#exactly like a ram would crash into anything with his head

[randomly--accessed--memories]

@storm-ismyusername

Okay, so, the "Vox's kids die as children AU." I came up with the image of Vox keeping his kids in a fish tank first, but upon further reflection, I've realized that it doesn't really line up with the timeline I've established.

Vox's children were 7 and 10 when he died (1957)

Vox worked under an overlord for 3 years after his death until he broke free, started his own business, and met Alastor (1960)

He and Alastor were friends for 6 years until they fell out (1966)

Vox gained official overlord status 2 years later (1968). By the time Vox had the resources for the fish tank plan, his kids would've been 18 and 21.

The only window of time where Thomas and Sarah can die and still be children is 1957-1961, so it would have to happen when Vox was still in the employ of his overlord. I actually think the idea of struggling single dad Vox is really charming, so let's go with that.

With that background, I'm not sure if Vox would feel the need to do the fish tank thing since they went a decade without anything going wrong. Maybe it exists, but Sarah and Thomas aren't confined to it 24/7. Everyone already knows they exist, so they're allowed to move around the tower as they please (they are absolutely not allowed to go outside, though).

Okay, with that out of the way, onto the responses. Gonna answer this in parts: this one is the pre-canon stuff, the next will be the canon stuff, and the third will be RAM stuff.

Ondine & Fineas where they die as kids: How does child Sarah and Thomas react to: 1-Dying 2-Going to Hell 3-Reuniting with your dead Dad (who now has a TV for a head) Would any of their Sinner features be different? Is it weird I can see Vox being more fatherly to Sarah and Thomas than he was in his human life? So when Sarah & Thomas die as kids does Vox find them before or after his big fight with Alastor? If before, what would Alastor make of the situation?  How long does Sarah and Thomas fend for themselves in Hell? A few days, a few weeks, a month, a year?  Did someone find the first? Did Vox only learn his kids were in Hell when someone was using them as blackmail against him? Did Sarah and Thomas watch as their father brutally murder their kidnapper in front of them?  Maybe another Overlord (like Carmilla, Zestial, or Rosie) found them and gave them to Vox because they felt threatening children was beneath them and drew the line at hurting kids. Wait what if Alastor found them first? What would he do with them if he did?

Okay, so Sarah and Thomas die somewhere between 1958 and 1959. They still drowned, maintaining their aquatic theming, but I'm not sure how exactly– could've been from their mother driving under the influence and crashing the car through a bridge's guardrails, could've been just regular drowning at the beach or something. Their mother survives, so they land in Hell alone (I have no idea what an 8~9 and 11~12-year-old could've done to get sent to Hell, but let's just move on).

Not sure how Vox finds them. In the main AU, they found him by recognizing his voice in an advertisement and seeking him out, but at this point, Vox is just some random nobody. Let's just assume he got extremely lucky and happened to come across them 1-30 days after they first arrived but before anyone else thought to scoop them up. Vox is horrified that they're dead and in Hell and privately swears to permakill his wife for letting this happen if he ever sees her again. He brings them back to his shitty little apartment and starts trying to figure out how the fuck he's supposed to care for children in Hell.

Despite the circumstances, Vox is actually a better father in Hell than he was on Earth. He has nothing to his name other than a shitty errand boy job, a tiny apartment, and his two small children, who he thought he'd never see again. While the stress of having to provide for them is a beast, losing everything sort of forced him to get his priorities in order. They become far more tight-knit than when they were alive, as Vox is forced to spend more time with them and get creative when it comes to meeting their needs.

It's all quite the adjustment for Thomas and Sarah. Dying and trying to survive on the streets was as traumatizing as you'd expect. Reuniting with your dead dad and having to adjust to living in poverty is also a lot to take in. Every day, they're stuck in a one-room apartment with gunshots constantly going off outside and explicit instructions from their father to be as quiet as possible and not open the door for anyone– very different from the upper-middle-class suburbanite life they were used to. Eventually, their dad will come home with cheap food, they'll spend some time together, and then all curl up in their one bed and try to sleep. Wash, rinse, repeat. It's not a comfortable life, but it's definitely more intimate than how things used to be. Thomas starts letting go of some of his resentment of Vox since he can tell he's actually trying now, and Sarah's view of him as A Good Dad, Actually solidifies.

Eventually, Vox secretly kills his overlord, starts his first business, and is taken under Alastor's wing. Things become more comfortable for the three of them, and Alastor becomes something akin to a weird but fun uncle to the kids. Things are looking up for the family as Vox starts to build power and wealth. It's horrifying for the kids when Vox comes home one night without a head and swears vengeance on Alastor, but that incident only adds to Vox's upward momentum. After ten years of struggling in Hell, Thomas and Sarah (or rather, Fineas and Ondine) find themselves back in the lap of luxury as their father claims the title of the Overlord of Television.

[thunderboltfire]

Poor battering ram of a woman, how come you've chosen so badly who to follow?

[roetrolls]

Proxy War

Catching a Pravus unawares is no easy feat, doubly so for a Pravus on the lam. As hyperactive as your mind can be, you’re never too distracted to keep your head up, and If Zerkev has taught you anything, it’s to watch your six. 

You’ve gotten relaxed in the city, especially knowing the House of Restoration hasn’t given you up yet, but you’re far from careless. Rarely do you walk the streets without some portion of your brain on high alert, eyes and ears always primed for danger.

Who would have thought your father’s own anxious habits would be the very thing keeping you out of his grasp? A bit of poetic irony, there. Your little quartet seems chock full of the stuff.

Most nights, your careful surveillance amounts to nothing. But as Zerkev always told you, nine-hundred and ninety-nine nights could be safe. What you need to be ready for is one.

And, as luck would have it, it seems you’ve found the one in question. 

It’s brief––a quick flash in your peripheral, barely there for a second––but there’s no mistaking what you saw. That was Zerkev’s cape.

He’s gone when you snap your head to look for him, likely turned the corner into the bustle of street traffic near the Roatus family’s church. God, you’d nearly forgotten it, but this place is his, isn’t it? You really have been just under his nose.

No time to be smug, though. You need to get out of sight. Leaving no room for hesitation or pride, you turn tail and run (well, power-walk, running draws eyes) back the way you came. No big deal, you’ve got contingency plans in place for exactly this kind of threat. You’ll shoot Styx a text and camp out at Lowgrounds until someone can get you back to Ilioneus. 

You pull your phone from your pocket as you walk, typing with one hand and raising the other to your mouth. The taste of polish reminds you not to bite just as your thumbnail finds its way between your teeth.

In roughly the same instant, you crash into something bony and unyielding, and the collision sends your phone clattering to the pavement. Fuck. You hope the screen’s not cracked.

You lift your head and, hypocrite that you are, get ready to tell this jackass they should watch where they’re going. The thought dies on your lips, however, when you are met with a grinning two-toned face, slathered halfway with paint and entirely too close, their nose practically brushing yours. They cock their head to the side, smile widening enough to make them squint.

“Hello, Little Prince.”

You leap away with an involuntary shout, regretfully startled by the clown’s encroaching face. 

“What the fuck!?” is all you can think to say, fins flaring their surprise. That’s an Otrame– one of Mahkir’s right hands. What the hell are they doing in the city?

Where’s the other one?

No sooner has the thought occurred to you than you receive an answer, a pair of thin arms snaking out from behind you to hook themselves under yours and heft you back, legs hanging uselessly off the ground. A pair of lips settle beside your ear, their smile audible.

“Someone’s in a hurry.”

The twin in front of you, Erilee you think, giggles their delight. “A full one-eighty.”

“On the run?”

“Must have seen something.”

“Something frightful.”

“What was it, Little Prince? We’re dreadfully curious.”

God, these freaks are annoying. With a growl in your throat, you twist and thrash against Elison’s sturdy grip, scrabbling wildly as you attempt to ram your dangling feet against something vulnerable. Each time you’re about to find an opening, though, he contorts himself to avoid the blow, laughing as your kicks repeatedly fail to connect.

“He’s distracted,” your walking crucifix tells his twin, wiggling you for emphasis. “Yoohoo, Princey! We’re talking to you!”

“What the fuck do you want?” you snap, baring your teeth at the clown that can see them.

“Mean,” he pouts.

“So mean.”

“I only asked you a question.”

“An easy one too!”

“We don’t get to choose, you know.”

“Not like our Benji-boy.”

“Our Benny…”

“So talented.”

“Would you shut the fuck up!?” you bark, irritation mounting. 

Both twins giggle at your outburst, locking eyes over your squirming shoulder. Erilee’s grin widens. He decides to move first, peeling away to slip into the narrow alley at the end of the block.

Somehow, it takes watching him turn the corner for their jabbering to connect, and your mind leaps back to the fleeting glimpse of Zerkev that sent you this way. 

Like Benjin, they said. The fuckers had you seeing things.

Since when were hallucinations a part of their powerset? You knew they could cause daymares– how had it never occurred to you that they might be able to conjure waking ones as well?

Another growl rises from your chest as Elison follows their brother into the alley, toting you along as though you weigh nothing at all. You twist to peer over his shoulder and gaze helplessly at your phone, still laying face-down on the sidewalk. At least the street is empty. Hopefully it’ll still be there once you get out of this mess.

If it’s not… Fuck, you don’t even want to think about that. You’re careful with the information you save, but anything could be a lead in the right hands. Your mind flits briefly to your sister, the way she pinned down Veylin’s details for you. Guilt pools in your stomach.

Then something else displaces it.

You’re still craning your neck to see onto the street when a fist rams your gut with enough force to make your gills spasm. You sputter from the impact, folding in on yourself with a groan.

“A little weak for a fuschia, isn’t he?” Erilee asks, shaking out their hand.

“Is he?” Elison’s voice sounds in your ear again.

“I don’t know!” they chirp gleefully, “I’ve never hit one before!”

Fucking clowns.

There’s no way Zerkev would have sent these tools to find you… Right? It had to be Mahkir. But why?

Ben?

Is it possible he knows? He was following Veylin closely enough to send that bouquet. Is this the next step up? Another escalation?

“He’s got a thinking face on, Ellie.”

“You’re going to regret this,” you grit uselessly, the threat sounding about as pathetic as you feel right now. Elison’s hold is unflinching, but you try once more to thrash your way to freedom, swinging your legs in hopes of gaining momentum without wasting energy.

Erilee watches you squirm with a cloying smile.

“Are we?”

“I’m off-limits! Mahkir fucking knows–” Unf.

Erilee’s fist once again finds itself lodged in your stomach, this time landing so hard that even Elison staggers slightly. It’s enough to have you seeing spots, and you’re still recovering from the shock when that same hand moves to grip you harshly by the face. Squeezing your jaw until your lips pucker, Erilee fixes you with a tight and threatening grin.

“We think,” he starts, fingers digging into your musculature, “that you. Should use. His title.”

Little freaks. You make a mental note to never again complain about your upbringing in front of Benjin. There’s something seriously wrong with these guys.

“Fine,” you grunt, voice muffled slightly by the iron grip Erilee maintains on your face. “The Dominion knows better than to hurt me. Zerkev–”

“And yourself… Not exactly on speaking terms, are you, Little Prince?”

Your shoulders drop, as much as they can with your arms held aloft like this, at least, but you don’t back down.

“You can’t fucking touch me.”

“No?” “That doesn’t sound right,” Elison chimes in, waggling you in the air. “I’m touching him right now!”

“Must be mistaken.”

“Terribly mistaken.”

“Maybe he wants more proof.”

“They do like facts, those Pravuses.”

Yet again, Erilee bludgeons you with a fist, wailing on the same tender spot for a third time. The pained whimper his blow elicits is embarrassing, and with how Elison giggles in response to it (would they quit giggling already?) you imagine they think the same.

“He’s fun, isn’t he?” they coo at their twin before turning their focus back to you, voice dropping to speak directly in your ear. “I wonder how long Harlan could keep you before your daddy caught on…”

Your veins turn to ice.

There’s no way. Not even Mahkir is self-absorbed enough to pick a fight with your father, and swiping you out from under him, hiding you from him, would do exactly that. He’d have to be the most short-sighted troll in the galaxy to plan a stunt like this.

It’s a bluff.

It has to be.

But you’re not waiting around to find out.

A surge of adrenaline gives you the push you need to ignore your aching core, and you slump forward as far as you can before rearing back to slam your skull against Elison’s. They drop you almost instantly, hands shooting to cup their bloodied face, and you fall to the ground in a heap.

Broken noses.

Not fun.

Erilee is already jumping into action as you stagger to your feet, and you barely manage to jump away in time when they make a grab for your fins.

So that’s their style. Get you between a rock and a hard place, find something vulnerable and hold it hostage.

You can play that game.

Pivoting on your heel, you dodge another grab from Erilee and take a swipe of your own, closing your hand around Elison’s horn and yanking them in front of you like a shield. They hiss slightly as you jostle them, still holding their face, and you place your free hand on their throat.

Erilee stares into you, expression blank save for the darkening shade of their sclera.

“Tell Mahkir to meet me himself next time,” you spit, baring your teeth at him.

In front of you, Elison begins to giggle again. “What a farce.”

Laughter wracks his shoulders, briefly, before he winces and falls still, though the sound carries on just the same.

“You don’t want that, Princey,” he chortles, grinning despite the searing pain in his face. “You don’t want that at all.”

Erilee’s gaze flicks to their brother for a moment before returning to you, just as murderous as before. You feel your shoulders tense, as if waiting for him to pounce, but he doesn’t seem to be preparing a move.

Focused as you are on the other twin, you don’t realize until too late that Elison is busy eyeing the placement of your hand on his throat. He snaps his head to the side suddenly, a move that has to hurt like hell with his broken nose, and clamps his own sharpened fangs around your forearm. You feel your skin split under his teeth, and panic blossoms in your chest.

On reflex, you jerk away from the attack, drastically worsening the bite in your rush to free yourself from it.

But you don’t feel the blood yet. There’s time.

Erilee’s expression shifts, no doubt a reaction to the prey-like fear overtaking your previously determined features, but you don’t have the wherewithal to analyze their face. 

You bolt, the only thing you can think to do, and skid onto the street with your heart hammering in your ears. You’re on borrowed time.

You might not faint! You don’t always faint. But you sure as hell can’t fight.

Can’t focus.

Need that energy to ignore it.

Ignore the warm trickle running into your palm. Sticky. Wet. Your stomach turns.

Ignore.

You might hear their footsteps. You don’t check. Pavement’s empty. Phone. Phone’s gone.

Okay.

Okay.

Just run.

Following? You’re not sure. You can feel the blood, feel droplets fly off as you sprint mindlessly down the road. Fuck. Don’t look.

He has it in his mouth. Your blood is in his mouth.

A wave of nausea nearly knocks you over, and you struggle to control your breathing. Your head is swimming, the edges of your vision blurred. But you see someone. You see purple. Leather jacket. Benjin? No. Good. Last person that should be here. 

He has a phone. You know that sticker, he has your phone. He’s holding it funny.

You know him.

Thank god, you know him.

With shallow breaths, you throw yourself into the troll and grip his arms for leverage, catching an unfortunate glimpse of your own bloody wound in the process. 

“Roatus,” you warble, pointing a shaky finger in his face. “You take this to your fucking grave.”

He raises his eyebrows and looks past you, just as your knees finally buckle beneath your weight.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Break the Ice

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: When his best friend falls through the ice when skating, Rick tries to save you. But pulling you out of the water might just be the start of things….

Word Count: 1423

TW: Hurt/Comfort, Hypothermia, Near Drowning, Huddle for Warmth

One minute you were skating circles around him, and the next Rick watched as you plunged into the freezing water below the ice. You must have hit a thin spot or your continuous skating in that area just weakened it. But the why ultimately didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were his best friend, you were in trouble, and Rick wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

As he approached the break, Rick couldn’t see the faintest trace of you. It was like you had been sucked into a black hole. Flinging off his heavy, cumbersome skates, he slammed his bare heel into the ice around the edge of the chasm, widening it slightly. Then, he dove into the gaping abyss.

The icy water hit him like a sledgehammer, causing an involuntary gasp that released half of his precious air reserves. But he tried his best to ignore the biting chill as he swam down deeper into the darkness. He couldn’t see any sign of you as he frantically lashed out his arms while he swam, hoping he would get lucky and brush up against you.

Finally, just as he was on his last few seconds of oxygen, he felt a strand of your hair brush over his hand. His fingers were so numb, it almost didn’t register, but as he surged forward, he crashed into your shoulder. Grasping a large handful of your jacket, Rick swam as hard as he could to the surface. A miniscule dot of light was his only indication of where to head, but the world grew brighter the closer he got to freedom. And just as black dots began dancing in front of his vision, Rick’s head burst through the hole that had already begun to frost over.

Dragging your head out of the water, his heart stopped as he noticed you weren’t breathing. But he had partially expected this, and now was not the time to shut down. After a lot of maneuvering, Rick managed to lift you onto the solid ice. He then heaved himself up beside you.

Rolling quickly to his knees, he began chest compressions, exactly as he had been taught back at boot camp many years ago. It was second nature at this point. He only hesitated for a moment when it came time to perform mouth to mouth. For as many years as the two of you had known each other, you had never crossed this line. Yet, for how long had he imagined pressing his lips against yours? Dreamed about what they would feel like, taste like? But he never imagined this would be how he found out. Ramming his mouth into your icy, blue lips, he breathed heavily into you, forcing air back into your still lungs. But nothing happened. Two more times he repeated the cycle but…. nothing.

“Come on, darlin’, don’t do this to me! Wake up! Please, just fucking, wake up!” With the last pound to your chest, you jerked straight up, spewing water from your mouth as you coughed and gagged. Rick didn’t think he had ever felt so relieved in his life.

Once you managed to catch your breath, you fell back onto the ice as you curled into a tight ball. “R-r-r-r-i-i-” You couldn’t even get his entire name past your lips as your teeth chattered furiously.

Rick scooped you up tightly into his strong arms. He murmured softly in your ear, trying to keep his own teeth from clacking together, “I know, darlin’, I-I know. But I’ve got ya. You’re sa-safe now.”

As quickly as he could in just his thick socks, he hurried across the ice towards his truck. He could feel your hair stiffening into icy strands as the water still clinging to it began to freeze in the wind. You were still quivering violently in his arms, but you seemed to have slipped into unconsciousness. He had to get you warm and dry and soon.

As soon as he opened the door to his truck, he realized a sobering fact. Both of your clothes were still wet, with much of the water on your outer layer already hardening into a frosty coating, which meant….

Rick fumbled with frozen fingers at the zippers and buttons on your clothes as he removed layer after sopping layer. When you were left in just your undergarments, he considered leaving them on but he knew he needed to keep you as dry and as warm as possible. So, averting his eyes as much as he could, he removed your remaining clothes and quickly covered your naked form with one of the blankets he had in the back seat.

Once you were snuggly tucked in, Rick draped your dry jacket over you for added warmth. Luckily, you had left your heaviest one in the truck, stating the two of you were going to be working up a sweat on the ice and you wouldn’t need it. Then he began to strip, the pile of wet clothes soon doubling in size. When he was completely naked, he wrapped the other blanket around himself the best he could. Then he lifted you up and climbed into the front of the truck. He turned all the heaters to low as he pulled you in close to his chest.

As you began to stir, your hand weakly clawed at the heater knob, trying to twist it all the way up but Rick stopped you. “I know you want that heat, darlin’, but warmin’ up too fast is just as dangerous as not warmin’ up at all. We need to do this a little at a time.”

You nodded furiously but because of your shivering, once you started, you didn’t seem to be able to stop. Your head just continued shaking up and down like a bobble-head doll. Placing one hand gently on your cheek, Rick pressed your face tighter against his chest. After a few minutes, the bobbing stopped.

“That’s the last time I let you talk me into going ice skating.” Rick said with a chuckle.

“Sh-shu-shut up. We were ha-hav-having f-fun be-before this hap-pened. Be-besides…nev-er get t-to see yo-you an-anymore.” You mumbled softly through blue tinted lips. It pained Rick to hear the intense tremor in your voice, but at least you were coherent enough to speak.

He brushed some of your damp hair off of your face. “I know. And I’m sorry. Work’s been really busy lately. You know how it is.”

“I-I know. B-but I mi-miss you.” You snuggle your face deeper into him.

“I know…I miss you too.” Rick smoothed his hand across the blanket covering your back. Another shiver ran down your spine. “Ah, come on, darlin’. It’s not that cold.”

“Ya, know… It’s-s a s-sc-scientiffic fact that… larger, more mus-s-scular people’s bo-odies run warmer. I gu-guess I lucked out. You’re my own personal sp-space heater. You’ve al-always be-en incredibly hot.”

Rick smiled. “Is that so? Well, just for future knowledge, there are easier ways to get me out of my clothes.” He regretted the words the second they left his mouth. While it was true, he had been dreaming for years about holding you like this, bodies pressed together in a tender embrace, he knew this was not the way he wanted it to happen. Also, he was sure you had to be mortified about the situation as it was. Two thin blankets were the only things that separated your naked bodies, and though he had tried his best not to look, you had to know he had gotten a pretty good glimpse of your breathtaking figure.

But instead of getting mad or embarrassed, you just chuckled. “I don’t know, Flag. I’ve be-en trying for ages and no-nothing else seem-ed to be working. Call this my l-last resort.”

He looked down at you in surprise. “Are you serious?”

You shrugged, a coy smile on your lips. “I mean, no, I didn’t fall through the ice on purpose, but also… yeah… I like you. A lot. I have for years. I thought you knew that?”

“No…. I thought I was the only one who felt that way.”

Your smile widens as you get a slightly devious gleam in your eyes. “Well…. I might have stopped shaking, but I’m still really cold. I seem to remember reading something about increasing the core temperature and blood flow to treat hypothermia. Do you think you could help me with that?”

Rick’s smile now rivaled your own. “Well, darlin’, it would be my pleasure.”

[bubble-dream-inc]

TOO SLOW!

tokyo revengers street racing AU hcs + what cars they drive

⤷ feat. Draken, Baji, Souya, Nahoya, Koko, Ran and Sanzu

a/n: this is extremely specific and self indulgent bc i have 0 car enthusiast friends so i'm forcing y'all to listen to my ramblings thanks

KEN RYUUGUJI → Nissan Skyline GTR R32 

☆ I can picture Draken with any modded up Sedan with a wide body kit tbh, in fact, his car is the most modified of them all, both in performance and cosmetics, since he does own an automotive shop.

☆So he spends his free time tinkering on his envied dark pink Skyline, and he’s arguably one of the most skilled drivers out there, even if not the most competitive one.

KEISUKE BAJI → Mazda RX-7 

☆ Baji is a menace, and his car reflects that perfectly. His black and red Mazda makes the other racers quake in fear just by looking at it and knowing the amount of raw skill its driver has, but, while Baji does enjoy a good ol’ fashioned sprint race, it would be a shame to have such a classic car and not master the art of drifting, so that’s exactly what he did.

☆You can find him in the most dangerous corners, the loud exhaust and the sound of the screeching tires being heard from miles away. A bit of a hoonigan.

SOUYA KAWATA → Subaru Legacy GT Spec B

☆Angry doesn’t really care that much for competition, he’s more of a casual racer/cruiser, that’s why he has a more casual - and less modded - car.

☆His blue Subaru might not look that intimidating or fast, but he makes up for it with skill, deceiving any rival who decides to underestimate him. His car is the textbook definition of a sleeper.

NAHOYA KAWATA → Toyota Supra A80

☆Like his younger brother, Smiley is never at an event that much for the race itself - that’s just an afterthought -, no, he’s much more focused on showing off his tuned Supra whose looks can make any head turn.

☆Sure, he loves winning, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention of the crowd fawning over his red, neon-and-audio-system-in-the-trunk clad car, especially once he revs up to show off his extremely loud exhaust and backfire.

HAJIME KOKONOI → Stock Rimac Nevera

☆Listen, Koko doesn’t actually give a shit about cars, he just likes to win, hence why he’d rather fork out an ungodly amount of money to import a supercar instead of modding a normal one.

☆That’s also why he prefers drag racing, since he knows he has no skill, winning them shouldn’t be a problem against more skilled drivers as long as he has the most horsepower - and money - in the room.

RAN HAITANI → Lotus Exige Cup 430

☆Ran values luxury and elegance more than anything, so it makes sense he would have one of the most well known Lotus models. Sure, it might not be your usual street racing car, but, at the starting line, it’s always the sleekest, and its sheer power makes everyone look his way and whisper about it once he arrives in any race.

☆ Granted, much like Smiley, he would rather stay on the sidelines feeding off the attention he gets off onlookers gushing about his expensive vehicle.

HARUCHIYO SANZU → Mitsubishi Lancer Evo I

☆When it comes to driving aggressively, Sanzu is worse than Baji. He doesn’t mind playing dirty to win, and will ram into any car that dares stand too close for comfort at the track, even if it’s at the expense of his own car.

☆He just really loves the adrenaline rush of crashing his opponents and seeing the fear in their eyes first hand once they spot his baby pink Lancer at the starting line.

tags: @mikeys-bike-slut

[choicesmc]

For Rin, Rams, and Fiona:

13 for Appearance

17 for Objects

3 for Food

19 for Weather and Nature

18 for Community and Relationships

13 for Mind, Body, and Soul

4 for Hobbies and Activities

thank you for including rams and rin!! really fun answering asks for them!!

13. What is something your character would refuse to wear?

RAMS - Dark academia. Just looking at it makes him tired. All the plaids and browns and blacks and beiges —it’s just sad. If this makes sense: dark academia comes with a certain personality accessory, you know the insular academic with niche interests in literature etc. The way Rams sees it, if he wears dark academia then he’s gotta adopt the dark academia personality and it’ll drag down his regular personality. 

FIONA - Fiona’s pretty open to everything… just as long as he can put he bought it. No offense to his friends but Gigi is the only person he really trusts to pick out clothes for him. As in, anyone can recommend clothes to him (since that leaves the final choosing up to Fiona)but actually buying and gifting him clothes gets under his skin especially if it’s something he wouldn’t wear. 

RIN - Beige khaki shorts and cheetah print/animal print. It makes her look tacky, at least in her opinion. She does not have the charisma or the confidence to pull off those looks at all. Not that she’s interested in it in the first place but it’d be a limitation even if she wanted to.

17. What is most important to your character when shopping?

RAMS - Comfort+Aesthetic, hands down. Co wants to enjoy using whatever co’s buying. Plus, cos room has a very inviting cozy feel so co wouldn’t want to contradict those vibes (assuming whatever co’s buying is for cos room). 

RIN - Price/Quality ratio. She’s pretty budget conscious with her money but still wants all the best stuff. Which results in her being a really great shopper, she does her research beforehand so she knows exactly what she’s getting and at what price and if the quality’s alright. She’s the type of person who knows the price of stuff at all the nearby stores off the top of her head.

FIONA - The Vibes. Money isn’t really a problem anymore so everything is on a vibes-with-it-basis. Sure, actual use is important but vibes trump that. 

9. Is there a food or drink your character is unwilling to try?

No. For all of ‘em. Anything and everything is worth ONE try minimum. 

19. What animal would your character say best represents them?

Will not lie, I haven’t really thought about this. So this is subject to change but for now this is what I think! 

RIN: “Something pretty dangerous, but doesn’t just attack without reason. Probably a hippo.” (Accurate)

RAMS: “A ferret? Maybe? Friendly and slippery? I think?” (inaccurate: rams is more like an alpine ibex)

FIONA: “Oh, easy. A swan. Striking, elegant, and looks pretty in most colors.” (accurate enough) 

18. What is your character's favorite form of affection?

FIONA - Gifts + Words of Affection 

RAMS - Physical touch + Quality Time

RIN - Acts of Service + Quality Time 

13. How does your character relax? 

RIN - ultimate relaxation technique? Amusement park rides! But that’s not something she can do everyday or easily so… bungee jumping, horror movies, anything that makes her adrenaline spike 

FIONA - If he needs to relax right after work then he’s heading to the roller rink! If he’s at home, then toss on a podcast and knit some sweaters!  

RAMS - 1) Music + 2) Friends + 3) Quietly Spending Time together = A happy and relaxed Rams. Rams can very much be the ‘cat’ of the group. Literally just lounging around on everyone. It’s great, it’s fun.  

4. Is there an activity your character used to enjoy that they now dislike?

RAMS - Academics in general? He used to be super into school, doing assignments, and talking to to teachers/making friends at school. But crashed and burned during high school and he still loves learning just... not school. 

RIN -Not really? She didn’t do much as a kid so most of the stuff she did she still enjoys in mostly unchanged form. 

FIONA - Speeches… He is a pretty good orator and used to take huge pride in it because it made his parents super happy. They took any chance to have him speak in front of people especially through church service youth days when he’d pastor 😬 Now it’s… a thing he can do. 

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Chapter Seven: Frey

For that brief time, everything was perfect. But then that time was ended.

The warning of the heralds held true—evil did come upon the kingdom of Othrys in the dark of night. An evil that, as I understand, had tried to take root many times since the prince’s birth.

Yes, but they had set guard against it, hadn’t they? Many a fine man kept watch, and kept ‘em out! Hence the golden childhood you told of, dear Sharp Eyes.

They did set guard. That’s how I know now that evil ever tried to enter in before. But they could not hold forever.

Yes, and in the end, it was children’s eyes that saw the dark deeds of that night.

Your eyes.

…Yes. Yes, my eyes.

Frey crept through the dim halls, as careful and quiet as if he were trying to sneak up and catch a bird. Or steal one. Stealing was for him the more likely simile.

Din HAS to be here somewhere. Probably in some deep, dark dungeon, like in the Blackguard’s fortress. He resisted the urge to groan aloud. Heck. Why didn’t he run faster? He’s a teenager, for goodness sakes! Years older than me! He should know better.

The tramp of armed men echoed nearby. Frey caught his breath and pressed against the wall, listening. The footsteps came near. They passed. Then they faded. He let out a sigh, but only softly.

Heck. See now? See what I’m going through just to get him out? He should be grateful. This more than makes up for my running off while he got collared for what happened.

His conscience nudged him, but he shook his head and crept on. Besides, fessing up would do no good. That would just land us both in prison. And telling my fine guardian about it wouldn’t help much either—why, he’d make us give it all back! Or else burn it for witchery.

Frey peeked round the corner, swiveling his head. Then, spying no one, and hearing no one, he crept down the next hall. Not a soul had seen him. And he’d make sure none would.

He smiled smugly at his capabilities. Well now, I’m pretty skilled at skulking along, I’d say. I’m stealthy enough. I should be in and out of this place with Din in no time. He nodded. This is definitely the best plan.

There was a gigantic crash that shattered his confidence into the sharp shards of a gasp. In his startlement, Frey stumbled back a couple steps. And a couple too many—he rammed right into the wall. The collision knocked the wind from him and he slipped down, hitting his side on the floor.

As the clattering, collapsing clamour rolled to a silence, Frey gasped as quietly as he could manage, trying to recover his breath. And his dignity. Well, he thought, elbowing himself up, maybe my reaction was a LITTLE extreme, but it wasn’t so ridiculous as all that. After all, at least I didn’t scream like a child.

Once he’d salvaged his pride, Frey turned his ears toward the sound. There was still sound. The odd clatter or two, hushed voices (not like guards), and… sniffling. Not a dog, trying to find a foxhole, nor anything ghostly—he and his partner had seen plenty of those (Din moreso, of course). He could recognize the difference between a living voice and a dead one. No, this sound was the sound of a child, hurt and trying very hard to be brave.

Frey’s heart twinged. He knew that sound. As much as he’d have denied it aloud, he knew exactly how it felt to try and be brave.

A last clank, and then light footsteps, heading away. He glanced around: no one was near. No one seemed to be coming. But with as loud a noise as the one he’d heard a moment ago, he was sure they soon would be. And Frey needed to move before they did.

His eyes scanned the shadowy hall behind him, watching it fade into gloom and refusing to feel small. Might should’ve found out where the dungeons are before I snuck into the king’s castle. Skulking don’t help much unless you know where you’re skulking to.

Ideas came into his head—crying out that there was trouble in the dungeons and following the guards, or finding a ghost and spinning some story to get it to take him. There’d probably be some way to trap it there. If it was anything like the Blackguard’s dungeon, the cells would be able to hold a ghost.

But then his eyes turned back toward the direction of the noise, of the sniffling of a child trying to be brave. He bit his lip, uncertain.

Heck.

Scrambling up with as much stealth as he could, Frey followed the footsteps. He could think of something to tell Din about the delay.

A couple corners away, he found the source of the noise, or at least of the racket: a suit of armour, in pieces and scattered across the stone. The sniffler must have knocked it over. He stared at the mess of metal for a moment.

It wasn’t the only one of its kind—seven suits lined the hallway, each slightly or drastically different from the others. The fallen suit was not the first in the hallway, nor the last. But it would’ve been the finest of the lot. At least, from all Frey could tell. Its sword gleamed almost with its own light, like a candle behind a paper, and the insignias of its blue shield caught his eye. He was almost tempted to take them up himself, test their weight.

There was a whimper, quickly muffled in (he knew) an attempted courage. Frey took a last glance at the armour, then hurried on, swift as a little brown fox.

Besides, he thought, almost chidingly as he turned his back, why should I care about getting all gussied up in knight gear? Heck. You’d think I was just some little kid playing pretend.

As he followed along, wiping all awe of the armour from his thoughts, the sounds changed. He began to hear less of the footsteps and more of the whispers, cautious and quiet. Almost too quiet. These hallways all flowed together like so many mapless rivers. He began to feel all too close to losing the current he was trying to follow. And he began to feel all too silly for the try.

But as he waded on through the shadows, groping for a sign, something stopped him. A sound, very close by. A voice, probably no older than his own.

A song.

It was the song that saved him. With its tune could be heard the sniffling, and he followed them both. He came closer and closer to finding. Then, there they suddenly were. Almost too suddenly—he had to dart back behind the last wall to keep from being seen. Once he was sure he was safe, he peered discreetly around the corner.

There were two children. Six and seven, he guessed (and Frey was always right about ages). Golden hair and brown. Both in their nightclothes. One was a boy (the sniffler), covered in dust and already-forming bruises. The other was a girl (the singer), wrapping a bandage round the boy’s arm. A feathered felt cap dangled from his other hand. A carved wooden box stood open at her side.

Frey listened a little closer to the song, but found he couldn’t understand it. Some unknown language had crafted the words. And… well, perhaps it was only the time of night. Perhaps it was only the strangeness of the striking scene. But to Frey’s mind, it might as well have been the language of the fairies.

No. Heck. Don’t be silly. It’s just a language from a place I’ve never been. Not from Fairyland. Only a baby would believe that.

Wherever their homeland, the foreign words formed almost a magical effect. As the girl sang, binding the arm, her hands seemed steadier than any grown-up’s. As she sang, ever so gently, the boy’s sniffles and whimpers died down, calming his stifled sobs. As she sang, even Frey’s sharp attitude waned, like a dagger lowering in his hand. Such a strange song! To his heart, its flowing lilt felt as simple and sincere as a farmhouse by a stream, and as alien as the notion of a home.

For a moment, he wished himself such a place. For a moment, he felt himself a child. And he did not hate the feeling, and he did not despise the wish.

But there. Now she had finished, and the song was over. She sighed and began putting the remaining bandages into her little box. And it was suddenly clear that no magic had been wrought. Blood was visible in the white of the bandage. Bruises had not vanished. Frey was eight years old no longer. But calm remained even still.

The boy smudged away the dusty tear-stains on his face. Then he looked at the girl. “What song is it?”

She looked up from her work. “Hmm?”

“I—” He sniffled, fidgeting with the rim of the cap in his hands. “I heard your grandfather humm—ming it afore. I heard you sing it afore t—too.”

“Oh… you did?” She turned her gaze back toward the box, seeming a little embarrassed. But the shadows would show no sign of a blush.

“Is—is it magic?”

At that, her smile broke like a laugh upon her face. “No, Naphtali, it’s not magic. It’s not grand enough for that. It’s just an old Scottish song.”

Frey nodded sharply at that, recovering his old, adultish attitude as if recovering a hat he’d let blow off. See? Not Fairyland.

“Me grandfather says it’s been with our family for generations past,” she continued.

“Ev—ven past him?”

“Oh, long past. He says it helps to steady the hands and steady the nerves. For both nurse and patient,” she added, giving him the smile.

The boy—Naphtali, she’d said—returned her a smile of his own, then wiped his nose and sighed. “Well, I think it’s grand enough to be magic. It made me be brave.” His grin grew, and he gripped the cap tighter. “Why, it could make me be brave if I got stabbed by a evil wizard, or smashed by a great troll, and then I’d be all better!”

As if such notions summoned all his courage, this Naphtali clapped the cap to his head, its plume bobbing, and hopped to stand on his seat. He lifted his arm as if it bore a sword and let out what must’ve been a mighty battle roar. Then he winced and clutched his chest. “Ugggghhhh, I’m dying…”

“Naphtali!” The girl glanced around, eyes wide, but hand covering a smile.

“The wicked one got me!” he gasped dramatically, sinking down. But he almost immediately popped up again, singing loudly (in almost the same tune), “DOMMY, get that to Ann Two-Bar! Dommy, get that to ANN AND PAN!”

She tried to shush him, no longer hiding her grin. “You silly, you’ll wake the whole castle!”

“Kiddy-kid, me too, bid me a snort! DOMMY AND ANN DORK-A-DUST!”

“That’s not even the right words!” she cackled. Oh, she was laughing now. Laughing like it was the first time she’d ever laughed before.

“WHOOP!” And he sprang up straight again, posing like a tournament champion. “See, Sharp Eyes? I’m allllll better! TADA!” Naphtali flexed his arms, then flinched and grabbed his bandage. “Ow.”

At the ridiculous scene, Frey couldn’t help but snicker. Then he darted back behind the wall, realizing his mistake as the two voices fell silent. He held his breath. They hadn’t seen him, had they? A moment trickled past. Then the girl called Sharp Eyes whispered something about how ‘the goblins’ would catch them if they didn’t hurry off to bed. The boy named Naphtali protested loudly that he’d fight them all, every one.

But by then, Frey was slipping away. He’d lingered too long already. If he wasn’t careful, the ‘goblins’ might catch him too. Ha! Only my goblins are tall and wear red uniforms. And they already caught Din.

He was pondering all the strange things he’d heard and seen that night—the towering suits of armour like silent knights, the flowing song’s not-quite-magic, the pair of children too young to be sweethearts, the talk of red goblins in the halls—and thinking what a funny tale it might make on paper. But in his pondering, he forgot his skulkiness. He rounded a corner a little too carelessly and crashed face-first into another person. For a moment, all he could see was red.

“Who are you?” demanded a voice not meant for sharpness. A gloved hand grabbed his sleeve. “What do you think—oh.”

The ‘oh’ softened the man’s tone, and the grip turned only to a hand on his shoulder. Frey turned his eyes up. There indeed stood a guard, a tall soldier, vigilance in his very features. But his gaze seemed kind, even in its caution.

Frey knew what it meant at once. All this dark-haired man saw before him was a youngster astray in the halls. Not some dangerous invader. It would’ve been a relief, if it hadn’t been so irritating to be seen as a child.

“Well, lad,” said the guard with a tiny smile, “roaming the castle of Othrys in the middle of the night is usually reserved for guards and ghosts. And you’re neither of those.”

“No need to beat around the bush, soldier,” Frey replied, knocking the hand from his shoulder carelessly. This condescension wouldn’t work on him. “If you’re asking about the crash, I’ll tell you now, it wasn’t me. I was an innocent bylistener, same as you. If you’re asking about something else, just tell me.”

“I was asking about something else—your reasons for being here, of all places, at this time of night.”

“Sure you were,” he dodged, folding his arms. “I can tell small talk when I hear it.”

The soldier tilted his head at the boy, eying him curiously. “Let’s say I was asking about the crash. What would you say if I asked you what you knew about it?”

“And what would you say if I was telling the truth?”

“If it was the truth, it would be my part to believe it. But it would be your part to tell it. And that is a part far more mature than lying or making excuses.”

“Well, then, let—”

Frey stopped. Frowned as he stared at the man. Turned a furrowed brow toward the floor. That last comment had struck him. It would be childish to make excuses. Not that he had done anything worth making excuses for. But as for lying…

He angled his eyes upward. There waited the soldier for truth. Well, he’d prove himself the more mature. He’d tell him truth.

“It was a boy and a girl. Mainly the boy, I think. I didn’t see it, but from what I saw and heard after, he must’ve knocked over a suit of armour. The one with the blue shield. He got himself a little injured, so the girl fixed him up. She…” His words stalled, memory making description difficult. “…she sang a song.”

The soldier’s guarded gaze softened, and Frey knew at once the man believed him. Believed him from experience, at that. Whoever the pair were, he knew them, and knew them by heart. Perhaps one of them was his child.

His theories went unspoken. The guard nodded and straightened. “I see. Well, that certainly solves the mystery of the crash. Do you happen to know where our culprits went?”

There, Frey’s newfound honesty fell. His cunning cut it down.

Unless my guess is wildly wrong, these two have done this kind of thing before. Makes things easier for me. It’d be almost natural to believe a drop of dishonesty in a whole storm of truth. Besides, his mind added, pushing aside conscience, I’ve already proved myself.

“Once the boy was bandaged up,” he continued, mostly in earnest, “he started pretending to be some kind of knight. He got excited and ran off, and she followed him. I heard him yelling about fighting goblins in the dungeon.” He shrugged. “I figured that must’ve been where they were headed.”

The guard fell into uncertain silence, as if considering the story. He glanced at Frey once more. At last, he nodded again. “Very well. If they are headed to the dungeon, we can’t let them get far.”

For a moment, Frey’s plan to find his partner seemed to be working beautifully. But his success was short-lived.

“Herald!” The soldier called down the hall. “Here! Herald!”

Within seconds, a form materialized at Frey’s side, so solid-seeming he almost thought it was a living man. But his eyes had been trained by Din’s. He caught the white glow, almost unnoticeable, in the old man’s form, and the light in his eyes that came from no earthly land. A light that no earthly hand, living or dead, could ignite.

The first thought that entered Frey’s mind as he took in the sight of him was of sheer astonishment—a Delivered. That ghost herald is a Delivered. I’ve never seen one—I-I almost thought they didn’t exist! The second was confusion. How old WAS this man when he died? He looks like he must be a hundred and three, or… or a hundred and four.

“Jacob Reuel,” said the soldier, nodding. “Good man.”

The Delivered nodded in return, as sagely as a faerie and as merrily as a child.

“I need you to go down to the dungeon and see if Prince Prometheus and Melisande are there. If they aren’t, wait for them a while.”

Jacob Reuel smiled as if all the world was worth smiling at and saluted. Then, turning his head, he winked at Frey. In an instant, he was gone, and Frey hadn’t the least chance to process the questions he wished he could have asked.

In fact, he hardly had the chance to process the word ‘prince’ before the guard spoke again. “Now, then,” he smiled, quietly friendly (and far too kind for Frey’s experience), “I think it’s still your part to be honest. Can you tell me who you are, and why you’re wandering the castle so late?”

Frey only missed about a half-beat. “I’m a new pageboy. However, I wasn’t told where to find the privy in my debriefing, so I went to find it myself. That’s when I heard the crash, and went to investigate.”

The man’s eyes slipped shut for a second or two, and Frey thought he heard him let out a quiet breath. As if he were dealing with some familiar annoyance. But his eyes were open again too quickly to tell. “Why are you dressed like a street urchin, then?”

“I’m off-duty.” Frey folded his arms as if offended. “I wasn’t given any off-duty clothes, so I had to wear my own—meaning these magnificent robes.” And he gestured with faux-grandeur to his shabby garb.

“We did take in some new pageboys recently…”

“There you are, then!” Frey threw out his arms in justification. “And now that I’ve done my part, I hope you remember yours?”

“That I do.” The man paused, eying him for a moment. “Do you recall the name of the man who gave you your duties?”

Though this gave his heart a jolt, his tongue was quick. “I’ve heard a hundred new names today. And I must be honest, I never was the best with them anyways.”

“Travers.”

He snapped his fingers. “Ah, Travers! I remember him now!” He tried to come up with a description vague enough not to give him away. “Yes, a couple of the other pageboys were talking dirt about him, but really, I didn’t see what was so bad.”

The dark-haired soldier leaned down, a keen look in his eyes, but a smile almost of amusement on his face.

“That’s me.”

Heck.

Frey grabbed the man’s arm with both hands and jerked. It didn’t do a great deal. But it did knock him just off-balance enough to distract him. The boy tried to dart around and disappear into the shadows. A hand on his own arm whipped him round again.

“Now you listen,” said ‘Travers,’ patiently commanding, “I don’t know what you’re doing here—”

“And you never will!” answered Frey, spinning and yanking out of his grip. He took off, running back and forth with nimble feet. He heard the man shout behind him. He heard footsteps following. But he also heard both slowly fading as he rounded dark corners.

Ha! This Travers fellow is slow on his feet. The boy smirked. Even if he knows these halls like the back of his gloved hand, there’s no chance of him keeping up with me.

Confident that he was well evading his pursuit, his thoughts turned to plans. He could continue his search for Din, of course. But now that guard was on the alert, and likely would set the rest to attention soon enough. And, too, there was the Delivered down at the dungeons. Din had never talked of fighting one of them, if it could even be done.

Before he could make any fraction of a decision, however, a shrill sound froze his steps and his blood. A scream, splitting the air like a crack of thunder.

A child’s scream.

Heart in his mouth, Frey glanced around. None were in sight. By the sound, nothing was nearby. Had it been a ghost?

Suddenly, there was another scream, quickly muffled. Nevertheless, it lasted long enough to give him a direction. Hardly thinking, he ran toward the sound. He may as well have been swept up in an unstoppable current.

He passed the suits of armour, silent as statues. He passed the bench where the boy had leaped up, so confident in his heroic games, and where the girl had laughed, so delighted by her friend’s antics. He passed beyond all the places he’d ever seen.

At last, not far from where he’d glimpsed the children last, he found them again. And they were not alone.

There by a window, silhouetted against a shadowy sky, stood a hooded form, not tall but looming like a hanging tree. And it gripped the golden-haired boy to its chest, seizing his mouth with talon-like fingers. His kicking legs dangled above the floor.

But he had a friend fighting for him. The brown-headed girl ran to catch up, her voice turned no longer to song but screams for help. Her little hands reached out for him, trying desperately to pull him loose. Beat off the arms that clutched him. Pry the cruel grip away. The felt cap was clenched in her hand.

In her attacks, she grabbed at the cloak, and the hood jerked from its head. The hair it revealed was long, and grey as dust. In the ragged moonlight, the woman’s face (for woman it was) twisted into a snarl. Frey stared at her features, mystified. Oh, he could guess ages. But the age in this face stretched into impossibility.

The ancient woman did not see him. Her fury was turned toward the girl at her waist, assaulting her in feeble fierceness. Sneering, she reached within the folds of her cloak. When her withered hand reemerged, it gripped something with a cruel, curved gleam. Frey had seen enough knives in his time to know exactly what it was.

Before she could drive it into her attacker, the woman suddenly screamed. The knife clattered to the floor. Frey’s eyes darted, and he saw her other hand, bloodied, and the boy’s teeth locked onto it like a crocodile’s.

Frey shrank back into the shadows, heart pounding. What now? Oh, heck, what now? His mind told him this dust-haired harpy was a witch. His sense was determined she was a kidnapper. Either way or both, she was dangerous, and seemed to have a strength beyond her shriveled appearance.

His blind steps stumbled, and he caught his breath. When his gaze dropped to the floor, he found his stumbling block wooden: a box, lying on its side. Some of its contents were scattered on the floor, leaves and bits of cloth. He’d seen that box. It was the girl’s box. A box that could be…

That could be enchanted.

Frey’s eyes widened. He remembered. A day came to his mind—he and Din, selling off a similar box they’d stolen. He remembered what Din had said to the man. He remembered the spell his partner described (for after all, he could say the words without worry). But Din had seen the close attention he’d paid.

‘And don’t you even think about trying that spell,’ he’d warned after the man left, scowling. ‘I don’t want a partner like our clients—you want to take advantage of their obsession, not get one yourself.’ His frown had gone lopsided, and he’d mussed Frey’s brown hair without looking. ‘Best to leave the magic to someone it can’t use, kid.’

Heck. Frey rolled his eyes at the memory. As if I’m so immature as to LET it.

All his thoughts flashed through like the lightning of a coming storm. He scooped up the box, as silently as possible, and glanced into the hallway again.

The moon had torn the clouds to tatters since last he saw it. It gleamed, full and round, in the frosted window. By its light, the old woman grabbed the boy’s bandaged arm, almost twisting it. The pain squeezed a cry from his lips.

“Leave him alone, y’ heartless hag!” The voice of Sharp Eyes slipped into a brogue as she battered the kidnapper with her fists. A clawlike hand to the face sent her sprawling, scratched and bleeding. The boy called Naphtali shouted her name and struggled furiously against the grip on his arm, trying to fight. But the grip only tightened.

Frey flinched, but tore his eyes away. He didn’t have time to think about them. He had to set the spell. Once he did, he’d throw the enchanted box at the—well, he refused to call her a witch—for a distraction. The three of them could make a break for it. Then, if the guards caught her, and his plan saved them, he could (as a recognized hero) get Din free. And how he’d gloat about using the spell to accomplish it all!

He ran through his memory to find the words of that old charm. Once he was mostly sure he had them, he started whispering them as quietly as he could. Right hand holding the box out in palm. Left hand touching its rim with fingertips.

The hint of a grin traced his features. Din hasn’t got a clue what he’s talking about. I’m not a child. I know what I’m doing. And I’m completely in control.

It didn’t last.

As he whispered, power began to flow, not out of him, but through him. A power he had never felt the likes of in his life. He could feel it, thick and sticky as blood on his fingertips. Before he had a chance to realize what was happening, the current swept over his mind, drowning his thoughts. He didn’t even try to save them.

The words of the spell fell from his lips like heavy rain. And suddenly, his voice was not his own to command. All around him was lost in wild storm, and his vision seemed to glaze over black.

Frey did not throw the box. He did not yell for the others to run. He had almost forgotten they were there. Voices screamed, glass shattered, but they didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered. All he could see was the box, eerie light gleaming through it like moonlight through frost. All he could feel was power, heady as wine and limitless as a raging sea, ready to destroy him, swallow him up, drown him in the taste of its darkness.

He wanted it to.

Suddenly, something shoved him, shaking him furiously. In the motion, the box dropped from his hands. And the sea’s fury was shut up in a second. A lid may as well have been clamped over it. Then, before he even realized what was happening, he was on the floor, and someone was hitting him, beating him with small fists. He barely felt it.

Words rang dimly in his ears. “Thu balach aingidh! Cruaidh agus aingidh!”

The black haze of his eyes began to part, and he saw a girl’s face, streaked with water and blood. She was hitting him. She was crying.

He shook his head, trying to form words. But they weighed down his tongue, and his mind was heavy with the aftermath of the storm.

“How could you?” she choked out, fury flashing in her tears. “How could you help that horrid witch? O, dè rinn do làmh? You and your black magic let her get away, and now she’s ta-take…” A sob caught in her throat, and she covered her mouth. “She’s taken him…”

Frey got to his feet. As the girl collapsed, weeping bitterly, he walked past her without another thought. He didn’t even notice the felt cap as he stepped on it.

His steps stopped only when they reached the fallen box. Closed. Its lid had been knocked shut when it hit the floor. He crouched and picked it up. His fingers pulled and pried, but it would not open. Locked, naturally or magically. The sea would not come through that opening, not by his power. If he wanted to taste it again, he would have to find other sources.

So he left it. Turning, he went down a small corridor as soldiers’ feet and kings’ shouts and children’s sobs echoed behind him. They didn’t see him. And he didn’t care to see them. Old women could leap from every window, and red goblins could chase them all the night, and it wouldn’t matter to him.

Frey hardly noticed when his escaped partner ran up to him, shaking him by the shoulders. He was still in a daze. His mind was still lost in that horrible tide, and the waves trembled at his fingertips yet.

Oh, he was not a child now.

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[Chapter 1/Writing the Story]

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These are just four instances detailing issues with the 2011 MacBook Pro that Apple isn’t willing to address via a proper replacement program - Apple did have replacement programs before for certain issues affecting Mac models including iMacs and even MacBook Airs, but the MBP2011 has yet to receive such treatment. The replacement model failed Rook in 2014 as well, and he received a $1,200 repair estimate from the Apple Store. They exchanged my Early 2011 MBP for a Late 2011 MBP.” After about 3 hours of waiting they came back and told me the logic board had failed. I took it to the Apple Store and they ran some tests on it in the back. “It would sit like that for a few moments and then restart itself, then sit and restart and do it all over again. November 2011 I started my computer and all I got was a blank screen and the fan revved up full-speed,” yet another user who asked to be identified as Adam said, suggesting these issue do not affect just machines that have been used for a few years. “August 2011 I purchased the absolute top-of-the-line (at the time) 17-inch MacBook Pro. Other times when booting up it would come up to the spinning wheel then get stuck on the grey screen and sit there forever - fans kicked up into high gear.” If it booted, it was a matter of time before it froze up and had to be manually shutdown. It went through a few days where it may or may not boot. “Then suddenly had video issues where the screen shifted halfway and wouldn’t do anything.

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“ began with sleep wake issues – would sleep when should be awake and awake when should be asleep,” another 2011 MacBook Pro user named Holly said about her laptop. The symptoms are the same for many MBP2011 buyers. The new logic board I bought has exactly the same GPU so I expect it to fail too.” “I was forced to shell out $322 for the logic board replacement, despite 2 letters to Apple’s Tim Cook, but none at Cupertino bothered to reply either time. Apple Store Phoenix’s head ‘genius’ feigned ignorance of the faulty GPU issue,” a Mac user who asked to be identified only by his first name, Eugene, said. The GPU burned out with exactly the symptoms (blue screen, graphics artifacts, horizontal lines, overheating, crashes, etc) as described by thousands of other MBP users. He further shared with BGR three other stories detailing unpleasant graphic card-related experiences with MBP2011 units. Looking for a solution online, Pickard found out that many people have encountered similar difficulties. The problem started occurring more and more frequently since then. Within a day, my computer malfunctioned unexpectedly for the first time, presenting as a black screen, cooling fans engaged and the last second of sound continuously looping.”

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During the Spring semester of this year, I first plugged my computer into an external monitor, using my TV as a larger screen. The computer worked extremely well for three years without a problem.

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“They offered a two-year expanded warranty, extending the warranty to three full years, however, I declined it. I got the works, 17 inch monitor, 500GB hard drive, 4GB of RAM and the Intel Core i5 processor, spending $2,500,” 2011 MacBook Pro user Jerry Pickard told BGR. “I purchased my MacBook in February of 2011, right after finishing my Bachelor’s degree. One of the affected 2011 MacBook Pro owners reached out to BGR to share his story. Not to mention the fact that some of these repairs are very expensive. The company would swap out the logic board for some users, but the problem would reappear, affecting the performance of the Mac. Many buyers purchased these devices specifically to enjoy those powerful, Pro features.īut thousands of MBP2011 users have been systematically experiencing graphic card-related crashes that occurred right after purchase or a few years later (before or after the extended AppleCare expired), and Apple has not been able to fix the problem once and for all. “The powerful 15-inch and 17-inch MacBook Pro models feature quad-core Core i7 processors up to 2.3 GHz and AMD Radeon HD graphics processors with up to 1GB of video memory for high performance gaming, pro video editing and graphics intensive applications,” the company said. In its press release announcing the device back in early 2011, Apple highlighted the graphics card in the 15-inch and 17-inch MacBook Pro models.

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However, the laptop still costs a lot of money, and many buyers simply can’t afford to upgrade to a new model every year - nor should they have to, considering that Macs generally have a longer lifespan than competing devices.īut that doesn’t appear to be the case for many MBP2011 units. Apple’s MacBook Pro line is one of the company’s flagship products, a computer that became more and more powerful over the years, and more affordable.

[pareparebear]

My Sunshine

Paul x reader       1.4k words

Y/N L/N has always lived in Forks. Normally she didn’t mind the rain. It was soothing to an extent and sleeping during a thunderstorm always managed to leave her feeling refreshed afterward. For some reason, especially the past couple of days, Y/N couldn’t wait for the next sunny day. Something deep within her longed for the warmth to make its way back to her little hometown. It was like her soul was craving the heat that the sun provided and every day that she went without it seemed to push her further into her dreadful mood. The only thing that Y/N had to look forward to was seeing her best friend, Emily. Normally Y/N would see Emily every other weekend, however with her new fiance, Sam, and all his friends around, Emily hasn’t had any free time, and seeing as Sam is Y/N’s cousin she could totally understand. Anyone could see just how in love Sam was with Emily. Plus Y/N has been really busy with school. So, Y/N has had a lot of time to herself recently. This wasn’t the worst, mostly Y/N enjoyed staying by herself, but recently she has felt a desire to go and spend time with her friend. Y/N couldn’t explain it, but something was ushering her towards the reservation and towards her best friend. It was probably just Y/N needing some attention from her best friend because she hadn’t seen her in forever. At least that’s what Y/N told herself. All she had to do was get through this week.

Mondays were the worst. This was a fact among all humans, however for Y/N this Monday seemed to drag on forever. Y/N is a junior who goes to Forks high school and has a small handful of friends that go to school here. Angela Weber was the only one Y/N trusted, but she hung out with Eric Yorkie, Mike Newton, Bella Swan, and Jessica Stanley as well. Even though they are about a year older than Y/N, they aren’t the worst people to hang out with. Most of Y/N’s close friends were on the reservation anyway. Jacob black, Embry Call, and Quil Ateara were Y/N’s childhood friends. The group of four used to do everything together and had always been close. Lately though, Y/N hasn’t seen them in a while. As much as Y/N loves Sam, he's like her brother, she can’t help but feel as though he is stealing all of her friends' attention. Y/N didn’t want to admit it to herself, but it feels as if she has been banned from the reservation. It’s been a while since she has been able to go and visit any of her friends. They always seemed busy or had something to do that day so she couldn’t come down. At first they all claimed to have mono, they said it was running rampant through La Push, so they didn’t want her down there so she wouldn’t catch anything. That was reasonable, but now it was like they were purposefully pushing her away. So when Emily invited Y/N to come and hang out she almost couldn’t believe it. Y/N has been so excited for the weekend to come she felt like she could explode. Just four more days.

It’s finally Friday. Y/N felt like time was moving backwards and Friday was only a dream that Y/N would never reach. But it's here, it’s here and Y/N is rushing through the halls to leave this dreadful place and make it to her car. Freedom is so close, seeing her friends is so close, being absolutely, ecstatically happy is so close. She rams through the doors but before she can even think, she crashes into what feels like a stone statue placed directly in her path. 

“Shit…” Y/N mutters out while she rubs her forehead that received most of the impact. She slowly raised her head in order to see what exactly she had run into, but was surprised when it wasn’t a what, but a who. Emmett Cullen filled Y/N’s view and she must have almost fallen because his steel-like arms were holding her up by her elbows to steady her.

“Oh-um, sorry Y/N, I didn’t see you there,” Emmett had said in consolation to Y/N bumping into him. Before she could get another word out Emmett had left and she stood there for a second before dashing towards her car. The Cullens moved into town last year and ever since the school had been completely infatuated with the strange family. Personally, Y/N didn’t care enough to pay any attention to them. Admittedly they were supernaturally gorgeous and mysterious, but it was like when you buy a new puppy for some kids, the newness will wear off and suddenly they aren’t as important or attention capturing as before. At least Y/N thought this, though she might be the only one. The biggest shock that arrived with the strange family was Edward and Bella becoming a couple. Bella was friends with Y/N, they had known each other since they were kids, Bella tagging along with Y/N and her “boys” when they would build mud pies and swim in the freezing cold waters of La Push Beach together. When Bella moved back to Forks she immediately gravitated towards Y/N because she was the only person that Bella knew. From then they became nearly inseparable, that is until pretty boy Cullen decided to swoop Bella off her feet and suddenly they barely spoke anymore. Y/N was happy that Bella found someone, she just wished they weren’t so obsessed with each other that Bella completely disregarded Y/N and acted as if they didn’t know each other anymore. It was like Edward was the only thing that Bella had the intellectual capacity for anymore. 

When Y/N reached her car all thoughts of the Cullens suddenly left her mind and she was jumping into the front seat and cranking her car faster than she thought possible. If she thought that school was slow, then the ride back to her house was impossibly drawn out. Every red light, every slow driving old person, every possible thing that could make Y/N’s normally short drive back to her house unbearable happened. When Y/N finally arrived to her humble abode she ripped her backpack off and dumped it by the front door before grasping her phone and shooting a quick text to Emily to tell her she would be there soon before sprinting up the stairs to her room with the widest grin imaginable perched on her face. She has been longing for today, to see her friends, to see her cousin, to meet some of the new people they have added to their group. Every thought of going back to the place she feels most at home made her giddy. Y/N’s parents actually live out of town, they tried to convince Y/N to move with them, but when she expressed that she had her heart set on staying in the quaint town that she had been in since she was born, they decided to simply let her stay, besides with Sam here they decided it was better than forcing Y/N to move. With Y/N being the only person in her home anymore it feels lonely sometimes, so the promise of seeing her friends has been the absolute highlight of her whole week. 

Y/N was just finishing packing her bag, because Emily had decided that it had simply been too long and that she just had to stay for the full weekend, when she heard her phone go off. Looking down at the screen she had seen that it was a message from Emily.

Emily : “I CAN’T WAIT OMGGG. I am so excited!!! It has been too long since we have seen you!” 

Y/N giggled slightly at Emily's eagerness before responding.

Y/N : “I Know!! I have literally been looking forward to this all week”

Emily : “Just a little warning, all the boys are gonna be here for a while, we were planning to have a bonfire/cookout today.”

Y/N : “Oh that's perfect! I'll get to see Jake, Em, and Quil and some of the new additions as well. And Sam I guess.”

Putting her phone away after her last message, Y/N zipped her bag up and grabbed it before heading down stairs, to the door, and then to her car. She quickly told Emily that she was leaving before starting her car and heading to La Push. Finally.

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This is my very first Fan fiction that I will be posting on here. It is a Paul Lahote x Reader story. Twilight has such little traction on this app and i wanted to add a little more. This first chapter is more of an intro and background to Y/N. I have used She/Her pronouns. I hope you have enjoyed!

[bratkook]

girls like you. (m) kth

‘swear to god she's a blessing and a curse, should’ve learned from you’

pairing. taehyung x reader genre. smut, some plot (not really) word count. 26k warnings. three separate smut scenes: masturbation in a public bathroom, handjob, exhibitionism on a bus, tae creeps on oc’s nudes, brief mentions of oc being a sex worker, dirty talk, messy sex, praising, grinding, pussy job, cum swallowing, overstimulation, forced orgasms, oral (m. receiving), fingering, begging, use of sex toys (hitachi), color system, use of safe word (yellow not red), crying, edging, choking, cockwarming, oc is very much straight forward and ‘in charge’ but def not a dom summary. girls like you were the ones he desired from afar. girls like you weren’t the girls you take home to mother. girls like you knew the power they had over a boy like him and fuck, did he love it. note. this is a reupload of an older story that i took down to be re-edited. it’s essentially pure filth with some plot and it’s mostly an excuse to write something where Taehyung is a little submissive compared to the reader. also 100% inspired by the song girls like u by blackbear. please let me know your thoughts on this thank u ilysm !!

The daily commute from his home to university was always long and boring to put it simply. The monotonous routine was something he could do with his eyes closed. It started the same every morning, waking up with sleep still heavy on his lids, grabbing a quick bite to eat from the convenience store by the bus stop, and waiting in the differing degrees of weather until the hunk of metal creeped up the street. 

There was one plus to dragging himself out of bed at the ungodly hour of five am in order to catch the bus on time—really why did he ever think choosing morning classes was the way to go—regardless, the blessing came in the form of a near empty bus the second he stepped on.

Considering he was one of the first stops for this route, he’s lucky enough to always snag a seat. It's the same seat every time and he’s almost positive the regular riders knew this by now. Snagging a seat meant he could tuck his headphones in, rest his head against the window of the bus and pretend the way his head bounced back from the potholes wasn’t killing the last remaining brain cells he had.

What difference would a few brain cells be in the grand scheme of things? He couldn’t care less, always more focused on whatever was on his phone. The brightness was dimmed to an appropriate setting to not burn his dry eyes, strands of hair covering his face as he looked down at his lap, fingers scrolling robotically through his instagram feed and then switching over to his twitter.

It must have been a sign from god that made instagram crash that morning, causing an influx of annoying ‘is instagram down for anyone else or just me’ tweets that made him roll his eyes and choose to lock his phone and lift his head up from its permanent downcast position. He was getting a mean case of tech neck anyways, rolling his head and shoulders to release the awkward tension lingering in his muscles.

That’s when he noticed the eyes staring right at him. Had he looked up more often he would have known that those exact eyes had been watching him intently for weeks now, sitting and hoping he would eventually look up. He’s half expecting you to look away, embarrassed by being caught blatantly staring at him but instead, you tilted your head slightly and gave him a sly smirk, almost as if you’re taunting him to look away. And that’s exactly what he does, his eyes darting away and apparently his whole head wanted to follow, ramming against the window with a nice whack.

Great. Good going man.

He could feel his face burning with embarrassment, refusing to look up because he could just picture you laughing at him. Hell, maybe you were recording him with the purpose to post once instagram decided to get it’s shit together. With that in mind, it didn’t take much debating before he decided that repetitive tweets were more entertaining than making eye contact with you again, unlocking his phone and beginning the endless scrolling once more.

The long ride allowed him to eventually push his embarrassment aside, eyes lazily skimming the words on his screen, not digesting anything he’s reading. It’s not until the bus jolted forward at his stop that he took a chance and looked over at you quickly, noticing you were already up by the front, waltzing out of the doors before he could even get himself up from his seat.

A double take out the window confirmed that he was in fact at the university bus stop, hastily shoving his phone into his pocket and hurrying off the bus before the driver could get annoyed at his slow pace. 

Your silhouette was slowly disappearing through the crowd of other students and he had to snap out of his small daze once he lost you entirely, shrugging his shoulders at the odd encounter before making his way towards his first class of the morning.

His university is pretty large, the amount of students here bordering on absurd and it’s the main reason he chose to take the bus to school instead of driving because the parking lot is literally hell on earth. With all that said, he still couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t seen you before this morning. Had you always taken that bus with him? Also, how long had you been staring at him? Maybe it was just today, but fuck, did that mean he had something weird on his face...or maybe his hair looked jacked up in order for you to just stare.

“You good?” The sound of Jungkook brought him out of the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind, coming to a screeching halt and settling back into the dust as he came back to reality. Once his eyes finally focused back in, he realized he’s been staring at some random girl a few seats down with a zombie like expression. No wonder she was now giving him a bizarre look.

“Fuck.” Too embarrassed to even attempt to apologize to his classmate, he averted his eyes and looked to his left where Jungkook sat, a concerned expression on his face as he took a giant bite out of his oversized breakfast burrito. “I’m good.”

Jungkook gave him a once over, narrowing his eyes as he chewed his food, a bit of egg lingering by his lip. “Bullshit.”

The look of disgust on Taehyung’s face was very evident, so Jungkook could only smile before taking yet another massive bite out of his burrito, making an absolute show of chewing the meal. 

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Thanks.” Jungkook laughed, blowing his friend a kiss before properly chewing and taking a gulp of his water. “You sure you’re good Tae? You were staring into the fucking abyss or something earlier.”

From first glance he definitely looked like he was really thinking about some deep rooted issues. His body had been slightly hunched over his desk, eyes zoned out on that poor girl but his mind was elsewhere. An array of emotions had played out on his face, features contorted into different forms of distress as he had a mental conversation with himself. So when Jungkook walked in and saw him in that state he just had to make sure he was alright.

“I’m fine, just had a weird morning is all.”

The next morning started off the same as always. Taehyung only had two morning classes today so he stayed in his sweats and hoodie, stopping by the convenience store to grab something to eat before getting to his bus stop. 

It was routine: his feet dragging along the sidewalk and coming to a halt beside the bench, mind still heavy with sleep, until a flash of a memory pops in so quickly it made him wince. 

That’s when he was reminded about you. 

You had left his mind after his first class yesterday, the stress of assignments taking over the part of his brain that was curious–and a little embarrassed–about your interaction. All that occupied his day was finishing that essay for his biology class, facetiming Jimin who needed help deciding between shirts before his date, and now the kimbap he currently had in his hand. 

But as he sat at the bench waiting for the bus, the only thing repeating in his mind was him smacking his face against the glass so hard his brain rattled, and unfortunately, his breakfast didn’t seem as appetizing anymore.

When the familiar hunk of metal pulled up in front of him he couldn’t help the small feeling of nerves bubbling up in his stomach. He felt a little stupid, how one situation was making him overthink little things when for all he knew you’ve been riding the same bus for months.

He shuffled down the aisle after swiping his bus card, head staring at the floor because he was a little scared to look up and see you on the bus already. Thankfully his usual seat was unoccupied—the last row at the back right next to the right window—so he made a beeline right towards it. 

Crinkling from his pockets filled the quiet bus as he finally settled into his seat, setting his backpack onto the floor right between his legs. Moving slowly in order to not draw attention, his hand reached in and pulled out the kimbap from his pocket, peeling it open and taking a bite off the corner. His eyes took a peek up, cautiously drifting over the few passengers on the bus with him and noticing that you weren’t on the bus yet.

Okay, my stop is before hers.

Taehyung’s body instantly relaxed into his seat, a small sigh leaving his lips. The creeping feeling of embarrassment faded away now, allowing him to fish his phone out of his pocket as he enjoyed his breakfast, fingers tapping as he scrolled and liked the occasional picture on instagram.

Considering it was a Wednesday morning all social media was pretty dead, so once he got to the end of everything, he locked his phone and just stared at the scenery blending together. 

Before he could fully zone out, something made his nerves light up. A small burning sensation coming from his left and he had an inkling of what it could be. Carefully, he lifted his head away from against the window and let his eyes travel over to where he just knew you were sitting.

Yup. There you were. A few seats closer than last time, sat in one of the single seats facing the aisles, staring right at him. His eyes trailed down from yours and couldn’t help but stare at the small bit of cleavage you had showing in your low cut shirt. A gold charm was resting between your boobs, cursive letters spelling out what he could only assume was a nickname. 

He only realized he was blatantly staring at your tits when the sudden movement of your hand coming up brought him out of his stupid fuckboy trance.

To be honest, he was expecting you to move your hand to lift your shirt up or flip him off, he wasn’t expecting you to tug your shirt down a bit further and lean over, placing your chin on the hand that was resting on your crossed leg. His wide eyes drifted up to your lips, seeing the gloss shining off of them, showcasing the little smirk you had on.

You were taunting him, seeing if he would look away this time or not, and surprisingly he hadn’t. He wasn’t looking at your boobs now though, his eyes were zoned in on your lips and the occasional pink bubble you would blow with your gum.

Deciding to take it a small step further, you leaned back a tiny bit and let your fingertips graze the top of your chest while maintaining your gaze on him. That was when his eyes shot down to your chest once more, seeing the heart outline tattoo on your pinky before quickly looking around the bus at the other riders who weren’t paying you any attention. 

When he finally got the courage to look directly at your eyes you just gave him a wink before leaning all the way back in your seat and deciding you were done with whatever the hell that was, leaving Taehyung sitting in his seat, slightly sexually frustrated and a little confused at how something so simple could rile him up.

When the bus jolted to a stop in front of the university you hopped up from your seat and headed off to your class with a hop in your step, satisfied with your little game. Taehyung could simply watch with a dumbfounded expression, immediately standing up from his seat and awkwardly holding his bag in front of him to try to hide his junk as discreetly as he could. 

This was embarrassing. Why was every encounter he’d had with you this far ended in him feeling embarrassed and you feeling accomplished?

Little did he know that’s how the majority of your encounters would go. The bus ride to school was now the leading cause of his blue balls and the highlight of your rather boring morning. He had now started to see you around school more often, whether that was because he was now looking out for you or purely coincidental, he wasn’t sure but he was certain you were taunting him. Especially with the outfits you would wear. They weren’t vastly inappropriate, but it seemed like every pair of shorts got a little shorter and every skirt a little tighter.

Obviously he knew he probably wasn’t the only dude who was on your radar, so it was a little self centered to assume you were doing this just to him, but it was definitely affecting him to the extent of his friends asking him what the hell was on his mind.

“Honestly dude, what’s your deal?”

“Hm?” he questioned, one hand on the lid of his coffee cup while his eyes stared at the table they were currently sitting around in the nearby coffee shop. Taehyung had been zoned out the entire time his friends had been talking about the upcoming party at Seokjin’s fraternity later this week. His mind just kept repeating the scene that unfolded on the bus earlier that morning with you, a skirt that was too short, and the way you let him catch a glance of your underwear when you accidentally opened your legs too wide when you went to cross them over.

“Like, what porn are you watching that constantly has you in a daze?”

“Yeah, send us a link or something!”

Taehyung frowned at his friends' comments, although they weren’t really too far off. He might not be thinking about porn exactly, but his thoughts were far from pure regarding you.

Jungkook was cackling obnoxiously as the rest of his friends cracked jokes about Taehyung being a porn addict, and honestly it was a shocker they hadn’t been asked to leave from the sheer volume coming from the group. Add the vulgar topic of porn to the mix and it was only a matter of minutes before the cute barista who had a huge crush on Yoongi would come over and shyly ask them to keep it down.

“Shut up,” Tae grumbled out, hand abandoning his coffee cup and aggressively rubbing his eyes. It was almost like he was trying to scrub the thought of you out of his mind like a dirty stain on his clothes.

Namjoon was the one who suddenly gasped like a child finding change on the floor. “Fuck, it’s not porn is it?”

That caused a couple of confused grunts to come from around him, choruses of ‘well if not porn then what’ and ‘no way don’t you see the difference in buffness between his arms he’s totally addicted to some weird shit.’

Taehyung sat up a little straighter, a small look of curiosity on his face as he glanced at Namjoon. Yes, his friend was the genius of the group in every sense of the word but he couldn’t have possibly figured it ou— “Who’s the girl you’ve been literally fantasizing over for weeks?”

Fuck.

Whoops and hollers were the next sound of choice from his immature friends, Hoseok going as far as violently shaking his shoulder while everyone teased him and that’s when Eunha finally walked over very timidly.  

“Hey Yoongi.”

Yoongi glanced up at the sound of his name, his smile growing a little softer when he noticed who it was coming from. Everyone knew she had a crush on him—including Yoongi himself—so they always tried to be as nice as possible to her. “Hey Eunha.”

She tucked a piece of her short hair behind her ear, her eyes drifting to everyone around the table before landing back on Yoongi. “Sorry, my boss is just saying you guys are being a little too loud and I don’t want him to kick you guys out so,” she pressed her palms together gently. “Could you guys just bring it down a tiny bit?”

“Shit, yeah. Sorry about that. We’ll keep it down, thanks babe.” A small blush tinted her cheeks at the pet name and she was only able to mumble out a meek okay before she scurried off with a giant smile on her face.

All of them watched her round the corner and slip into the employee only backroom, smiles on all of their faces until the door swung shut, and then they were back to all eyes on Taehyung. 

“So, who is she?” They all inched in a little closer at Jimin’s question, acting like fucking vultures, desperate for any bit of gossip Tae was willing to spill. They couldn’t be blamed though, they had witnessed their usual charismatic friend go from flirting with random girls and throwing jokes here and there to basically sitting in class in a weird zombie-like trance. But those were only the days where he had morning classes, so they just needed to find the connection between it all.

“Just some girl I ride the bus with to school.”

There was a beat of silence before Yoongi spoke up. “Okay, so ask her out?”

Now how was he supposed to come out and say that you and him had never really spoken, and he didn’t even know your name and you didn’t know his, and the only interactions you’ve had were very sexual in nature, but you’ve also never physically touched each other? He was stuck, only able to chew on his lips in thought, but luckily his friends took that as a cue to encourage him.

“Yeah man, ask her out or something! Especially if she’s got you this strung up.”

He wanted to laugh, really he did, but he also realized that he really didn’t have anything to lose when it came to approaching you. If he approached you and it didn’t go in his favor then he could just move on with his life. Pretty simple right?

That was how he found himself bolting up the second you did the next morning on the bus, standing a few feet behind you as the bus pulled up to the stop. You had chosen to simply stare at him every now and then during this particular morning, extremely PG compared to the other rides, so he thankfully didn’t have the majority of his blood rushing to his dick today. Because of this, he was hopeful he could actually say some words to you that didn’t make him seem like an asshole.

You stepped off the bus quickly, your heeled booties clicking against the steps and landing on the concrete smoothly, whereas his vans thumped the whole way down with a lot less grace in his haste, but he was able to catch up to you nonetheless.

He didn’t want to shout out your name because well, he didn’t actually know your full name aside from the cute charmed necklace you constantly wore, and what better way to garner more creepy points than to make it clear he stared at your tits. So he chose to jog up to you and place a hand on your shoulder, making your body come to a halt, but it was almost like you were expecting it with the half smile that graced your face.

“Hey, what’s your deal?”

Nice first words Taehyung.

You raised a brow at his remark, arms coming to cross under your chest as you watched him with clear amusement on your features. “My deal?” Your voice had him pausing momentarily, he was half expecting it to sound high and sweet but there was a slight edge to it, the sound a little lower in tone than he had mentally imagined.

“Uh yeah.” He let go of your shoulder and chose to fidget with the black beanie on his head instead, his palms going clammy. “You’ve been staring at me for weeks on the bus.”

You were staring at him intently, watching how nervous he was to even speak to you, not an ounce of shame on your face at being called out. The fact that he was even talking to you had caught you off guard. You weren’t really expecting him to ever say anything at this point since most men would have pounced for a chance to get a word in after the first time they had caught you staring at them.

“Does that bug you?”

“No!” He instantly shouted out, hands outstretched almost as if he was scared of offending you. “I just wanted to know why you…stare?”

You nodded along, your lips turning up at the corners slyly, tongue gently running along the bottom of your teeth as you smiled. “You’re nice to stare at.” His eyes widened at that and you couldn’t help but think how cute he looked in that moment. Why did he seem like he was so out of his element? 

“And,” you started as you pulled a slip of paper and a pen out of your small side bag, quickly jotting something down before folding it in half. “I’ve just been thinking about how cute you’d look between my thighs for the past couple of weeks, so message me whenever you want.” You reached down and picked up the hand that was resting by his side, your fingers opening his palm and sliding the paper into it before closing it and just walking away without a second glance.

How could you just waltz away as if you hadn’t made him combust internally, calling him cute while slipping in a filthy thought. You hadn’t even cared to get his name before you admitted to wanting to sleep with him, and if this were a frat party and Taehyung was absolutely wasted that’s exactly how he would approach a girl too, but being on the receiving end made him a little unsure of himself.

The tiny folded paper in his palm was spread apart and that’s when he finally learned your actual name, along with your number which was written beside it in black ink and finished off with a heart.

He never got the courage to text you.

Well, not until he saw you on the bus the following morning with a damn lollipop in between your lips. The way you slowly trailed it up towards your lips was just asking for dirty thought to cross his mind. 

That was exactly your reason for doing it though, this was like a game for you, he just didn’t realize it and that’s what enticed you to continue it, torturing him slightly since he had failed to reach out to you.

You let the green lollipop rest on your tongue momentarily before gliding it down and letting the tip of your tongue circle around it, seeing his eyes widen slightly at the provocative action.

Taehyung looked around at the lingering passengers to see if anyone was watching whatever this was going down but there was no audience, there never seemed to be one. The only passengers were gathered towards the front, all engrossed in their books or phones so they don’t see the way you swirl your tongue around the candy.

You clearly had the art of seduction down by how quickly he could feel his pants tightening but he couldn’t help it. His eyes were glued on your mouth, the way you were enjoying that stupid sucker was way too sexual and it didn’t help that your eyes were piercing into him. You knew exactly what you were doing to him. With how fixated his eyes were you could tell what thoughts were floating in his mind, especially by the way he shifted in his seat.

Taehyung was currently hating his life with all he had in him for wearing sweats, gray sweats to top it off. Those are surely going to show the nice outline of his half hard dick when he gets up.

He really should look away from you but every time he tried, flashes of you between his legs would entice him to keep staring. There has never been a moment where he felt more like a pervert than right now and he almost felt ashamed to be watching you. Almost.

This was just fun for you, you weren’t dwelling on this as much as Taehyung was. You only ever thought of him when you woke up for class and wondered how you were going to subtly torture him on the commute to school. You wanted to see how far you could take it before he reacted differently, whether that be him approaching you in person once more or finally shooting you a text.

Would he ever make a move on you? It was hard to tell considering he never reached out and what man would turn down an invite for casual sex if he was semi interested. Would he ever tell you to stop? You obviously would, but the way he denied being bothered by you giving him attention just led you to believe he was very much into it.

The subtle shift in his seat also showed you how much he was into the little show you had for him. He had pulled his phone out, tapping on a new message with your name being typed in.

Why are you doing this– he quickly deleted that, the little line flashing as it waited for the next words to be typed out.

Do you enjoy giving me random boners this early– nope delete that too.

The feeling of the bus coming to a stop made him lift his gaze from his phone and back to you, a small wink was shot in his direction before you were standing up and walking your way towards the front of the bus, your lollipop making your cheek bulge out as you let it rest on the side of your mouth. Taehyung just watched you standing there, one hand gripping the metal railing above you as the bus approached the stop. You gave one last glance over your shoulder to see if he had moved before you stepped off the bus, taking the sucker out of your mouth and giving him a wicked smirk before popping it back in and sauntering off to your first class of the day.

Taehyung once again had a boner pressing against the fabric of his pants and he couldn’t help the groan that left him because dammit, this was happening too often. He was tired of having to daydream about nasty shit to get it to go away while you just pranced off satisfied with how you left him.

He hesitated in his seat for a moment, debating whether he should hop off and head back home so he could calmly deal with the current situation in his pants or if he could suck it up and actually focus enough during his first class.

The bus driver looked at his rear mirror and gave him an irritated look, and with that his decision was made for him. Well a compromise actually, he wouldn’t be able to focus in class when all he was thinking about was your lips around his cock and the fact that you admitted to wanting to fuck him, but he also couldn’t leave school entirely because he had a test his next class and the bus ride back to his house and back to school was too troublesome to bother with.

So he was currently headed to the boys restroom in the building his first class was in, a little more pep in his step because he was finally going to fix one of the problems you caused. Did he feel a little shame in him? Yes. He did. But he was currently blocking that out entirely. All he was thinking about was how great the feeling of his hand around his dick was going to be, and that alone was enough to get him to walk just a little bit faster.

He entered the building and climbed up the stairs two at a time, clearly in a hurry but who could blame him. Luckily most classes were currently in session and if someone didn’t have a class they were usually lounging outside or getting coffee nearby so he knew the bathroom would be free of people, proven right when he swung the door open and saw no one inside.

Taehyung walked to the stall the furthest away from the door and deemed it worthy enough before stepping in and locking it behind him. He took a deep breath as he stared at the wall in front of him, having somewhat of a mental debate. Had he really gotten to this point where he had to resort to jacking off in a bathroom stall?

He let one of his palms rub down his face for a moment, but only a moment because he had a problem to fix and right now his throbbing dick was way more important than his morals. So he shrugged off his backpack and hung it behind him on the hook and slid his sweats down along with his boxers, the material bunching together around his thighs.

Taehyung shut his eyes, not being able to stare at the porcelain toilet in front of him as he wrapped his hand around his cock, the feeling making a shudder run up his back. A gentle tug started his motions, his shoulders dropping from finally feeling some sort of relief after the show you had put on for him. The way your pink lips were wet from sucking on your candy made it easy to picture you between his legs, your lips coated in saliva from giving him what he’s sure would be the best blowjob of his life, chin messy as you stuck your tongue out for him.

He could almost feel his hands in between your hair, tugging on your strands as you picked up the pace, so he mimicked it himself, stopping momentarily to spit into his palm to make the glide a little smoother. 

Fuck, he really should have texted you, maybe then he wouldn’t be doing something as filthy as this. Maybe—no he definitely would know what this would feel like in real life, but his hand would just have to do.

A groan left his mouth as he tugged on his cock faster now, eyes squeezing shut as he pictured you sucking on the tip of it, your eyes looking up at him in the same piercing way they always did. He’d like to think that you’d deepthroat him, or tease him, maybe even edge him because you definitely liked to torture him. His mind was flipping through a million and one scenarios as his pace sped up, now hunched over the toilet, the hand that wasn’t pushing him over the edge of an orgasm pressed against the wall in front of him.

His hips started thrusting into his hand, joining in on the motion, a whine felt at the back of his throat begging to come out because of how desperate he felt for his release. The pent up frustration he had for himself, and how badly he wanted to fuck you, paired up with his thumb focusing on his tip every time he stroked up brought him to his orgasm. A choked groan left his mouth as his hips stuttered, his hand continuing to stroke himself rather quickly as ribbons of white shot into the toilet. His groans turned into soft whines as he kept up the pace, the tingles he felt on his dick from the oversensitivity felt too good for him to stop, he was way too desperate for this and it was disappointing that it was over. It wasn’t until his hips and stomach continued to twitch that he finally pulled his hand away from his softening dick.

Taehyung leaned his back against the door, feeling the material of his backpack against him as he slumped down. His forehead was sweaty and his chest was heaving from his orgasm but he was content with himself now, mind no longer whirling with thoughts of you and that damn lollipop. He grabbed toilet paper and cleaned himself up before wiping down the toilet seat as clean as he could and flushing the evidence down the toilet.

He secured the strings to his sweatpants once again and stepped out of the stall, standing a little taller, glancing from side to side and letting out a breath of relief that no one was occupying the urinals or stalls. After washing his hands he stepped back out into the halls of his university and headed down the stairs to go sit in the quad to wait for his next class.

You were going to be the death of him. How was it that you had this much power over him and were so unaffected by it? He needed to do something about this, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Taehyung ignored the notifications on his screen from his friends and opened up a new message, typing in your name before staring at the blank thread waiting to be filled.

Taehyung 9:40am : I hope you’re happy with the problem you gave me.

Was that the best message to send? Probably not, but he wasn’t letting himself think about it too much before the spark of courage left him so he tapped send and immediately backed out of the message, choosing to pretend to occupy his mind by reading the texts he got from Jungkook. The typical ‘are you dead’ texts he would send him if he ever missed class, along with a random text from Namjoon asking if he’d made a move on the mystery girl yet.

Taehyung jumped so hard his phone almost fell out of his grasp when it buzzed with a new text from you. His fingers couldn’t move fast enough to open the notification but his smile dropped instantly when he saw your response.

Y/N  9:51am : Who is this?

How should he respond to this? Were you joking? 

His lips were pursed as he stared at his screen, waiting to see the three little dots indicating that you were still typing, maybe saying it was a joke but they never popped up so Taehyung decided to be rational and realize that he literally never gave you his name.

Taehyung 9:53am : It’s Taehyung.

Stupid. You wouldn’t know who that was so he went back and started typing another response only stopping when another one of your messages popped up.

Y/N 9:54am :???

Taehyung 9:55am : Boy on bus

He left the messages open, staring at the screen and grinning to himself when he saw the notification pop up under his text, letting him know you had read the message. But when you never replied as the minutes went on, he started to feel a little dejected, so he locked his phone and shoved it deep into his pocket as he tried to go about the rest of his day.

Taehyung liked to think he was a very easy going guy, someone who doesn’t let little things get to him, but that was just him lying to himself. He was relatively chill about 70 percent of the time, but that remaining 30 percent? Oh boy, that was the over thinking, over analyzing, Taehyung.

“Are you okay?” Solji, the girl who sat next to him in his environmental science class asked him. They hardly ever spoke unless they were exchanging notes for upcoming quizzes, but with the way his face currently looked she just had to make sure he wasn’t going through something serious. She tried once more but when he didn’t answer she just shrugged and decided it wasn’t her business.

He had his brows furrowed so deeply there was a small little indent in between them, his eyes focused on the corner of his desk while his mind was trying to think of every reason you hadn’t responded. You could have lost your phone, or better yet maybe somebody had snatched it from you the very second you had read his message. Or maybe, your phone—or his—glitched and you never got the message at all.

Little did he know you were currently sitting in your economics class, tucked away in the back corner with your phone in your hand as the professor lectured with the projector screen on in the dark room. You were purposely ignoring Taehyung’s message, turning your read receipts on just to torture him further.

He had finally messaged you and unfortunately it was not with a invitation to fuck. It did however paint a smile on your face because you knew he was very affected by you from the message he sent.

All you wanted was for him to be more forward. You knew he had jacked off at school, he had to, so why couldn’t he just go ahead and say that. Spice shit up a little and talk about what he was thinking about when he did it. It’s the little things really.

You clicked back onto his thread in your messages, choosing now to respond to him. Your fingernails lightly clicked on your screen as you typed out a response and snickered before hitting send.

Y/N  11:37am : Oh? okay.

Taehyung felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and his heart stopped, eyes widening to the point where poor Solji was once again concerned about his well being. She was gonna ask him one more time if he was okay but his sudden movement had her flinching back and avoiding eye contact as he shoved his hands into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Oh fuck she responded. He thought to himself as he unlocked his phone to see the notification, he opened the thread and read the message, scrolling up and back down almost as if he was trying to refresh the page for more of the message to load because there was no way in fucking hell that’s all you sent him.

But it was. That much was made very clear after a few minutes passed and you didn’t send anything else.

It was almost like Taehyung’s mind was on autopilot. He had finished his test minutes prior, so he shoved his pencil and extra scantron into his backpack before he stood up and practically stomped his way out of the classroom.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t handle the mystery that was you. It would be very easy for him to just text back and get to know you but this was the 30 percent, over thinking, over analyzing, not chill Taehyung, and that was just not the way he did things.

Not chill Taehyung decided it was appropriate to bail out on his current class as well as bail out on the plans his friends had all made after classes. He decided it was perfectly fine to hop his merry self onto the bus and head on home. The plan was not very thought out, at all, but as he rode the bus home he just knew he would have to do some lurking to find something about you. 

While he was doing that driving his mind into the gutter, you were leaving your current class, heading out to meet your friends for a late lunch.

You had your phone held in your hand, almost hoping Taehyung would text back with something a little exciting, but he didn’t. That was fine by you though, he was right in assuming he wasn’t the only guy on your radar and although something about him made you want to pounce on him, if he wasn’t going to act on it then you weren’t going to dwell on it.

“Alright girls so what’s the plan for tomorrow night?” Hani spoke up, rubbing her hands together evilly.

“Be a child of god and go to sleep on time because I have a test the following day.” A chorus of boos followed all around, Sunmi even going as far as tossing a crumpled up napkin at Chungha who only rolled her eyes.

“C’mon Chungha. Just come out for a little bit,” you pleaded, grabbing her hands in yours and giving her the saddest puppy eyes you could muster.

“Ahh, no! You always do this Y/N!” she whined, throwing her head back in frustration. “But fine, only for two hours and I can’t get wasted.”

The three of you cheered obnoxiously, knowing very well that she would end up as trashed as all of you were, but that was a problem for tomorrow night. A problem for tonight however just occurred in the form of a notification on your phone.

You stared at it curiously, it was a notification from your blog that you used on occasion so you opened it up and smirked at what you discovered.

Not chill Taehyung had obviously gone home and did his lurking on you. Nowadays it really wasn’t hard to find anything on anyone considering how open people were on their socials so Taehyung was able to find your instagram with ease, especially now that he had your phone number.

He had scrolled through your feed carefully, seeing group photos with your girlfriends at parties, and an abundance of slightly suggestive selfies. There was one thing that was clear, you definitely had confidence in your body and he admired that.

Instagram only showed him a glimpse of your life and it wasn’t enough for him. Considering Taehyung had an account for every social media made, he knew you probably did too. So he took to a generic search, and even a reverse image search because he was so desperate it was pathetic. But it worked, because one certain photo you had uploaded on your instagram of you in a bikini with your face cut off was also uploaded onto a blog online.

At first glance he assumed it was just a generic porn blog that had reposted your photo, but upon further scrolling he noticed all the photos on there were of the same girl. You. 

His first instinct was to exit out of the site and act like he never found it, feeling slightly creepy at what his lurking had uncovered. But the curiosity was eating him alive, so he continued to scroll, seeing simple photos of you in lingerie; never revealing your face or anything else besides your ass and boobs. Along with that were some questions you would answer and with that he gathered that you had quite a bit of fans online.

There was one photo in particular that really caught his attention. The image was a little low quality, showing you with a black heart choker on and a stringy caged bralette that let your boobs pop out, your fingers slicked with something he could only imagine as they pinched your pebbled nipples. The heart outline tattoo on your pinky is what confirmed that it was in fact you in that photo, and that was enough for him to click the heart button on the bottom right to save into his likes for later.

What he didn’t know was that you checked your activity quite often. He also didn’t know that his blog, unlike yours, was not anonymous and had a stupid selfie of him as the icon.

So as he sat in his room and jerked off while thinking about you for the second time that day, you sat in the restaurant and giggled to yourself a little every time he liked a new photo, letting you know exactly what he was up to.

“Are you on that money pile blog of yours again?” Sunmi asked as she chewed on a chunk of butter soaked bread.

“Yes,” you responded simply, taking a sip of your drink and smiling when your friends cheered you on.

“How much have you made with it?” Hani asked curiously, pulling her shirt's neckline out to inspect her boobs. 

You thought about it for a moment; you started that blog to help you pay for school and have some left over for yourself and with luck on your side, it took off pretty quickly. While you did post provocative pictures online, they were all pretty timid in nature, so it was only a matter of time before you started getting messages of people interested in purchasing personal pictures or videos.

There were quite a few older men willing to send you hundreds of dollars for simple photos or videos, but the majority of your buyers were people around your age who chose to purchase access to your private account for a monthly fee. It was always funny to you how some of these people went to your school and either had no idea it was you, or chose to pretend they didn’t know you.

“Enough to pay off my tuition this semester and put some away.”

Chungha nodded to herself, thinking it was impressive. “Get your coin girl.”

The following morning Taehyung hopped onto the bus with a feeling of guilt settling into the pit of his stomach, a nasty churning sensation that had plagued him in his sleep. It made him forgo his usual kimbap breakfast, afraid he’d hurl it up the second he made eye contact with you on this ride and the last thing he needed was another embarrassing moment to add to the list. 

He shouldn’t have touched himself to those photos that you hadn’t sent to him exclusively, and he definitely shouldn’t have saved them in his likes. Sure they were on a public domain, but still, it made him feel wrong.

He slid into his seat of choice and shoved his earbuds in, drowning out the small hum that filled the vehicle. Taehyung was so focused on trying to fry out the memory of your boobs from his mind by blasting music that he hadn’t noticed the bus stop and the sound of chunky platforms making their way up the aisle.

You sat down a few rows closer than normal, analyzing him for a moment; his dark hair was covering his eyes partially, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his grey windbreaker, and his jean clad legs bouncing rapidly made it so clear he was nervous.

Perfect.

A smile graced your lips as you slipped your phone out, opening up the thread you had with Taehyung, with your very uninterested message being the last thing you had sent him. It’s almost as if the tiny devil on his shoulder called his attention, convincing him to peer over, almost jumping in his seat when he realized you were on the bus and a lot closer than before.

When he saw your attention on your phone instead of him for once, he couldn’t help but think that maybe you had lost interest in this little game. Maybe he had taken it a bit too far and knowing he had jacked off at school to the thought of you had turned you off.

That is until his phone buzzed in his pocket. Sharp eyes darting up and locking onto his right after, a knowing smirk on your face as you raised your hand and waved your fingers at him.

Y/N 8:09am : Hi bus boy.

Oh god.

Why was he so fucking nervous to talk to you god dammit. His eyes drifted back over to you, seeing you still staring at him, your head tilted in curiosity at why he still hadn’t responded.

With slightly trembling hands he begins to type out a response.

Taehyung 8:11am : Hey bu—

His fingers stop when a new message slides up on the screen.

Y/N 8:11am : Thanks for liking my pictures on my blog.

Y/N 8:11am : Saving them for later?

His stomach drops, mind playing a nice little montage of him scrolling through your blog and pressing that damn heart button as fast as he could. How could he be so stupid in thinking he was being discreet?

Taehyung 8:13am : Fuck im so sorry

He couldn’t look back up, his eyes focused on the three dots indicating your typing. It seemed endless. Were you gonna send him a giant paragraph calling him a pig or some other insult, tell him you had blocked his IP address and would be filing a restraining order on him?

Y/N 8:16am : No, it’s my pleasure.

He stared at the text in mild shock, the kissy face emoji at the end taunting him. Were you fucking with him? It honestly seemed like it considering you had hopped up off your seat and walked off the bus, your hips swaying in the small skirt you wore which only taunted him some more.

Taehyung let out a groan as he rubbed his palms into his face in frustration. What the hell was his deal? He felt like a prepubescent boy who had never spoken to a girl let alone slept with one. Maybe he was losing his edge. Regardless, he was done suffering through this alone so he was going to suck up his pride and seek out the help of his friends.

That was how he found himself once again sitting around the table in the small cafe they all frequented. The six of his friends gave him intent stares at he finished off his story, “And my dumbass didn’t think to maybe not like the pictures for later and she sent me this text the next morning.” He paused to slide his phone into the middle of the table with the message thread lighting up the screen, “And now I don’t know what the hell to do.”

Yoongi pressed his lips together as he shook his head, fingers adjusting the olive green beanie that he had on. “You’re a dumbass.”

Taehyung gave him a shocked expression, the wrinkles in his forehead only deepening when he saw the rest of the guys nodding along in agreement. “What the fuck?”

“What?” Yoongi spoke in a monotone, his eyes playfully narrowing at his friend, taunting him to try to defend himself. 

“How am I a dumbass?”

Jungkook rubbed his hands together momentarily, looking around at the others to see if they were gonna speak up or if he was gonna have to be the one to do it. “Look dude,” he started off when he realized no one was gonna put Tae out of his misery. “You have this girl throwing herself at you, straight up telling you she wants to fuck you, and instead of acting on it you chose to jack off to the thought of her?”

Now that someone had said it outloud Taehyung did feel a bit stupid. 

This was so out of character for him, he was the kind of guy who hit on girls at frat parties and didn’t bother getting more information besides their name before he was taking them upstairs, and now that you were giving him that treatment, he didn’t know what to do.

“Not only are you stupid for not sleeping with her, but who the hell lurks and gets caught? What a rookie mistake!” Hoseok hollers out, causing Jimin and Namjoon to laugh along with him, and Taehyung could only feel his face redden in embarrassment.

Jin had Tae’s phone in his hand, scrolling through the extremely underwhelming messages you two had sent each other when suddenly, it dinged and a new image popped up at the bottom. “Oh wow!”

That caught everyone's attention, all of them leaning over to try to get a glimpse at whatever Jin had seen but he had already locked the phone, the screen turning black and blocking the guys from seeing the teasing picture you had sent Taehyung out of boredom.

“Aw c’mon, what was it?” Jimin whined, staring at the still locked phone that was now in Taehyung’s hands, hands itching to grab the device. 

Taehyung sighed. Did he even want to know?

One glance from Jin told him he sure as hell should, so he dimmed the brightness of his phone before he unlocked it to open up your message. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes made out the image, almost causing him to choke on his spit and make a bigger fool out of himself in front of his friends.

There, sitting all nice and pretty in your thread of messages, was a photo of your thighs spread open, your fingers lifting up the tiny skirt you had on today to reveal a small sliver of the black lace panties you had on. Very suggestive, clearly intent to tease him. 

‘Just for you’, was the only message you had written underneath, no indication that you would send anything else. Taehyung could only stare at the photo in awe, eyes trailing down the smooth skin of your thighs, desperately wanting to zoom in, but he knew his friends would only clown him further. It was pretty timid in nature but still just as sexy.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned out, locking his phone and letting his head fall onto the wooden table like deadweight. No one had any reaction to the rattle of the table, simply stabilizing their drinks as they observed their friend having what appears to be a mental breakdown. 

“What did she send him?” Yoongi whispered to Jin.

“Something mildly NSFW.”

At that, Yoongi reached over and jostled his whole body with force. “Get the fuck up you imbecile. Respond to her!”

“What am I supposed to say?” Tae slurred, cheek smushed against the table and muffling his words.

“Fucking anything is better than the silent treatment dude. Like she just took time out of her day to send you something. You gotta at least tell her she looks hot, or that you like the picture.” Jungkook rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious response, and honestly it was, this was sexting 101. 

“You’re right, I guess.” Taehyung lifted himself back up and unlocked his phone once more, staring at the screen with a distraught expression. “The fuck do I say though?”

Hoseok hummed in thought, tapping his chin as he stared at the lid of his cup. “Depends, what kinda photo was it? Full nude or like a tease?”

“A tease.”

“Oh! Tell her something like, she’s gonna be the death of you, or something along those lines. I’m sure she hears she’s hot all the time, so that's too basic.” Jimin speaks up proudly, his smile widening when Taehyung nods and begins typing out a response with slightly shaky fingers and hits send.

The little sound of the message being sent causes the whole group to let out a sigh of relief, slumping back into their seats and taking sips of their drinks.

“Who knew we’d have to resort to coaching Kim Taehyung on how to sext.” Namjoon snorts, earning a couple of laughs in return, and Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh too because honestly how ridiculous. 

The conversation flows easily once Jungkook starts talking, everyone momentarily forgetting about Taehyung’s situation, which he was grateful for. The current topic at hand was the party that Jungkook and Hoseok were having in a few days at their new apartment, but his attention was taken away from that when he shockingly received another text from you.

Y/N 7:36pm :Now we can’t have you dying on me.

Y/N 7:36pm : In the mood for some drinks? A couple of friends and I are going out tonight.

Y/N 7:37pm : You should come.

He stared at his phone in thought. Fuck, he wanted to go so bad, but because he had spent all day yesterday jerking off to the thought of you he had procrastinated an assignment that was due tonight. Not chill Taehyung was going to be his downfall. 

Taehyung 7:40pm : I wish I could, I have a deadline at 11

Taehyung 7:40pm : Next time?

On the other side of the screen, you were laying in bed in the same outfit you had on earlier, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt as you read his response, a small smile on your face.

In all honesty you weren’t even expecting him to respond to your photo anyways, so this caught you off guard.

Y/N 7:42pm : I’m holding you to that bus boy.

So as you went out with your friends, throwing back shots and dancing your life away to the song playing at the club you guys loved, Taehyung sat at home typing out a bullshit paper as his phone watched your instagram story from time to time.

By the time he was calling it a night after he turned in his assignment you were still posting videos of your friends dancing and pouring drinks into your mouth straight from the bottle. You clearly knew how to have a good time and he couldn’t help but feel a tiny twinge of regret at not going out when you had invited him to.

That same regret seeps into the following morning, rewatching your stories and imagining how much fun he would have had if he decided to forget his assignments and go out with you. It’s safe to say that he was honestly not expecting you to hop on at your usual stop, mainly because he knew from your posts that you didn’t call it a night until 4am and it was currently 7:20am. So, when he saw you step on the bus, he was slightly shocked.

The regular attire he was used to was missing, normally styled hair now up in a messy bun, a thick pair of shades on, and an oversized flannel barely hanging over your shoulder. It was very obvious that you had just rolled out of bed. 

His reaction time was a little slow, but when he saw you continue down the aisle and getting closer to him, he tensed up and held his breath, not releasing it even as you took it upon yourself to sit down right next to him. The two of you being the only passengers at the back of the bus.

“Hi,” you spoke out, turning to look at him as he tried his best to just face forward. A sweet smile passed between you when he finally turned towards you and gave you a small hello in greeting.

That satisfies you, so you wiggle in your seat to get comfy, your hands pulling out a book from your bag and starting to read it to pass the time. Taehyung visibly relaxes at that, happy that your attention was on the book instead of him because he wasn’t sure if he could make it through a conversation this early without embarrassing himself.

You take note of his relaxed frame, his head resting against the window and one earbud in his ear playing some song you couldn’t quite make out. That was when you decided to make your move, your eyes still trained on your book as you let your right hand trail up onto his thigh, letting it rest there for a moment to gauge his reaction.

His thigh tenses instantly at the sensation. “You can tell me to stop and I will,” you whisper, your hand already retreating. You knew he was attracted to you but you weren’t gonna do something to him if he was uncomfortable.

Taehyung sits there for a moment, having an internal debate, because fuck does he want you to touch him, but he’s also on public transportation and he’s not sure what the fine is for public indecency. The inner debate is splayed on his features, but in the end the pros outweigh the cons, so he reaches out and grabs your hand, placing it higher up on his thigh.

“No, keep going.”

It was genuine curiosity to see how far you would actually go, and when you told him to put his backpack over his thighs he knew you were being serious. He listened to your instructions and waited with baited breath as he felt your fingertips trail around his crotch, ghost touches sending a small shiver down his spine.

His dick was already twitching in his pants and you had barely even touched him. Your fingers tugged on the string of his black track suits and slipped behind the waistband of them, trailing down his skin and feeling his stomach twitch at the contact. You settled with palming him over his boxers, hearing Taehyung let out a small grunt at the feeling, his dick slowly hardening under your touch.

He was very responsive to your touch, thighs tensing up as he tried to fight back the urge to buck his hips for more friction and it fueled your excitement. 

Considering this was a risky move, you decided to stop torturing him with teasing touches and finally slid your hand past the material of his boxers, wasting no time in wrapping your hand around his thick cock.

Taehyung could feel the blood pumping in his ears as he dropped his head forward with a choked gasp, resting his forehead on the seat in front of him because he knew he wouldn’t be able to disguise his facial expressions if anyone were to look back.

Every jerk of your hand made his breath hitch. Your hands felt like magic, pulling up to twist around the swollen head and gathering his precum before coming back down. God, he wanted to rip his pants down so he wouldn’t feel so confined.

In the perfect display of nonchalance, you still had the book in your left hand, eyes cast down on the page as if your right hand wasn’t focused on his sensitive tip with determination to make him break down. On occasion, you would glance over and smile to yourself at his facial expression, seeing how his eyes were screwed shut as his forehead rested on the seat, alternating between chewing on his bottom lip or just licking his lips and leaving his mouth open as he tried to suppress the moans he wanted to let out. 

“Fuck.” The first crack to his exterior had him finally mumbling out as you picked up the pace, his eyes opening up and looking over at you for a moment, needing to solidify that he wasn’t imagining this. There would be nothing worse than coming face to face with his bed sheets as he awoke from a dream instead of you actually getting him off. 

But there you were, looking so at peace, staring at him with an innocent smile like you weren’t about to make him cum in his pants embarrassingly quick. “You close?”

He let out a small whine as he nodded, finally losing the final bit of self control and bucking his hips to meet your hand, hearing the small thump of your palm against his skin. “Cum for me. I wanna feel you make a mess.”

With eyes sparkling with mischief, you tightened your grip on him as you sped up, your bottom lip being chewed on by your teeth while you watched him come undone. His eyebrows were furrowed, a small frown on his face as he opened his mouth in a silent moan, something you desperately wished you could hear. Harsh pants of breath fanned across the back of the seat as he groaned, fingers gripping the material of his backpack to stop himself from digging his nails into his palm as he neared his release. With a few more pumps, his whole body tensed up as he finally came, stomach twitching while you milked his orgasm.

Taehyung vision blanks for a moment while aftershocks filled his body, dots of light flickering across his eyes until it all came back, and as he realized you were staring at him in awe he could have sworn he was gonna cum again. Your hand was still slowly pumping him, feeling his dick twitch at the overstimulation but he couldn’t get himself to tell you to stop, enjoying the small ache of sensitivity too much. 

It wasn’t until he started to softly grunt at the pleasure that turned painful that you pulled your hand out of his pants, content smile spread across your lips. Taehyung sat there limp, his body feeling like absolute jello, thighs still shaking from his climax. He can already imagine how unsteady his legs will be once it's time to get off the bus. 

You stared at your hand, eyeing the small milky beads of cum on your fingers and you didn’t think twice before popping them in your mouth and sucking on them as you stared right at him. “That was fun. Thanks bus boy.”

He watched in a daze as you stuffed the book back into your bag and got up from your seat, giving him a wide smile while you walked up to the front of the bus. It was only then that he realized both of you had arrived at your college, the boring commute speeding by thanks to your antics. With a spared glance at the displeased bus driver, Taehyung shot up from his seat, cringing at his still sensitive dick and the uncomfortable sticky feeling in his pants.

You were absolutely going to be the death of him

Taehyung was weak, bottom-of-the-food-chain, top tier simp material for you. All it took was one handjob for him to be stuck on you, constantly waiting for any form of interaction you would give him. It was pure infatuation—and a little pathetic—but he wasn’t sure how he felt about you. It was like his brain was torn between trying to get to know you in a more personal way, or just going with the flow and fucking you like you had originally offered. It just made him feel more confused, and a little naive, because it was so clear that you had no romantic feelings for him.

This experience had filled Taehyung with a small sense of guilt, he now knew how the girls he treated this way felt. The constant stringing along and nonchalant carefree aura he would have when he would hook up with girls who clearly wanted more, it was fucking frustrating being on the receiving end and even more frustrating because he knew if he really wanted it to stop all he had to do was ask.

But Taehyung couldn’t get himself to ask you to stop. You had a grasp on him, and you did it so easily, which is why when he didn’t see you on the bus the following day he felt his heart drop a little. 

Sure, he hadn’t noticed you prior but considering it had been a few weeks of constant contact in one form or another, he just found it a little odd now. His hand was twitching with the urge to send you a text and ask if you were feeling okay but he stopped himself in fear of sounding like a clingy mess. 

“Any progress on the mystery babe?” Jungkook asked as they waited in line at the fast food joint near school. 

Taehyung smirked a little at that, memories of yesterday's random handjob coming back to mind. “Sort of.”

Jungkook scoffed, “Sort of? Dude c’mon, just shoot her a text and tell her you wanna hang out, or be blunt and ask her to fuck.”

In retrospect that would be the typical route Taehyung would take, but there was something about you being so in control of this dynamic that had him so unsure of himself. “Look man, she’s different.”

“Oh no—“ And immediately Taehyung knew how that had come out. “Do not say you like her. You barely know her.”

He raised his hands in front of him, “No! Not like that Kook! I just mean that I don’t know how to act.” He let out a sigh, feeling annoyed with himself with this entire situation. “I hope I don’t sound like a total douchebag saying this, but I’m used to girls who let me take charge in situations you know?”

Jungkook nodded, staring at his friend as he spoke, “Girls that basically follow me around and let me decide if I wanna keep them around—and I hate how I sound speaking like that—but it’s the only way I can explain it.” He let out another defeated sigh, definitely something that had become a common form of expression for him. “She doesn’t do that shit, and I don’t know how to act like myself because of it.”

The younger man nodded again, knowing exactly what he meant. “I knew a girl like that, honestly the best two months of my life. Look dude, if she's making it clear that she doesn’t want anything serious then what's the dilemma? She’s confident in herself and you shouldn’t feel intimidated by that.”

Taehyung hummed at that, he was right as Jungkook continued, “And who knows, maybe she’ll help you realize that chains and whips excite you.”

And there was typical Jeon Jungkook. “I fucking hate you.”

Jungkook let out a cackle before turning his attention to the poor cashier who unfortunately had to hear the end of his statement. As he ordered for himself and Taehyung, the latter felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He was half expecting it to be a message from Hoseok asking him some dumb question, so when he saw your name on his screen he thought he was hallucinating. 

Y/N 12:17pm : Hope you didn’t miss me too much today

Y/N 12:17pm : Come to this

Y/N 12:17pm : You promised me next time bus boy

Attached to the messages was a photo of a party flyer he was very familiar with. It was the silly flyer Jungkook had spent around 5 minutes making to promote their party tomorrow night, and the fact that you had come across it either meant it really got around or you had a mutual friend. 

He looked up momentarily as Jungkook tapped him, motioning for him to follow to an empty table as they waited for the food. Taehyung blindly walked behind him, eyes downcast on his screen as he typed a response. 

Taehyung 12:19pm : I’ll be there

Your response was instant and it caught him off guard because you usually lagged on messages. 

Y/N 12:19pm : I’ll be waiting

But it seemed like Taehyung would be the one waiting. He was standing at the corner of the living room with a drink in his hand and his phone in the other, waiting for you to text him as his eyes scanned the current room. 

Jungkook stood beside him, animatedly talking to a cute girl who had grabbed his interest, too busy to notice his friend eyeing the room like a hawk. Taehyung wanted to wander off and find someone for himself, but the idea that you would eventually be here kept him glued to one spot. 

It was nearing midnight and people were already making messes of themselves, passed out on the couch and some even on the front lawn. Jungkook and Hoseok’s new place was more spacious than their last, but it was definitely overcrowding so people were coming in and out frequently from the front to the backyard to get some fresh air.

“I'm gonna go get another drink.” He told Jungkook, who waved him off and continued his conversation while Taehyung made his way to the kitchen. 

He used the same cup he had in his hand and filled it up with vodka and cranberry juice, his favorite drink of choice right next to drinking it straight. Then suddenly, it was like a magnet forced him to look up and over his shoulder, and that's when he spotted you and your group of friends. 

You all walked in with big smiles on your faces, one of your friends walking over to Hoseok and giving him a hug, and that's who he assumed the mutual friend was. Your hair was flipped over your shoulder as you played with it with your hands, small crop top showing just enough cleavage and your stomach, and Taehyung could just feel himself staring. 

That's when your eyes met his, and they glinted with something he couldn’t pinpoint. Your target had been acquired, and as he saw you making your way over to him he choked a bit on his drink. 

“Bus boy.” Was all you told him, a smile on your face as you easily slipped beside him against the counter, elbows resting casually on the cool surface as you leaned back.

“Hey...bus girl.” he awkwardly responded, feeling like an idiot immediately after. You only giggled, your fingers wrapping around his own on the cup as you brought it from its place against Tae’s mouth over to your own for a sip. 

“Mm, vodka cranberry?” You licked your lips, and his eyes were glued on them. “How’d you know that's my drink of choice?”

“Lucky guess?” He slowly responded back, gently taking the cup back from your grasp when you handed it over, his eyes glancing at the sticky residue your gloss left on the rim of the cup.

You were analyzing him, watching him standing there with an aura of unsureness around him. You see, you knew of Taehyung, had a couple of friends who had hooked up with him, and this is not what they described him as. They always told you he was assertive, the first to make a move and once he had he was aggressive in bed in the best way. That’s why he had caught your attention, you wanted to see how hard it would be to crack him, break him down until he was begging and pleading since he was so used to taking charge. The possibility of having him on his knees, holding on to your every word, made this sick sense of pleasure creep up your spine.

Taehyung was handsome, that wasn’t up for debate, but you could see him biting his lips almost like he had a million things he wanted to say to you but was afraid they wouldn’t come out right. Cracking him might be easier than you thought.

“Did I miss all the fun?” The question hung in the air for a moment as flashes from the night played through his head. Jungkook kicking out some dude for trying to piss in the kitchen sink, Hoseok doing a line of who knows what off some girls boobs and her boyfriend trying to fight him, among a plethora of incidents in the span of a few hours. 

“No, definitely not. The night is still young.”

You only stared at him, waiting for his eyes to finally look at yours instead of pretending like he didn't notice you. And finally, they did, narrowing a bit in suspicion as he wondered what you were thinking in your head. 

“So,” you began, confidently grabbing his drink again. “Have you taken my offer into consideration?”

He was so focused seeing your tongue lick your lips to catch the remaining moisture of the drink that he almost didn't hear your question. “I’m sorry, what offer?”

A small laugh left your lips at his question. “You really forgot already?” You only gave him a moment of silence before you continued, “The offer that involves you fucking me, or are you turning it down?”

Taehyung froze, taking in your facial expression before answering. Your mouth held the same sinfully evil smirk it always had, head tilted slightly as you handed his drink back to him and shot him a wink before you sauntered off towards your friends who had watched the entire exchange go down.

They instantly tugged your wrist and yanked you towards the sliding doors that lead to the backyard where a game of beer pong was going down. Chungha was all giggles, not being able to believe the new person of interest in your eyes was Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung on the other hand just let his eyes follow your body until the sliding door was shut once more. He had taken too long to respond to your question, his mind had been shouting at him to just blurt out that yes, he had taken your offer into consideration and he one hundred percent wanted to fuck you. Too bad his mouth decided to sew itself shut. 

He took another swig of his drink, swallowing harshly with a bit of determination set on his mind. By the end of the night he had to make a move on you, that much was for sure. He was tired of you always having the upper hand with every interaction you had. This party was his element for fucks sake, he was a seasoned pro when it came to sleeping with random girls at house parties. The only difference this time was that none of them had come on to him as boldly as you had, but that wasn’t a problem at all.

Jungkook slapped a palm on his shoulder, making his drink slosh in the cup and catching him by surprise. When Tae looked away from the sliding door and over to his left, he could see Jungkook was also looking in the same direction with a knowing smile on his face. “Oh man, she’s trouble.”

Tae’s eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. “Wait, who?”

“Y/N, man. Who else?” He released his grip on the older one's shoulder, taking a sip of the beer in his other hand while he nodded his head in thought.

Taehyung was clearly out of the loop here, “How do you know her?” He mentally sorted through the girls he had seen Jungkook with in the past, even trying hard to remember any girls he had mentioned in passing and you had never come up.

Jungkook took another drink of his beer, wondering how to go about this carefully. He could be honest with Tae and tell him he had met you last semester at a club that was popular with the students at the university. How you had been the absolute best sex of his life for two steady months, and then suddenly dropped him without a care in the world—which would have absolutely crushed Jungkook if he let himself get attached but he hadn’t, he swore he hadn’t. He was kinda shocked and very amused that you had chosen his best friend as your new target, even if it was purely coincidental.

In the end, he decided being honest wasn’t necessary. “It’s not important, just know she’s pure trouble in the best way. Is she the bus girl you always talk about?”

That answer didn’t satisfy Tae but he was too busy thinking about how to make a move on you to dive deeper. “Yeah, she is.”

Jungkook nodded, hearing Jimin calling him from somewhere in the house with a very slurred voice. “Well, I hope you’re planning on making a move on her tonight or I’ll let all the guys know what a pussy you are.” He jostled Tae’s shoulders once more with a hearty laugh before running off towards Jimin who was surely drunk as fuck.

Outside of the house stood you and your friends, surrounding the beer pong game going on between Yoongi and Seulgi. Your eyes were peering behind you, staring through the glass doors as you watched Jungkook speaking to Taehyung for a brief moment. You smiled to yourself, knowing the small mess you might be causing between friends but not caring enough to stop it.

“This winning shot is for you gorgeous!” Yoongi shouted out, blowing a sloppy kiss out towards Sunmi before tossing the ping pong ball haphazardly towards the last remaining cup and somehow making it in. 

“That winning shot made me lose!” Sunmi erupted in laughter while everyone cheered at the end of the game. Seulgi rolled her eyes with a playful smile before chugging the last cup and walking back to your group.

“I don’t know how that fucker beat me considering his blood alcohol content should have his ass in a coma.” 

You laughed, throwing your arm over her shoulder and tugging her closer to you. “It’s because Sunmi told him that she’d give him her number if he got the winning cup. I guess desperation makes boys a little more sober.”

“Pigs.” She grumbled with a laugh, watching as Sunmi and Yoongi exchanged information, both of them looking like flustered children with blushing cheeks. “Anyways, are you gonna torture that poor boy inside all night?”

“Hm,” you hummed to yourself. “Is it really torture if I gave him a way in?”

“Oh please Y/N, has any boy ever taken to your advances that quickly? You’re intimidating as fuck, in the sexiest way possible. He’s probably not used to girls telling him shit like that so he doesn’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, but Yuna told me he was blunt as fuck with her when they slept together.” Your eyes peered back inside, no longer being able to see Taehyung.

“Yuna? Kang Yuna?” You nodded, looking up at Seulgi and seeing a look of disbelief on her face, “Dude, she’s the most timid, shy, submissive girl I’ve ever met. Guys eat that shit up. That’s what guys like Taehyung are used to. You spicing it up has him second guessing everything, so I say you keep it up. Be two steps ahead of him.”

You knew she was right, even though this was an exciting game of cat and mouse for you, you'd be lying if you said you weren’t slightly interested in him for more than just a one night stand. 

“You gonna play?” Chunga popped in beside you, a grin on her face as she held a white ping pong ball in her hands. You smiled back and gave her a nod, letting her tug you towards the table being set up.

Yoongi stood wobbling on the other side, claiming to want to hold on to his winning title but the boy was clearly close to passing out from the amount of alcohol in his system. That was when another boy stood beside him, his frame towering over Yoongi’s and a charming smile on his plump lips as he tried to coax Yoongi into going inside to drink some water.

Chungha hummed in approval as she took his appearance in. “Wow he’s...”

“Yummy?”

She snorted out, “Oh yeah, definitely yummy.”

Yoongi was bickering with said yummy boy until Sunmi approached him again and put on her best flirtatious look to get him to follow her inside the house. He was done for after that, handing his friend the ball in his hand with a lazy wave, his half lidded eyes trailing down Sunmi’s body as she dragged him behind her. He probably thought he would be getting laid tonight but Sunmi was in mom mode, so unless he was ready to down a gallon of water and sober up, the only thing he would be doing is going straight to sleep.

“Hey, yummy guy, are you playing or not?”

He looked startled by the nickname, his hand coming up to point at his chest in confusion. When you and Chungha gave him a look that said yeah you his mouth opened up slightly before he was smiling again. “Yummy? Wow, can’t say I’m opposed to being called that.” He started to laugh at that and Chungha sighed at the sound, yup she was a sucker. 

“I don’t have a partner to play against you two.”

You stepped back from the table with a shrug. “Don’t mind me, he’s all yours Chungha.”

They instantly started chatting with each other, playful threats and possible bets being made for whoever lost this game, but you weren’t planning on staying to watch this go down. The friends you had left on the sidelines watched you saunter away and they knew exactly where you were headed.

You wandered inside the crowded home and let your eyes scan the room, the kitchen was immediately to the left of you, a group of boys huddled around the alcohol as they made drinks, but no sign of Taehyung. Grabbing the lone vodka bottle from the counter, you took a quick swig before you resumed your hunt, ignoring the nasty burn to your throat. 

A few more steps inside towards the living room didn’t reveal him either, too many bodies moving together to some random beat playing through the speakers placed around. There was a hallway to the left and another to the right, you chose to go towards the right side, side stepping random cups left on the floor. 

A few voices were at the end of the hall, coming out of the only open door so you continued near them, desperate to see a familiar face until you came to a stop in front of the bathroom. You rested your shoulder against the door frame, seeing Jungkook leaning over his friend’s hunched form as he clung to the toilet bowl. Although this was a familiar face, he was not the one you were searching for. 

As if sensing your presence, he looked up and over at you, a gentle smile gracing his face when he saw it was you. “You got the invite I see.”

You smiled back at him. “I did. So did the rest of my friends, you know, from Hoseok.” The drunken friend on the floor dry heaved for a moment, making Jungkook look back down at them and pat their back. 

“He’s probably on the front lawn smoking by the way.” He spoke again, not needing you to explain who you were looking for, and you were grateful because you weren’t in the mood to play dumb. 

You pushed off the door frame and stepped back, hearing him shout out a sarcastic ‘I know you miss me’ as you walked away. “Save it Jeon!” You playfully shouted back. You knew he missed you, he had told you plenty of times ever since you decided to stop sleeping with him. 

Of course Jeon Jungkook had been a good fuck, having been one of your favorite switches. Very true to his reputation, he could fuck you all night long with no issues, bringing you to orgasm enough times until you were crying for him to stop, while also letting you tie him up until he was the one begging—but he’d gotten attached. 

He could deny it all he wanted, but you sensed the change instantly. It creeped up in moments where he’d ask you to spend the night instead of leaving after hooking up, seeping into him asking you to hang out in day to day life instead of just 3am booty calls. And that just wasn’t something you were interested in having at the time. It wasn’t a jab at Jungkook, he was a nice guy if you were being honest, but that was old news. 

So as the music blasted in the house, sounding muffled to your ears, you walked with a purpose, weaving in between people as you crossed the living room and reached the front door. 

The fresh air met you the second you pushed the door open, loud bass spilling out of the house and into the front lawn, dimly lit up by the porch light. It allowed you to instantly spot Taehyung, a barely lit blunt between his fingers as he spoke to a taller boy beside him. At the sound of the door opening they both looked over in your direction, the taller one offering you a smile while Taehyung took a drag and gave you a nervous wave. 

You weren’t going to bother talking to him out here, he turned into a deer caught in headlights whenever you did so you just walked over to him, plucked the blunt from between his fingers and handed it to his friend before wrapping your hand around his wrist and dragging him behind you. The two of you needed to be alone, not around drunk party goers, or both of your nosey friends. 

Taehyung didn’t resist at all, looking over at Namjoon and seeing his friend had a shit eating grin on his face as he got dragged inside. You clearly had a mission, shoving your way through the sea of bodies again as you trekked to the opposite hallway this time, going for the only room on this side of the house. 

The bedroom door got thrown open and thankfully no one was inside of it. Taehyung slammed the door shut behind him and locked it as you turned to face him, inches separating you and you let out a soft breath at the close proximity. “Do you want this?”

His mind fogged over briefly as he watched your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, slowly inching it up to reveal more skin. “Yes, I do.” 

Those were the words to set it all in motion, hands yanking your shift off your body and tossing it aside, leaving you standing in your bra for him to ogle at. 

“Better than the photos huh?” you tease with a honey-sweet voice, reminding him of his deep dive onto your blog while your hands slid behind your back to unhook your bra and let it completely slide off. 

Taehyung couldn’t help but stare as your hands came up to give your boobs a squeeze. “Fuck.”

He stepped forward, wanting to finally touch you but you tsk in disapproval, shaking your finger at him and it just made him pout. Isn’t that what you wanted from him?

His breath hitched in his throat when you stepped even closer, tips of your fingers trailing from his shoulders to his chest, down to the hem, bunching the fabric in your grasp as you tugged it up and off of him. His arms raised up with no protest as you undressed him, wide eyes just watching your every move, ready to do whatever you asked of him. It was so out of character for him, but that much could be said about every interaction he’s had with you so he goes with the flow of it all. 

Goosebumps rose up on his tan skin as you trailed your hands down to play with the button on his jeans, fiddling with it to tease him. You wanted to cover his chest and stomach in hickeys, marking every inch of him up, bruising and teasing him until he was pleading for you to suck his cock. There was just something about him that made you want to see him flushed and desperate. 

He could see you lost in thought as you stared at his body, now hyper aware of the fact that he wasn’t absolutely ripped, but you liked that. His arms came up again in an attempt to pull you in to kiss you, but you stopped him once more, finally snapping out of your daze.

“Do you deserve to touch me?” His mind blanked at your tone, the slight edge he had heard the first time you spoke was back, and something about it made his body tingle. “Hm?” you hummed when he remained quiet.

That glint in your eye returned and his head shook without him realizing, no he didn’t deserve to touch you.

“Take it all off and lay on the bed,” you spoke sternly, the smirk on your face growing when he did as you said. His body hunched over and stumbled as he stripped out of his pants and boxers, his shoes and socks long gone beside them. Taehyung followed instructions and laid on the bed, feeling a little guilty that poor Hoseok’s bed would be defiled like this, but when you slid off your own pants and underwear he couldn’t find himself to care anymore. 

His cock was already hard and twitching as it laid against his stomach, and he could feel the small pool of precum gathering under his belly button, leaving a sticky mess on his skin. You hadn’t even touched him and he was this riled up already, terrified he would cum the second you decided to touch him, so his hand came to grasp the base of his cock and gave it a firm squeeze.

That action wasn’t lost on you as you slowly approached him, your knees resting on the mattress while you shuffled towards his body. Your fingertips trailed up his thighs softly, going around his cock and up his chest where your nails lightly grazed his nipple. His body shuddered at the touch, and the way your teeth sunk into your bottom lip at the reaction made him nervous.

You swung your leg over his waist, hovering above his skin but not making contact just yet. Taehyung had never been patient, his eagerness getting the best of him, and just as his hands rose up—about to touch your hips and force you to plop down on his cock—your own hands reacted, grasping his before he could touch you and bringing them above his head, successfully catching him off guard. 

“You said you don’t deserve to touch me.”

His eyes widened in realization, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of a way to take back the words that he said earlier. Fuck, he wanted to touch you, he could see your pussy hovering inches over his cock, and he bet he could slide right into you from how wet you looked, already picturing the feeling of your warmth as he sunk into you. 

Your hands grasped both of his wrists, leaving his arms pinned above his head as your other hand reached down, and he held his breath. There was a brief moment where he thought you’d show him mercy, hoping you were going to grab his dick from between your bodies, but when he saw your index and middle fingers part your lower lips he let a groan escape him. You trailed them up your slit and back down to circle around your entrance with a quiet hum, bringing your fingers back up in front of Taehyung’s eyes, watching him stare at them in awe as you separated them and your slick strung across from them.

“It’s a shame.” Your eyes trailed up to his hands again, seeing them clenched together in your grasp. “I’d love to have your hands inside me, but maybe next time.”

“No,” he croaked out, hips desperately lifting up in hopes of grinding into your pussy but he fell short. “Please, let me touch you.”

The begging satisfied the sick itch you were hoping to scratch, leaving you grinning above him. You had just started, yet his eyebrows were already furrowed, eyes locked in a trance on your fingers that were still in front of his face. 

“Not today, baby. Do you want a taste though?” He was nodding the second the proposal left your mouth. Taehyung licked his lips in desperation, mouth opening up as you brought them towards his lips, his neck craning forward and wrapping his lips around your fingers to taste the remnants of your arousal. His tongue flicked between your fingers as he sucked like his life depended on it, the urgency displayed had more wetness gushing out of you, and when Taehyung’s eyes darted towards his abdomen, he saw that some of it had dripped onto the skin below where you hovered.

You pulled your fingers out of his mouth and brought them back between your legs to tease yourself further. “Fuck, this could’ve been you doing this to me Taehyung.” You gasped out as your fingers flicked over your clit repeatedly and he whimpered, head falling back to rest on the pillows because he couldn’t take watching you get yourself off above him while his dick lay hard and leaking right below you.

You snickered to yourself, finally deciding to take some pity on the man, reaching below you to grasp his cock. His neck tensed up at the action, head whipping back up to make sure he wasn’t imaging anything. But there you were, small hands barely wrapping around his thick cock as you gave it a gentle tug. Your fingers were covered in your slick, making the glide feel delicious, spreading your arousal around his length and mixing with his own in a sinful combination. 

Taehyung’s chest heaved slightly as you picked up your pace, your fingers coming up to play with his pink tip before going back down quickly, hands set to tease him. He was trying to stop himself from moaning, you already had his arms restrained, he didn't want to give you this much power over him, but when your hands came down to fondle his balls he couldn’t hold back the needy whine that left him. The desperation behind him just made your pussy clench, and you really wish he could fuck you, but you weren’t going to let him get his way this easily, not when he hadn’t worked for it.

“Keep your hands there.” You spoke firmly as you released your grasp on them, smirking at his obedience when his fingers chose to wrap around the poles of the headboard behind him instead. He wasn’t sure what you were going to do, but he was hoping your next move would be sinking onto his cock. 

“Wait,” he spoke up as you placed both your hands on his chest. “I don’t have a condom,” he admitted, face scrunching up when he saw you freeze in your action of dropping down on top of him.

“Oh,” you cooed, left hand coming up to cup his cheek tenderly. “Don’t worry about that.” His heart was torn because although he loved going without a condom, he didn’t know you enough to trust continuing without one. “You’re not fucking me.”

And now his heart was shredded, thrown into a dumpster, and set on fire. “What?”

Your fingers traced his cheek softly as you smiled at him. “Only good boys get to fuck me and you—“ you patted his skin in a gentle, yet firm, slap. “—haven’t been good.” 

A pout forms on his lips because now he’s desperate, and also confused. Why would you strip out of all your clothes just to tease him like this? Were you going to finish yourself off on top of him and just leave? He wasn’t entirely against that scenario because he’s sure it would be hot as fuck, but his dick was literally throbbing.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you had shuffled down a bit and rested your dripping pussy right on top of his cock, your lips parting slightly as you rocked your hips forward. And then he was gasping, his hands detaching from the headboard and instinctively wanting to grab your hips, but they stopped an inch or so away, catching his own mistake. His fingers remained trembling in the air, a moan finally leaving his lips at the feeling of you grinding on his cock, the relief of you not leaving him high and dry taking over.

Keeping your palms on his chest, you used them as leverage to help you move, a wicked smile on your face when you saw the internal debate he was having. He could touch you if he really wanted to, he could say fuck your rules and grip your hips so hard they’d bruise, but he didn’t. He listened to you, his shaking hands retreating back to the headboard with a groan of restraint.

“Good boy,” you spoke softly, his cock twitching at the praise. He liked this, the foreign feeling of being pliant underneath you, letting you call all of the shots, it was igniting a warmth inside of him that he never expected. 

Taehyung could feel his stomach becoming a sticky mess from his precum and your wetness dripping down from his cock, but he didn’t care, he loved when it was messy, loved hearing the squelching sound filling the room every time you rocked your hips. The fact that you were this drenched from teasing him just turned him on more, and he really wanted to say fuck it and ask you to sink onto his cock, but you told him to be a good boy so that’s what he would do.

“Feel good?”

“S-so good,” he whined out, breathy and strained, almost as if he didn’t want to admit to it. 

His thighs were tense and aching, forcing himself to not thrust forward in fear that you’d stop what you were doing, small moans leaving his lips when the tip of his cock would brush against your clit. He looked fucked out underneath you, eyes blown open as he locked onto the spot between you two, watching his messy cock peek out between your legs when you’d grind your hips back.

Taehyung had never cum from doing this, it was something he had never tried before; he was used to the quickness of fucking at parties, some fingering being involved before he slid in from behind. But he could feel himself edging closer to his release embarrassingly fast, the sinful moans leaving your mouth only aiding in pushing him over faster.

You had a good rhythm going, his cock trapped between his stomach and your pussy, and even though he was trying his best not to be vocal, you could see he was close to falling apart. His hands were clenching the headboard so hard they were paling, and if that wasn’t enough of an indication his face surely said it all. 

Leaning over his body, you let your face inch closer to his as you sped up your hips. At your proximity Taehyung finally spoke up, “Can I-fuc—” he shuddered, “—can I please kiss you?”

Your eyebrow cocked up at his request, not expecting that to be what he wanted from you. “You want to kiss me?”

Taehyung's dark hair bounced on his head as he nodded frantically. “Yes,” he gasped out, squirming underneath you as you bucked harder on top of him.

He wanted to kiss you, your lips looked so soft and shiny, and he wanted to feel them on top of his. Honestly what he really wanted was to flip you over and fuck you senseless—he had the power to—the weight of you on him was nothing he couldn’t overpower, but something about you being in control of his pleasure was doing things to him.

When your hair grazed his chest from you dropping down, his heart skipped but your lips chose to kiss his neck instead, small traces and licks on his skin as you trailed up towards his jaw until finally you reached his lips. They were tacky from your lip gloss but he didn’t care, they felt as soft as he imagined, and when you snuck your tongue into the mix Taehyung whimpered into your mouth. His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, pleasure rolling over him in waves that only intensified when you wrapped your lips around his tongue and sucked. 

You could feel his body tensing up from underneath you, his climax creeping up on him, so you rocked faster, sinking your teeth into his plump bottom lip and tugging back. That was the final push before he was cumming, face screwed up the same way it was on the bus and a rough groan that you swallowed with another kiss.

Fuck, he was beautiful.

Another moan spilled out as you continued your movements, feeling his cum splashing up towards his chest from the force, some of it dribbling down his cock and settling onto your pussy. “Wow,” you mused, lips pulling back from his and looking down to see the mess he had made, his breathing continuing to shudder until you came to a stop.

Taehyung kept his grip on the headboard, a lot more limp than before, vision hazy from his orgasm and entire body tingling. You lifted up from him and shuffled further down, licking the trail of cum on his stomach with a grin when you noticed how his sensitive cock twitched at the visual. 

Trying to save face, he turned his head into his upper arm to shield himself, the small burn of embarrassment felt at the fact that he had just blown his load from you grinding on him in record time.

You weren’t finished with him yet though, your body still slowly sliding down him, fingers leaving feather-like touches on his skin that he mistook as you soothing his shuddering body, until they grasped his cock.

“Oh,” he winced, feeling your fingers grazing his sensitive dick, your mouth quickly enveloping it, making his back arch from the sudden sensation. It was no secret that Taehyung had a love for overstimulation, constantly toeing the line between pain and pleasure when he continued to jack off after cumming, but your warm mouth was new.

His sore fingers released the headboard, elbows straightening up because he had to watch this, had to burn this point of view into his mind forever. You were crouched at the bottom of the bed on your knees, ass up in the air as you swallowed his cock, your tongue swirling around it when you felt it start to harden again.

“H-hurts,” he admitted with his hips twitching, not sure if he wanted to thrust into your mouth or back away. Your hands rested on his hips to stop them from moving as his dick slipped out of your mouth with a pop.

“You want me to stop?” One hand was lazily jerking him as you spoke, his dick twitching in your grasp once more. 

No, no he was loving this. The pleasure was sharp but it was spreading a warmth throughout his body. Could he cum again?

He was clearly having a hard time deciding if he wanted you to stop or not, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening as he moaned softly, but Taehyung liked the pain, you could tell.

When your mouth took him in again he gasped lewdly, his elbows giving out and letting him flop back on the bed with a thump, fingers gripping the crumpled sheets beneath him. “No, no,” he whimpered again when you hollowed your cheeks and sucked. “Don’t stop, god.”

He could feel you smirking around his cock, your tongue coming out to flick the tip of his dick, red and swollen and once again dripping. One of your hands wrapped around the part you couldn’t reach, squeezing and tugging in time with your mouth; the other was dipped between your own thighs, fingers sinking into your cunt and thrusting them to match your motions.

Taehyung had his hands gripping onto the bed sheets to stop them from tangling into your hair and forcing you to take all of him, but his head peeked up, and when he saw you playing with yourself he sat back up, hips finally coming up to thrust into your mouth. Whimpers of pain and pleasure filled the room, the muscles in his neck pulled taut as he felt pressure start to bloom in his lower stomach. 

He wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle having another orgasm, every time he’d hit the back of your throat he felt the wind get knocked out of him, knees acting on reflex and shooting up to try to squirm away from your grasp.

The want to scold him was strong but you were getting closer to cumming, and seeing him losing control only made you moan around his cock. You pulled your fingers out of yourself, and with a few more flicks on your clit you were cumming. Taehyung watched in awe as your hips stuttered, and the moan you let out just urged him to keep thrusting into your mouth. 

His fingers were sore from the grip he had on the sheets and when he saw the drool leaking out of your mouth as you sunk all the way down, he finally felt the band snap, a throaty moan leaving his lips as he bowed his back into the mattress, the pain and pleasure blending together beautifully and bringing him to one of the best orgasms of his life. This load was a lot smaller than the last, but he was completely spent now, body lying limp on the bed as he tried to catch his breath.

Swallowing the cum on your tongue with a smirk, you took him in your mouth once more to tease, pulling back and placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his soft cock. 

“Such a good boy.” You teased as you made your way back up to him with a genuine smile on your face. Your soft lips pressed against his again, mouth opening up and he could taste himself on your tongue but he didn’t mind it. With a little hesitance, his hand came up to finally touch you, fingers tangling into your hair as he deepened the kiss, your teeth clashing together a few times because he couldn’t get enough. 

He watched as you pulled back from him, your tongue tracing your lips while you flipped your hair behind you again. “You know, you’re pretty when you cum.” And he doesn’t know why, but the statement made him blush. No one had ever told him he looked pretty when he came.

“Thank you?”

You giggled, still on top of him. “You’re welcome. I’ll be thinking of it when I touch myself later.” You gave him another quick peck before you got off of him and started putting your clothes back on. Taehyung was in a state of shock as he observed you, he had cum twice and still hadn’t fucked you, and you were very clearly getting a kick out of it. 

A final adjustment was done to your skirt before running your fingers through your hair, looking back at him still limp on his friend's bed, limbs resembling jello. It was cute, but you knew you had to trail him along further so you shot him a wink, opening up the bedroom door and waltzing out like you hadn’t just ruined him.

The haze that surrounded him whenever you were around him faded as you left and Taehyung sprung into action with a yelp, wrapping Hoseok's comforter around his naked body when he saw that you left the door open. Luckily no one was around, but he still rushed up with the sheets to close the door, legs feeling a little wobbly. With the door securely locked, he rested his weight against it, letting Hoseok’s ruined sheets fall from his body into a heap on the floor, his hand coming up to run through his messy hair.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he groaned in disbelief, balling up the sheets and stuffing them into the small hamper by the closet, they barely fit but it didn’t matter. Taehyung felt lost and a little unsatisfied, he knew he wouldn’t be able to feel completely satisfied until he actually fucked you. All he had to do was say it, you were dangling it right in front of him and he was too tongue tied to tell you how he actually felt. It was like all vocabulary and sense of communication was wiped clean whenever you were within a certain radius of him.

He slid back into his clothes, grabbing the tissues Hoseok conveniently had next to his bed, and wiped the small residue that was still on his stomach before he put his shirt back on. When his heart stopped pounding and he thought he was decent, he exited the room. Taehyung was set on finding you and speaking to you like a normal human being, his mind now cleared after those orgasms, so he felt sort of confident that he’d be able to get out a coherent sentence without sounding like an insecure loser.

Jungkook spotted him as he emerged from the hallway, his bunny smile spreading across his face when he saw how disheveled his friend looked, and considering he had seen you exit from that same spot minutes prior he knew what had gone down.

“Hey buddy.” Jungkook cooed obnoxiously, hands coming up to squeeze Taehyung's cheek, his fingers rubbing off the leftover residue of your lipgloss from his skin. He was drunk, breath smelling like vodka and his eyes glazed over, the classic dopey Jungkook smile on his face. Taehyung swatted his hands away from him with a grimace but Jungkook just slid beside him, slinging his arm across his shoulders and dragging him to the kitchen to get even more alcohol.

“So you fucked her right?” Taehyung accepted the drink, taking a sip as his eyes searched the room for you just like they had earlier.

“Sure,” he responded, not wanting to tell his friend that although you were both naked on top of each other and you had forced two orgasms out of him, he had not in fact been able to slide his dick inside of you.

Jungkook was too drunk to comprehend that sure didn’t exactly mean yes so he whooped, throwing his arms in the air with a laugh, and Taehyung couldn’t help but smile at his younger friend. 

“Have you seen her by the way?”

Jungkook thought back to when he spotted you leaving Hoseok’s room, you had a look of satisfaction on your face as you walked through the house and headed for the backyard. You emerged back out with one of your friends beside you and you both laughed as you made a swift exit out of Jungkook’s house entirely. It was pretty obvious you wouldn’t be coming back.

“She definitely left.”

Taehyung could feel his heart sink at that. He should’ve spoken to you when you were both alone in the room instead of lying there in his post orgasmic glow. Too late. 

He slid his phone out and decided he had to text you. The black line flickered on his phone, taunting him, waiting for him to type anything out, but he was stuck. What was he supposed to say? Thanks for the orgasms with a stupid emoji tacked at the end?

Taehyung 1:48am : You left so fast, get home safe

That’s what he settled on, and his eyes stayed glued on the phone when he saw the notification that you read it, three dots popping up as you typed a response back.

Y/N 1:52am : Sorry friend needed to get home and I was her ride.

Y/N 1:52am : Think about me tonight yeah? Goodnight busboy.

Taehyung thought about you alright. He thought about you often, frequently replaying the events that had happened that night as his fist wrapped around his cock on those nights where he was beyond desperate to cum.

The both of you hadn’t spoken much since the night of Hoseok and Jungkook’s party, due to the fact that finals were approaching and as much as you enjoyed this game you had with him, you also knew you needed to pass the classes you had. Taehyung doesn’t fault you for that, he was on the same boat, and if you had continued to tease him on the bus or through text message while he was already on the verge of a mental breakdown, he wasn’t sure he could survive it.

So it came as no surprise that when the semester came and went, the communication was once again severed, no longer having the morning commute to share together as winter break started.

Taehyung still thought of you often, every time you uploaded something onto your social media he stared at it for a minute too long, fingers urging to send you a message and start a conversation; but considering everything that had transpired between you two had been purely sexual he wasn’t sure a ‘haha funny meme’ message was going to get him very far.

When the second week of break rolled around and Taehyung started to go out with his friends, you began to slip his mind, the small acceptance of whatever you two had going fizzling away from his thoughts. He wondered if you forgot about him already, maybe you were home visiting family and had your sights set on another person.

With that thought engraved in his mind he allowed himself to go out with Jimin and Namjoon on a Saturday night, the three of them being the few of his friends that lived in the city and weren’t going home to their family for the holidays. They stood by the bar of some club closer to Jimin’s apartment, deeper into the city, a place Jimin swore the hottest girls frequented and when Taehyung scoped the crowd he took notice that Jimin was right.

It only took two shots to loosen him up enough to ease onto the dance floor, and only a few more minutes until a pretty redhead spotted him and made her way over, her hands trailing up onto his shoulder as she moved her hips in time with his. He smirked down at her, her eyes gleaming up at him while her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, she’s definitely his usual type. The way she gripped onto him when he slid his thigh in between her legs, how she easily gave in to the way he kissed his way into her mouth, eager to let him have his way with her. It’s no shock that he found himself tucked away in a corner of the club, letting her hands roam his chest as she latched her lips onto his neck while he dipped his hands under the hem of her skirt to play with her covered slit. It’s messy and he’s the one leading the way, it's familiar for him, but he can’t stop the small craving inside of him for something else, something different.  

She whimpered into his mouth, not at all shy about being out in the open, and he can feel his cock throbbing at the thought of another girl that isn’t you for the first time—and you must have a sixth sense—there's no other explanation for him besides that when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

The nameless redhead whined at the loss of contact when he pulled his hand back to grab his phone, but he shushed her with a kiss, telling her he needed a minute. And that's all the convincing she needed to continue sucking hickeys into his neck.

When his phone lit up and he saw your name on his lock screen he blanked, eyes roaming behind him when he looked back to check if maybe you were here and that's why you were texting him. But when he unlocked the phone and saw the message you sent, it was oh so obvious that you were definitely not at the club.

The revelation of the photo you had sent catches him so off guard, he almost drops his phone, the device slipping through his fingers until he reacts and slammed it against his chest so hard to not let it clatter to the ground. The action winded him, the sharp pain of his phone wacking his chest had him wincing and it got the girl's attention.

Leaning back as her curious eyes peeked up to stare at him, instead she found herself staring at his chest, her face oddly lit up. The realization settled within him now, noticing that he must have flipped the phone over when he caught it and she was now clearly looking at the photo of you naked. The jaw dropping nudes you had sent, showcasing your boobs with your fingers on your nipple, wet with your arousal; and the second photo of your pussy on display had taken his breath away, but all it got him was a glare and a shove to his chest from the red head, muttering out that he was a pig as she pushed her way back to her friends.

He gulped as he flipped the phone around and analyzed the photo, a deep groan leaving him, because god dammit he had just started to come to terms that whatever you had was old news. You were always keeping him on his toes, it was going to fuck with his heart and his health.

Taehyung turned around and squinted through the flashing lights to hopefully find his friends, spotting Namjoon with a drink in one hand, his other clutching onto a blonde as they danced together, and he made his way over to him. 

“I’m gonna head out,” he mumbled into Namjoon’s ear, ignoring the confused glance he gave him. The clear translation being: what the hell.

“We just got here.”

Taehyung knew this but he can’t hang around here with the thrumming bass and dance with other girls when you had just sent him these fucking photos. “Yeah, I don’t feel so hot. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take an uber just let Jimin know.”

Namjoon could only nod, not really wanting to separate himself from the cute girl he had grown fond of, but he would be forcing Taehyung to come out with them again next week. He just watched as his friend slipped through the crowd of the club until he stepped out. 

When the cold air hit him Taehyung gulped it down, hands pressing against his face as he sighed and walked towards the brickwall on the side of the club. He couldn’t do this anymore, and with the alcohol numbing his common sense he didn’t think twice as he pulled his phone back out and opened up your message again, rechecking that you had in fact sent him those photos. And when he saw that you had, obscene photos still filling up his screen, he clicked the phone button and gave you a call.

He swore you weren’t going to answer him as the ring droned out, but when it cut off and all he heard is silence, he held his breath, wide eyes focusing on the cars driving on the street in front of him.

“Hi.” 

Oh fuck.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He spoke out so softly, pleading into the phone as he grabbed a chunk of his hair in between his fingers.

“Would you rather I didn’t?” you hummed, phone pressed against your shoulder and ear as you lazily trailed a finger up and down your stomach.

“No!” he shouted, wincing when he saw other club goers give him an odd look. “No, but why me? We haven’t even spoken lately.”

“We’re speaking right now.”

He remained silent, not knowing how to respond to you, but he keeps the phone pressed against his ear, the soft sound of you breathing being the only noise he hears—until there's a small moan. It makes his blood run cold, eyes slipping shut as he imagined why you had made that noise.

“What are you doing?” He finds himself getting the courage to ask, enjoying the small laugh you let out as you admitted to touching yourself, so nonchalant and carefree about the fact that you were still the leading cause to his blue balls.

Taehyung was slightly tipsy, his mind whirling as he pictured your fingers sinking into your pussy like they had that night, the pretty sounds you had let out as your mouth was stuffed full of his cock and he groans. “Do you really enjoy making me suffer?”

“Oh, are you suffering?” you cooed into the receiver. “You know all you have to do is say it.”

He knew this, oh god did he know this and right now he’s way too lost in it all to even feel the embarrassment or unsureness he usually does when he’s around you, so he asks—no begs—to finally fuck you. “Please, please let me fuck you Y/N.”

Your own eyes shut as he said this, fingers coming back up to rest on your stomach while you sat up in your bed with a smile on your face, focusing on the object beside your bed. “Okay, I’ll let you, if you let me try something on you first.”

Taehyung doesn’t even care to ask what the hell you meant by that, his mind already set on fucking you, and when he agreed without a second thought you text him your address, your head whirling at whats to come.

Taehyung didn’t even realize when he got to your place, running on autopilot fueled by pure hormones as he got into the taxi and managed to somehow get to your apartment in one piece.

His fingers were shaking slightly as he punched in the code you had given him, the main door buzzing as it unlocked, and it's then that it hits him, he's actually here. He had actually voiced his want for you and now he was here, fuck.

You sat patiently on your living room couch, a soft oversized shirt on as you waited for him to make his way up. You had buzzed him in about a minute ago, so when you heard the soft thud of footsteps approaching in the hallway, you knew it was him.

The gentle knock against your door had you hopping up from your spot, slowly approaching it and pressing your eye against the peep hole to catch a glance at him. He stood a foot or so away, eyes squinting at his phone and back up at the number to make sure it was the right place, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of a neighbor. 

Once you pulled open the door, you could tell he was nervous, hair a little messy on top of his head and face looking slightly flushed, but he stood up straight and gave you a smile.

“Hi,” he utters out, walking into your place when you stepped aside and motioned for him to come in. He half expected your apartment to look like a sex dungeon, dark and dim, covered in leather with a sex swing in the corner, but its surprisingly normal.

The soft pastel pinks and oranges greeting him is definitely not what he imagined but he likes it, his eyes locking onto a watermelon plushie with button eyes tucked into the edge of your couch.

“Taehyung, do you want some water?” you offer, wanting to ease him into this, but he just shakes his head, turning back around to face you and it's then that he realized you’re only wearing a shirt.

“If you’re drunk we don’t have to do this right now.”

Taehyung heard you loud and clear, but he can’t look away from your chest, every time he blinks he could see the image of your tits thanks to the picture you had graciously provided him with. It’s killing him because he knew you were currently bare underneath the thin shirt you have on.

To be honest he wasn’t drunk, barely even tipsy, the small amount of liquor he consumed tonight was way less than his normal amount. He felt woozy enough around you on a normal day, but he knew he definitely wasn’t too drunk to do what he had come here to do.

“No, I’m good. I swear.”

The determination in his tone was very clear but you still waited for him to stop blatantly staring at the way your nipples poked through the fabric of your shirt, until finally his gaze locked with yours, following behind you as you led the way to your bedroom.

When he entered your room his eyes were drawn to your bed, fluffy and inviting, draped in a soft peach duvet with light pillows, but knowing the absolutely filthy things you most likely did on it killed the small sense of innocence he initially felt. Especially when he spots the hitachi wand resting pretty at the edge of the bed.

You were staring at his profile when he spotted it and you saw the way he swallowed, wide eyes bulging out as he analyzed the toy. Was this what you had been using when you answered his phone call? He wasn’t sure, he hadn’t heard anything in the background...maybe it was one of those fancy zero noise ones.

When he heard you giggle he snapped out of it, turning to face you with curious eyes. 

“Have you never seen one?” Taehyung remained silent as he thought, but it's pretty clear he hadn’t. There was never time for sex toys with one night stands in random houses, sure he had seen them in porn but real life felt different. He wished he had, he didn’t want to use this on you and fumble around and make a bigger fool of himself.

“I take it you’ve never used one then?” you ask again as you walk over to it, picking it up gently in your hands and approaching Taehyung thanks to the fact that it was wireless.

He could only shake his head, staring at it in your grasp as your fingers glided over the plastic handle, your thumb flicking it on and smiling when the low hum filled the room. It's on the lowest setting but that didn’t stop you from beginning to get excited.

“Would you let me try this on you Taehyung?”

He looked utterly confused by your question, not at all expecting to be on the receiving end of this. What did you mean by that?

“You mean like shove it up my ass?” He could see you trying not to laugh at him, biting your lip as you shook your head. 

“No, it's not a dildo Tae. Use it here.” You reached out until it was gently pressed against his crotch, the wand buzzing over his jeans. He let out a grunt at the feeling, head dropping down to stare at the white silicone head weakly vibrating on him, taking a moment to get over the initial shock. He chalked it up to being slightly under the influence, but he really wanted you to turn it up.

It was clear to see how mesmerized he was by the device so you flicked it up a level, relishing in the small gasp he let out as his jaw dropped. It was barely a flutter of pleasure, but something about it excited him, had him craving more so he looked up at you, glassy eyes and all. 

“You can do whatever you want to me.” He felt no shame when he told you that, groaning once more when you applied a hint of pressure against him.

The way your body reacted to his words was pure instinct, him admitting to letting you do as you please unhinged you. He saw it in the way you bit your lip, your eyes roaming his face until they dragged down his body, landing on his now half hard cock with the vibrating head of the wand still pressing against it.

“Fuck, please,” he begged, and when you retract the wand he almost takes it back. That is, until you were pulling him in, one hand tugging at his shirt until he's flushed against you, your lips meeting his in a frenzy, swallowing the moan he let out into the kiss. His hands stayed at his sides, not sure if he was allowed to touch you again considering you had told him not to last time, and you smirked when you realized it. Taehyung knew he would only be able to touch you if he deserved it, your words being engraved in his brain, and he was planning on earning that tonight.

“Good boy, you remembered.” you whispered out, lips brushing against his as you spoke. His eyes remained shut, the only indication that he heard being the small nod he gave you. Your hand inched up from the grasp you had in his shirt until you’re cupping his cheek gently.

“You see what happens when you’re good?” You kissed him again, pulling back once he started to press harder into you. “You get rewarded.” His breath shuddered against your face at the promise of being rewarded, and you smiled while reaching down to grab his hand and gently tugged him closer towards your bed, your right hand still holding the wand loosely by your side as he followed along.

“Do you want me–“ he paused to take a breath when you turned back around to face him. “Do you want me to strip?” His voice sounded so soft, unsure if asking you was the right thing to do, but him asking you this showed you that you’d managed to create another sliver in his outer shell. One step closer to cracking him.

You gave him another gentle kiss, nodding as you stepped back from him, eyes trained on his body while he began to tug at the black shirt he had tucked into his jeans, the material slowly sliding off his body and revealing his tan skin.

He didn’t feel uneasy at your staring this time around, being able to tell you’re clearly enjoying the view of him slowly undressing, your eyes focusing on his cock as it sprung out when he slid out of his briefs. Your hand clutched onto the wand a little tighter, fingers hovering over the power button with newfound enthusiasm, eager to make him squirm at the new sensation. And when he took  it upon himself to settle onto your bed without you having to ask, you withheld the urge to clap in excitement.

Taehyung waited with baited breath when you kneeled onto the bed, shuffling your way up his body and setting the toy by his side, his body flinching slightly when the cool plastic touched his skin as it rolled on the bed. Resting your weight on your left hand, settled by his shoulder while your right hand softly cupped his cheek as you inched closer. His eyes looked at your lips before looking back down to his own hands, an unspoken question hanging off his tongue.

“My hands?” Is all he managed to get out, the rest of the question dying when he made eye contact but you only raised your brows up, making him realize he needed to be more specific. “Do you want them grabbing the headboard again?”

Leaning forward to kiss him once more, you smirked, witnessing how such a simple question could embarrass him so much due to him being in a different position than he was used to. “Ideally I’d want them cuffed and behind your back.” He shut his eyes at your words, cock throbbing as he pictured himself the way you wanted him. “But not today. Just keep them on the bed. Can you do that?”

Taehyung felt your lips press against his again and he nodded. “Y-yeah, yeah I can.”

He could feel you hum against his skin, the hand that was cupping his cheek beginning to trail down his chest, passing his navel until you reached his dick, fingers wrapping around him and beginning to slide your palm up and down. “Good.”

He sighed into your mouth as your hands squeezed around the base of his cock, twisting as it came up in a slow motion, wanting to ease him into the pleasure of it so as to not scare him when you grab the wand again. It only took a few minutes until he’s kissing you more relaxed, body sagging into the bed as he grunt softly into your mouth whenever you focused on his swollen tip; and that's when you reached over to your bedside table, grabbing the bottle of lube you had with your lips still attached to him.

They separate with a light smack, and you rest back onto his thighs, taking a moment to take him in, the way he’s laid out on your bed, chest heaving slightly while his weeping dick sat against his stomach. He watched you intently as you uncapped the lube you have, dropping a generous amount into your palm and wrapping it around his cock again. Taehyung hissed at the cool sensation, stomach tensing when you began a fluid motion only set on spreading the liquid, but he still groaned because he knew what was next.

You tried not to let the overt excitement show on your face when you reached over and grabbed the wand once more, thumb flicking it on to the lowest setting and pressing it against his thigh first, observing the way he jumped slightly at the sensation. “I know you’ve never used this before,” you start, trailing the vibrating head up onto his stomach and back down to his other thigh, dipping down slightly towards the center but staying off his cock. “So, you need to tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any moment okay?”

His thighs are tensing up already, getting desperate to feel something, anything. “Like a safe word?”

“Sure,” you hummed, staring back at his face and seeing the distraught look on it. He wasn’t sure why the idea of a safe word sent his mind into a flurry, he had never used one and having to think of one that he’d remember seemed almost impossible at the moment. “Or we can make it easy. You know traffic lights?”

He nodded. “Great. If you say green everything's going good, yellow is if you start to feel uncomfortable or need me to slow down, red is if you need me to stop completely. You say these at any time.”

You’re continuing to tease him as you explained this and Taehyung rested his head back, not wanting to see you as you clearly avoided giving his dick any attention. 

“Okay, I got it. Green,” he groaned out, and you just chuckled, finally pressing the head of the vibrator against his cock. The low vibrations started at the base and his stomach tensed at the feeling, a tiny whine escaping him, hands having to resort to clutching your sheets again to stop himself from grabbing you and forcing you to switch it up a level.

The head of the vibrator bent slightly as you applied more pressure, thumb flicking it up two levels and enjoying the way he cursed, his head lifting back up to stare in awe as you slowly dragged it up an inch before coming back down, passing it right over his balls briefly. 

“Oh shit,” he keened, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, not being able to thrust up into it because you were still resting on his thighs.

“Aren’t you glad you told me yes?” you asked teasingly, sliding it up until it was nuzzled right against his frenulum before kicking it up another two levels. His reaction had you dripping against his thighs, arm muscles taut from how hard he’s grabbing the duvet, stomach caving in as he moaned out unabashedly. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, “yes, I am.” Taehyung had no idea something like this could feel so good, he was so accustomed to hearing women talking about vibrators and he thought it was a load of shit. Clearly he had been very, very wrong. 

Even though you’re focusing it on the underside of his tip, slowly raising the levels up until he’s squirming, he felt like his whole lower body was vibrating. The telltale signs of his orgasm creep up on him, the feeling only increasing when your fingers wrap around his shaft and you hold the vibrator against his swollen tip. The fluttering feeling of pressure building up becoming more consistent, his breath leaving him in huffs as he tried to force it away.

You can tell by the way his body started to tense up, your finger turning it up another level to push him further. “Are you gonna cum already? I thought you wanted to fuck me?”

He whined loudly, desperately trying to sink his hips into the bed to ease the pressure but your hands followed his movements, his head whipping to the side as he scrunched his face up. “Fuck, I do–I do want to fuck you, god–“ he gasped out when you started to circle the head of the toy around his tip, the rolling pleasure becoming too much. “Unghh, please let me f-fuck you.”

His stomach began to shudder more aggressively, hips wiggling around and you smirked down at him, his face finally turning back up to stare at the ceiling, his brows pulled together tightly with unshed tears prickling his waterline. “Hold it Taehyung.”

He nearly sobbed at your demand, taking in a deep breath as he shut his eyes once more, forcing himself to try to tune out his nearing release. His heart feels tight in his chest, blood thrumming so loud in his head, eyes burning as the tears finally spill over. But it’s too late, the tingling feeling had started to spread throughout his body and he knew he was a few seconds away from blowing his load.

Taehyung let out a pained moan. “Fuck I can’t, y-yellow, yellow!” You let go of his cock, the vibrator lowering in intensity before easing off and going back to trail on his stomach and thighs as his close release faded away, letting him whimper as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m sorry.”

After a moment you switched the toy off entirely and set it aside on the bed, soft hands running along his skin to help calm him down, reaching up to gently wipe away his fallen tears. “Don’t be sorry, you did good.”

He sighed in relief, glad that he hadn’t ruined it by not being able to hold off his orgasm, he tried the best he could but the only way he wanted to cum was after he sank into you.

You gave him another minute to come down, easing off of his thighs to tug your shirt off of your body, the material landing in a heap on the floor and that grabbed Taehyung's attention. He looked at your body with desire, wanting to reach out and grab you, kneading your flesh as he cupped your tits and ass, but he's done so well so far so he holds himself back. The only daring touch he allowed is his thumbs gently rubbing against your knees as they rest on either side of his thighs.

You let the touch slide as you bent forward and kissed him, reaching over to the bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. Leaning back from him, you tear it open with your teeth and slowly ease it onto his throbbing cock, hearing him groan when your hands add a bit of pressure at his base once it's fully rolled on.

“You okay?” you ask softly. He looked dazed out, no longer tipsy from his earlier adventure but his mind was working on overdrive, the abundance of fantasies he’s had of you are coming to fruition. He was finally going to know what it felt like to actually fuck you, and he was scared his excitement would make him cum a minute in, especially after he had forced his last orgasm away.

“Yeah, just–“ he swallowed harshly, letting his head fall back into the plush pillows. “Give me a minute please.” You smirked at the slightly pained expression on his face, but you hummed anyways, letting his dick lay back above his stomach as you leaned forward and opted for kissing him softly, fingers slowly trailing through his hair to help calm him down.

Taehyung shivered as your nails gently scraped down until you reached his neck, his hips beginning to rut up against you, clearly being ready to continue.

“Please,” he starts again, groaning as you tugged his lower lip between your teeth, letting it snap back gently. “Let me fuck you. I’ve been good right?” He still felt his face flush at his own words but a strange sense of pleasure also coursed through him when you nodded in response.

Your hand reached down between your bodies, grabbing his cock to tease around your entrance. “Yes Tae, you’ve been very good.” He held his breath as you started to ease down onto him, the both of you groaning at the pleasant stretch of your walls, his jaw dropping while he kept his eyes glued at the sight of his thick cock parting your lips.

“Holy shit,” he gasped out when you fully sank onto him, giving him a moment as you rested your hands on his chest, biting your lip at how full you felt.

Kim Taehyung’s dick lived up to its name, long and girthy with the prettiest veins running along the underside of it, the slightest curve of it allowing it to gently nudge along the sweet patch inside of you. It filled you up perfectly, leaving you stunned above him as you adjusted to his size. 

When his breathing evened out, you peeked a glance at him, his forehead slightly damp from the earlier teasing. He looked so utterly fucked out and desperate and it urged you on; you were determined to crack him, show him how great this could be, and so far he seemed more than willing to let go of control.

As you start a slow rhythm, you wished you could bind his wrists behind his back, strapped into a chair, wrapped up in the pretty red rope you used to use on Jungkook, or even drape your favorite blindfold over his eyes like you used to with Hwasa;  but you didn’t want to push him further, you were letting him dip his toe into this.

Taehyung was so used to being in control, so used to being the one in charge of giving for himself, and when he had heard the way you spoke to him: praising him for behaving, all giggly and soft after you had made his mind blank from an orgasm, he wasn’t sure he wanted to go back to his normal.

His thumb was still grazing your knees, every time he flicked them upward on your skin he could feel your muscles tense as you lift yourself off of him and snap back down, the sound of your skin slapping together filling up the room. They mixed in with your soft moans, nearly concealing how affected you were by this, hiding the small cries of pleasure felt from the tip of his cock nudging the sweetest spots deep within you. 

Taehyung could feel his blood buzzing in his ear, the feeling of being buried inside of you going beyond what he ever thought, his heart continuing to pound when he felt you tighten around his length.

“Is this worth you leaving whoever you were with earlier tonight?”

Your words caught him off guard for a moment, having to clear the heady feeling in his brain, and he took a moment to wonder how you knew he was with someone, but then your fingers came to prod at the hickeys littering his neck.

Half moons marked his skin as your nails came down to his chest, lightly digging into his skin and he hissed, hips thrusting up slightly. “Shit, I–“ he whined when you began to grind against him, slow rocks of your hips letting him feel the glide of your walls against his cock. “Yes, so worth it.”

You let yourself lean more against his chest, tits pressed along his skin as you brought your face closer. “Do you think she would’ve been able to make you feel this good?”

He doesn’t even have to think about it, immediately shaking his head. “No—fuck, just you.”

You pressed a kiss directly underneath one of the hickeys, leaning back again and cupping your breasts, fingers pinching and rolling your nipples as you resumed bouncing on top of him. Sinful slaps of your skin connecting fill up the room like it belonged there, arousal gushing out of you when he whimpers at the visual of you riding him. 

The whiny pleas he let out proved he’s edging close to his release again, making a heat pool in your gut, and he shocks you when he requests for you to place your hands around his throat. He had always been interested in choking, albeit he always imagined he’d be the one with his hands wrapped around someone but this felt right, your thumb and middle finger pressing into his carotid artery had all the stars aligning in his eyes.

Your eyes widened at his reaction, not expecting him to be bold enough to ask for this considering it took him this long to tell you he wanted to fuck you, but you’d take it. You’d take his half lidded gaze as you applied pressure on his neck, his stomach caving in slightly everytime you slid back down on his length, your walls squeezing him deliciously as he neared his end; you’d take all of it. .

He could feel his mind going hazy, drifting up as every nerve in him tingled, hyper fixated on the repeated raunchy, wet sound of you riding him. Taking note of his floaty appearance, you sped up your pace, tightening up around him as you leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly. “You feel so good Taehyung, cum for me.”

He shivered slightly at your words, your hands squeezing a little tighter against his neck, and suddenly he's cumming. His body was set alight as the feeling caught him by surprise, eyes bulging out and a choked gasp leaving his mouth when you released his throat.

He let out a loud moan of your name, rutting his hips up into you as his dick twitched and filled up the condom, spine sparking with pleasure as you continued to rut against him. “Oh fuck,” he cried out, his hand coming up to tangle into his hair while the small after shocks of his orgasm hit him.

When you reached over to grab the forgotten hitachi wand, his mind blanks, seeing you continuing to grind against his still hard dick as you pressed the head of the wand against your clit had him at a loss.

Fuck you’re hot.

When you smiled down at him, your mouth dropping open slightly when you found the sweet spot, he realized he uttered that out loud. Another groan of his spilled out again when he felt the vibrations against his own cock from how high you had the settings.

You give up on fucking him, letting his cock stay nuzzled deep inside of you as you pressed one hand against his ribs while you hunched over and moaned. The intensity of the vibrator had your whole body trembling, buzzing directly against your swollen clit with precision, making your velvety walls pulse around his sensitive cock. 

The feeling of your orgasm came on strongly, your hand pressing the toy harder against you, and Taehyung felt like he could cum again as you tightened your walls around him, the sensation making him softly rut up into you.

“Oh god, fuck Taehyung,” you gasped out, throwing your head back as your orgasm finally hit you. All Taehyung could do was stare at you in a daze as you came undone, small whimpers leaving your lips as your hips twitched, chasing the pleasure until you were sighing and shutting off the toy, body still trembling from the aftershocks. 

When you tossed it aside you stayed sat on him, breath heaving as you hunched over him slightly. His hands that were on your knees fully came up onto your thighs to gently massage them, wanting to comfort you, the mutual understanding that he was allowed to touch you after sex being passed between you. 

After a minute, you slowly eases yourself off of his soft length, pulling off the condom and tossing it into the bin beside the bed.

Taehyung was entirely spent. Tonight had felt like the longest night of his life, and his eyes were drifting shut when he felt you straddle him again, your arms resting on his chest as you stared up at his sleepy form.

His eye cracked open and he grinned at you when he saw the look on your face; it was the sweet smile you wore when you were up to no good. The fingers on your left hand gently spelled your name on his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, your chin rested on top of your arm and you laughed when you saw his eyebrow raise up in question.

“What?” he asked. You were clearly out of the mood that made you want to bind and tease Taehyung until he was crying, wanting to reassure him and make sure he was comfortable after doing things you knew he wasn’t used to with your soft touches.

You hummed softly as you stared into his eyes. “Kim Taehyung is into choking huh?”

His face flushes immediately as he replays his request in his mind, and you pat his chest to get him to stare at you, a small frown on your face at his clear embarrassment. “Hey, it wasn’t a tease. It’s hot.”

Taehyung raised both brows now, staring at you like you had said something absolutely foreign to him. Tonight was a night of firsts and realizations, who knew Taehyung loved the feeling of a vibrator on his cock, and who knew he had a kink for your hands around his throat. “Really?”

“Oh yeah,” you mused, lifting up slightly to inch closer to his face. “Seeing you squirming while I choked you was the hottest thing.”

He could only stare at you, the gears in his head turning as he thought of what just happened. He never imagined he’d be into giving someone control like that. Taehyung knew it was minuscule, but this was all new to him and he loved it already, his brain wondering how much further you could take it.

“You know, I’m kinda into it.” He looked away from you as he said this, still not confident in admitting it and he knew it was silly, especially when he could see how much hearing these words lit your face up.

Your eyes shut when he admitted to this; it always felt like finding gold when you got a man to confess to enjoying this. So many men were always afraid to admit to liking how it felt when a girl took control over them, no matter how subtle, and Taehyung was someone you thought would be a little harder to break down.

“Are you?”

He hummed, his hands finally coming up higher to touch you and his warm grip caught you off guard. But he takes his time as he trails his fingers up and down your sides, gliding across your back, sliding them into your hair and tugging you closer until he’s kissing you, the first time he’s ever taken control of any situation.

He relished in the small gasp you let out as he licked the seam of your lips, his tongue slipping in and massaging against yours slowly for a brief moment until he’s pulling back. Taehyung realized that this is the longest conversation you two have had in person, and the first one where he didn’t feel like a babbling idiot.

“Is there more we can try next time?” he wondered softly, nudging your noses together and kissing you again briefly.

Your mind was already picturing how he’d look tied up, cock swollen and dripping with a cockring sat snuggly around his base, maybe a thick collar around his neck. You could ease him into trying out some of the floggers you have, or tempt him into wax play, maybe ice cubes if he was wary of the wax. So many ideas that had you squirming on top of him with anticipation, and when he saw that look on your face he found himself smiling with you.

“Oh, there's so much Taehyung. You just have to tell me what you’re comfortable with.” Your fingers are raking through his own hair now as he leaned into the touch. “Can you do that?”

When your fingers tugged the strands, he sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Pressing your lips against his again, he feels you smirk against his skin, the small sharpness of your teeth sinking into his lip making him groan. “Good boy.”

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Break the Ice

Day 7: Falling Through Ice

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Word Count: 1423

TW: Hypothermia, Language

Thanks to @lacontroller1991 for the request!

@amonthofwhump

One minute you were skating circles around him, and the next Rick watched as you plunged into the freezing water below the ice. You must have hit a thin spot or your continuous skating in that area just weakened it. But the why ultimately didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were his best friend, you were in trouble, and Rick wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

As he approached the break, Rick couldn’t see the faintest trace of you. It was like you had been sucked into a black hole. Flinging off his heavy, cumbersome skates, he slammed his bare heel into the ice around the edge of the chasm, widening it slightly. Then, he dove into the gaping abyss.

The icy water hit him like a sledgehammer, causing an involuntary gasp that released half of his precious air reserves. But he tried his best to ignore the biting chill as he swam down deeper into the darkness. He couldn’t see any sign of you as he frantically lashed out his arms while he swam, hoping he would get lucky and brush up against you.

Finally, just as he was on his last few seconds of oxygen, he felt a strand of your hair brush over his hand. His fingers were so numb, it almost didn’t register, but as he surged forward, he crashed into your shoulder. Grasping a large handful of your jacket, Rick swam as hard as he could to the surface. A miniscule dot of light was his only indication of where to head, but the world grew brighter the closer he got to freedom. And just as black dots began dancing in front of his vision, Rick’s head burst through the hole that had already begun to frost over.

Dragging your head out of the water, his heart stopped as he noticed you weren’t breathing. But he had partially expected this, and now was not the time to shut down. After a lot of maneuvering, Rick managed to lift you onto the solid ice. He then heaved himself up beside you.

Rolling quickly to his knees, he began chest compressions, exactly as he had been taught back at boot camp many years ago. It was second nature at this point. He only hesitated for a moment when it came time to perform mouth to mouth. For as many years as the two of you had known each other, you had never crossed this line. Yet, for how long had he imagined pressing his lips against yours? Dreamed about what they would feel like, taste like? But he never imagined this would be how he found out. Ramming his mouth into your icy, blue lips, he breathed heavily into you, forcing air back into your still lungs. But nothing happened. Two more times he repeated the cycle but…. nothing.

“Come on, darlin’, don’t do this to me! Wake up! Please, just fucking, wake up!” With the last pound to your chest, you jerked straight up, spewing water from your mouth as you coughed and gagged. Rick didn’t think he had ever felt so relieved in his life.

Once you managed to catch your breath, you fell back onto the ice as you curled into a tight ball. “R-r-r-r-i-i-” You couldn’t even get his entire name past your lips as your teeth chattered furiously.

Rick scooped you up tightly into his strong arms. He murmured softly in your ear, trying to keep his own teeth from clacking together, “I know, darlin’, I-I know. But I’ve got ya. You’re sa-safe now.”

As quickly as he could in just his thick socks, he hurried across the ice towards his truck. He could feel your hair stiffening into icy strands as the water still clinging to it began to freeze in the wind. You were still quivering violently in his arms, but you seemed to have slipped into unconsciousness. He had to get you warm and dry and soon.

As soon as he opened the door to his truck, he realized a sobering fact. Both of your clothes were still wet, with much of the water on your outer layer already hardening into a frosty coating, which meant….

Rick fumbled with frozen fingers at the zippers and buttons on your clothes as he removed layer after sopping layer. When you were left in just your undergarments, he considered leaving them on but he knew he needed to keep you as dry and as warm as possible. So, averting his eyes as much as he could, he removed your remaining clothes and quickly covered your naked form with one of the blankets he had in the back seat.

Once you were snuggly tucked in, Rick draped your dry jacket over you for added warmth. Luckily, you had left your heaviest one in the truck, stating the two of you were going to be working up a sweat on the ice and you wouldn’t need it. Then he began to strip, the pile of wet clothes soon doubling in size. When he was completely naked, he wrapped the other blanket around himself the best he could. Then he lifted you up and climbed into the front of the truck. He turned all the heaters to low as he pulled you in close to his chest.

As you began to stir, your hand weakly clawed at the heater knob, trying to twist it all the way up but Rick stopped you. “I know you want that heat, darlin’, but warmin’ up too fast is just as dangerous as not warmin’ up at all. We need to do this a little at a time.”

You nodded furiously but because of your shivering, once you started, you didn’t seem to be able to stop. Your head just continued shaking up and down like a bobble-head doll. Placing one hand gently on your cheek, Rick pressed your face tighter against his chest. After a few minutes, the bobbing stopped.

“That’s the last time I let you talk me into going ice skating.” Rick said with a chuckle.

“Sh-shu-shut up. We were ha-hav-having f-fun be-before this hap-pened. Be-besides…nev-er get t-to see yo-you an-anymore.” You mumbled softly through blue tinted lips. It pained Rick to hear the intense tremor in your voice, but at least you were coherent enough to speak.

He brushed some of your damp hair off of your face. “I know. And I’m sorry. Work’s been really busy lately. You know how it is.”

“I-I know. B-but I mi-miss you.” You snuggle your face deeper into him.

“I know…I miss you too.” Rick smoothed his hand across the blanket covering your back. Another shiver ran down your spine. “Ah, come on, darlin’. It’s not that cold.”

“Ya, know… It’s-s a s-sc-scientiffic fact that… larger, more mus-s-scular people’s bo-odies run warmer. I gu-guess I lucked out. You’re my own personal sp-space heater. You’ve al-always be-en incredibly hot.”

Rick smiled. “Is that so? Well, just for future knowledge, there are easier ways to get me out of my clothes.” He regretted the words the second they left his mouth. While it was true, he had been dreaming for years about holding you like this, bodies pressed together in a tender embrace, he knew this was not the way he wanted it to happen. Also, he was sure you had to be mortified about the situation as it was. Two thin blankets were the only things that separated your naked bodies, and though he had tried his best not to look, you had to know he had gotten a pretty good glimpse of your breathtaking figure.

But instead of getting mad or embarrassed, you just chuckled. “I don’t know, Flag. I’ve be-en trying for ages and no-nothing else seem-ed to be working. Call this my l-last resort.”

He looked down at you in surprise. “Are you serious?”

You shrugged, a coy smile on your lips. “I mean, no, I didn’t fall through the ice on purpose, but also… yeah… I like you. A lot. I have for years. I thought you knew that?”

“No…. I thought I was the only one who felt that way.”

Your smile widens as you get a slightly devious gleam in your eyes. “Well…. I might have stopped shaking, but I’m still really cold. I seem to remember reading something about increasing the core temperature and blood flow to treat hypothermia. Do you think you could help me with that?”

Rick’s smile now rivaled your own. “Well, darlin’, it would be my pleasure.”

[skellebonez]

Tumblr Messed Up Fill #5

Alright, I believe this is the FINAL accidentally posted fill! @winterpower98​ has such a great dynamic between Jin and Yin and the rest of the cast in the Cursed AU that I just love writing these two in any situation. I hope you enjoy this despite the wait!

When MK has been dragged out on an "emergency supply trip" with Jin and Yin he had almost expected he would need to step in to prevent them from doing anything illegal. They may technically be on their side now, but much like Macaque they weren't entirely removed from their villainous past.

What he had not expected was for the two of them announce that they not only intended to pay in cash, something most people didn't do not a days in favor of a single card or paying through their phone, but for them to attempt to give him a crash course in electronics every time he looked at a computer part with vague confusion.

On the bright side, he at least had didn't have to worry about them getting him banned from any of the local stores.

On the down side...

He looked at the massive pile of electronic bits the poor cashier was attempting to scan and bag for them in a timely manner. They had to, somehow, get all this stuff back to wherever they stored all of their equipment. MK was strong but the sheer amount of stuff would prove a problem simply by how much he would have to help carry. No wonder he'd been invited.

"Yin, toss me the wallet will ya?" Jin yelled once the cashier finally announced their total with a relieved sigh. A excessive amount that MK doubted could ever be paid for in cash alone.

Until Yin launched the wallet at Jin's head and it bounced off him and set a few bills flying in the process.

"OUCH, watch it! That's our profits you're throwing around!" Jin complained, grabbing a few bills that were still airborne with a sigh. "Just. I'll ask ya to hand it to me next time."

"Sorry..." Yin said, not really sounding all that sorry. The smirk and the fact he stuck out his tongue did not help.

Granted, Jin didn’t exactly seem genuinely upset at what happened either, judging by the smile on his face.

He probably wasn’t supposed to see it. That was probably why MK didn’t even know they had a wallet, they didn’t want anyone to see what they had in it.

But he was MK. The Monkie Kid. And his first instinct was to kneel down and pick up the wallet to give it back to Jin. The wallet that was sitting open with the inside facing up and bulging with bills and...

One of those folding picture things you would only see parents have of all their kids in comedy movies. It was folded up backwards, tucked into the wallet itself to keep it from unfolding and falling down, and only one picture was visible at the moment. One with a face he recognized very quickly. How could he not?

It was his face after all.

He recognized when it was taken too, pretty soon after the two had joined up with the group as Macaque’s... whatever they were to the reformed monkey demon. They’d been teasing him about if he had anyone he liked and Jin had just managed to make him laugh with some kind of joke.

He didn’t remember a picture being taken but one of them just have had a phone or camera to do so. He remembered their little conspiracy board from the first time they met, they were good at sneaking pictures of people... which, considering what he was holding in his hand right now, was kind of creepy when he thought about it for long enough.

He didn’t have the time to think about it for much longer though, as the wallet was yoinked out of his hand by an excited Jin, shouting a “thanks MK!” back at him when he pulled out the large bills to hand to the cashier.

He didn’t seem embarrassed or upset, in fact the only one who seemed to be out of the four of them was the cashier who had to check that they had enough chance before realizing they would only be getting a handful yuan back.

And then they were outside and making their way back to their workshop, presumably, MK with the bulk of the items but Jin and Yin taking their fair share of the electronic bits.

“Well that evened out nicer than expected,” Jin laughed, tucking their change into the wallet before snapping it closed with a victorious look on his face. “Just enough to grab us all one cheese tea each, if we all want some.”

“Could, uh... I ask you something first?” MK interrupted as they walked, the prospect of being treated to a drink for his work sounding pretty good actually.

“Yeah, go for it.”

“... why do you have a picture of me?” He asked wearily, just…still trying to take in the fact that apparently Jin and Yin shared a single wallet and they apparently just had pictures of everyone he knew in it.

Jin paused for a moment, looking at the wallet and then back to MK a few times before shrugging and shoving it back into his shirt, presumably the same kind of hidden pocket Yin had when he pulled it out. “I dunno? Guess I thought it was important or something, like if we needed to find you. Easy picture to show off if you go missing."

“Right…”

The trio didn’t even get to lapse into silence as they walked, the twins quickly finding some topic of conversation that completely flew over MK’s head regarding computing power and ram drives.

The cheese tea was good though.

~

Jin looked between his younger twin and the wallet. Though he hadn’t really thought about it all that much when MK had asked, something about his question was starting to bother the elder Gold Demon.

It was a simple thing. Small. Kinda bulky despite the size due to the sheer amount of unnecessary things inside it. Receipts for the tech they had actually bothered to pay for, they felt bad stealing from that store in the past when they learned that it was in danger of being shut down due to lost profits, coupons that would eventually be used at the last second… pictures.

So many pictures.

And yet none of them were of either twin. At least none of them alone. There's was a single picture of the two of them together, just one, after building their first successful Calabash prototype. They thought that would be picture enough whenever the off chance they were separated for a... while...

“Oh…”

"What, Jin?" Yin asked, looking up from his soldering work at the loud exclamation.

"I'm starting to think we might be a little dense," Jin replied, opening up the wallet and letting the folded pictures fall out in a line. “Remember how MK asked why we had a picture of him?”

One picture was of MK, the one the young man had seen since it was the one sitting in the only visible stop of the holder when it was folded at the moment. One of Mei working on her bike. One of Macaque they had snuck while he slept. A slightly blurry one of Sun Wukong alone they barely managed to snatch in secret.

Mei and Yin playing some sort of game together, Jin leaning on Red Son and teasing him while MK watched, a proper one of Macaque and MK and Mei together. MK and Wukong, Mei and Wukong, Mei and Macaque, a trio of training pictures. Red Son flaming up at the camera in anger.

A lone one of Tang and Pigsy in the noodle shop that Jin could not explain the reason for taking, as well as one of Sandy on his boat with his cat.

And a few more of Mei and MK and Red and Macaque with either if them in particular for good measure.

Yin looked up and down at the line of photos and then to his brother, brow raised in confusion before his eyes widened in shock and dismay as he came to the same conclusion.

“Oh bloody hell... we’ve started to CARE.”

The twins looked at each other in resignation.

Nothing they could do about it now.

[lolita-lollipop]

Omg wait! I love the part 2, but can I ask for another alternate!! Like what if they’re just stuck, but they still need to feed, so when someone moves into the apartment, they lock her up in a room temporarily so they can get the new kid. Maybe Izuku, but then they meet, when Izuku finds their room or they try to escape or something? Would they escape? Would the family catch them? How would they react? Please!!

PART 3- YANEERE ERASERMIC FAMILY CORALINE AU X READER

- I guess this is a continuation (?) kinda.

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You’ve been dancing with midoria in the kitchen, just a slow stepping g dance, one you might see at a school dance when a slow song comes on. It was pure euphoria, peaceful, and calm, you just loved him so much, and now you finally have the chance to be with him forever. You let a smile break ok your face as he spun you around in the air, giggling like a schoolgirl, this was perfect. Perfection falls way to quickly.

“You know, I wish we could stay like this forever, I love yo-“ he started, holding you close, not before a loud crashing noise could be heard across the house, the sound of a shattering glass, and both of you turned. You were warned of the wildlife in the area, bears, elk, maybe even deer, you sighed, letting go of his hands, making your way towards the house. Your been here for what? 3 hours? And there’s already an occurrence, just your luck too, it ruined the moment.

“Gimme a sec babe, I’ll be back, just gonna go shoo it out of the house.” You warned, you’d seen horrors great and small, a little deer couldn’t scare you, could startle you heavily, sure, but not strike real fear in your bones. He muttered an”okay” before goin back to stirring the skillet of food, also annoyed by the sudden disturbance. You turned the doorknob, displaying a nursery, preparation for the future. The window right above the creme colored crib was shattered completely, spread around the floor. Yet no animal, just a broken window, you raised a brow, bending down to touch it, then, yeh door behind you slammed shut, and you gave a laugh.

“IZUKU! Quit playing around!” You yelled, and went to turn the doorknob so you could go hug you husband again. But it wouldn’t budge, and that smile was wiped straight off your face, you couldn’t hear him laughing, nor could you hear his footdeps, what’s going on?

“What are you talking abou-“ he started up, yelling back at you from the kitchen, but he was cut off before he could continue, a loud clanging sound could be heard, then nothing more. You panicked looking around, someone was in your house, right? There’s no other explanation, you tugged at the doorknob, pulling it as hard as you could, before it just came off, now you’re really locked in here.

“You know, we’ve been waiting for you” a voice echoed behind you, it made your spine crawl with a familiar sensation, you know who taht is, you’re just hoping you’re wrong. You paused for a moment, not moving a muscle, then turned around, meeting buttons to eyes. And so, you screamed. The man who claimed his title of “father” had been standing in front of you, reaching his hand out touch you. You made a dash towards the shattered window, of yoj could hop through it then you could go around and get out. Failing though, as he had his hand wrapped around your shirt, his fist bale led up in the fabric, he yanked you back, pulling you into his chest.

“GET OFF OF ME, DONT TOU H ME YOU MONSTER.” You screamed at him, clawing at his hands, a scream resonated form outside the door, Clearly belonging to your husband, which jsut amde your movements more panicked, you kicked at his legs, bit his shoulder as hard as you could, scratched him, rammed your head into his chest, everything. You were NOT going to do this again. How did they even get here? Where did he come from?

“You Need to calm down honey, you will hurt yourself” he spoke, completely unaffected by your attacks, he pulled your head into his chest to shush you, this time around, they had been prepared, it was a mere coincidence that you had been in this house, but to then it seemed like fate, earlier in the day someone had knocked over the shelf standing in front of the door, so it was fairly easy for them to get out, just to see you, little you, dancing with a nasty man.

His blood boiled, you left them just to do exactly what they forbade you form doing? You’re married? No, no way. That boy is as good as dead, at least he’ll have a meal.

“Cmon, you didn’t really think we’d let you leave us, you’re just too little to understand, oh I know, we’re protecting you. So please don’t cry baby, don’t be sad, we have a suprise for you when we get home” he spoke, dragging you flailing figure closer to the wall, bending down to open up the door again, you continued screaming, grasping at anything to fight back with, anything. You ended up grabbing the closest thing to you, a plushie.

you grabbed a fucking plushie to fight off a man twice your size

He shoved you into the interlocking hallway, shutting the door right behind him and l I king it, licking you in there. The only other way out would be through the other door, leading to the other side, to the “other home”. You sobbed, letting the panic fully overtake you, crawling fowrard and sitting in the middle, curling up in a ball, you cried, the door was locked, and you’re on the wrong side of it, with a stupid plushie as self defense. There isn’t any way out, how did you not notice the small door and get the hell out! Why hadn’t you noticed it? You could’ve avoided this! All of it!

All you could manage to hear through the thick wooden door on the other side were one sided screams, each made you curl up further, in pure agony, each and every last one made more tears aris eto the brink of your eyes, you knew, oh you knew so well that he wasn’t okay, yet you could do nothing about it, you hate this, you hate this helplessness, you hate them.

Then, the screams silenced, and the door Clicked open again, you made yet another attempt at dashing through the opening, and failed again , when your other father grasped your shoudler, pulling you right back. Hizashi hushed you, the hallway had heightened quite the bit, enough so that they could fit comfortably, he swung you off your feet, pulling you close.

“Oh don’t be like that, I know you’re upset, but there isn’t a reason to pout, let’s get you back home, this time, you aren’t leaving. Oh god you’ve grown too much, your still my little baby girl forever, don’t worry.” He cooed, walking with your squirming figure to the opposite side of the hallway, his husband was holding a bag of… um, remains, from that scum from earlier, eri was gonna have to eat. He almost cried at how cute you looked, even with the tarts, you’re just holding. A cute little stuffed animal, all sweet, his little baby.

“You’re insane, I don’t belong here- not with you” you hissed, trying to bite his hand off when he caressed your face, then bent down to open that door, that dreaded little door. Just to reveal the same thing that haunted your nightmares , the same rooms you spent being forced to cuddle and color, the place that you’ve been avoiding the past three years, your “other” home.

“Don’t say that, oh- KIDS! Your little sister did back!” Aizawa yelled, you could once again, hear the puttering of footsteps upstaira, as you did your first day here. You looked back at your “fathers” giving them one last tearful glance, silently begging them to let you go. It was so perfect just moment ago, why does this always happen to you? It was so, so perfect.

You should’ve known by now to realize that perfection, gets shattered with just a touch of a button

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to do!

I got my inbox to work again! So I can see new asks, it started acting weird this morning, but I fixed it, so we’re all good!

Have a wonderful day today! Goodbye!

[olivetreehugger]

Okay so I’m in a brainrot mood too rn but Reiner gives me big service Dom energy. Cause like I feel like if you were to ask him to fuck u till u can’t think straight he’ll do it no problem he just won’t do anything unless u ask of him. Also feel like he’s a praise whore which ties into what I said previously. Aftercare is good too cause he’s such a sweetheart and he would 100% fold if you were to continue to praise him afterwards with kisses.

oh YES

picture this

note: this one’s long, sorry about the crappy grammar it is LATE, also the first time I’ve ever written smut so be gentle lol…also afab reader (honestly written from my perspective let’s be real), MINORS DNI/NSFW

-you come home from work absolutely exhausted, but really all you’re thinking about is how warm and achey it is between your legs

-you’ve been thinking about your husband all day and since he left for work early this morning, he wasn’t able to take care of his baby’s needs

-so you shower, running your hands over your breasts, gently tugging at your nipples as the hot water washes over them. You imagine Reiner’s tongue on them, sucking and tugging with just a tiny bit of teeth, eliciting the softest moans from you

-it grows warmer and wetter down there, the ache becoming almost painful as you think about your husband’s body hovering above you, holding you tight as he ruts his hips into yours, cock buried deep inside you

-you get out of the shower and dry yourself off hurriedly. You need release and you need it NOW

-just as you're about to lay on the bed and start touching yourself, you hear the front door open. a set of keys jingle and you hear, “I’m home, dove!”

-a sigh of relief escapes your lips. you look down at the towel encircling your torso and decide to greet him naked, the idea so tantalizing you can’t resist it.

-“dove? I said I’m home!” He calls, voice laced with concern. You hear his heavy footsteps come closer.

-you confidently you strut into the hallway, naked as the day you were born. you catch him halfway, and he just STARES.

-“hey, baby,” you greet him with a coy smile. you cross your arms behind your back and tilt forward ever so slightly so your breasts take center stage

-hazel eyes slide down your body hungrily just as you’d hoped.

-“are you gonna give me a kiss or are you just gonna stand there?”

-Reiner immediately closes the gap between you both, his lips crashing into yours with such hunger that you think he might just swallow you whole.

- you kiss him desperately, tongue sliding into his mouth, eager to taste him, to swallow his worries and stress and just take him into you

-without releasing your mouth, Reiner scoops you up and carries you to the bedroom

-he gently lays you down, only breaking the kiss to look into your eyes and tell you how beautiful you look

- “all for you, my love” you breathe, running one of your hands over his clothed dick.

-a soft grunt leaves his lips; he’s rock hard.

-“tell me what you want” he says, tearing his clothes away, revealing bit by bit his stunning figure. Finally he pulls off his pants, his cock springing free and into your awaiting hands.

-as you wrap your fingers around his thick member, he groans, and you smile because you know he is just as desperate for this, if not more.

-your eyes are on his face, his chest, his dick. God he’s so fucking hot, you think to yourself. how'd I get this lucky?

- “fuck me silly,” you say, one hand snaking down to touch yourself. “fuck me until I cant think straight.”

- Reiner‘s eyes are focused exactly where you want them to be—on your pussy. You jerk his cock up and down with one hand and touch your wet folds with the other.

-his mouth waters as he watches you caress his cock, tugging the silky skin on the head just the way he liked, while you pump your fingers in and out of yourself.

-you look like a goddess

-“on your back” he growls

-you don’t need to be told twice

-you spread your legs for him and give him the most innocent look with your doe-like eyes, batting your lashes at him with a look that says “come hither”

-it gets him every time

-Reiner gets to work right away, tongue finding your sensitive clit immediately and swirling his tongue around it, sending shockwaves down your spine. you moan shamelessly as he alternates between sucking your clit and lapping up the wetness between your folds, while occasionally dipping his tongue inside you

- “oh, Reiner…” you breathe, the pleasure so intense you can barely speak. “You’re so amazing at this, your mouth feels so good!”

-you know he loves to be praised because he buries his head deeper between your thighs, his pace more fervent

- “I-ah-missed you s-so much today, ah, I m-missed my husband,” you moan, losing your ability to form a coherent sentence

-reiner only stops to say, “I missed you too, sweetheart, now let me hear those gorgeous moans”

-he loves seeing you like this, so desperate for him, unraveling you to your core as he works you towards oblivion -you feel yourself getting closer and closer as he continues his worship of your pussy, and it just hurts so good you don’t want it to end-

- “don’t wanna cum yet,” you squeak, voice hardly a whisper

-Reiner lifts his head, and you giggle because his nose, mouth and chin are coated in a thin sheen of your slick

-“are you sure, dove?” He asks, gently squeezing your thighs

-you nod. Yes, you’re sure. You know this orgasm is going to be a good one and you desperately want to cum with him. He’ll be thanking you later anyway

-Reiner stands up quickly, leaning against the bed to position himself.

-you love how big he his. He could manhandle you, toss you around, whatever. but he doesn’t. he is so gentle that even when you‘re making love, he thrusts ever so slowly and gently, watching your face for any twist of discomfort or pain

-he presses his cock against your hole, and you tilt your hips upwards frantically

-you need him so bad you think youre going to explode

-“just fuck me baby…please!” You beg, squirming with anticipation.

-a light chuckle ripples from his chest as he pushes your hips back down.

-“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let me work.”

-ever so carefully, reiner lines himself up to you and pushes his hips forward. your pussy stretches so deliciously as he slides into you. A gasp of pure ecstasy falls from your lips.

-reiner throws his head back and lets out the most gutteral moan as he bottoms out inside you. Your pussy is the most intoxicating thing in the world to him.

-“you’re so wet for me, dove…” he grunts, his hips pulling back, only to ram them forward again

-you cry out in pleasure as his cock fills you to the brim, the suction of your pussy creating a delicious dragging sensation as he fucked you. It was electrifying

-“look how good you are, baby,” reiner rambles, his voice husky and needy. “my sweet girl, taking me so easily, fuck you’re so tight”

-as he slams into you, the ache in your pussy turns into absolute ecstasy, it twists into a knot inside your lower abdomen and coils tighter and tighter with every thrust.

- “I love you”, you cry out, over and over. “nnh, oh my god, you feel so good love…”

-you can tell he’s starting to unravel because his breathy moans are getting louder and his thrusts are more erratic.

-the knot in your abdomen is getting tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. reiner’s tip is kissing that sweet spot inside you so perfectly, you can feel yourself nearing the edge

-“I’m about to cum!” you squeal, drunk on the feeling of his dick in you. the knot inside you snaps and you tumble into bliss, your walls pulsing around him, drowning his cock in velvety, tight, soaking wet paradise.

-reiner comes undone, spilling himself into you as he gives in to euphoria. he moans sweet nothings into your ear as his hot, white cum coats your walls.

-“fuck I love you”

-“you feel so amazing”

- “you’re so damn perfect”

-The two of you lay like this for a while, him laying on top of you, still inside your warm inner pocket. He gently presses kisses to your shoulder and neck.

-as he continues to pepper you with kisses and praise, you recognize that it was a good idea that you didn’t touch yourself in the shower.

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[hangovercurse]

Crash Into Me

You’d been MGK’s assistant for years, but you never thought you had a chance at anything more with him until one stoplight changes everything.

Request: “ok im so sorry if this is 2 specific but ive had this idea for ages abt pining!colson x an insecure/clueless!reader who has been his assistant forever. she gets into a car accident and calls him hours later to tell him that a temp will be taking her place for a few weeks (bc of injuries) and he's like ?? why?? she explains nonchalantly, then kells kinda freaks out and shows up at the hospital all worried”

Colson Baker X Reader

Warnings: Cursing, car accident (descriptive)

A/N: This was cute 😊

Word Count: 3185

“Alright Kells, I’m out for the night. I’ll email those tracks to the board when I get home and I’ll let you know if I get any updates for tomorrow’s press.” You told the blond man who was sitting on the couch as you put your laptop into your bag. You tried not to yawn as you heaved it over your shoulder, “anything else?”

You glanced at the kitchen clock that read 2 am and let out a small sigh. You were used to late nights given your job as assistant to a rockstar, but most nights you were able to leave before 8 pm. Tonight you and Colson had gotten really invested in the tracks you were editing and lost track of time.

“Y/N,” he turned to look at you with puppy dog eyes. He wanted something that you really weren’t gonna want to give him. “Could you come over early tomorrow to help me pick out what to wear for the Vanity Fair interview?”

You chuckled, “you know they have their own wardrobe department?”

He sighed, “yeah but you know me so much better than all those stylists. I trust your opinion more.”

You rolled your eyes as he tilted his head, begging you. “Fine, but I’m buying us coffee with your credit card.”

He broke out into a smile, “thank you, love you!” He called as you walked towards his front door.

“Whatever, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You told him, taking your car keys into your hands, and stepping out into the LA night. There was a soft breeze that shook the trees slightly, making you smile. It felt nice outside for the first time in a while.

Because of this, you decided to drive home with your windows rolled down, letting the wind flow through your hair. The roads were pretty barren by LA standards, so traffic was pretty much non-existent. You were sitting at a red light, your fingers tapping against your steering wheel as one of Colson’s songs played through your speakers softly.

You reached to turn up the volume as the light turned green. You pressed the gas, your car moving forward into the intersection. Suddenly you heard a loud squeal of brakes, looking over to your passenger window to the sight of two headlights barreling towards you. You tried to speed up to get out of the way, but it was too late.

The truck rammed straight into the side of your small car, pushing your vehicle over into the car next to you. You put your left arm up to shield you from any flying debris, but it was futile. The infrastructure of your car fell apart at the force, the dashboard collapsing onto your right leg. Luckily, your left leg managed to avoid the destruction.

You could barely feel the force of the whiplash due to the pain in your abdomen at the deployment of the airbag. Glass from the car next to you fell into your car through your open window, cutting into your skin.

And then all of a sudden, everything stopped. The truck that had hit you had stopped moving, allowing you to fully assess the damage. Your car was totaled for sure, and your leg was definitely crushed. You cried out in pain, breathing heavy and trying to see straight. You could hear the sound of sirens in the distance, giving you some sense of relief.

When the paramedics got to the scene, you were the last passenger to be taken out of the crash due to your car being in the center. A firefighter had to break the glass of your windshield, which was already cracked, in order to pull you out. When you told him your leg was stuck under the dashboard, he sent a team of men to lift it from your foot and another to pull you out of the wreckage.

They were all amazed you were still conscious but got very worried when you told them you couldn’t feel the pain in your leg. You rode in an ambulance to the hospital, the EMTs helping pick the glass from your skin and assessing your injuries. You made jokes with them to calm yourself down, something that you did with Colson and Rook whenever they got into accidents while you were out with them.

You thought about giving them Colson’s name when they asked about your emergency contact but decided against it. You didn’t want to worry him until absolutely necessary. You figured you’d see what the doctor had to say and if you wouldn’t be able to come back to work, then you would tell him.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what the doctor said. In fact, you wouldn’t be able to leave the hospital for at least a week due to your shattered leg, bruised abdomen, and concussion.

The leg would require at least 2 if not more surgeries to repair and you would be on close watch for development of a more serious brain injury. After that you most likely wouldn’t be able to be back on your feet for another 8 to 12 weeks, which was kind of a requirement for your job.

It was almost 5am, so you weren’t necessarily thinking straight when you called Colson from your cracked phone. He answered, his voice conveying how tired he was. “Y/N? Everything okay?”

“Hey Kells, I’m not gonna be able to come in early tomorrow, or at all. I’m gonna start looking for a temporary replacement tomorrow if I’m feeling up to it. Oh! And I couldn’t send those tracks to the board, sorry.” You told him, only half registering the words you were saying.

The confusion was evident in his voice, “what? Why do you need to find a replacement?”

You realized you had forgotten to tell him what happened. “Oh, yeah! It’s kind of funny.” You started, chuckling but then realizing that laughing made your stomach hurt even more. “And by funny, I mean not funny at all. I got into a car accident. Some dude ran into my car in an intersection and now I’m in the hospital.”  

“Which hospital?” Colson asked, suddenly much more awake.

“Hollywood Presbyterian.” You told him, “why?”

He sounded like he was rushing around, which he was. “I’m coming to see you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “why? I’m fine, you don’t need to do that. You have a big interview tomorrow, you should sleep.”

Colson sighed, “fuck the interview, I’ll be there in a few.”

“Colson you don’t-“ You started, but he hung up before you could tell him not to come.

Why was he rushing to see you in the hospital? Sure, you were friends, but he had much more important things to worry about right now. And besides, you were more casual work friends. He wouldn’t even know you existed if you didn’t work for him. Sure, you had a huge crush on him, but he was your boss, you were just someone he asked to do things he didn’t want to do.

 20 minutes later Colson ran into the hospital room, stopping when he saw you in the bed. Your face was red from chemical burn and a few cuts of glass. Your right leg was propped up with basic bandaging around it. His heart broke at the thought of how much pain you had probably been in.

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly, moving to sit in the chair on your left side.

You shrugged, “I’ve been better.”

“Why didn’t you call me sooner?” He asked, eyes full of pity.

“I didn’t want to bother you unless it was serious. Figured I’d find out if I would have to miss work before telling you.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut as a headache washed over you.

Colson’s mouth gaped open, “you didn’t want to bother me? You got in a car crash and you weren’t gonna call me unless you would have to miss work?”

You shrugged again, “yeah. If my laptop wasn’t completely crushed in the accident I would’ve just found and sent a temp in tomorrow, but obviously that’s impossible.”

“Y/N you’re kidding me, right?” He asked, exasperated. You furrowed your eyebrows in response, causing a sigh to fall from his lips. “Y/N I don’t give a shit about a temp; I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh, I’m fine. A little shaken and these headaches are killer, but they gave me a lot of pain medication so, I’m fine.” You smiled at him, your thoughts racing as you tried to figure out why he cared so much about how you were feeling.

He nodded, hand reaching out and landing on top of yours gently. “So, do they have to do surgery? What all did the doctors say?” He asked, worry in his eyes.

You nodded, “yeah, at least 2 surgeries. One around 11 am and then depending on how that one goes they’ll schedule the next. And they have to watch me to make sure my concussion doesn’t get worse.”

He pulled out his phone, typing away. “What are you doing?” You asked, suddenly feeling very tired.

“I just emailed the PR liaison for Vanity Fair and told them I wouldn’t be able to make it to the interview.” He responded.

“Why did you do that?” You asked through a yawn.

He looked at you like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, “because I have to be with you right now.”

You were very confused as to why he thought he had to be here. “Colson, I’ll be fine. You should go to the interview. You don’t have to stay here.”

“I do have to be here. I want to be here.” He said, sternly.

“Why?” You asked, trying to keep your eyes open.

“Because I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“I’ll just call you after the surgery, it’s no big deal.” You responded lazily.

He shook his head, “I want to stay here with you, Y/N. Okay? I care about you.”

You were too tired to process what he was saying at this point, so you just let out a hum. “I need to make sure you’re okay. I need to see you being okay. When you called me, I swear I was gonna have a heart attack if I didn’t see you.” He continued.

You were barely awake at this point, letting out a simple, “I’m okay” before slipping into unconsciousness.

 Suddenly you were back in your car, “Bloody Valentine” playing from your speakers. The sky was dark green, almost like a painting. In front of you, the red light turned green. Like clockwork, you pressed the gas, moving into the intersection. Suddenly, the lights disappeared, and you heard the familiar chilling sound of breaks squealing. You looked over and saw those headlights coming towards you, getting closer and closer, brighter, and brighter.

You screamed at the sight, the familiar paralyzing fear coursing through your body again. “Y/N!” Your name played through the radio. That’s not in the song, you thought. “Y/N!” Colson’s voice rang out again before the truck made contact with your car.

You woke up in a cold sweat to Colson standing over you, hands shaking your shoulders lightly. “Y/N.” He said, relieved when your eyes began to open.

Your entire body was shaking like a poodle and your arms subconsciously reached for Colson, hanging onto his shirt for dear life. “It was just a dream.” He whispered as your eyes darted around the room. “You’re okay.” He reassured you.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, hands leaving the fabric and moving to cover up your face. “I’m sorry.”

Colson sat on the bed next to you, legs hanging off the side as he stroked your face gently. “It’s okay, baby.” He turned to the nurse who opened the door, a worried expression on her face. He shook his head at her, “sorry, she just had a nightmare. She’s okay.” The nurse nodded but stayed in the room anyways, checking your vitals.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled again, the words seeming to be the only thing you could say.

Colson shook his head, “stop saying that, it’s okay.” You pouted at him, trying to scoot over so he would lay down next to you, but it was way too painful. “What are you doin?” He asked, a smile on his face.

You sighed, “wanted you to sit next to me but I can’t move because of this stupid leg.” You motioned to the leg in question.

Colson chuckled, “I can sit next to you in the chair.”

“That didn’t work last time.” You whined.

He looked at you with an expression that was both amused and confused. You were definitely still high on pain medication. “What didn’t work.”

“It didn’t stop the nightmare.” You frowned, hand reaching for his. He chuckled, standing up fully and looking at the nurse.

She flashed him an amused smile, “If you want, we can try to move her. I don’t know how much we can do without hurting her ribs, though.”

Colson nodded with a gracious smile, “hear that? We can’t move you because of your ribs.”

You glared at him, “I may be very high right now, but I’m not that high.” You said, making him giggle. “She said you could try.”

Colson let out an exasperated sigh, one arm going under your back and the other under your left leg. “Is this what it’s like taking care of me all the time?” He asked and you nodded your head firmly.

“Yep. Except I am much smaller than you, so you have less work to do with me.” You smiled as he lifted you off the bed, which quickly turned into a grimace. “Ow!” You yelped and Colson quickly set you down, slightly closer to the right side of the bed.

“Fuck, sorry princess. Are you okay?” He asked, voice soft.

You nodded, sucking in your bottom lip to block the whimpers of pain that threatened to escape your mouth. “You probably don’t remember, but one time you were so crossed that you called me to pick you up from a party. But you couldn’t make it out of the car, so I had to carry you into your house. And then you demanded to sleep in your own room, so you made me drag you up the stairs instead of passing out on the couch like normal.”

Colson let out a breathy chuckle, glad you weren’t hurt too much. He carefully sat onto the cot next to you, pulling up his right leg to sit on the bed. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you into him slightly. You shifted so that you were comfortable, left hand finding his own left hand and holding it. He brought his left leg up onto the bed so he was fully laying with you.

Your head rest on his chest, a soft smile on your face as his thumb rubbed circles on your hand. The nurse left, satisfied that you wouldn’t hurt yourself further. Colson pressed a small kiss to the top of your head, causing your eyebrows to furrow.

“What time is it?” You asked him, to which he responded by pulling out his phone and showing you the lock screen. 8:47am. You nodded, a frown on your face, “did you get any sleep?” You asked him softly.

“I’m fine, I was asleep for a few hours before you called me.”

You sighed, feeling guilty. “You should go home and get some sleep.”

You felt him shake his head from behind you, “I’m staying right here.”

Despite wanting to force him to go home, you couldn’t help the happiness you felt at his stubbornness to stay with you. “You know you don’t need to be here. I won’t be offended if you leave.”

He chuckled, “stop trying to get me to leave. I’m here. On my own accord, okay? I’m gonna take care of you.”

You paused, thinking about the word floating around your head. “Why?” you whispered.

Colson’s face scrunched in confusion, “what do you mean “why”? Because you’re my friend and I care about you.”

“I mean, yeah. But I’m not like a “drop everything” kind of friend, I’m just your assistant.” You muttered.

Colson made an “are-you-serious?” face and let out a snort. “Seriously? You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You mean the world to me, of course I’d drop everything for you.”

You couldn’t think of a response, his words making your heart race. “oh.” Was the best you could come up with.

“Y/N, seriously, you think way too low of yourself. You’re amazing.” He said, nose burying into your hair.

You shrugged, “you only say that because I take care of you when you’re drunk and help you do all the things you don’t want to do.”

Colson’s expression softened, a frown forming on his face. “I’m saying that because I think the world of you. You’re the kindest, funniest, coolest person I know. I meant it, when you told me you were in the hospital, my heart almost stopped. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about you being hurt.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I wish you could see how much you mean to me.” He mumbled.

You were quiet for a little while, processing what he had said. “You’re only saying that because I’m in the hospital.” You muttered, a frown on your face. You were trying to keep your hopes low, knowing once you were out of here, he would regret saying any of this.

“Y/N, are you being serious right now? I’m saying this because I’ve been fucking in love with you for the past year and a half.” He said and you could feel your breath catch in your throat. “I can’t believe you don’t see it.”

You bit your lip, turning to look up to him. “I just- I didn’t want- you wouldn’t.” You stumbled over your words, taking a deep breath, and starting again. “I didn’t want to read too much into it or get my hopes up. I figured you’d never be into someone like me so I just told myself you were being nice. I thought you only treated me well because I worked for you.” You mumbled.

He frowned, holding you tighter to him, “I am so, so into you. You are the only woman in my life who has ever stuck by me through my worst shit. Like even when I was a total jackass you stayed with me. How could I not fall in love with you?”

You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill at his sweet sentiment. You’d never had anyone say something that kind about you. You’d always assumed people only kept you around because you did stuff for them, but here was the man you were in love with telling you that he cared about you for you.

“I love you too.” You whispered, leaning your head further into his chest.

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please bat i just want different soft schlatt ideas bro- i read the difficulty sleeping one and just hhhh-

the reader being super restless in the night and constantly walking around and pretty much refusing to sleep and schlatt comes in and helps them get all their energy out and the reader crashes and schlatt carries them to bed :3 with my adhd being restless in the night is very common and it would be nice to read something about it to make me feel better

please give me something please <3

Okay but this is literally me today? I got three hours of sleep and instead of laying in bed I'm sitting waiting to get my hair cut before I go get meds and hair dye. 😂 Enjoy!~

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"And this one goes here," you mumbled to yourself, putting files and folders in their respective spots. While Schlatt said you wouldn't have to do anything as his partner to help him during his presidency, (that's what Quackity was for he told you) being so restless at night was really getting to you. Slowly but surely you found yourself preparing things for the ram hybrid for the next day.

The light flicked on, blinding you momentarily. "Princess?" you heard from a very groggy man. Schlatt stood in the doorway to his office, hair dishelved and clad in nothing but his boxers. "The hell you doin' up?"

"Sorry baby," you offered, pecking his cheek. "I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to lay there or wake you." You turned your back to him to continue your fixing but he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you flush against him.

"C'mon, we're gonna fix that energy you got," he said bluntly. Schlatt had to all but drag you out to the living room, nudging you onto the couch. You watched with curious eyes as he started turning on electronics. Next thing you know you're being handed a Wiimote.

"Schlatt?" you asked incredulously, standing up. "Are we really playing Wii Sports at 3:00 am?"

"Considerin' I'm not having you do the work that I have Alexis for?" he said with a tired smile. He picks a game and turns to you. "Yes."

You're not sure how long you stay up playing games with Schlatt. He watches you patiently, letting you hop around and beat his tired self at every turn. The moment you rub your eyes and stretch after a rather one-sided boxing match does he turn off the system.

"Oh c'mon," you whine softly, trying your best to hide a yawn. "I was totally beating you."

Schlatt only hums as he kisses your head and starts leading you back to bed. "You can beat me another time," he tells you softly as you tuck yourself into bed.

You mumble something in response, not sure what exactly you even said before your consciousness fades. Schlatt chuckles, sliding into bed beside you and letting you latch onto him for warmth. It doesn't take long for him to join you in dreamland.

Neither of you hear the door to Schlatt's suite opening and the frantic noises of Quackity opening the bedroom door. He stops stock still when he sees the two of you curled up together, the president's snores echoing off the walls. With a heavy sigh, the bedroom door gets closes.

Seems like Big Q had a long day ahead of him.