

“It’s okay. I didn’t hear anything,” you muttered, still in shock.

“But you did.” He let out a loud sigh and sat down on the couch, putting his head in his hands. You walked over, sitting beside him. You put your hand on his back, rubbing circles into his tense muscles.

“Garcia and I were talking about you,” you whispered. He didn’t look up. “She was trying to tell me to make a move. I told her no because I was too nervous you would turn me down. Not to mention you're my boss and more than a few years my senior. I figure you would look at me like a child,” you whispered. He looked up and met your eyes.

“You’re not a child.”

“I know but like, metaphorically,” you muttered. “That’s not the point of what I just said.” He nodded. He was thinking. Really thinking. The more he thought about it the worse the idea seemed to him. You were right. He was older than you, he was your boss. But he couldn’t help how you had always made him feel.

“I won’t be able to let you be in danger.”

“Apparently you don’t let me be in danger anyway,” you whispered, recalling earlier. He laughed dryly and nodded. You reached over onto his lap and grabbed his hand. He squeezed. You could feel your breath picking up, not really believing what was happening.

“I don’t want you to drive in this weather.” You looked out the window. It was a clear night.

“What weather?”

“This awful rain. Can’t you see it?” You looked out the window again and cracked a small smile.

“You're right. Looks really bad. I might slide right off the road.”

You sat in Hotch’s bed. It was an odd feeling. Not a wrong feeling though. It seemed right. You had his laptop open and you were typing, wearing an old shirt of his and some slacks. You were typing furiously as he showered. He had gotten behind while being at soccer practice earlier.

The door opened. You looked up to see Jack walking into the bedroom. Your eyes went wide.

“Jack.”

“Y/N?” You nodded, clearing your throat.

“Can I help you hon? Your dads in the shower, I can go get him.” He shook his head, walking up to the edge of the bed.

“Are you gonna stay with us?”

“Tonight yeah. Like a sleepover,” you explained smiling.

“Can you stay forever?” Your heart swelled up. You weren’t sure how to answer that.

“I can stay however long I’m welcome.” You ruffled his hair. “You should go back to bed, little Hotch.” He fixed his hair. “Goodnight.”

“G’night.” He turned around and scampered back to bed. Hotch came out of the bathroom soon after that, hair wet, shirtless. You kept your eyes on the computer.

“Your son came and said hello,” you said.

“Oh?”

“He wants me to stay forever.” He met eyes and he smiled gently.

“He really likes you. He talks about you all the time. You have that effect on the Hotchner boys. What are you doing?”

“Your paperwork.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“I have the energy, let me expel it.”

“I can think of a different way to expel energy,” he said, facing the dresser. You felt yourself flush as your eyes went up to him.

“You get bolder after 11 at night.”

“It’s the long work hours.” He walked over to the bed and laid down beside you under the covers. You looked over at him, trying to ignore how much your heart ached to touch him. It was pulsing in your chest like a bomb ticking. You looked at each other.

“What time do we have to get up tomorrow?” you asked.

“Hopefully not before 7 but I have JJ’s number ready to alert me.” You nodded and turned off his computer. You put it on the bedside table and crawled under the covers, turning off the lamp. You faced each other. It was the closest and most vulnerable either of you had ever been with each other. In the dark you could make out only his most bold features, though your brain put the rest together.

You leaned forward and kissed him, oh so gently. It was like time had stopped for a moment and that very soft kiss was all that was real. You opened your eyes again to his face, a smile on his lips.

“Goodnight,” he said. You smiled back.

“Goodnight.”

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“You snore,” you said, walking beside him. You had to wear the same pants you had worn yesterday but Hotch had given you a button up that you tucked into your pants. The sleeves were a bit long so you folded them up to your lower arm.

“So do you,” he said, laughing. You had your coffee in hand as you entered the office.

“Well deal with it. Jack told me I had an open invitation.”

“Jack doesn’t know what an open invitation is,” he said, smiling.

“Well he said it. He must be learning good vocabulary in elementary school.” The team watched as you walked Hotch to the stairs, said a few quiet words to each other and then he walked up to his office. You went to your desk nonchalantly, putting your coffee down and getting to work.

“Do we have a meeting soon?” you asked Emily who was at the desk beside yours.

“I don’t know why don’t you ask your boyfriend?” she said, eyes wide.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Hotch buys the same shirts. He has at least 10 of the same pair that he wears with his suits and blazers,” Spencer said. He pointed at you. “That’s one of them.”

“Can you guys mind your own business?” you said, flustered. Just as quick as Hotch had gone upstairs he started to come downstairs. He stood behind your chair.

“Garcia has something for us. JJ can you gather the files?” She nodded. Hotch looked down at you and then fixed the collar of your shirt.

“Am I wearing it wrong?” you asked slyly.

“Your lanyard goes under the collar.” You rolled your eyes and got up to go to the table. You followed the rest of the team in. Garcia was already standing there at the front of the room. She clocked your shirt almost immediately. She pointed at her shirt and then at you. You rolled your eyes as you sat at the front beside her. She kneeled down.

“Do you have something to tell me?”

“I do not.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I am sure.”

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The plane had a different feel to it, Spencer noticed. He couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. Everything was technically the same. The same people, the same plane, a different destination which was the same as always. Everyone was looking through the file, bouncing ideas off each other, as usual.

There was a small silence as everyone went to examine the papers alone in their own heads. You and Hotch sat across from each other. That was it, Spencer noticed. You usually sat next to each other. Everyone else was so focused on the papers that he had a chance to look over at the two of you for an extended amount of time.

Your foot was bouncing, your leg over the other. After a moment, Hotch moved his foot to touch your bouncing one, causing you to stop. You looked up at him, questioning. He gave you a look. Then you both looked back down.

Spencer had zero idea what just happened. There was a conversation that just happened but he didn’t know what was said in the slightest.

Your phone beeped. You picked it up.

“Heya.”

“I have to know, I can’t wait,” Garcia said on the other end. You stood up. As you walked past Hotch you put your hand on his shoulder. That was it and yet Spencer thought it was so telling.

You left Spencer's eyesight in the bathroom.

“I slept over but nothing happened,” you explained.

“Nothing?!”

“We kissed. But nothing else!”

“A kiss!” You could hear Garcia clapping. You rolled your eyes. “I was right. I told you!”

“Yeah yeah.” You smiled to yourself. “It was really nice.”

“I bet. You guys are destined. Fate.”

“I thought you were looking for that one suspect, Richard Knox or something.”

“Oh I am, I just needed to hear that first. Bye bye.” She hung up the phone. Your phone rang again. You looked down at Hotch’s name, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You picked it up and put it to your ear.

“Yes?” “I’m in the cockpit.”

“I’m in the bathroom. That’s like the only two places on this plane.”

“In exactly two minutes I want you to unlock the bathroom door.”

“Aaron we’re on a plane of profilers, I think they can guess what me unlocking the bathroom door might mean.” He paused. His voice got very quiet.

“I need to kiss you.”

“The doors unlocked now.”

You stood in the cramped bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror. The bathroom door swung open and he stepped inside. There was no room for the both of you but then his lips were on yours and it was all better. You almost fell over through the door but he had you steady.

You breathed his breath. You felt him, closer than he had ever been before.

In the main part of the plane the rest of the team was being very quiet.

“I wish I could say I saw it coming,” Emily mused. Morgan had his ear to the wall.

“I only guessed when she got shot. I was more worried for Hotch than her,” Rossi said.

“I appreciate the fact that he went to the cockpit first,” JJ said, laughing.

“Shh!” Morgan said, raising his finger. He closed his eyes, focusing.

The bathroom door opened and you practically fell out. Morgan quickly sat back down. You fixed your hair and then your shirt.

You walked back to your seat, quickly starting to flip through the papers again. Aaron was close behind you, sitting down across from you.

“Would you like us to pretend you didn’t have a quickie in the bathroom?” Rossi questioned.

“We didn’t have a quickie,” Hotch said, taking a paper from your file.

“If we had a quickie we would’ve been in there longer,” you concluded.

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artxyra · 3 years

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Damian Acting Like A Teenager? Impossible.

When Damian entered the halls of Gotham Academy, the first thing he notices was the change in the dark atmosphere. It felt oddly kinder and more lighthearted. Everywhere he turns, there are whispers focus around the new girl. At first, he didn’t care about the gossip, well, that was until he met her.

It was an unusual encounter, something that he would look down on.

It was the passing period, and she was running down the halls in a hurry as he was walking to his next class, one that he didn’t particularly care for; they bump into each other, causing a standstill in the halls. Everyone wondered how the dark prince would react to their newly dubbed princess of sunshine. They expected a yelling match, which, of course, occurred, but what they didn’t expect was an eventual best of the worst of alliance ever made.

Several months passed since the two had met and several weeks since the blooming of Damian and Marinette’s friendship, and not a single student could say that there weren’t surprised.

The moment Marinette had broken down any (and all) walls that the boy had placed, she was able to make the stoic teen become his age. It started small with a joke here and there; then it progressed into card games followed by video games. To this day, Damian swears that he’ll beat her at a shooting game at one point, to which Marinette would respond with a laugh and an over-the-shoulder wink. The young Wayne swears that he has never blush a day in his life, but the photographic proof on Marinette’s phone says otherwise.

The school soon became accustomed to being Daminette’s playground. At first, the teachers were opposed to the idea, but after seeing how slightly more open Damian has become, they slowly agreed to the concept of allowing the duo to have less strict rules. That and they didn't want to be sued by the Wayne family.

Which now brings us to this moment: Marinette swings on a swing set while Damian practices his form with a katana; don’t ask how he managed to get it past security-- cause there is no answer.

“You know, maybe we should do something wild?” Marinette thinks aloud, looking up to the sky with a mischief smirk on her lips.

Damian doesn’t turn to her; he only sets the blade down to his side. “What mayhem do you have in mind?”

Marinette giggles uncontrollably.

Let’s assume that whatever Marinette had in mind would rule the yearbooks for years to come.

~☾★☽~

Since his partnership with Marinette, Damian has been hiding his characteristic change at home. Surprisingly, it was simple. A few death threats here and there, maybe sneaking out moments every so often. No one at the Wayne cared enough to pay any attention to it. It only then became a shock when Damian left for school along the lines of being late. Alfred had offered to take him to school to which Damian declined and got onto his “normal” motorcycle and speeds off.

“Does anyone else seem to think that Damian is acting strange?” Dick asks, pipping his head down from the ceiling. He’s on the chandelier again. Poor Alfred, maybe Dick should dust the chandelier for him as an apology.

Tim walks in with a large, filled to the brim, coffee mug in hand, “Which one?” He absently wonders, taking a long sip. The dark circles and bags around his eyes explain it all.

“I do concur with Master Richard; the young master has been acting somewhat strange for quite some time now.” Alfred appears out of nowhere, thus starting an array of concerns.

It wasn’t long before Jason came in shouting demands with the head of the household trailing behind him. Alfred reprimands Jason for the yelling as he hands Bruce a cup of coffee.

Not caring enough about the conversation and looking like a madman, Jason shouts, “Look, I can’t explain it, but we’re going to need Demon Spawn for something huge.”

“Uh, why would we need Baby Bird?” Dick asks, dropping onto the floor and twisting his body. “Not that I don’t mind getting Damian involved.”

“Look, there’s no time to explain,” Jason facepalms and begins to push everyone towards the door despite the lack of proper wear they have on.

After several protests and one change of clothes, the Wayne household now stands in front of the gates of Gotham Academy.

“Is it me, or does this place look less you know Gotham-y and full of life?” Tim ponders, narrowing his eyes, as he takes a long sip from a to-go coffee cup with Red Robin’s emblem.

“No, no, Timmy, I see it too.” Dick whispers as Jason struts past the gates and onto the school’s property like a man on a mission.

Bruce sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Come on, let’s go get your brother so Jason can stop being Jason.”

Tim shrugs before passing the gates himself, with Dick following him.

Upon entering the school, they could immediately see that it was either a passing period or free time from the number of students in the halls. Some student dared to pull out their phones while other whispers amongst themselves.

Bruce makes his way to the attendance office, where the attendance assistant, Joyce, resides sitting at the desk.

“Hello Joyce, I’m here to pick up Damian. He has a, uh, dentist appointment this evening.” Bruce speaks, hoping that she wouldn’t catch the lie.

“Well Mr. Wayne, Damian is, uh…” After lingering in her thoughts, Joyce turns to someone besides her. “Do you know where Damian Wayne would be at today?”

“Try the art room.” A feminine voice answers, followed by a series of typing noises.

Joyce turns back to the Wayne family and smiles, “He should be in the art room; it’s down the hall to your right, you should not miss it, as it’s in the only hallway that has a series of artwork posted on the walls. Before you go, please sign here."

Joyce hands Bruce a sign-out sheet, to which the man signs and ushers his wards to search for his youngest.

“They’re so screwed.” The same feminine voice speaks, causing Joyce to break out laughing.

It took a total of four different locations for the men to find the youngest Wayne.

First, they went to the art room like Joyce’s co-worker told them to do.

When they got there, Damian wasn't there, but the teacher did show Bruce a couple of Damian's artworks. Bruce couldn't help but feel proud.

While looking around the room, one of the art students told them they last saw Damian playing Pokémon Go near the gym; he was trying to catch a legendary Pokémon that spawned there.

So, of course, after an awkward eye contact with one another, they walk to the gym. Once again, Damian wasn’t there but a different student in his stead. He tells them that Damian was making ice sculptures out of ice cream at the cafeteria. The student then goes on to explain that Damian had some wicked skills with a knife.

Jason, with wide eyes, practically shouted at the student that he was crazy and that Damian would never, and he means NEVER would do something that stupid. The student shrugs it off like it was an everyday occurrence. It was Dick that had to hold Jason back from thrashing the teen. Bruce then apologizes to the instructor for their disturbance, as Tim walks casually behind Dick carrying Jason.

By the time they got to the cafeteria, it was damn near empty aside from a few students still eating. There were no signs of ice cream or the tools that would go into making an ice sculpture. Tim had to ask a few students to see if Damian was in here at some point in time. One of the workers overheard the question and answered him. Evidently, Damian was there earlier making sculptures out of ice cream before handing it out to students.

When they asked the question that has been slowly driving the four insane, the worker replies with: “Upstairs racing on these old colorful scooter board down the halls."

After three locations and no Damian, Tim wanted nothing more but to have a mental breakdown, and he would have if it wasn’t for Bruce holding him up and taking his coffee away.

So, they quickly found themselves on the second level of the school. There was no sight of Damian Wayne, though there were wheel tracks smudged into the flooring.

“Are you kidding me?” Jason shouts out into the ceiling. Thankfully, there were no students in the halls to hear it. Well, that might have been the case if it wasn’t for a teacher to open their door and shh the male. It took every bone in Jason's body not to show the teacher his middle finger.

After a beat of silence and walking down the hall, they overhear a familiar voice.

“Angel, you are desperately in the wrong here. The bear only wears one color, so it has to the color red.” Jason stops dead in his tracks and turns to railings.

The voice was too good to be true.

Looking over the staircase, they find an alcove, and sitting in it is none other than Damian Wayne himself, but he’s not alone.

“I’m telling you, Wayne. Pooh’s favorite color is yellow.” The female answers before taping her fingers as she makes her points, “He loves honey, which is by default a yellow color. He's never seen with a yellow background, and if yellow didn't clash with his fur, he would definitely be wearing it.”

“I disagree. Winnie the Pooh has been drawn on numerous of occasions with red items, not yellow. Case in point, the red balloon, his shirt." He counters. The conversation continues with banters and statements; whether it was true or false is up to debate.

This was not happening.

Tim.exe has stopped working.

Jason.exe has stopped working.

Jaws dropped, a low groaning sound.

They cannot be witnessing this. The most deadliest of the Wayne’s is currently arguing about Winnie, the motherfucking, Pooh’s favorite color.

Bruce has no words. He's practically in the same stance as his middle children. Dick, on the other hand, pulls out his phone and begins to record what remains of the conversation.

No one dares to move or utter out words. This version of Damian is the apocalypse. Nothing in the world is okay.

Slowly, the four Waynes exit the school; no one saw them leave.

Legend has it that Damian never went home that day despite being excused from his classes. When he had returned home, his family didn't utter a word to him. He was meet with either a profusely blinking, unwanted hug or laughter, as they were still in shock at what they just encountered. It wasn’t until a couple of months later that all hell breaks loose. Damian had introduced the family to Marinette.

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A retouch version of Request #2

#maribat #mlb x dc #ml x dc #artxyra one-shots #daminette

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jaeminscoffee · 3 years

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Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right?

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place.

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad)

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense.

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend.

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people.

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny.

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you.

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks.

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look.

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it"

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n."

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing.

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine."

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda.

Ironic, huh?

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night.

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location.

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze.

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder.

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming.

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning.

"Answer me."

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement.

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?"

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place.

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot.

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study.

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling.

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command.

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck.

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features.

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking.

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?"

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions.

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you.

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?"

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in.

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck."

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?"

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed.

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?"

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum.

"Say it, Y/n."

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad.

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds.

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers.

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers.

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?"

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach.

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe.

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully.

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.."

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration,

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night.

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity.

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly.

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!"

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock"

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad.

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel"

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace,

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm.

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast.

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you.

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper.

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name.

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure.

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls,

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for.

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed.

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him.

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side,

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad,

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???"

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"

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Beauty | kth – Chapter 11 (m)

Pairing: Taehyung x OC (Reader) , slight Jimin x OC

Genre/Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Idiots to lovers (kinda), single dad; humor (-ish?), slow burn, angst, fluff, smut

Chapter Warnings: swearing (as always), mentions of sexual content such as: oral (female receiving), fingering, breast play, multiple orgasms (well… two to be exact), protected!sex, after care

Word count: 17.5k

Series summary: Taehyung knows what beauty is. He sees it every day.

You feel like you haven’t seen real beauty in a while but you think you remember what it looked like.

Or maybe you both have no idea?

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Chapter 11 (m)

It's as clear as day that you are not well disposed towards Jin right now. He doesn’t even have to ask you to know that it’s true. The way your demeanor changed from your first meeting to now is enough proof for him.

You haven’t talked, really talked to him ever since Hyejin’s birthday. Every “conversation“ since then consisted of nothing but one-word answers and nods before you left his sight as soon as you entered it.

Yes, Jin knows you are mad at him, and that you don’t seek his attention right now but what he doesn’t know is why. He doesn’t recall doing anything wrong, really. Everything he said to you that day was only meant to help you. He wanted to warn you about his stupid younger brother, who breaks everything he touches, all while trying to help you see your potential. And he did not lie. He really does think you’d have a chance in the industry and thought he would do something nice by offering you his help. You didn’t seem to take his words that way, though. Your eyes didn’t light up the second he mentioned it, you didn’t laugh, you didn’t smile…

Maybe there’s just something wrong with you?

Why would you feel the need to raise a child that’s not even yours and to whom you owe nothing when you could instead make the best of your abilities and live your best life? He honestly can't relate. It's either you suffer from White Knight Syndrome, or you simply are a little crazy.

Nevertheless, he somehow doesn’t want things to stay this way between you two. After all, he thinks you’re nice, and he likes to be in your presence. There’s something about you that lightens up the mood whenever you’re around.

In all these years of him being one of South Korea’s hottest superstars, he has rarely ever come across someone like you. The people in his world are different than the people anywhere else — that much he knew already. But you don’t really fit in any of the two worlds. You are one of a kind. A true optimist, if he’s ever even seen one. A woman with a kind heart and a need for harmony but not to the point where you let people walk all over you. Never before has anyone (aside from Taehyung) tried to tell him that he's wrong. It was a nice little switch-up. Of course, you were wrong, but it was still interesting to talk to someone who doesn't say what he wants to hear for a change.

He can definitely see why his brother is so hung up on you and constantly fears he could lose you. You’re the little gem in his otherwise sad and pathetically simple little life; he understands.

“You cook, you clean, you care about Hyejin, even take her to work with you sometimes…“ he approaches you, seeing how you’re taking care of the dinner once again.

You don’t turn around to look at him but only nod your head, carefully cutting the carrots into tiny pieces without cutting your finger, like last time.

“Why?“ He asks and comes closer. You can almost feel him behind you. Even if he’s not that close to you, he has a strong aura that makes itself known wherever he is. It has to be something people like him just have in their personality.

“Why not?“ You turn the question around without letting him disturb you.

“Well, he doesn’t even pay you for any of this, so why do you do that? What are you getting out of this?“ He sounds genuinely confused, and when you do turn around to look at him, you can see that he isn’t trying to make fun of you — he seriously wonders about it.

“I don’t— I don’t know what you mean, Jin.“ You frown. “I don't always have to get something in return for doing something nice for the people who are important to me, do I?“

He raises a brow in question as he looks at you intently. “But that’s not how life works.“ He chuckles. “You don’t just do something for someone, just for the sake of it.“

“You do when you care for them.“ You state and pause for a moment. “Wait, Jin… Has no one ever done anything for you without asking for something in return?“

Come to think of it, Jin honestly can’t think of a single time where someone has. But he never thought about that before. Why would anyone do that? He wouldn’t do it for anybody either. So why does the look you’re giving him right now bother him so much?

“Oh…“ no one has ever looked at him like that. With their eyes full of an emotion he had never seen on anyone before — at least not directed towards him. It's pity. You’re pitying him, and he doesn’t like the feeling of that at all. Especially, because he does not see the point in it.

You don't look away even after he doesn't give you an explicit answer. “But don’t you have any friends? A girlfriend, perhaps?“ You ask again, your voice growing quieter with every word that leaves your mouth.

“Well, I was seeing someone for a while, but we rarely saw each other because of our busy schedules. And then I saw her at the Seoul film festival last month with that one guy from that one thing, you know? I don’t really know names, and I don’t really care but yeah… Guess we’re over then.“ He simply shrugs, smiling at you after. It’s an honest smile. At least it doesn’t look forced, nor does he look like he’s hiding something. For all, it looks like he honestly… just doesn’t care.

You nod, feeling a little confused. What are you supposed to say now? It sounds so incredibly sad, but he doesn’t look sad at all, which makes you even sadder thinking that he’s just used to getting… well, used.

Your gaze falls to the floor as you bite your lip, trying to sort your thoughts. “Don’t you ever get lonely?“

Jin only snorts and shakes his head. “___, I am Kim Seokjin. I have millions of fans who love and admire me wherever I go. Why would I feel lonely?“

You gape at him like a fish out of water, opening and closing your mouth while you try to think of something to say to that. “Yes, but that’s not— It’s different.“ You stutter.

“How?“

You open your mouth again, but no words come out. You just don’t know what to say to that. He doesn’t act like a human being but rather like a robot. Something without feelings. It’s obvious that talking to him about that doesn’t have a purpose, so you only shake it off and mask a smile. “Ah, just forget it. Doesn’t matter.“ You turn back around and continue to do what you did before he came, but he doesn’t leave.

“Are you mad at me?“ He then asks you. “It’s just that... ever since we talked at Hyejin’s birthday, you’re kinda avoiding me.“

You sigh, “well, what you said didn’t sit right with me, Jin. I’m not mad, I’m just— Not really in the mood to hold Smalltalk with you.“

“I understand.“ He nods, “And I’m very sorry that I hurt your feelings. That wasn’t what I was going for, I promise.“

“I know. You told me that already.“

“Yes, but I feel like you didn’t accept my apology.“

“Uhm, maybe, because right after you apologized, you more or less told me how I should get rid of my scars in order for you to get me a job at one of those agencies.“ You snap. “It didn’t really feel sincere after that.“

“Look, but I didn’t mean it in an insulting way. I just meant that you are pretty, but you could be prettier without them.“ He smiles, looking like there’s nothing wrong with what he just said. You don’t know if it makes sense but the fact that he has the nerve to smile at you like this right after he made a useless and unnecessary comment about your appearance, yet again, makes your blood boil in your veins.

Before you can say anything back at him, though, you’re both interrupted by a loud bang. Immediately directing your attention to whatever it was that caused that noise, you both turn around and see no other than Taehyung standing only a few feet away from you.

It solely takes you a blink of an eye to see that he’s fuming, and you don’t have to be a genius to know that he probably heard more from your conversation than you’d like.

“What did you just say to her?“ He grits at Jin, who, for the first time since you’ve seen him, doesn’t look as smug and collected, but rather seems a little baffled and nervous. You can tell he didn’t intend for Taehyung to hear any of what he just said, but what’s done is done and it looks like he just has to deal with him now.

He clears his throat and keeps his face neutral as he looks at his younger brother. “Taehyung. What are you doing here so soon?“

Taehyung, on the other hand, is not up for any shit today. That much is clear. “Don’t even try to change the subject, Jin.“ He seethes, coming closer in the process.

You sense that this won’t end well, given how Taehyung isn’t on good terms with Jin to begin with, so you try to put yourself between them, “Tae, please, it’s okay—“

“No, it’s not okay, ___.“ He interrupts you, cold eyes never leaving his brother’s. “It is not okay. He doesn’t have the right to talk to you that way, and I won’t allow it.“

“But you don’t even know the whole story. Just please don’t do anything you’ll regret later.“ You grab his arms, trying to make him look at you, but it only works a mere second before he’s once again focused on Jin.

“___, can you please do me a favor and pick Hyejin up from her friend’s house?“ His voice is much calmer now that he's talking to you, but it doesn’t do any good. You know what he’s trying to do, and you don’t know how you feel about that. Leaving the two guys alone right now doesn't sound like a good idea.

“But… you said you would pick her up today. Hyejin is looking forward to that.“ You try to counter with an unsure voice as your eyes slowly wander over to Jin.

The older guy doesn’t look overly affected, but when you see how his fingers fiddle with the hem of his shirt, you know that he doesn’t really want to be alone with Taehyung either.

Speaking of Taehyung, he’s now looking at you with a look you can’t quite read, but if you had to put a name on it, you would settle for something between determined and awaiting, all mixed with his obvious anger, of course.

“I know, but I have something to talk about with my brother.“ He tells you. You sigh, still undetermined, and give him a look that tells him you don’t like this suggestion.

All of a sudden, you’re reminded of the way Taehyung approached Jungkook full of anger when he heard about him inviting Jin to Hyejin’s birthday. You don’t know what would have happened if you hadn't tried to hold him back a little. And that plays a big part in why you are so reluctant to leave. Taehyung seems and looks way calmer right now than he was that day, but you know him well enough by now to know that he’s actually fuming.

“Don’t worry, okay? I promise we’re just going to talk.“ As if he can feel how much you’re struggling, he takes your hand and gives it a light squeeze as if to silently promise, and somehow, that seems to do the trick.

With a last look at both of them, you defeatedly nod your head and make your way to the counter to grab your bag.

“Use my car. I put the keys on top of the drawer next to the door.“ Taehyung calls after you before you leave the kitchen at once. You only hum in approval and tell Seokjin goodbye before you’re out of the apartment and leave the two brothers by themselves.

It doesn’t take Taehyung longer than a second until his face turns back into an angry frown as he glares at Jin with nothing but disgust in his eyes.

“Look, Taehyung, I can see why you’re mad—“

“What the fuck is wrong with you?“ Taehyung spits at him with venom in his voice. He doesn’t need to hear what he has to say because it can’t be anything other than a big load of bullshit anyway. Nothing else has ever left that mouth of his. “Why did you feel the need to say that to her? Do you ever even think about what the words that leave your mouth could possibly do to the people they’re meant for?“

Taehyung is mad. He is so mad, he can’t even put it into words. But right now, he’s more concerned than anything. He's worried about what the words that Seokjin said to you could do to your self-esteem. And that’s why he isn’t yelling, nor is he mindlessly insulting him, like he actually wants to. Oh, he would love to throw the nastiest words at his brother’s head, but he doesn’t. Before he does any of that, he simply wants his brother to understand, so he can realize what he's done. But it comes with no surprise when Jin's face stays as solid and empty as ever.

Taehyung scoffs as he gazes at Jin again. “Of course you don’t. You never care about anyone that isn’t you, do you?“

Jin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb, “again, I didn’t mean it in an insulting way.“

“I don’t fucking care in what way you meant it! You hurt her feelings!“ Taehyung counters, finally raising his voice now anyway. “She isn't weak, and she’s somewhat confident, but people like you bother her, okay? People like you make her think about stuff she shouldn’t be thinking of. Ever. Not to forget that nobody asked for your irrelevant opinion in the first place.“

Standing there, listening to what Taehyung has to say to him, Jin is honestly surprised. He isn’t unreasonably yelling, he isn’t insulting, he doesn’t even look like he wants to kill him. He does look angry, but overall, he seems to be more concerned than anything. Taehyung is concerned about what Jin’s words could have possibly triggered in you. And he thinks that’s fascinating, simply because he doesn't know his brother like that. Usually, it takes next to nothing before he starts insulting him. For years, that was more or less the only way they communicated. But now? That's new.

“Whatever, you don’t have to play moral compass with me now. ___ didn’t even seem hurt about my comment. Yes, she may have been a little annoyed with me, but I think you’re overreacting.“

“You don’t know her!“ Taehyung suddenly yells. “She wouldn't let you see if you hurt her or not. If there is anything she really despises, it's people pitying her, so she simply always acts as if nothing bothers her but surprise - it does.“

“Or maybe she's just not as sensitive as you think she is.“ Jin shrugs, not putting too much weight on his brother's words.

“You're unbelievable.“ Taehyung sighs, shaking his head. “I know, you don't ever hear that from anyone but me, but you're not perfect. That's the truth.“ he shrugs. “You don’t know shit, and it's common sense that you don’t make comments about somebody’s looks. That’s simply disrespectful, and I don't want you to ever treat her like that again, do you hear me?“ He boils. “Look, I don’t give a flying fuck about what you say about me behind my back or even in my face. You can outdo me at everything, blame all the things you fucked up on me in front of mum and dad, tell them that I was the one who threw the party and was responsible for their beloved leather couch becoming the conception place of many unwanted babies that night. Make fun of me because my wife is not into me and send her away for all I care because I really don’t give a shit about all that. But stay away from ___. She’s way too good to become a victim of your little games.“

Jin’s face stays neutral, as he lets Taehyung's words sink in for a moment. He almost looks bored even. But the fact that he can’t look Taehyung in the eyes is what gives him away. “I wasn't playing any games with her.“

“So you didn’t try to send her away too? Didn’t tell her to leave just to see how much I can really take?“ He tests him. “I know you, Seokjin. I don’t know why you do the things you do or what you’re getting out of that, but it’s just you. For some reason, you just love to see me suffer.“ He shoots him a glare.

“You think that?“ Jin scoffs. “Why does me offering something to ___ that could help her in the longer run automatically equate me playing games with her or wanting you to suffer?“ He asks him.

“Because it would kill me if she left.“ Taehyung seethes annoyed that his brother really made him open up to him so much and let himself be so vulnerable around him. “And you know that.“

A satisfied grin makes itself known on Jin's face. “Yes, I do.“ He nods. “The amount of pheromones you emit when you’re near her is ridiculous.“

“Yeah, great. Mock me. I don’t care.“ Taehyung shrugs.

“What I actually wanted to say is that I don’t give a fuck about that. Like, quite honestly, I do not care.“ Seokjin sighs, rolling his eyes at his brother once again. “I told her all of that merely because I actually quite like her. And I wanted to help her do something with her life, other than being your nanny, cleaning lady, and cook for free.“

Taehyung pauses, being a little taken aback by the accusations thrown at him now. “You know nothing.“ He spats after he has found his composure again. “She isn’t what you think she is. She’s way more than that, and she knows it too. We’re a family here. We work hand in hand. Of course, you wouldn’t know what that’s like because the only person you care about is yourself.“

“Great.“ Jin nods with a scoff. “Guess everything is said and done then.“ He’s about to leave, wanting to get as much space between him and Taehyung as he can muster for a while, but Taehyung’s voice stops him.

“Just one more thing,“ at that Jin halts and looks at his brother waitingly, “pack your stuff. You’re no longer welcome here. I want you gone.“ Taehyung then says with an ice-cold look in his eyes.

A humorless scoff escapes Jin, as he looks at his younger brother in disbelieve. “You’re throwing me out? Really?“

Taehyung resembles his brother’s expression, masking a fake smile on his lips. “Funny, huh? Better get started. If you won’t leave by yourself, I’m gonna throw your shit out of the window and make sure you follow.“ His face loses any kind of humor towards the end, and he grows more and more serious, letting Jin see that he isn’t joking around at all.

“I mean… You’re being a little dramatic now, don’t you think?“

Taehyung doesn’t give him an answer. He simply goes to the sink to pour himself a glass of water. “If I were you, I’d start packing.“ He suddenly says, without looking at the older guy still standing there in disbelief. “___ will be back soon. I want you out before she comes home. I don’t want you anywhere near her.“

With these words, Taehyung smugly makes his way around his brother, leaving him standing there in absolute wonder.

After about fifteen minutes of driving, during which you could hardly concentrate because you couldn't stop thinking about Taehyung and Jin all the time, you finally arrive at your destination.

Even if you had never been here before, you would see where you need to go from miles away. Hyejin may have had a lot of decorations at her birthday party, but what you're looking at here is just ridiculous. The entire house is plastered from the outside with all kinds of balloons and lights. Basically, it looks more like the celebration of an eighteen-year-old than the birthday party of a child. But hey, why would you judge that?

You ring the doorbell and wait for someone to open it for you, smiling brightly when someone finally does.

“Hi, I'm here to pick Hyejin up.“ You say to the lady at the door. It isn't the same one who had opened the door when you came here earlier to drop Hyejin off, so you know she isn't the mother of the child who lives here.

“Oh, you must be Hyejin’s mother then, right?“ She smiles brightly, opening the door even wider to let you enter. You want to correct her and say that you aren't actually her mother, but you don’t get the chance to when she continues gushing right after. “She told us that her dad would pick her up because her mum already dropped her off but, I guess she got something mixed up then.“ She giggles cheerfully, leading you through an endless floor as she keeps on talking. You don’t really listen anymore, though, your mind too occupied by the sheer fact that she called you Hyejin’s mother not only once but twice now. And she said that Hyejin told her that. Why would she do that?

“Uh— actually, I’m—“ You don’t get any further before she interrupts you once again.

“Uhm, before it gets too crowded, I just have to tell you that there has been a little… inconvenience today regarding Hyejin and Jihoon.“ She says, cringing a little after. “We contemplated calling you so you could pick her up, but we decided it would be unfair to Yoorim to have two of her friends leave her party too early.“

“What? What kind of inconvenience? Is she hurt? Is everything okay?“ You ask, immediately getting concerned. What could’ve happened that they even considered calling you to come and pick her up? And what’s up with that girl that she tells you all of this so casually as if she’s talking about the weather?

The young woman laughs a little, but it doesn’t sound sincere. It comes off as judging, and you don’t know how to feel about that yet. “Well… She got into a fight, actually. Yoorim’s mother is currently in the middle of talking to Ryu's mother about this, but they wanted to talk to you too. Seeing how you should be informed about her behavior.“ As she talks about Hyejin's so called “behavior“, she looks you up and down as if she's looking for anything in particular. Well, whatever it is, she seems to find it somewhere on you because she kisses her teeth with her tongue, puckers her lips, and then gives you an obviously fake smile right after.

You glare at the back of her head, not liking her use of tone at all, but she doesn’t notice, leading you further into the house. “And Ryu is…“

“He’s the boy Hyejin and Jihoon started a fight with.“ She simply replies, not giving any more information whatsoever.

“Hyejin doesn’t pick fights, though. That’s not her at all.“ You defend her, “And Jihoon doesn’t either, I’m sure. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding?“

She scoffs, actually scoffs, and shakes her head. “No, believe me. It wasn’t.“

After what feels like ten minutes of sheer walking through a hall, you finally enter a huge room. This has to be where the actual party takes place. Several children are running around, and you can see a few adults standing in between them while drinking champagne or whatever. You don’t look closely, too occupied with finding Hyejin.

You eventually see her, sitting on a chair somewhere in the corner all by herself, with a big frown on her face while she glares at the other children who play with each other. You don’t like that sight at all. It’s a birthday party, and there are at least a dozen little kids running around for god’s sake. Why is she sitting there all by herself?

Hyejin sees you walking in her direction before you can reach her and her whole face lights up when she does. And then she's already running to meet you halfway.

“Hey, what are you doing here all by yourself?“ You ask her, crouching down to her size and embracing her in a big hug.

“Jihoon and Eunji’s mommy picked them up already.“

“But there are so many kids here. Didn’t you want to play with them?“ You ask again.

She only shakes her head, linking her arms in front of her chest. “I don’t like them. Can we go home?“ She quickly jumps up and takes your hand as she drags you away. You don’t get far, though, when you see two women making their way to you.

You only recognize one of them because she's the lady who greeted you a couple of hours ago when you dropped Hyejin off, so it has to be Yoorim’s mother. You don’t know who the other woman is, though.

Trying to be polite, you smile at them, but they merely throw you a glare. Only then do you see the little boy walking beside the other woman with a bruised jaw and tear streaks on his face. When you turn your gaze on Hyejin, you immediately see her freeze and grip your hand even tighter, and that’s when you connect all the dots.

Oh no… The woman really did mean a real fight.

The smile on your face slowly but surely turns into an uncomfortable grin while you tear your gaze from the crying boy. It's hard to decide where to look when your only options consist of a crying boy with a bruised jaw or two obviously angry, wealthy women who look like they're about to destroy your whole career.

Ha, the joke's on them because good thing you're broke and only work in a flower shop.

“Mrs. Kim?" The woman you don't know addresses you, keeping a tight grip on her son's shoulder all while she looks you up and down, obviously judging already.

Jesus, you bet if Taehyung would be here instead of you, they'd be a lot nicer...

“Oh god no, I'm not–“

“Listen here,“ uh-oh, “I don't know how you treat each other at home, but here, we behave in a civilized manner. We don't punch each other for fun, especially when it's two against one.“ She's so quick to throw her assumptions at you that you don't even get the chance to think about what to say. But you won't just stand there like an idiot and give her the chance to walk all over you.

“Okay, first of all, what is this even about? I just came here, and you're already attacking us.“ You cross your arms in front of you as a defense mechanism because it makes you feel more protected.

She only scoffs at that and rolls her eyes. “As if it wasn't obvious already, Hyejin and her friend just attacked my son. At a birthday party!" She rages. “This was supposed to be a fun time for our kids. And now I have to drive to the hospital!"

The biggest mistake you can make right now is laughing, you know that. But does it keep you from laughing? Uhm...

“Excuse me?! What's funny about that?" the woman gasps, looking at Yoorim's mother, who looks just as baffled.

“I mean... hospital? Come on, that's barely even a scratch. Hyejin came home with worse injuries simply from playing at the playground.“ You know that downplaying the child's injuries is not the way to approach this, and it's not what you're trying to do. You just can't stand the way she's playing the victim here without even taking Hyejin's possible reasons into consideration. “Look, I really am sorry he got hurt, and we unquestionably don't approve of violence. Hyejin will absolutely face consequences but–“

“Oh, I'm sure she will.“ She interrupts you mocking you with a sweet voice while excessively fluttering her lashes. You know what she's doing. She makes you feel dumb by belittling you and acting as if you're an incompetent idiot who can't get on her level. What she doesn't know, however, is that you don't care about that one bit. You don't need to be liked by these people. The only thing that matters to you is Hyejin. And you find it insanely cheap and inappropriate for them to want to hold this conversation in front of the kids. They shouldn't be around for this, and that's the only reason you're holding back right now.

Swallowing your pride (and all the things you want to actually say), you take a quick breather and simply try to put a polite smile back on your face. “Okay, uhm...“ you clear your throat and stroke Hyejin's hair, “What the kids did was obviously wrong, but has anyone said something, or has anyone asked them why they did it?"

Both women only scoff, looking like you've told a joke or something. “It's clear why they did it.“

You look down at Hyejin, but she still doesn't dare to meet your eyes, so you throw a questioning look at your opponents instead.

“Jealousy.“ Ryu's mother shrugs with a loud sigh. “We seem to pass a lot of our own insecurities onto our children.“ She elaborates, giving you a look.

You breathe out a humorless laugh at that, “would you mind keeping your accusations to yourself? You don't know anything about us.“ You quip, glaring at her.

“Ganging up on someone who literally wouldn't hurt a fly tells me more than I need to know.“ She tattles, actually falling into a fit of giggles with her friend right after as she gives you a judgemental look.

You feel how your lip lifts up in something like a smirk but without any humor in it. “I'm sorry, is there something on my face?" You ask her, with a sweet and calm voice, inspecting the way she finally withdraws her eyes.

Instead of giving you an answer, she bends down and glares at Hyejin. “I expect a sincere apology from you, little lady.“ She snaps, glaring at her.

You quickly push Hyejin behind you to shield her from her, not liking the way she talks to her one bit.

“If you have something to say, you can say it to me. It has been a very rough day for all of them, I'm sure. We shouldn't be discussing this in front of the children.“ You say, probably sounding a little harsher than you intended to. “She's five years old, not a teenager. Her dad certainly will have a lot to say about this, and he won't accept this kind of behavior from her. You can trust me on this. But for now, we're done here.“

And with these words, you take Hyejin's hand and walk around them. This sure is a big ass house, but you don't need anyone to show you the door. You just want to leave this place, and more importantly, you want Hyejin to leave this place as well.

As you walk silently down the long hallway, you catch a distant "you'll be hearing from us!", but you only shrug it off with a scoff. What a joke.

“We’re home!“ You make sure to yell extra loud the second you open the door, in case Taehyung and Jin are still going at it, but you’re surprised when you’re met with sheer silence, and everything looks exactly the way it used to before you left.

“Why’d you take so long? I was waiting for the both of you already.“ Taehyung greets you with a smile when you walk into the living room, followed by a still sulking Hyejin who doesn’t say a single word to him.

You notice right away that he doesn't seem angry or annoyed or even in any way like there's been a huge fight, and for some reason, that makes you pretty nervous. The fact that Seokjin can’t be seen anywhere doesn't help either.

Nervously looking around, you mask a smile on your lips. “Yeah… about that,“ you sigh, seeing how Hyejin already seems to get anxious. You feel bad that you can't keep the activities she was involved in today to yourself and have to sort of tattle on her to Taehyung instead. But he’s her father, and he needs to know about it. Even if he’ll get mad — and he will. “We have to tell you something.“ You say in a quiet voice.

Taehyung throws a questioning glance at you, which suddenly turns into sheer concern. “Did something happen? Were you in an accident?!" Before you can even say anything to that, he's already rushing towards you. He carefully inspects Hyejin's face first before he moves on to you, puts a hand on either one of your cheeks, and turns your head from left to right to look for any injuries.

With a groan, you shake him off of you, “no, it's nothing like that.“

He looks like he wants to ask you further about it, but then he settles on Hyejin, who stubbornly has her arms crossed in front of her and frowns down at the floor. “So…?“ He waits, trying to pursue his daughter into telling him.

For the first time ever since you left the party, she looks up and opens her mouth to say something but holds herself back before any words leave her mouth. Instead, she swallows thickly, and it looks like she's trying to hold back tears. But a few moments later, she once again looks up with tears in her eyes, balling her little hands into tiny fists. “Children are assholes.“ She then snaps, harshly wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. “I never want to go to a stupid birthday party ever again!“ And with that being said, she suddenly jumps up and runs to her room, leaving you both standing there in shock at her outburst.

You both look after her as she runs away at a fast pace. “What was that about?“ Taehyung asks you after a while of trying to grasp what just happened.

Sighing, you look at him, “apparently, she and Jihoon got into a fight with some kid.“ You tell him, seeing how his eyes widen at your words.

“What?!“ He barks loudly. You promptly tell him to stay calm and try to cease the tension by babbling about how you aren't sure if that's the whole story, but it has no purpose. He’s already mad. “I told you that boy is trouble. I don’t want her to ever spend time with him ever again.“ He fumes, making you roll your eyes at him.

“We don’t even know what happened yet, Tae. She refused to talk to me in the car. Maybe it’s not how you think it is.“ You sigh. He doesn’t answer you and instead makes his way to his daughter’s room, quickly followed by you.

When you enter her room, you find her spread out on her bed, sobbing into her pillow. It breaks your heart to see her like this, especially when you don’t know the cause yet. You share a look with Taehyung and see that he resembles your expression while looking back at her with a pained emotion on his face. He carefully makes his way over to her and sits on her bed, delicately rubbing her back to try and soothe her a little. For now, you think it's best if you just keep staying at the doorframe and just observe until you're requested.

“Why are you crying, darling?“ He murmurs, trying to get her to talk to him.

“I don’t want you to yell at me.“ She sobs loudly. Her big eyes looking back at him for just a second.

Taehyung sighs as he continues to rub her back and arm, looking at you helplessly, but this time, you're just as helpless as he is. You already tried everything you could on the drive back home, but she wouldn't say a single word.

“I’m not going to yell, honey. I just want to know what happened today.“ He sympathizes, letting his smooth voice do the trick this time. You watch in awe as Hyejin carefully lifts her head up again to look at him. He instantly sends her an honest smile in hopes of it calming her down a little.

“Promise?“ She rasps.

he nods his head once and holds his pinky up, “promise.“

Now, that seems to seal the deal because she instantly starts to giggle and hooks her little pinky with his. You smile at the scene, feeling your heart burst all of a sudden. Still, before talking, Hyejin contemplates for a while. But she finally sits up and rubs at her tear-stained eyes before she looks from Taehyung to you and back to Taehyung.

“We didn't start it, I swear!“ She whines, “they were all very mean to me, and I just wanted to go home.“

It breaks your heart to hear her say that, but it makes you just as mad. You remember how she was sitting all by herself when you picked her up and can instantly feel your blood boil again.

“What do you mean by that? What did they do?" Taehyung's own frustration is very prominent in his questions. He wants to dig deeper and get to the bottom of it as soon as he can.

“They wouldn't stop making fun of me.“ She suddenly breaks into tears as she falls around his neck. “First, they said mean things about my clothes and then one of the older kids said that my mother left because she didn't love me and that I'm a loser because of that.“ She chokes up at the same time you see Taehyung grit his teeth in anger.

You don't even know what to say. Everything she just said breaks your heart into a million pieces. And just looking at her breaking down in Taehyung's arms because a bunch of little assholes felt the need to make fun of her makes you want to break into tears as well. But you can't do that. Taehyung needs you to be strong because he definitely shouldn't have to care for two crying girls.

Speaking of Taehyung, he looks like he's about to murder someone, but he also has the most pained and heartbreaking expression on his face you've ever seen on him. Since you don't know what to say, you simply walk over to them, take a seat next to Taehyung and hug him from behind with your head resting on his back. This way, you don't only give him some support, but also yourself. And you can feel him relax into our touch instantly.

“It's not true, Hyejin.“ He then mutters after a while of pure silence between the three of you. “You're a wonderful little girl, you hear me?" He lets go of her to look her in the eyes, and you put your chin on his shoulder to do the same. “One would have to be absolutely crazy to not love you.“ He wipes a tear from her eyes and grins at her.

“Exactly, so don't ever listen to what any of them have to say about you. Especially when it's things they have absolutely no idea of.“ You tell her, admiring the smile that's starting to grow on her lips. “But why didn't you tell me?" You croak, pushing some of her wet strands out of her face. “I would've given them a piece of my mind.“

“Their mothers were rude to you too.“ She says under her breath.

You laugh at that, squishing her cheek in the process. “Darling, I'm used to that, and you can completely trust me when I tell you that I don't care about that. What I do care about, though, is you. And if anything or anybody is bothering you, I want you to tell me, okay?" You tell her, squeezing her hand. “You don't have to look out for me, Hyejin. It's my job to look out for you instead.“ She nods her head but doesn't look a hundred percent happy with that.

“So, how did you end up fighting that boy then?" Taehyung then asks her.

Hyejin immediately tenses up again and looks at her hands that are folded in her lap. “I didn’t hit him, daddy.“ She fusses. “I only pushed him. He yanked my hair and wouldn’t let go, and Jihoon only tried to help me, so he punched him in the face.“ She whimpers. “But I swear he didn’t mean to. He just wanted to help me because I got hurt!“ She then gulps, trying to defend her friend.

“Oh, did he now?“ Taehyung somewhat grins, turning his head a little to look at your proud expression that almost screams “I told you so!“. You've always known Team Jihoon is the right place for you, and well, the little guy does not disappoint.

Hyejin nods her head, still looking at her hands intertwined in her lap. “Is he going to get in trouble?“ She whines. “I don’t want him to get in trouble because of me. Yoorim’s mommy said we'll get in a lot of trouble for that and that you will hear from her. What does she mean?“

Taehyung scoffs, eyes momentarily flickering to yours. “She means, she’s looking for trouble. She can be my guest, though. I’m sure I have a lot to tell her too. That ugly old—“

“We’ll talk about that first, yeah?“ You quickly interrupt him, giving him a look that makes him shut up. You see him rolling his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything else. Good for him because you won't risk Hyejin calling her friend's mother an ugly, old-whatever, the next time they meet.

Throwing a quick glance at his watch, Taehyung sighs inwardly. He feels awful about having to leave Hyejin in this state and you for having to deal with her on your own, yet he has to be at work again in an hour for an evening shoot, and he really can’t afford to be late. He sees you already looking at him with a small, sad smile on your lips as you nod your head to tell him it’s okay to leave.

This moment right here is just one of many that remind him once again about how insanely happy he is to have you. If there is anyone who can comfort Hyejin now as well as he can, then that person is you. He doesn’t feel as bad about leaving now, knowing you will be here.

Still, seeing his little angel like this and not being able to cheer her up is hard. “Hyejin, I’m sorry, but I have to leave again for work.“ She looks at him with wobbly lips and big, teary eyes. “I know, I’m sorry. I want to stay too, but Mr. Han was very precise about punctuality this morning. Don’t be sad, honey. ___ will be here, alright?“

Hyejin whines for a little while but finally settles for it and instead crawls into your lap, enjoying the way you play with her hair while you tell her about all the nice things you’re going to do while Taehyung is at work.

He watches you two for a few minutes before he leaves the room with a silly smile on his face.

He only makes it to the kitchen to grab his stuff, though, before you come running after him, calling his name.

“I know you have to leave, and it won’t take long,“ You say apologetically, “but… I just— can we talk about the elephant in the room?“ You sigh, eyes carefully looking around as to look for something — or someone.

“I took care of him. Don’t worry. He won’t bother you.“ Taehyung simply says and immediately notices how his answer doesn’t seem to satisfy you at all.

You watch him with a look in your eyes that’s hard to read, “Where is he?“

He shoulders his bag and offers you a big smile that’s probably supposed to make you feel better, but it doesn’t. You have a bad feeling about this. Especially because he seems to be so calm about it.

“I don’t know, honestly.“ He shrugs, “if we’re lucky, he’s on his way back to wherever he came from.“

You gasp, looking at him with your mouth wide open. “You threw him out?“ Your eyes wander to the floor in shame. That’s definitely not what you wanted. You hoped you could all just talk it out, but this… you don’t really know what to think of it.

“He had it coming.“ Taehyung appears stoic. As if he doesn’t care about his brother at all. “It’s not like he’s living on the streets. He’s a multi-millionaire, ___. He can live wherever he wants. Him staying here was nothing but a nice gesture from me, and the only thing I expected of him in return, is to treat the people I care about with respect. If he can’t even do as much, he can leave. Nobody wanted him here in the first place.“

“That’s not what I wanted, Tae. I did not intend to—“

“Hey, none of this is your fault.“ Taehyung quickly adds, seeing how you seem to struggle with the situation. He carefully lifts your chin with his index finger to make you look at him and smiles at you. “It’s not your fault that things between him and me are the way they are, okay? We never got along well, and I was solely okay with him coming around for Hyejin’s birthday for her sake. But I won’t accept this behavior. And you shouldn't either.“

“I’m not, and I know it’ll sound like I’m an idiot, but I really don’t think he meant it in a bad way? I don’t know. I just think he doesn't really know how to interact with people when it's not about him. I feel like he rarely ever speaks to someone when it’s not about business, you know? I actually feel bad for him.“

Taehyung laughs slightly, shaking his head with an amused expression on his face as he looks at you. “Only you, ___.“ He grins, “Leave it to you to actually feel bad for someone after they disrespected you.“

This time, you can’t help but snort a little as well because, yeah… When he says it like that, it really does kinda make you look like a maniac. “Okay, I get what you mean, but we actually talked a little, and I have a feeling he really doesn’t have anyone. Being lonely and not having anyone to turn to sucks, Tae. I would know.“

He smiles at you as he struggles to speak his actual thoughts. The truth is, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about his brother’s social life or the cause of his disgusting behavior. But for some reason, you seem to. And he really doesn’t want to come off as an even bigger douche than he probably already has, but he also doesn’t wanna lie to you.

“It’s possible, sure.“ He sighs, “but it really isn’t my problem, nor is it yours. If he’d be a little less of an ass towards other people, things could be different. Who knows? So, please do me a favor and stop thinking about him. He’s gone: Probably eating some overpriced fancy food in the size of an eyeball in a place we never even heard of.“ He tries to joke and actually tickles a barely audible laugh out of you. But even when he sees you nod your head and form a little smile on your lips, he can see that you don’t actually agree with him.

“Sometimes you just have to put a little work into something instead of immediately giving up and... send the person you don't get along with packing.“ You try for the last time with a bit of hope noticeable in your otherwise quiet voice.

Unsurprisingly, he only grins at your attempt at an argument and shakes his head while he leans closer. “And sometimes, all you have to do is get rid of toxic people who try to bring you down.“ he says with his deep, comforting voice. “It can be as simple as that. You don't always necessarily have to be on good terms with everyone. Sometimes people just don't match.“ While he looks at you with determination in his eyes, you understand the deeper meaning of his words. Maybe he's right, after all. Perhaps your habit of seeing only the good in everyone is something you should reconsider from time to time.

As he takes you into his arms, in a well-needed embrace, his eyes fall on the clock on the wall, and he inwardly curses when he sees the time. “I really hate to do this, ___, but I need to leave now. We’ll talk later, okay?“ He sighs.

“Oh no!“ You gasp, “now you’re going to be late because of me. I’m so sorry!“ You really feel bad now. You should’ve discussed this with him later, not the moment he was about to leave for work. If his boss really is as bad as he says, he’s going to be so mad now.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.“ He says, “I’ll just have to skip a few red lights, speed like a mad man, you know? All that bad stuff, bad boys like me do all the time.“ He shrugs.

“With the emphasis on boy,“ you joke, looking into his scowling face right after.

“Hey, why are you making fun of me? You should be blushing and giggling or hanging on my arm right now.“ He whines. “That’s what Google told me when I was looking up ways to make you swoon last night.“

This time he really makes you laugh out loud and brightens your mood instantly with his lame-ass jokes like he always does. “To be honest, it suddenly turned insanely hot in here.“ You joke along, using your hand to fan your face, while you accompany him to the front door, where he grabs his jacket.

“I knew I could trust puthy_banger69. He just sounded very experienced.“

“Are you sure? Because that low-key sounds like a name Jungkook would use.“ You deadpan.

Taehyung’s confident smirk is wiped off his face in no time as he gasps dramatically. “Oh no…“

Stifling your laugh, you try to shove him out of the door, trying to hinder him from being any later than he has to. “You have to go if you don’t want Mr. Han to yell at you again.“

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Bold of you to assume he won’t find a way to yell at me either way.“ He says. “ I said it once, imma say it until I die: That man’s only purpose in life is to yell at me.“ He looks like he really doesn’t want to leave, but after a while of contemplating, he decides to be an adult and do it anyway.

“I’ll see you later.“ You say to him, smiling brightly. “And drive safe, please!“ You quickly yell after him, knowing he made a joke earlier but still fear he could drive recklessly just to avoid getting in trouble with his boss.

You only hear him affirm with a hum before he disappears around the corner.

Unfortunately, Taehyung comes home way later than he thought. He expects you to be waiting for him already, willing to go home. That's why he’s so surprised when he steps into the apartment and isn’t greeted by your concerned face, asking him how his day went like you usually do.

Instead, he hears quiet voices coming from the living room and is pleased to see the TV running while you and Hyejin seem to have fallen asleep on the couch to what looks like Frozen. Yet again. Apparently, there is no other Disney movie Hyejin loves as much as this one.

This honestly just has to mark the most wholesome sight he’s ever laid eyes on. He watches your sleeping state, face deeply nestled in Hyejin’s hair, while you hug her tight with one arm, so she doesn’t fall off the couch. It reminds him of the day he held you like this when he was the one you fell asleep with on the couch. And when his gaze wanders down to Hyejin, he immediately notices how she looks the most peaceful he’s ever seen her while sleeping. Usually, she's quite the messy sleeper, which is an indicator of why he always ends up with her feet or arms in his face after she sneaks her way into his bed. Looks like she sleeps a lot more secure when you’re the one hugging her close to you.

Not able to restrain himself, he quietly takes his camera, that’s still tightly nudged in his hand from work, and snaps a photo of this delightful moment. He can’t help it. He’s a photographer, after all. It’d be a sin for him to not hold onto this moment for as long as he can — even if it’s merely through a camera lens. He knows you wouldn’t want it, given that you gave them all a strict no-photo rule on one of the first days you met and he also kinda feels like a creep for taking photos of you while you sleep, but as said already, he simply couldn’t restrain himself. And lo and behold, what you don’t know, won’t hurt you.

This photo will specifically be for his eyes only.

Putting his things away, he smiles down at the both of you for a little while longer before he carefully takes Hyejin in his arms. It's a lot harder than he thought, considering you have quite the hold on her, but he eventually manages to carry her into her room, so she can sleep more comfortably inside her own bed.

When he comes back into the living room, he’s a little disappointed to see you’ve woken up. Tiredly rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you look around with a confused frown on your beautiful face.

“I brought her to bed.“ He says in a hushed voice, to not accidentally startle you. “I’m sorry I woke you up.“

Your sleepy eyes finally land on him, and a tired smile replaces the confused look on your face. “Oh, hey. I’m sorry, I fell asleep.“ You croak, voice scratchy from sleep. Taehyung thinks it’s the most adorable sound he’s ever heard. “I would’ve wanted you to wake me up anyway.“

Taehyung watches you while you make your way into the kitchen, admiring you with every step you take.

“Who on earth thought it was a good idea to put the glasses this up high? Only giants can reach them.“ He hears you complain like a minute after you have disappeared from his eyesight. He chuckles and follows you, seeing how you desperately try to reach the upper kitchen cabinet which holds all the glasses.

You can feel him coming up behind you, feel the heat radiate from his front while he’s pressed up against your back. “Jungkook and I don’t have a problem reaching them.“ He breathes against your ear, his hand brushing against yours as he reaches for a glass. But he doesn’t withdraw from you. He puts the glass down and instead places his hand firmly on your hip, wrapping his other arm around your waist to keep you close.

A breathy laugh escapes our lips as you gently tilt your head, feeling him bury his face against your neck, “Smooth.“

He grins as he inhales your scent, placing a soft kiss over the pulse point on your neck. “Well, I do have one or two tricks up my sleeve.“ He takes your hand and turns you around in one swift motion, pressing you up against the counter.

“Mhmm…I might have noticed.“ Your words come out as a breathy moan, the reason being how his innocent kisses slowly turn into little bites along your neck. You’re just about to tell him not to leave any marks when he suddenly pushes his lips against yours, sealing your mouths in a kiss.

His lips are sheathing yours in such a passionate way that has you both instantly moaning as your hands wander up, one slightly tugging at his hair while the other is placed on his shoulder as you try to get him even closer. He kisses you so good it could make you crazy right on the spot. And it can only be topped when he pushes his tongue between your lips and gently lets it roll against yours with a delicious groan roaring inside his chest.

His kisses turn hungry, eager even, and it makes new waves of longing and need flood through your body.

You feel how Taehyung suddenly places you on one of the barstools, carefully trying not to hurt you on anything before he places himself between your legs and hungrily kisses you again.

It’s a long and passionate kiss that makes you so weak in your knees, you’re happy you’re sitting down. Lips perfectly molding against yours, he swallows every single one of your breathy moans while he slowly rolls his hips against yours.

“I missed you,“ his confession comes out as a hushed moan, and it undoubtedly drives you crazy.

“Had a rough day?“ You ask rather absently when all you can really concentrate on are his lips on the little spot under your ear.

“Day?“ He scoffs. “This whole fucking week– I couldn't concentrate at all. Was thinking about you the entire time.“ He murmurs, slowly dragging his teeth back to your lips and biting your bottom lip when he reaches his destination. It makes another low moan roll off your tongue and seems to take it as a chance to push his tongue between your lips to taste you properly again.

He once again grinds his groin against yours in a desperate attempt to cause any kind of friction, even if it’s as small as that. That alone already feels fucking amazing.

You can clearly feel his hardening bulge against you – as if you weren’t already turned on enough. And it seems like a shot of confidence spreads through your body when you suddenly cup it with your hand, making him groan into your mouth before he withdraws from you a little to look you in the eyes.

“Want me to help?“ You ask him sweetly, biting your lip.

“Holy shit–“ he pants, and with one swift motion, drags your legs around his waist and hoists you up. The only word he’s able to mumble against your lip is “bedroom“ before he’s kissing you yet again.

Suddenly, a loud gasp can be heard, and you break your kiss in an instant.

“Oh my god, Tae!“ You shriek, hastily letting go of him and pushing his hands off of you as well, as your eyes fall on Hyejin in absolute horror. She's standing in the doorframe, her eyes exactly set on you and Taehyung with her mouth wide open.

“Hyejin, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be asleep.“ Taehyung scolds her, still breathing heavily from his earlier activities.

Well, at least, being caught red-handed in a heavy make-out session by your daughter is an immediate boner killer, so that at least safes him an even bigger embarrassment.

“Daddy, you kissed ___! I saw you! I saw you kissing her!“ She beams, cheeks as red as a tomato.

Panicked, he looks at you, but your face resembles his in your flustered state, while you too don’t know what to tell her now.

“Ahm… Hyejin. We— it’s late, darling. Come on, I’ll bring you back to bed.“ He stutters, not knowing what to say in the slightest. One thing is for sure though, she will not forget about it in the near future.

“No!“ She whines. “I want ___ to take me.“

“Hyejin—“

“It’s alright. I’ll take her.“ You smile a little awkwardly, desperately trying to act as normal and unbothered as possible.

Taehyung sighs but gives you a thankful smile when you take her hand in yours and guide her back to her room. He follows the two of you silently. Hyejin doesn’t take her eyes off you for even one second the whole way back to her room, but she doesn’t say a word. Only when she’s lying in her bed, securely tucked into her blanket, her favorite stuffed animal cuddled against her, is when she giggles quietly.

“Does that mean you really are my mum now, ___?“ She whispers, beaming up at you with those huge eyes.

For some reason, it feels like your soul just left your body, watching you from above as you just sit there and stare at Hyejin with your mouth a little open as if you’re about to say something. But no words come out — what are you supposed to say? This is the worst thing that could have happened tonight, and you feel like your holding a tiny heart in your hand, ready to crush it with one simple word that lingers on your tongue, but doesn’t come out.

“Hyejin, please just go to sleep. It’s late.“ The sound of Taehyung’s low baritone is what gets you out of your head again.

“I’ve seen Jihoon’s and Eunji’s mommy and daddy kiss once, so—“

“Hyejin.“ Taehyung says again, just a bit more firm this time. “Stop it. Just sleep now.“ There’s a hint of desperation in his voice, and you can only guess how uncomfortable this whole situation must be for him when it’s already this bad for you.

You clear your throat and mask something like a smile on your face as you bend over to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Sleep tight, little angel, and don’t let that mischievous little brain of yours keep you up any longer, do you hear me?“ You playfully frown at her and boop her nose, which makes her giggle as she shuffles deeper into the blanket.

Even Taehyung, who has been nothing but on edge for the last couple of minutes, can’t help but smile to himself at the sight as leans against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of his chest and his head leaning against the frame. You somehow managed to turn the most embarrassing moment into one of love and comfort. He shouldn’t be surprised by that anymore, but he is anyway.

When the two of you leave Hyejin’s room again, you simply walk back to the kitchen side by side, not saying a word. The moment you reach the living room, the silence is too much for you to handle, and you decide to break it at the same time Taehyung opens his mouth to say something as well.

“I’m so sorry.“ You both blurt out at the same time, looking at each other, falling into a set of quiet laughs right after.

“Why are you sorry?“ Taehyung asks you. “You didn’t do anything.“

“You didn’t either.“ You shrug.

“No, but…,“ he groans, rubbing his hand over his face in frustration, “I’m so sorry for Hyejin, she— Ugh, I— please don’t feel obligated to—“

“Tae, it’s alright.“ You chuckle, gripping his arm tightly to stop his stammering. “She’s a child, that was just— for a child of her age, that is probably just a logical conclusion, I think.“

“I know it’s just that I don’t want you to be freaked out by that or something.“ He sighs, and you can clearly see the distress on his face.

“No, don’t worry, it’s… It’s our fault, really. We shouldn’t have done that in the first place.“ You almost miss the way his face falls at your words, and you gasp, looking at him alarmed. “No! No, I didn’t mean it like that!“

“Do you regret it?“ He asks you.

“No! I didn’t mean the kiss itself… I mean that we shouldn’t have done all that in the kitchen. Now we just made everything… complicated. It’s our fault that she’s confused now.“ You sigh.

Taehyung clears his throat, and you can see that he’s way more relaxed now than he was just a few seconds ago when a little smile breaks through his face. “Yeah… She’ll get over it, though. Don’t worry.“ He smirks.

“Don’t even try. You know exactly that’s not true.“ You laugh. He joins in because he knows you’re right.

“Sooo, I guess the offer doesn’t stand anymore, huh?“ He asks, obviously referring to what you were about to do before Hyejin woke up. You only give him a look, and he already nods approvingly, “yeah, didn’t think so anyway.“ He laughs a little awkwardly, massaging his neck.

You can’t help but laugh slightly at his blunt request, shaking your head in the process, “I better drive home now.“ You then say, also feeling a little awkward around him. “It’s getting pretty late.“

Taehyung is disappointed but he desperately tries to not let it show because he doesn’t want you to think he’s only hoping to get lucky tonight. The mood is already ruined anyway, and he doesn’t even think about that kinda stuff anymore. He still doesn’t want you to leave, though. For some reason, he kinda hoped you would stay, even if he knows you can’t — given that you have Yoongi’s car and you have to go to work tomorrow morning.

“Yes, sure, of course, you have to go. I— right.“

His adorable pout makes you grin, and you wouldn’t say it, but you don’t want to leave either. You know you can’t stay, though. You couldn’t stay even if you didn't have Yoongi’s car simply because… well, you just can’t. It’s as simple as that.

The moment you’re about to turn around and leave is when he reaches out and grabs you. “You’re working tomorrow, right?“ He asks you right after, followed by another quick peck to our lips.

You grin, “yes, but don’t worry, I’ll take her to the shop with me. It won’t be a problem.“

“Okay, so I had an idea.“ He says, sheepishly smiling at you. “You can say no, of course, but I’ll be late again tomorrow. Not this late, thank god, but still later than usual—“

“Jesus, Tae, spit it out already.“ You chuckle, interrupting his blabbering while you tighten your arms around his neck, which automatically draws him a little closer.

He lets out a breathy laugh, leaning his forehead against yours, as he apparently likes to do. “What would you say if I went to get something to eat after work, then drove straight to your place, and we’d have a nice takeout dinner?… We could just have a cozy evening at yours?“

“You mean something like a date?“

“Something like a date— but with Hyejin.“ He affirms, grinning. “I hope that’s okay.“

“Sounds great, actually.“

“Yeah?“

“Yeah.“ You grin, leaning forward just a little so your noses brush against each other.

Taehyung repeats your actions, angling his head a little to the side. “I’m sorry it won’t just be us two, though.“ He breathes against your lips. “I promise, I’ll make it up to you.“

“I’m not complaining. I love having her around, you know that.“

“Yes and me too, but I would also… love a little alone time… sometimes.“ Noticing how you raise a brow in question, he quickly withdraws from you, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean it like that. I—“

He’s interrupted by your light scoff, “Sure you didn’t.“

“I didn't!“ He laughs, “Okay, I mean I wouldn’t mind, of course—“

“I’m gonna leave now. It’s getting late.“ You chuckle, already twisting the doorknob in your hand, but he once again doesn’t let you.

“But for real now, maybe if we hand her a bottle of water and a bag of Oreos alongside a laptop that plays Disney movies, she might survive a few hours outside of your door.“ He jokes, pinning you against the door once more.

You gasp but can’t hide your laugh this time, “I’m honestly so done with you for today. I’m leaving. Yoongi is probably wondering where I am already.“

Taehyung scoffs, not moving an inch, but instead holds your waist even tighter. “You can just tell me if I annoy you, you don’t have to make up excuses, okay? We both know Yoongi doesn’t give a damn.“ He keeps on joking, turning his face into a pout.

“Alright then. You’re annoying.“ You say, trying to keep your face clean of any emotion.

“Jesus, ___, why do you have to play with my heart like that?“ He sighs.

You brush his hair out of his face for a moment as to look at him properly. His hair has gotten rather long, but it suits him just as much as any other hairstyle would. He’s just shamelessly handsome, and nothing can change that. It's unfair, really.

Before you can say anything, he starts to lean forward and slowly kisses up your neck until he reaches your ear and carefully nibbles on it, making you squirm with a breathy laugh.

“You seem a little playful tonight.“ You breathe.

“I am.“ He mumbles between kisses. “Told you I was out of it this whole week.“

You sigh unwillingly, leaning your head against the door as to allow him even better access. “Tae, I really need to go now.“ Despite your words, you make no move to push him off of you, though. Biting your lip to suppress a moan, you instead draw him even closer.

“I’m sure you have a few minutes left.“ He breathes, kissing his way up to your lips before he catches them with his own in an anticipated kiss. “I really wanna keep you here.“ He says between kisses, making it even harder for you to leave.

Somehow you end up flat on the couch, with him on top of you, making out like the debacle with Hyejin never happened in the first place. Okay, but let's be honest: what are the chances that she'll wake up and catch you twice in one night?

“So… about that bedroom of yours...“ You bite your lip, looking at him expectantly after a while of simply making out with him.

The sheer look on his face looks like something between a child on Christmas and pure shock, and you can understand that reaction, seeing how you wouldn’t have expected that from yourself either. The thing is, though, thinking about it, you both clearly want more, the chance of Hyejin waking up again isn’t that high, Jungkook won’t be home for a few more hours, and Yoongi can wait for his stupid car. It’s not like he'll have to drive somewhere at this hour.

“Wait, are… are you sure?“ He scans your face, clearly looking for any signs of you making fun of him, but he can’t see anything but pure lust and anticipation as you nod your head. And before you even know it, you’re back in your earlier position with your legs wrapped around his waist as he carries you both to his room.

This time, you thankfully aren’t interrupted, and with no time at all, he has you spread out on his bed.

As he hovers above you, he simply cannot stop himself from looking at you. His eyes once again scan every single part of your face. He can’t believe he’s here right now. With you. Like this. His mind wanders to what’s about to come as he looks at you. And then he blinks, seeing how you wear a smirk on your beautiful face as you stare back at him. He can only imagine how starved and eager he has to look right now. Everything about you makes him crazy, and the fact that his last action with someone was years ago doesn't help one bit.

He’s painfully hard, and he knows you can feel it too. Well, it’s not like he tries to hide it, given how he has his crotch pressed tightly against yours. You suddenly reach out, draping your arm around his neck to make him lean in once again to kiss you. Unlike the kisses you shared only a couple of minutes before, this one is slow and soft, gentle but passionate, like it’s the last time he’s ever going to kiss you.

He slowly kisses down your neck, leaving little bites and licks all the way to your collar, where he then takes his time to lightly nip on your skin. Your soft moans reach his ears, and he swears he feels like he’s losing it already. All of that, and you haven’t even started yet.

“Can I take this off?“ He asks you breathlessly, slightly tugging at your shirt as he looks at your flustered state while you nod your head, already gripping the ends of your shirt to help him get it off quicker.

A wave of shivers overcome your body as his knuckles lightly brush the bare skin on your sides as he helps you out of your shirt, quickly followed by your jeans until you lay before him in nothing but your undergarments.

Taehyung takes a moment to drink in that new sight of yours. He knows he said it more than once, but you are absolutely beautiful. No one in this world can take his breath away like you simply by laying there in front of him.

“Hello, ladies. Pleasure to meet again.“ He grins, cupping your boobs with his huge hands while looking up at you.

“Only for the sake of the mood am I going to pretend that you talking to my boobs is perfectly normal.“ You look to the side as you try to keep yourself from laughing.

“We have history. It would be rude of me to act like we never met before.“ He looks down again with a dreamy smile on his lips as he sighs.

You can’t help but giggle slightly at his stupidity, but you’re very grateful for it as well, seeing how it eases your nerves quite a lot.

He attaches his lips back onto your skin, now especially focusing on the parts of you that were previously hidden from him, while he delicately follows the curves of your breasts with his lips. He lightly nips at the skin as his eyes catch yours in a silent plea to take of what’s keeping him from seeing the rest of you as well.

You don’t have the patience to wait for him to make the next move, though, so your hands quickly work their way to your back to unclasp your bra yourself. As if that has triggered something in him, the thing is immediately ripped off of you as soon as he hears the little clicking noise. This time he doesn't even waste a second before he’s kissing you on the lips again while his hands caress the skin on your thighs, your stomach, your arms, and sides, covering every little inch of your skin in tiny little goosebumps.

And then he finally inches his hands up to your now naked breasts. His thumbs delicately caress the skin all-around your nipples but never actually touch them, making you squirm under him in frustration. You don't think much of it, though, until you feel his naughty smirk through your shared kiss.

“What’s wrong, babe?“ He murmurs against your lips, still wearing that stupid smirk on his face as he looks at you with mischief. “Are you in a rush or something?“ Biting his lip to try and hide his amusement, he takes a look at your breast, especially noticing the hard numbs peaking out already.

Noticing how he seems to enjoy your frustration, you frown. “No, but you could really— oh“ Your request ends up in a moan when he decides to not let you finish your sentence, but instead circle your right nipple with his thumb while he closes his lips around the other. He's just gently sucking and then flicking over it with the tip of his tongue before he changes sides, doing the exact same thing to your other nipple. You try to keep your moans low and quiet, not forgetting about the child sleeping soundly in her bed upstairs, but it’s so hard to not let completely lose already — and he hasn’t even reached the spot that’s literally aching to be touched by him. Oh, Lord.

“Mh, you like that?“ He breathes against your skin, finally getting rid of his own shirt in the process. He carelessly tosses it somewhere in a corner, seizing you up and down with his lustful gaze.

God, he’s so hot like this. Eyeing you up like you’re his prey. You’re not used to that look on him, but you definitely don’t mind it. it makes you wonder about what he’s like in bed. Is he rough? Is he gentle? You honestly can’t tell. Judging from the way you got to know him until now, he strikes you like the passionate kind of lover. The type that makes sure his partner feels almost sacred and attaches great importance to the right mood and atmosphere. But then again, he does have the looks of an all-grown-up fuck boy. One who gives it to you fast and hard and won’t stop until you’re screaming his name. Your thoughts alone let you breathe hard as you look at him, and you decide that you honestly don’t care about any of that. You just really want him - need him. Now.

He presses sloppy kisses in a straight line from your breasts down your body until he reaches the soft material of your panties. You watch him intently as his eyes never leave yours while he bites into them and slowly pulls them down with his teeth. He then throws them somewhere on the floor before he places himself right between your legs again, placing each of your legs on his back before he leans over to give you a long kiss on the lips, slowly rocking his still-clothed dick against your wetness. You both moan into the kiss, your hands resting somewhere in his hair in an attempt to bring him closer to you, and he presses himself more into you, letting you feel how hard he is for you.

Biting your lower lip, he starts to explore with his fingers, letting them run over your stomach, down your thighs, and then up again until his right hand starts to slowly inch closer to your aching mound. As he lets his middle finger slowly run over your folds, you see his face instantly turn serious, and his eyes get even darker with lust. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already.“ He groans and then dips his finger in, fully coating it in your juices, which again has you moaning under him. Even one of his fingers feels so good you feel like you could come on the spot. And it only makes you even needier for what’s about to come.

He pumps his finger in and out a few times, adding a second one as he watches your face contort in pleasure from the small release he’s offering you, and he loves it. Loves the way your full lips part open as puffs of breathy moans come out of your mouth, loves the way your eyes squeeze shut only to slightly open again to look at him through a hazy daze that almost makes you look drunk. He loves how you rock your hips against his fingers to seek more from him. Oh fuck, he feels like he could come only from watching you.

“Tae, please.“ he hears you moan, smirking at your needy expression and knowing exactly what you want from him. “Please stop teasing me.“ Your voice comes out breathlessly, and he comes close to embarrassing himself right then and there, no joke.

Sending a teasing smirk your way, he takes both of his fingers out and leaves you aching with an urgent need to be filled, which results in you letting out a needy whine because that’s definitely not what you’ve been asking for.

But then he brings them up to his mouth and starts sucking off any amount of your juices that was left on them, groaning loudly at the sweet taste. Slides down a little, he aligns himself right above your glistening pussy, enjoying the view before he darts his eyes away to look at you again, “Will you let me eat you out and get a proper taste first, babe?“

“Yes, fuck, just fucking do something already.“ You groan, making him chuckle at your eagerness. But he thankfully grows a heart and doesn’t lose any more time before he gets right to it, licking a long stripe all the way from your entrance up to your clit, lightly sucking on it after. You moan out a muddled curse, followed by a few louder ones before your eyes grow wide as you quickly remember that you have to stay somewhat quiet and clasp your hand over your mouth.

Taehyung’s little chuckle at your reaction sends some extra vibrations through your pussy which makes it even harder for you to stay quiet but he doesn’t seem to care as he dips his tongue into your entrance every now and then, moaning at your taste. “God, you taste so fucking amazing. Even better than I imagined.“ He mumbles, voice coming out heavy and hungry. He’s licking your folds again right after but adding his fingers now too, both of them curling up inside you, massaging the spot that has your whole body trembling.

You’re a moaning mess with your back arching off the mattress if it wasn’t for his arm pushing you down again. “Fuck, Tae, I’m so close.“ you moan breathlessly, “I’m going to come.“ Taehyung’s only answer is a deep hum against you, never stopping his actions nor slowing down.

He could already feel you getting closer just by how ragged your breaths come out and by the way you clench around his fingers but hearing you moaning out his name has him see stars as well. Knowing that he’s the reason for your moans and muffled screams is like winning the lottery, and he really has to watch out that he won’t come as well.

Meanwhile, you feel like you’re about to explode. Thighs quivering on each side of his head as your hand is buried in his hair, while the other is gripping the bed sheet as if your life depends on it. It only takes a couple of more flicks to your clit with his tongue until he’s pushing you over the edge, making you almost scream out but you quickly bite into the flesh of your arm to muffle the sounds while he helps you ride out your orgasm, leaving open mouth kisses all over your pussy.

Lust is flooding your gaze as you look into his eyes, making your eyes seem darker than they’ve ever been before. You’ve never looked more beautiful than in that moment, looking all fucked out and devilishly hot. You practically look like a sin, and he’s so down for it.

He builds himself up again, kneeling in front of you, still in between your legs, as he brings a hand up to rake through his hair, looking like a whole ass sex god that way. With his muscles on display, wiping the rest of your juices from his chin with the back of his hand. You lay your hand on his abs, tracing them with your fingers until you reach the hem of his boxers. You hook a finger into the seem, watching how his breath quickens immediately, and you smirk.

Good to know you seem to have the same effect on him as he has on you.

You grin as you get on your knees now as well. Kissing him hard, you lick into his mouth and taste yourself on his tongue while you tear his boxers down and let his dick spring free in an instant. Breaking your kiss, you take a moment to look at it, your gaze tracing every inch as you lick your lips. He’s big, which honestly doesn’t surprise you, but he’s also very thick, looking painfully hard, and you can feel your mouth watering only by the pure image of having him inside you.

“Your turn.“ You breathe against his lips and sneak your hand over his toned stomach until you reach his dick. You feel it twitch in your hand as soon as you grip it and run your thumb over the rim around the head, enjoying the deep moan that rumbles out of Taehyung’s chest as a result of your actions. Pumping him a few times, you fall in love with those delicious sounds escaping his lips as you do. But before you can replace your hand with your mouth, which actually was the initial plan, he quickly grips your wrist, to keep you from going any further.

You look at him, confusion written all over your face, “What’s wrong?“ You pout, trying to free your wrist from his grasp to continue, but he doesn’t let you.

“What’s wrong is that I’m already about to come, and I can’t let that happen now, can I?“ He chuckles lowly, loosening his grip on your wrist. “Trust me, baby, I really wanna feel your pretty lips wrapped around me too, but I guess we’ll have to reschedule for that if you still want me to fuck you properly today. I have a feeling this won’t last as long as I’d like it to anyway.“ He groans.

Before you can say anything to that, he’s laying you flat on your back again and presses his lips against yours in a long and hard kiss. This new position you’re in allows his hard member to rub against your soaking pussy just right, and you both can’t help but moan into your kiss. You feel the underside of his dick rub against your clit, and it has you whimper underneath him in pleasure. But it also makes you crave for more. You need more.

“Fuck, I need you now, Tae.“ Feeling like you physically can’t wait any longer, you spread your legs further apart and push him closer against your center with your feet on his lower back until the tip is pressed against your entrance. Almost like a reflex, one of his hands grabs your thigh, while his thumb brushes over your folds, spreading your wetness all over them. “Do you have a condom?“ You moan out, loving the way even just his fingers feel inside you while he’s fucking you open, prepping you for his cock.

But as soon as those words leave your lips, he halts and gasps. Shocked gaze trailing from your pussy to your eyes, and you know what that means. You groan loudly, for the first time not out of pleasure, as you give him a look. “Taehyung,“ you whine, “please tell me that’s a joke.“

“Fuck! I—I’m sorry. I just—I didn’t think we’d be doing this today. I—I’m sorry.“ He stutters, feeling the most frustrated he’s ever felt before as he looks at you. Here you are, naked and spread out under him, waiting for him to finally fuck you, and his stupid fucking dumbass doesn’t have a condom?!

You sigh, running your fingers through your hair as you contemplate letting him fuck you without one. You are on the pill after all, but you’d still prefer for him to wear a condom during your first time having sex. It’s not that you don’t trust him, it’s just that you’d really feel more at ease, having one.

But your train of thought is suddenly interrupted with Taehyung jumping up from the bed and pulling on his boxers at lightning speed while yelling Jungkook’s name.

“What?“ You mutter to yourself, watching him confused.

“I’m sure he has some in his room.“ He grins widely, quickly pecking your lips before he runs to his door. “Wait here.“ He calls over his shoulder. “Just... please don’t leave, okay?“

You chuckle to yourself at his weird request. As if there was any chance for you to suddenly vanish.

Taehyung runs to Jungkook’s room as if his life depends on it, rummaging through his drawers in a hurry, scared you could get bored and leave or something. “Come on, Jungkook, please don’t disappoint me now.“ He murmurs, swearing when he doesn’t find anything. Grasping on his last strand of hope, he opens the last drawer and almost cheers loudly when he finds a whole box that’s never been opened before. Sighing relieved, he quickly darts back into his own room, where you’re still laying on his bed, smiling brightly, when he shows you what he found.

Locking the door, he quickly joins you again, deposing of his boxers on the way. He doesn’t lose a single second, getting one out of the box and tearing it open with his teeth before he rolls it over his still-hard cock. His hands grip your thighs, and he drags you closer to him with one hard pull, making you gasp in surprise at his sudden movement, but he only smirks at you as he aligns himself in front of your entrance.

“You still want this?“ He asks you, patiently waiting for your answer while leaning forward to capture your lips in a hot kiss. He just can’t help himself. He can’t stop tasting you.

“I do. Please fuck me.“

And that’s all the confirmation he needs before he slowly pushes in.

Admittedly, Taehyung was a bundle of nerves up until now, the feeling actually reminding him of the time he lost his virginity. There are just so many fears running through his head as he looks into your beautiful face, seeing you lay under him – naked. Looking nothing but perfect while you wait for him to touch you and make you feel good – make you feel the way you deserve. And these thoughts just put a lot of pressure on him because… well, what if he can’t serve?

Taehyung has never had these thoughts before because he quite frankly never had a problem making a girl cum before. He knows he’s a good lover — many have told him so. And he never had a reason to think anything else, but the last time he had sex was literal years ago.

What if he has unlearned? Can you even unlearn how to fuck good? And anyway, even if you can’t, there is still no guarantee that you’ll like his performance just as much as his former lovers did.

So yeah… He’s nervous. Very nervous. But there’s no time for that right now. He can’t concentrate on himself and his inner turmoil. Not when he should only concentrate on you. So all he can do is push everything that isn’t you to the back of his head and simply pray to everyone that might hear him that he won’t come too soon.

What he doesn’t know, though, is that you actually feel the exact same way. You worry just as much, if not more because you know that he’s undoubtedly way more experienced than you are. Maybe not when it comes to sex itself, but definitely when it’s about sexual partners.

He’s had his fair share of women in his life, you’re sure, whereas you have only ever had one guy. Everything you did, everything you tried out and experienced was with the same person you’ve known and trusted for years on end. You knew how he ticked, knew how he worked more than he did, but you have no idea if these are things that are just common among the male species or if they only apply to him.

You have no idea how Taehyung’s body works. And even if you know that those are things that will come with time and that your fears are probably totally excessive – you can’t help but feel extremely nervous, nonetheless. You just wish for your first time with him to be great for the both of you and not just you.

Gladly, the moment he thrusts inside you and makes a billion nerves all over your body go crazy for him, the majority of your fears are thrown out of the window.

You don’t miss the sweet, tiny gasp that leaves his lips as the tip makes its way through your walls while you let out a desperate moan feeling how he enters you deeper and deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully inside.

“Oh fuck, yes. I wanted this for so long, you wouldn't believe it.“ With his face buried deep in your neck, he waits for you to adjust to his length while he completely drowns in the feeling of your tight, wet pussy around him. You don’t need much time, though. Your need and want for him make it easy for you, and his words add a lot to your confidence.

“You can move, Tae.“ You whisper as you feel him press a few sloppy kisses to the spot right below your ear, and as on-demand, he then starts pulling out just a little before thrusting inside again. It stings a little every time he thrusts back in, as a result of him being bigger than what you’re used to, but at the same time, it feels too good for you to properly notice.

Your hand travels to the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there while the other rests on his back, feeling the muscles contract there every time he thrusts back in with a low rumbling growl. His pace is almost painfully slow at first, but it feels so insanely good you could scream. Unfortunately, you have to keep quiet, so you end up biting your lip until you almost draw blood.

“Fuck, you feel so good.“ He grunts, almost pulling out completely before he pushes back in with one exceptionally hard thrust that makes a particularly loud moan escape your lips. “I swear, I can never get enough of you.“ His moans almost come out as whines as he’s picking up the speed just a little, gripping your thighs a little harder and pushing your legs a little higher up against your stomach to reach a better angle. This way, he can fuck you even deeper.

He’d love to pound his cock into you at a faster pace, but he has to hold himself back if he doesn’t want to spill his load before you. So he instead keeps fucking you slow and deep, each thrust being a little more intense than the one before, earning him more and more of those beautiful moans from you.

Still, as he feels you clench around him, he knows he won’t be able to hold back for much longer. “I’m gonna come soon.“ He groans, trying to muffle the sound somehow by lightly biting into your shoulder which has you moaning as well.

He fills you up completely, making you almost see stars with the way he moves, the way he touches you, looks at you, all of these combined. You curse slightly at his words, biting your lip even harder, as you rasp out a strained, “please.“

“What is it, baby?“ He breathes against your lips as another low growl rumbles from his chest.

“Me too,“ you breathe, “M’ so close, Tae.“

“Then come, baby. Come for me.“ He urges you with his words coming out in ragged breaths as he’s trying to hold himself together.

It doesn’t take much after this for you. The moment he brings his thumb down to rub your clit while he pounds into you with a faster pace, you're almost screaming out in pleasure, and it’s enough to send you over the edge. “God, fuck, Taehyung!“ You try to muffle your screams, but it probably doesn’t do much — The rush of your climax being far too intense.

Your orgasm comes to you in waves, rolling through your body, letting it shake and vibrate uncontrollably while you clench around him. Taehyung cries out in pleasure not long after, the intense rush of your orgasm and your walls pulsating around him being enough to send him over the edge as well. You can feel every single one of his muscles contradict while his body trembles, only followed by a couple more sloppy thrusts inside you before he finally comes as well and fills the condom with his cum.

He remains above you for a little while longer as you feel him softening inside you. You're both breathing heavily as you come down from your highs, and when you feel brave enough to look up and see his eyes already set on you, it’s when you both muster a shy smile on your faces.

“So… this happened.“ Taehyung chuckles before he leans down to place a quick peck on your lips.

“That was…“

“Fucking amazing.“ He groans, rolling off you. He quickly disposes of the condom but immediately joins you again.

You can’t help but snort as you turn your head to look into his already smirking face. “Could you be any more cliche?“

“What, do you want to tell me something else?“ He leisurely puts his arm around you and pushes you against his side, letting the tips of fingers delicately slide over the skin on your back and your ribcage.

Meanwhile, you rest your hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “Not gonna lie, I’d love to wipe that overly proud grin off your face right now,“ you hear him snort before he buries his face into your hair to tickle a stifled laugh out of you, “but no, I don't.“ You venture before pressing a kiss to his chest. “It was pretty amazing.“

A low murmur of agreement is all you get in response as his deep breaths reach your ears. These, together with the way he caresses your skin, are slowly but surely about to lull you to sleep.

“Just so you know,“ he suddenly speaks up, making you open your eyes again, “Usually I can go longer...“ he drifts off, clearing his throat right after as you fall into a fit of small chuckles.

“I mean, you made me cum twice without much difficulty. You may pat yourself on the back.“ You grin, sending a wink his way, which he gladly accepts with a smirk of his own.

“Yeah... But imma show you what I really got, next time.“

“Next time?" You ask, acting as if you'd have to think about it while he only laughs at your obvious act.

A big yawn suddenly overcomes you before you can say anything else to that and you rub your tired eyes. “I'm so tired.“ You mumble, only half awake by now.

“Then sleep, baby.“ He mutters against your skin in a low whisper. He carefully reaches for his blanket and drapes it over your still naked bodies before he draws you in again and continues to stroke the soft skin on your back.

“No, I can’t.“ You raise your body and rub the sleep out of your eyes. “I should drive home now.“ Clearing your throat, you try to crawl away from him to get dressed, but he quickly catches your arm.

“Wait, what?“ He asks, sounding something between baffled and slightly indignant. When you look over your shoulder, you’re not surprised to see a look of pure confusion on his face. “You can’t leave now ___. It’s the middle of the night, and we— I mean, that’s not safe. You shouldn’t drive in this state.“ He pauses, intently watching your next move.

“I have to.“ You sigh, actually dragging the thought, “Yoongi needs his car—“

“He surely doesn’t need his stupid car at almost three in the morning, ___. Come back to bed.“ Tugging on your hand, he whines when you don’t immediately oblige and instead sees you shrugging on your underwear. “___, what are you doing?“ He sighs, getting up as well until he’s sitting on the edge with his bare feet touching the floor while he looks up at you. “You don’t actually want to leave, do you?“ He sounds almost hurt. And you curse at yourself in your head for making him feel like you want to flee from him right after you had sex because that's probably farthest from the truth.

You shake your head as you look at him, feeling dumb all of a sudden. “That's not it, Tae.“ You sigh. “It’s just… I don’t know. I don’t want Hyejin to see me sleeping in your bed, I guess.“

“She’s five. She doesn’t even know what that means.“ He declares, slightly grinning again with a roll of his eyes. He doesn't want to let it show too much, but he's so relieved right now. For a moment there, he was scared he fucked up or something.

“Maybe, but she already freaked out when she saw us solely kissing. I don't want to confuse her any further and get her hopes up.“ You explain, desperately looking for your T-shirt in the dark room. You can only find his boxers, though, and throw them at him. “Not so soon, at least.“

“Yeah, I guess.“ He exhales, rubbing his eyes with the balls of his hands before he puts his boxers on and stands up to help you look for your shirt.

He knows what you mean, of course. But it would be a lie if he said it doesn't hurt his feelings to hear you say that. Sure, he's aware that whatever is going on between you two has just started and he obviously doesn't expect you to let his daughter call you mommy any time soon, but it still stings a little. Then again, he knows you're probably just thinking ahead and trying to look out for Hyejin's well-being. Rushing all this could potentially hurt Hyejin in the long run. You're just trying to look out for her, and he respects that. He admires that, actually. It's just another indication that he has always been right about you and that he's doing the right thing.

Smiling dumbfoundedly to himself, he nods. “Okay, let’s please just find a compromise, would that be alright? Because I really don’t want you to leave tonight.“

You feel him come closer to you already before he wraps his arms around you from behind and buries his nose in your hair. “What kind of compromise?“ You ask as you crane your neck to place a kiss on the sharp bone of his jaw.

Turning you around in his arms, he passionately kisses you on the lips. “You stay the night, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t catch us sleeping together in my bed.“ He mutters in your ear, nibbling on the spot right below it after.

“Locking the door won’t help, Tae. She’ll just get suspicious.“ You sigh, partly from frustration and partly from the pleasure his lips provide once again on your skin.

“Not talking about that.“ He smiles. “We’ll simply just have to get up before she does.“ With a proud grin on his lips, he hands you your shirt and drags you back to his bed, where he then gives you a gentle push until you fall back down.

Satisfied, he crawls back in as well and cuddles you close to his warm body. “And now, let’s sleep because I can barely keep my eyes open, and I can see that you’re tired as well.“ He yawns loudly. “We only have a few hours of sleep left anyway.“

You didn’t even realize how tired you really are. But now, as you lay here, tightly tucked against Taehyung's half-naked body, you suddenly become aware of it. You take in a deep breath and inhale his scent while you cuddle deeper into him. A yawn of your own confirms his guess even further, and from this moment on, it doesn’t take you both long to drift off into a deep sleep.

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The Most Important Review of Every Single Luca Marinelli Film

Listen, I’m not here to tell you if a movie’s plot is well-structured or whatever, ok? I’m here for objective, factual data on how Luca Marinelli’s brand is adhered to in every movie he’s been in so far.

(all gifs by @weardes)

La solitudine dei numeri primi (2010)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? No.

Does Luca get slapped? No. His life is hard enough as it is.

Is Luca naked? He’s wearing speedos in one scene, but he’s covered in s*lf-h*rm marks, it’s very sad and not sexy at all.

Is Luca gay? Hell if I know.

Is Luca a slut? He talks to like two people in the whole movie.

Lucameter: 2/100 pathetic (but like I get it it’s his first movie w/e)

L'ultimo terrestre (2011)

Does Luca smoke? Yes.

Does Luca sing? No, but Roberta is a captivating dancer.

Does Luca eat? No, though she takes a shot once.

Does Luca get slapped? Yes, but not in a fun way :(

Is Luca naked? No, but there are some thighs and belly with a mini skirt in between. No complaints.

Is Luca gay? Not enough data.

Is Luca a slut? No.

Lucameter: 1/100 horrible, Roberta deserved better

Waves (2011)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? Yes, drunkenly!

Does Luca eat? They just won’t let him put food into his mouth! Watching Gabriele trying and failing to eat is Hitchcock-level suspense, though it all comes to a very satisfying conclusion when the camera isn’t focusing on him for a second, and he friggin’ inhales the food off the table.

Does Luca get slapped? No, but he gets pushed around a lot.

Is Luca naked? No, but he does take off his shirt a couple of times. Also his legs are like completely hairless?? Has anyone ever noticed that? They shaved his legs!

Is Luca gay? No proof that he is, no proof that he isn’t.

Is Luca a slut? No, he is the sweetest purest cinnamon roll.

Lucameter: 37/100 it’s getting better

Nina (2011)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No, but he plays the cello and dances.

Does Luca eat? No.

Does Luca get slapped? No.

Is Luca naked? No, though even if he was, you wouldn’t be able to enjoy it because he never gets any close-ups or decent lighting.

Is Luca gay? He’s shown to be into ladies.

Is Luca a slut? Please, he’s barely even a character.

Lucameter: 0/100 unwatchable

Tutti i santi giorni (2012)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? Yes, and he cooks!

Does Luca get slapped? Yes, lightly, in a patronizing way.

Is Luca naked? Oh yes.

Is Luca gay? He’s religiously devoted to his lady love.

Is Luca a slut? Not so much a slut as a hella thirsty bitch.

Lucameter: 43/100 half down ponytail saves lives

Maria di Nazaret (2012)

Does Luca smoke? No, obviously.

Does Luca sing? No. He dances once - very clumsily.

Does Luca eat? No.

Does Luca get slapped? No, though he almost drops a house on himself.

Is Luca naked? Guys, it’s a Bible movie.

Is Luca gay? Come on, he’s Saint Joseph.

Is Luca a slut? Lol no.

Lucameter: -10/100 just for that hair

La grande bellezza (2013)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? No.

Does Luca get slapped? No.

Is Luca naked? Full frontal, but in a disturbing way. Red body paint is involved.

Is Luca gay? Who’s to say?

Is Luca a slut? Please.

Lucameter: 4/100 which is more than the number of his on-screen minutes

Il mondo fino in fondo (2013)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? Briefly; he mostly drinks.

Does Luca get slapped? No, but he gets a fruit thrown at him.

Is Luca naked? He’s never more naked than a T-shirt and underwear, but those fuzzy thighs strike back hard after Waves.

Is Luca gay? He’s married to a woman.

Is Luca a slut? I mean, he’s married but goes to a strip club anyway.

Lucameter: 12/100 though he looks really hot in this movie

Non essere cattivo (2015)

Does Luca smoke? Yes, a lot, and he does lots of harder stuff.

Does Luca sing? No, but boy does he dance.

Does Luca eat? He briefly chews on something, but he mostly drinks.

Does Luca get slapped? Yes, wonderfully, multiple times, so good.

Is Luca naked? Fully clothed the entire time.

Is Luca gay? He emanates just the most Gay Longing™

Is Luca a slut? Not actually in practice, but the vibe is there.

Lucameter: 86/100 would have been more if he’d had any nude scenes, but that butt in those jeans is very much appreciated

Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot (2015)

Does Luca smoke? No, he takes care of his body!

Does Luca sing? Only in the best karaoke scene ever committed to screen. And a little in the car with his buddies. It’s wholesome.

Does Luca eat? He gets a whole ball of mozzarella shoved into his mouth. Luca Marinelli... is lactose intolerant.

Does Luca get slapped? No, but he gets sexy scratches on his face, so points for originality.

Is Luca naked? He’s got all the buttons of his shirt undone in one scene, and there’s also like a quarter of the butt.

Is Luca gay? He’s definitely not straight.

Is Luca a slut? He’s a slut for YouTube views and empowering female songs.

Lucameter: 97/100 I was missing The Slap but whatcha gonna do

Die Pfeiler der Macht (2016)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No, but he dances sluttily.

Does Luca eat? Yes, though all the food in this movie looks disgusting.

Does Luca get slapped? Very hard.

Is Luca naked? Not as naked as he should be considering the everything about him.

Is Luca gay? He fucks everything in this movie.

Is Luca a slut? He fucks everything in this movie.

Lucameter: 64/100 weak

Slam - Tutto per una ragazza (2016)

Does Luca smoke? Yes.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? No.

Does Luca get slapped? No.

Is Luca naked? He gives us a full butt moment.

Is Luca gay? Not in the slightest.

Is Luca a slut? Definitely, but it all happens off screen somewhere.

Lucameter: 34/100 the butt is doing all the work here

Il padre d'Italia (2017)

Does Luca smoke? Yes, a lot.

Does Luca sing? Yes, and he dances while singing!

Does Luca eat? No, but he drinks champagne like a fancy bitch.

Does Luca get slapped? Yes, by life.

Is Luca naked? We get everything in the first five minutes. Everything.

Is Luca gay? Yes, canonically and explicitly.

Is Luca a slut? No, he’s full of gay sin and self-loathing.

Lucameter: 99/100 glorious

Lasciati andare (2017)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? No.

Does Luca get slapped? He doesn’t have time for anything else but he always has time to get slapped.

Is Luca naked? Not in the slightest.

Is Luca gay? He just wants to be loved T__T

Is Luca a slut? The virgin vibes are stronger than in the Bible movie.

Lucameter: 8/100 it didn’t have to be this way

Una questione privata (2017)

Does Luca smoke? This movie is covered in smoke from Milton’s cigarettes. Seriously, he smokes all the time. Including the scene where he gets called ugly.

Does Luca sing? No, not even in the scene where he gets called ugly.

Does Luca eat? He drinks an egg, though not in the scene where he gets called ugly.

Does Luca get slapped? No. He gets called ugly, though.

Is Luca naked? No.

Is Luca gay? Strong bisexual vibes from this one.

Is Luca a slut? Again, major virgin energy.

Lucameter: 17/100 can you imagine they had the audacity to call him ugly???

Fabrizio De André - Principe libero (2018)

Does Luca smoke? In every scene. Every. Single. One.

Does Luca sing? Duh, while playing the guitar.

Does Luca eat? Yes.

Does Luca get slapped? No, everybody is soft for Fabrizio.

Is Luca naked? He’s wearing nothing but a bath towel for a whole scene.

Is Luca gay? He’s very much into ladies, although he’s got sizzling chemistry with every male character.

Is Luca a slut? He’s very into ladies.

Lucameter: 94/100 almost perfect

Trust (2018)

(it’s not a movie, but Primo is so iconic I can’t and shan’t leave him out)

Does Luca smoke? It’s the 70s and Italy, come on.

Does Luca sing? Unfortunately, he doesn’t, but he’s one hell of a dancer.

Does Luca eat? Munches on spaghetti like there’s no tomorrow.

Does Luca get slapped? Yes. And he doesn’t forget it.

Is Luca naked? Sadly no, but man does the camera love his butt hugged tightly by those slutty 1970s pants. Also balls. Just... just balls.

Is Luca gay? We don’t know for sure, but his whole vibe is kinda the exact opposite of heterosexuality.

Is Luca a slut? For money and power.

Lucameter: 82/100 would benefit from like a karaoke scene or something

Ricordi? (2018)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? Yes.

Does Luca get slapped? No.

Is Luca naked? Oh yes. And he fuuuuuuuuuuucks.

Is Luca gay? This relationship is so heterosexual the couple are literally called Him and Her.

Is Luca a slut? He fucks a lot, but somehow in a very unslutty way. He’s mostly just sad.

Lucameter: 51/100 and he’s called ugly again???

Martin Eden (2019)

Does Luca smoke? Yes.

Does Luca sing? Amazingly, yes, very softly. He also dances.

Does Luca eat? Yep.

Does Luca get slapped? Finally the slappee has become the slapper.

Is Luca naked? Man, I wish. He doesn’t even take his shirt off like wtf dude what did you build all that bigness for???

Is Luca gay? No, and I think he’d be happier if he were.

Is Luca a slut? No, and again, I think it’d have served him better to be a slut.

Lucameter: 62/100 it’s a fine movie that would’ve benefited from more trademark Luca stuff okay

The Old Guard (2020)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? Briefly.

Does Luca get slapped? A lot of violence happens in this movie, but not a single slap, ridiculous.

Is Luca naked? Shirtless, with a close-up on the nipple.

Is Luca gay? Oh, I don’t know, does being one half of the most wholesome and perfect gay couple count?

Is Luca a slut? How dare you. He’s been happily married for 900 years.

Lucameter: 25/100 none of Luca’s trademarks are present but the epicness of his immortal marriage warms me when I shiver in cold

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Love is Blind - Part 4

Time for couple drama! Nightmare doesn’t want anything to hurt his precious little moon, but how does said moon feel about the special treatment?

PS: Make sure you go to the end to find a special surprise that I’ll be doing for this series!

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Adjusting to blindness is never something you thought that you’d have to do, but it was the unfortunate reality you found yourself in. There certainly wasn’t a manual to it either, but you were managing thanks to everyone’s help. There were several days first spent on bedrest while you recovered from the initial incident, and it gave you a chance to come to terms with your fate and what your actions had brought. You still didn’t regret them though, because your sight was truly a small price to pay for Nightmare’s life.

That didn’t mean that the adjustment period was easy, and you probably would’ve succumbed to despair more than once if Nightmare hadn’t been by your bedside almost the entire time. Your bedroom was quickly turned into his temporary office, allowing him to continue his work and further his plans while offering you the reassuring touch of a tentacle that always lingered on your arm as proof of his presence.

When your partner was finally comfortable with the idea of you leaving your bed, it was… well, difficult would be putting it mildly. You never once realized just how much you relied on sight for almost everything. It took a day and a bit of you simply wandering around your room to not bump into everything, and even longer to actually be able to navigate by touch. Thankfully, nobody in the castle really cared about your appearance, so you weren’t judged by what clothes you were able to find and put on by yourself.

Your room was about the only place where you could safely be allowed to wander on your own at first. The castle was a confusing labyrinth of pathways and corridors that were already difficult to navigate. Attempts to explore the castle in the past had led to you almost getting lost in some abandoned part of the castle, so there was no way you were even going to try such now. But even the areas that were once familiar to you were now alien as you relied on sound and touch to guide you instead of the sense you so heavily relied on.

For the first while, Nightmare personally escorted you on any walks outside of your room. This was mostly to and from meals, a time where you could practically feel everyone’s eyes on the two of you. Your seat had also been moved towards the head of the table, just to the right of Nightmare. The dark god claimed that it was so that he could assist you should you need help with your meals. Killer was quick to point out how any of them could help you though, teasing that the real reason was simply to stick next to you like “an overprotective boyfriend”. According to Cross, the look on Nightmare’s face had been one of pure murder… even if everyone at the table knew that the idiot was right.

One thing that Killer also nailed was how protective your boyfriend suddenly was. Gone were the days of you having free reign over the castle. Instead, in the instances where he couldn’t personally escort you, one of the others was chosen to be your guide instead. Even as you grew more comfortable heading to the areas you often frequented, the rule didn’t let up. He’d also put a stop to any training or sparring plans you might’ve had, insisting that it was too dangerous to continue when you couldn’t see an attack coming.

While you understood that he did it out of love, that didn’t change how frustrating it was. You already couldn’t read, play cards, or even really cook, the last of the three likely being on the dark god’s ban list had there not been enough obvious difficulty to deter you. Sparring with the guys, while rough, was one of the only hobbies you had left, and you trusted that none of them would seriously hurt you. But Nightmare refused to listen to any arguments you put forward, and none of the others would entertain the idea for fear of their lord’s wrath.

So on top of learning to navigate a world of utter darkness, adapting daily chores to your new limitations, and being treated like you were fragile, you were utterly bored. And as days turned to weeks, your frustrations grew. You were used to everyone simply treating you as one of the crew, albeit one that Nightmare favoured. When you first arrived here, you had to fight for your right to remain and not be turned into dinner. The others had respected you for the most part, and if you wanted to engage in any of their usual antics, they didn’t hesitate to include you. Now though, everyone seemed intent on treating you as if you were some doll, one to be sat on a shelf and never touched. Everyone was suddenly afraid of hurting you, and you were no longer one of the crew. You were something else, above the others now that your relationship with the god of negativity had gotten out. Pyre had even stated that if Nightmare was their king, then that made you their ‘queen’ in a sense. Suddenly, you were set to be a ruler over the dark god’s future empire, and everyone’s views of you shifted because of it.

One choice, one that seemed so infallible before, had turned your whole life upside down. You expected to be injured in place of Nightmare, but not blinded. And while trying to deal with such a severe change of lifestyle, you were now being placed on a pedestal and nobody would treat you the same. Part of you wanted to take your frustrations out on the nearby wall, but that would likely only bring someone running to tend to your hand as if it were broken. No, you needed to go to the source of the problem.

While navigating the halls by yourself was more difficult than you could’ve ever guessed, it was made easier by your forethought to create a mental map through touch whenever you were being escorted about. The subtle change in the sound of your footfall let you know when you’d left the solid foundation of the hall your bedroom was on in favour of the landing for the grand staircase. Following the railing with your hand, you found where the hallway changed directions. To go downstairs would take you to the common room and the kitchens, while upstairs led to the library and Nightmare’s office. With your goal upstairs, you carefully shuffled along the steps, shoving your foot forward until it came in contact with the next. When your feet slid freely along the floor and the railing straightened out, you knew that you’d made it to the third floor where you’d find your partner.

After a bit of difficulty gathering your bearings and navigating the third floor of the castle, you came to Nightmare’s office. The door was open only a crack, enough to give others the hint to leave him be while allowing him to hear if any chaos should erupt from the lower levels. Ever so slowly, you pushed the door open, only to cringe as a painfully loud squeak of the hinges alerted your boyfriend to your presence. “MC? What are you doing up here? Whoever brought you here should know that I didn’t wish to be disturbed.”

“Oh, nobody brought me here, I came up here myself. Wasn’t that hard,” you shrugged, lying a bit at the ease of which you got here but determined to make the dark god see that you weren’t helpless. “We need to talk.”

A sigh emanated from Nightmare’s direction, and you could imagine how he was pinching the bridge of his nose as he often did when annoyed or frustrated with something. “First off, I thought I made it clear that you are to have someone escort you around the castle to minimize accidents. And secondly, can whatever conversation you want wait? I have plenty of-”

“No actually, it can’t,” you cut him off, mustering your confidence as you stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind you. “I need to talk to you now, not later.”

Being unable to read his body language was frustrating, leaving everything to your imagination with no way to know if you were interpreting things correctly. You knew that he didn’t like taking orders from anyone, not even you, leaving you to wonder if the silence was due to your demanding tone. Perhaps you should’ve worded things better, but before you could worry too much, Nightmare responded to your demanding request. “Very well, for you little moon, I will make time. Please, take a seat and share what’s on your mind.”

It took every ounce of focus you had to find one of the plush chairs on the other side of his desk, sinking down into it once you found it and being thankful that you didn’t have to fumble around too much. It wouldn’t do your argument for more independence any good if your actions showed a need for more support. “Alright…” You’d thought long and hard about how to get your point across to someone as stubborn as your partner, but now that you were here, it was almost a struggle to get your thoughts out cohesively. “I… I’m tired of everyone treating me differently ever since the incident, including you.”

“My dear, I’ve done nothing of the sort.”

“Yes you have!” Forcing a breath through your nose, your efforts to calm your temper are marginally successful as your unintentional fists relax and grip the arms of the chair. “Everyone is treating me like I’m suddenly delicate, like I’m unable to take a punch or take care of myself. True, it’s been hard to adjust to being blind, but I’ll never get better at accepting things if you all keep coddling me!”

“No one is coddling you!” Nightmare growled in return, his voice growing more agitated as he tried to argue against you. “The others are simply doing their part to ensure that you can rest and heal in comfort!”

A growl built up in your throat as well as your partner continued to deny your claims, your fingers digging into the chair to keep them in place. “That comment brings up another thing. Ever since our relationship got out, everyone’s been treating me as if they’re serving me, like I’m something special that needs to be protected.”

“That’s because you are, little moon. You are my chosen partner, and you knew from the beginning that the title would carry some weight. I am a god my dear, and the ruler of any mortal within this castle. But you’re no longer some random mortal. Now you stand beside me, equal to me in power and authority. They have merely been instructed to show you the same respect and care that they show me.”

To hear it spelled out like that, like it should’ve been obvious to you from the beginning, left a lump in your throat. Was this always what would happen to you? Were you doomed to be lonely up at the top with nobody but the god of negativity himself to be your supposed equal? “I… I-I don’t want that…” Your words came out mumbled, eyes burning as your damaged tear ducts tried and failed to produce any tears. When prompted to speak up, you were practically screaming. “I don’t want that! I don’t want to be so… so alone! You might be fine with being above them, but for the longest time, they treated me as a friend! Now, it’s as if our friendships meant nothing, whenever I reach out all I get is coldness. I want to be able to joke and play around with Killer, I want Butcher to call me names and tease me! I want Pyre to rattle on about how great he is, or to spend time reading with Dust! I want to be able to go up to Cross, hug the stupid fluffy marshmallow, and not have him feel like a freaking statue!”

Your yelling left you short of breath, your chest heaving as you calmed down from your emotional tirade. For a while, your heavy breathing was the only sound echoing in the room, shoulders eventually shuddering as tearless sobs broke from your throat. Your own arms wrapped around yourself, as if trying to keep yourself from truly falling apart. What you weren’t quite expecting though was for a pair of cool, slimy arms to join them as Nightmare hugged you as well, the god having moved around the desk while you were distracted with your own emotional turmoil.

“I’m sorry little moon,” he started, one hand gently petting your hair while a tentacle took to stroking up and down your back in a soothing manner. “I grew so used to my underlings being just that, and I never considered what your views on the matter would be. Let me make this clear though, they treat you special because you are special. No other entity in the entirety of the multiverse has made me feel an emotion as positive as love since my childhood five hundred years ago. While many of the worlds out there fear me, and even those that serve me do well to avoid angering me, you had no such hesitation my dear. As we grew closer, you grew bolder. You would speak your mind freely, even if to criticize my actions or leadership. While it was downright infuriating at first, I grew to respect your courage and tenacity, but also the fact that you accepted me for who I am and not what I once was several lifetimes ago.”

As he spoke in such a calm and soothing voice, you felt your breathing settle as you snuggled into his chest. After he paused for a bit, Nightmare’s tentacles quickly scooped you up into the air, allowing him to settle in your chair and place you on his lap. The comforting gestures continued, serving to keep you calm without the use of his abilities. “You are special MC, never forget that. But also remember that you are my partner, and I will see you treated with the same respect as I receive, nothing less.”

You couldn’t help but tense at his words, about to go off again about how that flew in the face of your wishes. But before you could reiterate the entirety of your emotional rant from before, he shushed you with a gentle finger against your lips, and you could practically hear him smiling through his voice. “Your voice is as powerful in this castle as my own, and if things are not to your liking, then let your voice be heard. They are so used to hearing my voice that those idiots assume your voice will speak the same requests… even I made that poor assumption, and for that I am sorry. If you wish for them to treat you as they always have, then you need only tell them and I can promise you that you will receive what you ask for.”

“You… you mean it?” It seemed too good to be true, but Nightmare was often true to his word with you and the other residents of the castle. Still, it felt like it was too easy to simply ask for them to treat you as if you weren’t any different.

“Little moon, I swear it upon my name that you will be treated as you wish to be in this castle.” The dark god nuzzled you a bit as he made his promise, pulling a soft giggle from you despite the dry feeling in the back of your throat. It wasn’t often that you shouted so much, and you were definitely glad that you closed the door on your way in.

Deciding to push your luck a bit, another request found its way onto your tongue. “Then… if I asked you to stop forcing me to have an escort everywhere, would you respect my wishes?”

“MC, you know that I am just doing that to protect you-”

“Night, we’re in your domain, aren’t we? You know everyone who enters and leaves, making this castle literally the safest place for me. I’m getting better at navigating without my eyes, and I really think that I’d be fine!” When he still didn’t sound convinced, muttering about potential accidents that could happen, you merely threw more options at him. “Look, I’m far from the first blind human. If you’re that worried about me bumping into something or falling down the stairs, then get me a… blind person stick? Cane? Or a seeing-eye dog! One that Butcher would definitely not eat!”

“Is… this your way of asking for a dog?”

“Not my intention, but I certainly wouldn’t complain if you did actually get me one that can help me.” Reaching up, you cupped his cheek with your hand, thumb rubbing just under his good eye. “I’ll never have the same freedom as I did Night, but I know that I can learn to live with the consequences of my actions. And don’t you dare blame yourself for what I decided was a good idea in the spur of the moment.” Even now knowing the consequences of your choice, you’d still make the same call a hundred times over again, enduring the pain each time, if it meant that you didn’t have to see the one you loved suffer.

The god of negativity must have felt your conviction, because he didn’t try to talk you out of it or turn the blame around to be on himself. Instead, he merely sighed as one hand came to hold the one on his face, pulling it away to place a skeletal ‘kiss’ against your palm. “Very well, it seems that you’ve convinced me. I seem to have chosen quite the precocious human as my mate, you seem to be naturally born for commanding and convincing others. From now on, you are free to roam the castle by yourself, on two conditions. The first is that we give you a means of contacting me directly, should you find yourself lost or injured alone. The second is that you will still accept an escort for any trips outside of the castle, no matter your past familiarity with whatever world. Do we have a deal?”

Honestly, Nightmare’s requests were completely fair and reasonable. While you did have your phone, it was still extremely difficult to navigate it, and you likely wouldn’t be able to use it reliably in an emergency. If your boyfriend had an alternative method, then it would be good to have the freedom to go wherever, but with the safety net of knowing that someone will come if you need them to. And as embarrassing as an escort might be outside of the castle, it was still smart. It took you quite a bit of time and practice to navigate the castle on your own, despite your past familiarity with it, and a new space would require such with the aid of someone who could see. There was also the fact that, now that your relationship was public, it was only a matter of time before one of the idiots that you called your friends would let word get out. Then, you’d have a target on your back, a weak spot to be used against Nightmare. It was honestly for the best if you didn’t leave the castle alone anymore, not with several capable fighters that could protect you. “Those requests both seem quite reasonable to me, so I accept.”

“Good, I am glad that you can see I only want what is best for you, my dear. Keeping you safe is just as important to me as my goals.” After a moment more of cuddles, he eventually set you back into your chair alone, his footfalls indicating that he was going back to his own behind his desk. “I’ll see to the creation of a totem of sorts, one made of my own magic. It will allow you to contact me and call me to your side, no matter where you are. Between this, and my assurance that you will be treated as you wish to be, have I dealt with the issue you came to speak to me about?”

“Mhm, I honestly feel a lot better too, so thanks. I can’t see it, but I’m sure you’ve got plenty of work to get done. I’ll leave you be so that you can get it finished.” When he didn’t try to stop you, you got up from your seat and wandered back towards the door. Just as you opened it though to step back outside, you turned back and sent him a wide smile. “Thank you for being so understanding and accepting Night, I really appreciate it.”

“I can tell,” he chuckled as the sound of pen scribbling on paper echoed through the otherwise quiet room. “You go enjoy yourself my dear, I shall speak with you again at dinner.” With his dismissal, you left the door in the same barely open position that you originally found it in before heading back to the stairs. It was about time for you to do what Nightmare told you to do and make your voice be heard. Then maybe your friends would go back to how they used to be and stop treating you differently.

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Alright, so if you didn’t read my post earlier this week about getting you readers involved, you can read it here because I’m not repeating myself. (aka I’m lazy XD)

And since nobody commented on that post, it made it pretty clear to me that relying on Tumblr comments isn’t a good idea and that I should go with a poll website. So... here ya go!

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In the next part, Nightmare will be away running important errands, so MC will have to find some way to entertain themselves! Where they go is up to you, as are the result benefits from your choices. I’ll be looking forward to seeing what you all choose!

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Hello! Any ideas on what each twst guy's love language might be?

Separating this request into two parts because the full post would've gotten too long.

Riddle Rosehearts

Giving: Quality time

He's the leader of not simply one the seven dorms in Night raven college but it's Heartslabyul; the dorm ran following the severely strict rules set by the Queen of hearts . Do have any idea how much he's got to do? He's got thousand to take care of everyday , so make sure that he's got no time to waste on anything, or anyone.

As he still decides to keep a certain time of day to spend with you; even if it's summarised in small talks or aimple activities like having afternoon tea together while asking you about your day, you should know that it's way more notable than it seems to be. He could've just sent you a bouquet of roses without caring to disturb his daily schedule because of you, and you would be satisfied anyway, yet he still finds you just as important as his daily plans as both a student and a dorm leader.

Let it be him just inviting you for a walk in the flower garden, all that matters is having you around because, he cares to let you know that he's always there for you when you need him and enjoys spending his time beside you; even if can't be for any more than a few minutes.

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Tell him anything he needs to hear. Tell him that he's good enough. Let him know that you believe in him and you think that he's doing good enough. Words effect this boy a lot more than they seem to; a very simple compliment can be either the cause of his overblot or what takes away the pain and tiredness of a busy gloomy day.

Because of being raised under strict rules and extreme critiques on his behaviors, his childhood on its own gives him enough of reasons to be overly protective with the way he's judged through your eyes.

He finds almost all of other love languages pretty useless to receive; Gifts can be given as a sign of a normal friendship, spending time with him might just be your way of wasting time when you have nothing better to do, going out of your way to help him may just be an act of kindness which you're used to; so let him hear you way you say you love him. He needs nothing more than you saying those words.

Trey Clover

Giving: Acts of service

Trey would be the great example of a mature and supportive partner. he's a clever, wise and organized as not only a student but also Heartslabyul's trustworthy vice dorm leader.

Just who can help you better than Trey can? And who would be this desperate to help you with anything possible except him? Chores, studies, random tasks, etc. He isn't going to wait for you to ask, he's always ready to give you a hand with anything you're busy with.

It may end up him having too much to do in his plate, but that's no problem for Trey. He's a reliable and supportive partner whom you can trust with your problems and shared responsibilities; what many people may lack. Trey's responsible and organized nature is what every couple need in a relationship.

Giving & Receiving: Quality time

He loves it whenever you're around and wants to see you feeling the same. While he doesn't expect you, his darling to trouble yourself going out of your way to help him, he -does- care to know whether you enjoy your time spent with him or not.

He isn't forcing himself on you, but he knows that there would be no point in your relationship if you don't like spending time with each other. He wants to know that you love him back and won't easily get tired of him after a short while. He doesn't mind being usually the one to ask you out or invite you for a walk, but he cares for you accept his invite in return; know that nothing cheers him up like your excitement about your time together.

Cater Diamond

Giving: Words of affirmation

He surely has a way with words, doesn't matter whether it's through face-to-face communication or online. Even his good night/good morning texts enough to make his darling blush, he knows how to have you weak.

He's probably one of the flirtiest guys you'd ever get to see; though he's his own reasons to be so: No one ever hates having someone flirting with them. The only thing that matters is 'how you should be flirting with them', which depends on your personality of course, but he's also got some secret tactics of his own which work on almost anyone.

He doesn't consider lying to be an ideal option when it comes to relationships, where you need to have trust and faith in your partner and be honest and reliable in return, but just saying: a bit of flirting won't hurt, right? To add to that, nice yet not possibly true compliments may motivate you to grow a stronger sight of that aspect in your personality and appearance, which is good.

Cater would probably make you not only feel more confident about yourself, but also trust and love Cater like you love no one; to he point of needing him to talk to you everyday, not that Cater does it all in purpose to make you bound to him but you can tell that...he appreciates being your favorite.

Receiving: Gifts

Just by looking at his room you can tell how much loves fancy things. From oval shaped accessories to chibi plushies and pillows. He not only loves being given new things but also cares to know your taste in gifts; especially the way you guess what Cater might like when choosing the gift. On the other hand he enjoys receiving your attention through gifts which makes him feel loved and, well, superior.

Doesn't matter whether he likes your gift or not, he'd always greet you with a bright smile and a soft kiss on cheek, telling you how much he loves you and what you gave him. There's a high possibility of him disliking what you gave him but - well, you're never going to know what he truly thinks anyway.

Ace Trappola

Giving: Physical touch

Holding hands ,giving hugs, poking cheeks, etc. Physical touch isn't always supposed to be dirty, he just needs to be close to you not just as a friend but also as a lover.

Friends can't kiss you on the lips when they realize how much they love you or hold you tightly in they're embrace when they're feeling like crying. He doesn't want to be -just- a friend, Ace wants to be closer; in fact, the closest one to you. His desire to touch you, hold you, kiss you; like no one else can ever do.

A lover is supposed to be treated differently, right? It's because they're special; therefore he'd get the chance to be closer to you than anyone else can. Ace doesn't want you to treat him and your other friends equally, he wants to be the only one allowed to hold your hand and hug you from behind; your one and only exception.

Receiving: Quality time

He enjoys his time with you the way he enjoys it with no one. You're the coolest , greatest and trustworthiest person he's ever seen; nothing would cheer him up better than seeing you willing to spend time with him as much as does.

It's such a blessing getting to be the one you choose to have around while there are hundreds of cooler students out there. It makes Ace feel special. Not only is hanging out with you the best time he'd ever get to have but it's also a sign of you at least -liking- him; which means that he's actually got a chance.

Deuce Spade:

Giving: Acts of service

What's the point of talking without doing anything? As he loves you, he needs to prove it through what he does for you and how far he gets with it. He's always willing to go out of his way for you even if what you're asking for is -too much- for him. If it's a chance to help you, why not? Doesn't matter what the task is, he'd always try his best.

He might goof up even with easy tasks like lending you his notes or getting you a smoothie but still , be wasy on him and know that he's trying his best for you.

Receiving: Quality time

To Deuce , someone like you is pretty hard to find. Someone he can feel this close and comfortable with...is almost impossible to be found and you're one the most amazing people he has ever seen because of it.

He absolutely adores every single moment you two spend together even if it's past in silence, just having you around is enough to make him feel better.

He sometimes invites you for walks when he's really stressed out, just to have an opportunity to talk to you. You always seem to help him by just listening to Deuce and not letting him keep it in. He's a young boy with a busy mind, he surely needs more of mental support. And the only one who seems to be able to give him the time and attention he needs is you.

Leona Kingscholar

Giving: Quality time

Isn't it obvious? He couldn't care less about the others. It's very rare of him to waste time on anyone when he's got no benfit in it so, if he is still preferring you over his afternoon nap, know that you're special.

He's often finds everything and everyone boring so sleeping sounds way better than having to deal with this uninteresting reality. Spending time with you is a clear proof that in contrast to many people he enjoys having you around, you are different. But note that this isn't enough for him to let go of his lazy nature around you, most of the time it's just him taking a nap on your lap as you spoil him like the lazy cat he always is. When not as tired as usual, he may go for boardgaming or asking you for a walk. He isn't really talkative either, all that matters is that he has has chosen to be spending hid time with you.

He may refuse to admit to it but you seem to calm him down, just walking beside you gives him a sense of feeling better than usual, he doesn't know why. Your presence slowly becomes a routine, to the point of him wanting to see you everyday. And that's how he's slowly becoming obsessed.

Receiving: Acts of service

You're probably aware of his obsession with dominance; to be the first one. Growing up being the second one all over his life has took an important role in shaping his personality; so it isn't really surprising to see that he enjoys ordering people around.

Not that he'd treat you like a slave or someone he looks down to, it's more of him enjoying you spoiling him a lot. He loves attention, especially as it comes from his beloved. He isn't really into ordering you around though, he prefers you to be babysitting him by your own will. At some point it isn't much different from adopting a selfish cat, and his jerky nature isn't helping it either.

Though you should know this better than anyone else; deep inside, he isn't as bad as he seems to be. He's just a baby who seeks attention he's missed during his childhood and it takes someone as passionate and caring as you to deal with him.

Ruggie Bucchi

Giving: Acts of service

Whatever you need, it can't be much worse than what Leona might've asked for, can it? Besides, this time he isn't forced into serving someone because he has to do it. He will be helping you on his own will. He mostly means it as a way to build up a strong relationship through being productive and helpful as a partner

It may start off as a normal friendship, with him often doing nothing more playing around and chilling with you, but soon enough he'll begin to consider you a part of his own family. He may not seem to, but he does take your relationship seriously and finds himself responsible toward you and your life.He may be young, but he's got the spirits of an experienced'family man'. Ruggie is surely one of the most helpful and reliable boyfriends or partners one can ask for.

Receiving: Quality time

No joke when I say he's got the spirits of a family man. Nothing means to him more than spending time with his dear ones does and when it comes to you, you are his dearest. He tries to put your time together into the best possible use, way more than just going for walks or simply chit chatting.

He often decides on something to do with you before hand and if he couldn't come up with anything, he'd ask you for recommendations. Your time spent together may sometimes be short so he can't always go for extravagant plans.

Ice cream dates and afternoon coffees will be pretty common ways of hanging out with him. He always makes sure to order your favorite flavor unless you want to give something new a try. Doesn't really matter how you're spending time together, he never fails to make you smile through it. As long as you're happy, doesn't really matter what you're doing.

Jack howl:

Giving: Acts of service

Nothing less would be expected from our tsundere wolf boy. He's already a best friend to many around him and of course, he's an amazing one; despite his seemingly cold and unfriendly appearance he is pretty caring and protective his friends, from helping them on school work to standing up for them when they're in trouble.

Just imagine how supportive he would be if you two are not simply friends but also lovers this time. He takes no effort in helping you out no matter what the trouble is; buying groceries, studying for an exam, needing help finishing a task or simple stuff like you needing a hug or a piggy back ride.

He often fails to realize this but he's awfully sweet; if you point this out he'd surely blush all of a sudden, turn away his head and tell you that it's not true, not that you are going to buy that though. After all you know better, under those muscles and and rough skin there's an overly fluffy heart.

Giving and receiving: Quality time

Why of course he loves nothing more than spending time with his dear ones, especially his darling. He wants it to be more than just talking and doing nothing special though, that'd be a waste of time when there's hundreds of things he's willing to be doing with you.

Playing games, practicing sports and maybe hanging out with the rest of your friends are his favorites, he often appreciates the lively atmosphere. That somewhat depends on his mood though, sometimes he wants to get rid of the quiet pace and other times, all he needs is to be alone with you as he takes a short nap. He'd love it even more if you play with his tail or rub his ears while he's pretending to be asleep.

Azul Ashengrotto

Giving: Quality time

Running the mostrolounge and managing the whole Octavinelle at the same time is quite hard; you can clearly see that he's much of an overly busy person. If there's one thing Azul prefers over money and power, that'll be you and only you. You can see the big deal here, he's offering you the worthiest thing he's got: his time.

He may not directly address it but he wants to show that he cares for you just as much as he cares for business, that no matter what great powers he's dealing with everyday; you'd still get to have your special time with him alone.

He's pretty considering toward the conversations you'd get to have at this short time; he may enjoy talking about his experiments in mostrolounge or the latest contracts he's made with the students, but in case that you don't really appreciate talking or hearing about them, he'd quickly switch to a topic which would match your tastes, something that'll make you enjoy you time with him. If he's spending time with him, he's got to make sure that it'll be spent well: He'd be a good listener, an understanding partner and in summary, a great lover.

Receiving: Physical touch

His body has always been his weakness; an isolated child afraid of who's been mocked because of his chubby body and now, an affectionate young boy who doesn't know just how sensitive he is to his darling's touch. Even the very simple physical affections such as hugging and forehead kisses would make him melt, he'd refuse to accept but you can clearly see that he's touch starved.

He's got a balance of hating to be touched and wanting it so badly, which mostly depends on the person touching him. It's pretty hard for him to let someone in and even his close friends make him feel insecure sometimes, so he decides to keep his softer parts for you and only you. He does want to be touched but by you and just you. He feels safe in your embrace and loved under your kiss, you can either send him to heavens or set him on fire.

He is weak for you, and this is why you'll br the only one who'd ever get to see this side of him. If he's supposed to be in control it's going to be for you and only you. He belongs to you.

Jade Leech

Giving: Acts of service

You'll be the lady/lord and he'll be the butler, loyal and elegant. Doesn't really need you to be pushing him into it since he enjoys playing the rule of the servant on his own, you can say that he enjoys spoiling you.

Phrasing you is also counted as aprt of his daily duties, never to be forgotten. He makes sure to remind you that he loves you everyday, maybe a small kiss or a wink too alongside of it. Give him the opportunity and he'll help you with almost anything; having your meals prepared, helping you get dressed, shopping, etc.

His favorite would be preparing your morning/afternoon tea or coffee depending on your taste. His main point is to impress you, but he'd appreciate it even more if you are the hard to satisfy type, the more challenging, the better. Sometimes he enjoys being humiliated as well because it encourages him to work harder until he hears that awfully rare 'thank you' from his darling.

Receiving: Quality time

His darling is probably going to be one of the most interesting people he's ever met; not all people get to catch his attention after all. He finds spending time with you not only thrilling but also important; as lovers you two are supposed to be each other's closest friends as well, so what may be more important than spending time together when you've got a choice?

Your time together will usually be spent with you talking and him listening as he loves nothing more than hearing your voice, maybe having something too drink to as you talk. He likes asking you questions; How was your day? Did you get to sleep well last night? Is there anything special you're going to do this afternoon? etc.

Though he's careful not to get to the point of bothering you with them. He often leaves deciding on what you should do together to you, but if it's ever on him it'll most likely end ups being a nature investigation date; mostly mountains and lakes. He'd absolutely love it if his darling is into nature as much he is, that'd be even better if the darling is a mushroom lover! He enjoys finding similar interests between you and him, makes him believe in your relationship being the perfect match even more.

Floyd Leech

Giving: Physical touch

Not to be dirty, but he genuinely enjoys it when you're close, your warm bodies touching and your breaths meeting. As he tightly squeezes you. The feeling is ...priceless.

It's mainly because it's something one can do only with his closest ones; he means to show that he's way more than just a friend. Normal friends won't tightly squeeze each other from behind, normal friends won't give each other pocky kisses and small bites on neck, normal friends would never touch each other like lovers touch, and that's why he wants there to be a difference.

He'd probably be really pissed off he sees anyone but him laying a finger on you. Even as it's just a small hug or friends' handholding. It low-key disgusts him. He wants to be your one and only, no one but him should ever be this close to you.

On the top of that, he has a thing for leaving marks behind~ You probably know how sharp those teeth of his are. He isn't into taking advantage of you, but he loves teasing you. Kissing and biting special spots such as your cheek would be one his favorite although he rarely gives it a try; unless...

Giving and Receiving: Quality time

Just as said, he isn't one to be easily attached to others; therefore his darling is surely someone special in too many terms. No need to be greatly rich or beautiful to attract him, he wants someone whom he finds interesting. Someone he enjoys getting to know better and having his time spent with.

His darling would be one of the very few people who hardly ever tire him, therefore it's always a new adventure when he gets to spend his time with you. He is willing to hear your ideas, see the way you think and possibly, how different you may be compared to Floyd.

Doesn't really matter what you're doing, let it be another study session together or taking his time to check on you after his classes; he'd appreciate it anyway. You willing to spend time with him is a sign of you preferring him over the rest of your friends, you could've been with anyone, yet you chose him. Meanwhile, wants to see his darling as excited as himself about getting to be together, it'll be pretty frustrating if he's the only one enjoying this relationship after all, wouldn't it?

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semischarmed · 4 years

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Chrysalis, Part 3

This was the day. The tremors have only intensified. I feel myself tearing at the arm that I had fully bonded with Kyle. If I don’t act soon that’s all that’s gonna be left of me in him. So I decided it had to be today. I’ve been shivering all over too, probably in fear or anticipation? Probably both.

By no means was Red ready. He had a natural fighting streak so it wasn’t gonna be a smooth process. As prepared as I was, the odds were stacked against me. This body’s connection with me has degraded significantly faster than I had anticipated. Had I gone with anyone else, I’d be permanently one with Kyle by now, but of course it had to start with Red. No use crying over spilled milk. Taking Red would be the struggle of a lifetime. Had it just been me in my old body, I would have given up outright. But I was Kyle now, and Kyle does Not. Give. Up.

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I fight a long, close game in the early afternoon and we barely eke out a win- mostly thanks to me, despite my current condition. I hug my teammates as our sweat and smells coalesce in the blazing sun. We bake uncomfortably long in the heat. They really were great teammates. Kyle basically did a 180 in their eyes, being far more comfortable, far more sociable, far more filthy- yet they accept me regardless. I breath them in, remarking on them and myself for possibly the last time, before making my way back to my dorm.

I stop halfway as I am instantly crippled in a massive tremor that forces me to the ground. I retch. This was too tenuous, too delicate. There would be no time for any detours. I immediately run for Sig Chi.

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Red wakes in a cold sweat in his bed, in the filtered light of the moon, to the image of his naked little bro- to the image of me jacking off to him. Of course he had to also be a light sleeper.

“Heyyy Big Bro” I whisper menacingly, licking my lips. Fuck. Ok, ok, gotta improvise.

“Kyle? Kyle! What the fuck?! How did you get here? And, oh fuck... Jeeezus, is that you? Dude you fucking reek” I could tell he was trying to categorize the smell, but I quickly correct him.

“That’s right I fucking reek, this cute little meat-suit had a game today. This is what my team smells like, this is what a man smells like,” I rush up to the naked Red, who instinctively recoils and pulls his sheets up. I lean in to my speechless big bro, sticking my face close to his, bringing our foreheads together. Despite his overall friendliness, he was a dangerous one. I’ve never met so much resistance in a person. I could show him no weakness.

I grab his head with my hands, pointing it downward to our bare chests, so we can both smell our combined odor. “This is what we’ll smell like”.

Red attempts to defuse the situation. “Ok, ok dude, great prank” he laughs, obviously disturbed. “But I- “ Before he can continue, I smear a bit of precum over his lips. ”I can’t wait to make you mine... big bro” I moan. I cup his sweaty left pec with my hand, giving a slight squeeze. His nipples, rock hard. “Kyle, get the fuck off me! The fuck is this?!” He pushes me off his bed with a force I did not expect. Still, my Big Bro Red- being the nice guy he was- made sure to only push me safely into a pile of old clothes. With the parts of me that were already inside him, I restrict any further movement. He breaks free from my grasp in small blips of resistance.

Red struggles in vain to leave his bed and I focus my hold on his body further. “You know, I was wondering how much cum it would take for your body to start accepting mine...” I trail. “Kyle, what the fuck are you talking about... what is this?!” He again struggles to move against his invisible restraints. I grab his water bottle and lift it up near him, giving it a little shake, motioning to it with my head. “Cmon, there’s no way you haven’t noticed... How’d you like the exclusive taste of me?” He shakes his head, utterly revolted, horrified, while a tent begins to form in his bedsheets. He looks down stating “no, no, that.... that’s not me... Kyle, this is...” I smile, amused, at the situation. Half-truth. For one he was wrong, that body of his was most definitely turned on. But I concede, if anything, that it was probably the result of his constant exposure to my seed moreso than his actual feelings for his little bro in the frat. Though his body had not been fully primed to accept me, I decide to continue layering on the mental damage, to better ease me in for the upcoming fight.

Since Red had so rudely interrupted my little session, I decide to continue where I left off, pumping my meat in front of him as I tear off his bedsheets.

“Oh Red, oh god Red! My roommate... he-he snuck inside me and ah fuck he took me... he stole me... poisoned my insides with himself... twisted me- look at me when I’m fucking talking Red- Look at how I wear his cute smile. Look how his body, his muscles, his feelings bend to my will. I make a great Kyle don’t I? Look how good I am at playing with my dick. Well I am Kyle, so of course I’m a great fucking Kyle.” Before I finish, I slip just my hand inside his- its veins flare up at my intrusion but I maintain the control of our now-shared appendage, bringing it up so we can examine it together. I wink at him before I seductively suck each of our fingers while I push my arm into his further. He watches in shock as he feels every motion. “But, you know Red, you know my roommate? That asshole is pretty greedy, asked me who else he’d look great in... and I told him I thought he’d make a great Red. I told him we’d be great at wearing your skin.” With our joint hand, I continue to pump my hard on, reveling in Red’s confusion and disgust in the process. I grab his dick, bringing it next to mine and letting him pleasure us both at the same time with his rough hand. He sweats as he continues to control his emotion, attempting to remain stoic. On the other hand, I am reduced to moans and whimpers- a sight that probably looks incredibly off coming from Kyle. His lip trembles and he lets out a soft grunt and a massive wave of pleasure hits us both. We begin to feel the sensations from each other’s dick in the process. Our breaths are shallow, and I look into my future eyes.

“I-I’m a special case though. This?” I gesture to my own body with my free hand, as I explode, splashing a little on Red’s lips and lot on myself. Red explodes soon after and he stifles a moan. I now drag our shared hand all over my body, smearing and mixing our cum together over my stolen abs and his. “Kyle is fully mine. Forever. And you’re gonna make sure we stay that way.”

I raise Red’s now-slick, now-possessed hand again for him to examine. Veins rise as it struggles to resist my control, but I double down, giving a mean smirk and balling our shared hand into a fist. “If was just possessing him, we wouldn’t be able to then possess your hand. This? This is proof that he and I are one.” I follow by using that hand to squeeze my dick and Red’s together, until they coalesce into just his. Red is in shock at the events that have just unfolded, and I intend to use that situation to my full advantage. “No hard feelings big bro, you’re cute and all but I’m his forever home”. I lace my knees beneath his and smash my lower half into him. I feel his body clench and cringe until it is forced to accept mine. “Still, thank you for being there for me. When I realized we needed a new chrysalis to complete me... I knew it could only be through my Big Bro Red. I knew I could depend on your hot bod.” Our legs are one.

In one swift motion, I also slam my sticky wet chest into his, causing him to yelp in disgust and horror. I take the dribbling of my cum on his chin and, using our combined hand, I shove my seed into his mouth. I keep our fingers jammed into his mouth, making sure he gets a good taste of some fresh Kyle cum and his own beefy fingers. “Eat that shit up. I want that taste still in my mouth when I’m inside you” I moan. I snake my free arm into his other bicep. It shivers, glistening in the moonlight, covered in perspiration. Vibrating, his arm yields control to its new master- to me. These arms belong to Kyle now. “God we’re so close babe,” I moan. By now, only the upper edge of my chest and head are sticking out of his. I test out the new arms I have in my possession. They’re far larger than Kyle’s so I decide to stop here for a bit and revel in maneuvering my new sweaty biceps. I make Red flex for them me, and in straining movements, he is forced to show me what they can do. I moan, as my free head falls on his shoulder, drained from the process.

“Honestly, I only settled on your ass cause you’re the next Pledgemaster. I knew you’d be perfect for slipping on some of next year’s pledges, perfect for making great fucking puppets out of this frat.” I mumble to his shoulder before looking back up at him. “But now? After getting to know you a little more? I think want something a little more. I want a taste of that ginger dick. I want a taste of that best friend of yours. Jeremy- he’s fucking hot- I bet he’s delicious, but I bet he’d be even fucking hotter and taste even fucking better from his best friend’s mouth. And when I’m inside him, wearing him as my new puppet, I want it to be because you stuffed me in there.” Emotionally, I think I have him defeated. His body more freely yields to me and my becoming Kyle is almost finally complete.

I intend to continue spouting weird shit to spook him but the part of me still outside of Red slips in a wave of cosmic shock, partially removed from Kyle. I shake violently in pain. Shit. Before I can recover, Red picks up on it and begins to fight me with his body all over. He flares to life and I feel his all out attack on me. “Kyle, Kyle, you gotta fight this. Cmon man, fight your roommate!” I feel my grasp over him slipping.

“Fuck off” I growl, losing my composure. “He likes us this way. Wants us as one permanently-forever-together because I am Kyle. You wouldn’t understand. Here, have a taste of your little’s hot mouth.” I lean up and kiss him unexpectedly, digging my tongue into his mouth, merging my lips with his.

He tries to scream, only to be stifled to a “mmphhph”. I glide my tongue over his, wrestling it into submission before jamming it inside of his. I stifle a moan as our tongues become one. I slam my face ever closer to him, until we both breath and speak from the same mouth, until at last we can only see each other’s eyes. I give him a quick wink before finishing my possession and locking myself inside my human chrysalis.

Red’s body continues to light with tremors as the fight inside drags on. I make sure to cum a little more inside him, to layer more of myself and cement him forever mine. His eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth opens unwarranted as he settles the last of his hold over his body to fight me. Goddamn he is tenacious. After what feels like hours, his body finally yields to me. He shakes viciously as the universe begins its correction. Red collapses onto the ground. In Red’s core I feel the last of Kyle’s essence integrate into my own. I feel the permanence of our connection. Nothing would ever take me out of Kyle again. I was Kyle- past, present and future. Natural order had been restored. Inside Red I felt safe, secure, complete.

I feel Red’s sweet release. He’s at peace, at bliss, since I can finally connect to his deepest parts, rearranging him into my perfect vessel. He would be mine forever. Then, I feel the fight from his mind. He grasps his body again, reiterating, begging for “Kyle” to break free from my control.

“I am here” I stated as Red, but only Kyle’s voice comes out. I break out of my shell. My naked form expels itself from Red, covered our juices, covered in my aura of forever. I close my eyes, breathing in the dank night air in Red’s room. He’s right, I fucking reek, but it felt good to smell it as a permanent Kyle. It felt good to stand with my permanently athletic legs. It felt good to use that word. Permanent.

Of course, I also left a lot of my seed in Red. Rearranged his insides so they’d better fit me. I watch expectantly at the soon-to-be reborn Red. Control over his body lights up in my mind. Red was mine.

I examine him as Kyle, playfully humming in his voice softly while I circle -around him, lightly tracing the outlines of his muscles- of my new acquisition. I will him to give me another gun-show. His body complies. Fuck. Yes. My Big Bro’s hot ginger ass was truly mine to control. “Cmon babe, you have to admit...” I trail as Kyle. “I wear you well”. As Red, my faces dances in ecstatic joy before giving myself a wink.

Red’s body giggles as I assert more control of his frame and do some small seductive dances in front of my main body. “Yeah... all me” I moan as Red- though only Kyle’s voice comes out of him. Something else was still missing. “But I think this needs a little more.” I say out loud. I worship my new self with the two new bodies I control. In the midst of my little play session, I feel Red’s mind stir within me. There it was.

I feel him inside me, digging through my mind to look for his friend, to pull Kyle out of my grasp. I feel him desperately claw his way around and decide to humor him, giving him full access to me. In increasing anguish, he pulls to my corners, digs through the depths of my mind trying to find a separate Kyle to rescue him from his roommate’s clutches. Instead, he finds no separation, no distinction between my old self and Kyle’s. When he digs, looking for Kyles memories, he instead finds them interlaced with my own. In the physical world, Red’s face paints itself with a deranged smile. I surround Red’s Psyche “Told you he was special... he’s mine forever... don’t worry though, big bro. You didn’t lose Kyle. I’m right here. You won’t be alone. I’ll be right here, inside you too”. I briefly lose control of Red’s body as I continue with my all out assault on his mind. Red’s face cringes in pain as I bombard his sense of self, embedding me inside his psyche, corrupting my Big Bro with my perversions. He briefly laughs sadistically, yielding to his newfound gifts, yielding to the pieces of me I put inside him. He moans, wrapping more of my psyche into himself “fuck yeah, babe. Keep going, I’m a good Big Bro... I can take it” before shaking his head in anger “fuck you Kyle!” The switch inside Red flips back and he resumes into moans and filthy whispers about me wearing his skin. He again snaps back and punches the nearby wall. “FUCK!” he shouts. God he was strong. I already had his body, I already had his mind, I already had Red by all accounts, yet through pure resolve alone he resists me. God I couldn’t wait to have that will of steel as my own. In any case, It looks like his body’s inclinations just needs a final little push.

I assert my new dominance over Red’s body, slapping my Kyle-self in the face, before finally speaking with Red’s voice, using it for the first time. Just controlling his voice was invigorating. “You sick fuck, Kyle. Look what you did to me, what you did in me. Toppled your Big Bro Red, conquered me, just like that. Wore my ass like suit and then left your squirmy little pieces inside” I lace his words with sex. Coming out of Red, out of my Big Bro, it feels almost blasphemous. Fuck yeah, Red feels great to be in. This body is amazing. I received the slap in Kyle with a moan. “Fuck yeah, big bro, it feels good doesn’t it? You like being my little puppet, don’t you? You want me in there, wearing you like a glove...” As Red I twirl my new fiery locks with my new, thicker fingers, “Yeah little bro... but I think we need an extra little punishment for you, for being such a fucking creep.” I make Red pout, sucking on his index finger while he continues “ How about your weird roommate jumps inside you and sews himself into your insides. How about he go even further and actually become your insides. How about he actually becomes you... How about your hot Big Bro make it permanent” I cackle maniacally as Red while Kyle’s face shifts into the dirty sneer I make us wear.

I parse Red’s mind for his reaction. It was from this point that he realizes just how far I went with Kyle. How much I became him. He relents at the matter, equally angry and aroused, finally understanding that Kyle was the one that took possession of him. Kyle created the plans to corrupt the frat. Kyle was the one did these heinous deeds because there was no difference between Kyle and his creepy roommate. Because I was Kyle.

Red wrestles back control of his body. “Fuck you Kyle, I’ll make you fucking pay for this. When I break free I’m gonna-” I cut him off as I sneer with Kyle’s face, making Red’s do the same as I continue his sentence in moans “-come crawling back because I’m your bitch forever.” I laugh heartily in his voice. Time for that little push.

In the heat of moment, I let him feel the sheer thrill of having both bodies under control, the sheer thrill of being me, before granting him control over his own body while I resonate within his psyche over the sheer ecstasy. He moans loudly “Fuck yeah... good boy... be a good Little, while dear Red here shows you how it’s done...” He rushes behind my main body, dragging his muscular arms in front of my chest feeling me up. We feel both sensations. Indescribable bliss. He leans in to my ear “we have unfinished business, bitch. It’s all your fault I’m like this... these-these... feelings...” he moans. “This is unnatural... and your punishment... your puppet wants a more” he licks my ear, probing his thick slimy tongue all over while his vascular hands tousle my sweaty hair. “C’mon Kyle. You know this body was built for fucking. Let me teach you how to use it right. Put on my skin- put this brain on. Wear me. Wear your big bro’s stud bod. Put your dick inside of mine. Haven’t-“ he trails off, grabbing his head in anguish “damn it... Kyle, why... why I am I like this...I’m a monster... What did you do to me?!” Tears well in Red’s eyes, before he catches a whiff of my scent. He goes into a toothy grin as anguish flips to a lustful frenzy. He grabs my rod in his vascular hands, and begins pumping it. He moans as we are both hit with the feeling. “Actually, no... this is good. This feels right. This is correct. I’m not a monster, I’m a fucking god. Kyle you have a decent dick... but haven’t you wondered what bigger was like? I’m bigger. Look at this thick cock. Your big bro’s got you. Come back inside, where it’s safe...” Red slams his sweaty body onto my back, dragging me inside, encasing me in his muscular flesh. He locks his arms under my own, preventing my escape, and I play along, writhing in his grasp as he draws me back, deeper and deeper into him. “I want you squirming inside me when we fuck Jeremy. When we fuck the rest of the frat... I want-I need you to do it with this dick... contaminate them. Inject them with it. Give em a little taste of Red and Kyle.” Inside Red, I sheath his dick over my own, but continue letting him take the lead. “Fuck yeah.. that’s the stuff..” He moans. “FUCK YEAH” he roars, “trying” to push me out of him. I resist, as much as I can anyway, until I can no longer maintain it and am suddenly pushed out of him. ”Not yet, bitch” he murmurs, before his flesh greedily devours mine again, moaning all the while. We repeat this a few times, edging him closer and closer.

I am paralyzed in bliss at the sensations, but Red maintains a better grasp of his emotions. He walks his inflamed, Kyle-filled self over to the pile of dirty, soccer-drenched clothes on the floor that I had I worn prior to getting into his room. He brings them up to his nose, inhaling deeply. “More...” he whispers... “I need more of you”. He puts them on, huffing in short, frenzied breaths, starting with the dirty compression shorts I had worn for my game. They are stretched impossibly tight on his ass, and he moans when the waistband snaps back at our shared dick. We proceed with the soccer shirt, thick biceps ripping the sleeves and turning it into a tank. The remains of my dirty shirt cling onto Red’s torso like a second skin, imprinting the delicate curve of each ab, each bicep, and each nipple on to its straining fabric.“Thank you... for the Kyle Sandwich” he whimpers in a trance as his eyes roll to the back of his head and we collapse onto the floor. We smell like my team after a long game. We smell like the forest. Equal parts putrid and petrichor. We smell like ecstasy. His eyelids flutter. “Good little bro”.

Then, tranquility is broken when he pushes me out. “grrrAHHH FUCk YOU KYLE” he half-shouts, half -moans. I am speechless. My form is again forcibly removed from his- I feel my visage imprint over his own, stretching his taught skin as it wraps over mine. I can see the light of day with my own eyes, and feel my cheeks stretched and melded to his freckled skin. Just a bit more. From behind me, where the back of my head should be, I feel Red’s smile and moan, as he feels my weight above him. He takes his thick arms rubbing them all over me, making sure I was stimulated the entire time I was being pushed out of him. “You got the right idea Kyle- no more deodorant for your big bro Red... we smell fucking better like this” I feel him stir, getting ready to pounce-no doubt to drag me back in. Before I can even say anything, I quickly realize the limits of my depossession. The process of pushing me out of him has slowed to a crawl. As my body continues to be expelled, to be raised out of Red, I am met with my own impossibly tight shirt and underwear, drenched in our sweat and restricting my freedom. The further my body leaves, the tighter we are pulled together by the fabric. We both moan this time. “Fuck Kyle! Get out! Get the fuck out of me!” he play-screams half convincingly, as he does a crunch with me above him. I feel the crunch from behind and he forcibly worms my own form back inside him. I pass out at the sensory overload.

When I awake, I awake in Red. I walk to the mirror and see his face as my own. In split second intervals, my Kyle-self stretches out his skin and attempts to leave before it is pulled back. We are tight. Nauseatingly full-impossibly so. By all accounts, Kyle’s body should have been expelled from Red after being inside this long-possession doesn’t usually last this long, but my little fighter, my Big Bro Red will not let me go. We are held together by my own clothing and his sheer will. Partners. Amalgamate. Corrupt. I quickly take control and feel his voice in the back of my mind, screaming at me to get out- again, only half-convincingly. For all his perfection, Red really needed some acting lessons. I begin to feel the effects of being stuck in his body for so long, as a lightness and a numbness washes over me. Yet in that same vein I feel indescribably close to him, with a hyper-awareness of Red’s body. This can’t last too long, I assume, as both of us have long since hit our limit. I throw up involuntarily on the floor- it’s all just cum.

Instead of stopping, the previous process repeats again. Our little possession dance happens again and again and again after that until we are utterly drained. We live as one Red, constantly in turmoil in the inside and perpetually in heat. Finally, a full three days later, we are both satisfied. I finally truly break from him as a lone Kyle. For one, I fucking smell, but also I am still a student. This whole experience had been immensely tiring. Still, I felt a sense of peace, in knowledge that new-Red would never leave me.

———

Though I initially wanted to fully take and possess Red, to use his body as a mindless puppet for my own, I kind of like our current setup. I moved into his room the very next day after our little break, much to the annoyance to the rest of Sig Chi. Red moans all the time when I possess him- he’s not particularly quiet about it either, and he begs for it every other day, before berating me when I actually follow through. Our “incestuous” nature is pretty clear to the rest of my frat brothers but they awkwardly avoid the subject. Jeremy is the only one that’s visibly pissed- guess we’re breaking every law in frat code or something. Whatever. If anything, they’ll all be seeing the light someday soon- and we have something extra special planned for Jeremy anyway.

I like to keep Big Bro Red in a pendulum state, between full autonomy and full possession. Even now, he constantly ‘fights’, attempting to push me out of him in vain and then dragging my ass back inside. To be honest, I find this whole setup kind of hot. I sure he does too. We’re always wrestling for control inside him, even though we both knew he was mine forever. I’ve extended the offer a few times to just jump into someone else in the frat or even leave forever but he always throws a big fit about it. Maybe he liked by puppetted by his little bro. Maybe he liked the fight. Maybe one day, I’ll actually fully take him. Of course, for now his red hot body runs a little warmer these days from our constant little dance. For now, I’ve been just been having fun, jumping in and out of him, swimming through his insides. We’ve been meaning to share too, naturally. There are some others on my mind- Red’s best friend, the Sig Chi president Jeremy- who we both agree that hot, dominant ass would make a for lovely little body to wear. Before Red, I was fine as just one person. I am forever grateful that he was my chrysalis, that he first full possession as Kyle. Because he helped me realize a king needs subjects. One day, I’ll take them all- every last hot piece of ass in this school. But for now, I’m content with occasionally just controlling and wearing Red, just wearing my proof of authenticity as Kyle.

—End Part 3—

Phew. Next story’s probably gonna be a bit lighter.

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