#feel free to slide them bc my head is empty

[dandyleyen]

Hyrule Twitter Shenanigans pt3

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Hyrule Twitter Shenanigans pt1

Hyrule Twitter Shenanigans pt2

<3 Art semi-inspired by tweet #5

[thisfanisgonesorry]

groupie love — hobie brown

guitarists dont get as many groupies as you’d think they do. 😮 

tags: smut, vaginal sex, mirror sex, hairpulling, hookups go crazy, dom/sub, teasing/praise kink obv, creampie bc i forgot the condom at home, brief cockwarming. bro is a lovesick idiot fr. possessive as HELL. porn w feelings kinda? infatuation? idk theres feelings! im mentally ill! pussy so good that hes down bad! consent is sexy tho.. parasocial relationships arent

(but it’s so hard sometimes with the star when you have to share him with everybody; and i know what you’re thinking of, you want my groupie love)

🕸️

One thing led to another and he was leading me through the backstage entryway, his arm draped over my shoulder as he walked with a pep in his step, filled with adrenaline and trying to get it out of his system in ways that didn’t end in him pouncing on me. (Though admittedly, that’d be short lived.)

Backstage was mostly empty besides a few select crewmates who overall didn’t seem too phased by my presence. Hobie greeted them as he walked past, as if he knew each one personally. The rest of the band had seemingly dipped, and weren’t too worried about Hobie being missing from wherever they’d gone to hang out.

“Li’l lady wants to check out the green room.” He winked at one of the crew as he continued, dismissing them to give us space. The green room was nice but it wasn’t his destination in mind. He stood there for a minute, looking down at me briefly, before spinning dramatically and pushing his back against the dressing room door, sliding in and pressing me against the wall in a fairly smooth action.

“Don’t think anyone saw that?” I muttered out quickly, it was more of a question as I really didn’t see much from the spin itself, caught a little off guard by the sudden movement and unable to process much until I was pinned firmly against the wall. The dressing room was small, and he took advantage of the fact.

“M’hm, no.” He shook his head, leaning in slightly. “Nah, y’re all mine.” He continued.

His hands lingered on my waist, his fingertips reaching under the fabric and restraining himself as much as he could as he felt the soft skin underneath.

“You seem energised.” I laughed softly.

“I’m fine, jus’ got my blood pumping. Was a good show. Can I kiss you?” He spoke quickly to the point where if you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve missed it. There was a short moment of silence where the air hung heavy as he waited, oh, how he waited so very patiently.

“... Yeah.” I nodded.

His patience ran thin, and his lips harshly made contact with mine, almost pushing my head into the wall. What a way to get a concussion. He groaned into it for a moment, enjoying the taste and licking my bottom lip slightly. My hands loosely hung around his neck, 

“Bloody ‘ell...” He muttered, pulling away and going down my neck. His free hand reached to the door, locking it before anyone could walk in. He was kissing and licking my neck, letting small bitemarks dance across the skin.

He began tugging at the hem of my shirt anxiously, wanting to just strip me bare, bend me over, fuck my brains out, but all in due time.

“Doors soundproof.” He commented. “Let me—”

One arm was wrapped around his shoulders, grabbing a fistful of the leather jacket and tugging on it to beckon him forward as the other grabbed his hand, pushing it closer. In hindsight, it was kind of sweet how certain he was letting things be.

He quickly removed my shirt that had his own band’s logo on it, throwing it to the floor and fumbling on the bra, running his large palms over the fabric. I leaned forward to kiss him again and his hands dropped to my hips, hastily (and harshly) dragging me to the dressing table, pushing me up against it. 

Our lips were reconnected once again, though the kisses were messy. My arm was still around his neck, my other on his chest. His hands began to slightly shimmy down my shorts and he moaned into the kiss. “S’pretty, darlin’, so..” He mumbled breathlessly, pulling away enough to let me kick off the shorts (albeit, struggling to because of my boots) and for him to shrug off his jacket. Both articles disappeared somewhere into the room to be determined later.

My hands lingered to his hips, reaching up and feeling his toned abs from under his shirt. “Y’so hot, Hobie.” I moaned back, feeling the way his stomach tensed under my fingertips.

“What? like ‘m not meant t’be fit?” He tried to joke as he palmed my tits again. 

“Didn’t mean it like that.”

He only responded with a laugh, kissing my neck and collarbone as he removed the bra, thrown to the side and his hands explored downwards in an attempt to remove the last of clothing.

“This aint fair.” I breathed, seeing him still fully dressed.

“Yeh, I know.” He responded, taking his shirt off, another piece lost to the room.

He ended up turning the light off, so the only light in the room was the one radiating from the mirror itself. He looked good like this but I guess that was the point. His face was flushed, it would be hard to tell otherwise if it wasn’t for the heat that it was giving off, you could literally feel it from across the room; his eyes were hyper focused and his lips were swollen slightly.

He leaned forward to kiss me again. “Y’re so beautiful.” He groaned.

“I was about to say the same thing.”

I reached down boldly, my fingers twitching to unbutton his jeans, to pull the zip down, to—

“Y’re gonna hurt y’self.” He joked, swatting my shaking hands away. “Touch yourself f’me.” He asked softly, trying to speak clearly despite his otherwise dishevelled behaviour.

I slid my fingers between my legs, toying with him as he watched between kisses. 

“C’mon, darl’.” He purred sweetly. “Work y’self open f’me, please?”

He swallows the moans that leave my mouth as I push my fingers inside, weakly thrusting as he continues to kiss me, hovering over me as he palms his hardness through his jeans.

“Hobie, c’mon.” I groaned, getting impatient with him. All he wanted to do was toy and tease me; holding me closely as his eyes scanned my naked body like a piece of meat, kissing as much of the flesh as he could, longing for the taste and feel under his lips.

“Alr’, alr’.” He drawled finally.

He pulled away enough to create distance between us, we both stood in anticipation, catching our breath slightly as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zip. The jeans themselves were grungy, and his dick freed itself from the tight confines as quickly as it could, shimmying the jeans down to his thighs.

“No underwear? Anarchist goes commando?” I asked breathlessly as I continued to work myself, yet finding humour in comparing him to a militia.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Y/n. Don’t.” He warned.

“You go pantless just in case some pretty girl would fuck you tonight?”

I poked my tongue out between my teeth, biting down on it slightly, wanting nothing more than to be testing my luck with him. He grabbed my wrists, removing my hand from my insides and holding the sticky, shiny fingers up. It looked filthy in the bright light, he tutted slightly before licking the fingers clean, grinding his hard cock against the slick folds.

He held both my wrists in place, making it impossible for me to fight him with the movement of his hips, he was careful that he wouldn’t accidentally push himself into me, whether or not that accident was with his own free will or not. He was enjoying this, the torturous nature of it all. Yeah, definitely don’t talk back to him.

“Feels s’good like this.” He tried to speak clearly; “Could jus’ fuck you like this, yeah? Cum all over y’r cunt, don’t even go in?”

“I’m sorry.” I quickly spoke when I realised he could just stay like this.

“You’re sorry?”

“Please, Hobie, fuck me real good. I’m sorry, didn’t mean it.” I pleaded, though he could tell the words were only half hearted.

He tried to laugh but it got swallowed into a groan. He threw his head back and released my wrists. “Yeah, yeah. C’mon.” He spoke, finding amusement in it. He hissed slightly at the loss of contact as he turned me around to look in the mirror, bending me over the dressing table.

His breathing quickened as he admired the view of me bent over the table, elbows supporting my weight and my pretty eyes looking up at him through the mirror. He swallowed thickly, still grinding lazily against the wetness as he tried to shimmy his pants down further, they got about a little past his knees before getting snagged on his boots and he realised that it wouldn’t go much further than that.

“Ngh.. Fuck, y’so good.” He struggled out, a low moan erupting from his throat. “Gettin’ m’cock all nice ‘n’wet.”

“Hobie, I’m sorry.” I threw my head forward, not wanting to look at our reflections. “Fuck me, please, want you.”

“I know.” He groaned as he aligned himself. He gave a harsh tug on my hair, forcibly making me look in the mirror. “Look. Watch.” He panted.

He slid his thickness deep inside in one slow, stuttery motion. I watched carefully, my mouth fell open and my eyes threatened to close. His eyebrows knitted together and his mouth mimicked mine, falling agape.

“Oh my fucking god.” I moaned out, unable to hold my head up but quickly felt the tug on my hair as he held my limp neck in position.

He buried himself completely, “Look at how I’m stretchin’ you out, y/n, my darlin’.” He grinned lopsidedly.

He began thrusting slowly, watching the faces that I made, his eyebrows stayed knitted like he was focused on my expressions and nothing else.

“So good, Hobie.” I muttered, my head threatening to dip forward if it wasn’t for his grip on my hair. I tried to squirm away from him and his grip on my hip got tighter. “So big.”

“Yeah?” He spoke condescendingly, relishing at the way I felt around him. “Y’ve been dreamin’ about this, haven’t ya’?”

“Mhm, all the time.” I moaned quietly. “Fantasise about y’so bad.” 

“I bet’cha always wondered how good I’d feel buried deep in y’cunt.” He commented, picking up his pace as he felt the warmth swallow him perfectly; it wasn’t necessarily rough or fast, but the size of his cock as it nestled all the way in was almost too much. Almost. “The real things s’much better, ain’t it?”

“Ah! Yes!” I cried, reaching back to push at his hips.

“Takin’ me s’well, darlin’.” He groaned, not letting up. He wasn’t being relentless but the position and the harsh pound of his cock was all too much at once, I closed my eyes tight and he fought the urge to give another harsh tug on my hair.

“S’deep, Hobes, baby—” I groaned, though it was immediately followed by pathetic whines which completely diminished the point I was trying to make.

“Why y’pushin’ at me, sweet thing? What’s wrong?” He teased, knowing damn well that there wasn’t the faintest of an issue.

“So deep.. So big. Slow down.”

“What? Y’don’t think y’can take it?” He joked through slurred speech, giving a particularly harsh thrust.

“Mhm!” I jerked forward with a whine, then feeling the harsh tug on my hair as my body pulled away from his tight grip.

“I think y’can take it jus’ fine.” He continued teasing, still desperately nudging my insides. “M’pricks too big f’you, ain’t it, darlin’?”

I shook my head weakly, keeping my eyes glued on his face as he fucked me from behind. “No, mhm— I can take it.” I struggled out.

“Y’doin’ s’good.” He slurred with a groan.

The audible wet sounds began to fill the dressing room and I could do nothing but let out a pathetic whine as I could feel the sticky liquid make a mess on both our thighs. The slickness was making it easier for him to slide in and out, using it to his advantage to fuck into me even harder. It did nothing to ease the slight slapping sound, and if that door wasn’t soundproof like Hobie claimed, we were probably being louder than the show itself was.

I shook my head weakly, jerking forward at his movements and taking whatever he would give me. “So good. So deep. So big.” I rambled, the only words that my brain could come up with at the given moment.

“I want y’to watch, darlin. Look at y’r pretty face as I fuck you.” He spoke, knowing I wouldn’t be able to open my eyes in the slightest, coming across like nothing but a cock drunk groupie whore, though I guess, it wasn’t far off. “Y’re basically droolin’ for me.”

“Keep talkin’ to me like that, holy shit, make me cum.”

“Eyes up here. On me. Y’got it.” He praised, his harsh tugs became more gentle as he got more stern in keeping my eyes on the view. “Keep lookin’, c’mon, darlin’, look. Y’re s’beautiful. All f’me, look at ya. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

His voice began to ramble, whines and groans leaving his throat at intervals. 

“I’m trying.” I mumbled out; “It’s hard.”

“Darl’, ‘m not gon’ keep tellin ya’ to keep y’head up.” He moaned, removing his hand from my hair and rubbing figure 8’s right where I needed it. “Yeah, y’re gonna take it.” He panted, leaning over my body to press kisses on my shoulder and neck. “Take it, darlin’, doin’ good. Doin’ so good.”

I leaned my head back on his shoulder, looking down through half-lidded eyes at the filthy view of him fucking me into his dressing table.

“See? You can handle watchin y’self gettin’ fucked like a good girl.”

“Hobie, ‘m gonna cum.” I moaned, struggling to watch myself but worried that if I stopped, he’d pull his hands away from me.

“Watch y’self, good girl.” He praised again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Fuck, can feel y’squeezin’ me.” He whined. “Cum for me, darlin’, s’pretty when y’clench this big cock, yeah? ‘M stretching it out, y’gonna be so perfect f’me.”

I took a bite out of my knuckle as I felt it hit, he slowed down slightly but kept the movements methodical besides the gradual slowing as he praised me throughout it.

“Hobie—” I cried out.

The way I clenched around him made him harshly hold onto my hip, the moans filled the room loudly as he fucked me through the wave. Small purrs of praise were audible but it was almost impossible to focus.

“You right?” He rasped out, slowing his movements to a halt. He would’ve cum right then and there if he didn’t have half the mind to prolong himself.

“Mhm.” I hummed, dazed and confused. “Keep goin’.” I acknowledged, wanting to make him feel good.

“Wish I could fuck a pretty thing like you after all m’shows.” He spoke sweetly in my ear, thrusting up again for his own orgasm, it started slow but he increased his pace when he began riling himself up with ideas. “Tease y’before so y’re all wet and ready when ‘m done.” He laughed softly. “Y’can help me warm up m’fingers for the guitar.”

He spoke softly and calmly as he could, feeling the wetness twitch around him from overstimulation. He kept this slow as he could, knowing that he didn’t want to end things just yet. His dazed eyes tried to memorise every detail he could; hooking up with a groupie meant the chance of never seeing them again, his movements on my clit picking up too; he was desperate to bring me pleasure, he needed this just as much as I did, which was saying a lot.

I weakly tried to keep my head up, watching his face attentively, he looked completely dishevelled with need; something about this was driving him crazy but all I could focus on was how good he felt.

He started kissing my neck again before deciding to ask a question he knew I probably wouldn’t answer otherwise. “Why ain’t you got’a boyfr’nd?” He grunted over my limp body, feeling himself hit the deepest parts and watching me react to it. My vision would go white and I’d jerk into the feeling.

“Don’t want one. Only want you.” I spoke matter-of-factly despite my dazed demeanour.

“Fuck, Y/n, Don’t say that.” He choked. “Wan’ keep you all f’myself.”

I groaned, pressing myself closer against his body. His arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me to stand upright and my arms reached around to touch him the best I could, though his hand stayed glued to the pussy that he’d grown infatuated with.

“Y’re gonna be thinkin’ about this for a long time, yeah?” He breathed. “Gonna think about m’cock fuckin’ into y’cunt?”

“Hobie—”

“I feel y’gettin’ close again. God, want y’so fuckin’ bad.”

His hand took a faster pace than what it previously was, rubbing hard and fast circles into my clit, wanting to feel me be undone on him when he cums.

“Better than I could’ve imagined.” I panted in admission.

“Y’re.. ‘M right there.” He moaned. “Y’so hot, makin’ me s’hard. Gonna make m’cum.”

There was nothing I could do to respond besides lewdly take what he was giving me, nodding weakly and trying to watch the view in front of me. He looked so beautifully debauched, and feeling his ragged breathing against my spine was something I didn’t know I needed to feel, something I unknowingly longed for.

“Mhm, y’can stay wit’ us.” He nodded, as if what he was rambling made any sense. “Bring you along, keep you f’shows. Darlin’, you’d be my perfect li’l groupie..”

His pussy-whipped drunk ramblings sounded like a love confession as he neared his release, knowing he didn’t want it to be over so soon but desperately wanting to feel the warm, tensing tightness around him as he filled me as much as he could.

“I want you, I want you.” I nodded back, too cock-drunk to care. 

“Cum f’me, y/n, cum with me, need— Oh fuckin’ shit.”

He groaned as he felt the clenching of my walls around his hard cock, desperately wanting to take him for all he’s got. Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me is the only phrase that repeated in my head as I felt the twitching and nearing signs.

“Give it to me, please, give it to me.” I pleaded through orgasm.

His body shook with want and he forced his eyes to stay open, needing to watch this unfold before him in a weak attempt to convince himself that it was real. Keenly watching the way my face contorted as I came on him, my eyes barely open enough to see the way his face mirrored mine. He let out small pants and whines, before his hips pushed deeply, his hips stuttering weakly as he filled me with his cum.

I felt the warm liquid between my legs, throwing my head back and sighing as I tried to relax from the high. Beautiful afterglow; beautiful boy. He collapsed forward slightly, holding me in place but using one arm to support us.

“It’s a really nice tour bus. Don’t even need y’own bed, just sleep in mine.” He continued in a whisper, pressing a soft kiss into the sticky flesh of my neck, nuzzling the hair away.

We stood for a moment before he pulled a chair from the side of the dressing table, slowly sitting us on it and keeping the position, his arms wrapped around me tightly like he never planned to let go.

I squirmed at the feeling. “Mhm.. Y’think?” I laughed softly; not taking him close to serious.

His eyes were heavy and he continued to look at us in the mirror, an unreadable expression as he buried his head behind my shoulder, his eyes barely poking above the flesh for him to admire the view. “I’m serious.” He mumbled awkwardly before going to a complete whisper. “Stay?”

[straykeedz]

what about minsung hard thoughts 🥹 u have full free reign

smut under the cut. minors, go away!! 😤 really, there’s smut.

okay maaaaaaybe giving me full free reign wasn’t a good idea bc the first thing i thought of

the FIRST

(that says a lot about me ig 😇)

was

that maybe you’re on the couch or on the bed with them, watching a movie, but you’re not really paying attention and the sexual tension is definitely there.

and that maybe minho is more subtle about it, slowly sneaking his hand under the blanket and slowly teasing you by letting his fingers travel all over your inner thigh until they brush your groin.

jisung is definitely the cheekier one, doing the yawning trick so that he can wrap his arm around your shoulder. you’d think he’s just being cute, when really - ten seconds later he’s sliding his hand under your top and grabbing one of your tits.

it’s casual at first, you don’t think things are about to escalate. not until you feel minho’s hands toying with the hem of your joggers, slipping right under the waistband. he traces the outline of your pussy with his fingers. he almost shows no emotion, keeping his eyes on the tv screen, but you don’t miss the way he sucks in a breath when his fingers come in contact with the wet patch in your underwear. he wastes no time in pulling your panties to the side, touching you properly.

jisung, beside you, with his arm around your shoulder and his hand groping your tit, is unaware of what minho’s doing. he gets suspicious, though, when he checked minho out with the corner of his eye and saw him lean in to whisper something in your ear.

“play with my cock, pretty?”

and he literally jumps on his seat, “why does she have to play with your cock? why not mine?”

minho replies calmly - “because you haven’t been fingering her for the past five minutes, i have.”

jisung nearly chokes on his own spit and lifts the blanket faster than lightning only to find out that minho’s right. your shirt is lifted, your pants pulled slightly down, and minho’s fingers are moving in and out of you slowly. his cock stirs in his pants.

“yah! that’s not fair!”

minho doesn’t answer, he simply lifts his hips just to slide his sweats down the curve of his ass, and his cock slaps on his belly, veiny and thick, balls looking heavy and full. he bites his lips when you wrap your cold fingers around the base of his dick while he continues to finger fuck you.

“that’s not fair!” jisung repeats, a bit louder than before. the sight of you moving your hand up and down minho’s cock is just intoxicating, “play with my dick too, babe. ‘m hard for you too!”

he lets go of your tit just to push his sweats down his legs as well, freeing his cock. you giggle at his eagerness, but wrap your other hand around him as well. he’s luckier than minho, because you’re able to touch him with your dominant hand, and your movements up and down his cock are definitely more fluid and steady.

“w-wait, babe, lemme spit on it,” you think the it in question is your hand, but no. he means his cock. he spits on his own cock. a copious amount of saliva coats his cockhead and starts to drip down his shaft. “mhhhh like that,” he whines, kicking his head back and closing his eyes.

minho rolls his eyes, “yah, you’re neglecting my cock now,” he scolds you.

you turn your head to look at him, “‘m sorry min. you know this is my weak hand.”

he rolls his eyes, “ah, sometimes i forget not all of you mere mortals are ambidextrous”, he sighs. “‘s fine, pretty, just means you’re gonna let me have your pretty pussy now, yeah?”

“no! don’t stop touchin’ me,” jisung whines as soon as he hears minho’s words.

minho rolls his eyes. always so desperate, han jisung. “ah pretty, what do you say i just… bend you over and take you from behind, hm? so you can continue playing with his dick while i fuck you, my pretty cumslut.”

you nod eagerly, still jerking jisung off.

“mh, that’s what i thought,” minho grins, then removes his fingers from your pussy. you feel empty, but it’s alright, because he’ll soon fill you up with his cock.

minho gets rid of his clothes while you continue to move your hand up and down jisung’s cock. it looks so hard, so juicy for you to not wrap your lips around its tip. when you turn your head to look at minho, he’s completely naked, cock menacingly hard between his legs.

“face down, ass up, pretty,” he says “you’re gonna blow hanji while i fuck this pretty pussy of yours, aren’t you?”

you nod once more, “i am, i am. can’t wait for it.”

minho doesn’t even undress you. he just lifts your top to free your boobs and pulls down your pants and underwear to expose your bare cunt.

jisung is in paradise - he feels he could actually ascend to the sky when you wrap your hot lips around his cockhead. pathetic whines fall from his lips minho snaps his hips against yours, making you take him deeper in your throat until you’re gagging around his length.

“yeah, fuckin’ choke on jisung’s cock, pretty,” minho grunts, gripping your hips tighter as he pounds into you, his heavy balls slapping on your clit with each thrust. “fuckin’ gag around him, make him feel good.”

“she is,” jisung whines, “she’s already making me feel so good, hyung. her mouth is fuckin amazing.” then, he entangles his fingers in your hair and, through heavy breaths, he asks you “can i fuck your throat, babe? do you think you can take it?”

of course you can.

both minho and jisung are weirdly synchronized as they thrust inside of you - minho’s cock kissing your cervix, jisung’s, the back of your throat.

“‘m close, pretty,” minho warns you “‘m gonna rub your clit as jisung plays with your pretty tits, okay?”

their fingers feel incandescent on you. minho rubs your clit until you see stars and jisung teases your nipples by squeezing them one at a time.

“babe, ‘m so fucking close, so close,” he whines, thrusting all of his cock inside your mouth until your nose is buried in the soft bush of hair at the base of his cock. your saliva is leaking all over his shaft, his pubes and his balls.

you know your mouth feels nowhere like your pussy to him, and you still want to give him a mind blowing orgasm. that’s why you coat the pads of your pointer and middle fingers in your spit. jisung’s eyes roll in the back of his head when he feels you press them on his hole. as a natural reflex, he spreads his legs even more, to give you better access.

jisung finds his orgasm with your fingers pressed against his prostrate and his cock sheathed in your throat, moaning loudly as he shoots his milky release in thick spurts down your throat.

minho cums both from the feeling of your tight pussy clenching his cock and the sight of jisung so fucked out under your touch.

they fill your holes at the same time, fucking you full of cum on both ends. that’s how you find your release, cumming hard around minho’s thick length until both of your releases start to drip from your hole.

the FIRST thing i thought of….. should i be concerned?

[moremaybank]

WOUND UP — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary you've had a bad week and jj makes you feel better

warnings 18+, unprotected sex (bc i'm sinful), breeding kink (bc i'm insufferable), a sprinkle of dacryphilia (no explanation for this one, i'm just the worst), praise kink, language

author's note lost the request to this, just my luck. jj & reader are both over 18.

jj masterlist

"jj! how many fucking times do i have to tell you to throw out the milk carton when it's empty? stop putting it in the damn fridge!"

your voice echoed off the walls quite loudly, startling your blonde roommate. jj walked into the kitchen from his bedroom, eyes wide. he'd never seen you so worked up over something so little, and honestly, he was a tad concerned. "christ, why are you so worked up? it's just a milk carton."

"i'm worked up because it's annoying as hell when i come into the kitchen expecting milk with my cereal, only to find out that there's none left."

"well, if i don't leave it in the fridge, how else will you know that we need more?"

expecting a verbal response, he was startled once again when he was met with the empty carton smacking into his cheek. "ow," he frowned, "that was mean. and uncalled for."

"whatever," you grumbled, beginning to walk off into your room.

jj grabbed your arm, halting your movements. you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, a direct result of jj's touch. "let go," you said, trying to free your arm from his grasp.

"nope. not until you tell me what kind of bug crawled up your ass."

"don't start with me, jj. seriously, i'm not in the mood," you warned, looking up at him.

he zoned in on you, noticing how stiff your stance in front of him was. his hands grasped your shoulders, and he turned you around so that your back was facing him. he began to work out the rigid muscles of your shoulders, and you had to hold back a satisfied moan at his magic fingers. your head fell back slightly, leaning against jj's chest as you finally start to feel some relief.

"what's got you so tense, princess? i can just feel the stress radiating off of you," he spoke as he continued to loosen your muscles for you. jj had always loved your carefree energy. it's what drew him to you — not that he'd ever tell you that. so seeing you this agitated had him concerned.

"i've just had a crap week, is all."

"anything i can do to help?" jj questioned, his lips close to your ear. his breath tickled your ear and sent a noticeable shiver down your spine.

the truth is, you knew what you desperately needed. the only problem is that it definitely would cross the line that you and jj constantly teetered over. you two had a certain will they, won't they thing going on, yet it'd been a year of living together without either of you making a move. was it finally the time? or was jj's touch just thoroughly clouding your judgment?

"you still with me, pretty girl?" jj's voice brought you back to reality, and you managed to nod.

"tell me what you're thinking," he urged, his hands running from the tops of your shoulders down your arms as he stepped closer to you. your back was almost flesh against his front. "i can't help you if you won't talk to me." his hands found their place on your hips, his thumbs caressing the sliver of exposed skin in an attempt to soothe you and the proximity was doing nothing to quell the ache you were feeling.

it was now or never.

your hands found his, sliding them under the hem of your shirt so you could feel him closer still. the warmth of his skin on yours forced an eruption of butterflies deep in your belly, and you wanted him touching you constantly. it amazed you how something as small as having his hands on you could make your heart race more than anyone ever had.

"i need a distraction, j. need you to distract me. please."

you drew his hands further upwards, dragging them to cup your bare breasts. you encouraged him to give them a squeeze, massaging them as a small moan escaped your lips. "touch me, j. i need you," you pleaded.

"why didn't you just say so?" he rasped into your ear, removing his hands from your shirt and turning you around to face him. in a flash, his lips were on yours, tongue slipping into your mouth so he could show you that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

you moaned into his mouth as his greedy hands slipped down your back to your thighs, fingers tapping against your skin as he silently urged you to jump. you obliged, your legs wrapping around his hips as he blindly placed you on the kitchen table. he broke the kiss, quickly pulling his shirt over his head before doing the same with yours. "i hope you like it rough, baby girl. i've been holding back for so long, i don't think i can go easy on you," he spoke as he stared down at you.

"that a promise, maybank?" you grin, biting your lip as your eyes trailed over his gorgeous chest.

he smirked in response, before delving into the skin of your neck. he softly gnawed at it, leaving behind a trail of red and purple hues as he made his way down the valley of your breasts to your stomach. once he reached the waistband of your sweatpants, he hooked his fingers inside, yanking them off as quickly as he could and discarding them on the floor. his gaze landed on your bare pussy in front of him, and his eyes bulged out of his head.

"no panties? naughty girl," he scolded playfully. his fingers spread you apart. "goddamn, she's so pretty. i haven't even touched her and she's ready for me."

jj licked a stripe up your folds to your clit, and he blew onto your core. this pulled a shiver from you, and your hips jerked up in response.

"no teasing, j. fuck me now. you can eat me later," you whine, growing impatient.

"oh, don't worry. i will."

jj pulled his cock free from his shorts and stroked it a few times, getting himself ready. his free hand landed on your hip, holding you in place as he lined himself up with your entrance. he slid inside, every delicious inch of him stuffing you full when he was buried at the hilt.

you threw your head back as your legs wrapped around his torso again, your heels digging into his ass as you pushed him as far as he could go.

"shit," he groaned, dragging his cock out to the tip and pushing inside of you again. "look how full you are with me inside you, pretty girl."

his hips started to move faster, and yours met him with each thrust. your hands found his broad shoulders, bracing yourself as jj continued to fuck you. "oh my god, jj. yes," you moaned, nails scratching at the skin of his shoulder blades.

his pace became relentless and he tugged you closer, pressing a feverish kiss to your lips. if this was the only chance he ever got with you, he'd damn well make sure that he did his job right. he'd make you feel every single feeling under the sun for him. he'd leave his mark on you.

pulling away, one of his hands came up to your face, and he pushed his fingers into your mouth. your tongue slithered around them, and his reaction went straight to his cock. he twitched inside of you, and he cursed. "fuck, baby. you're squeezing my cock so tight. you gonna come for me? cream all on my cock like the good girl i know you are?"

you nodded desperately, but it wasn't enough for him. he wanted to hear you beg for it, to tell him how much you crave him and how much you needed him. so he removed his fingers from your mouth. "tell me how bad you want it, princess, and i'll give it to you."

"please, baby. need you so fucking bad. wanna be good for you, let me be good for you. i'll make you so proud, i promise," you begged, your hand cupping his face as you kept your eyes locked on his.

"good girl, baby. good fucking girl. fuck, we should be filming this shit. we should be documenting how perfect you are. how you take me so well. wanna fuck you until you're crying," he gruffed as he brought his thumb to your clit and rubbed vicious circles onto it.

you tensed, gripping onto jj for dear life as he brought you to your high. you could barely move, that long-awaited itch finally being scratched in ways you never could have fathomed. you were so pissed off at how many girls jj had made feel this good, you honestly could have killed them out of spite. but then again, you were the one there with him. you were the one he was pouring all of his energy into, and it made you feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.

"yes, yes, yes. oh, jj," you squealed, your toes curling as you came hard. "yes," you whimpered, tears escaping your eyes. your hand found the back of his neck and you pulled his lips to yours.

"fill me up, j? please?" you pleaded as you came down from your high. your lips grazed over the spot below his ear as you began to suck a hickey onto his soft spot.

"fuck yeah, baby. want me to drain my cock inside you? what if i give you a baby?" he questioned, his hips slamming into yours as he chased his own orgasm.

your cunt clamped down on him tightly as if it wanted to keep him inside of you forever.

"oh fuck, you want that, don't you? want me to fuck a baby into you?" he taunted, a smirk playing on his swollen lips.

"yes, baby. give it to me. put your baby in me," you encouraged, watching him throw his head back as his hips began to stutter. he let out a loud groan — the sexiest groan you've ever heard — as his cock twitched, and he released inside of you. he slowed his pace, riding out his high. his grip on your hip was so firm that he'd surely leave a bruise behind, the best kind of bruise.

jj leaned his forehead against yours, chest heaving as he pulled out of you. "shit. i'm gonna take you to my bed so i can taste you. gonna make you come with my tongue until you're begging me for a break. that sound good?" jj breathed, looking into your hazy eyes.

"why are we sitting here talking about it when we could be doing it?" you asked, smirking at him.

"you're right. let's go," he spoke as he swiped you up into his arms and started to walk toward his bedroom.

jj tag list (join here!): @maybankslover @skydisneylover @kittyqrt

[bitchyglitterfox]

Angel - Pietro Maximoff x F!Powered!Reader

Warnings: fix it fic where Pietro doesn't die at the end of Age of Ultron! Medical jargon is probably incorrect.

A/n: Anyway this is for a friend of mine who asked where Wanda's brother's fics were and why I haven't written any. Heres to you 🫡

All grammatical errors are my own bc I don't have beta readers.

...

“Male, Caucasian, approximately 22-24 years of age, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, abdomen and arms. His breathing is labored and blood pressure low.” One of my nurses says as we wheel this unknown man into the O.R.

“Alright! We need gauze, bowls and scalpels and blood! GO! GO! GO!” I yell at my team trying to save this young man’s life. I may be only 20 and one of the youngest surgeons in the world but my team knows I care about them and only yell when it’s something crucial.

“Here ma’am, everything you need.” Maria, my head nurse tells me while I walk into the room gloved and masked.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, we are going to save this man’s life.” I say looking around the sterile room.

*6 hours later*

“Alright we did it, great job guys. Move him over to an empty recovery room and let them know their friend is fine.” I say walking out. I go and stand near the coffee machine and buy myself a cup.

“So Doc, how's the kid?” I look up and see an old friend.

“Well, Stark, how many times have I told you not to call me Doc? Reminds me of Bugs Bunny, and he’s doing fine. We managed to save him, just barely. He lost a lot of blood, had multiple breaks, what the hell were you guys fighting?!”

“Uh robots, and besides if you had come along with us like I keep suggesting and using those wonderful powers you have-“ I cut him off before he can even finish his thought.

“Stark I’ve told you before, I’m not properly trained for combat, I’m just a doctor, and I’ll tell you what I’ll go and heal all his wounds right now, that way you’ll have him back.” I say sipping the black hot liquid.

“And I told you (y/n) there’s more out there than just shitty coffee and white walls. Listen I'll pitch the idea to Fury to have you move to the compound and become an avenger, you could help a whole lot more people if you agreed” He says as he walks back down the hallway and out the door.

I threw the cup of coffee away and walked into Pietro’s room. I learned of his name after the operation. He honestly looks very peaceful just lying there sleeping. I go and close the blinds and shut and lock the door. I don't need anyone not authorized to know about my powers to come stumbling in the room.

I take off my glove and remove his blanket from his chest; I take a deep breath and lay my hands on his chest. A white light filling up the room along with the slight hum of the machines connected to him.

When I finish he begins to slowly open his eyes. “Is that an Angel I see? A beautiful angel?”

I blush slightly “No Mr. Maximoff, I can assure you that I am no Angel. I am your Doctor; my name is (y/n) (l/n).”

“So I do have an angel in front of me because only an angel would have such a beautiful name as that.” He said smiling.

“Well it’s good to see you are getting back to normal brother” a female voice came from the door.

“Well that is my que to go, I’ll be checking back on you tomorrow and if everything looks good, you should be free to go within the next few days” I say sliding out of the door.

“She seems nice” I hear his sister say as I walk back to my office. Wait, how’d she unlock the door? Did she see me use my powers? All these questions went on swimming through my head.

******

“Good morning Mr. Maximoff, how are you feeling?” I asked while walking into his hospital room, looking at his medical charts “are you eating alright?”

“Good, I've gotten my strength back and maybe that means my speed came back?” he says, getting up in his bed. 

“Wow there mr maximoff you've only just started healing and you only recently had surgery. It might take some time for your speed to get back.” I say while gently lying him back down on the bed.

“Alright but promise me once we're out of here and I'm no longer your patient we will hang out and be friends yes?” he says while smiling the dorkiest of smiles I've ever seen.

“Yes, we are already friends but when you get released we can hang out” I say while grabbing my clipboard and walking back out of the room and closing the door. I lean against the wall outside and take a deep breath, wow i can't be falling for my patient but he wont be my patient next week, no next week he’ll be my teammate. 

Just before walking into his room this morning I had gotten a call from Stark informing me I would become an official member of the team, healing them whenever necessary as well as healing those injured during missions. 

This will surely be a fun experience especially when I have a handsome man like Pietro on my team. 

[nonclassyparty]

man with the plan (j.wy) - chapter 1.

Summary: "Don't forget Pretty, I'm serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape, I'll throw in a homicide in there as well with no problem, that’s like a parking ticket to me." When your brother ends up in jail for a murder he didn't commit, the only thing left for you to do is to find a way to break him out. But after a perfect plan is set in motion, you don't expect a romantic variable to get added into the equation.

Pairing: jung wooyoung x fem. reader, jeong yunho x reader (but if u squint)

Status: in progress

Word count: 6k

Warnings: blood, cursing, violence, men being well men!

Taglist: @tinyjuni @hazysan @atinytinaa @tenebrisirae @doggopepper @dazzlingstarrs @lavishloving @cherrypandora @silentcry329 @jeagerist-20 @myunvillage @manipulatedstars @bitteryu @maru-matt @bubbleteakittyy @joonsthethicc

A/N: hello everyone! welcome to the first chapter, before you start reading i just really wanted to say that some of the parts are kind of corny, i usually hate writing know-it-all characters finding it cringy most of the times so push through pleek lol as i said before in the prologue; this is inspired by prison break, a lot of the dialogue is taken from there as well as most of y/n's characterization so all credits go to them! i just wanted to write this bc i thought it would be a fun little thing and something that could include all of the members in more detail all while still remaining a wooyoung focused story! the story is set in 2005-ish btw! i hope you enjoy <3 -bree

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prologue // masterlist // chapter 2

Chapter 1; I'm headed straight for the castle, they wanna make me their queen

It was weird to walk through the entrance designated for the employees instead of the visitors.

Your boss, Mrs. Ahn, was walking in front of you while Minho was following closely behind, looking over his shoulder like somebody was about to run across the empty yard, jump over the wired fence and shank him. He was always a little bit of a wimp.

It was barely past seven in the morning, the prisoners weren't allowed to be out of their cells yet so the empty yard covered in fog had a deeply eerie feeling to it. Just as the ride inside the hills where the compound was set. 

Trees, fog and silence all around.

"I hope they have good security around here." Minho mutters to you, hands stuffed inside the pockets of his coat as you neared the door to the building.

"Relax, Minho," You chuckle, as you slide through the door he holds open for you, "You'll be here for an hour tops."

"I'm saying for your sake, Y/N. I've still to see any women working in here." His voice is scolding and all you can do is chuckle again.

The inside of the building where the infirmary is conjoined with the warden's chambers and staff offices is a huge difference to the chilling October air and your cheeks immediately turn pink as they embrace the much needed warmth. 

You observe the yet unfamiliar halls that were empty as it was still early in the morning. Mrs. Ahn insisted that you left the office earlier than necessary, afraid that Minho would get lost somewhere between the hills and the deep forest that surrounded the compound.

"Oh, see." You nudge Minho, staring in the direction of the infirmary halls where a middle aged woman was walking around with a clipboard. You grin at him in triumph. "A woman."

You ignore the set of curious eyes from the same halls that you know follow behind you.

-

"Why you'd want to work here is beyond me." Mrs. Ahn comments with her arms crossed as she stares through the window, lips pursued as she observes the yard that was now filled out by the inmates, doing whatever they do in their free time.

"Someone has to do it." You look up at her from your place behind the desk with a small smile. Minho was outside, near the construction site negotiating with the workers that were supposed to drive over the materials in an hour.

"Y/N, you know very well what I mean." She harps at you, "With your qualifications and capabilities, something like this...supervising a construction site? In a prison no less? It's something JJ with half of his degree could do." She huffs when you just stubbornly stare at her without a word, "It's below you. Let's not even mention how potentially dangerous it could be, these people are animals."

You sigh, eyes falling to the blueprints of the new construction, what they're going to call the 'C-building' of the compound.

"You should be going to Tokyo with me. Working on skyscrapers and million dollar deals, not wasting time here."

"It's only a couple of months." You quietly muse, swallowing down your true thoughts, "I won't miss out on too much."

She stays quiet and for a long second, you start thinking she finally dropped it.

"I know it's because of your...." Mrs. Ahn starts trails off, voice laced in sympathy. When the thing with Jongho happened, she advised you to not exactly scream the fact that he's your brother from the rooftops. "But Y/N, you won't be able to talk to him any more than you could during visitations. What do you plan on gaining from this? I know he's your only family, I know how much he means to you but...if anything, aren't you only making it worse for yourself?"

"I don't plan on gaining anything from it." You chuckle softly, leaning back in your chair in defeat as you stare at her. "I'd just like to, I don't know, see what he's doing over the day? When he's in the yard, that is. I'm aware of the circumstances but this opportunity appeared and I just couldn't let it pass me up."

The double meaning to the words was a little inside joke that only you were in on so far.

She quiets down again, returning her attention to the view from the window.

"Supervising a construction site is a shitty job, just so you know. Especially as a woman. The construction workers won't be much better than the damn inmates, acting like they haven't seen a woman in years." She glances at you from the corner of her eyes, "They won't take you seriously, they'll try to intimidate you."

You grin at her, "I can handle them."

Her mouth perks up at the corners as she looks at you. "I know you can."

The little moment is interrupted by Minho walking into the room and observing it in obvious disdain.

The office you've been given is not bigger than a storage room, located on the third floor with nothing more than a bookshelf, desk and an old worn out chair. It's stuffy and the walls are old, probably collecting mold in the corners. 

Much different that your modern and spacious office back in Seoul.

"Well, it's definitely something..." Minho trails off, glancing at you and you have to let out a laugh at his obvious attempt to not offend you. Even Mrs. Ahn chuckles.

"Are you done out there?" She asks him and he nods quickly, collecting his briefcase from the chair in front of your desk that he left it on.

"All done. The materials arrived, half of the workers are here and the other half is arriving in the afternoon. Something about a limited amount of workers being allowed during yard time." Minho explains, fixing the scarf around his neck before sighing.

"We should get going then." Mrs. Ahn says, looking at you with the same scolding look again and all you do is give her a small tight-lipped smile.

"I'll walk you guys out." You pitch in, standing up to pull your coat on.

The halls are already more lively than when you walked in this morning, two officers are conversing by the door and they nod at you three in passing. You give them a smile.

The air is still cold outside, only it's not as quiet this time around. Yells and curses from the basketball court echo through the area from one side along with the construction workers moving the beams off of the trucks from the other.

Minho turns to you and with another sigh, throws his arms around you. You let out a giggle in his embrace as he mutters, "Please, for the love of God, be careful in here."

"You're so dramatic." You say as you pull away, taking a step back. "I'll be fine. Keep my office warm while I'm gone."

"Of course." He nods. 

You give Mrs. Ahn a small wave and she only nods in response before you watching them both walk away through the tall gate that swiftly shuts behind them.

Now, you're on your own.

On instinct, your head immediately turns to the yard not even forty meters away from the building your office is in. A tall, steel wire surrounds the enormous grass surface, small basketball court is set near the middle of one wall that the wire makes, benches are spread across the yard generously, most of them occupied.

You hear someone whistle at you but you pay them no attention, mind set on finding a specific someone. 

Your brother isn't in there, you wonder where the fuck is he but for right now, Jongho isn't the one you're looking for.

Most of the convicts in the yard are separated into small groups, gangs, and the blue uniforms aren't a help to making a distinction between them by any means. 

Until you spot a certain messy black and white head of hair sitting on the highest bench with six other men surrounding him like a kingpin.

You sniffle, nose starting to run from the cold before turning around and heading to the construction site on the opposite end of the compound, far away from the yard or the A and B buildings where the original prison cells were located.

"Good morning." You greet the group of men, shuffling around the site with tools and materials. You get a couple of murmurs of greetings in return.

You glance at the two guards sticking near the site, in case something happens, that's what the warden said as you've been told.

That's how the morning passes, they work and you do what you're supposed to; you supervise.

Mrs. Ahn was right, these men don't take you seriously. They snicker at every suggestion you make, ogle at you when they think you aren't looking and get way too close when they need to speak to you.

 You could use it to your advantage, play the pretty ditz skipping around the site on the daily. Would surely make your job easier.

It's just that if there's one thing you hate more than your brother getting falsely accused of murder and you having to devise a detailed plan on breaking him out of prison; it's people underestimating you.

"Can someone hand me that trowel over there?!" A guy crouching a few feet away from you shouts over his shoulder, your lips quirk up as you quickly jump to your feet. Finally! 

"Here." You hand him the trowel and he glances at you before taking it. You cock your head. "Is everything okay?"

"This whole thing is about to tip over, I need to stabilize it." He speaks loudly, smacking on some more mortar to the brick.

"Maybe if you listened to me when I told you-"

"How about you let me do my job, sweetheart?" He scoffs and another guy a couple of feet away snickers.

You pursue your lips, swallowing down the annoyance before shrugging. 

"Fine, when it starts caving in because it's not attached to the foundation properly and inevitably causes problems for the water and heat isolation which in turn can cause a serious line of health issues, you and your buddy over there can laugh in court over it since you'll be listed as one of the people responsible for it." You lean closer to him, "Because I'll remember your fucking name, Mr. Kim Seojoon."

He stiffens, looking over his shoulder again to meet your gaze. His eyes shoot up to something behind your shoulder before he looks back to you and then towards the very obviously shit job he's done in the past three hours he's been here.

"Tear it down and start again." You spit out before straightening out.

When he notices that you're not moving from your spot of hovering over his shoulders, Kim Seojoon, starts tearing down whatever mess he managed to slap up. You hum in content before turning around on your heels to walk away.

"You'll have to forgive my boys." A voice stops you in your tracks and you turn your head to the left to come face to face to a man that looks to be in his mid-fifties, seemingly the oldest one out of the bunch and by the blueprints stacked in his arms, the boss around here. "They're not used to taking orders from anyone that looks quite like you or is as young as you. They probably expected a drunkard to be supervising in a place like this."

You shrug, "Well, unfortunately for them, they got me."

He laughs, mustache stretching over his top lip. "I'll make sure he fixes it."

"Thank you, Mr...?"

"Cho Hayoon, miss." He holds out a rough hand to you and you gracefully accept it.

"I'm Y/N." You say with a small smile before dropping his hand. "I'll leave you to your work then, Mr. Cho."

He gives you a nod in return and you attempt to move away before something glistening in the ground makes you stop in your tracks.

"What's this?" You mutter, kneeling down and curling your hand around the piece of tin stuck in the ground hard enough until it breaks through the skin of your palm and you jerk your hand away with a yelp. "Shit!"

"Are you okay?" You look up to see one of the officers walk closer towards you.

"Yeah, I, uh, I cut myself on this piece of trash." You spit out staring down the tin stuck into the ground as you show him the gash on your palm where blood already started trickling down.

He looks down at it before turning his attention to you, "You should probably get that checked out at the infirmary." Your heart skips a beat. "Wouldn't want you to bleed out, huh?"

You bite your lip, "You're sure I'm allowed to use it? Isn't it just for prisoners?"

He smiles at you, looking a good ten years your senior, "Of course, you're allowed to use it."

You look towards the entrance of the building where you know the infirmary is before hesitating. He notices it, smile growing bigger. Nothing like a guy that loves playing hero.

"You scared to go alone? There's no inmates there at this time of day."

"I just, uh, would you mind taking me there? I'm not sure I even know where the infirmary is. Wouldn't want to get lost, y'know?" You ask, lips quirking up gently as you look up at him.

He smiled so big someone else would've thought you ripped open your shirt and showed him your tits.

"Of course, this way." He motions in the direction of the infirmary before you both start walking.

You hold back a smirk.

Everyone loves a damsel in distress.

-

"Doc, I got a patient for you!" The officer, Eunwoo is his name (you learned that because he made sure to slip it in a few times in the one minute walk to the infirmary), calls out knocking on the door of the small infirmary.

"Send him in!" A voice is heard from the other side and the guard chuckles sparing you another overly friendly glance before pulling the door open. 

"It's actually a her." The officer, Eunchae-whatever the fuck, comments as he walks in with you following.

The doctor looks confused doing a quick glance before it turns in a double glance when he spots you by the door.

Your blood is simmering below your skin as you take him in. 

A good four inches taller than you, dressed in scrubs and a white coat with a stethoscope hanging under the collar of it. It's him. The most important key to a ticket out of here with your brother's name labeled on it.

"What happened?" His voice is raspier than you would've imagined as he motions for you to sit on the chair next to his desk.

The officer opens his mouth but you're quicker, showing him your bloody hand, "Accident at the construction site." 

You tell him quietly, voice almost shy.

He glances at your face before nodding taking your hand into his hold as he removes the tissues you've clumsily wrapped around the wound.

His hands are warm, slightly calloused but nice looking. Long fingers with neatly trimmed nails. And there was always something attractive about a man with visible veins running up his hands. Hm!

"Uh, miss," The guard coughs but neither you nor the handsome doctor seem to pay much attention to him. "You want me to stay with yo-"

"No." You interrupt without even a second glance at him, eyes not moving from the doctor's concentrated face.

The officer looks like he wants to say more, a little peeved that all your attention was occupied by the young doctor but he doesn't instead he awkwardly turns around and leaves you two alone, closing the door shut behind himself.

Thank you Eunwoo but you've served your purpose.

"Need to clean this, to make sure nothing got inside the wound or you'll be in trouble." The doctor says, voice still raspy, still pleasant as his hands gently work on your wound.

You only hum in response, eyes starting to roam around the room. Observing the big windows along with the metal bars laid over them, then the square water drainage under the sink to your right and lastly, they fall back to the doctor's face.

You've spent a lot of time digging out information about him. 

You've seen his senior photos, high school graduation photos, photos of ceremonies and galas he's attended with his father, photos from his own charity work that gets plastered all over the newspaper because charity work is just that special when he's the one doing it.

And you have to admit, none of the photos do him justice.

His hair is longer now, black and covering the nape of his neck. He has piercings up both ears, shiny jewelry dangling off of them. Honey-like skin without any visible blemishes, cute nose and full lips that seem chapped from the cold. 

You never noticed the mole below his eye and a matching one on his bottom lip in the photos. They give his face even more charm.

He was gorgeous.

"Tattoo looks fresh." His voice interrupts you from inner musings and it's then that you notice his dark eyes trailing the lines on your right arm which was left bare once you rolled up the sleeve of your shirt up to your elbow.

You suck in a sharp breath before giving him a small, soft smile. Here goes nothing.

"Sorry about this, the last thing I want to do is be an inconvenience but...there was a lot of blood." You chuckle breathlessly which causes him to look up at you with his lips curled up in a small smile. "Thank you for doing this."

"No worries, it's quite literally my job." It's his time to chuckle, smile growing wider as he presses a cotton pad soaked in something to the gash that ran across your palm and fuck, he had a pretty smile. 

"You seemed like you were busy..."

"Nah," He shakes his head, eyes rooted on the wound, "Was just going over patient records. It's fine, I treat the staff here sometimes."

You pursue your lips, eyes drawn to his face again. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

He nods, brows jumping up a little as he picks up his head, like he's already aware of who you are. "The new supervisor for the construction site, I've heard."

"And you are?" You ask, a flirty smile blooming across your features as you look at him through your lashes.

"Doctor Jung Wooyoung." He holds your gaze a millisecond longer which is all you needed.

"Jung like the governor?" You ask, heart soaring in thrill when you feel his hands still on your own. You can't help yourself. "You have the same last name as the governor, you sort of look like him as well."

He, Wooyoung, stays quiet and opts to work on your wound instead.

You cock your head to the side, "You're not related, are you?"

Again, silence.

You let out a small hum, mouth curling as you look at the dirty tissues pilling up on the desk in front of you.

"Wouldn't think you'd find the son of frontier justice Jung Myungdae working in a prison." You comment in an almost taunting voice, rich boys who pretended like they cared about the lower classes and were different than their snobby peers always being a little bit of a joke to you, before turning your attention back to him. "As a doctor no less."

You can hear him let out a sharp breath, head picking up to look at you as a fleeting look of being uncomfortable washes over his face.

"I believe in being a part of the solution, not the problem." Doctor Jung says decidedly and you hum again, eyes falling to the way he gently holds the back of your hand with one hand while he holds the gauze with another.

"Be the change that you want to see in the world." You recite with a nod, still staring at the wound on your palm but noticing the way the comment seemed to strike him. You look at him, not being able to contain the smile on your face when you catch him staring at you. "What?"

He shakes his head, lips pursued like he's holding back a smile. "Nothing. That was just my senior quote."

I know, I had your senior photos glued to my window.

You raise your brows in playful disbelief. "That was you? This whole time I was thinking it was Ghandi."

That gets a laugh out of him. It's a nice sound, slightly higher in pitch but sort of endearing.

"Funny." He comments sparing you another smile and going back to wrapping the gauze around your palm.

Once he's done, you let your bandaged up hand lay on your lap as you watch him stand up.

"Sit tight, I'll get you some painkillers because that's bound to hurt for the next couple of hours." He says before leaving you alone in the room. 

Once he's out of your sight, you pull out a small origami dove out of the pocket of your pants and quickly walk over to kneel down next to the sink, slipping it through the slats of the grate for the water drainage before returning to your place.

Half a minute later, Doctor Jung reenters the room with a glass of water in one hand and painkillers in the other.

"Here you go." He hands them to you and you down them obediently before giving him a grateful look.

"Thank you again for this." You sigh, standing up from the chair and running your healthy hand through your hair before smiling, "Hope I didn't take too much of your time."

"I already told you it's not a problem." He responds with a smile of his own, eyes feeling unusually pleasant on you.

"Well, I'll let you go back to your patient records, then." You say, inching closer to the door.

"If you need anything else, feel free to drop by." Doctor Jung's voice softly calls after you and it makes you pause in your steps as you turn to look at him over your shoulder.

"Then I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then." You boldly tell him, enjoying the way he obviously tries to bite back a grin.

"Guess so." He responds, eyes boring into your own.

With one last smile, you disappear through the door and head up the stairs leading to your shitty office.

You will be just perfect, Jung Wooyoung.

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Schweitzer 

Allen 

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You stare at the writing tattooed on the inner part of your lower right arm, fingers anxiously tapping against the hard surface of your office desk before a knock causes you to lower the sleeve of your shirt as your head snaps to the door.

"Come in."

"Miss, the warden would like to see you." The warden's assistant, Soojin gives you a kind smile which you return, standing up and quickly straightening your outfit before following her through the door and down the hallway.

The section with the offices for administration (and now, you) was on the third floor of the infirmary building and almost completely protected from any spaces where convicts might roam around by locked bars placed on the halls going after the staircases.

And while your office was shitty, the warden's was definitely not. 

You observe the spacious room and the big oak table the older man sits behind as he smiles at you invitingly and offers you a seat.

"Did you settle in accordingly, miss L/N?" The warden asks and you nod comfortably.

"Yes, sir. I plan on being very diligent and making sure everyone does a good job."

"Good, good." He nods his head before a look of hesitation crosses his face that immediately causes your nerves to flare up. "This might seem extremely unprofessional and definitely out of character for me as I don't do it often but I'm in need of a little help, you're a structural engineer, correct?"

You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowing, "Yes, sir."

He clears his throat, pushing his chair back to stand up. "Follow me."

You follow the older man as he walks across his face to the door on the opposite wall of the entrance which you've mistaken for a closet so far. He motions for you to enter first and you do, your mouth can't help but part in slight awe.

You stare at the model of the Taj Mahal propped up on a huge table in the middle of the spacious room connected to the warden's office, surrounded by windows from one side entirely, the light seeps through the model beautifully and you admire it quietly.

"Shah Jahan built the Taj Mahal as a monument to his undying love for his wife. My wife is quite fond of the story. It appeals to the romantic side of her." He smiles at you, "Being married to someone on corrections, it's a terrible job, wouldn't wish it on anybody. And yet, in thirty-nine years my wife has never complained and the worst part is I've never thanked her. So because I couldn't say it I thought, you know, I could build it. In January, it's our fortieth anniversary. Well here, look." The warden bends down to look into the base of the structure and you copy his movements, peering inside.

 "The problem is, I build anymore and it's all going to come down like a house of cards. That's where I was hoping you could be of assistance. Obviously, it would be a favor for a favor. I don't know what you would need, new furniture for your office? New heater? I know everything in there is rusty..." He trails off, eyes glinting with pleads.

It felt like Christmas came a month earlier to you.

"Actually, I have something else in mind."

"What? What is it?" He shakes his head, urging you to speak.

"You see your eight wonder of the world might collapse since the stress isn't propagated properly." You inform him with an innocent smile as the warden frowns.

"Propagated properly?"

You nod. "Propagated properly.  The joints are overloaded. They won't provide anywhere near the strength the completed structure will need."

The older man looks at you in mild concern before turning to the model, something he very obviously placed a lot of effort into. "How much work are we talking about?"

"When did you say you need it to be done? January?" You ask, circling around the model again. The warden lets out a small 'yes' and you hum, "Then we better get started then, I'll help you out for an hour every day."

The warden's face lights up in relief and you have to hide the shakiness in your voice as you continue. You clear your throat; "In return, I'd like to be approved weekly visitations to my brother."

The smile on his face freezes for a moment before melting away completely and getting replaced by a deep frown.

"Your brother?"

You gulp down the nerves and wipe your clammy hands on the back of your pants, nodding, "My brother, Choi Jongho."

"Choi Jongho is your brother?!" The warden asks, voice laced with utter disbelief and your eyes fall immediately to the carpeted floor. "How the hell was I not aware of this?"

"I took my mother's last name after I graduated from college." You offer quietly, mustering up the balls to look at the man in the eyes, "It's not like I was hiding it or anything but...it never came up. I didn't exactly learn when was the right moment to say that my brother was one of the inmates in the jail where I'd be sent to supervise the construction site."

"You know you're not allowed visitations if you're a staff member, right?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest as he gives you a strict look.

"I know but... I'm not a permanent staff member." Your voice drops in volume as your eyes start to burn, "And I'd really just like to see him once a week just like everybody else is allowed. He's my only family, sir."

The warden's eyes soften once he catches sight of your eyes glistening with tears. 

Your nails dig into the wound on your palm.

He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times before sighing, then he starts pacing up and down the length of the room which might be a good indicator that he's actually considering it. 

You dig your nails harder into the wound and the first tear drops, you sniffle.

"The reason I took this job was...I felt like I'd be a little bit closer to him for a short period of time. He's my older brother, he took care of me when no-one else did," You sniffle again, feeling a nail punch through the thick gauze of the gash on your palm. Another tear. "I thought, just being able to look at see him through the window when he plays basketball would be nice but then they told me I wasn't allowed visitations and by then, it was to late to change my mind."

You discover that Chungju Detention Center's warden hated seeing young girls cry.

"That's all you ask for? Nothing else?" He breaks the silence after a long moment of consideration, "Wouldn't a new heater for your office be better, it gets cold during the winters here."

You quickly shake your head, "J-just visitations to my brother."

He's quiet again before he finally lets out a deep sigh.

"Alright but it can't be longer than ten minutes, do you hear?" He asks and you nod, eyes growing in size as your head snaps up to look at him. "And the moment I hear about any funny business, it's over. Do you understand me?"

"Absolutely," You nod with innocent, big eyes. The tears miraculously stopping their flow all of a sudden. "No funny business."

He observes you for a second longer before finally allowing you to leave his quarters.

You let out a big exhale on your way out, staring at the blood that managed to run through the gauze on your palm.

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You were trouble.

That's all the conclusion Wooyoung could come to as he stared at you, leaning against the doorframe of the infirmary with your bag slung over your shoulder, coat folded over your arm and a smile on your face that made his head spin.

"Hey." You greet him, voice mellow and sounding lightly tired as you lean your head against the frame as well.

"Hey," Play it cool, you're a grown man. "How was the first day?"

"It was good, a little unexpectedly boring almost." You answer him with a smirk and he clears his throat before he started staring at your full lips without the option of looking away being in his books apparently and inevitably got caught.

"What did you expect?" Wooyoung lets out a light laugh, crossing his arms over his chest as he sits at the corner of his messy desk. "Shootouts  and heads getting bashed in all day long?"

You giggle, pearly white teeth on full display as you nod, "I was expecting a lot more yelling and screaming at least."

"Hey, we have some quiet times in here as well. Give it a day or two, though."

You chuckle again before shaking your head, hand coming up to brush your hair from your face and in the meantime, showing off the tattoo you had on your other arm as well.

And as Wooyoung was a red-blooded healthy male, of course, his mind started wandering on just how far the tattoos went.

God, you are trouble, you are so much fucking trouble.

He should've been kind of pissed off at you when you brought up his father but...how the hell could he be?

He saw the way the other guards stared at you, how the one who walked you into the infirmary this morning was almost salivating with his eyes glued to you and just how much Wooyoung's ego skyrocketed when you told the guard he can fuck off because he was there now. He obviously wasn't the only one affected here!

With your pants that hugged your waist and thighs perfectly, the shirt that accentuated your cleavage and it's two intentionally popped open buttons , the thin necklace decorating your collarbones, the tattoos (God, the tattoos), long hair that smelled like vanilla to whoever got close enough, a smile that definitely knew of its effect on other people and eyes that seemed like nothing ever phased them.

Wooyoung liked trouble sooooo much.

"I wanted to, um, ask for a favor." Your soft voice interrupts his current train of thoughts and he raised his brows in question.

"What?"

"I, uh, I'm a Type 1 Diabetic." You tell him, straightening out your posture in a way that tells Wooyoung that you might be nervous for some reason. You give him an awkward chuckle which he finds kind of cute. "And I'd get my daily shots at a doctor's office on my way to and from work every day since my own office was close by."

"Mhm..." He tilts his head in curiosity. He wonders where you used to work, did you drive a car? Wooyoung used to work in the center of Seoul as well! Did you two ever ride the same train downtown? 

"And that's no longer an option anymore since, well, I have to be here every morning so I have to leave, like, an hour earlier at least." You bite your lip, pretty eyes meeting his own, "I was wondering if you'd be able to do it here? Obviously, I don't want to impose on your schedule or anything, I understand if you can't but I thought it might be worth trying. I'd bring my own shots, wouldn't want to steal government resources y'know...heh..."

He notices how you always speak like you're an inconvenience when you need help.

Wooyoung bites back a smile as he watches you ramble before finally finding the heart to interrupt you, "Alright."

Your lips part at that, "You will?"

"Yes," He chuckles, "It's not a big deal, it takes, like, two minutes tops so..."

"Okay, great." You sigh in relief, playing with the bandages on your hand before nodding again. "Thank you. For this and...today, as well."

"It's my job." He's quick to respond out of habit by now, God, he's been out of the game a little too long now. There were, like, five different lines he could've dropped there. He forgot how to flirt.

Or maybe flirting with you seems a bit terrifying if he was honest.

"Right." You chuckle, fixing your bag on your shoulder before smiling at him one last time, "Well, have a good night."

Wooyoung nods, almost a little disappointed that you're leaving already. "You too."

-

Jongho might understand why Jisung decided to wrap that sheet attached to the pipe around his neck and jump from the staircase.

In fact, if he had to listen to this dude, Coin or whatever the fuck, talk about his girlfriend Lim Jiyeon, class 2001 of some damn beauty school in Gangnam with auburn colored hair and perfectly applied lip gloss for one second longer, Jongho just might do the same thing as Jisung.

He was serving a life sentence for something he didn't do, that should be a punishment enough. He already knew there was nothing else to do except to serve time here, nobody else will serve it for him.

But, holy fuck, his new cellmate who invited himself to the seat next to him on this bench, could not keep his mouth shut for a second and Jongho really didn't need this so early in the morning.

"Woah, who's that?" Coin whistles, following someone with his eyes like the sun was shining out of their ass.

"Who?" Jongho mumbles in question not even bothering to turn to the direction his new cellmate was salivating in, thinking it was probably just another stupidity that managed to catch Coin's attention. There's not much to do here, after all...

"That woman." Coin nudges him. Typical, all those woes about his dear girlfriend forgotten at the first sight of another woman. Jongho rolls his eyes, taking a quick glance to where the other man was pointing before turning back around again.

Then he freezes.

Jongho's head whips around in the same direction again, the familiar checkered coat and same hair length making him blink to see if he finally went insane in here.

The walk was the same as well.

His legs, with a mind of his own, started swiftly moving across the yard with Coin yelling something behind him but Jongho ignored it, his only goal to get to that fence even if he had to shovel through the inmates.

"Y/N?" He mumbles to himself, watching the woman move across the gravel, long hair carried to the side by the cold wind. And as if she heard him, she slows down with her steps, turning her head in his direction...

Jongho feels like his heart stopped.

"Y/N?" He asks, this time a bit louder because holy fuck, that's his little sister's face. It's her. It's you!

You don't stop to talk to him, you don't say anything back but Jongho, sure as hell, didn't hallucinate the smile that you throw his way as you continue up the gravel to the building leading to the infirmary.

"You know her?" Coin's deep voice makes him jump in his place, Jongho didn't even notice that the older male was standing right next to him by now.

"Yeah." Jongho whispers, words getting stuck in his throat as he finds it hard to swallow.

"Bro, are you okay?" Coin questions, confused by the way Jongho stared at the building you just disappeared into.

"That's my sister."

And she's definitely up to no good.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Hi lovely just been checking up with your blog and earlier you asked about the ideas for one little scene moments ( btw I loved the one you posted, what I love about your writing is how detailed you are I can see that and feel it in my head love you so much for that seriously ) so I love angst (i'm sorry ) so wanted to send you this. Girl/reader is being done with Matty's unwillingness to understand her pov during a fight and is out of words, gives up and agrees with him without any emotions and this is where it hits him. He then tries to show her he does get it which is hard bc she gave up. i Hope it makes sense sorry that might be a complicated

Omg this is so so so sweettt???? 🥹💗💗💗 and it makes me happy to hear that cuz I often feel like I’m better at writing dialogue than I am at scene-setting, plot, emotions, etc. and it bugs me sometimes hahaha. So this means a lot to me for real 💗💗

anyways, I THINK, I know what you mean. Let me know if this is not it. I’ll be happy to give it a second shot.

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“I just don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect my girlfriend to be on my fuckin side.” Matty huffed, the heat of the argument making his skin feel too warm for him. He looked down at the marble of kitchen island as he sat at the barstool, pushing his half empty cigarette packet around with his finger, and watching it slide from one side to the other. his knees began to bounce as soon as he sat down, the nervous energy flowing through him, but he did his best to avoid looking into her eyes.

“I’m just pointing out that irony has its limits. I’m not saying abandon the entire show-“

“No, not at all. but you ARE saying you wouldn’t enjoy seeing it.” His lips moved before his brain could think, still addressing the sliding cigarette packet, he spoke with a clenched jaw. “‘So, how’s the new tour Matty? Seen the reviews, it looks great!’ ‘Yeah, yeah, thanks, mate. My girlfriend hates it, but hey, at least Rolling Stone thought it was alright.’” She shook her head in disbelief, walking around the kitchen island and towards the fridge to pour herself a glass of water.

“I am, and always will be, you’re biggest fan and you know it.” She grabbed an empty glass off the dish rack, pulling the fridge door open with her free hand.

“Didn’t sound like a fan when Brad asked you what you thought. Sounded like a- a- Twitter troll.”

in the silence, Matty could hear the gulping sound of the water pouring down her throat. She set the now empty glass of water on the marble counter, inches away from his cigarette packet.

In a calmer, more composed tone, she restated the point that she felt she’d been making all day. “I merely pointed out that, as it stands right now, the show feels like it’s more of the same thing. And that if your goal is change, evolution, a female perspective on this whole question of masculinity wouldn’t hurt”

“But that’s the fuckin point!” Finally, the frustration feeling bigger and stronger than his body, Matty stood up, sighing loudly and pulling at his own hair. “To take the thing to his absurdist limit such that it becomes a parody of itself. Besides I refuse to participate in the false dichotomy of male versus female. To fix one you must become more like the other? What kind of bullshit artist do you think I am?”

He finally picked up the cigarette packet and lit one, taking a drag that forced him to stop and breathe in for a moment.

her lips parted, instantly, ready for the rebuttal. Ready to explain to him, for the hundredth time in the past hour, that she wasn’t suggesting what he thinks. That she wanted him to try harder to practice all the things that he theorizes. To ask himself what he’d feel if he were to be vulnerable, without the safety net of a joke, or an act, to fall back on. But as she prepared her next argument, running through her thoughts before she spoke them, the feeling of defeat overwhelmed her. She’s been at this a while. Trying to explain what she meant in different ways. Some gentler, more indirect, leaving it up to Matty to draw his own conclusions, others louder, more blunt, unequivocally disagreeing with him. But Matty was so trapped in his own vision to step outside of himself and entertain an alternative. She took a deep breath, squeezing her lips shut. Then, she exhaled, looking at Matty as his fingers nervously tapped against the marble surface. “okay.” She said simply. “I get it.”

Matty blew the smoke up towards the ceiling. “I’m just saying” he spoke authoritatively, like a lecturer clarifying complex concepts to a room full of novice students. “I know what I’m doing. And I wish I could the sense that you believed in this thing as much as I do.” He finally turned to meet her eyes.

“I do. I believe in it.”

“I trust the audience. They’ll get it. I don’t think they’ll think it’s the same show all over again.” He was doubling down, but the more he spoke, the more he seemed to doubt his own words.

“yeah, you’re right. I think they’ll get it.”

she walked in a semi-circle, around Matty’s body, retrieving her empty glass. It still held on to some of the coolness from the water that had left it. She set the glass down in the sink, turning on her heels and walking out of the kitchen without sparing him a second glance.

she felt foolish that this had even turned into an argument. She was certain that normal couple had communication issues, or argued about whose family they should spend the holidays with or whose turn it is to do certain chores, not, the limits of irony is performance art or Matty’s fear of and simultaneous desire for sincere self expression. The thing is, she knew that to their relationship, this is a communication issue. It was important to Matty that she be a fan of his artistic choices because his work is who he is. She often looked at what he did and saw him. Saw the way his mind works, how he feels about important parts of his life, what he’s proud of, what he’s afraid of, what he loves or hates, what he wants to change. She got to know him this way. To her, his inability to concede to her judgment wasn’t just a difference in aesthetic theory, it was an unwillingness to relinquish control over the argument. He wasn’t even trying to put himself in her shoes and see things her way. he felt attacked by her criticism of something that came directly from the depths of his mind and heart, and his response what to push back. She’s been lost in thought, so she had no idea when Matty had appeared in the living room doorway. His head cocked to the side, his gaze downcast. “Do- do you really think there isn’t enough honesty in the new show?” His tone was inquisitive now rather than accusatory. hesitantly, he walked towards her on the couch, one step at a time.

“the shows fine, Matty.” She looked right through him, at the wall behind him.

“it’s important to me that you like it.”

“I do. I like it.”

matty clicked his tongue. “Please, don’t be like that.”

She looked directly into his eyes, this time, and he could see her anger. “Like what, Matty? Supportive! I thought that’s all you wanted from your girlfriend. Well, here I am. Being supportive.”

He stopped inches away from her, dropping to his knees and hopping to be at eye level with her waist. He placed his hands into her lap, palms down, gripping the tops of her legs desperately. “I want- I need to - need you to be proud of me.” He rested his head against her knees, begging for physical intimacy to bridge the emotional gap that had formed like a chasm between them.

reluctantly, her hands found their way to his hair, caressing it lightly, a sign of compromise. Meeting in the middle. “I do want you to be supportive.” He spoke into her legs. “I’m being supportive. I’ll be supportive.”

He shook his head, his curls moving around her fingers. “No, not like that. I think- I think you were being supportive before. By pushing me to be better. I don’t want a cheerleader, I want you.” hid hand reached over his head and grabbed her wrist. “I love when you argue with me. Please never stop arguing with me.” Pulling his head off of her, he leaned over and kissed her hands. “Please promise me?”

[agaypanic]

Heyy can i request a reese wilkerson imagine? making out 😓

Caught (Reese Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: Reese and Y/n get caught making out.

A/N: i love how the emoji makes it seem like anon is stressed about them making out lol also i got stressed about them making out bc writing kissing scenes are hard

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When Reese invited you to come over, you didn’t think much of it. You two hung out at his house all the time, usually helping him with schoolwork at Lois’ request or eating something he made while watching a show. But you started to realize that he might have had secret motives as you got closer to the Wilkerson house. Reaching the yard, you saw that neither Lois nor Hal were home because the driveway was empty.

“Home sweet home.” Reese sighed contently as he opened the door for you, closing it as you dropped your bag off and went to the kitchen for something to snack on.

“Where is everyone?” You asked, noting the unusual silence in the house. Malcolm usually walked home with you two or was right behind you. And Dewey should have been home because the middle school got out before the high school. But it seemed that you and Reese were the only ones here.

“Looks like it’s just us, Babe.” You could feel the smirk on Reese’s face as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Did you plan this or something?” You turned around in his hold to face him, not really surprised at the thought of him getting his brothers to stay out of the house for a few hours for some alone time. But what did surprise you was instead of him responding, Reese leaned forward to kiss you.

The kiss quickly turned heated. Reese gripped your hips, pushing you against the fridge. Some of the shitty magnets fell off the refrigerator as you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling at the hairs at the nape of his neck. He moaned into your mouth at the feeling, sliding a hand up to cup your cheek.

“Bedroom?” He barely parted from you to speak, going straight back into kissing you. You nodded, realizing that it probably wasn’t best to make out with your boyfriend in the middle of his kitchen.

“Bedroom.” You confirmed, and Reese pulled away to drag you to his room. You giggled at his eagerness, quickly being cut off by his lips on yours again once you got to the door. With one hand on your waist to guide you, he used his free hand to push the door to his room open. He pulled you in, shutting the door with his foot before pushing you against it.

“Thank God no one’s home.” You sighed as Reese parted his lips from yours to start kissing your neck.

“I get you all to myself.” You could feel his smirk on your skin before he started to leave what would soon be dark hickies on you.

“You guys are disgusting.” The sudden monotone voice startled the two of you. You jumped apart before the person could see anything else.

“Dewey, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you had piano practice!” Reese yelled at his younger brother, who stared at the two of you unamusedly. It looked like he had come out from the bathroom connected to the boys’ room, which was why you two didn’t seem to notice him.

“That’s on Wednesdays,” Dewey said nonchalantly, grabbing a random magazine on one of the desks before jumping to sit on his bed.

“Oh my god.” You muttered, leaning your head back against the door. Your boyfriend’s younger brother catching you two making out was embarrassing enough. But the fact that he acted like it was nothing somehow made it worse.

“Dewey, get out,” Reese demanded, staring holes into the back of his head.

“Reese, it’s fine; we can just watch a movie or something.” You said, trying to ease the tension. “I’m honestly not in the mood anymore.”

Reese turned to you, somewhat sad from what you said. You gulped, looking at him. His hair was disheveled, his cheeks were a bright pink, and his lips seemed bruised, all from your previous activities.

“Dewey, get out.” You said, still staring at Reese, who started to smile.

“But-”

“I’ll give you ten bucks; just go anywhere else that’s not here.”

[smallestapplin]

Honestly all I need in life is more ingo content he's my yoinky sploinky

Could you, perchance, do a soft morning sex smut w a male reader and Ingo bc it's winter and they want to warm up?

Just them being in love and happy, maybe aftercare of making breakfast together

Thank u, I love u /p

- Tofu Anon

Oh absolutely 😩 I can’t tell you how excited I was writing this.

🔞18+Only!🔞Minors DNI🔞

Male reader with he/him pronouns and masc descriptors.

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Ingo bites back a groan as the sunlight peeks through the curtains, shining on his face and waking him up. He squeezed his eyes together before slowly squinting, blinking the sleep from his silver eyes.

He lays there for a moment, unmoving. His frown deepens as the chill of the winter morning hits him, making him thank the dragons it’s his day off today. The sheets moving catches his attention, making him crack his eyes open to see you snuggling further into the covers.

Ingo’s frown softens at the sight, letting out an airy chuckle when you roll over, your back facing toward him as your sleeping form tries to steal more cover to get warm.

Instead of fighting for more, he curls into your back, nuzzling his face into your nape and wrapping his arm around your stomach, before getting comfortable and molding his body against yours.

“Mm….you’re cold.” You shiver at the sudden chilly contact, burying your face more into your pillow.

“Ah, I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He truly didn’t he just wanted to get warm and enjoy this calm morning with you.

You barely groan loud enough for him to hear, but you push yourself further against him, your ass slotting perfectly against his pelvis.

Ingo helps you, his hand on your hip and the other arm under you to wrap around you.

“You’re so warm. Probably because you’re a blanket thief.” He teases you, kissing your bruised neck with a chuckle. The passionate night before still lingers into the morning.

“Maybe cuddle or steal it back then.” You look behind you just to stick your tongue out at him.

“Oh, how cruel.” He kisses your cheek before nuzzling back into your neck.

You smile, finding his early morning affection to be so cute, but it’s far too cold, even with the heat on it’s chilly. An idea lights up in your head, before a smile sneakily forms on your face. Glancing down you see just how easy it would be, and he’s none the wiser.

Carefully you push your ass back, grinding against him. You listen as Ingo’s breathing shakes, the hand on your hip tightens yet he doesn’t stop you, encouraging you to continue. The arm around you moves, making you mutely squeal as Ing’s cold hand drags across your bare chest, cupping one of your pecs, and running his thumb over your perked nipple.

“You truly think you’re slick, huh?”

Ingo bites his lip to hold back his groan. You chuckle, continuing to throw your ass back against him.

“I can think of a way to warm us both up.”

He moves from your neck to lock eyes with you, his bright silver looking deeply into yours.

“My, when did my husband become so needy?”

Before you have a chance to retort his hand moves from your hip and slides into your boxers, slowly pushing them down and freeing your half-hard cock. You hiss softly as you’re greeted by the cold air even through your cozy blanket.

“Was last night not enough to satisfy you?”

You moan, airily laughing at his words as he kisses one of the many hickies he left last night.

“I could say the same for you. Such a needy man, always wanting me.”

His face was bright red, but that doesn’t stop him from pulling his boxers down, freeing his throbbing dick against your ass, and reaching to his nightstand, grabbing a half-empty bottle of lube to use.

Ingo bites back any sound as the cold lube is slathered on his cock, but it’s quick to warm up. You gasp feeling his wet dick press between your asscheeks.

He curls around you, his face in the nape of your neck.

“I’m sure this would be a satisfactory way to keep warm, do you want-“

“Ingo, please just put it in already, I can’t wait anymore.” You whine, pressing against him.

You’re still tender and stretched from last night, making it easy for him to slip inside. You let out a long whimper, before catching your breath.

“Fuck….still- still so good.” You pant, his chest pressed firmly against your back as he grinds his cock deeper into your ass.

You rock your hips, gently fucking yourself on his cock, and matching his slow movements.

“Mm…I love you. Fuck, such a pretty boy, making such pretty sounds for me.” Ingo grunts in your ear before muffling his whimpers into your skin.

His tip hits so deep inside you, softly hitting and grinding on your sweet spot over and over and over again. The pleasure fogging your mind, even with his gentle fucking it’s overwhelming, he knows just how to please you.

“Ingo…oh gods..! I love you, love you so much-ah!” You bite your lips. Drool leaked from your lips, but you couldn’t even think about it as your eyes cross.

He just keeps rocking against your prostate!

You grip the pillow under your head, trying to ground yourself and not get lost in him. Ingo isn’t fairing any better, his loud moans echoing alongside yours, you just feel so good! So warm, so snug around him, clenching every time he hits that spot inside you.

his hand on your hip slides down to grip your neglected and weeping cock, while his other wraps around you, holding you tight against him as he carefully speeds up his thrusts, hand moving in time with his movements.

Your eyes roll back while a weak cry leaves your throat.

“O-oh Ingo! You’re- M’gonna cum!” Your free hand moves behind you, threading your fingers through his silver hair to pull his face up.

You slam your lips against him in a wet, messy kiss. Muffling your cries with him.

You arch your back, pressing your ass firmly back onto him as your cum coats his hand and the bed sheets. He can feel your warmth covering his hand, feel your dick twitching and your well-loved hole clenching around him, it’s driving him crazy.

He can’t stop the wail that leaves him as he fucks your ass full of his thick spent. You whimper at the feeling, it’s so hot and filling you to the brim.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, my precious husband.” Ingo lavishes gentle kisses slowly on your shoulder, neck, and cheek.

You chuckle at the ticklish feeling.

“We should really get up.” You sigh, but can’t top the laugh from bubbling over when Ingo groans.

It’s usually the other way around.

“Please, stay in bed a moment more, let me go make you some breakfast and then we will get you cleaned up.”

You tremble as he carefully slides his cock out of you, and fixes both of your boxers before he gets up.

“I’ll have to thank whatever force gave me such a sweet man like you.”

Ingo’s face is dusted pink, but that doesn’t stop him from kissing you one last time.

“It should be me thanking whatever brought you into my life. No, if I may, I have to make my handsome man some breakfast.”

He fixes the blanket around you just so you’ll stay warm before he takes his leave.

How did you get so lucky?

[hungerofhadarr]

oh pls tell me about Well whatever my Princess wants OR KILL THAT MAN…, :33

FLUTTERS EYELASHES I will tell .. both

Well whatever my Princess wants is the Kill Mizora fic I shared … a bit ago .. self explanatory , post game in Avernus , whatever my Wyllyam wants !

Excerpt :

Mizora can see the trail of her own blood, flecks and pools and long lines from free bleeding gashes, she can see their frantic pace, how they muddy her world more and more with boot prints of blood and dust and hell and hells-

She can see where her head would hang, the perfect blank space along the hound’s belt.

And her rotting teeth would chew his thigh, bring him down with her. How dare he.

How dare her.

How dare they.

Their bootfalls cracked and echoed down the hall, the cacophony of sound jarring-grating-damming. Her hands twitched. To cover her ears would be a coward's mercy. She had no time. The last time she paused-

The door slammed shut, uncoordinated hands-fingers-wrists forcing the lock to slide into place. Mizora panted once, twice. Breath holding on the third inhale. Uneasy, untrusting silence crept atop her senses.

(perception; passed)

No… no, not silence. And she backed away from the locked door. Keeping them in the entryway and allowing her, what should have been, the chance to escape. Regroup. Have something or someone ready to hunt and kill for her.

But there was a whispering, muttering, shuffling of feet just beyond her little getaway. And she looked around with blurred eyes to see if there was anything she could wedge between her and fate- not fate cannot be fate cannot die like this-

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KILL THAT MAN !! Is the Gortash assassination fic … um .. it appeared you have discovered the murder docs .. also a bit of exploration of Giilvas + circle of the moon + dipping back into his lycanthropic tendencies .. :33

Excerpt : ( under the cut just in case bc … blood and death but nothing overly graphic but still More compared to the previous fic I think )

To storm the castle at night made the most sense to everyone. To enter through the prison underneath the rot felt the safest.

Steel Watch still littered the halls, no one bothered to try and fix it. How could they? What could they do? Little more than canon fodder and corrupt mind, the Flaming Fist be. There was no chance they could dissect the corpse and learn anything more than the loud and vague enough truths their Archduke had told them.

Weary men and women knew their orders. Weary men and women no longer wanted to refuse orders of slaughter. Weary men and women had hoped a day like this would come for them, so they can feel in control again.

They were enemies, not saviours here. Their achievements, their proofs of care and protection of the people made them the monster to be slaughtered. They stood against the Tyrant Lord, the Slayer’s Blood, so they stood against

Everyone.

Offered no mercy, no chance at diplomacy, the first strike was by the Fists. They seemed to be waiting.

They were.

They weren’t an obstacle. A desperate scuffle of defence that collapsed at the first bit of pushback. No match for battle rage, for druidic magic, for warlock dark magics. For anger. For sorrow.

For

Pain.

It didn’t take long to

Carve

A way inside.

Blood pooling against polished stone floors, death cries rattling within the walls. The drawbridges entombed all that happened. All that will happen.

Empty, echoing room swallowed them in silence.

Standing before the grand staircase that’ll take them up, up, up, to hunt down the Chosen of Bane. Another push, another desperate struggle that can only end in one way. Wyll wiped a sheen off his brow, sweat and dirt,

And blood.

And he turned to Giilvas.

Something was different.

[sseastar]

woke up and had a dream - and now i’m in kevin moon brainrot (despite being in sunwoo brainrot just yesterday)

crushing on kevin moon from a distance during high school BAD because he was the cute but goofy band kid with giant glasses and wavy hair who was super polite, a little introverted, but everyone loved. also, everyone was aware of how good he was with art and with kids because his sister or cousins always picked him up with their kids and everyone was gushing over how he ran over to them and picked them up or whatever.

you and him end up at the same university and your crush on him lasted even through the summer vacation. gets worse when you realize you’re in the same freshmen orientation group and when you learn that kevin’s learned how to wear contacts and something other than the same combination of open flannel shirts, graphic tees, and skinnies. you also learn that he’s remotely aware that you went to the same high school, befriends you for the rest of orientation. high fives you the next morning of orientation and that’s how you know you at least become acquaintances with him. you’re too shy to ask for his socials so after a few days of being with him, you lose sight of him for the school year (different majors).

fast forward to the next academic year and you end up in the same gen. ed. class and he plops down in the seat right next to you. you have your headphones on so you kind of just ignore the person who decided to sit next to you in a completely empty classroom until you feel someone tapping on your shoulder and you realize that omg it’s him. you make it a point that’s it’s been so long since you last talked and ask how he’s been. he says you should catch up over coffee or something bc lectures about to start so you slide your ipad over to his with a note on the lecture slides you both have open that has your number and “so we can catch up” and a smiley face. he grins, and pulls out his phone to make a new contact profile for you. when you walk out of class because you have to rush to your next one, you get a text from a new number that says “catch up tomorrow for lunch? :)”

it’s not a secret how head over heels you are for him the more you get to know each other during study sessions. at some point, study sessions turn into let’s grab dinner after this to oops it’s late, do you want me to walk you home to oh it’s good, i drive to campus - did you need a ride? you realize you don’t live too far from each other so y’all carpool now too.

kevin starts to see how much you care for him and how much he cares for you. finds you cute and y’all just become really important people to each other. although you find that you’re falling in love with him more.

kevin, who knows you’re sick just from saying hi and makes it a point that you get enough sleep to get better. kevin, who finds it cute how you pack your lunch in a little lunch bag you got for free for spending so much at a bakery instead of buying lunch from the cafeteria or restaurants near campus. kevin, who regularly asks you if he can take naps in your car bc you have a really soft blanket and that one strawberry plush he won for you at an arcade that feels like the pillow equivalent of mochi.

kevin moon, who didn’t know you knew him back in high school and kept showing you photos of him from high school and who you told, “omg i would totally have a crush on high school kev back then. i totally would now too.”

kevin, who would reply with “what about me now? you don’t like me?”

you, who would stupidly put yourself by saying, “what no i still d- i mean, uh.”

kevin, who would have a shy smile from knowing your feelings and look back down at his physiology homework and just say “good to know.”

you, who would be visibly shrinking into yourself and saying, “good to know that i just outed my feelings for you?” with your head face down on your ipad.

kevin freaking moon, who has the audacity to say “i think it’s cute. besides, i’ve been starting to feel the same too,” as if you hadn’t been completely in love with him for a majority of your life. doesn’t ask you out then and there in the library but decides to ask you on a date when he asks you to park the car and rushes to your side of the car. usually you just park and wait until he gets inside safely but he forces you out of the car and takes you by your two hands as he faces you. smiles and says good night, but not before asking, “i know it’s the weekend tomorrow and you were planning to catch up on sleep, but maybe you can come over and hangout?” atp, he’s still holding your hands and like swinging them.

“only if i can take a nap here, as payment for the times you nap in my car.”

“jacob won’t mind. i definitely won’t.”

“it’s a date then.”

“goodnight yn,” kevin says and he finally drops your hands to swing his backpack over his shoulder. and you’re just watching as he starts walking towards his unit but he suddenly stops and rushes back to you. you’re in the middle of asking what’s wrong but he just swoops towards you and drops a kiss on your cheek. you’re visibly shocked and he just says “cute” before placing one on the other side before running back all giddily to his front door and shouting “drive safe!”

[peachy-wolfhard]

He’s an asshole but he’s MY asshole (V)

A/N: ngl i cried writing the beginning of this, rewatching the season for this series has been rlly fun (except for the scene where Fei dies rip my queen), OH MY GOD DONT USE THE SCHEDULE THING BC THEN THE TAGS DONT WORK!!!

Taglist at the bottom, feel free to ask to be tagged in upcoming parts!

Warnings: ANGST, girlie u are going THROUGH it, Reggie’s a douche, more angst, y’all almost break up, reader is said to wear a dress but its only a passing comment, drinking, swearing, eating, five might be ooc bc i havent written for him in so long, smoking, sex implications

Word Count: 4.2k

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 Part 6  Part 7

     Laying on the pool table yet again in the Hotel Obsidian after your brother and other sister died. Can't seem to fucking escape this place. It's like Hotel California. Great now I’m gonna have that song stuck in my head. Laying on your back, head against the lip of the pool table, you admire the necklace Fei had got you when you were a teenager. Yours had said ‘Best’ while theirs said ‘Friends’. Originally they were black with white lettering but due to time, they had faded to a bronze color with black lettering from the years of filling them in with sharpie. Tearing up you curl into a ball and start to sob. My fucking family is dead, my fucking best friend is dead. Now in the fetal position, you full-body sob, not caring if anyone sees. 

     Ignoring the ongoing argument in the other room, you go to the buffet trying to find something small to snack on, finding an apple. Using your knife you peel and slice the apple, cutting it into little cubes. The thought of cubes breaks you again, dropping your knife on the floor and dropping to your knees. I want my family back, I want my fucking family, I NEED them. I need Alphonso’s shitty jokes, I need Jayme’s daily existential dread talk, I need Chris’ happy disposition, I need Fei. Sobbing you slide down the wall silently munching on the apple cubes. After a cry sesh, your arms fall to your sides, brushing the matted-down carpet. Looking forward all emotions drained out of you, feeling empty. Deciding to see what the other idiots are up to you head back toward the balcony.

     Before walking into the room you hear Ben and Diego arguing. Leaning on the column you watch them argue, numb. “Hey, you guys done? The universe is disappearing outside. So you can keep rearranging the deck chairs of the Titanic if it makes you feel better. But the fact remains that we are too late,” Five says. “Come on, Five,” “It's over Luther, we failed.” “Come on. It cant be over over,” Viktor says. “Yeah, come on, Five. We gotta figure this out, man,” Diego insists. “Okay. How about we take a step back? Look at the big picture here. Most of us have spent the last 28 days trying to stop the world from ending. What exactly have we accomplished?” The room goes silent, the Umbrella’s reflecting on their past 28 days. 28 days ago I wasn't in this shithole and had all my siblings. Walking from your column you stand next to Ben, his arms wrapping instinctively around you. Normally, this would make you smile but not now, not after half of your family died. “Well, we made some friends along the way,” Luther says positively. “Incorrect! You know what we’ve done? Nothing. We made things worse every single time,” Five corrects Luther. Leaning closer to Ben your head leans against his bicep sighing. “Don't save the world.”

     “Well, on that…super happy note, we’ve um--oh, what the hell,” Luther says as both he and Sloane stand. “We’ve got a little announcement to make,” “We’re engaged!” they say in unison. “Kill me, Jesus,” Ben mutters making you smile for the first time. Taking the flask out of his hand you take a long drink before giving it back. “Now?” Allison asks. “Yeah. Look, we realize the timing is less than ideal. But, obviously, it's now or never. Am I right, Five?” “Don’t drag me into this, please,” Five says while looking away. “What…Whatever time we have left, we wanna spend it with all of you. So we’re super pumped if you would join us in the banquet hall at 6:00 p.m. for a celebration of our love, and the official union of what's left of our two great families,” Sloane explains. “Dress code is creative black tie.”

     Sloane goes around handing out their wedding invitations when Reggie and Klaus return after being gone for days. Klaus explains that they were tangled up in a father-son end-of-the-world road trip. Klaus’ long explanation ends with him saying that he’s now immortal. Huh, so that's what Diego was talking about. After accusing Klaus of getting into bath salts, Reginald asks why we’re playing with jars. “They’re invitations. Luther and I are getting married,” Sloane says to Reggie. “If he goes to their wedding I'm gonna be even more pissed off,” Ben whispers to you. Ah, your wedding was a magical time full of arguing and absent fathers. Sloane hands him an invitation before Luther tells him space is limited and taking it back. Ben picks your invitation up and looks at it, “Ours were better,” he jokes. “Well I mean it's not like they have marketable powers like us,” you continue joking. 

     “Dad, have you been taking your pills?” Sloane asks. “As a matter of fact, I haven't. And I can confirm that I’ve never felt better in my life. You thought you could dope me up and slow me down, take control of my affairs and squander my fortune,” Reginald says, looking directly at you. He’s always hated me, accusing me of only being with Ben to get a hold of his money, the feelings mutual. “Well, Klaus here was good enough to wean me off that wretched poison, and now that the fog is lifting I can see all your dastardly designs with a bracing clarity.” “You took him off his meds? What were you thinking?” Sloane asks upset. Reginald is then sent into another spiel about how he's the only one thinking and then calls him an impressive young man, causing Diego to laugh. “As for the rest of you, your training is to resume post-haste,” Thank fuck some normalcy in your last couple of days. Ben and you quickly tell him that you're ready. You can tell he’s been waiting for this, to go on a big grandiose mission since the last huge mission was years ago. 

     Five and Reginald start going back and forth; Five mentions that he talked to Pogo. God, I can't remember the last time I saw him let alone heard his name, I miss him. “Nobody wants you here, Dad,” Luther tells Reginald. “Hey, you don't speak for everyone, big guy,” Ben replies holding your entwined hands up. I don't even wanna be around him, he’s done nothing but make Ben and me feel like shit. I mean he didn't even come to our wedding when it was at his own house! “Feel free to join him.” Before Reggie can continue with another one of his long tirades, Klaus interrupts taking him to ‘have a cup of tea’ in his suite. Diego leaves as Lila quickly follows him; Sloane then leaves presumably to go see what’s up with Reggie, leaving you, Ben, and the Umbrella’s alone.

     Walking past Luther and Viktor, Ben holding your hand and pulling you along with him, he overhears Luther mentioning his bachelor party and how “not everyone is invited.” “What was that?” Ben stops making the three of you look at him. “Nothing man, nothing,” Luther shrugs off with a quiet chuckle and smile. Ben quickly continues with you in tow, walking even faster than before. Getting to what you have claimed as your room Ben flops on the bed and sighs deeply. Flopping down next to him you ask “Is everything alright? You’ve been pouting since we left.” Ignoring you and rolling on his side away from you, staring at the wall. “Well, when you want to tell me I’ll be open, not gonna force it out of you,” you say walking towards the door baiting him to say what’s wrong. “Okay fine you pried it out of me,” he says with his usual dramatic flair, rolling onto his back, and staring at the ceiling. “It’s just…why wasn't I invited to the bachelor party?” he asks, completely serious. “Babe, are you joking?” you ask smiling thinking it’s just another one of his pranks. “No, why would I be joking?” he says turning and looking at you now sitting on the bed. “Well I mean you’ve been an asshole to them the entire time they’ve been here,” you tell him. “Listen, I’m gonna find Sloane and see if she needs anything before we get ready.” 

    Walking to what you remember is Sloane and Luther’s room, you start reflecting on Ben’s actions. Being that you were the only person that truly got to see who Ben was or wanted to be. For everyone (and even sometimes you) he wears a mask of a confident, arrogant leader but in those times when his mask slips you can truly see him. An affection-starved man craving any and all affection and recognition he can get. A man that just wants to be loved and seen by his father. Someone who has played a character so long that he himself doesn't know who he is. Finally, you made it to their room, knocking to the tune of ‘Shave and a Haircut.’ You can hear Sloane yell to come in, walking in you see her sitting in a chair hemming a dress. “Need any help?” you offer secretly hoping that she would say no. “Um, not at the moment but thank you,” she smiles. “You know I can't even believe it,” she confesses. “What the wedding or the end of the world?” “Oh shut up, you know what I meant. I just can’t believe I’m getting married,” she says smiling down at her dress. “I mean I always thought and dreamt of this day and now it’s finally here. Did you feel like this?” Sloane asks looking up at you like a little kid asking for their mom’s advice. “Well truth be told no, but that’s just because Ben and I aren't romantics, unlike you and Luther,” you say playfully rolling your eyes at the last part.

     “So it’s official. My ears are broken and the idiot with knives really can’t sing,” Ben says barging in on you and Sloane’s alone time, the first part making Sloane jump at his sudden appearance. “Diego. You know his name is Diego.” Caught in the middle yet again. “Maybe you should try and be nice to him and the others,” Sloane says running out of patience for Ben. “And why would I do that?” “As much as I’d love to work through your anger issues right now, I have to get back to this. The wedding is in an hour,” she exasperatedly said, patience wearing thinner by the moment. “Fei is dead,” Ben says, reminding you about half of your family being dead and you soon too. “Yeah. I know. And so are the others.” “Oh, so that's it? You’re just gonna turn your back on the Sparrow Academy? I mean you heard Dad. we have training to do. Something big is about to go down.” “Ben, shut up,” you jump in, defending Sloane. “I wish you were talking about my wedding,” Sloane says sadly. “Okay, Sloane listen to me--” “No. You listen to me. I’m sorry they didn't invite you to the bachelor party,” Sloane says ever the nicest person in the room. “I don't…I don't care about that.” “yes, you do,” you and Sloane say in sync. “You care more about being invited to the bachelor party than Fei or the others or even saving the world.” “That's--that's... That's crazy,” Ben says chuckling awkwardly and looking at the ceiling before putting the mask back on and going back to his serious leader act. 

     “Is it? The three of us have never been alone. It's always been the eight of us. Now it’s just you,” Sloane says, Ben scoffing at her. “So congratulations, Ben. you're finally number one of one.” Ben looks at you incredulously, “So you’re not a Sparrow anymore?” “Why would I wanna be one?” you say about to cry for the millionth time today. Ben’s face drops for a second, looking you directly in the eyes, sadness written all over his face. “You don't mean that,” he says quiet enough that Sloane can’t hear. “Maybe I do,” looking at him tears in your eyes. “What’s so damn special about them anyway?” Ben resumes the conversation with Sloane. “They’re a real family. They don't exist to sell action figures and tote bags.” “We were more than that,” Ben tries to defend. “Were we?” No, we weren't. We were only a thing to deter crime (which didnt work) and sell merch. Hell, my own wedding had merch. “Why is it so important to you to be a Sparrow?” that's what pushes Ben to leave, quickly he walks out the door just before trying to grab your hand and pull you along unsuccessfully.

     Time for a wedding! Dressed all fancy in a black gown that you found in one of the abandoned hotel rooms. You haven't spoken to Ben in an hour and a half, only seeing him here for the first time in that hour and a half. “What’s the deal with them?” Klaus leans to Five and asks. “I have no idea, could be because we’re all gonna die,” Five says matter of factly. Standing next to Allison, Ben walks toward you, “You look…so fucking good,” Ben says hoping to make amends. “Thank you. You look good too,” you say smiling while taking a drink of your champagne easing yourself into your night of hard-drinking. Standing next to you Ben grabs your hand and starts playing with your fingers smiling. “Hey. I love you,” he whispers, leaning into your neck causing you to smirk. “Love you too,” you say now giving him a sip of your drink. After that Luther and Viktor arrive, “I don't know. Normally, my tush looks good,” Luther says walking out of the elevator with Viktor. As soon as they walk out Allison and Viktor are already quralling. Luther whispers something to the both of them before raising his voice, saying “Bah, bah, bah! My day! Two hours. Do you think you can manage that?” Viktor replies with a ‘fine.’ 

     The elevator bell rings and everyone faces toward to elevator. The seconds that it takes for the doors to open are painstakingly long, making you anxious and excited to see your sister. This was the day she would meticulously plan out when you two were in your teens, documenting everything she wanted in a large binder down to the lighting, and now it's finally here; albeit at the end of the world and planned over a night and a few hours. Looking at her you smile, “Let’s get this over with before I die of cringe,” Ben interrupts the beautiful scene of Luther seeing Sloane in her dress and the sweet moment the two of you were sharing.

      The marriage was ordained by Klaus who gave a very eventful but meaningful officiant speech. Sitting on the left side next to Ben, you interact whenever Klaus says something that warrants it, such as him yelling “Can I get an amen?” to which everyone except Ben makes noise. Glancing towards him he's pouting again. I’m not his fucking mom, I’m not gonna babysit him the entire night. I actually want to have a good last day. “I pronounce you married as shit! Viva la apocalypse!” Klaus yells as Sloane and Luther kiss, making the tiny crowd cheer. After watching Sloane and Luther have their first dance, you start looking at the food spread; the cookies and brownies catch your eye more than the other foods. After putting the food on your plate (and grabbing a bottle of vodka) you turn around to look where to sit. You could sit with Ben and Allison and have the joy sucked out of you or Diego and Lila and have to deal with their mushy love talk or you could sit with Five, someone who you haven't gotten to know yet. 

     Sitting down across from Five he looks up from his food and nods to acknowledge you. Looking back toward Allison and Ben; the latter staring at you. “So I take it things aren't going so good with Ben and you,” Five comments chowing down on a pastry on the table and taking a looong drink. “Rather not talk about that, right now I just wanna get as fucked up as possible,” you say smirking while sitting the bottle down on the table. “Okay, I have some questions,” you say watching as Five pours himself another drink. “Are you actually like a kid or is it some time-travel fuckery?” you ask the burning question that’s been on your mind since you saw him and Ben fighting. Five goes on to explain the first apocalypse and him being stuck there for 40 years and how he’s actually a 53-year-old man. “Huh. so you’re a little old man,” you say as Viktor sits down next to you.

     Getting up from your seat after talking with your new in-laws, bottle in hand you walk toward Ben’s table and flop down in the seat next to him, setting the bottle between you two. The elevator bell chimes making everyone look over and see Reginald walking in, making the room so silent, even the music. Reginald walks over and gets himself a plate and starts looking for a seat. “What is he doing here?” Ben asks rhetorically.  “But who invited him?” “just sit and suffer with me,” Allison says making you giggle. “I can’t even get invited to a bachelor party and he’s invited to this?” “Wow. you really can't relax,” Allison comments making you giggle again. “Y/n, are you okay?” she asks, making a confused face at you now laying your head on the table. “Oh my god, how are you already drunk?” Ben asks in disbelief. “Well you see, in my grief, I perhaps stumbled upon the open bar and perhaps may have started the celebrating earlier than the rest. I mean come on, we’re on the edge of oblivion and you people expect me not to day drink,” you say smirking “And! I’m not drunk yet.” Leaning on Ben’s shoulder, you watch how awkward the wedding has become, no one making eye contact with Reggie. The awkwardness is semi-broken by Lila and Diego, Lila wanting Diego to introduce them. Watching them was nice, Lila and Reginald actually had things in common and got to talking, impressing Diego.

     After the nice moment between Lila and Reginald, Allison had gotten up leaving you and a now pouting Ben alone. Ben and you had managed to drink almost half the bottle in addition to the numerous glasses of champagne. Now you both were laying your head on the table staring at each other, Ben laying on his plate of shrimp. Klaus soon made his rounds to your table; he had been doing this all night walking from table to table and person to person trying to convince them Reggie is good now. Guess it’s our turn. “Hey, Ben-ihana and lovely little eight,” Klaus starts. “Don't hit me!” he jokes sitting down at your table. “I know we all ain’t been best buds in this timeline or whatever, but man, do I have a mission for you--” Ben interrupts him by belching verrry loudly in his face making you giggle, still laying on the table. “Eleven people,” Ben says ominously making Klaus question. “There are only eleven people left,” “Ten and a half, I’m not all here at the moment,” you say making Klaus chuckle. “Okay. Drunk Ben clearly likes numbers and… shrimp,” Klaus says still trying to recover from Ben’s shrimp burp. 

     “And you couldn't even invite me to your stupid bachelor party.” “Oh. Have we finally flicked off bad Benny’s hard candy shell?” Klaus says rubbing his arm. “Why don't you like me? Or us?” Ben asks making you move next to his shoulder, cheek touching his jacket looking at Klaus. “Because you’re huge puckering assholes.” “Okay, but you like the other Ben and y/n,” Ben says annoyed and clearly sad. “Yeah, we love the other yous,” Klaus says with a hint of sadness. “Why? What’s so special about them?” “Because he was a know-it-all. He was a scold. He was a tiny dark cloud on a perfect sunny day,” Klaus laughs after that. “What about me? What was so special about the other me?” you ask now becoming increasingly curious and intrigued. “Oh my god, they were a pain. An emo with a preference for sulking and being pretentious in a corner. Know-it-all just like Benny,” Klaus explains about you, well the other you. “Those.. those are all bad things about us,” Ben says after looking down at his shrimp. “Yeah, and they looked great on you two.” “Okay, you know what? We are so much better than that other Ben and y/n. I was number one--” “Twice,” you interject. “And-and they ripped people’s throats out.” “Oh yeah, did that all the time in my timeline. Does Dad give a shit?” Klaus says before asking Ben. “No. he was busy hanging out with you” Ben whispers poking Klaus. “Oh, man, methinks you might be trying a little too hard. Look around. Nobody’s polishing their boots or pressing their tights. We’re a complete and total shit show. Ya get it? And our Ben and y/n, my Ben and y/n, were just that kind of disaster and it made them ridiculously easy to love,” Klaus says, sighing at the thought of his deceased siblings, before getting up to leave you two alone. 

     The speeches started after Klaus left and went back to Lila and Diego’s table. Reginald was first, talking about Sloane when she was little, calling Luther adequate, and talking about how he wishes that his shortcomings will be seen only as a rough patch. “I’m proud to call you my children, even those I raised in a revenant version of myself,” Reginald continues, glancing around the room before stopping on you, making you look toward Ben in disbelief. Holy shit, the man that wouldn't even acknowledge that Ben and I are married called me his child! Reggie’s speech continues and finally ends with a poem, Allison leaves making everyone look toward the walking woman. “Makes, no sense,” Ben says still eating his many shrimp as everyone starts applauding at Reginald’s newfound kindness. “All right! All right! Time to turn those frowns upside down. This one is for all my party people in the place,” the concierge turned now wedding D.J says, as everyone gets up and starts dancing on the dancefloor. 

     Dancing around with your new family and husband felt nice, it felt like it was just a normal wedding on a normal day. After all of the fast and upbeat songs played then started the slow songs. Arms wrapped around Ben’s neck while his arms around your waist the both of you sway drunkenly together. Looking up at him, you plant a small kiss on the end of his scar making him smile, and put his face into your neck and start kissing it. “Noooo, stop,” you say smiling and pushing him away jokingly. “No, come back here,” he says pulling you back before snuggling his face back into your neck. Leaving the dancefloor you and Ben go back to your seat. While sitting and drunkenly talking Klaus shows up and the three of you start walking around the hotel property.

     Towards the end of the night Klaus, you, and Ben arrive back at the wedding noticeably more drunk than before. “Oh no no no no no!” someone shouts. “Klaus, why are you bringing Ben here?” Five asks. “Hear me out before--” “Hear him out,” you and Ben shout in sync as you take your shared cigarette away from Ben. “The brother that you all knew as Ben is gone. And not-- I don’t mean our Ben, the nice Ben. I mean this Ben, he’s gone now. The asshole, he’s gone now,” Klaus exclaims. “But that's what I liked about you, my asshole,” you say sadly looking at Ben. “Klaus, what are you talking about?” Luther asks. Klaus ignoring his question continues, “And the man that stands in front of you is new new Ben, and he’s one of us, and he’s a member of the team. And he’s part of the family!” Ben and Klaus shout the last statement in unison. “And as a welcome gift, I suggest we throw him off the roof,” Five says making you laugh. “Ha! They like me more!” you gloat at Ben. “Yeah, I’ll help,” Diego agrees with Five. “You know what. You know what. He can stay. He can stay,” Luther says. “And baby eight?” Klaus says holding your shoulders and giving puppy eyes. “They’ve been welcome to stay,” Diego says making you smile as you walk over with Klaus and Ben.

    Almost as soon as you sit down everyone starts heading to bed. Standing up you pull Ben along with you, “I’m ‘sleepy’ if you get my meaning,” you say to Ben too loudly. Taking a moment to understand what you meant, Ben then realizes it, “huh? Sleepy? But-- Oh!” he says before speed walking with you toward to elevator.

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[starscara]

THREE’S A CR0WD — heizou + kazuha

SYN0PS1S : note to self, don’t accept weed from the campus drug dealers, unless you’re up for the side affects.

C0NTA1NS : threesome, drug misuse, dirty talk, praise, dubcon, degrading, blowjobs, manhandling, creampies, bukkake, photo taking

A/N : repost bcs the first time it flopped … if you like this please like and/or reblog just to help me out because all of my kinktober posts so far are Flopping 😉 also please request for the request event!!

K1NKT0BER ‘22 — #WEEK0NE

When Heizou pushes a bag of weed into your palm, initially, you have no idea what to do with it. You could say you didn’t do drugs and successfully earn the disapproval of the school’s hottest dealers, or you could say something completely different.

“How much does this cost?”

Kazuha laughs. “Usually, it costs about a hundred.” He takes a hit of his own joint and passes it to Heizou. “But for you, it’s free of charge.”

You look down at the bag. “It’s his way of calling you pretty,” Heizou says, sliding his hand up your thigh and underneath your skirt. “Try it. You might like it.”

Spoiler alert: you did.

The drug had managed to make you feel lighter than a feather, and you liked it a lot. It heightened your senses, which meant that when Heizou’s hands slid around your waist and pulled you onto his lap, his touch was enough to set your skin on fire.

“Two hits and she’s already high,” he says, his tone practically mocking you. “Look at her Kazu-” he tilts your head towards Kazuha, “-the poor girl’s completely stoned.”

Kazuha’s laugh rings like bells in your ears. ”You’re right,” he says, scooting towards you on the couch. “So pretty,” he mumbles, slipping his hand around your neck before pulling you into a heated kiss. You moan softly as Heizou nips at your jaw, his tongue running over every love bite he scores into your skin.

You want the both of them so badly, but wouldn’t that make you a whore? You already turned up to their apartment dressed in the most revealing clothes you could find with your goal being to seduce them into fucking you silly, so technically, your goal had been achieved.

You just thought that it would be more than this.

Both Kazuha and Heizou were being ridiculously gentle with you, treating you like a porcelain doll when all you really wanted was to be destroyed. “More,” you whisper into Kazuha’s mouth, groaning when you feel Heizou’s fingers brush against your wet underwear.

“More?” he parrots, looking over at Kazuha expectantly. “Do you want us both at once?”

You nod eagerly, chewing down on your bottom lip. The buzzing in your head gets louder as Heizou sets you down gently on the couch, resting your head on Kazuha’s empty lap. You watch as he strokes his hard-on through his joggers, eyes widening as the bulge grows bigger underneath his palm.

“Are you gonna suck it for me, baby?” he asks quietly, stroking your hair. “You wanna make me feel good?” You lick your lips before making work of Kazuha’s waistband, pulling his joggers and boxers down simultaneously.

He was big; bigger than you had anticipated. You can feel Heizou watching you as you grip onto Kazuha, giving his tip kitten licks before taking it into your mouth. You look up at him innocently and he gulps, eyes fluttering shut as your tongue wraps around his shaft. “Good girl,” he breathes, Adam’s Apple bobbing as you continue to lick him up and down.

You almost choke on Kazuha when you feel Heizou’s tip poking at your dripping underwear. “Fuck, she’s so wet,” he says to nobody in particular, running his length along the soaked fabric. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

A muffled ’please’ can be heard on your end, but Heizou doesn’t take that as an answer. “Gonna need you to speak up, baby. How bad d’you want it?” He flips up your skirt and gives your ass a generous squeeze.

You lift your head off of Kazuha. “So bad!” you whine, and Heizou laughs.

“Dirty girl,” he says through clenched teeth before pushing your underwear aside and sheathing himself inside of you in one thrust that sends you flying face forward onto Kazuha’s lap. “This what you wanted, huh?”

Your groan is slurred as Heizou continues to fuck you roughly, his cock reaching the very depths of your velvety cunt. Kazuha places your hand back on his shaft, prompting you to keep pumping.

“Keep going, there’s a good girl,” Kazuha hums, stroking your hair gently. His actions were largely contrasted to Heizou, whose fingertips were dug into your hips so roughly that they were sure to leave bruises.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he growls through clenched teeth. “Once I’m done with her, you need to have a taste of this cunt, Kazuha.”

Without warning, Heizou climaxes inside of you, cursing quietly as he paints your insides white. The feeling of his warm release just about tips you over the edge too and you orgasm, muscles tensing as you grind out the waves of your sweet release.

“Having trouble over there?” Heizou’s quip is directed at Kazuha, who still hadn’t cum yet. “Looks like someone has ejaculation problems.”

Kazuha scowls. “You’re acting like you shared her fairly,” he says, seething. “The poor girl was too busy being drunk on you that she didn’t even think twice about me.” You gasp lightly when you feel his hands hook under your armpits, lifting you onto his lap.

“D’you still want more?” he whispers, just inches away from your lips. “I can make you feel good … even better than him.” He nods his head towards Heizou.

“Asshole,” Heizou hisses, bringing his cock up to your face and dragging the tip along your lips. You wrap your hand around the base and start pumping slowly, your mouth dropping open as you feel Kazuha begin to slide inside.

“Fuck,” you groan, immediately starting to bounce on Kazuha’s cock. He aids you, hands gripping onto your ass and manoeuvring you up and down. “S-so good, Kazu.”

“Yeah?” he whispers, hips stuttering upwards in time with your movements. “Tell

me how good it feels.”

“It’s so- fuck- so good!” Your voice is muffled by Heizou pushing himself into your mouth, hand pressed to the back of your head as he fucks your face loosely.

Everything about it felt good. You loved the way Kazuha held onto your ass, parting your cheeks and thrusting upwards into your drooling pussy. You loved the sight of Heizou’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fucked your mouth, soon cumming on your tongue and fucking it deeper into your throat.

You loved how immediately after Kazuha came inside you they were moving you into a new position, making you lay on your back whilst Heizou rammed into your overflowing cunt. You loved the names they called you; baby, slut, doll, whore. You loved the way they objectified you, using you for their pleasure alone.

You loved it when both men forced you onto your knees and jerked off over your innocent face, lipstick smudged and mascara running down your face as your tongue rested on your bottom lip. You loved it when they covered your face with their cum and watched it dribble down your cheeks, and you loved it when Heizou took out his phone and snapped a picture.

“Good fucking girl,” Heizou says, collecting some cum on his thumb and shoving it into your mouth. “Took both of us so well, didn’t she Kazuha?”

“Yes,” he says simply, tucking himself back into his jeans. “You should come see us for weed more often.”

In your lust drunken haze you smile. In the future, weed won’t be the only thing you’ll be getting from those two.

© ST4RSC4R4’S K1NKT0BER — do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission.

[pastery1]

Ensembles Stars Tickle Hcs (Part 8):

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A/N: Yes they r twins, but I still perfer to do them separately w/ different scenarios and shit.

Hinata Aoi:

U may think him and his brother share the same ticklishness and tickle spots, but no. He's less ticklish than his brother. His brother once tickled him bc Hinata tried to get his hoodie off his head, but it was stuck.

"Ugh. Stupid ass hoodie." Hinata struggled and fell to the floor, summoning his little(?) brother's presence.

"Hinata! R u ok?!"

"Actually can u help me, Yuta?"

"Pfft- U gotta be kidding me!" Yuta swiped the tear threatening to come out, as he took his phone out to take pictures.

"YUTA!!! Come on. Help me." Hinata couldn't see with his hoodie over his face, but he knew his damn brother got a good shot js to mock and tease him later.

"Alr, alr," Yuta walked over to the struggling twin. "What size did u even get?"

"My size? I think u messed w/ the original size when u washed it."

"I bet I did, sry. But u gotta admit, this is worth watching."

"YuuuuuTA!"

"Ok ok, I'll help."

Yuta walked over to Hinata, grabbing the hood of his hoodie, managing to pull it up over his head, but now his arms are still stuck high above his head. Even though his head is free, the hoodie is still stuck to his forehead, so there was no way he could put his arms down. He felt very, and I mean very, vulnerable.

"Can't u js hurry up and get me out of this?! Stop studying me! I'm not a test u gotta review for."

"Sry, I'm getting a lot of atempting ideas rn."

Hinata was praying to God that the "thing" Yuta was atempting to do wasn't what he was thinking.

Yuta started to grab the shoulder of his hoodie, yanking it up, until he heard an ungodly screech.

Yuta looked into Hinata's worried eyes, "Oh no, NO! Yuta, don't. I mean it-"

He was cut off by Yuta scratching the hollows of Hinata's bare armpits.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!! YUTA STOHOHOHOP! U KNOW HOW MUHUHUHUCH I HATE THIHIHIHIS!!"

"Oh, come on~ U do this to me all the time, what's so wrong w/ a little revenge every now and then. Plus I'm no where near done w/ u~"

Hinata does hate being tickled, but it won't stop him from tickling his little brother. He would occasionally tickle anyone else outside of his family if he feels like it. Though, he's gotta be close to them to tickle them. And if he catches u, don't even try to escape bc he won't let up until ur breathless and pleading for mercy. If ur lucky, maybe he'll let u go before u piss urself. (It happened once or twice w/ Yuta, what makes u think it won't happen to u?) His death spot is his armpits, and his laugh is v hyenous.

Yuta Aoi:

(Please tell me this picture looks like someone is trying to tickle him, but he's telling them no? Or smthing?!) Anyways, Yuta would always be under his older brother's clutches. Constantly too.

There once was a time where Hinata chased him around with a bug, and he wouldn't get out of the closet.

"AHHHH!! HINATA GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"

"Awww, come on. What's so wrong abt this beetle? It won't hurt u?"

Yuta managed to get into the closet closing himself in there.

"Please... Hinata... js go away w/ it."

Hearing his brother's cries, he decided playtime was over and let the beetle free outside. "Alr, Yuta. U can come out now."

"I don't believe u."

"Well open the door, so I can show u my empty hands."

There was nothing but silence on the other end, all that was audible was Yuta's v faint whimpers.

"*sigh* Look... I'm really sry that I hv been chasing u around w/ a beetle."

Still nothing.

"Yuta..." Hinata started to slide the closet door open, only for it to be slamed back shut by the other one.

"Go away."

"Fine... U leave me no choice."

Hinata slamed the door back open, to be met with Yuta's teary green eyes. "What-"

Hinata pounced on Yuta in the limited space they had, managing to straddle the younger's waist and pinning his hands above his head.

"No. Don't tickle me Hinata! I forgive u!"

"Too late now, little brother."

Hinata began to vibrate Yuta's hip bone with his index finger, like a electric toothbrush.

"U have me for the next 45 minutes."

Yuta's heart sank to his stomach. How on Earth is he gonna surviv 45 minutes if he can't even surviv 20?! Oh well, time will tell.

Yuta does hate being tickled as well, but isn't afraid to tickle his older brother every now and then as revenge for the times his older brother tickled him senseless. Unlike his brother, he doesn't like tickling anyone out side of his family persè. He js doesn't wanna tickle anyone and make them uncomfortable. His worst spot has to be his hips as shown above. His laugh is opposite from Hinata's, instead it's very childlike and sometimes it's calm.

[madamlucy]

Empty my mind

Lately I've been thinking a lot about publishing my fanfictions in English, despite the fear that it's not my born language. Therefore, I apologize if there are any errors or weird quotes. I hope you enjoy. ✨

Warnings: sexual content, masturbation, solo.

Pairing: Reader (F) thinking about someone special. Feel free to imagination 😉

If you’re not feel comfortable with sex and fluids, this is not for you 😅

Also, I’ll use my personal pics sometimes bc it’s a Leo thing 😌

I adjust myself comfortably in my bed and let my body sink into the soft pillows; my naked thighs rub against each other in search of skin-to-skin contact, the only possibility I had at the moment. I desperately want something else there.

Your mouth, kissing calmly and producing soft sounds; your nose, scraping the skin superficially and leaving me with goosebumps; your tongue, traveling several paths that make me gasp involuntarily; I'm not just wet, I'm soaked. I feel my juices surpass the barrier of the fabric of my gray mesh panties. I'm just wearing it and my sleeping tank top, in the same color. My nipples are hard, protruding from the fabric, begging to be pulled harder with all the will in the world. And so I do, I pull one out of my blouse and groan in approval. I use the same hand to pull the other one and modestly collect, with the other hand, a little bit of my arousal and use it to spread it over my clit, so that my fingers can slide in more easily. The truth is that I like to feel her getting wet, with whatever I have: saliva, cum, oil, lubricant; it gave pleasure to feel herself slipping all over.

The tips of my fingers go in and out slowly, always trying to explore deeper, opening my tender pussy like a flower in the spring morning dew, pushing aside the soft and now wet petals.

My uncovered breasts give rise to my next image: feeling your wet tongue on the tip of my nipples. I lift my head and suck my own fingers, trying to get them wet enough to simulate that, rubbing them hard, exploding with lust. The cold air hits their tips, but it doesn't last more than half an instant. Determined to have more of that sensation, I try, pathetically, to produce some saliva from the back of my throat by sticking two fingers in and feeling the end of my tongue leak out. I spit on my breast and spread a good amount of saliva, leaving it shiny and throbbing. You would love to see this scene, me lying with my legs open, just wearing my panties, awkwardly placed to the side, slowly thrusting my fingers inside me, with my breasts out, wet with my own saliva, so turgid they glistened strong against the light.

The feeling is incredible, it's like being in a free fall towards the sky. As if the floor was upside down. My chest rises and falls in an anxious sigh of lust and I try to produce the sound of your deep voice in my mind: “cum for me, my little whore”, I nod my head for nothing, and putting my fingers deeper, I feel the orgasm approaching, from the core of my soul straight to the pores on my skin, freeing me from that repression that distance placed between two bodies, but my dirty and twisted mind insisted on getting closer.

I came like a queen, like a vassal, like an animal, a praying mantis, which destroys his partner's existence after the intercourse. My mind is empty, clean, now clear and bright, like a crystal ball on some psychic's table.

Ready to be used once again.

[ghost-town-story]

(So, ASTHC is currently planned to be 5 ish sections long, so for funsies and bc this is how my brain works, here’s the beginnings and endings of the 3 middle sections)

Jasmine

I emerge into cool twilight. Through the leaves overhead, I can see the moon hanging in the sky, silver and half full. At ground level, the forest I’m in now appears near identical to the one I just left, though I’m sure if I cared at all about botany I’d be able to find some differences.

I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face as I turn towards the portal, ready to drag Jason and Alex into exploring the second they appear. The grin disappears the moment I see more forest behind me, without a trace of the portal that brought me here.

“Weird.” I retrace my steps and wave my hand through empty air, hoping it’s just invisible and I might stumble upon it. My hand passes unhindered through empty air.

A sinking feeling starts in my stomach. Even if he had hesitated, Alex should have joined me by now, and Jason shortly after him.

Unless, a little voice in the back of my head says, the portal decided to dump them elsewhere.

... I am so dead.

~

My breath catches in my throat. At the edge of the hall, half hidden in the shadows behind a pillar, is--

“Alex!”

~

Alex

Walking through the portal is like walking through a waterfall. I can feel the magic washing over my skin, cool and fluid, with a rushing sound that drowns out everything else.

The sensation only lasts for a moment. My foot hits the ground, and the fluid magic is replaced by warm air, thick with the scent of damp moss and budding flowers.

I take a few steps forward so Jason won’t run into me, then I pause and turn, searching for Jazz. “Where are you Jazz?” I ask.

The only answer I receive is crickets chirping and the sound of a river or stream some ways away.

“Jazz?” I turn my head, listening for any sign of my cousin. “Jasmine Marie, quit playing games!”

But even as I call for her, my heart begins to sink. Jazz might be the most impulsive person I’ve ever met, but even she wouldn’t wander far without me and Jason right behind her. That, plus the fact that Jason still hasn’t followed me, leads me to a terrifying conclusion.

I’m all alone.

~

A figure comes stumbling out of the wreckage. Blood runs down his forehead, there’s scrapes along his arms and bruises already forming, but even at this distance I can recognize him.

Jason tumbles his way free of the ship and waves his hand. The fire winks out of sight, the only evidence left behind being the blackened forest and still groaning metal wreck behind him. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then he grins at us.

“Hey.”

~

Jason

The moment I step through the portal, I know something is wrong. There’s no sight of either Jazz or Alex on the other side. Jazz, I’m not halfway surprised. But I know Alex, and at least he would insist on waiting for me to join them before beginning to explore.

I turn in a slow circle, taking in my surroundings. I’ve emerged into another forest, but instead of the late spring I left behind, it’s the middle of autumn here. The leaves around me are a striking medley of reds and oranges and golds, and when the wind blows, they flutter like the heart of a flame. If I weren’t so worried about Alex, the sight would be enchanting.

My survey of the area also reveals no sign of the portal I came through. My mouth goes dry at the realization.

“Alex?” I call, in the vain hope that just maybe they’re hiding out of sight. “Jazz?”

The breeze is the only thing that answers me, rustling through the leaves. I’m on my own, lost in some strange world with no way home and no idea where either Alex or Jazz ended up.

I’m going to kill Jazz when I find her.

~

“Alright.” I slide into the pilot’s chair. Out of the corner of my eye I see Jazz and Alex settling down. Jazz has that familiar sharp, hungry look she gets when adventure is at hand. Alex’s knuckles are white against the arms of his seat.

I give him a reassuring nudge and shoot Jazz a grin, then press the button to start the ship’s engines. “Let’s see how this girl flies.”