#i also licked it and went wow! my tongue went numb! try it!

[waitineedaname]

I am the world's most unbalanced dnd character. All my stats are in charisma and intelligence and nothing else

[kiridarling]

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

eijirou kirishima | f!reader, DARK CONTENT, drugging, noncon, but also the reader isn't not into it bc like...i have my limits okay, talk of vomit for a sec (no actual vomit), degradation, bondage, size kink, hair pulling, ripping clothes, slut-calling once or twice. minors dni!

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"'S this what you need, Sweetheart? Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

"See somethin' you like, Sweetheart?"

"U-Um," you flush a deeper red than the stranger's hair and pray he can't see it under neon red lights. Either way, you've been caught red-handed, and recoil. "Sorry."

The stranger's crimson eyes soften before relaxing into a kind smile, and he lifts a dismissive hand. "I was just messing with you! That's on me."

He lifts a hand to scratch the back of his head and the smile grows wider, displaying the rows of predatory sharp teeth that shouldn't look as gentle as they do. You relax in the seat to his right, immediately turning to the bartender to order a funny named a drink. The redhead raises an eyebrow, leaning his arm on the counter.

"A Stranger Danger?" He nearly deadpans.

"Club Special," you shrug. You've never been particularly great at holding your alcohol, but this drink provides just enough punch for a buzz, aka what you need to get through the night. The bartender slides over a tall, rose-dyed wine glass without another word.

"Eijirou Kirishima," the stranger says with his sharp teeth, offering a large hand to shake. He looks comical next to you, all hunched over the neon bar while you sit up straight for your head to reach his shoulder, and as you take the handshake, can't help but notice how his palm eats yours like it's nothing.

"Y/N," you smile. His hand lingers before it pulls away, and he tells the bartender he'll have what you're having.

"So," Eijirou starts once his order has been placed. "You come here often?" You snort at the cheesy line, and the way Eijirou smirks implies he knows just how cliché it is.

"Sometimes," you shrug vaguely. The club's fairly new, so it's not as if you can say you've been going here for years. You lift the drink to your lips, the sugar-crusted rim tickling the corners of your mouth. "You?"

He shrugs, "When I want to get out."

You nod at that and offer him your glass with a raised eyebrow. Eijirou shakes his head, lifting a glass of his own. Your nose scrunches.

"Beer?"

He takes a sip before answering, lips white from the foam before his tongue licks them over, "Stella Artois. Want some?"

Your eyes shift between your dainty glass and his not-so-dainty one before you snort, "I'll pass."

Eijirou shrugs, reclining back in his seat and beer in hand, "Suit yourself."

You pat your back pocket for your phone, but when you realize there's a loss of weight on one side, you pat your right buttcheek to realize you left your wallet in the car. Fuck.

"Uh, hey," you say, knocking the redhead on the shoulder. You figure he's trustworthy enough, and the bartender always keeps an eye out for you anyway. "I'll be right back—left my wallet in the car."

Eijirou nods at that as you push away from the counter practically shaking your head at how distracted you can be sometimes. Seriously, your wallet?

At least the bartender didn't ask for your ID. Yikes.

You slam the car door shut with a huff, wallet finally in hand as you trudge back to the bar. When you return, Eijirou's got the beer lifted to his lips and greets you with a small wave as you sit down.

"Long time no see."

You giggle while grabbing your glass by the neck. As the club starts to fill out, you begin to shrink into your shell—throwing the entire drink down the hatch fixes you right up, though.

"Oh wow okay, looks like we're just going for the whole thing, then," Eijirou chuckles as he takes a much more civilized sip of his. You smack your lips with a satisfied aah.

"Gotta get the buzz going somehow," you wink, before getting comfortable in your seat. Alcohol warms your veins already, prompting your body to start pulse in time with the bass of the music. Eijirou smiles, watching you.

"You like this song?" he asks softly, before adjusting so you're both sat the same way—elbows and backs against the counter, facing the club and all its chaos. You shrug.

"I guess. I've never heard it 'till now."

He tosses his head back onto his muscled shoulders in a chuckle, and you watch the entire act in slow motion. The glint of his teeth in the neon lights, how his chest balloons and quivers under the weight of a bellow. You find yourself staring much harder than you intend to, but he doesn't seem to notice, eyes locked on the dance floor.

"Touché, touché," he says upon recovery. The alcohol in your veins turns to syrup and time starts to blur more than you're used to it being, body so light and weightless you have to pat the chair to make sure you aren't floating. That usually doesn't happen.

"You okay?" Eijirou frowns when you falter. You pull a smile and nod.

"Mhm," you say, though silently panicking when you feel like you're falling out of your seat. You grip the countertop just in case. "Mhm, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow, "You sure?"

"Yeah," you nod, before clearing your throat. Your body flashes hot then cold, and you wonder if you shouldn't have taken that drink down like you did. "I'm um—I'm going to go to the bathroom, one sec."

You're unsure if Eijirou says something as you leave because you pour all your energy into stumbling across the obnoxiously loud club, filled with too much bass and pandemonium for your liking. You're suddenly overwhelmed by everything and your esophagus goes numb at the thought of vomiting, but you make it to the singles bathroom just in time to shut the door and control your goddamn stomach.

With a sigh, you rest your head against the cool sink. The incessant buzz of the overhead lights is much, much better.

You take a deep breath and flick on the sink. Ensuring it's as freezing as it can possibly go, you launch some into your face. You don't even consider ruining the amount of work that went into your outfit today, because ultimately you aren't sober enough to give a shit, blinking back at your reflection to find it fairly blurry. You nearly stumble and fall, but your vice grip on the counter keeps you alive.

"You okay?"

The second you step back into the noisy club, Eijirou's there—with his sweet sharp-toothed smile, he's posted next to the bathroom door and you find yourself grappling his jacket for stability.

"Whoa—Careful now," He chuckles at your sloppiness with a lifted eyebrow. You blink once, twice—the spots floating in your line of vision don't disappear. His hands snake around your waist to keep you from falling and eating shit, and you dig your forehead into his muscled chest.

"Gotta—I gotta go home."

"Okay," Eijirou soothes softly upon realizing how utterly shit-faced you are. "How'd you get here?"

"Walked," you groan and nearly cry, looking up at him with a pout. Eijirou coos.

"Well, no offense but I don't think you're good to walk on your own, Sweetheart."

His voice is heady with something you can't quite recognize, but it's comfortable, and you melt into his chest with a weak nod.

"Mhm."

"Can I help you home?" He offers with a kind smile. You nod, fists gripping his shirt in tufts.

"Yes please."

"Oop—careful."

"I am al—hic—always so fu—fucking careful," you slur. Your body has gone so numb that Eijirou gave up and resorted to carrying you bridal style the rest of the way instead. But he has to set you down so you can stuff your keys in the door, but you can't even do that right.

"Need me to do it?"

"No!" You puff your cheeks, trying twice more before you successfully get it in the keyhole. "'Mma strong independent woman who don' nee' no mahn."

Eijirou chuckles, and using his big shoulder, opens the door to chauffeur you inside. Neither of you get very far, maybe halfway to your room, before your legs give out and the only thing that saves you is the hand on your waist.

"Down this hall?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nod so profusely it gives you a temporary headache.

You blink and you're in your bedroom, your front hitting the sheets with a soft thump. Huh. Maybe he carried you the rest of the way. With a face full of pillows, you groan at the new and improved position as you feel the bed dip behind you, and Eijirou grab both of your wrists.

"You're so cute, you know that?"

Something soft and silk ties your fists behind your back. You recognize the material as the belt from your robe, tossed carelessly on your bed during the chaos that ensues every time you get ready for the club. It's not until you try to pull your hands apart that you realize they're tied tight.

"Pulling is only going to make it tighter," Eijirou says with an absentminded sigh, like he's done this before, and trepidation spikes in your chest once he raises your hipbone and slides a pillow underneath to angle them, the only way you could break free—especially with the new grip on your hips.

"Ei—" you try to squirm, legs kicking blindly into the space behind you, but once he seizes your thighs he's sitting on your calves to keep you in place. There's the undeniable sound of cloth ripping and your behind is suddenly met with cool air, prompting a shiver or two.

"Eijirou, what are yo—"

You're interrupted by a stinging slap to your ass and a growl. "Don't tell me I gotta gag your pretty mouth too, Sweetheart."

His voice is low and sharp with a threat, his grip tightening around your thighs.

"You're soaked already? Fuck...and I bet you taste so sweet too..." he bites back a groan in thought, sliding a finger down your slit.

He clicks his tongue but it's damn near mocking. You gasp as he fills you with two large fingers instead of one, body tensing as the alcohol-induced numbness fades in favor of amplified arousal. Eijirou chuckles at your reaction.

"Taking it so well already," he purrs, hand caressing the crest of your ass. In your defense, there isn't much you can do but take it. Ah-ah, Sweetheart—Speak up for me."

"O-Ow," you hiss when your head is wrenched. upwards via your hair to expose your broken moan. Eijirou's grip only tightens after you complain, and you can feel his hot breath ghost the base of your neck. His thumb finds your clit and doesn't move, it just sits there as heavy weight—and it's just as frustrating as it is teasing.

"Ei," you rasp into the pillow, voice hoarse and thick. "I nee—fuck, more—"

"More?" He chuckles derisively, shaking his head with a tut. "Two fingers and you want more? Fuckin' slut."

Each word is loaded with something pitifully mocking and if you were in any other position you would've curled a lip and spat back. But that's a little hard with your face in the pillow and Eijirou's weight above you, isn't it? You shake your head against his fist until he lets go in favor of crackling a solid hand against your ass.

"Oh, you like that, don't you Sweetheart?" He grunts and his fingers increase in speed, the lewd squelch bounces off the walls of the bedroom and echoes in your head in the most insulting way. "My fingers fill you up that good?"

"Y-Yeah, I—" you choke around drool that gathers in the corners of your mouth and shake under his palm. "Fuck me Ei, I nee—"

The quick spank cracked against your ass shakes you from your thought process. "Dirty fucking girl—you really so desperate to let a guy you just met fuck you like this? So goddamn easy."

But he's removing his fingers regardless, stuffing them between your swollen lips as he assumes the space behind you. You hear the quiet fumble of his belt and the run of his zipper, before you feel his hot cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

Eijirou pushes in with a groan, his free hand finding your hips to keep them in place. Your legs thrash as he fills you up with a pleasurable burn, and by the time he bottoms out, you're positive he's filling you up all the way to your lungs.

"Fucking hell," he heaves above you, and the fingers in your mouth disappear to grasp the sheets. You shake along with him, back straightening in a poor attempt to alleviate the burn—and he barely gives you a second to breathe before he's pulling out and slamming back in.

"Fuck!"

You jump each time the head of his cock rams against your cervix, feet scrambling in a poor attempt to escape. Eijirou growls and puts all of his weight in his hips to ensure you'll stay still, a big hand smushing your face into the sheets.

"Sing for me, Sweetheart—I wanna hear ya."

Your voice cracks as Eijirou speeds up, simply using you for his own pleasure—but maybe that's what excites you the most.

"Ei—"

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart?" He spits, and you can feel the sweat dripping from his shoulders onto your exposed back. "Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

You whimper uselessly and nod, but Eijirou growls, yanking your head up for a proper answer.

"I said, don't you?"

"Fuck I—" he hikes your hips even higher for a better angle and gets one, the head of his cock forcing a scream out of your lungs as you yelp, "I do!"

"'Course you do," he chuckles, and drops your head back onto the pillow, "'Course you fuckin' do—"

"Ei-Eiji—" you gasp like you've been underwater forever. "I can't, I nee—"

"Dumb little baby can't even speak," he coos, before his hand finds the sides of your neck and squeezes. "What? Whadd'ya need, Sweetheart?"

And honestly, you're not completely sure what you need, you just know you're chasing after *something—*and Eijirou's got you sprinting after it while you melt into the sheets into a hot, gooey mess. You think the split ends of EIjirou's hair ticking the back of your arms, but you aren't sure. The only thing you are sure of is the burn between your legs and the feeling of being very, very close.

"'Mma cum!" You squeal, the vein in the side of your neck bulging. Eijirou grunts and slides a calloused hand under your stomach to play with your clit, hissing as you squeeze around him.

"Awe, the little slut's gonna cream all over my cock?" He coos, and you're positive his hips speed up just a bit. The grip on your neck slides to the hands tied behind your back for leverage. "Yeah she fuckin' is—I can see your eyes rolling back already."

And he's right, because the weight of your orgasm knocks the wind out of your lungs and your lips round to form and 'o'. You couldn't say if you screamed or not, as the ringing in your ears peaks with your orgasm. The only reason you know Eijirou finishes is because his hips stutter to a stop while you lay face down in the pillow, heart thrumming against your ribcage.

"Hey, you okay?" Eijirou nearly scrambles to get your back on your chest. You know this type of thing gets him nervous, but he does it oh so well, and there isn't much you can do but smile at the ceiling lazily.

"You just railed me into the sheets and you're asking if I'm fine?" You snort at your boyfriend's frazzled appearance—and the afterglow doesn't help, his chili red hair sticking in every other direction except the one it's supposed to.

"Yeah," Eijirou doesn't even hesitate and then gives you a quick peck on the lips. His voice edges on a petulant whine as he says, "I was rough, Sweetheart."

"Because I asked you to be," you quirk an eyebrow and finally, the redhead stumbles to your joint bathroom butt naked. "And don't forget to wet the towel this time!

A little shuffling in the bathroom, and then:

"That was one time!"

"And my vag will never recover!" You holler back. Eijirou just snorts before the white noise of a running sink takes possession of the conversation, and you scoot to the section of your shared bed that isn't soiled with a sigh.

You roll onto your side and come face to face with a framed selfie of you and Eijirou on your first date. Next to that one is first anniversary, second anniversary, third...

Now you're edging on the fifth, comfortable enough where he's walking around with his soft dick out and you've given up in swatting at his hands every time they grab for your tits. You two are comfortable—this is comfortable.

Eyeing the bathroom door, you still hear running water. Sneakily, you reach for the drawer where Eijirou keeps the the ring he doesn't know you know he hides. But frankly, you're the only one who cleans this goddamn house, so it wasn't like you weren't going to find it. You open the red velvet box to blink down at a diamond ring, thumb caressing gem. It glimmers even when the lights are low, and you can't help but be jealous of it—which is silly. You know it'll be yours anyway. The ring is always smoother than you expect it to be, but that thought doesn't last long, because you quickly toss it back into Eijirou's drawer and assume a less suspicious position upon hearing the sink turn off.

"What?" he asks with a small grin as he walks in with a wet towel in hand. "You're giving me that weird look again."

You snort, rolling your eyes before adjusting so you face the ceiling again. Spreading your legs, you demand, "'S nothing. Now clean me up, big boy."

Eijirou huffs at that but he assumes the space between your legs with a light blush. You smile.

He'll do it. When he grows the balls.

[osakunt]

Hello cutie < 3

I'd like to request dentist!reader x gojo in a modern au. Gojo would wince bcz of cavities he tried to hide but reader-chan noticed it and forced him to follow her. Make it fluffy and suggestive please 🥺

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➬ 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

➬ The only cutie here is you 😘 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜'𝗺 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼

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Gojo winces at the pain that surges off his molar. It had been three days now that this same pain would come and go. Not only would it come and go but when he ate he felt something off. For some reason he had to chew carefully and sometimes even chew on the other side of his mouth.

He went into the bathroom as soon as he felt the pain and took his phone - turning on the flashlight, he flashes his phone into his mouth in front of the bathroom mirror. As soon as the light was on that one specific molar, he noticed a crack but didn’t notice the cavity that was lying there.

After that day he was good at hiding his reactions but one day when he felt a crumb seep into the crack of his molar - he winced so hard that you noticed and asked it he was okay. “Hmm ? Yea I’m fine baby don’t worry” “…huh ? Is that so ….Mk then…. Uh want some of my air head strips” you offer trying to prove something in your head.

Just as you thought, Gojo did get any of your sour strips. All he did was eye them with eagerness but his pulsing tooth told him otherwise. “HMMM ?! You saying no to candy ? Baby somethings wrong, tell me” you pick at the situation waiting for him to come clean about the cavity you were sure he had.

“No it’s just ….. my stomach hurts” he says getting nervous at the way you raise an eyebrow.

Getting up from your rolling chair in the receptionist area you make your way to his lap. “Aw baby your tummy hurts. I’m sorry about that. Now let’s tell the truth, okay ?” You loop your arms around his neck while he wraps his around your waist to settle you in his lap.

“It’s the truth though”

“Toru, I’ve noticed that you’ve been eating on your left side more than on your right. Not only that but you also have been avoiding candy for a week and eat snacks once in a while” you say grabbing the bag of ruffles from his hands.

You peck his lips before getting off of him and calling one of the dental assistants to set up a room for you. “Dr. L/n !!” Another dentist in the building calls you into another room “What’s wrong Megumi !!” “I found Gojo’s X- rays …. From five years ago….it’s time for new x-rays !!!” “Wow yeaaa imma need you to follow me” you say grabbing his hand not listening to him make up excuses.

“This won’t hurt, right ?” Gojo asks as you put sit him down with all supplies that were needed to take an x-ray of his mouth. “No. You’ll be fine” you smile walking out then pushing a button to the machine.

Now sitting on a a chair, reclined back and a light to his face - Gojo can’t help but feel anxious. “Y/n, baby I won’t get hurt, correct ?” “No you’ll be totally fine” you smile down at him. Pulling out the sharp utensils to scrape and the mirror, he freaks out grabbing your hand as a reflex. “SATORU I’M SERIOUS ! Chill out. Look at the cavity right there” you point to the computer screen with his new X-rays.

“I can live with it” “no you can’t” “yes I can” “No. you. can’t.” You push him down on the chair finding a way to get into his mouth. After wrestling with him, Gojo gives up and let’s you do your job. Moving on to the cleaning part he was content with the flavor of the paste you used and kept licking away any his tongue found.

Things took a turn when you left the room for a few minutes and came back with a tray full of things you’d need to treat Gojo’s cavity. The silvery needle with numbing in it , is what took him out. The chair he was in was no longer reclined which gave him the advantage of hopping out of it and dashing to the door but you were quicker to get to the door and block the door way so he wouldn’t leave.

“You never said anything about needles y/n”

“Yes I did !! I literally told you how the procedure would go !!”

“I Thought you were just going to rub something on my gums to numb them !”

Trying not to laugh at him you call yourself down and sigh rubbing the inner part of your eyes with your hand. “Satoru, sweetheart. It’s with a needle”

“Y/n….I’ll come back later”

“No it’s fine. Help me get this one back in the chair and get him numbed up” you give Choso pleading eyes.

To both yours and Choso’s surprise, Gojo was now calm thanks to the gas hall put him in to relax him. “Pass me the needle with the filling in it. We should be done after this” “I just hope the gas laughing gas doesn’t wear off before we finish. It’s tiresome to wrestle a grown ass man” you two laugh finishing up before anything could wear off.

Laughing and cuddling up to you - Gojo slurs his words still under the effects of the gas “Choso looks good in his dentist attire…like dang sir” Gojo whisper pet to you then leaves a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“I guess he does. Let’s get you in the car. You’ll start feeling a bit of pain after the this bitch you’ll be fine” putting an arm over your shoulder and grabbing his waist, you support your boyfriend up.

“Bye guys I’ll see y’all Monday” you wave to the others as they wave back with a small smile wishing you luck with the lanky motherfucker with you.

Walking into your shared apartment you settle Gojo down on the couch and next to him you sit down hearing him giggle. “Still under the influence, I guess” you talk to yourself looking over at him.

“Y/n……y/n….love- I don’t feel pain !” The silence is broken and you look up from your phone seeing Gojo straighten up. It had been a few minutes since you two got home and the laughing gas was now out of Gojo’s system. “You fixed me- wait I wanna see” your boyfriend rushes to the bathroom mirror to once again look at his mouth with the help of his phone’s flashlight.

[curly-bangtan]

Heatwave Drabble #1: That Night in Mykonos

[Heatwave // Godless] [Drabble Masterlist]

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: That one not-so-forgotten filthy drunken night in Mykonos that you and Taehyung never speak about again. For good reason.

Genre: drabble, smut

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do it), beach sex, oral (m/f), taehyung’s tongue technology, dom!Tae, daddy kink, exhibitionism kink, facial (lol oop), cumplay, spanking, degradation if you count slapping your face with his dick, may make you fall in love with this couple even more soz

Word count: 6k (why am i incapable of making even a drabble short and quick?)

A/N: As per highly requested… :) If you’ve randomly stumbled upon this, definitely read Heatwave first to understand the plot.

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The gentle washing of the waves sings a lullaby to your ears. You have always loved the sound of the ocean, so serene, yet holding so much power. Wiggling your toes, you watch the minute grains of sand trickle off your feet like a waterfall. Nonchalant, you take a swig of cider, its fruity acidity burning a bittersweet trail down your throat.

‘Man, I fucking love Mykonos.’ Taehyung slurs beside you, tipsy from his fourth bottle of beer he’s clutching like a trophy.

‘Thank you again for bringing me here, Taehyung.’

The two of you are sat on a towel by the beach, watching the moon paint its own reflection in the water. Sky crystal clear, as it is every single night here in Greece, the constellations hanging over your heads set a tranquil tone to the last evening of your trip.

‘Hey, what did I say? Stop thanking me. Now you have to finish your drink.’ Playfully, he flicks the tip of your nose in reprimand.

Grinning, you roll your eyes but follow his stupid rule. Not that you can’t hold your liquor, but this is your seventh drink, and you’re starting to feel it pulsating up to your head.

‘No, but you were right.’ Words tumble out of his pretty lips that you can’t help but admire. ‘It was a good call not to go out tonight. If we actually went hard at VOID, our flight tomorrow would be hell.’ He is referring to the club you have been religiously visiting almost every night this week. ‘This is much better. Nice and chill.’

With a mighty sigh, he falls onto his back, head hitting the edge of the towel, narrowly missing sand invasion in his hair. Rolling your empty bottle away, you join beside him.

‘This has to be the weirdest but also best holiday of my life.’ You ruminate. The stars are shining particularly bright tonight, you wonder if they know it’s your last night here and want to bid farewell.

The chesty chuckle Taehyung lets out reverberates into you. ‘Definitely the weirdest.’ He turns his head to face you. ‘I can’t believe I’m in Mykonos with this random chick I met in the club, who offered to rent me her place, so I guess she’s now my roommate, when this whole trip was planned to be a surprise for my girlfriend who had been cheating on me for months.’

Taehyung is especially chatty and vivacious when drunk, you’ve noticed from the past few days. Normally he’s laid back, spaced out even. But give him some booze, and all his emotions and thoughts cartwheel out of him. Though you’re only beginning to know him, he’s immensely interesting, you can tell he holds so many layers to him that requires inquisition over time.

‘Wow, random chick from the club? Bitch, you ripped out my hair.’ You laugh and smack at his chest, hand lingering for a little too long.

Wait, chest smack? Why are you using your classic move on him?

You’re a flirt, you can’t help it. The cider’s doing its thing, you guess.

‘Man, I’m so sorry about that, you have no idea how awful I felt.’ He inches closer to you until his head is rested upon your shoulder. Right, he’s also especially touchy when drunk. Anyone who walks past right now could mistaken you as close friends, when in reality, you’ve known each other no more than a month.

To be completely fair, you have spent everyday of this said month together since that club night, helping him move in and unpack, and now travelling together. You guess you’re kind of friends now.

‘These past few weeks have been so crazy. I was just trying to have a good night out when a wild Kim Taehyung appeared and somersaulted into my life. And now we’re lying by the Mediterrenean sea together, tanned and drunk.’ His hair is tickling your neck so you push it away. Your fingers brush against his forehead and he hums at the contact.

‘But hey, on a serious note, hand on heart,’ Taehyung gazes up at you, ‘I’m so glad I got to do this with you. You are one of the coolest people I know, and I wouldn’t have wanted to come here with anyone else. Not like I have anyone else right now… My ex can go fuck herself, or fuck Jimin. I have a bigger dick anyway.’

You sit up, choking on your laughter. Out of the blue, he’ll always hit you with these one-liners that are absolutely pure gold. ‘Okay, Mr. I’ve-Fucked-Nine-Girls-This-Week.’

Pride beaming from his smile, he tugs you back down beside him. ‘Hey, I was in a relationship for three years, I need this. Miss I-Had-A-Threesome-With-Two-Guys-On-Our-First-Night.’

The two of you splutter your drunken giggles. The two guys were Italian, come on, how could you have passed up on the opportunity?

Despite the time of evening, the breezes that gust pass are humid. The temperature is perfect, actually, no sun blazing down to melt you into puddles. You’re probably too drunk to appreciate this moment but one day you’ll look back at this night cherishingly, you hope.

‘You’re right. I’m glad I came with you, Taehyung.’ It’s your turn to look at him. ‘I’ll get such an earful from Lotta when I get back but it’s all worth it. I can’t believe we got away with half of the things that we did!’

‘I know right?’ His arm feels particularly warm against you. It may be the alcohol working its magic but his voice sounds so deep and mellow tonight, like dark chocolate dissolving in your mouth. ‘The way they upgraded our room to a premium when we pretended to be a couple on our honeymoon.’

The memory is fuzzy but fond in your inebriated mind. ‘You’re welcome. I’m a master bullshitter.’

‘We even got that couple’s spa treatment and free wine and dine night.’

To be completely honest, it wasn’t difficult pretending to be loved up newly-weds. A lot of that affection you were displaying towards Taehyung wasn’t fake; he’s this perfect specimen of a man, gorgeous face, toned body, captivating personality, quirky humour - anyone’s dream boyfriend, really. You’ve tried to tone your attraction to him down, you can’t be lusting over your new roommate after all. Things would get too messy. But it was just for fun anyway, there’s no harm in a few pretend embraces and neck kisses to get those couple’s perks.

You’re just friends.

Though a part of you envies the nine girls he’s slept with this holiday, because you’ve seen the outline of his bulge in his swim trunks and Holy Shit… But as much as you like to fuck around, there’s a clear line that separates roommates and guys you bang. Those are two mutually exclusive groups of people in your life, the Venn Diagram does not intersect.

‘Hey, you wanna go for one last swim?’ You’re pulled from your thoughts by Taehyung’s suggestion.

It’s a bad idea, swimming this late at night, having downed a few bottles. But when has your inner conscience ever stopped you from doing what you want?

‘’Course.’ He is already removing his shirt as he stands, and you can all but ogle at the muscle of his moonlit back as you reply.

Following his action, you turn away from him and peel off your shorts that have stuck to your skin from sitting for so long. Are you perhaps trying to tempt him with the view of your bent over ass? Hmm, possibly… He does pay an awful lot of attention to your rear every time you wear these shorts... Carelessly flinging your top onto the rest of your things, you spy him staring at you in your periphery, hands stuffed into his shorts pockets. You adjust the pad of your bikini top, perhaps more dramatic than you needed to.

A smirk plays at your mouth. Why are you trying to get his attention?

Feet sinking into the soft sand, you pad after him towards the calm beckoning water. Your head is feeling hazy from the ciders, and when you spot the lazy smile he’s wearing, you know it’s hitting him too. Gazing up at the moon, you realise you feel blue. Not blue in a sad melancholic sense. But blue as in cool, relaxed, heart-at-peace blue; you’re going for one last night swim in the most beautiful country with your handsome new roommate, blue. A hint of romantic lyricism. Maybe.

‘I’m really gonna mis- Taehyung!’ You screech into the quiet night when he all of a sudden picks you up and carries you bridal-style into the sea.

And tosses you into the water.

Arms flailing midair, you’re catapulted into the waves like a pebble. The cold hits your curled spine first, harsh and shocking. Then it detonates within you, a volcano of ice numbing all your senses and aching your bones.

When you find your bearings and gasp up for air, you see him, ocean up to his knees, head whipped back in laughter, clutching his tensing core, eyes pinched into crescents as the most warming sound leaves his mouth.

‘You piece of shit!’ You lunge for him, but your limbs feel heavy in the water, restricting the power of your attack that he dodges so effortlessly.

But you don’t give up so easily. Tide washing you towards him, you launch yourself again, saltine droplets splattering all over his face. Resigning, Taehyung lets you drag him by the hand away from the shore, waddling clumsily against the stubborn current that’s determined to push you back to the beach.

‘Dick and balls, it’s freezing.’ He heaves.

‘Wuss. You’re not the one who got dunked.’ The chill is licking at your skin, seeping into your hair that splays out in floating silk tendrils. You’ve stopped walking on the sand now, instead spreading onto your front and allowing your swimming arms and paddling legs to move you.

Water up to his chest, you see the goosebumps rise on his blue-bronze unsullied skin, star-freckled sea reflecting wavering diamond silhouettes onto his chiseled front. Following the defined protrusion of his salient collarbones, then the sleek inward curve of his neck, your gaze arrives at his face. His strong brow never fails to strike you; tongue loitering out between his folded lips; brown tufts of salt-kissed, breeze-licked hair a mess but a masterpiece still. Eyes painted with a warm summer glimmer, sapphire and still, he observes you from where he stands.

The fluttering in your heart is now indistinguishable from your shivering due to the wet cold.

‘Come on, let’s swim out a bit further.’ He nods to the open ocean, refusing to spare you from his pinning stare.

Body heavy from the alcohol, the cold and simply your lethargism, you dive below the surface. With your water-blurred vision, you swim after his slow walking legs, bubbles you release tickling your face. You grapple onto his ankle, hear his muffled yelp and stifle a mischievous giggle.

Launching off the sand bed, you lurch up to the surface, inhaling sharply at your first breath of air. You push your hair back to see Taehyung regard you with a mystical expression.

‘It’s too deep here,’ you whine, ‘I can’t touch the floor.’ Not particularly athletic, treading water in order to stay afloat is wearing you down.

‘Hold on to me then, midget.’ He chuckles and holds out his hand which you quickly grab onto. With the stability he provides, you pull yourself up his arm like a buoy line and perch your elbow on his shoulder.

Which draws you unexpectedly close to his face. Nose mere inches from his chin. You smell his familiar honey musk.

Unfazed by your proximity, his arm circles behind you before landing one your waist, the warmth of his touch blooming like flowers on your skin. Why does his hand feel so nice on you? Why can’t you stop staring at him?

‘Better?’ Vibrations of his throat hum into your core.

‘Thanks.’ Your poise on his shoulder is sliding so you snake your arm around his neck, hoisting your body up against his. The contact snaps a cord inside you, sensation of him tingling everywhere you touch.

‘You’re such a little princess.’ He rolls his eyes theatrically in feign mockery, but his smirk betrays his mirth.

‘Shut up, you love it.’ This playful banter weighs heavy in your chest, constricting it, winding it. Because if it were anybody else, it would be flirting... Or maybe you are flirting with him right now. You’re not sure anymore.

A droplet of water is trickling along the edge of his jaw, your focus is transfixed at its smooth descent to his chin. Your bodies are bobbing with the calm waves, up, down, up, down. Then your eyes lock and-

Fuck.

You want him.

You really fucking want him.

Right now.

Right here.

Taehyung’s glare sears a mark in you, and it’s burning like the flames of hell all the way down to your sex. With the side of his finger, he doesn’t need to so much as touch you to tip your head up his way because that’s how willing you are. One tilt, that’s all it takes to kiss him right now. His fingers are sinking into your tender waist, and immediately you wonder how they must feel inside you.

‘I do love it.’ He slides his cheek against yours and traces the bridge of your nose with the tip of his.

And then.

You taste the sea on his lips, salt and cold. It feels like diving into the ocean, plunging into the deep blue and simply allowing your body to be swept away. His kiss is greedy, hungry, willing you to submit to him and follow his lead. And in your intoxicated state, you do so.

Legs wrapping around his torso in the water, his hands caress up your thighs to your ass, digging into your plump flesh with an ardour that releases a damp arousal from your slit. Your own fingers grope down his chest and toy with his hair, scratching and tugging. When he nibbles on your bottom lip and you know that you’re done for. You melt like putty in his control, meeting his tongue with a soft obedience you don’t normally exert.

‘Taehyung.’ You gasp into his mouth.

‘I’m all yours tonight, baby.’ is all he says before diving back into you. Those words sends the possessive animal in your mind wild with satisfaction. Because yes, he better fucking be all yours tonight.

Kissing Taehyung feels different. Perhaps it’s because of the build up of tension you have been harbouring these past few days. Or maybe it’s the thrill of knowing that you shouldn’t be doing this, the thrill of doing the forbidden. Or rather, it’s the way he wields his dominance over you so ferally and fervently, like he’s been waiting for as long as you have to do this.

Kissing Taehyung is teeth and tongue.

Kissing Taehyung is salt and the midnight breeze.

Kissing Taehyung is blue. The kind of blue you see only in the hottest of flames.

When you feel his stiff length poke underneath you, your cunt is set ablaze with desire. Desire to sink down onto him this instant and have him pound into you amidst the ocean until you both feel faint. Desire for him to break you in half with all his might, make your eyes water with from the pleasure he stabs into you.

Slowly he begins to walk you back to the shore, gripping your legs around his waist as you lock your arms around his neck. Lips never leaving each other longer than a second to breathe.

His ravenous mouth travels down to your breasts, and he doesn’t hesitate to devour them from your bathing suit, suckling angry red marks down your cleavage and around your nipples. Though clothed, the prominence of his cock burrows between your wide open entrance, rubbing against your bikini-clad clit and making you thrust your hips further into him.

Feverish from his touch, you don’t realise you’re on land until he gently falls onto his knees and carefully places you on the towels below him. Too drunk to even care if anyone else is on the beach, not that there was before you got in the water, you pull him by the neck onto you.

As he kisses a torching trail down your wet body, your mind is somewhere else, in a heaven that worships Taehyung. Hands kneading your exposed breasts, the wisp of his breath tingles down your navel, tying a knot in your core. With his teeth, he obscenely tugs loose the string that ties your bikini bottom together. The fabric falls loose lifelessly, revealing your soaking cunt, shimmering with want for him.

‘So wet.’ He muses as he kisses your pelvic bone, finger stroking up your slick to gather the liquid of your arousal. Then he prods his finger into your mouth, your tongue compliantly lapping up your own taste, salty from the sea. ‘Who made you this wet?’

‘You.’ You’re practically pleading as he sucks viciously at your inner thigh, so close to your weeping pussy.

‘I want you to call me daddy.’

You stiffen under him. Daddy. He wants you to call him daddy. Oh, but of course Taehyung has a daddy kink. It’s so ridiculously characteristic now that he has revealed it, that if you aren’t drunk, you would be rolling your eyes and laughing.

‘Fine, daddy.’ There’s an undertone of travesty to your reply. Whether he notices, he doesn’t show as he kisses closer and closer to your slit.

At the first contact of his lips to your clit, your hips buckle upwards and fingers fly to entangle his hair. Sucking harshly on your sensitive bud, all you’re capable of is squirming and writhing underneath him like a possessed body. The sensation of his mouth sucking on your succulence sends a shot of ecstasy down your quaking legs. Your head feels dizzy.

‘Fuck!’ You whine.

‘You like that, baby?’ When he looks up at you, wet smirk on his lips breathing hot air into your cunt, a coil winds in your stomach.

‘Yes, daddy.’ Your grip on his hair tightens.

Then he’s gorging you like a feast, tongue fluttering on your swollen bundle of nerves, your kryptonite, teeth scraping along your folds seductively. After several licks of your entrance, he pushes not one, but two digits into your cunt. They ease in, lubricated by your moist walls that welcome the pressure of his intrusion into you like the open sea. He draws wide circles inside you, and it feels like your innards are being stirred to perfection by a metal rod. In the meantime, his assault on your clit does not falter, rhythmically hitting his tongue against you, allowing the vibrations of his humming to penetrate your core.

Looking down, this is simply the most beautiful sight you’ve ever witnessed. Taehyung, eyes glimpsing up at you hungrily, face buried nose-deep in your pussy, hands gripping under your thighs that are rested on his shoulders, all the while the moon shines its ethereal glow onto you and the iridescent ocean in the background plays a symphony harmonious to your moans and his filthy slurps.

Suddenly, an explosion of pleasure arrives at your clit. ‘Oh, fuck yes!’ You screech, throat raw from the pure elation that washes over you. The throbbing in your cunt releases at his continuous friction, pulsating so wildly you think you will burst. His fingers pump out your high as he sucks one last time, long and hard, on your beating clit. ‘Ah… Oh my god… Taehyung…’

Finally he emerges from between your legs to breathe. You watch as your fluid dribble down his chin lewdly, your thumb swipes to catch the wetness.

‘How was that?’ Untangling his arms from your legs, he walks up on his elbows to meet your lips in a tender kiss.

‘Mind-blowing.’ You utter against his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head for dramatic effect. ‘Let’s continue back in our room.’ Quickly you do up your bikini, impatient for more.

Without needing another word, Taehyung sweeps you into his arms, gathers all your belongings and hastily carries you back to your hotel located just a minute away from the beach. Although, it takes much longer than a minute for you to arrive seeing as multiple detours are made along the way, fondling behind a tree, kissing in the elevator and missing your floor.

And when you’re finally in the confines of your room, he pins you to the closed door, not even bothering to switch on the lights, lips latched onto your magnetising neck. Your wrists trapped in his grip against the hard wood, you ache to touch him as his teeth find your earlobe. Nipping at your soft round flesh, a pleasant shock is sent down your spine at the twinge of pain.

‘Daddy…’ You sigh.

He pulls away to stare into your beseeching eyes. ‘What do you want daddy to do to you?’ His voice is a low grumble of dominance, digging its talons into your brain.

‘I want… I want you to fuck me until I cry.’ In the dark of the room, your attention flickers to the moonlit terrace outside. ‘Right on that balcony over there.’

Something in his obsidian eyes ignite at your suggestion. Zealous with lust, he brings you through the glass door that opens to the fresh night. ‘You want me to fuck you right here, baby? For everyone to see?’

Danger lurking one kiss away, you sense the precarious position his sanity is at. So you reach down and grab his hard member over his shorts, and tip his mind to a carnal frenzy.

‘Yes please, daddy.’ The name is the last straw for him. His breath hitches as you tug down his pants and allow his enormous cock to spring free.

Spinning you around roughly, he bends you over onto the rail of the balcony and strips off your swimsuit in one deft gesture. From here, you have an unobstructed view of the coast, lined by bustling bars and closing restaurants. The neighbouring terraces are a metre away, if anyone walks out now, they would horrifically witness Taehyung’s gargantuan length about to drill into you from behind.

Your heart is pounding in excitement of the risk as well as the anticipation of his cock. Not being able to see him, he can thrust into you any moment now, he must be revelling in such control he holds.

Then you feel it, his large round tip pressing against your entrance curiously. Your legs shake expectantly while fresh arousal leaks out of you, mixing with his precum he’s pressing into you. ‘Beg one more time for me.’

Taehyung and his motherfucking ego.

‘Please, daddy.’ Allowing the words to drag out on your tongue, you twist your neck to look at him with wide pleading eyes. He looks like a king, towering over you with this much assertion, relishing in the power he holds above you in this very moment.

‘Good girl.’

Hands holding your hips in place, he slams his tremendous member into your gaping cunt in one forceful plunge. You can’t help but cry out at the sheer stretch of your walls he’s spanning. Holy fuck, he’s so big he makes it feels like your first time.

All you feel at first is an incredible cinching of your core, the ache of him impaling his rigid shaft through the resisting pressure of your vagina. God, is he fucking massive. He seems to know it as well because he gives you a second to adjust to his size, palm scaling smoothly up the hill of your back to gather your hair in his hand like a rein. Then he is pummelling into you, hips slapping against your bottom, ringing such vulgar sounds in your ears. His cock, hard as if carved from marble, piercing through the pain and moulding a thing of sweet sweet pleasure inside you. You grip the rail so tight its edge gouges marks into your skin, your head hung low between your tense arms.

‘Fu-u-u-uckk-k-k-’ He fucks those syllables out of you one by one. At this angle, his cock is curving up the wrong way into you, jabbing at pockets that normally aren’t reached.

A part of your soul is no longer with you, propelled elsewhere by his ceaseless merciless attack on your cunt. Then comes the sting of his palm when he spanks a searing hot mark into your ass cheek. The sharp pain is refreshing alongside the dull ache behind the euphoric throb he is penetrating into you.

‘This fucking ass of yours, baby. Been driving me nuts in those shorts all week.’ Another slap echoes in your ears, and you welcome it by curving your back more to tip your tush higher for him.

‘Daddy, you fuck me so good.’ Playing along with this narrative he’s into, you egg him on further, stroking his ego as your walls are stroking his dick. Because, damn, he is fucking you so good. Pounding into you with such vigour and violence that your folds are beginning to sting.

You’ve reached a point now where you’re no longer intoxicated by alcohol, but more the addictive fumes of him.

Moans that fall from his lips tingle at your clit, which you start to play with to add to your stimulation. Another smack on your ass, this time so surprising that you scream out. ‘Yes, be loud for me. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.’ He coaxes.

Taehyung begins to slow, which you know is a sign that he’s close but doesn’t want to blow his load yet. He bends over you, your hair still tied around his wrist, and nips at the shell of your ear. You’ve never known your ear to be such an erogenous zone, for when his tongue flickers at your inner shell, a shudder convulses through you. Leaving slobbery kisses down the curve of your shoulder, he slowly pulls out of you.

‘Finish on the bed?’ As Taehyung embraces you from behind, his strong arm comes under your cold lonely breasts that perk up at his attention, his dripping wet cock sitting between your red ass cheeks. The hum of his deep rasp on your neck sends your head lolling back onto his sweat-dotted chest.

‘Sure.’ What leaves you is a mere huff, you can’t even conjure your voice.

His lips seal yours as he walks you back into the room, leaving the glass door open for the night breeze to grace you. Amidst the savage sex, you treasure such a soft, delicate moment on your tongue, delighting in the way the tips of his fingers trace up your side. When his hand slithers up to your face, you melt into the warm flesh of his palm, mouth opening up for him to unfurl into.

Then the back of your knees hit the bed, and you know it’s about to begin again. Without breaking the union of your lips, you clamber onto the sheets with his frame hovering over you. Grappling on his neck, you drag Taehyung atop you as your head sinks down onto the plush of the pillow.

He sucks on your plump bottom lip one last time before pulling away. Fluid still profusely oozing out of the slit of his tip, telltale of his concupiscence, he perches between your legs. ‘How do you want it, baby?’ His tone endearing, yet eyes deadly dangerous.

Impatient for him to fill you to the brim again, you lift your both legs up for him to grab and place onto his shoulders. ‘Like this please, daddy.’

That’s all you have to say for him to grunt okay and push deep into you, knees digging into the mattress like lampposts. In this position, his cock reaches your cervix without hindrance, his swollen head slamming into your end every thrust he gives. It’s a different type of ache this time, more acutely targeted at the one sensitive spot inside you. As he continues you thrust into you, bollocks swinging at your ass, a build up of sensitivity gathers at your core.

You feel it approaching, that imminent contortion of your cunt, looming over you, on the brink of toppling your senses.

‘Keep going.’ You whimper, the filthy feeling of his prick hammering so fast into you enough to bring tears to your eyes. You try to keep them open, watch his tongue poke out in concentration as he watches your body quiver under his. But the intensity of his fucking is truly too overwhelming that a single droplet leaks out and flow down your temple.

‘I’m so close.’ Taehyung heaves, pecking the bone of your ankle. Something ruptures within him, his sanity, humanity, and suddenly with an even more arduous determination he drives into your walls like a crazed beast. Sole purpose now to reach the climax awaiting him, he spreads your legs open wide before him and rabidly plunges his twitching prick.

And for the second and third time this night, your orgasm hits you, one immediately followed by the other. ‘Taehyung, I’m-’ You’re a crying thrashing body beneath him, the ecstatic pleasure obliterating your mind into ruins as your cunt erupts. The string of profanities that leave you sound incoherent to your own hearing.

You won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow, you’re sure of it.

Taehyung watches you break on his cock, walls tightening impossibly around him, until only a husk of your being remains.

‘Holy shit, I’m gonna come.’ Frantic with excitement, his hips move sloppily. ‘Where should I come?’

‘All over my face? In my mouth?’ Cupping your breast, you gaze up at him with salacious eyes.

‘Oh my fuck- Yes.’

Yanking himself out, a string of your own release threaded at his tip, he slides himself up the bed until his knees are on either side of your head. Pornographically he slaps his hot length on your cheek several times as you roll out your tongue for him. ‘You like that? You like my dick on your face?’

‘Hmmm.’ You engulf his seeping tip in your ready mouth while he jerks himself off with a teenage boy’s zest, his knuckles hitting at the underside of your chin.

Eager to coax his orgasm, you lick fervently at his sensitive head, right on the patch of skin around his slit that drives every man insane.

‘Oh fuck! Baby-’

Abruptly, he withdraws his cock from your mouth. Not after two strokes, he is shooting hot white spurts of his seed onto your face, your eyes shutting just in time to avoid being fired at. Some of his fluid lands in your mouth, brewing bitterly on your awaiting tongue. Eyes squeezed shut, his cock pulses involuntarily in his hand as he lurches his high to an end.

‘You look so fucking good with my cum all over your face.’ Taehyung stares at his piece of work, splattered across your cheeks, on your forehead, and unfortunately for you, in your hair. Feral demeanour dimming, he leans down and gently smears his ejaculation all over your skin before nudging it into your mouth.

Like his good little baby you are, you swallow it like it’s your milk.

‘Mm…’ Throat hoarse from all the moaning, you suck his taste off his thumb.

Exhaustion dawns over the both of you when the adrenaline drains from your blood. Ache straining between your thighs, you waddle over to the bathroom quickly before him cum dries into a crusty nightmare.

Your sex-ridden, hair-dishevelled, hickey-speckled reflection greets you in the mirror. Realisation of your actions sink into your heart along with the sour taste of guilt.

What the fuck have you done?

You just had the wildest sex with Taehyung, your new roommate.

Taehyung, your new roommate.

Taking a deep breath in and out, you try to form back the logic shattered by his brutal fucking. Why do you have to be the way that you are? Just why are you so incapable of controlling your nymphomania?

‘You okay?’ Taehyung’s bass booms from the bedroom, startling you from your turmoil.

You gave into your temptations. You fucked up.

But this isn’t unsalvageable, you two can recover from it. After all, it’s not like you have been lifelong best friends, you’ve only just met each other, still stepping into deeper stages of your friendship day by day. As long as you don’t let this happen again, stop seeing him in a sexual light, you two should be fine.

Yes, you’ll be fine.

Drying your washed face with a towel, your answer is muffled. ‘Yep, all good.’

When you roam back to the room, you see him sprawled out like a Greek God, still shirtless but now wearing sweatpants that outlines his bulge all too well, bed sheets bunched to the side to aerate his sweat-dampened body. His eyes crawl over your naked form with a thirst that has you willing to drop to your knees and suck him off again. Spoilt in the attention he’s doling you, you climb beside him perhaps too seductively than you should.

Stop. You shouldn’t.

Taehyung doesn’t waste a second to pull you into his chest and smother you with slow, passionate kisses. Such contradiction to his rough handling of you sheer minutes ago. His tongue feels heavier, nicer as it rolls along yours, maybe because you’re now sober, senses no longer dulled by alcohol.

It’s a difficulty to retract from his romantic poet of a mouth whose sole purpose is to entice you into its warm embrace. But you do. ‘Hey… We really shouldn’t have…’ You can’t bring yourself to finish your sentence because you care too much for his feelings to hurt him.

But then the cool nonchalance in his pupils relieve you of your fear. ‘Yeah… Probably not the smartest move.’

His fingers toy fondly with your hair, twirling it like a velvet ribbon. Eyes wide with his boyish innocence, you wonder if this is the same person who was just slapping his dick on your cheek and made you call him daddy. This trip was meant to allow you to understand him better, yet you remain stuck, perhaps more than before, in his enigma.

And you wonder how his girlfriend could ever have sought after anyone else Taehyung is… Well he has just done that…

‘It doesn’t change anything, right? We’re still friends?’ You want to roll out of his clasp yet his arms feel so soft and smooth and perfect to fall asleep in.

‘Of course, Y/N’ From the earnesty in his tone, you know you can trust his word.

To resume your previous playful dynamic, you pinch his nose between your knuckles. ‘Then let go of me, friends don’t cuddle.’

‘Friends do cuddle.’ He frowns, shocked as if you’ve just slapped him across the face with a whole cabbage of kimchi.

‘Uh… No they don’t.’ Repulsed by such affection, you try to wiggle away but he locks his arms around your torso like a vice.

‘I don’t know what kind of friends you’ve had, but you’re stuck with me now and in Taehyung-land: Friends. Cuddle.’ Blowing raspberries on your ticklish neck, he lets you squirm like a fish in attempt to escape his coddling, chest rumbling into your back with laughter. Your squeals of help turn into giggles. Raspberries turn into kisses.

You freeze. ‘Oi, friends don’t kiss friends’ necks.’

‘Come on, we just had sex, let me just kiss you a bit more.’ Watching him pout so babily, your heart squeezes. Fuck. Why is your heart squeezing?

But you kiss his jutted lips, still. Savouring his taste that you know you won’t have the chance to delight in again. ‘Fine, but if you try to kiss me tomorrow, I’ll kick your nuts.’

Taehyung takes that as a green light to use you as a snuggle toy for the rest of the night, mouth gallivanting the ocean that is your skin.

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07/09/18

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Please read part one first: Here

Silk and Honey, Part 2 (Stripper!Peter AU)

Peter giggled, his hips seductively swaying as his thumbs dipped into the waistband of his silk shorts. “You want to see everything, don’t you, Mr. Stark?” He gave a slow, enticing twirl, teasing the top of his shorts down far enough to make Tony’s breath go shallow before pulling them back into place. “But you have me for hours, sir. Don’t you want to savor it?” Peter grabbed at the pole and lifted himself off the ground, clutching his thighs around it and dropping his arms to do a hand-less sit. “Don’t you want to savor me?” His voice was dreamy and paired with the tantalizing sight of his fingers skimming down his milky chest, grazing the straps of his harness.

Tony crossed his arms and leaned back against the sofa, watching Peter’s perfect body move around the pole like he belonged on it. “Is that what your usual clients ask you for? Savoring?”

“No,” Peter spun around the pole, sensually dropping his body against the tile. “They aren’t like you, Mr. Stark. I’ve never had one person buy up my time like this.” He giggled again, and the sound of it was starting to add to Tony’s fervor. “Everyone wants it fast because they can’t afford to go slow.”

Tony smirked, trying to exude a composed demeanor despite the arousal tenting in his slacks, “Which do you prefer?”

“Depends on the person,” Peter laid flat on his back, heels pressed into the floor as he rolled his hips upward. “You’re definitely someone I want to take my time with, Mr. Stark.”

Tony’s mouth went dry as he stared at Peter’s hips, imagining his hands around them and pulling at them as he buried himself deep enough to make the kid scream.

“And why is that, kid?”

Peter hummed as he thought of his answer, flipping onto his hands and knees to do the floor work from his performance. It was the same erotic motion that made blood rush to Tony’s pants – and it still held that titillating power. Peter let out a soft huff of breath like he was holding back a laugh. “Maybe it’s because I know how rich you are, Mr. Stark.” He sat up on his knees, his playful eyes connecting with Tony’s and his tongue darting out to lick across the length of his blush pink lips. “Tempting men out of their money is in my job description after all.”

Tony shifted against the sofa, painfully aware of the full stiffness in his pants but gripping onto subtly with every fiber of his being. He wasn’t going to let Peter’s wiles defeat him just yet. So, he brandished a sly grin, “You’re going to have to do more than that if you want to tempt me, kid.” He reached into his pocket, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a crisp one hundred dollar bill. “Come earn this.”

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Peter’s eyes twinkled with excitement, “Yes, sir.” He swung his legs off the platform, his sparkly heels connecting with the tile in a resonating click that compelled Tony’s gaze. And Peter must have noticed because his gait turned captivating, each step falling in line with the last and blended with a fierce sensuality no seventeen year-old should posses. “Do you like my shoes, Mr. Stark? You can’t seem to keep your eyes off them.”

Tony’s eyes shot back up to Peter’s and he cleared his throat like he’d been caught doing something sinful, something the opposite of subtle. “They’re nice.” His face felt hot and he hoped the lights were dim enough so Peter couldn’t see the redness that undoubtedly tinted his cheeks. “They look good on you.”

“Careful, Mr. Stark.” Peter giggled again – and again, it only plunged Tony further into his lust.  “You shouldn’t reveal all your weaknesses to a stripper.” He brought the tip of his heel up and placed it against the edge of the sofa between Tony’s legs. “I’ll be forced to monopolize them.”

As Tony stared at the shiny platform stiletto, he felt lightheaded. His hardness struggling against his zipper. And impulsively, his hand moved to caress the kid’s leg, but just as his fingertip grazed the smooth skin, Peter pulled away.

“Sorry,” Tony mumbled, realizing very quickly what unspoken line he had crossed. This was a strip club. A place where viewing pleasures was almost guaranteed, but touching them was a luxury strippers gave at their own discretion.

“Don’t be sorry, Mr. Stark.” Peter returned his heel to the edge of the sofa. “It’s okay. I’m just teasing. If you didn’t react that way, I’d be worried about the quality of my skills.” This time he laughed. It was stronger than his giggle but just as cute, and it made Tony crave the sight of his smile.

“Your skills are great, kid.” Tony idly fiddled with the money in his hand, staring at Peter’s face and still trying to maintain some semblance of control over himself. “Watching you is a treat.”

“Well,” Peter hummed happily as he stepped away from the sofa, turning towards the door and pressing a button on a panel to its left. “Touching me will be even better.” Soft music started flowing through room from speakers in the ceiling. This song was much slower than the kid’s performance music. This song was sensual. This song was a lap dance song.

“Kid,” Tony said breathlessly, his eyes traveling up and down Peter’s body as he began dancing again.

As he approached the sofa, Peter’s hips gracefully swayed side to side. His fingers trailed up his own thighs and navel and chest like he was presenting them; like he was demanding they be looked at; like Tony would be foolish to look at anything else. And, at first, he remained standing in the space between Tony’s knees, rolling his body to the music and making bedroom eyes at the older man. His motions were fluid and brimming with a sexual energy that Tony wanted to indulge in.

Then, Peter turned, placing his hands behind him on Tony’s knees, bending forward, and popping his hips in time. The plump curves of his ass bouncing just inches away from Tony’s erection. And the sight was fucking maddening; a test of Tony’s self-control like no other.

“Kid,” Tony repeated, husky and low, and from a hazy place of lust that Peter was viciously dragging him through.

Peter turned again, still elegantly swaying his body to the deep melodies. This time dropping his hands against Tony’s legs and giggling when the older man flinched. And if Tony wasn’t a man of science, then he would be convinced that Peter’s touch was burning him. Radiating heat from his fingertips as he skimmed them down Tony’s thighs like some sort of pyro anomaly.

“I’m not a kid, Mr. Stark.”

Peter was right. He wasn’t a kid. He wasn’t some innocent child with insecurities and naivety spilling out of him. He was young in years, sure, but his experiences had obviously aged him. His confidence, his observant eyes, his eroticism, his seduction, his sheer control over everything that was happening – no kid should possess those things, yet, here Peter was.

“What should I call you then?”

Peter gave Tony a playful look before lifting his knee against the sofa and bringing his leg across the older man’s lap. And Tony groaned, unable to hold back his fervor. The feeling of Peter’s body against his was too delectable, too utterly mind-numbing. The kid was close enough for the fruity perfume he wore to mingle with the air. Close enough for Tony to wage war against his desirous impulses.

“People here like to call me all sorts of things,” Peter’s voice dropped to a sweet whisper as he rolled his hips downward, brushing himself against the bulge in Tony’s pants. “But I like honey the best.”

Tony wanted to grab on, grip Peter at his waist and rut against him until they were both spent. But he also didn’t want Peter to pull this sensation away from him. It was simply too good to ruin. So he kept his palms against the sofa; one still clutching the bill and the other just clutching as Peter worked. Each beat in the song punctuated with a gentle grind and a pleasure that Tony basked in.

“Alright,” All of Tony’s breaths became heavy and slow. “I’ll call you honey.”

Tony made eye-contact and Peter let out a little squeak, his eyes darting away from Tony’s gaze when it happened. “Wow.”

“What is it?”

“I like it even more when you say it, Mr. Stark.”

Tony scoffed, a grin tugging on his lips at Peter’s reaction, “I bet you say that to everyone.”

“No,” Peter whispered as his song came to its finale. “I’m being honest.” He paused, dropping his hips to be flush with Tony’s body. “Can’t you feel how honest I’m being, Mr. Stark?”

That broke Tony; the feeling of the young man’s hardness pressed against him. The sensation tore apart whatever restraint he had left. He brought a hand against Peter’s waist, surprised when the kid flinched but glad when he relaxed into the touch. “Here,” Tony brought the hundred dollar bill to the waistband at the front of Peter’s shorts and tucked it in. “You’ve earned it, honey.”

Peter made that same little squeak as before and was just as embarrassed. “Okay, forget what I said. You can go back to calling me kid.”

“No,” Tony smiled, wrapping his arms around Peter’s waist, “You’re enjoying it. Why would I stop?”

“Because I’m the one that should be pleasing you.” Peter whispered, “Not the other way around.”

“You are pleasing me, honey,” Tony whispered back, “Can’t you feel how pleased I am?”

“Yeah,” Peter rocked his hips down, “I feel it.”

“Yeah?” Tony tensed at the sensation, “I feel you too.”

Peter’s eyes were half-lidded, but he giggled, all breathy and soft like he’d been defeated, “Fuck it. I’m breaking the rules for you, okay?”

Tony didn’t know what to say to that. All he could do was watch Peter climb off his lap, place his money against the platform, and move to lock the door.

“I’m not supposed to lock the door, Mr. Stark,” Peter said with fake innocence, as his thumbs dipped into the waistband of his silk shorts for the second time tonight. “I’m not supposed to let you touch me without these on either.” He tugged, pulling the shorts down past his knees where they fell free, pooling at his feet. “I’m not supposed to play favorites.” He stepped towards Tony again. “But you’re worth the risk, Mr. Stark.” He climbed into Tony’s lap. “I want to touch you, and I want you to touch me. Can we?”

Tony’s jaw dropped. His mind working in overdrive, trying to process what was happening. Of course, a ‘no’ came to his mind first. Despite drowning in his wanton urges, he still recognized that he was being dishonest. He knew who Peter was. He knew who Spider-Man was. But Peter didn’t know he knew and that was wrong. He knew that was wrong but then the kid’s hands were against his chest, dragging downward, all fiery like before, and he gave, “Yes.”

Peter moaned at the consent, wasting no time in unfastening Tony’s pants, pulling his cock free, and pressing their lengths together. “Fuck yes,” Peter whined, dropping his forehead against Tony’s shoulder. “I love how your cock feels, Mr. Stark.”

Tony almost came from that. Peter’s little breathy, high-pitched noises and his words that were just as sensuous and erotic as his dancing. “Yeah?” Tony breathed, gripping at the kid’s thigh with one hand and wrapping his other around their shafts. “What do you like about it, honey?”

Peter jolted at the touch, or maybe at the pet name. Tony didn’t know. All he knew was that it was adorable. “I like how big it is. I like that it’s yours.” The kid moaned, thrusting his hips for more friction and lifting his head to lock gazes with Tony. “Close your eyes.”

“Wha-?”

“Close them!” Peter demanded and Tony obliged, cutting off his visual stimulus and trading it for something much better.

Peter was kissing him. Passionately, too. All open-mouthed and needy and deep like all the oxygen in the world disappeared and Tony held the last bit of it. The best part was the way he whined into it and started dripping pre-cum all over their cocks. And when he pulled away, Tony opened his eyes to see Peter’s face and all its glory, not caring about the consequences.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter blushed, hiding his face against Tony’s shoulder. “Why would you do that? I said-”

“Because you’re fucking gorgeous, honey,” Tony whispered against Peter’s ear. “So beautiful and mesmerizing and handsome, and I couldn’t help it. I wanted to see that pretty face.”

Suddenly, Peter’s body went rigid and his breaths became gasps and his cock was spilling. His body quaking underneath orgasm and his mouth releasing the sweetest whines against Tony’s neck. “Sorry, I’m sorry I came. I came, fuck, I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. I’ll- Let me-” Peter grabbed Tony’s cock and stroked, smearing his cum up and down the shaft.

Tony groaned at the contact, each flick of the kid’s wrist making a rush of pleasure flood his body. “Don’t apologize for feeling good, hon.”

Peter finally lifted his head, and despite his uncovered face, he pressed his forehead against Tony’s. “I didn’t apologize because it felt good.” He whispered, “I apologized because I wanted to make you come first.” He giggled and his smile was just as amazing as Tony imagined it to be.

And Tony couldn’t take it, so he came. Groaning deep and shooting three spurts into Peter’s hand as he hit euphoria and started his journey back down.

“Did that feel good, Mr. Stark?” Peter whispered, pressing kisses against Tony’s cheek.

“Yeah, Pete.”

And who knew two words could ruin so much?

Peter’s face fell and his eyes were a mix of confusion, anger, and – no matter how much Tony wished it away – fear. “Kid, wait, I can explain, I-”

“No!” Peter screamed and jumped away, grabbing his shorts and recoiling to the back of the platform with spider-like reflexes.

“Kid, I-”

“Get out!” Tears started falling from Peter’s eyes.

“Peter, I’m sorry. I-!” Tony tried but the damage was done.

“Don’t fucking call me that! Get the hell out!” Peter looked at Tony with rage bubbling inside him, “I said get out!” He screamed again. This time slamming his forearm against the pole, bending it with his superhuman strength.

And Tony left. Feeling absolutely vile and filled with regret.

---

And there we have it. A really angsty ending. I’m not sorry at all.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Read Part 3: Here

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No Sugarcoating It- Part 2 (NSFW)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Greg Gerwitz x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Aftermath of Mouse leaving

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (18+)

A/N: Part 1 here

Two weeks had passed before you had stepped foot back in your house after that night. Emptiness filling it. Mouse had already packed his stuff storing it in a garage for the time he would be gone. He was supposed to be leaving that night, and your phone had done nothing but ring all day. Texts and calls from Jay flooding it until finally he swung the door open walking in with no warning. You looked up from where you were curled on the couch watching TV before averting your attention back to it seconds later ignoring the man hovered over you.

“Are you kidding me right now?” Jay huffed.

“What do you want, Halstead?” You spit back sitting up some.

“He’s leaving in less than an hour and here you are just laying here.” Jay gestured clearly annoyed.

“What’s your point?” You grumbled.

“You’re honestly not going to say goodbye?” He asked.

“We already said goodbye.” You stated emotions bubbling to the surface.

“A breakup is not a goodbye. At least not the one he deserves. You’ve been with him for 3 years and you think it’s fair to just-“ He lectured before you cut him off. Losing it at his choice of words.

“Don’t you DARE try and tell me what is fair and what isn’t right now, Jay Halstead. NONE of this is fair! We had a plan and he blew it up! How is that fair to me?” You yelled, jabbing a finger into his chest, voice cracking with each word making Jay’s face fall and sigh.

“[Y/N], I kn-“ He started to apologize.

“No. Just please leave.” You whispered barely enough for it to be heard. Shaking your head and walking up the stairs.

———-

Almost a year had passed since Mouse had left and you were still trying to pull yourself together. He sent you letters every month. Including pictures of him and his new team, telling you how much he missed you, informing you that he never went anywhere without your picture in his pocket and your hair tie on his wrist. You had yet to write him back, but you’d be lying if you said those letters weren’t the best part of your months regardless of the tears they usually evoked. Praying every single night that he was safe and he knew you still loved him.

It had taken you a good while to finally sleep in your old room again. Not wanting to take over the smell of Mouse still on your sheets so instead you slept in the guest room. It all seemed so silly to you. Sleepless nights, holding onto his old dog tags, wearing his shirts to bed. It was like you were acting like he was dead, but all he did was leave. You knew you were probably overreacting which only made the whole thing worse.

You had kept in touch with Jay. Usually having a weekly lunch date. At your most recent one he had informed you that Mouse was coming home on leave for a small period of time. They would be having a small get together at Molly’s that Friday night and he had begged you to come. You had declined over and over again, but as the day drew closer you couldn’t help but want to see him again. Maybe it would give you the closure to move on. Maybe you could finally get the peace you had been searching for, for the last year. Walking in that night it wasn’t hard to spot him. He looked mostly the same. Although his hair was still clean cut his face had a little more scruff than what he usually did, although you always told him you liked him with scruff, his shoulders were broader, arms bigger, and you had to fight the urge to run your fingers along them. It was him though. The same Greg you had fallen in love with four years ago. Sitting, laughing, smiling at those around him. Jay had been the only one who witnessed you walking in, locking eyes with you. Which meant he had also been the only one to see you turn around, walking straight back out. Your mind was racing, chest tightening, tears welling as you headed right for your car. It was crazy to you that the heartbreak still felt so raw. So real. You felt beyond ridiculous. How were you ever going to move past it? The thought only furthering your panic. Pulling out your phone you clicked on Jay’s name typing out a text.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

You took a few deep breaths wiping the tears away before starting your car and heading back home. Feeling defeated you landed right on the couch turning on the TV. You felt numb. An hour later the movie you were watching was interrupted by a knock at the door. Regardless of knowing who it was your breath halted at the sight of him standing in your doorway. You sighed heavily as he stared at you uneasily chewing at his lip, a nervous habit you had quickly picked up on. Your emotions took over as you hauled yourself into his arms. He was taken back at first, but quickly welcomed the surprise squeezing you tightly against his body shoving his face into your neck. The familiar woodsy smell he had always carried washing over you. He picked you up carrying you into the living room, you once shared, kicking the door closed behind him. Legs still wrapped around his waist you pulled back to look at him, deep blue eyes staring back at you, quickly drowning in them like you always had.

You couldn’t have cared less what your head was saying at that moment as you grasped his face in your hands, pulling him to your lips. He sighed at the feeling, one hand going to the back of your neck to pull you closer, while walking over to lay you down on the couch. Collapsing on top of you he bit your bottom lip, slipping his tongue in your mouth when you gasped taking in the taste of you again. A taste he missed so desperately, hands roaming all over your body. When you moved to pull his shirt off his body he broke the kiss for a split second before moving down to attack your neck. Your fingers traced over his chest and abdomen noticing the scars you had become so familiar with. His hands massaged your breasts as he kissed and nipped at all your favorite places on your neck, earning many whimpers and quiet moans from you. Mouse reached behind you unhooking your bra before pulling you up with him, easily slipping it off along with your shirt, his shirt. As soon as it was discarded he laid you back down mouth going straight for your breasts, tongue flicking and swirling across your erect nipples. Arching up into him you reached down to undo his jeans quickly, taking a little longer than you would've a year ago, now out of practice. You stripped them off with his help as he sucked and kissed all over your body. Reaching down to take his dick into your hand he immediately groaned at your touch, hips shooting forward involuntarily. His face was shoved into the crook of your neck as you worked your hand up and down his shaft, remembering all the things he loved with ease. His hand moved down to your core fingers swiping up your folds, causing you to wiggle underneath him, wanting more. Slowly he began to rub circles around your clit, enjoying the little sounds that were flowing out of your mouth. Feeling his finger slowly slide into you, you couldn’t help but close your eyes tight missing the feeling of his fingers working you more than you had realized. Before long two of his fingers were inserted in your pussy thrusting in and out as his thumb rubbed your clit. You were a moaning mess as your hips moved to ride his hand. Whenever you felt your core start to tighten you reached down yanking his hand away from you. You watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth licking them clean, eyes not leaving yours for a second. Your heart was beating hard against your chest. Seeing Mouse like this again, hair slightly messy, normal deep blue eyes a stormy gray, lips slightly swollen from your own lips and teeth tugging on them, and a pink tint to his cheeks. You always thought this was when he was the most gorgeous. Vulnerable, sexy, but also completely wrecked at the same time. He moved to line himself up with your entrance looking at you as he always had, no matter what the situation, no matter how rough and full of lust you were in the moment he had always stopped to get your permission. You had shifted closer to him as a way to say go ahead. He took the hint slowly burying himself in you. Pain making you whine immediately. Even though he had worked his fingers in you it had obviously been a while since you had sex, and Mouse definitely didn’t have a small dick. He leaned down to kiss you stopping in his tracks to let you adjust before moving any further. Your fingers threaded in the hair at the nape of his neck kissing him deeply and gently tugging at it every time you wanted him to go further. Once he bottomed out he let out a loud groan against your lips he had clearly been holding in. You moved your hands to grip his biceps nails slightly digging as he moved his hands between your hips and breasts. Slowly he started to move against you picking up a rhythm while the pleasure started to take over you quickly.

“Oh god, Greg.” You moaned loudly as he moved in and out of you slowly.

“Man, I forgot how amazing you felt. So fucking amazing baby.” He growled in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe making goosebumps rise at your skin like it always did, earning a chuckle from Mouse. Loving that he could affect you like that no matter how many times he did it. As he started to move faster your moans started to get louder and more frequent.

“Wow..I missed your moans so much babygirl. It’s the best sound in the world. I missed you so much.” Mouse mumbled thrusting harder into you in order to earn more noises. Switching his position slightly he earned a yelp from you as he hit your sweet spot. Smirk appearing on his face.

“Yes baby. Right there. Oh my god. I missed you so much.” You cried as he fucked you into the couch. The words coming from your lips were beyond sinful as Mouse fucked you harder than he ever had before. Harder than you ever thought was possible. Feeling your stomach tighten you raked your nails down his back purposely leaving marks, “M-Mouse..I’m..s-so fucking close..” You barely got out before the waves of pleasure overwhelmed your body. Arching up into him, bright white dots covered your eyelids as you felt yourself shaking violently against Mouse, muscles contracting as his name along with curse words and a few I love yous flowed from your mouth. As you began to regain consciousness coming down from your high you heard Mouse’s breath go ragged head shoving into your shoulder.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes, [Y/N]! I love you so much. Holy shit.” Mouse moaned into your skin stubble tickling you while you felt his dick twitch hard before spurts of warmness filled within you. Greg’s body went stiff before relaxing and collapsing down onto you, both of you breathing hard and still slightly shaking. Once he regained some strength he leaned down to pick a shirt up to clean you up. It was then that he realized what you had been wearing.

“This is..my shirt..you were..” He stated kind of confused.

“Yeah and it’s my favorite one so if you could not use it as a cum rag I’d appreciate it.” You spat back swiping the CPD shirt out of his hand as the anger started to set in. Standing up you slid it on as well as the shorts that were on the floor heading to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you came back out Mouse was putting on his shirt now fully dressed. Looking up whenever he heard your footsteps.

“[Y/N]..” He sighed moving to step towards you.

“No. This was a bad idea..” You shook your head stepping back.

“Stop that.” Greg begged sadly.

“Stop what?” You retorted.

“Putting up a wall, and pushing me away.” He answered.

“I’m not.” You mumbled.

“I know you better than the back of my hand, [Y/N]. I know how you work. Can we just please talk about this.” His jaw was clenched tight, shoulders tense. You look at him not moving, lump clear in your throat, tears clouding your eyes as you tried to blink them away. He took your silence as a good thing stepping towards you, but his movement quickly had you shaking your head in panic.

“No.” You stated, voice hoarse as the tears started to fall down your cheeks.

“[Y/N]...” Mouse almost whined.

“I can’t do it again. I can’t say goodbye. You can’t keep doing this to me.” You cried sobs starting to escape your lips, crumbling your body. At the sight Mouse had you tight in his arms in seconds. You melted into his body, always feeling safe and protected in his grip no matter the circumstances. Mouse’s hands were tight against your body one of them smoothing your hair. He moved you over to the couch picking you up and sitting you down in his lap letting you cry against him. All of the emotions from the last year bubbling over as you soaked his shirt, hiccuping from your quick and ragged breaths.

“My goodness babygirl. You gotta calm down. Take some deep breaths for me.” Mouse soothed you rubbing a hand up and down your back, kissing your head. Once you finally had calmed down some he took your face in his hands swiping your tears away with his thumbs even though it was likely a lost cause at that point. Bringing your forehead to his lips gently to press a kiss. “I’m not leaving.” He stated.

“What?” You leaned back confused as a small smile played on his lips.

“I’m not leaving.” He repeated.

“I don’t understand.” You admitted, sniffling a little.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. This last year has been hell, and not just because of where I was. I could handle that, but because I didn’t have you on my side. That’s what I came here to tell you but you had other plans evidently.” He joked making you glare at him, “There wasn’t a day that had passed where you weren’t on my mind. The guys in my squad probably know more about you than their own wives and girlfriends at this point with how much I talked about you.” He admitted, making you giggle lightly. “I talked to my captain. Because of what happened last time he told me he could get me honorably discharged.” He explained making you stare at him in shock. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you told me that night. Couldn’t stop imagining what it’d be like to bring our babies home to this house or what it’d be like to be woken up by them jumping on our bed at 5am Christmas morning. There wasn’t an ounce of me that didn’t regret leaving. Every single night. I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe that you weren’t being serious. That you would stay with me even despite what you said, but whenever you didn’t show up at the airport..” he trailed off looking at the floor before clearing his throat and shaking his head, “I just should’ve known then to turn around. You really are the love of my life and I’m so sorry for what I’ve put you through.” He sighed heavily, tears visibly clouding his eyes. You didn’t know what to say. So instead you pulled his lips to yours. Putting every bit of emotion you were feeling into the kiss. Pulling back to get a breath you laid your forehead on his.

“I love you so much. You have absolutely no idea.” You confessed, fingers ghosting over the stubble on his face. “And I missed you more than you could ever know.” You leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the top of his nose making him smile. It didn’t take long at all for your clothes to be shed on the floor again. Reveling in the feeling of being in his arms again.

Tagging those who mentioned they wanted a part 2:

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[udunie]

Okay, you guys, here’s the part of the Gerard fic that I love (it goes on to a sex scene that I don’t like, cause it doesn’t seem to fit the tone of this part)

Warning for: prostitution, drug abuse, addiction, generally heavy themes

Also, this is basically not edited or betaed at this point, I just want to pick your brains about how to go on with this, cause I feel like ‘monster cock and fake tits’ isn’t the way to go... Please let me know what you think :D

ETA: wow love it when tumblr fucks shit up, anyway, fixed now lol

***

Stiles was just a month or two over eighteen when his dad died. He didn’t like to think about it. Or all the things that happened after. It was like whatever self control he ever had was buried with his dad, leaving him destined to make one bad decision after the other.

Stiles just wanted to forget. Preferably everything; not going to college, not being able to pay his dad’s medical bills, being forced to sell the house, living in his jeep and turning tricks on occasion to survive… He just wanted to escape it all.

First there was the drinking and the weed, and when those were not enough anymore to get him through the day, he tried other things… ecstasy, cocaine, whatever. With his ADHD, drugs didn’t always work as they were supposed to. Sometimes a little too well, sometimes not at all, or in ways he didn’t enjoy. Nothing really stuck.

It was exactly on his nineteenth birthday when he met Kate. 

“Want to try something new?” she asked, slithering up to him in the club. Stiles saw her around before, he knew she was selling something, though never really checked to see what. Lately he didn’t have the cash to get anything serious. “You look like you could use a little pick-me-up. You’re cute, so I’ll let you have one on the house.”

Stiles was a bit drunk and a bit high and very stupid.

“Wha’s it?” he asked, voice slurring a bit. 

“Silver Bullet,” she said, holding up a pill. It reflected the strobe lights weirdly. “It will shoot all your troubles dead, baby. That’s a guarantee.”

Stiles popped it into his mouth without hesitation, chasing the bitter taste down with the vodka tonic he managed to flirt out of someone.

And the rest was history.

***

Silver Bullet wasn’t like anything he ever tried before. For one, it worked; getting him high and happy and horny every fucking time. He wasn’t hungry, he wasn’t tired or cold or lonely when he took it. Everything was fun and easy and sexy. It felt like being in love with every single person around him. 

At first, it was easy. Almost too easy. He took a pill and felt like he wanted to make love to the world. He picked up a few johns, had sex that felt way better than it had any right to be and by the time he crashed, he had the money for the next few pills. 

Even when he was sleeping, he dreamed about them, about having a whole palmful of those pretty, white pills. Even in his dreams, he could see the tiny, metallic looking particles in them. When he asked about it, Kate said that was the magic and he believed her. Stiles couldn’t imagine going for a day without.

Then Kate raised the price. Then she raised it again. And again. ‘Welcome to the free market, where demand sets the price’ she told him, laughing. He tried to look around for another dealer, but nobody was selling Silver Bullet, they all told him to fuck off if he even just asked about it.

It only took a month for him to start begging her. He sold the jeep, he sold his parents’ wedding rings, he had nothing more to give.

“I will do anything, Kate, please,” Stiles told her. The music was too loud in the club, and the lights too blinding and the shadows too deep. For a second, he thought about just… taking the little tin box of pills he knew she had on her with force, but it was a struggle to even hold himself upright. He was always so tired when he went too long without it.

She leaned back against the wall. Stiles wondered if her smile was always that cruel.

“Hm… Anything?”

“Anything, whatever you want, I will do it,” he said, the words rushing out of him. 

“Tell me I’m beautiful,” she said, fluttering her lashes. 

Stiles remembered seeing her through the haze of the drug. She’d looked like an ethereal being, like an honest-to-god angel.

“You… you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, I’ve never se-”

“Am I prettier than your mommy was?” she cut in.

She was standing so close, Stiles could almost taste the pill burning his tongue.

“Yes. Yes, you are, so much prettier,” he croaked, mouth dry.

She laughed, loud and harsh.

“Unfortunately, baby, flattery won’t get you anywhere,” she said. Stiles wanted to cry. “This is a family business, you know? What sort of a girl would cut her father’s profits?”

Stiles felt shaky and like he was about to throw up. He must have looked miserable, because Kate gave him a long, calculating look.

“But you know what? I can take you to meet him. Maybe you can dazzle him with your… talents.”

Kate was really the most beautiful woman in the world.

***

He was shaking during the whole car ride. He hadn’t had a high in three days, and he felt like he was about to die. Kate made him lie down, his head on her lap, and she stroked his hair, nails too sharp as they scratched against his scalp. The man driving the car - her brother, Stiles thought - gave him a few disgusted looks in the rearview mirror, but Stiles couldn’t care less.

He was going to meet Kate’s dad and fuck him and get high and everything would be fine.

Kate’s father lived in a huge house surrounded by a park and iron gates. It was like something out of a movie, but he was way too anxious to really appretiate it even as Kate led him inside. There was a double staircase in the entrance hall, and Stiles was told to wait there.

The place was big enough that he thought there should be an army of servants around, but everything was strangely silent. Stiles tried not to stare too much. All he could think about was getting his pills. Or maybe stealing something and pawning it off so he could get cash. But… Kate probably wouldn’t sell to him if he did that, right? It was hard to think with his whole body numb with need.

He spaced out instead, staring into mid distance, imagining how good it will be to get his pill and feel alive again. Stiles had no idea how long he just stood there until he finally heard Kate calling him from the top of the stairs. She sounded annoyed.

“Get your ass up here,” she bit out when she finally had his attention. “You don’t want to get him in a bad mood.”

Stiles didn’t. He ran up to her, not daring to touch the polished railing.

“Fuck, sorry,” he said, but she already turned her back, leading him to a set of tall double-doors. 

“Daddy,” she said, pushing them open. She sounded very different than when she was talking to Stiles. “Here he is.”

Kate’s father was an old, old man with short, white hair and a stern face that had Stiles shifting from foot to foot with nerves. He was lounging on a sofa in pajamas and a brocade house coat. His eyes were cold enough to make him shiver where he stood.

“Stiles, this is my father, Gerard. Daddy, this is the boy I’ve told you so much about.”

Stiles doubted that random junkies were a regular topic at the family dinner, but he didn’t say anything. He had a goal in mind, and Gerard didn’t look like he enjoyed people mouthing off.

The old man looked him over, like he was a piece of gum stuck on the sole of his shoe.

“Strip.”

Stiles swallowed, glancing quickly at Kate. She nodded her head at him, smiling in a way that made him second guess himself.

“Go on, baby, try to make a good impression.”

Stiles licked his lips, and got to it. He felt stupid and weird with her watching him undress for her father. Without the warmth of drugs in him, he was acutely aware of how boney and pale and… ugly he was.

When he was finished, he just stood there, eyes glued to a spot over Gerard’s shoulder, wanting to cover himself but knowing that he shouldn’t. 

“Don’t you like him, daddy?” Kate asked, sounding like she was pouting, but Stiles didn’t dare look at her again.

“I would have preferred a girl. You know that,” Gerard said. Stiles would have pissed himself if that much disdain was directed at him, but Kate just laughed, her voice sweet and light.

“But I don’t want to have a little sister or brother,” she said, teasing. “Chris is enough of a headache.”

Gerard barked out a laugh, sitting up straight.

“Damned right he is. Fine.” He picked up a shiny, darkwood box from the side table, opening it in his lap. It was lined with dark green velvet and there was an injection needle in it. It looked like it was antique, with little rings at the end of the crossbars. Beside it was a corked vial, filled with something that glittered like mercury, though lighter in color.

“Come here and get on your knees,” Gerard told him, not even glancing at Stiles. He clearly expected to be obeyed.

“I… What… what is that?” Stiles asked, watching him stab the needle through the cork and pulling some of the liquid into the syringe.

Gerard looked at him.

Stiles made the mistake of meeting his gaze.

Suddenly Kate was behind him, her breasts pressing into his naked back. 

“That’s the good stuff, baby. That’s the real Silver Bullet right there, the same one you love so much, just a thousand times better,” she whispered in his ear. “And if you want it, you better be a good boy.”

Stiles couldn’t take his eyes off the syringe. Just the mention of the drug made all his cravings rush back tenfold. He wanted it. He wanted to feel it so bad.

He dropped on his knees in front of Gerard without any more hesitation. He didn’t like needles, and he didn’t like him, but he wanted… He needed the high.

Stiles didn’t expect to be backhanded hard enough to make his ears start ringing. There was a dizzying moment when he forgot where he was or why. Gerard grabbed his jaw, his fingers biting into him.

“When I give an order, I expect you to follow, is that understood?” he asked, sneering into his face from up close. 

Stiles whined. His right cheek was burning. It would probably bruise… But it wasn’t even close to being the worst thing he ever got just to get high.

The man stared into his eyes for a long moment, maybe waiting for him to put up a fight, but all Stiles wanted was the Silver Bullet. 

“Good,” he said finally, patting his face where it hurt. “Open your mouth.”

Stiles did.

Gerard trapped his tongue between his knuckles and pulled it outward and to the side. His fingers tasted salty and a bit bitter.

“This way, it will get right to your head,” he commented, Stiles closed his eyes as he saw the syringe getting closer. He just wanted to be alive again. “Don’t move.”

Gerard injected him at the base of his tongue. There was a sharp bite of pain that made him suck in a breath. He could feel his mouth flood with saliva.

And then…

Stiles remembered how happy he was back when he was just a kid and his mom bought him exploding candy. It was sweet and sour and like he had a little firework going off in his mouth. This was like that, but he could feel it in his head, his skull was filled with exploding candy, popping and popping and throwing sparks of flavors and colors and shapes and smells in every direction, every nerve in his body sizzling and popping and popping… The world was suddenly and inexplicably beautiful. 

Everything was so pretty and bright and pleasurable that it almost hurt. 

He could feel his hips pumping into the air, body convulsing like it was caught in an orgasm that just didn’t want to end. There were still fingers in his mouth and he moaned, licking and sucking at them eagerly. He felt like he was a flame, radiating pleasure and everything around him reflected it back, just amplifying it even more until he was drowning in light.

***

“What a nasty little slut,” Gerard said, letting the boy kneeling in front of him suckle on his fingers, slurping around his knuckles like he was trying to give the blowjob of his life. His eyes were glazed over and he was twitching almost alarmingly. “It’s been… what? Forty seconds? And he already came twice.”

Kate laughed, leaning against the doorframe.

“You like him, don’t you?” she asked, crossing her arms.

Gerard did, but he didn’t want Kate to know. The girl had to learn to do better, even if she managed to do an adequate job with this one.

“Should have been a girl,” Gerard reminded her, pushing his fingers in as deep as they could go, nudging the boy’s tonsils. He didn’t gag, but his eyes did roll back. Ah, and he was coming. Again. “But I will take it.”

[jksmoongf]

Kissing Fire [pt. 7]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!AU, angst, smut Wordcount: 6.7k Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies and maybe fluff if you squint

Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) Warning chapter 7: drama, baby!, light smut (thigh riding, oral (male receiving), cum play (kinda? If you squint really hard?)), mentions of masturbation 

Senses numbed from the alcohol; she awkwardly climbed out of the taxi, not caring that the short party dress had ridden up, exposing her panties not only to the driver but also to a couple passing by on the sidewalk. The last bit of decency she had left, she lost five soju bombs ago when her coworker paid for another round. Her legs were unsteady as she walked up to the little booth where the night shift security guard was watching a drama on a small monitor to keep himself awake at this time of night. “You’re out late.” He commented matter of factly. “It was my coworkers’ birthday so we went out.” Her tongue felt heavy as she tried to form a coherent sentence; the clear liquor slurring her speech every so slightly. A grin plastered all over his face, the guard jotted down her name on the visitors' list for the protocol. “Can you even sign your name?” He handed her a pen, scooting the sheet of paper through the small window. Rolling her eyes; she quickly signed next to her name; drawing a little heart after the last letter. “If I didn’t know you, I would say this isn’t you.” His eyes scanning her terrible attempt. “Lucky for me that you do know me. Don’t let them know I’m here, it’s a surprise.” She warbled, trying to walk away in a straight line to the apartment building. Halfway, she decided it would be easier if she took her heels off; carrying them, she made progress quickly, her legs feeling wobbly as she climbed up the stairs that never seemed to end. In the elevator, she fished her phone from her bra, and as soon as the doors slid open she tapped on Jungkook’s name. Steadying herself on the wall, she impatiently waited for him to pick up. “Hello?” His sleepy voice mumbled. “Baby.” She giggled. “Y/n? It’s 2 am, is everything okay?” The rustling of the duvet told her that he was sitting up in bed, a lot more awake than before. “Yeah, come open the door for me, will you?” Slowly, still guiding herself on the concrete wall, she walked towards the door. “What?” “Kookie, the door.” She whined, stamping her foot, the noise echoing loudly in the empty hallway. “Okay, wait.” With her back against the wall, she slid down until she was sitting on the cold floor. Stroppily she ran her fingers through her hair and adjusted her breasts in the low cut dress while singing Party in the USA quietly to herself. The clicking of the lock made her head spin around. “Noona?” Jungkook whispered until his eyes landed on her, scrambling to get up. Quickly he reached for her waist, lifting her onto her feet. “What were you doing on the floor?” “I was waiting for you.” Clumsily she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing sticky lipgloss kisses to his cheek. “You took so long to come get me.” “Only Two minutes.” “Two minutes can be very, very, veeeerrrrryyyy long.” She pouted, the tips of their noses touching. “Did you drink?” His lips curled into a smile. “Yeah but don’t tell on me, I have gum.” Her arms unwrapped from around his neck before scurrying to open her bag to look for the gum. “I won’t, I promise.” “Here…” Holding up the gum, she looked at him as if she had forgotten why she was looking for it, to begin with.  “Let’s go to my room.” He suggested, not wanting to get caught by one of his members. “My shoes!” She stumbled forward as she bent down to pick them up. Chuckling to himself he wrapped his arm around her tummy. “Be careful, baby.” As quietly as possible Jungkook closed the door behind them, listening for any sign of someone being out of their bedroom. “You have to be very quiet, noona.” “Got it.” Giving him a thumbs up after throwing her heels with a loud thump on the floor, next to an array of sneakers from the day before. Lacing his fingers with hers, he led the way to his room, cautious not to make any noise that would cause his older brothers to enter the scene. Only a few steps away from their destination, he suddenly heard a bump when she walked into a small sideboard mounted to the wall. “Noona…” He hissed through gritted teeth but she just started laughing, letting go of his hand as she hopped in place on one foot causing her to lose balance, crashing into the wall on the other side. Panic shot through his body; she would wake everyone up if he didn’t stop the giggles. He kneeled down next to her, cupping her face to seal her lips with a kiss but she pushed him away. “Ssssshhhhh Kookie, we’re supposed to be quiet.” Tilting his head a little, he let out a sarcastic chuckle before picking her up to carry her the rest of the way - controlling the damage her drunk state would get them in if he let her walk on her own. “Wow, you’re really strong. Do you work out?” Her hand squeezing his biceps in awe, as he pushed the door open with his foot. “You know I do.” Carefully he sat her down on the bed, watching as she crawled to the middle of the mattress. After locking the door, he sat down next to her, his leg dangling off the side, toes grazing against the hardwood flooring. Gently he brushed her hair from her face. “Did you have fun tonight, baby?” “Yeah, I did. I had…” She trailed off, using her fingers to count. “Seven Soju bombs.” “Seven?” His dark doe eyes were wide in shock. “Baby that’s a lot. You’ll need medicine so you don’t feel sick in the morning…I’ll g-..” “No, I need you that’s why I came here…” Interrupting him mid-sentence. “I missed you.” She whaled, throwing herself at him, pushing him down into the pillows. Lips greedily attacking his, tongue licking into his mouth instantly. He caved in; making a mental note to get the medicine before she would fall asleep. Jungkook could still taste the last remnants of alcohol, eyes falling shut as he fell victim to her lips. Trying to help her take her jacket off while she was intoxicated, as well as being trapped underneath her, proved to be a lot more difficult than he had expected when she was hellbent on not breaking the kiss. Like a baby deer in headlights, he looked at her, his movements stopping momentarily, only having freed one of her arms from the denim, he felt her clothed heat rubbing against his thigh. Groaning into her mouth, he pried his lips away to look at her. As if she was in a trance; she rocked her hips back and forth, making his gym shorts ride up. Her brows knitted together, eyes shut tightly - she focused on getting the friction she needed from him. Jungkook was holding his breath; his member pulsating uncomfortably against his leg, growing harder as he softly followed the curvature of her body in the scraps of fabric she called a dress, pulling it up over the rounds of her ass. Senses beginning to tingle as his fingertips traced the lace pattern until his hand was down far enough between their bodies. Breaking the point of contact for a split second she allowed him to pull the thin fabric to the side. She buried her face in the crevasse of his neck, breathing heavily against his skin, setting it on fire. With hands firmly placed on her hips, he helped her keep a steady rhythm. “Kookie…” The needy moan startled him, feeling her arousal coating his skin as she sank her teeth into his clavicle, trying to muffle the sounds leaving her. Not once had he imagined that her humping his thigh would make all the blood rush to his dick, straining hard against the polyester. Unsure of what to do, he flexed his muscle in hopes of helping her chase down her orgasm. In between moans and his name falling from her lips, she placed wet open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone. No longer able to resist the urge to touch himself; Jungkook palmed himself through his shorts, desperately in the need of some friction that would relieve the pressure forming a tight knot in his stomach. Trying to keep up the intervals of tensing up and relaxing his femoris, the slick melody of her folds grinding against his skin fogged up his mind; eliciting staggered whines from her. “Fuck…” She cried out and without warning, she sat up. Rolling her hips faster than before, her nails digging into his chest for support. Jungkook’s eyes were glued to her; her head thrown back in ecstasy, moans echoing in the dimly lit room as her hips were maniacally grinding against him. He was mesmerized; she looked so beautiful while using him- his thigh to get herself off. With her mouth in an o-shape, his name rolled so easily off her tongue even though she was drunk. There was nothing he could do; he just stared at her feeling her legs beginning to shake and that’s when he knew the volcano inside her was about to erupt. “Baby..I’m…” She fell forward, collapsing on his chest, muffling the scream of her orgasm washing over her against his burning skin.  

She was panting; gently he caressed her back wanting to say something but he came up short; embarrassment hindering him of telling her how much she turned him on, how badly he wanted her; feeling bad for not being responsible for her high. Her soft lips were leaving a trail of kisses down his stomach; snapping him out of his thoughts, evoking a groan from him when she pressed them onto the outline of his hard cock. “It’s your turn now.” She hummed gingerly, the vibrations making his member twitch in anticipation. He propped himself up in his elbows, not wanting to miss the view. A shudder ran down his spine when her tongue licked up her own juices; wanting nothing more than to taste the sweet remnants himself. “Let me taste…” He exhaled shakily, not realizing he had been holding his breath. She sat up between his legs, as did he, cupping her cheek, pulling her closer. His tongue darting into her mouth, eager to relish at least one drop of her sweetness. He leaned back against the headboard, there was not a chance in hell, he was going to lay back without watching her get to work. After throwing her jacket on the floor, she peeled off the top of her dress, pushing it down her ribs exposing her bra. Jungkook swallowed hard at the sight, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. Peppering an array of kisses across his chest and down his torso, she found herself back between his thighs; cautiously she hooked her fingers under the waistband, pulling down the black gym shorts. “Baby, you made a mess.” She giggled, slurping up the precum that had slowly trickled down his right thigh, some of it soaking the fitted sheet. “Your fault, noona…” His breath hitched when her pouty lips brushed against the sensitive head, blowing on it; covering his body in goosebumps. Her hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, moving it out of the way to have better access, letting her tongue play with his scrotum before taking it in her mouth. He gulped down the saliva that had gathered in his mouth, perspiration beginning to form on his forehead, his dick twitching pathetically against his tummy. With a loud plop, she pulled away, making him groan in disappointment, the pleasurable feeling subsiding quickly. The blade of her tongue slowly licked a wet stripe from the base to the engorged tip. His chest rising and falling rapidly; he didn’t dare to blink, afraid he might miss the moment he had been waiting for but she was in charge and decided to torture him some more before giving him what he wanted. Assiduously she busied herself with covering every inch of his member with kisses, avoiding the tip. “N-noona…please…” He whined, legs stirring impatiently as her nails softly scratched over the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen. “Hm?” She innocently looked up at him, batting her lashes as if she didn’t know what he wanted from her, sucking on the protruding vein on his shaft. “Please…” His mouth felt dry, cheeks flushed as he mustered up the courage to tell her what he wanted from her. “U-use your mouth properly…” He wanted to close his eyes in shame for the words that left his mouth but he knew that if he broke eye contact, she would keep up the game. He loved and hated being at her mercy, “I am using it properly…” She trailed off, her tongue dancing on the fine line between his shaft and the tip making him whine in response immediately. 

“Aaahh n-no…please…”A giggle filled the air before the tip of her tongue gave his head tiny kitten licks, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly as he felt more precum dripping down. He watched her as she coated her lips in it. “Does it look like lipgloss?” Throwing his head back, he let out an irritated chuckle. “Baby…please, I can’t take it anymore.” Jungkook was about to lose it, he was so desperate to find his release; wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth of her mouth swallowing him. “You’re no fun.” She pinched the inside of thigh at the same time as she finally wrapped her lips around the tip; her hand moving up and down his length in a slow rhythm. She lazily sucked on it, like she would a lollipop, hallowing her cheeks to increase the pressure. Taking deep breaths; Jungkook tried to hold it together as she suddenly pulled away. As he was about to groan in annoyance, she adjusted her position to let spit dribble down his cock, before taking him back into her mouth as far as she could, the head hitting the back of her throat easily. Pulling away, she licked her lips only to sink back down again, even further this time. Almost lovingly he brushed her hair from her face; he wanted to see his length disappear in her mouth and down her throat. Her face was close to his stomach, his pubic hair tickling her nose; bobbing her head up and down a few times. While his left hand was still fisting the sheets; his right hand had an iron grip on her head. Eyes glossed over with lust, he bucked his hips up into her mouth just as she was letting his length slide down the back of her tongue. Gently pushing her head down, making her swallow around him, her nails were digging into his thighs resisting the strength of his hand. Choking and gasping for air, she pulled away - a string of saliva still connecting her lips to his cock. “Y/n, I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have..” Guilt laced in his voice as a single tear ran down her cheek from the unexpected intrusion. “No, no! It’s okay. Just warn me next time. I wasn’t prepared.” Giving him no time to apologize again, her tongue was pressed flat against the underside of the shaft, licking its way up to the tip. “Do it again, baby.” She smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip. Burying his hand in her hair; Jungkook let her take a few deep breaths before the moist warmth of her mouth engulfed him once again. Sweat dripping down his temples as his breathing picked up, stifling his moans; lewdly she sucked on the tip, her hand working the shaft, spreading the mixture of spit and precum.  “Noona-ahhh, wanna…” Slowly she wrapped her mouth around him, inhaling through her nose, before he pushed her head down, his hips pistoning upward to eagerly meet the depth of her throat. The feeling of utter bliss washed over him, his balls contracting from the tightness of her throat. If this was what heaven was like then he was ready to die. Allowing her to breathe for a moment, he thrust his cock right back in; her face pressed up against his stomach; tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Taking his hand between his teeth to muffle the flurry of curse words falling from his lips. Both of her hands wrapped around his length, pumping up and down quickly while she sucked on the engorged head like there was no tomorrow. “Shit…fuckkk…baby…” He whined, as he finally erupted in her mouth. Hot streams of cum coating her tongue, filling her mouth. But she didn’t stop, sucking every last drop of the liquid gold out of him. His thigh muscles were twitching from the buildup, when she lifted her head up, his slowly softening dick slapping against his skin. “That was a lot.” She smiled, using the back of her hand to wipe away the few droplets of semen from her chin that she had not managed to swallow. Clumsily she laid down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “How do you feel?” His voice was low and husky, he could tell by the look on her face that the alcohol was still poisoning her bloodstream. “Hmm…good? A little dizzy.” She slurred sleepily, wrapping her arm tightly around his chest, pulling herself closer to him. “You need to rest. I’m going to get you some water and medicine.” He tried sitting up, but she wouldn’t move, clinging to him like a koala bear. “No, don’t go. I wanna cuddle.” The needy tone made a smile tug on his lips; she was so cute even when she wasn’t sober. “We can cuddle when I’m back.”  “Ugh, fine.” She rolled onto her back, finally allowing him to sit up and pull his gym shorts over his ass.  “Let’s get you ready for bed first.” She shook her head no but he pulled her up. “Arms up.” He instructed as he rolled the dress up her body before freeing her from her bra. Quickly he grabbed one of his black t-shirts for her to wear but she had laid back down again. “Noona, come on at least put the shirt on.”  “No, don’t wanna…” She rolled onto her side, pulling the duvet up to her chin, looking like a little burrito in her cocoon of blankets and pillows.  “Okay, I’ll be right back” He walked around the bed, bending down to softly press his lips to her cheek. But as he turned to leave his room, she grabbed his hand. 

“Be my boyfriend.” She mumbled, her eyes emptily fixated on the floor. “But I am your boyfriend, baby.” He said, chuckling softly; the crinkles around his eyes showing. “No, you’re not. You’re Yina’s boyfriend, not mine. Why don’t you wanna be my boyfriend, Kookie?” The girl he loved looked up at him; eyes swimming in tears, her lips trembling. “You’ll never be mine.” The moment she let go of his hand, he could feel his heart crack. It seemed like she had lost all hope that he would actually break things off with Yina. Burying her face in the pillow; she sobbed as if she was in physical pain. He didn’t know what to do; wishing that one of his brothers would magically appear to give him advice but he was on his own. Guilt and shame shot through his veins; she was right. No matter how many times he told her that he was hers; he really wasn’t - not fully. He wasn’t leading her on, he truly loved her, he really did. He was so in love with her that he would do anything for her; even jump off a bridge if that was what she wanted from him to prove his love. He would do anything but he couldn’t muster up the courage to end his old relationship. He knew, he should’ve done it months ago but the deep-rooted fear inside him stopped him; only prolonging the inevitable - he would have to hurt Yina. There was no way around it and if he couldn’t find the guts to do it soon, he would end up losing y/n too. How much longer would she stay if he kept breaking his promise over and over again? He laid down beside her sob-ridden body, wrapping his arm around her; pulling her to his chest. “I am yours, baby.” He whispered, his lips brushing against her hair. “I love you so much, you have to believe me.” “You’re not mine…” Her voice was so tiny, so fragile that it ripped his heart right out of his chest. He hated himself for doing this to her; he hated that made her cry so much when he just wanted her to be happy. Letting her cry, he rubbed reassuring circles on her back; Jungkook closed his eyes, tears silently falling down his cheeks. He was causing her so much pain that it was killing him on the inside; making a pact with himself that this was the last time he would have to carry the burden of being the one responsible for making her cry. In a few days, everything would be different; in a few days, everything would be okay. He held her until the tears stopped and she had fallen asleep in his arms; not daring to move, hoping her dreams were better than reality. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I will make this right…for you.” Jungkook whispered, gingerly his lips brushed against her forehead. “I love you so much, you don’t even know…” * “Thank you.” Jimin ran his fingers through his hair, as he eyed his new hair color attentively in the mirror on the wall. “You’re welcome.” The staff member smiled, gathering up the supplies to clean them and put them away. Excitedly he got up, leaving the little in-house salon of the company building; pulling out his phone when he was alone in the corridor to snap a few selfies to post to his family group chat; keeping his promise to his mother that he would keep them updated on everything. Casually he strolled down the hallways looking for his members; Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi were all cooped up in the latter’s studio and there was no way he’d try to interrupt their workflow, not with a comeback around the corner. Jin was going to get his hair cut too; since he had been complaining for weeks on end that it was getting too long. Quickly he sent a text to Taehyung, hoping that he could hang out with him and Ha-na for a little bit before it was time for his physical therapy session, his neck and back muscles feeling tense from practice. Passing by Jungkook’s studio, he noticed a weird flickering light through the milky glass from the door. The youngest member had told him that he wanted to get some work done but he never worked with pretty much all the lights off. Intrigued by the odd scenery, Jimin knocked on the door but got no answer, even after trying a couple more times. Quietly he pushed down the handle; his eyes needing a moment to adjust to the darkness; the room only being illuminated by the small scented candle on the desk and the light of the computer screen, soft music reaching his ears from the speaker on the shelf next to him, blending oddly with an unidentifiable sound. “Jungkookie…” He said, announcing himself when his eyes could finally make out the youngest hair peeking over the back part of the gaming chair but he didn’t move nor did he say something. Panic stirred up in his stomach and he took a few steps towards the desk, simply wanting to check if everything was okay. “Fuck…” Jungkook whimpered, making Jimin stop in his tracks, finally able to recognize the odd slick sound that he kept hearing. Heat rushed to his cheeks, eyes darting to the bottle of lotion next to the candle; this would get really awkward if his brother turned around but he just couldn’t let this opportunity slide; this was the perfect chance to find a new way of teasing him later on and getting back to him for the countless times he had teased him.  Stepping a little to the right, now able to look at the screen Jimin’s eyes grew bigger and bigger, hands flying to his mouth in shock. His heart was hammering against his ribs as if he had just danced the hardest choreography of his life. Expecting to see some illegally downloaded porn, the smile on his face vanished into nothingness when he saw the shaky phone quality video. The blood in his veins froze when he realized who the girl on the screen was when she turned her head; he had seen that side-profile many a times before. Pinching himself - just to make sure he was actually awake and not in a hair-dye infused dream that he actually just saw Jungkook’s name on her lips; wincing from the sharp pain shooting through his arm. It took all of his willpower to get his legs moving; the slick sound intensifying in his ears, wishing he would momentarily go deaf. Slowly he backed away, bumping into the shelf next to the door, catching the speaker in his sweaty hands before it hit the floor. Trying not to make a sound, he placed it back on its designated spot; blindly reaching for the door handle, eyes still glued to the screen as the video started over again, eliciting a moan from Jungkook. Shutting the door behind him; he started running to the nearest bathroom, locking himself in there. Confusion fogging up his brain; he propped himself up on the sink; looking into the mirror. “What the fuck was that?” He whispered in bewilderment; the sinking feeling in his stomach making him want to throw up. Desperately clinging to the tiny spark of hope that this was all a dream. * Ha-na’s head was resting on her boyfriend’s shoulder, while his hand innocently played with her hair, both attentively watching the movie Hoseok had picked; who was now just scrolling on his phone instead of paying attention. Her gaze shifting to the other side of the couch; Jimin was sitting in the corner of the L-shaped sofa, legs pulled up to his chest, brooding expression on his face. It was almost like his eyes were piercing through Jungkook’s skull, who had propped up his laptop on a pillow, y/n sitting next to him, watching as he edited her pictures. “Kookie, what if you turn the saturation up just a smidge?” “Hm, I don't know. I like it with the soft filter better, look!” He tapped the trackpad a couple of times before pointing at the screen. “See, it kind of casts this shadow on your face when I do that…” Her eyes darted back to Jimin, his lips were tightly pressed together as his shaking hand balled up into a fist. Ever since she had met him he had been terrible at hiding his emotions, his face always giving him away. “And if I use the soft one, it …you just look really pretty, noona.” “You think?” Y/n beamed at him; Jungkook’s cheeks turning pink and he shyly smiled at her. Jimin shifted in his spot, anxiously tapping his fingers on a pillow; she could tell he was getting more and more agitated by the second but she didn’t know what was bothering him.  “Oh Tae look, I just got this email…” Hoseok held out his phone for the younger one to see, causing him to lean to the side. “It’s their new summer collection.” “What? Really?” Her boyfriend scooted closer to Hobi so they could look at the pictures together. “Alright, I’m getting us some snacks and drinks.” After patting her legs, she stood up. “Jimin, help?” At the sound of his name, he looked at her in confusion, not expecting to be addressed by anyone in the room, too consumed with trying to kill the youngest with his glares. “Come on, move.” She grinned and he followed her to the kitchen like a lost puppy trailing behind its owner. Casually she opened one of the cupboards pretending to look for some chips before snapping around; trying to catch him off guard but Jimin was just leaning against the counter, too deep in thought to even notice. “What’s up with you?” “Nothing.” He muttered under his breath, tracing the marble pattern of the countertop with his fingertips. “You’ve been acting strange ever since we got in the car to go home.” “Oh no, I’m just tired. It was a long day.” She raised her brows. “You know, I was just wondering…” “Yes?” “Is it normal for friends to be sitting that close together?” His voice was shaking when he asked the question; he was scared of her answer but she knew what he was getting at. “Who? Jk and y/n?” He nodded, not daring to make eye contact with her. “No, it’s totally not!” “So you’re seeing what I’m seeing?” Finally looking at her; he swallowed hard, his palms feeling clammy again. “Yeah, I’ve been seeing it for a while now.” 

Suddenly he reached for her hand, clutching it tightly. “I have to tell you something but I can’t do it here.” He started walking, pulling her behind him to his room. She had trouble keeping up with his long strides, stumbling ever so often. Closing the door behind him, he rested his back against the wooden surface. “I have to tell someone or I’ll explode.” Nervous anticipation flared up inside her; was this the moment she had been waiting for for months now? “Ha-na promise me, you won’t tell a soul about what I’m going to tell you!” He made his way over to her; grabbing her shoulders his fingers clawing into her shirt. “I promise.” “You can’t even tell Taehyungie! I don’t want him to get upset.” Jimin held out his pinky and she wrapped hers around his. “Pinky promise, I won’t tell anyone.” “Okay, so I went to Jungkook’s studio and I-…” “Ah here you are, we wanted to order…” Hoseok opened the door to his and Jimin’s room; both of their heads snapping in the older one's direction. “GET OUT!” They both yelled in unison causing the older one’s eyes to almost pop out of his head. “You brats! You’re not getting any tiramisu!” Hobi said in this best dad voice, swinging the door shut, muffling his chuckle.  “Go on Jiminie, I’m dying here…” As if to prepare herself for what he was about to say, she covered her mouth, her teeth sinking hard into her bottom lip. “So I walk inside, it’s dark and I hear that weird noise and at first I didn’t know what it was… Ha-na he was…” He trailed off, deciding on making a gesture with his hand, instead of saying the actual words. “He was beating the meat? Charming the snake? Cleaning his snorkel?” “OHMYGOD! Don’t call it that.” He screeched, flailing his arms to get her to stop using weird analogies. “So you walked in on him masturbating? What’s the big deal? You’ve all lived together for so long, even sharing one room and beds, I’m sure it has happened before…” Disappointment was swinging in her voice; her hopes of something exciting happening crushed into pieces.  “Yeah but that is not the point that threw me off, he was watching a video…” Taking deep breaths to muster up the courage, he finally said the words she was dying to hear. “It was a video of y/n having sex and I’m pretty sure it was Jungkook who was fucking her, I could see his hand and his arm, I know it was him. I couldn’t hear any of the audio because he was wearing headphones but I could read his name from her lips.” 

“Finally, thank you.” She threw her arms around him in relief to finally have the proof she needed, hugging him so tightly he thought she was going to break his ribs before letting him go. “What do you mean?” “I knew there was something going on between them. I just knew it! I was right the whole time! I’ve walked in on them in his studio and she was on his lap when there was a perfectly good chair for her to sit on.” “Are you saying it’s not a one-time thing?” Jimin’s eyes grew bigger, not able to grasp the concept of this happening for longer than he had originally thought.  “Trust me, it’s been months. A couple of days ago, after our game night, I saw them making out in the kitchen when everyone was asleep. I just wasn’t sure if it was just that or if they were having sex.”  “Well, I saw it with my own two eyes.” He cried out, throwing his head back dramatically. “The images still flash before my eyes every time I close them. I’ll have nightmares for weeks.”

Tapping her chin with her index finger, she sat down on Hobi’s bed, crossing her legs. “It explains a lot, like why he sometimes disappears and doesn’t come home overnight or why he’s so eager to please her all the time.” “I never really thought much of any of those things.” Jimin sat down across from her on his own bed. “I just assumed he went to Yina’s apartment or he was being really nice to her because she’s Tae’s best friend and he wanted to show Tae that he cares.” 

She was kneading her bottom lip between her fingers; suddenly everything seemed to make sense. All the times she had seen them together coming from an empty break room or dance studio in the company building, how he always made snide remarks about her as a coverup, the way he had acted out of character when they had tried to set up y/n with Hyungsik, trying way too hard to force information out of them on where the date was. “Do you remember y/n coming here after her date and she walked in on Jungkook and Yina and then she cried her eyes out?” Jimin nodded his head; it was like she had switched on a lightbulb above his head. “Hyungsik mentioned to Tae that she was seeing a guy. I’m telling, you there is no mystery guy, it has always been Jk.” “No, Ha-na! I don’t think that’s true.”  “Jimin, it’s so obvious, isn’t it? All the evidence points to Jungkook cheating on Yina with her for months, if you want to believe it or not!” “Jungkookie would never.” Switching places; she sat down next to him to wrap her arm around his shoulders, trying to comfort him. She knew how fond he was of the youngest, he adored him just like the others did. They all raised him although they had been so young themselves. “We taught him better than that, he would never do that.”  “Don’t start blaming yourself; you did nothing wrong. He made the decision to cheat on his girlfriend all by himself! He decided to get his dick wet somewhere else.” 

“Poor Yina. Do you think she knows already or should we tell her?” “She told me that Jungkook has been distancing himself from her but I don’t think she suspects that he’s sleeping with someone. And no, I’m not doing his dirty work for him. If he thinks it’s okay to cheat then he should man up and tell her the truth.” Jimin’s eyes were swimming in tears. “But we have to do something. She deserves to know!” Gently she ruffled his hair. “I know but we don’t have any evidence, we just saw things. We would need actual proof and I’m not going to snoop through anyone’s phone or computer to get it.” The boy groaned, flopping back onto the mattress, rubbing his eyes. “Ha-na, I’m just so confused. I don’t understand why he did it.” Unsure of whether Jimin could handle the harsh truth; she rested her hand on his knee, giving it a light squeeze. “We will never know unless we ask him or both of them.” “No, looking at them makes me so angry. I can’t stand being in the same room with them, being all over each other when they know what they’re doing is wrong.”

Ha-na laid down beside him, staring at the white ceiling. “I really want to know for how long they have been sneaking around, it’s been two months at least.” “Must be a while…” Jimin mumbled. “Haven’t you noticed that they are wearing the same bracelet?” “What?” She rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her arm. “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I noticed it while trying to murder both of them with my stares. It’s this black leather bracelet with the silver plate.”  “So if they’re wearing couple bracelets then it’s more serious than I initially thought.” With a big sigh, she rolled back onto her back.  “I guess so.” He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, tears still threatening to spill.  “All this time, I thought that maybe they were just fucking around but what if they are serious-serious?” 

Jimin turned around to lie on his stomach, crossing his arms in front of him to rest his head on them. “I hope they are not, they can’t be. Jungkook wouldn’t throw everything away he has with Yina for someone else.” A grim smile tugged at Ha-na’s lips; if this situation wasn’t so fucked up, she would have deemed it adorable that Jimin held on to Jungkook’s innocence so tightly. All of his members just loved him so much that the thought of him doing one of the worst things one could possibly do to the person they love, was too much to bear. She had made it her mission to find out the truth but now that she knew, the feeling of satisfaction faded quickly. For a moment she closed her eyes; Taehyung’s face appearing in front of her mind's eye; no matter what they were going to do, she had to protect him from finding out. It would break his heart to know that two of the people he loved so deeply were capable of the ultimate betrayal. “Jimin! I want answers, we’re going to talk to Jungkook!” “Now?” He sat up, panic straining his voice. He wasn’t prepared to talk to his little brother; let alone look him in the eyes after everything he had found out today. Remembering the old days, when he had been too shy to even take his shirt off in front of them, let alone talk to girls. But everything was different now -Jungkook had grown up, he would never be able to look at him the same way again. It felt like someone had punched him in the stomach; the queasy feeling never subsiding fully. His little brother, his Jungkookie, the one he treasured so much and who could never do anything wrong in his eyes, was not the person he thought he was. When did he change? Was it all y/n’s fault? Did she trick him into cheating on his girlfriend? His face pulled into a grimace; they were both at fault, after all, it takes two to tango. There were no words to describe how disappointed he was, it felt like it was about to crush him. They all had failed at teaching Jungkook right from wrong when he so blindly ran into the arms of disaster.  “Ha-na, I can’t talk to him. I’m sorry.” He mumbled, feeling hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he finally caved under the overwhelming pressure of emotions. 

[diegoh4rgreeves]

Butter Peekin

Story Summary: Reader is a music director of the Netflix series, The Umbrella Academy. One day the main cast initiate a lunch break together only to have David Castañeda and reader unable to find them at their supposed meeting spot. Reader and David decide to spend their lunch break together with ice-cream and they start to feel a connection. They’re so into their time together that they run late back to work. Their coworkers tease them over it, including Gerard Way! The next day, David asks reader out on a date and gets their number. This prompts reader to try and kiss him until they get cock-blocked by Tom Hopper. The day after that, David kisses reader just days before their date.

Pairing: David Castañeda x Fan

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 3,263 words

Warning: Fluff

A/N: I referenced a podcast David was recently a guest on (x). I was originally going to make this a drabble that ends when the lunch break does. Then it just got so cute. I couldn’t stop typing! I hope you all get the same warm and fuzzy feelings I did when I wrote this. Also I made this gender-neutral hence the lack of details for the reader and referring to them in they/them pronouns. Enjoy!

The ice cream shop on Queen St. E is cramped, just as any other place in downtown Toronto is. The whole colour scheme is pale yellow and primary blue; some walls are painted one colour or the other. There’s a chalkboard with the specials written on it.

Out of all the places you could have been hanging out with your celebrity crush in, you never thought it would be Ed’s Real Scoop.

“A butter pecan on a cone, and whatever they’re having.” A tall and built man with a beard signals the ice cream shop server to you with his wallet. He is wearing cargo shorts, a grey sweatshirt, a cap, socks, and running shoes.

You never thought of David Castañeda wearing something like this. He’s Diego Hargreeves in the Netflix series, The Umbrella Academy! Diego wears leather clad and swings knives at targets. Then again, David is David. The actor must be different from the character. Also, he wore this same outfit in an hour-long podcast you so watched in the summer. The podcast happened when he was in Thailand.

Now, he’s filming for season 2 of The Umbrella Academy, which gets you out of your day job. You are a music director on the show and that pays your bills. David and you are acquaintances, or so you think.

You shyly smile at David and thank him for offering to pay for your ice-cream. Then you tell the server your order of choice.

As the server prepares both your ice-creams, you look the opposite direction of David. David and you get along in the studio. You’re just used to seeing him with the rest of the cast and crew. You only have this alone time with him because theoretically the rest of the main cast ditched you both. You all originally planned to have lunch together. David and you failed to find them once lunch started, so David decided to take you out for ice cream.

Just as you are accepting this silence between David and you, he lets out a laugh. You look up at him and can’t help but to laugh along. His smile and his laugh are so cute and contagious. You just love his teeth. “What, what is it?”

He takes a moment before laughing again. “Okay, I wanna tell you something and you have to promise not to laugh. You swear?”

You giggle. “No promises.”

He beams up at you. “Y/N, please. This is top-secret info, okay?”

You hold your hands up and let out some incoherent sound. You weren’t sure if to say Okay or Fine.

I promise probably would have cut it. You let it go. He’s still smiling so hard.

“Okay…” He begins. “So, you know that I was born in Mexico, right?”

“Uh huh.” Of course, you know that. You’ve only googled him a hundred times.

“And that I went to high school in LA.”

You nod again. God, you really hope that David doesn’t know about your big crush on him.

“Right, so I could speak English fluently then. I just couldn’t pronounce certain words. Like, butter pecan!” He shudders. “Why do people say it like pikahn? That sounds so bougie!”

You actually remember hearing him tell that fun fact in the podcast. You’re not sure how to react to something you’ve already heard before. You decide to tell him another fun fact. “You know that you can say pee-can.”

He looks at you in amazement. “Wait, really!? Why didn’t anyone tell me that?” He looks the opposite of your direction and mutters the other pronunciation for his favourite ice-cream flavour. Then he looks at you and laughs once again. “Pee… can. Can of pee.”

You choke out a laugh. Right now, he’s just as fun-loving and weird and gross as he is to you with the group. You wonder why you were so nervous and anxious just a few seconds ago. He’s such a lovely human being with good energy. You decide to confess something to him. “I actually listened to the podcast you told the butter pikhan story.”

He beams up. “Oh really? What did you think of it?”

You’re oddly relieved at his response. Come to think of it, why did you think that watching the podcast would be a bad thing? “Well, I mean… the butter peekin story was great.” You realise you didn’t let him finish his story. He used to pronounce butter pecan as butter peekin. He chuckles anyway. “Can I… be honest about the podcast guys though?” You ask.

David smirks. “What is the tea?” He makes a sizzling noise.

You roll your eyes and laugh. “Can you ever give a serious answer to anything?”

“Sorry,” he laughs.

“No no, it’s fine! It’s entertaining.”

He gives you one last smile before the server calls you both for your ice-creams. David walks to the end of the counter where the cashier is. He takes out a $20 bill for both your ice-creams and he puts some of his change in the tip jar.

“Do you wanna stay here or take a walk on Woodbine Beach?” He takes a lick of his butter pecan ice-cream.

You give him a puzzled look. “What about fans? They’re going to stop you and ask for your autograph!” You take a lick of your ice cream and accidentally get a big chunk of the frozen treat in your mouth. You let it melt inside. You like the numbness on your tongue.

He leads you both out the shop and you passively follow him. Then he rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Y/N, you flatter me. First you watch my podcast and now you believe I have fans.”

You spit out your ice cream from a burst of laughter. You didn’t even care he pointed out the podcast. His self-deprecating humour reminded you why you love him so much.

“You okay there?” He chuckles.

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Yeah, thanks, David.” It was your turn to be sarcastic.

“Here, I picked up some napkins.” He pulls some out of his shorts pockets. You let out a hand with the assumption that he’ll hand you the napkin. Instead, he stops you both on the sidewalk outside the shop and he wipes your ice-cream covered lips with it. This might be the closest you’ve ever gotten to him besides a hug. He’s touching your lips and it’s great, even though he’s not touching them with his lips.

He lets go. You clear your throat and thank him.

It feels like a movie moment. You think that you should let the tension last as the streets had their usual noise of honking cars and beeping bus stops. In that sound, he’d think of kissing you. Instead, he picks up your conversation from the ice-cream shop. “So, what didn’t you like about those interviewers from the podcast?”

“Hmm?” You look at him as you try and adjust to a new conversation topic. “Oh right.” You’ve processed what he said. “Well, call me a social justice warrior, but I thought they were so politically incorrect, you know? Like… after you said the butter peekin story and you called an old friend a coconut. They thought that was racist? Seriously?”

David rolls his eyes. “Yeah… I was confused by that.”

“You seemed it!”

“I wanted to ask them how was that racist, and they just said that we weren’t gonna get into it. I mean, I couldn’t really do anything after that, you know? I didn’t wanna cause a scene, especially in my big break!”

“I thought you didn’t have fans.”

He opens his mouth and leaves it hanging. “Touché.”

You chuckle. Gosh, does he have such a good sense of humour. You look at him with a serious look. “There is another thing I wanna point out about those guys.”

“More tea!?” He grins. “Damn Y/N, I never took you for a gossip girl!”

You guffaw. “Wow okay! So that’s how you see me now?”

He chuckles. “Maybe… I like it anyway. You’ve got spunk and don’t take shit from anybody.”

You blush. David paid you a compliment and you’re trying so hard to see it as a friendly comment. “Yeah, well…” You play off your bashfulness with an exaggerated hair flip. “You know you love me.”

He lets out a hearty laugh, and that only makes you feel overwhelmed. Have you always been this funny? Does anyone else laugh this hard at your jokes?

You’re having such a good time with him that you never mind the talk about the podcast anymore. Who wants to rant about two white guys when you’re with the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen!?

David and you take a stroll on the beach. It isn’t until you’re walking on it and feel the cool air from the lake that you felt how hot it was outside earlier. The beach really soothes you. David and you are still on a sugar high from the ice-creams, and you rush finishing them so that the sand doesn’t rush up on your treats from the wind. You’re laughing so hard as he slurps his cone and tilts it up. It’s probably a disgusting view to the people around you, and that makes it more entertaining for you.

David turns around to see if anyone’s looking at him. There does appear to be an irritated family sitting on some lawn chairs. He looks at you. “And you thought I had fans.”

You hold your stomach from laughing. “Don’t kill me!”

He smiles along with your laugh. When he finishes his ice cream, he rubs his hands to get the crumbs off. He pulls out his smartphone and gasps. “Uhh… Y/N.” He shows you the time. “I think break was over looong ago.”

You gasp. “Oh fuck… You have some missed calls too!”

“It’s okay! We’ll get an uber.”

“Yeah?” You check with him. “Will it cost much?”

He slings his wrist and purses his lips. “It’s on me, it’s fine.”

“You already paid for ice-cream. Let me split this with you.”

He shrugs. “Okay. Whatever. We’ll figure it out. Let’s just get back now!” David opens the Uber app on his phone and starts ordering a ride. You both wait at the parking lot of the beach together until your ride’s here.

David and you come back to the studio in a panic. You only see the main cast and crew laugh at your dramatic entrance of running inside. David and you freeze as you look at them. You’re especially worried over what Gerard Way thinks.

“Why are you guys running!?” Emmy Raver-Lampman looks like she’s about to cry from how hard she’s laughing. You’re quite embarrassed by that. You’ve also had a bit of a crush on her. Now this woman with goddess-like features and long curly hair is seeing you all sweaty and covered in ice-cream stickiness and you’re heavily breathing.

“Yeah, you’re late, you’re late.” The 16-year-old actor with a page-boy haircut lets out a chuckle. Aidan Gallagher is like his character, Five, in real life. He’s stoic.

Robert Sheehan, the tall and scrawny man with the messy brown hair, green eyes, messy black eyeliner, and funky and colourful clothing chimes in. “David and Y/N sittin’ in a tree…”

“Honestly, where did you guys go?” The short girl with the brown hair and button-like eyes cuts in. Yes, this is your idol since tweenhood, Ellen Page. “We waited for you.”

“Where!?” David yells out.

This gets everyone to bicker over the original plans of where to meet up at lunch time. Before this can go on, a tall and burly man with long dyed-red hair and bright blue eyes cuts in. “Alright, guys. David is back. Now you can film again!” He looks over at you. “Well Y/N, you don’t have to work again for another while, unless there are scenes you can add music to right now.”

You nod your head. “Yes sir. I’m on it. Sorry we’re late!”

He rolls his eyes and laughs. “I don’t even wanna know what David and you got up to.”

This gets the cast to make scandalised faces at David and you. “As I said!” Robert calls out. “David and Y/N sittin’ in a tree!”

“Robert!” Gerard calls out. “Go back to filming.”

You lose David in the crowd of the main cast, so you don’t get to wave goodbye and thank him for a fun lunch break, which had a surprisingly pleasant and wholesome ending.

—–

It’s the day after. You enter the lounge room of the studio. You put down a box of doughnuts on a table there. On top of the box, you leave a sticky note. It reads, Sorry I was late yesterday. I got an assorted range. Hope you all enjoy these. -Y/N

You take one last look at the box and then turn around to see David. This makes you jump up. You didn’t expect to see him in. In fact, you didn’t even hear anyone come in! “Hey David.” You let out a breath.

He looks at you all confused. “Did I scare you?”

“Kind of. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Oh, my bad.” He chuckles. He looks over you and takes notice of the box of pastries. “What’s this?”

“Hmm?” You turn around to see what he’s looking at. “Oh.” You turn around back to him. “Just an apology gift for yesterday.” You laugh nervously.

He nods. “Can I split the money with you since I wanna apologise too?”

“Are you mocking me?” You scoff.

He laughs. “I mean I do feel bad about yesterday actually and I don’t wanna be late again from getting a box of doughnuts. So…”

You shrug. “It’s on me. You did pay for the Uber.”

“Thanks.” He nods.

You nod back. You’re not sure what to say next. “I should probably head to my department.”

“Yeah, sure. But first…” He looks down at the ground and then back at you. “I just wanted to say that I had a lot of fun yesterday.”

Your heart warms up and you open your mouth. You know that you should say something. “Yeah. Me too. I mean, I had a lot of fun too. With you.” You clear your throat.

He smiles. “If you… ever wanna do this again some time, I’d be down.”

You cannot believe what you’re hearing. You have been asked out by other people in the past year, and you were just irritated. You could sense the bad vibes from those people. David though, he reminds you of your crushes back in high school. You are purely excited. “Yeah. Yeah definitely.”

“Something longer than a lunch break.” He smirks.

You giggle. “Yeah, I hear that. Do you want my number by the way?”

“Oh.” He beams up. “Right, yeah. I was going to ask for that next.” He chuckles and takes his phone out of his jeans pocket.

You smile and accept the phone. He has the page for you to add your name and number on. You type everything in and hand the phone back to him. “Okay, text me at your own will.”

He laughs. “I will. I might call after work actually. Is that okay?”

You open your mouth and wanna exclaim something. You remember to play it cool though. You just love phone calls so much. They’re so intimate and they’re one of the few old-fashioned things you value. Instead of freaking him out, you simply nod your head.

He smiles one last time before saying bye and heading out the lounge room.

You know that you won’t see him in another while. He’ll be working the whole day, and so will you. You look back and forth to your side and then to his direction. You want to kiss him. But is it too soon? You don’t know, but you decide to go in for the kill. You head out the lounge room only to be stopped by Tom Hopper, the tall and muscular actor with the buzzed haircut. He shows you a photo of his babies that his wife just texted him. He’s British. It’s 1pm in England. You go along with his excitement and compliment his babies on how cute they are.

You’re in your apartment after a long day of work. You decided to stay in at the studio for your lunch break. You ate a sandwich you brought from home and watched a few finished scenes of The Umbrella Academy. You brainstormed which songs would be fitting for all of the scenes you watched today. There was a meeting for it afterwards.

You change into your comfy clothes at your apartment and get a sense of relief. You prepare some food and plop on the couch. You turn on Netflix and watch the TV show of your choice. You can’t really get into what you’re watching though. You’re too busy mindlessly munching on your food and zoning out. You wonder if Tom cockblocking you was a good idea. Chasing after David for a kiss would have definitely been a desperate move. You also try to justify your decision with the fact that you’ve known David for a while now. There are romantic implications. Maybe he wants to kiss you too.

Before you can ponder on this, you hear your phone quickly vibrate. You pick it up and see a text letting you know that it’s David. You beam up and immediately save his name and number on your phone. You text him “Hey!” He texts and asks if it’s okay to call you right now.

You text a thumbs up emoji. You anticipate the call as you look at the text thread. Your phone gives longer vibrations this time, which shows that you’re getting a call. You pick it up. “Hello?”

“Y/N.” There’s that sexy deep voice. “Hey. How’s it going?”

You can feel your heart fluttering. You’re relieved that you didn’t kiss him. It would have scared him off. Tom cockblocking you made all this worth it.

—–

You see David the next day at work. You’re both in the lounge room before your times to start. You’re the only ones in the room and smile at one another as you walk in. “So, I guess we just awkwardly look at each other before Friday?” You quip. Friday is your date with David. You’re getting dinner and plan to go back to the beach.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He smirks. “That or…” He looks away and sighs.

You furrow your brows. “Or what?”

He walks over to you from the coffee machine and holds your face. He rubs one of your cheeks with his thumb and leans in. He eyes the room before touching your lips with his.

You’re quite surprised over this. You still close your eyes and go along with it. He tastes like the black coffee he just made and sipped. He smells really good from his body spray and you get a whiff of his shampoo. He must have showered before coming here. Your lips are so relaxed on each other until he presses harder and holds your waist to lean you in. You wrap your arms around his neck. You both sigh in the kiss until he decides to let go.

He looks at you and rubs your cheek with his thumb one last time before pecking your nose and walking out the room.

You are stunned. Much to your luck, he also had an urge to kiss you.

[skzrequests]

Fortunately - Hwang Hyunjin

@sunnycatuwu said : “My pace. Ok, can i have a 9 prompt with Hyunjin, please? ^^ something both funny and fluffy ♡  thank you~”

9 ➝ “You don’t remember last night at all, do you ?”

➵ Pairings : hyunjin x reader

➵ Warnings : mentions of partying ; mentions of alcohol consumption 

➵ Genre : fluff 

➵ Word count : 2.3k

➵ Note : I don’t know if it’s funny too but I tried. I hope this is okay and that you’ll like it ! don’t hesitate to give me feedback, it would be highly appreciated :’)

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You rolled on your side, pulling the blanket over your head as you sinked deeper into the mattress and pillow. 

As you were starting to wake up, you began to stir more and more, rolling from one side of the bed to the other, meeting with the fresh sheets where you hadn’t been sleeping. This side is cool. 

And then you realized: you had a single bed. This was obviously a king sized one. 

You shot up, sitting up on the bed as you whipped your head around to take in your surroundings, trying to make out where you were and whose bed you were in. What the hell happened?

Whoever’s room this was, it was nice and clean. There was a big window to your right but the curtains were closed, so you couldn’t see outside. The room was dimly lit, but you could see a desk with a few papers scattered on it, a television and a playstation were facing the bed. To the TV’s left was a wardrobe to which the doors were opened and allowed you to see t-shirts, hoodies, black jeans and a lot of shirts inside. All boys’ clothes. 

After analyzing the room, you had come to the conclusion it was most likely not that one of a girl. But still, you couldn’t tell whose house you had been sleeping at. Worse, you had no clue how or why you had ended up here. You didn’t feel sick and your head didn’t hurt that much, it was probably just from how you had been whipping it around too quickly right after waking up. 

Carefully, you got up and made your way out of the room. You headed downstairs, hand on the railing as you went down as quietly as you could. Eyes opened wide and steps hesitant, you walked around in the house, looking around carefully to see if you spotted any detail that would give away whose house this was. And if you could find your stuff so you could leave. 

At this point, you began to think you were alone in the house and relaxed a bit. You stepped into the kitchen and stood by the sink, resting your hands on each side as you looked out the window. Grass. It was a garden. A pretty nice one. 

You let out a sigh, your head was still hurting. Maybe it wasn’t because you got up too fast, after all. Your mouth was dry and your body felt numb. Maybe you had done something stupid the night before.

“Sleep well?” a voice spoke from behind you and you froze. Oh no. You recognized this voice perfectly, and you didn’t want to turn around. What kind of mess had you gotten yourself into? 

Biting your lip, you turned on your heels, heart racing in your chest, and faced him. 

There was no doubt now. He was there, watching you as he rested against the doorframe. Still as gorgeous as ever. 

It was his house. You were at Hwang Hyunjin’s house. Of all people, it had to be him. You couldn’t even remember how long you had been crushing on him. But how could you not? He was clever, funny, cute, talented, an amazing dancer, and hell did he look good. Everything about him was godly. 

You had known him for years, and only found yourself falling for him a little more every time you thought about what you liked in him. You weren’t exactly friends, but your friends were friends and you often found yourselves hanging out together with your groups. You enjoyed talking to him, even though it didn’t happen that often.

You couldn’t stand the eye contact and looked down to your bare feet, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. You noticed the shirt you were wearing was too big for you and had a “Vans” logo on it. That was not your shirt. 

You tugged on the hem of it with your forefinger, still looking at your feet. What the hell was going on. 

“Is everything okay?” Hyunjin asked again and you looked up in surprise. He seemed concerned as he started making his way towards you and you panicked inside. 

“Y-Yeah,” you stuttered and tried to step back, hitting the sink again. 

He smiled at your actions and stopped two meters away from you, then turned to open a cabinet and took a glass out. 

“I was gonna get you a glass of water, I don’t know why you panicked like that” he joked and your face burned. 

He handed you the glass and you thanked him quietly, blushing when your fingers brushed his. You were a mess on the inside. 

Still, you composed yourself and turned around, pouring yourself some water to drink. You had a hard time swallowing as you felt his eyes on the side of your face but kept a poker face. 

“How’s your head?” he asked again as you took your last sip. You looked at him, raising your eyebrows. 

“Uh, it’s okay, why?” you asked back and he furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Wow, I really thought you’d be a mess in the morning-” he checked the clock on the wall behind you and corrected himself, “or afternoon. Guess you’re a tough one” he smiled. 

You didn’t understand exactly what he was talking about, but you were pretty sure something had been going on the previous night. 

Hesitating a bit, you bit your lower lip before you looked back up at Hyunjin and asked the question that was burning your tongue :

“Why am I here?” you asked nervously. He looked a little surprised at your question but still chuckled as he answered.

“Well, I was surely not gonna let you go home like that” he said. 

You furrowed your eyebrows. His answered made it all worse.

“What happened? And whose shirt is that? And why am I wearing it?” you kept asking as you tugged it a little.

Hyunjin looked taken aback. 

“You don’t remember last night at all, do you?” he asked. 

You shook your head, “Not a second of it”, you told him as you pouted. 

“Well, that’s... my shirt you’re wearing” he said as he pointed at it. 

You blushed a little as you looked down at it. Nice, Y/N.

But then, as you thought about it, it hit you: why were you in his clothes? Now that you thought about it, you were pretty sure you hadn’t been wearing this kind of shorts the night before if there had been a party. There had been one, right?

You started to panic as you thought of all the possible reasons as to why you were wearing Hyunjin’s clothes right now. 

“Why am I wearing your clothes?” you asked, looking back up to him. He bit his plump lip as if he were nervous about telling you. You panicked even more. You had woken up in his bed. “Oh my- did we- ?” 

Hyunjin’s eyes widened when he understood what you were talking about. He started waving his hands around: 

“Oh my god, no! No, of course not, I would never-” he kept shaking his head. You felt relieved for a second, before you squinted your eyes at him, hand coming up to your chest. 

“Wait, what do you mean ‘you would never’?” you asked, feigning being hurt.

He grew red and shook his head again. 

“No that’s not- You were wasted, okay?” he defended himself, “We’re friends- wait why do I even need to say this?” he rambled as he furrowed his eyebrows once more. 

You bit the inside of your cheek to refrain from laughing. 

“Hyunjin, I was kidding, of course you would not” you said with a small smile and he sighed. 

“You’re in my clothes because you threw up all over yourself last night. I couldn't leave you like that, even less let you get in my bed in your dirty clothes” he explained with another sigh. 

You nodded in understanding. You had gone too far the night before, and it did not end well. But at least, you were with your crush in his kitchen right now. And you were in his clothes. 

“Wait,” you said, coming to realization, “How did I end up in your clothes though?” you asked, eyes squinting at him again. 

He licked his lips and looked down, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Actually, you changed into my clothes yourself,” he said, eyes meeting yours again. “I didn’t really have to help” he added, but you noticed the faint blush on his cheeks.

You nodded. You vaguely remembered getting stuck in your shirt and crying about it. You remembered someone had come to help you and then nothing.

You blushed, realizing it was probably him anyways. You must have been ridiculous and pathetic. 

“How much did I cry while drunk?” you risked asking. Your image was ruined for him, so you might as well ask about how much it was ruined.

He laughed and said: “A lot,” he smiled and you couldn't help the tugging at your lips, “You wouldn’t stop” he said and you facepalmed yourself. 

“Oh my god, stop making fun of me” you said as you hid your face in your hands. “I’m a crying drunk” you added as you looked back at him while he laughed. 

“It was cute though,” he said and then smirked, “You wouldn’t stop clinging to me” he wiggled his eyebrows at you and your stomach dropped.

Bad. This was bad. 

“D-Did I say anything?” you asked carefully, face heating up flushing red in embarrassment as you expected his answer.

He kept on smirking. “Yeah, you did” he said. 

And he didn’t add anything more. Your heart was in your throat. You fumbled over your words as you gestured for him to continue.

“W-Well, what did I say?” you asked. You wanted to know just as much as you feared his answer.

He smiled sweetly this time. “You said I was hot,” he started and you closed your eyes to help endure the pain. It was worse than you had imagined. “You also said I was a dumbass” he continued and your face twisted as he spoke. “You said I had amazing lips,” he kept on listing but you cut him before he could add anything even more embarrassing, if that were possible. 

“Okay, okay! I get it, I made a fool of myself, I’m sorry you had to endure this” you said as you waved your hands around to make him stop as you looked at him and saw his amused smile. 

He caught your wrists and spoke teasingly, “Really? But you haven’t heard the best part yet,” he said as he smile devilishly. 

“What now?” you asked, exasperated. At first, you failed to noticed the very small distance that separated you from him. He held your wrists tightly, keeping you close, faces inches apart. If your face got any redder, you would turn into a tomato. “What more did I say?” you dared to ask again as you stared back into his eyes, trying not to look away.

“Something along the lines of ‘I love you’” he almost whispered and you felt his breath on your face. 

“And then?” you whispered back? 

Hyunjin smiled. 

“Then, I kissed you,” he said and your heart exploded in your chest. Hyunjin bit his lip. 

“You did?” you asked, breath hitching in your throat. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, “And then you threw up everywhere” he added.

Your mouth fell open as both your heart and stomach dropped while Hyunjin began to laugh as he watched your face sink. He let go of your wrists and held his sides as he let his head fall back as he laughed.

You were stunned and left speechless. You had no words for yourself, even your inner voice wouldn’t talk to you anymore. This was the end for you. You felt so many different emotions at the same time that you couldn’t feel anything anymore. You just stood there in the kitchen, arms dangling on each side of your body as you processed what had just happened. 

The worst part was, you remembered now. He wasn’t lying. 

Hyunjin wiped a few tears of laughter as he told you, still half-laughing. “Oh my god, y-you should have seen your face right now” and snorted again when he saw you look back at him with an ‘I want to disappear’ expression. 

“I can’t believe myself” you mumbled as you shook your head. 

Hyunjin managed to calm down and stopped laughing, wiping the last tears away with his right hand as he shook his head at you. 

“No, it’s okay,” he began, “it was nice, actually” he said. 

You made a weird face as you furrowed your eyebrows. 

“It was nice seeing me get sick around in your house?” you asked, dumbfounded. 

He shook his head again and rolled his eyes. 

“No, dummie,” he said, “I meant the kiss. The kiss was nice”

You let out a small “Oh” when he finished the first part and a bigger “Oh” after the second.

“I wouldn’t mind doing it again” he said with a raised eyebrow. 

You were frozen in shock and it took you a few seconds to process what he had said. 

“Oh, like, right now?” you asked as you pointed your finger between the two of you. 

“Sure,” he said and smirked yet again, “but maybe brush your teeth first, you know?” he teased. 

You bit your lip. 

“Right” you said as you looked him in the eye. “I’ll be right back”, you said as you dashed out of the kitchen and upstairs. 

What an unexpected twist of events, you thought. You weren’t gonna let that occasion slip though. Fortunately for you, that boy didn’t seem to hate you at all. 

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~admin zia ♡ ( @jinniesmeow )

[kaironlokethor]

One-Shot Wonders

We did a one-shot with my Tiefling Sorcerer (Luadagi Loffen) and a Dwarf Cleric (Arvil Ironfist). This was a one-shot out DM was working on, we started at level 15. The premise of the one-shot is that we are demon hunters who are sent to investigate a weird temple that appeared and flattened a few towns. Our characters meet each other half way there. 

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DM: So, what characters did you make? Arvil OOC: I have a dwarf named Arvil DM: Omfg again? (he has the same character in a different campaign the DM runs) Luadagi OOC: So I have a tiefling DM: Omfg why? Luadagi OOC: And my highest stat is Charisma (My character for our main campaign is Kairon, Tiefling, highest stat charisma, and I have another Tiefling character, Damaris, prepared for another campaign) DM: You two really need to branch out!  

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DM: Okay, so you two are traveling towards the huge temple Luadagi: We don’t know each other, right? DM: Nope Luadagi: So, Arvil, is it true that in Vorbore (where he is from, a dwarvish city that is in the side of a mountain in the far south) there re giant bats that fly out of the top of the mountain every day to get clouds and bring them back so you never have to go to the surface? Arvil OOC: Uhhhhh...DM????? DM: Lu, what are you on about? Luadagi OOC: Well, she’s never actually been out of the north, all she knows is from traveling merchants and couriers. The only thing she really knows anything about is snow to be honest. DM: SO! Arvil, you think that this is just a misunderstanding. The Aarakocra of the floating mountains DO occasionally visit Varbore, you have very great political relations with the Floating Mountains. The residents of The Floating Mountains often dress in clothing which might look like clouds to those who are not used to it Arvil: Yeah, you’re 100% right. Giant bats harvest clouds for us daily Luadagi: Oh wow. That’s neat Arvil: You could come visit some time and see Luadagi: Oh, no, it’s too warm there for me.

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-we’re in initiative with some flesh golumns- DM: Okay, Lu, your turn Luadagi OOC: Oh shit Arvil: What? Is everything okay? DM: Lu has never played a real caster before. Kairon has spells but they’re all from magic items and one use per long rest Luadagi OOC: I am so overwhelmed (I have 6 cantrips and 14 spells ranging up to level 8) Arvil: Just pick one! Luadagi: These are all area of effect! I don’t want to hurt you too! Not to mention spell slots. Ohhhhh shit -I ended up using shocking grasp and accidentally healing the golumn by nearly 20 points due to lightening damage healing it. It was not a good fight for me-

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-we win the fight and go inside the temple. There are a few doors. We investigate some of them and end up opening one- DM: You look inside. It is pitch black. You cannot see anything Luadagi: After you, Arvil Arvil: Nah, you can go first Luadagi: Ladies first Arvil: Then...shouldn’t you go first? Luadagi: Ladies first to SURVIVE Arvil: I’m a gentleman, so, I’ll hold the door. You can go first Luadagi: I insist, you go first Arvil: Yes, but you are fire resistant. If it swings with fire you’re more likely to survive Luadagi: Yes, but you’re shorter and hardier. It will be harder to hit you and if they do they have less chance of killing you Arvil: But you have more spells to help you DM: SO WITH THAT THE FLOOR FALLS FROM BENEATH YOU! It turns into a slide and you are both whisked down into the room. The door behind you slams shut Luadagi: Well, shit. We took too long, huh? DM: Yah! Arvil: Can we see anything? DM: It is pitch black. You cannot see anything except a glowing strand at the other end of the room Arvil: We can’t see each other? DM: No Arvil: Well, i’m going to touch myself and-- Luadagi: NO!

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-we end up fighting a Balor and win. We get a magic spyglass from it and use it to open a door that we thought was covered with shriek venom spikes, but there was a handle that had the illusion of spikes on it-  Luadagi: I’ll reach in and open the door DM: So, Arvil, All you see is Lu put her hand in the spikes that poisoned you earlier and she is unharmed Arvil: Whatever I’ll go with it -We go in the room and there is water on either side of the room. We walk in about half way when a Chuul comes up and grabs Arvil- DM: So I need you to roll a constitution saving throw Arvil: For what? DM: The tentacles Luadagi OOC: Does he also have to roll a charisma saving throw? LOL Arvil: Ooh kinky tentacle monster -He wins the saving throw- DM: So you manage to shake off the tentacles Luadagi OOC: And the raging boner Arvil: Only a little

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DM: When you enter the room, you see 5 rocks sitting on the ground in a pentagram. They are red, dark blue, light translucent blue, green, and black. Luadagi: After you, Arvil! Arvil: I insist, after you Luadagi: I am nothing if not polite, you first! Arvil: You know, it’s easier to just go DM: As you get closer you notice the red one is emitting a slight heat Arvil: Go for it, Lu! Luadagi: Why me? Arvil: You’re a tiefling, so you’re fire resistant! Luadagi: Arvil. That is a rock, not fire. Arvil: Eh, that’s true. I pick up the red one Luadagi: I grab the dark blue one Arvil: I grab the light blue one Luadagi: I take the black one Arvil: I’ll take the green one DM: Okay, so you have all the stones Luadagi: I am going to try looking through the stones like a spyglass DM: They’re opaque Arvil: I’ll hold mine up so she can look through them Luadagi: I look through DM: They are also opaque. Except the light blue one you can kind of see through Luadagi: Is it magic? DM: No, just like a clear quartz Arvil: I’ll hand you the light blue one. I just want the red and green ones Luadagi: I am going to smell the dark blue stone DM: It smells like salt water Arvil: I am going to smell the green one DM: It smells like grass, and flowers, and a slight scent of cow manure Luadagi: I am going  to smell my other two  DM: The light blue one smells like a gentle summer breeze, and the black one has no smell Arvil: I smell my red one DM: It smells like fire, like something burning Luadagi: OH! I know! I’ll lick the black one! DM: Really? Uhh, okay. It makes your tongue go numb Luadagi: Ew, I don’t like this one Arvil: Let me taste DM: Your tongue goes numb, too Luadagi: Do they all do that? Arvil: I lick the green one DM: Yeah, it tastes like cow shit Arvil: Nope, just the black one Luadagi: I am going to lick my other two DM: The dark blue tastes like salt water and makes you really thirsty, the light blue one has no taste Arvil: I lick the red one DM: It tastes like coal. Luadagi: I am going to listen to my three. Hold them right up to my ear and listen to them DM: The two blue ones make no noise but the black one is whispering to you quietly.  Arvil: I hold my two out for her Luadagi: I listen to his two as well DM: They also make no noise Luadagi: I listen to the black one again DM: You can kind of make out the whispering “The ward!”  Luadagi: It says the ward Arvil: What ward? Luadagi: I ask the stone what ward? DM: It just repeats THE WARD! Luadagi: Just “The Ward” DM: So! Now that you’re done smelling, and listening to, and looking through, and feeling, and licking the rocks, CAN WE MOVE ON?

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-in the end we got to the top of the temple and there were 2 nalfeshnee we had to fight One started doing a summoning ritual- DM: Okay, so it’s Lu’s turn. What do you want to do? Luadagi: I want to cast Banishment on them both at 5th level Roll con saving. DM: They got 16 and 11 Luadagi: They’re both banished! DM: Okay.... for how long? Luadagi: One minute unless I lose concentration. If this is not their home plane they won’t return  DM: So you need to keep concentration for 10 rounds. You cannot cast another concentration spell, and every time you get hit you risk losing concentration Luadagi: Got it -Arvil goes, and then some Vrocks come and surround me- DM: Lu, your turn Luadagi: Shit, shit shit.... Arvil: Banish them! At level 8 you have enough to banish them all! Luadagi: But then the nalfeshnee come back.... Arvil: Run? Luadagi OOC: I need to look through my spells, hold on... DM: Remember, nothing concentration Luadagi: BLINK! I am going to blink! DM: Uhh...okay, sure. Roll Luadagi: 17, I am safe in another plane of existance. Does that break my concentration? DM: I’m gonna say no. The nalfeshnee are still banished for now -I went through the entire fight blinking every turn. Arvil died, but I managed to kill every Vrock with a cone of ice, and blink in and out until the nalfeshnee were permanently banished.- DM: Wow. I am really going to have to rework that boss so you can’t just banish them and blink your way out.... Luadagi: Weren’t expecting a sorcerer, were you? DM: No, I thought more Clerics, or Paladins since it is a religious module.....huh....

[artificialqueens]

Daddy’s boy Chapter 3 {biadore} - imafuckinglibra

It is I, the frenchiest fry! We finally got smut people! Everyone can thank me later, also next chapter is smut again bc idk I felt like it. Anyone who ever wondered how trans guys have sex? Same as cis people, shocking ik. But you’ll get to enjoy that throughout these 2 chapters and they have some domestic fluffy goodness mixed in there. Like I said I’m dysphoric af these last few weeks so any transphobic or hateful things Danny says to himself, I apologize for again it was mainly in the last chapter but still sorry for projecting me being sad onto him. Enjoy the smut k bye

Danny grinned devilshly, licking his lips as he pulled down Roy’s pants nuzzling his growing erection through his boxers.“Fuck.” Roy groaned when Danny pulled down his boxers too, joinning his jeans at his ankles. His hand quickly around the older man’s cock stroking it. “You’ll be the death of me.” He whispered trying to contain his smile. Danny smling while licking the tip of his cock, slowly swirling the precum bubbling out around the head for a minute. Roy threw his head back against the wall, gripping Danny’s long hair as he took him all in. Roy was thick, easily filling his entire mouth, the feeling making him moan around it as he found a rhythm that seemed to work. The vibrations coming from his throat making Roy’s dick twitch, growing even more. “Shit, Danny that feels so fuck….” Roy couldn’t even finish his sentence, too lost in the warmth around his tip.  Danny smiled, proud that he could make Roy come undone so easily.

 He picked up the pace of both his hand and his bopping, pulling the dick out of his mouth sucking the tip efficiently every now and then. He gripped Roy’s tight ass, digging his nails into it as he felt Roy’s grip in his hair tightening too. “Baby, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum way too quickly.” Roy warned opening his eyes to look straight into Danny’s eyes, lust filled and mischievous. Danny dug his nails into Roy’s ass harder making him hiss as he picked up his pace again, pushing Roy’s cock further into his mouth. Roy grabbed his hair tighter, his hips bucking forward on their own as he stared at the boy, his dick hitting the back of his throat. “Fuck Dan.” He grunted again, pushing his head down more, so close to release. Danny’s moaning increased too while picking up his pace, now cupping his balls as well. Roy grabbed his head with both hands, pushing it down a few more times as he grunted loudly, cumming down his throat. Danny made sure not to miss a single drop, swallowing more of Roy every time he felt his dick twitch, shooting warm cum down his throat. Roy let go of his hair, panting heavily when Danny slowly let go of his dick licking the base of it and giving the head a final kiss after licking up some left over cum. “I’m going to fuck you up.” Roy said bending down and picking Danny up.

Danny giggled as Roy carried him to the bedroom, falling on the bed with Roy on top of him discarding the rest of his clothes. Giving Danny a kiss he tasted himself on his lips making him eager to taste Danny as well. “Your turn.” Roy bent down, kissing Danny’s neck, biting at the soft flesh making his skin flare up and his growth grow erect.

Normally in this situation Danny would be in control, avoiding his partner ever having too touch him. Roy’s every move was too perfect, too addictive for his brain to register anything else and want to resist. He took off his shirt, biting his jaw before kissing the freckles on his shoulder. He looked up at Danny, making eye contact with him while he kissed down to his nipple. Post op his chest felt numb yet sensitive when touched, but every time Roy placed another kiss on him, it sent electricity through Danny, ending up straight at his growth. He wanted to stop it,  he’d never really let anyone touch his chest this much, but he was too desperate for Roy’s touch to care. Roy’s stare pinning him down, making his need for him grow every second. 

Roy sucked at the pink nipple making Danny moan and put a hand through his hair, indicating to Roy he was doing a good job. He sucked on the other nipple biting it gently a few times as Danny tried bucking his hips up to meet Roy’s. 

Roy started taking off Danny’s belt when he suddenly shot up. “Don’t, you don’t have to, really.” Panic in his voice, scared of Roy seeing him naked. He came up to look Danny in the eyes, kissing him passionately, bitting his bottom lip. “I don’t have to, but I want to.” He said biting Danny’s jaw again as he unzipped his pants. Danny couldn’t say no, his need for Roy outweighing the shame and dysphoria he felt. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes to avoid looking at Roy or what he was doing. The feeling of dread setting in as he felt Roy pulling at his zipper. “Tell me when to stop and I will.” His voice sincere, taking off Danny’s pants and throwing the packer to the side. Danny nodded, taking in a deep breath to prepare for the worst. Roy removed his briefs, looking at the young man beneath him. “Wow.” He breathed out running his hands along Danny’s thighs, kneeling down between his legs hanging off the bed. “Danny, you’re so fucking stunning.” Danny’s eyes shot open, he sat up on his elbows to see if he had heard him correct and this was actually happening. His gaze darted from the beautiful dimples framing a smile to his crotch. Seeing Roy swirl his tongue around his erect growth making the boy moan loudly and fall back onto the bed, gripping the sheets. Roy’s smile grew at the reaction, wanting to make him feel as much pleasure possible. He took Danny in his mouth sucking on him and bopping his head slighly. He flicked his tongue over his head as he sucked it, looking up to see if Danny was enjoying it or if it was too much for him.

 "Fuck yeah.“ Danny moaned as if he read Roy’s mind. His voice was strained as he arched his back moving his hips up to fully enjoy Roy’s skillful mouth. Roy enjoyed the view of the boy clearly getting close to his own release. He reached up, grabbing Danny’s hips tightly, black nails digging into his soft, pale skin. Danny started moving his hips up more unable to control them, Roy holding them down tightly as he sucked on him harder, hollowing out his cheeks and bopping his head faster. "Fuck.” Danny moaned loudly, his voice breaking as his knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets. His vision went dark, his body bucking a few times into Roy’s mouth before falling onto the soft sheets, his skin damp and his breathing heavy. Roy kissed his thighs soflty before grabbing onto a piece of skin and biting it, marking the boy as his. 

Danny, still panting heavily, didn’t look up but made grabby hands at Roy as he tried containing his amusement climbing on the bed and kissing Danny’s neck and jaw till he regained his composure. “Fuck that was good. What the hell?” Danny finally asked sitting up on his elbows and looking at Roy. He chuckled and gave Danny a kiss. “So giving good head is a bad thing? I know my way around dick.” “Yeah but, I don’t,’ His voice trailed off again shifting his view from Roy’s eyes to his lower half. Roy sat up, pulling Danny onto his lap. "You do have a dick, otherwise I wouldn’t have sucked it now would I?” Roy whispered cupping Danny’s face, making sure he had his full attention.

Roy was the first lover Danny had been with that made him feel comfortable with his body, he always felt ashamed, like he had to prove to his partners he could make up for what he was lacking. He was different, he made Danny feel like he was complete,lacking nothing , like his body was nothing to hide. He felt tears forming in his eyes as Roy hugged him, holding him tightly, their bodies pressed together as if they were becoming one. “I do have one question though.” Roy said making Danny panic slightly as he let go of him looking into his dark eyes. Roy pushed him off onto his back. “How does someone who eat so fucking much, stay so tiny?” He asked patting Danny’s belly making him giggle uncontrolablly covering his mouth with his hands. He rolled over to avoid looking at him earning a smack on his ass hard enough it left a handprint. “Nice tattoo.” Roy smirked kissing the cresent moon on his cheek. Danny rolled over again, jumping on Roy making him fall over. The 2 of them stayed like that for a few minutes, laughing between kisses, Roy’s hands firmly gripping his round ass. “Now,” Roy finally said interrupting the moment. “Can we please go to bed? I’m fucking tired.”

Roy layed on his side yawning while Danny went to get a glass of water, he felt himself drifting off to sleep unable to keep his eyes open when Danny returned. He got in next to the man nuzzling his face into his neck, Roy wrapping his arms around him pulling him in as close as possible. “Definitely scewed.” Roy yawned a final time making Danny giggle, kissing his shoulder. 

Roy flipped the piece of toast in the pan making it sizzle, the delicious smell of french toast wafting through the entire apartment. “Your cooking is almost as good as your head.” Danny moaned taking another big bite, wiggling his legs with delight. Roy laughed at the young boy eagerly holding out his plate for another piece. “Keep eating them that fast and you’ll get fat.” Roy teased putting the last piece of hot toast on his plate picking up his coffee. He went to sit down next to Danny, giving him a quick kiss. “It all goes to my ass, it’s okay.” “You sure about that?” Roy asked rubbing his belly, “At what point do I start getting my good luck?” “I am your good luck.” Danny slapped his hand away, trying to look as serious as possible as he took another bite. “That you are.” Roy couldn’t help but grin at the idiot. He made him feel whole, like something that was missing his whole life had been filled. Something about him kept pulling Danny to him like a magnet. Danny reached out, caressing Roy’s cheek noticing a bit of grey in the slight stubble. “You’re kind of giving me daddy vibes with this grey patch.” Roy laughed, flashing his bright smile. “Oh god, am I that old?” Danny shook his head before giving Roy another kiss. “No, but you’re total daddy material.” Roy swallowed down the last of his coffee, stealing a bite from Danny’s plate. “And you’re not human.” He joked, licking his lips. “Nope, I’m a creature of the ocean.” Danny sing songed, flicking his hair back majestically, sitting up straighter and holding his ass out. “Emphasis on the creature.” Roy joked running his fingers along Danny’s smooth back. 

“You want to go shower and take these two to the dog park?” He asked, Danny’s face lighting up more than the dogs’ at the mention of the trip. “A day with my babies?” He jumped off the stool picking Dede up and kissing her. “And my daddy.” He added winking at Roy. “Never mention that in front of the others, I beg of you.” He said running his finger through his hair, getting up and giving Dede and Danny’s forehead both a kiss. “You can go first, just leave me some hot water.” He went into the bedroom to see what clothes he had that would fit Danny too. Danny opted to wear his own jeans but taking a shirt from Roy, mainly so he could enjoy the smell of him all day.

“Shane mentioned a talent show at the school coming up, all the music majors can enter for extra credit.” Danny mentioned as he and Roy walked hand in hand, watching the small dogs run around the field. “You know I’ve never heard you actually sing, you good?"Roy laughed raising his brow earning a shove from Danny. He just put his arm around the taller boy and pulling him closer to kiss his cheek apologizing for the joke. "I did have a song in mind, I wrote it a while ago but I’ve kind of been thinking of writing a new one about you instead.” Roy looked at the blushing boy. “Oh?” “Yeah, it’s about your blow job abilities. The world needs to know.” He joked leaning down to take the stick from Sammy, throwing it out for him again. “If you did I’d fucking kill you. I know a guy who can get me out of prison.”

“Think you’ll do great at the show though.” Roy said getting back into the car with the 2 dogs in the back seat, laying down and panting. “Come here.” Danny asked pulling Roy closer handing him the phone. “You take it.” Danny leaned in against Roy, pouting his lips and holding a finger to his chin, Roy smiling contently and taking the selfie. “Now I have a cute new lock screen of my cute new man.” Danny giggled fiddling with his phone as Roy drove off. “About that, I know you guys said it was safe but I still think we should keep the pda and all that a bit more secret don’t you?” Roy asked pulling up to a light, caressing Danny’s cheek before driving off again. “I mean, do I still get to kiss you or call you daddy?” Danny’s voice was low as if not being abe to touch Roy again was hurting him. “You can kiss me when we’re not around people or at school. The daddy thing though, let’s keep that to a minimum in general.” Roy laughed pulling into the garage of his building, the thought of his friends hearing it making him get chills. “So, can I kiss you now?” Danny asked getting out of the car and walking over to Roy who was taking the dogs out, holding on in each arm. “Yes, you may.” He smiled as Danny held his face pulling him in for a kiss. 

Roy had dropped Danny off at his apartment after they fell asleep on his couch for an hour, saying he had some school things to take care of and Danny had his song and projects to work on. “Oh hey, one of you bitches are still alive.” Jay said before taking a hit from his pipe. “Jason is still out, just texted him.” Danny came to sit down next to his friend refilling the bowl before also taking a hit. “He’s probably still fucking Matt and claiming to not be an item, they totally are though.” He said exhaling, Jay nodding his head and getting up to go look for food. “I brought leftovers from my lunch with those friends yesterday.” Danny waved over to the counter where he had placed the tupperware and took another hit. “Tell your sugar daddy he makes good food.” Jay joked taking a bite from the veggie patties in one of the containers. “I don’t have one, plus fuck you those were a group effort.” “Sure, because you went home with and spent the day with a close acquaintance. It’s all good, get it mama.” Danny threw a pillow in his roommates direction, taking the rest of the veggie patty before going to his room. 

Danny spent the rest of his day working on his song for the contest realizing he forgot to take Roy’s number and cursing at himself. His phone lit up with an instagram notification, ignoring it at first but then seeing the name of his new follower - thebiancadelrio. He smiled, throwing his guitar to one side and jumping at the phone. He clicked the user seeing pictures of Roy in full clown gear and getting excited. He rolled onto his back, kicking his legs in the air before jumping up and running to the bathroom. He was still wearing the red shirt Roy had given him. He pulled down his pants enough for his tattoo too peek out and just above his growth, making sure it looked unclockable but still having his hairy tummy and groin on display.  He held up the shirt with one hand resting it on his head, turning slighty and taking the selfie. He looked at the slight bruising on his hips remembering how tightly Roy gripped it trying to control his moving, he smiled feeling sly as he typed out the caption and posted it. 

Roy was working on the lecture plan for the next week when his phone buzzed with the notifcation of dannynoriega posting something. He unlocked his phone opening the image. Danny’s fabulous body driving him wild causing him to bite his pen, he looked at the caption. “daddy’s boy”

[babyshawwn]

Dance For Me

MASTERLIST

Request: Can you do one where Shawn comes all the way from tour for you birthday and tells you that you are going to go on tour with him as his personal dancer ? Xx

Word Count: 1,813

A/N: I really hope you like this. 

Dance For Me

“That was so sick, for real tho!” Your friend said, giving you a high five.

“We killed it!” You said, clapping your hands.

You had been working on this choreography for so long, without getting it right, it had actually started to annoy you, but this time, this time, you both killed it.

The sweat made your hair all sticky, even though, you’d put it in a ponytail, it still, somehow, manage to stick onto your neck.

Both you and your were so excited that you finally nailed it, you almost forgot how every single muscle in your body was aching or burning. Quickly, you wiped some sweat of your forehead. You didn’t even care about it, you loved dancing, more than anything in the world.

You were good as well, really good. Not just the kind of good, were your friend and family tells you. No, the real kind of good. You’d been doing a couple shows here and there, and danced on TV. You were making your way forward in this world, and you loved every bit of it.

You let your heavy body drop to the floor in the dance studio, trying to catch your breath again. The loudly music continued in the background, so you close your eyes, to focus on your breathing. You had been at it for hours, your body was numb, but it was all worth it in the end.

Suddenly, you felt a shadow, which made you open your eyes. They turned wide, when you caught his amazing smile.

“OMG! Shawn, what the fuck!” You burst out, not believe your own eyes.

Was he really here, or were your mind messing with you?

“Hi babe” he smiled, casually, like nothing was going on. He grabbed your hand, quickly, pulling you up to stand.

“Wha-what are you even doing home?” You stuttered, still not really believe what was going on. He shrugged his shoulders, laughing at your silly reaction.

“You think I’d miss my girl’s birthday? NO WAY!” He said, playing offended.

You covered your mouth with your hands, feeling the warm spread around your body. Shawn wanted to hug you, but you pushed him off.

“I’m so sweaty-“ You whined.

“I don’t give a fuck. I’ve missed you” he said, grabbing your waist.

This time, you let him wrap his arms around you, because you had really missed him too.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here” You whispered, burying your head into his chest. Stroking your back, he laughed a little.

Oh, how you’ve missed that laugh.

“I’m right here, baby”

“But what about tour?”

“I don’t have a show today, I’ll have to fly out later. I just wanted to spend some time with you” Shawn said, kissing your cheek.

You backed out a little, so you could get a closer look at his face. His eyes were shinning and his smile wide. This smile gave him away, he really had missed you as well. You leaned in to kiss him, eagerly, he met your lips. Your hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him that closer into the kiss. Shawn clucked against your lips, before biting the bottom one.

“So needy you are” He mocked you.

“Like you haven’t been dying for this too” You gave back. He rose his hands in defence.

“Fine, you’re right” He laughed, giving you a quick kiss more.

Your friend had left the dance studio, leaving you and Shawn to yourself, but you had barely even noticed. You told yourself it was okay, since you hadn’t seen Shawn for months. Despite how good he was at texting and calling, it couldn’t replace seeing him in real life though.

“Hey, what’s up?” Shawn asked, getting worried.

You figured he’d seen the sadden smile, that crossed your lips, when you thought about him being away from you. You shrugged, shaking it off you.

“Nothing, I just really missed you” You admitted.

“Hey, I miss you too” He said, gently kissing your forehead.

“Okay, I don’t have much time, so we have a lot to do” He said, smiling widely.

“Like what?” You asked confused at his sudden change of mood.

“Close your eyes”

“But I-“

“Close them!” He said, raising an eyebrow. You like commanding Shawn, it was sexy.

“Okay okay” You hurried to say, before covering your eyes with your hands.

“Good girl” he said, kissing your lips.

You heard Shawn walk around for a bit, then the music in the studio was turned off, and the room went silent.

“Okay, look” Shawn said, and you dropped your hands. A smile ran across your face.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday my baby, happy birthday to you” Shawn sang to you, as we walked closer.

He was holding a buttercream cupcake in his hands, your favourite, with a lit candle sticking in the middle.

“Make a wish” he said, as he reached me again.

You couldn’t stop the huge smile, that suddenly appeared on your lips. This guy was honestly the cutest thing ever, and you had him all to yourself. You were his, and he was yours.

You closed your eyes, blowing out the candle. Your wish was selfish, but you wished to see Shawn more. Though you knew, it wouldn’t change anything. He was still leaving again tonight. You pushed the thought of it away, you didn’t want it to ruin the moment. Again, you opened your eyes to Shawn’s gaze sticking on you.

“Happy birthday, baby” he said, once again.

“Thanks babe” You smiled. Quickly, you wiped your finger across the cupcake, taking some of the icing.

“No! y/n, don’t you even dare” Shawn said, knowing exactly where you were going with this.

“Try and stop me” you dared him, raising an eyebrow. Before I could react, Shawn started running around the room.

“Catch me then!”

“Fine!” You laughed back, chasing him.

You were faster, all these years of dancing had left you very well trained. You jump on Shawn’s back, wiping the icing all over his face.

“Oh, you didn’t” He said, biting your fingertip.

“Yes, yes I did” You laughed at him.

Which you clearly shouldn’t have done. Seconds after, Shawn had smacked the cupcake in your face. You dropped down his back, laughing with cake all over your face.

“Am I pretty now?” You asked him.

“Baby-“ Shawn started, licking some cake of your cheek with his tongue.

“You’re always pretty” he charmed, making your cheeks burn. Shawn helped you wipe away the cake, before kissing you again.

“I’m glad you came back for my birthday”

“I’m just sorry I can’t stay longer”

“I don’t mind. I’ll take whatever time I can” I smiled. He smiled back, rubbing his palms.

“So-“ he started, walking around a bit.

“This is where you spend most your time” You laughed at him.

“Well, when my boyfriend isn’t around much, I got to have some sort of hobby” You teased him. He rolled his eyes at you, lightly shaking his head.

“Dance for me”

“What?” You laughed.

“Dance for me. Show me” He said, once again.

You shook your head at him. You hated dancing in front of Shawn. It was weird actually, you loved dancing in front of everyone else, but Shawn, you just didn’t like. The only times he’d seen you dance, was when he sneaking in the room without you noticing.

“Come on, I know you’re good. Really good” You rolled your eyes at him.

Maybe, a part of you didn’t want too, because this was your domain. Shawn’s had always been singing, and look where it got him. His hobby made him famous. You were afraid to disappoint. Shawn grabbed your hand, squeezing it.

“Show me. I want to see” he said, almost begging this time.

“Dance for me”

“Okay, okay” You gave in.

You waked up to start the music again, as Shawn dropped down on the floor. Hs back were resting on the wall and he’d crossed his legs. All his attention was on you, only.

You took a deep breath, calming yourself down. You just really wanted to impress him, like he always impressed you.

You started listening to the beat, feeling the music. You cut everything else out and started moving. It wasn’t a specific choreography; it was just whatever you felt like. You let the music lead you. You moved your head, bended your legs, twisted your body.

You always felt amazing while dancing, like nothing you really stop you. The song died out, and you stopped dancing. You opened your eyes and caught Shawn’s gaze at you. His eyes were wide open, his mouth dangling and he barely even moved. It made you nervous.

“Was it bad?” You stuttered, rubbing your palms. It felt like forever before Shawn spoke.

“Holy fuck, y/n. That, right there, was amazing. How did you even? And that move with your hip? How’s that even possible?” The words were streaming out him. He couldn’t stop talking, he was way too excited. You ran over to him, kissing him quickly.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing. Just you being you” You smiled.

You dropped down next to him, still struggling a bit catching your breath. You let your head rest on his shoulders. He let his hand run across your legs, resting it in your thigh.

“Seriously, that was… wow”

“Thanks babe”

“Okay, I’ve been thinking about something, yeah?”

“What?” “Uhm-“ he stuttered.

Why did he get nervous now? Odd. Shawn never really got nervous.

“I was just… I’ve just been wondering. Would you like to… maybe go on tour with me?” he asked. You gazed up at him, confused.

“What?” you clucked.

“I just… I want dancers, but I want the best ones… and you surely are”

“Come on, Shawn” You said, still thinking he was joking. Shawn turned towards you, sending you a dead serious gaze.

“No, I mean it. I want you to come. I want you to dance for me like that, every night, every show”

“Are you being for real?”

“Yeah!”

“Wait… Are you just asking me because I’m your girlfriend?”

“No. I’m asking you, because you’re the best. It’s just a plus I also get to kiss you”

“So you’re like serious?” you asked, raising your eyebrow.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life” he said, making you smile widely.

“Well, if I’m joining your tour, we need to teach you a thing or two” you said, watching Shawn’s smile fade.

“Oh no” he whined.

You kissed him quickly, before jumping on your feet. Grabbing Shawn’s hands, you pulled him up from the floor.

“Let me see what you got, Mendes” You teased.

“I think you’ll have to teach me. I’m hopeless”

“Just think of me, as your own personal dancer”

“I like the sound of that”

[saralaurensmagalona]

Your True Desire, Part Two A Thorki fanfiction by Magalona

Hi guys ! Here the rest of the story and the link to the original manga :

https://e-hentai.org/s/c462db01e0/856123-1

Thank you !

A silhouette stepped out of the dark, a huge brown-haired man, taller than Loki, muscled enough to pass for an Einherjar. He was looking at him as if the Trickster was his next meal. “Leaving so soon ?” Another with black skin and scars on his chest came along, blocking the path. They seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Loki's senses were plain dead. He hadn't detected them in any way. His heart was literally booming and his reflexes seemed totally numb. He had been drugged by the incense, or the drink or the music. He was sure of it. In normal times, he would have grabbed the arm that held his torso and twisted it until it broke. He would have crushed the hand that had snaked its way through the leather of his coat to touch his feverish skin. It was crude, it was gross... And he was paralyzed. “Well, well, well, such a pretty kitten...” Two other guys, a blond with green eyes and another with tattoos on his right arm, started caressing his shoulders and waist. The Tattooed one grabbed Loki from behind and KISSED, KISSED his neck. How could he ?! It made him shiver from head to toe. Something he had never felt before. He managed to find his tongue back. “What... What do you want ?” His voice was tiny and hoarse, as if coming from someone else, someone who was afraid, in grave danger. Loki might have been often in danger but never afraid. Ever. He heard gentle and mocking laughs. The four of them were getting closer. One of them caressed his shoulder, the one with black skin started to open Loki's coat and shirt, the blond one peppered kisses on the other side of his neck and they all started groping him. Loki wanted to scream but his throat was stuck. “Thought it was obvious, kitten...” Murmured the brown-haired one, biting Loki's pale ear. “We're going to fuck you.”

****

Horror was creeping under his skin. But curiously, it was a muffled kind of horror. As if it was only a nightmare and he was about to wake up. But he wasn't. “Hands off me !!” Loki screamed. “Leave me be ! How dare you !” He was trying to free himself but they meant business. They were tightly holding him. The Tattooed One had grabbed his legs and lifted him up like he weighted nothing. The Blond One had him be the armpits while the two others held his waist, preventing him from squirming. “There, in the room, we'll be comfy.” As desperate as a cat in a bag, Loki twisted himself in vain. They seemed strong, stronger than he was, he, Loki of Asgard, who had had his fair share of monster killings, at least equal to his dumb brother's, if not more. Thor. He wanted to scream for help, to call out Thor, but pride and shame held him back. It was foolish but he couldn't help it. Better be dead than let his brother see him in that disgusting position. Those men were nothing. He HAD to get out by himself or he wouldn't bear to show his face in court again, in front of his father, if Thor knew... He would be ruined forever.

They passed through a door, Loki still suspended in mid-air by them four. Loki had barely time to register a padded room with a very large couch, similar to those in the orgy hall, with the same red velvet. He fought a last time but it seemed that his forces were slowly drained by an unknown spell. “Here, perfect. We won't be bothered.” The big one said helping put Loki down. Loki tried to stand up but four pairs of hands pinned him down, taking control of his legs and hands, touching him everywhere, tearing his clothes, baring him... “Hurry up !” Said Tattooed One. “I can't wait to screw him good !” “Yeah, me too !” Shrieked Blond One like an excited schoolgirl. Loki's whole being was shaking with disgust, contorting himself, he screamed in rage and agony. “I'LL KILL YOU ALL !” He had mustered his last strength in this last threat. He simply heard chuckles as the last shred of cloth was discarded and he felt the cold air. The hands went on and on while the four pigs where making lewd comments. “So smooth, just like a girl !” “Babe ! You've got a real bod !” One grabbed Loki's breast, another licked his side. Loki couldn't bear it but their arms were like irons. “STOP IT !” He had a dreadful feeling that all was in vain but he wouldn't give up without a good fight. Then his underwear were gone, almost torn from him and, to his incomprehension and horror, Loki realized that he was erect. It was impossible. It had to be a reflex, it had to be... Black One laughed. “You're telling us to stop when you are that hard, baby ? “ “Man, that must hurt !” Said Brown One while giving it a caress that made Loki jump and squirm. It had sent sparkles throughout his whole body. “I want to see his ass !” Blond One said and it was the signal for all of them to start the job. Loki yelled but was turned around just the same. Loki's bare behind was round and pale. He would have cried for the shame. “Wow, as expected ! Smooth like a girl !” Said Tattooed One. “ Looking real good !” “Who goes first ?” Said Blond One. “I saw him first so he's mine !” Said Brown One. “But first... We've got to prep him...” Before Loki could fight back, he was pulled up on his arms and legs, while one of them was holding his neck. He could only see the padded floor. Then he felt oily fingers penetrating... He screamed. **** At that point, he was only moaning. He was shaking so much he had to be held in place. One of them, he couldn't tell which one, was slowly fingering him, loosening up, making him open whether he wanted it or not... Worst thing was, he was doing it well, whoever he was. He was doing it in despite of Loki's consent but he was doing it smoothly and carefully. The others were obviously enjoying themselves. Loki hadn't seen them undress but they were all naked now. All of them were caressing themselves to get ready while smirking, grinning... Enjoying the show, clearly. One of them stepped forward, his prick gloriously standing. “Here, babe, suck this.” He said, caressing Loki's head. Loki felt himself opening his mouth and engulfing the prick. His mind was in a total mist by now. All will to fight back gone. Stimulated behind and possessed in front, he was weak and powerless. “Hey !” Another protested. “Not fair ! I want him to suck me too !” “Don't worry.” Said Brown One, still busy with Loki's ass. “Everyone will get their own share. But first, I'll get him ready...” “It's going to be for hours at that pace, man !” Blond One grunted. “You're too slow. Let me...” Loki felt himself turned up again. He was now one the couch, the four of them standing on the sides. Blond One was kneeling between his legs since Brown One had left Loki's ass. “Be a good boy and you won't get hurt.” Blond One told Loki. “We're going to make you feel reeeeaal good.” Loki was about to insult him when Blond One went down and licked... Licked... His hole. “NOOOOO !” Loki screamed at the top of his lungs.

Having someone's tongue in... This repulsive place... It couldn't be. Who in their sane mind would do something like that ? Loki was losing himself, even if it was sickening... “Easy, babe... We don't want to hurt you.” Brown One said. “How is he ? Ready yet ?” Another said while touching Loki's face with his thing. Loki had to push it away to make him stop. “Not yet.” Blond One left Loki's ass to answer. “Just a bit...” Something broke in Loki and he screamed again. He was released, exhausted from the fight and the overwhelming sensations. “There.” Blond One stated, rising up. “That should do it. You go.” Brown One stepped back forward as Blond One was leaving the place, grabbing Loki's right leg to lift him up. Tattooed One did the same with his left leg. Loki was offered up, wide and naked to the Brown one. “No ! DON'T !” His voice was stuck, freezing at the sight of the inevitable. “Easy, babe. It'll hurt if you fight it...” The sensation of that disgusting rod was thrilling and painful. It was tearing him slowly, softly, in the most excruciatingly tender way. It was horrifying and exciting. There was pain but also a brutal surrendering, a willingness to give up any thought, to give up any worry, to follow the flow, the heat, the scent... Loki let out a blood curdling scream, his head fell back on the pillows. The man chuckled at the sound and started to move. Everything was turned in a twirl. “My, he's tight ! We've got a cherry boy down there !” To this, in the blur that had become the world outside his millions of sensations for Loki, the others whooped and cheered. Loki moaned barely... He didn't care at all... “What, baby ? Want me to go deeper ?” Brown One didn't wait for any answer and thrust harder. Loki clenched his teeth, his eyes closed. “Man, your virgin ass is squeezing my cock so tight, baby... You'll make me come !” Loki couldn't answer back. He was panting and moaning in synch with the other' moves. He was being RAPED. His mind registered it but his body was responding on his own. Worse, the pain had receded and a sort of comfortable numbness had taken place. As if Loki's own body had decided to let got and wait for this nightmare to pass...

He was now on all four. One of them was taking him from behind while the other was making him suck. They were exchanging places and asking each other to hurry up. Loki had lost count. They were only four but it seemed they were dozens... Surprisingly, he was not hurting nor gagging anymore. “Hey ! Man, you came in his mouth before doing his ass !” “Move, I'm next !” They came, and came, and came. Loki was drenched in sweat and … other things. He was put on his back so he could breathe easily. It was the Black One. He was pounding into Loki in vain. They had finally noticed Loki wasn't coming at all. They had several times already but Loki's body wasn't getting any completion. “The hell, baby ? You don't like it ?” “Wait, I'll stimulate a bit...” Blond One tried to caress Loki's erect and sore penis but didn't get much improvement. “Man, kitten, you'll drain us all before you've even came once !” Brown One said, obviously displeased. “Wait, I have an idea...” Brown One helped Blond One to raise Loki's hips. Black one was still in Loki so it made Loki cringe. Then Tattoo One appeared, his prick up and glorious, ready again. “How about we put two at once ? It'll make him come faster.” Loki's buzzing brain finally registered what they wanted to do and horror came back at full speed. “NO !!” Loki screamed. “You can't possibly …!!” But Tattoo One knelt while straddling Black One and pushed in Loki's already oversensitive and full hole. The pain, the burn, for some dreadfully long seconds, were unbearable. Loki almost fainted.

He was darkness, he was movement, he was fullness... He was those men in the same time he was himself. It didn't matter any more who was holding him while two others were fucking him in a primal, beast-like way and the fourth was readying himself again, encouraging the group. Loki was a body amongst other bodies now, locked with many other bodies. He wasn't even really Loki anymore. “Fuck, we came again before him !” “Wow, you're a greedy sex kitten ! You're a love god !” “I can't get enough of him ! I could go all night.” Even the voices came from far away. Loki didn't care anymore whether he understood them or not. Until a booming cry pierced the numbness and woke him up. “LET GO OF HIM !!”

****

Thor. Thor, insane with anger, his hammer ready to strike. And then all came to Loki, the reality, the impossible madness he had been trapped into. Naked, raped, soiled, defiled by unknown men. And his brother, his secret love, had seen it all.

The four brutes stopped immediately. “Huh ?” Said Blond One, stupidly. “Who the fuck are you ?” Thor showed bare teeth like a lion ready for the kill. “Bastards !! I'll smash you all into bloody pieces !” Loki was about to yell to Thor not to move, that it was not what he thought, when the owner and several of his masked guards flooded the room. “Seize him !” The owner had pointed his finger to Thor. Loki had time to think that he was craey. Thinking that some pathetic minions would suffice to stop the Thunderer. In a way, he hoped they did and hit him hard enough for him to forget about his brother's shame... Actually, they did manhandled his brother, to Loki's complete astonishment. They couldn't grab Mjölnir but they did put Thor face on the ground. Loki couldn't believe what he saw. The Mighty, invincible Thor, on the ground, held by some faceless thugs. He had been drugged too. It was impossible otherwise. “Your Highness...” The owner said in a calmer voice. “We would be grateful if you refrained from disturbing our work. We'll handle this man...” He said turning to Loki's aggressors. “Please continue.” “Cool ! Thanks, dude !” Brown One replied. “You son of a pig !” Thor screamed. “You set this up ?” “Of course !” The owner turned to Thor. “This is what Prince Loki ordered...” Loki felt his breathing die. Thor was watching the owner with enormous eyes. “His 'True Desire'...” The owner concluded. Thor opened and closed his mouth. To him, this was gibberish. To Loki, it was a horrible realization. “Here, in our establishment...” The owner explained with a dramatic movement of arms. “We are proud to fulfill even the most gruesome desires of our customers. Everything is possible, beyond your wildest dreams.” He gestured towards Loki. “Prince Loki's secret True Desire, at least part of it, was to be assaulted by various men. That if he could not have his most secret wish, he would be used by many and then have his completion...” Thor turned his desperately blue eyes to his brother. “He is saying that in jest, surely ? It cannot be !” Loki was red with shame and turned away, trying to hide his need to cry. Because what the owner had said was absolutely true. If he could not have Thor, he wished to be satisfied in an orgy such that he would never long for Thor again. Loki knew it was pure madness but he couldn't really help it. It was impossible for the owner to know about it, as Loki always kept that in his innermost being. A silence followed. “Very well.” Thor finally said in cold, calm tone. “Let me do him then.” Loki's heart skipped a beat. “WHAT ?!” He yelled. “Well...” The owner though a bit. “It doesn't interfere with our objective, here. Unhand him.” “B-Brother ?” Loki asked in a very tiny voice. Thor's face was pure anger. Loki again felt that paralyzing fear. Thor started discarding his armor and throwing it away. “If you like sex that much... Then I'll fuck the hell out of you !”

Thor's knelt between Loki's legs, almost nude. The audience whooped and told him to go on. Loki was trembling with terror. “Brother, you can't...” Thor didn't answer. He simply kissed Loki with all his strength. Loki closed his eyes in reflex. He could feel Thor's warmth, Thor's tongue. Thor's kisses were teethy and possessive, making sure Loki was his. Loki was ready to faint again. This felt different. This felt right. The fact that it was Loki's first kiss was accessory. Loki was melting. He found himself ready to do anything Thor wanted, anything at all... Then the kiss was brutally broken and Thor shoved Loki's head into the mattress, cutting his breath short. “You dirty whore !!” gnarled Thor. “This is what you want, right ?” He forced Loki's legs to open and presented himself shamelessly. He was huge, bigger than anything Loki might have seen. “I swear you won't fuck anyone else once I am done with you...” Once Thor shoved himself into Loki, the pain was back again, more than ever. “Please ! Brother ! Not so fast !” Loki panted. “Huh ?” Growled Thor. “You already had your ass stretched and you're complaining, now ?” Loki whined. Too much, too big, too hot, too fast... “Brother...” He moaned. Thor's body felt different, powerful, demanding... The warmth spread everywhere in Loki's own and his mind was focused only on Thor. It had nothing to see with what he had previously experienced. It was starting to feel good with each of Thor's thrust. Finally. It grew and grew, and grew until... Loki came in a shout. When he opened his eyes again, after his heart got back to normal, he realized his brother's face was covered in semen... “So this is the 'Facial' I ordered, I guess...” Thor said licking his fingers.

They were in the middle of a circle. Loki was back on his hands and knees while his brother was mounting him forcefully, not letting him time to breathe or compose himself. As soon as he had came, his brother had taken him again and was now having him like a stallion, his breeding mare. They were covered in the seed of their audience. Meanwhile, the thugs had kept touching themselves and coming on the couple... “What is it, slut ?” Thor gnarled between thrust, holding Loki by the hair. “Want me to go harder ?” “Yes, please...” Loki murmured. Loki was now Thor's toy, Thor's possession. Thor's slave. Thor's own. And he loved every second of it. Thor roared as he came unexpectedly inside Loki who came in reaction, almost passing out. Thor, out of breath, was resting his brow on his brother's neck. “You dirty slut...” He murmured. “You let others come in you...” Curiously, the tone was almost tender to Loki's ears. But the wild beating of his blood might have darkened his senses. Soon his brother's mouth came to his ears. “Let me tell you why I had to leave Sif...” Thor said, biting the sensitive earlobe. “It's because I fell in love with this infuriating little brother of mine...” And before Loki could say or even realize anything, as they were lying on the mattress, Thor resumed roughly using Loki with a loud slapping of flesh. Loki had no strength left but to receive Thor's blows... He was in Valhalla. “Thor, Thor, Thor !!” He was coming for the third time in sync with his brother, unbelievable. Thor was moaning that he was going to “fill his ass plenty...” Their fingers were intertwined. And finally, Loki fell into a blissful darkness...

**** “Brother ? Brother ! Wake up !” Loki was brutally shaken by Thor. Trying to focus, he realized that he was back in the main room, in their booth, their drink finished. Loki was dressed and immaculate. It suddenly crashed down on him.

It had been a dream. None of it was real. He had a stupid erotic dream like a miserable teenager. Nothing was wrong in this tavern, except for the bad taste.

It had only been a dream...

He could have bawled his eyes out in disappointment.

They left peacefully. Loki grimly noticed it was almost dawn. Not that he cared, anyway... “We should head back to the palace...” Thor yawned. “We are done here.” Loki simply shook his head. He was brooding, his heart heavy. Everything was back to boring normal. He didn't care anymore. Even the owner saw them out with perfect composure. Loki had a shiver seeing him but he looked so prim and proper. It was the proof that all of this had been a product of Loki's worries and desires...

Loki was about to go to the stables to fetch the horses when Thor stopped him, grabbing his arm. His head was down and he couldn't look Loki in the eyes. “So, Brother...” Murmured a red-faced, embarrassed Thor. “Do you really like gangbangs ?”

[stilesrobinsonmichael]

Sneaking Out [TJ x Stiles]

@princetjrobinson

[TJ]

TJ snuck out of the castle once his father left his room and went to his brothers house. He had never done before it took him a while but when he finally got there he knocked on Stiles door. “Stiles. It’s TJ.”

[Stiles]

Stiles was rather confused when someone had come and knocked on the door before hearing it was TJ. “TJ? What brings you here?” He asks while answering the door and gesturing for the male to come in.

[TJ]

“Well dad suggested we hang out so that’s what I thought we could do today.” The male answered walking inside.

[Stiles]

“Since when did dad as you to do that? If you wanted to hang out with me you should do that because you want to not because dad told you too.” Stiles explains before shutting the door behind them.

[TJ]

“Well I mostly came by because I snuck out and I didn’t have anywhere to go. Actually I do...but I need you to cover me if you know someone asks if you’ve seen me.” TJ responded.

[Stiles]

“What do you mean...why did you sneak out? Cover you for What? I am confused. You need to explain this to me.”

[TJ]

“Because I can. I don’t know, I was stressed at home and I need to talk to Irene. I need to see her so that’s what I am going to do.”

[Stiles]

“Oh, well then you go do that then. At least one of us has some romantic partner that wants them and won't leave them behind.” He responds while going over and getting a drink from the stash he stole from the pirates.

[TJ]

“You haven’t heard anything back from Liam?” TJ asked walking over to Stiles. “I’m sure he’s trying to figure things out.”

[Stiles]

“No I talked to him...he wants me to break the bond we have. He doesn't want me anymore, he thinks it's best we break up. The crown is more important...he has things to do. It's fine.” He downs the alcohol.

[TJ]

“I don’t think you understand him. You weren’t born to this life. My parents and even my sister doesn’t get it. We have so much responsibility that we have to give up the things that we want.” He explains.

[Stiles]

“I understand what he has to do. I am not saying he needs to choose me. I was simply telling you what happened. I understand the life you have, even if I wasn't born into it. I grew up around it before your sister and you were around. I would go visit dad...I would be told all about it. I would be shunned and judged because of what I am. It's fine. I just have to find someone to break the bond with.”

[TJ]

“You should go to Hope. You know she’ll do it.” He rolled his eyes as he sat down next to his brother. “Don’t beat yourself up. It’s not because he doesn’t want you.”

[Stiles]

“Easy for you to say. You are still going after Irene even after she dumped you.” He could feel the buzz starting to hit him. “You want me to sleep with my half sister? Are you crazy? Zach would kick my ass.”

[TJ]

“Yeah I’m not crying about it like you, I actually plan on getting back what I want. And then think of something and stop moping it’s annoying.” He snapped.

[Stiles]

“Yeah well we aren't the same person now are we. Well if it's so annoying you can leave and run to your girlfriend who offered rather easily to leave you if Hope stayed away from Zach. She figured if she couldn't have Zach then no one could. She was bragging to Hope about how she wanted Zach to want her over Hope and stupid shit like that. She doesn't care for you TJ. She only said she liked you because you were the first person to give her attention that she had never had before. The moment someone else gives her that, she will leave you and I don't want to see you hurt.”

[TJ]

It’s like a switch went off in his body and all he cared about was that Stiles was talking shit about Irene. And honestly he had had enough. His eyes blazed red as his first thought before he could and he punched Stiles in the face. “God shut up. I don’t want to hear it. You think you have any right to talk about someone hurting me? Sam hurts your stepdad constantly do you go to him and tell him to leave your mom? Do you hate our father for what he did to your mom? I don’t fucking think so shut the fuck up.”

[Stiles]

“That different than Irene. You don't even fucking know her or what she is capable of. At least I know what both of my parents are capable of.”

[TJ]

“Looks like me and Irene have something in common after all. You don’t know what I’m capable of and if you want to keep living I suggest you stop talking about her.”

[Stiles]

“Yeah you don’t fucking know each other wow congratulations you share one thing in common, let me get you a reward. And yeah you are right I do hate my dad for what he did to my mom but also you have no idea what he was under when he did that. I can’t wait until one day you lose someone close to you due to Ombra oh wait...you probably already have.”

[TJ]

Anger consumed TJ as his eyes turned pitch black and he couldn’t stop himself from continually punching Stiles. His fist just kept connecting to the other’s face wanting to bring the other intense pain. He wouldn’t have stopped until the thought of his family came over him. Ripping himself away from Stiles he licked the blood off his knuckles. “I think you should stay away from my family. And Irene.”

[Stiles]

“Your family? Aren’t you forgetting we are family TJ? You are my step-brother after all and your father is also mine. Can’t really stay away from your family if they are mine as well.” He groaned after wiping the blood from his face.

[TJ]

“No Nibs is your family. He decided to have you with Sam, I didn’t decide shit. My mother isn’t yours and as far as I’m concerned that’s really all that matters. You didn’t grow up with us. Just because you have our blood doesn’t make you family. Stay here and feel sorry for yourself. Call Ken and see if he cares. But stay away from the people I care about.” He spat as he turned on his heels.

Stopping he remembered something and came back just to punch Stiles one more time. “Oh and call Irene a bitch again and I will rip out your goddamn tongue.” His eyes still black and his blood thirst high. He had to find Hope before he did anything worse.

[Stiles]

“Wow your memory must be really failing you because not one during this conversation did I ever call her a bitch. You of all people know I don’t stoop that low to call someone that. That was all you but it seems you are already subconsciously admitting to yourself that that is what you and other people think of her otherwise you wouldn’t have said something about her that I never said.”

He could only laugh because at this point the pain was numb. “And oh please last time I checked the dictionary anyone that shares blood is family and I used to be someone you cared about til you put that girl above the rest of your family. So go ahead live a facade but when it comes down to it, you will choose that pirate over your own family and one day she is going to betray you just like they all do and you can fucking bet I am going to say that I told you so.”

[TJ]

“Do you know why Liam left you? You really want to know? You weren’t worth it. He had to give up everything for you and he asked me if I thought you were worth it and I said no. I said you don’t amount to shit. I said that I would rather him continuously hit on my mother than be with you. You and Ken, you both are so fucking annoying. Hope cares because past that bad girl facade she has she actually really loves her family, and I cared about you because the people in my life that I actually love cared about you. But if my mom hated you, I would hate you. You aren’t my brother. You are Nibs bastard child he decided to have. You are the reminder that not only does Nibs have a kid with someone that isn’t the love of his life, but you remind my mom that there is always something Nibs shares with Sam. Hell I would feel this way if my mom’s child with Finn survived. Blood makes us connected but don’t go assuming that makes you family. You actually disgust me and I wouldn’t enjoy seeing you the way you are right now if we were family.”

“I don’t care what you say, Irene wouldn’t lie. She has no reason to. You do. You want everyone around you miserable so we can help you through a break up. Liam is a great kid. He’s been through a lot. Stuff you can’t even begin to imagine because again you aren’t one of us. You don’t know what being the son of a level e and pure blood can do to you. You don’t know what it’s like to have to prove yourself and also prove to everyone that your father picked the right person to marry. What? Your parents aren’t together? Boo fucking hoo Stiles. Your boyfriend asked you to move on so he wouldn’t hurt you and you have continually felt sorry for yourself. You think it’s not hurting him, but you have no idea what he’s going through. You haven’t once stopped and said you are sorry for Liam because you are the one that didn’t tell him what being with you meant. I am so sick of you and I truly hate you. Stay with Sam and Ken and Dylan, they are the only ones who actually give a fuck about you.”

[Stiles]

“You don’t believe me fine. Feed from my blood. See what she told me. She told me you would never believe me over her. She told me all this shit about how she was going to use you to get what she wanted. She was going to get you to bond with her so you had no choice. We are family TJ. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you and for fucks sake I have kept your secret all this time. I have never once betrayed you or told you anything that might ruin your happiness. You always believed me before. As you pointed out, you aren’t the only one with a fucked up family. You don’t think I don’t have to prove myself to you or your family? You don’t know what it is like being a bastard’s son and you never will. I would know if he talked to me. I told him I would be there for him and he is just pushing me away just like you. I thought of all my family you wouldn’t be the one to hurt me. I thought you were different. I thought you actually cared.”

Stiles voice catches in his throat. “She was right. Irene was right. When what I said happens and she does end up throwing you away after using you to get you to do her bidding...don’t bother coming to apologize. Actually just kidding, once you imprint on her like she said you will, and then she leaves you will die. So you can’t apologize even if you wanted it. You made it clear I am no longer your brother. So go ahead run to her. I am done caring.” Stiles shifts his form as his eyes glowed as he healed himself enough to leave and run back to Liam’s castle before collapsing in  a place where only Liam would find him. The small garden house where they used to hide together and come to think when they were younger. Letting out a howl, Stiles then shifted back and fell asleep.