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shoutout to the brazilian in my spanish class for giving me a half his tab of acid 😭😭
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gift basket (e.w.)
kinda cont. to this :3 meep
wc;cw: 1.6k, return of pothead!ellie and her pothead gf, weed duh, parties, mention of psychs but no actual psychs lol, fluff… UNHEARD OF, flirting and a lil sexual tension, something quick bc i miss her fr
“you tryna do acid?” you call from ellie’s small dining table, rolling up for the two of you. ellie’s attention is yanked from her device, gawking from where she sits on the couch, decked in her usual party attire: all black everything from head to toe. “the fuck did you just say?”
“you tryna do acid?” you repeat, sealing the blunt. ellie’s eyes flick around the living room, jolting down to the blunt in your hand before they lock with yours.
“. . . why the fuck would i do that before a party?” ellie snorts, removing and tossing her reading glasses on the coffee table before returning back to some annoying show about a blue cat with bunny for a sister. neither of you are high yet and she’s already in hysterics, wildly cackling and shoveling parmesan goldfish in her mouth.
ellie. . . oh, ellie.
why won’t she fucking touch you?
after your intense smoke session on pothead christmas, your relationship has gotten strange. not strange in a bad way; she never hesitates to invite you over to spark up, pick you up for late night drives, have study sessions (where she watches you study with eyes tinted pink). everything is exactly the same, but you don’t want it to be.
it’s been a month since she smoked you out and rambled about her sex life, since you asked — begged her to kiss you. at this point, you would accept a fucking peck, for sucks sake! but she brushes you off every time, pushes you right back into that best friend box after every hot box. you’ve given her every sign to put it down on you, and she’s receptive. the stares she gives you, the lingering touches, the seemingly doting affection that shines beneath her pupils. it’s all there and. . . not at the same time.
but here you are again. igniting her fucking bud before you roll out to another frat house. being high and horny simultaneously is your greatest weakness. . . especially when your little crush looks this fucking good.
“you’re so far away.” ellie lures gently from the cushions, “c’meeere, i’m cold.”
“. . . it’s almost june.” you note flatly. she rolls her eyes and blows a raspberry, climbing over the back of the couch and sliding in next to you, eyes glued to your working hands. she pinches the blunt between her thumb and index finger. “it’s fat as fuck, jesus christ.” she mumbles in amazement. fucking geek.
“it’s yours. say thank you.” ellie gasps in delight and throws her arms around your neck, bending down to smack kisses on your cheek, mumbling thank you, thank you, thank you! you can’t hide your smile when you throw hers in your little baggie before shoving it in her front pocket. you pat it for good luck. “don’t crush them like you did last time. i’m gonna be hot,” you scold lightly and ellie smirks against your cheek.
“i dunno. you’re pretty hot already.” she purrs against your face. you push her away and she giggles, jogging to get her shoes on. you follow in her lead and lace up, praying to god that she doesn’t sit on the fucking bag in the uber.
ellie can’t stop staring at this fucking lava lamp.
it’s gorgeous, really. . . the bright colors, the holographic glitter, the fucking. . . clay balls. are they clay? they look like stress toys floating around in uncooked egg whites that've been injected with fairy vomit—
“ellie!”
she feels like she’s underwater, but not in a drowning, i’m-gonna-die way. she feels like a mermaid as she searches the room at your call, tunnel vision centering on every drunk face until she finds yours. you're actually right in front of where she sits on the love seat. . . right in front of someone else. . . who’s directly behind you. . . who the fuck is that?
your brows are pulled down in concern as you shout over the blaring music, asking her if she feels okay, if she wants to leave, but she’s not focused on none of that. . . her high is about to go left in a second if this bitch doesn’t stop squeezing your ass. ellie sends you an affirming look even though her blood is sizzling beneath her skin and you nod in acknowledgement, returning your attention back to whoever you’re throwing it on.
. . . would it be fucked up if she busted this lava lamp over this broad’s head? she doesn’t think so.
she barely registers it. the small display in front of her is nauseating. ellie’s known you forever, and never once have you accepted a rip from somebody you didn’t know. . . so why the fuck are you ripping from a bitch you don’t know? the end of the blunt sparks a bright orange with your heavy puff, the carbon you didn’t inhale ghosting in front of your mouth. smoke leaves through your nose as you giggle, the fucking. . . bum whispering something in your ear with a tight squeeze on your waist.
you’re shaking your head like you like it, like you’re approving of this fuckery and ellie almost vomits. she stands too quickly for her legs because she plops back down like an utter buffoon, the world spinning like a pinball. her arms extend as she searches for balance while sitting and—
whatever the fuck she was going to say vanishes when your hands come down on her shoulders, comfortingly squeezing them through her sweaty shirt. softly. ellie turns to mush as she tries to read your lips. . . maybe she shouldn’t do that; it looks like you’re saying don’t be gay. . . but ellie is gay and so are you so how the fuck would that work?
she’s being scooped up by you and. . . yeah, she’s very faded. ellie’s always prided herself in having a high tolerance to the dirty green, but she’s on one tonight. what the fuck did you put in that shit? is this why you asked her to do acid earlier? because you laced her shit? she can feel her palms getting clammy as you walk her down a dark ass hallway. . . if she had that lava lamp, maybe she could see—
a door slams shut and a lock clicks. it’s suddenly bright. ellie’s convinced she made it to heaven. . . especially when her vision focuses and she’s met with the angel that you are, eyes sparkly and twinkling like fairies in a meadow. god let her in the pearly gates. . .
“you okay, baby? needa throw up?” your hand is on her cheek, thumb gently massaging the skin. her heart’s singing. ellie’s entranced by you and her skin heats. . . her pussy also skips a beat. a little one-two.
“. . . baby’s okay.” she mumbles. why is her tongue so heavy? you coo at her, “wanna go home?”
ellie nods, “fuck that bitch you were grindin’ on. hope she breaks her neck. . . or somethin’ crazy, i dunno.” you choke on laughter and pull her in for a gentle hug. ellie’s heavy arms enclose around your waist. tightly. selfishly.
“you mad i wasn’t grinding on you?”
“duh! the fuck. . .” she slurs. “i should be grabbing ass, ‘s my. . . s’mine, fuck you.” you’re giggling into her neck and she shoves a hand in your back pocket.
“you needa bed.” you shake your head.
“yeah, so i can dig you out in it— “
“ELLIE— “
her laughter is uncontrollable, “yeeeah, you’re fucking mine. no more hoes for you.”
you’re burning hot when your eyes open. . . because there’s a fucking body on top of you!
you and ellie are slung across the couch cushions, party clothes still on. ellie must’ve been awake for a minute because she sighs, breath hitting your tummy, “did you try to kill me yesterday? be honest.”
“. . . bitch. . .”
“i’ve never been that high . . . well, that’s not true— “
“exactly.” you snicker, “how long you been up?”
she holds up her wrist to check her imaginary stopwatch, “approximately. . . three minutes and thirty-fi— six seconds— “
“i fuckin’ hate you. get the fuck off me.”
“hmm. . . nah, i’m good right here.”
ellie’s head shifts on your stomach and you know she’s staring up at you, “i needa fucking shower— “
“me, too. with me?” you hear the smile in her tone. you finally gawk down at her. “you’re never hitting my shit again. what’s up with you?”
her eyes crystallize when she shrugs, “had another dream about giving you head and now i gotta do it. follow your dreams, or whatever they say.”
your jaw is on the floor and your stomach is in knots. “ellie—“ you gasp.
“no, i’m not still high, and no i don’t wanna just fuck. kinda obsessed with you if last night wasn’t obvious.” she speaks so casually and it’s giving you whiplash. “i almost committed murder. that’s how pissed i was.”
“a-at me?”
ellie’s eyes roll, “oh my god, no. at whoever that freak was from last night. . . i don’t wanna talk about that shit anymore. i have trauma.”
her tongue rolls over her lips and she eyes you like a vulture to a carcass, “i dunno if you ever used that shower head when you sleep over but. . . it goes crazy.” her proposal makes you squirm and she smirks, planting a kiss on the skin of your belly. followed by another. . . and another a little lower.
“you my girl?” she whispers against your skin, staring up at you, tongue poking out just barely to swipe on the plush area.
“. . . maybe.” you mumble shyly, and ellie’s teeth beam. she sits up to stand and pulls you with her, guiding you out of the living room and down the hallway, into the bathroom. she snags her lighter off the counter and ignites her favorite cinnamon candle, the wick nearly gone. “for ambiance.” she whispers with a grin.
you unbuckle the belt looped in your jeans, “pulling out the big words, huh?”
“call me thesaurus the way i make that pussy talk.” she expects you to laugh, but you don’t. you almost grab your shit and leave. . . but her laughter sounds like wedding bells.
“just take your clothes off.” you say dryly.
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SIKKKEEE COCKBLOCK SEASON MERRY NEW YEAR OR WHATEVER HAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAA
#pothead!ellie#ellie williams#ellie williams smut#ellie williams au#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x you#ellie the last of us#the last of us 2#lesbian#works 𖧧࣪
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marcus lopez relationship headcanons
⚠️ mentions of sexual activity, drug use, weapons, other nsfw content, and self harm. not intended for minors/people who can’t handle dark imagery.
“i live for danger. danger keeps me sane. it gets the adrenaline pumping, y’know? if i wasn’t constantly in danger, i’m not so sure i’d still be alive.”
• marcus is big on only doing things with you in private. after being with maria and saya and being so far in the eye of the kids at king’s dominion, he’s determined to keep the details of your relationship private.
• he likes it when you lead the way. he’s so used to trying to be a leader and be independent that he enjoys when you’re the more dominant.
• he. loves. date nights. getting out of the school to go get chinese food every once in a while is his favorite thing to do with you.
• lots of weed
• maybe some acid too
• he gets easily jealous, especially around the soto vatos, who can never seem to keep their eyes off of you.
• he’s willing to put himself in whatever way of harm he needs to keep you safe, even if it means possibly getting himself killed.
• big cuddler
• he likes when you talk about yourself and your day, even if it’s little things like how you had to wear mismatched socks because you couldn’t find a pair or how you accidentally put salt in your coffee instead of sugar
• you are his biggest priority
• he enjoys it rough in the bedroom, especially when he’s leading. he’s biggest on impact play and biting, but he’s also big on consent and won’t do anything if you tell him not to.
• he may not have a lot of money but he loves to spoil you when he gets the chance to. new shoes, hair clips, even a plant at one point.
• he gets you matching pocket knives for your birthday.
• he loves to break the rules with you. it gives him such a rush of adrenaline to be with you and have the risk of being caught while never actually getting caught.
• he gets flustered whenever you say “i love you”.
• whenever he’s turned on, he always mumbles “fuck” into your ear to let you know he’s hot and bothered.
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I hate
That i want to throw tantrums when I’m an adult man now
Because a little girl was praised for being grown
I hate That i want to kick and scream and cry and scream and scream and scream and scream
Because no one is listening and i don’t want to be told to calm down I want to be the loudest thing in the room without reassurement that I’m not disturbing anyone else I want someone to look at me unflinching and not want an explanation for anything I’m doing because I’m tired of being comprehensible i know that I’m not i want someone to be as fucking patient as j have beeen up until this point and i want someone to have patience after i snap and won’t try to jam the splintered bones back together because they’re not ready to be reset yet they’ll grow together crooked if you just slap a cast on it stopstopstopgetawaystopgetout
now fungus will grow under where the moisture is trapped and can’t escape.
you’ve run this over a million times in your mind. Heard bones crack under tires and yelps from bystanders. Your skipping record keeps lingering on the worst thought you could manage. Aren’t you impressed? Something so sickening, vile, and contrary can come from the mind you think that you control. You don’t even have a faucet to turn off the unending torrential stream of conscious-( That’s not what that word means, you know? Did you read it and find it’s company pleasant? Did you want to speak it out loud to give it shape? And how did those giggles sound when someone else hears, and sees you two together?) thought.
Is that your savior complex? Trying to help a little rich white girl not feel so lonely? As she begs to someone to just make her not so goddamn bored. this real life they’re selling? It’s so boring. She shouldn’t have to dilute her Self just to talk to an adult. Understimulated. Go to the internet for the trauma you crave. Anything to make yourself more interesting. Just like mom always says, only boring people get bored. She’s already guessed every plot, she needs something new. Then when an adult treats her like an equal… it won’t be for her sake. It will be for an adult whose intellectual equal is a chronically-online-12-year-old-know-it-all. Shouldn’t they be the ones asking the questions and challenging me here?
ASL?
22/m/USA
How could you ever think you were in charge? You’re just strapped in to this haunted house of horror. A dumb baby put on this ride to circle the earth for years and years. And there’s only one way off if you don’t have the stomach for motion sickness
Sedate yourself to keep the stomach acid down
Suicide is about control
Blow your own brain when you get home
hack your lungs out in the interim.
you say you smoke to keep up and to make connections
To keep sweet and get people to like you
But you know you’re weed’s a downer
not a boost
That you’re the hare, who rushed through childhood and is now waiting for everyone to catch up
“It’s a new school, you can be the nice quiet girl for once”
Napping in the shade, next to the brink
I wish this was hereditary and i had a nut allergy
Cuz my throat is already squeezed shut
at least no one was mad at her when she lost her mind. Just that her brother drove away unscathed and left her head behind.
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Flailing
What do I do best when I feel overwhelmed? Absolutely ignore the issue and get extremely caught in the weeds of my own mind. I’ve been a bit of an emotional roller coaster lately and I think it’s finally time I start seeking a better outlet than this blog to release my TV static brain. I think my fight or flight reflex definitely turns into flight when I’m stressed. I run, I avoid, I ignore. I want to take my bike and just go on a ride leading to nowhere. Just drive and drive and not think at all. I have such a strange desire to run somewhere- abandon everything and just drop off the face of the earth for a few days. Maybe I need it.
I’ve been in this weird emotional limbo recently, teetering between feeling debilitatingly emotional, happy and sad, and then feeling cold as stone with nothing inside. It’s so foreign to feel all of those things in such close succession. Part of me feels still emotionally trapped, the part that closes up to everything. I’m desperately trying to break hold of these weird emotional shackles. It may sound totally dramatic but I feel like I was once very free and open emotionally and unreserved and it’s as if someone poured acid down my throat just burning and tearing and eating everything away, morphing the butterflies into melting moths and just coating it all with tar.
I’ve latched onto in the past year or so the fact that you tell me my style and things I like are surprisingly morbid. I always saw myself as such a girly girl with pink and hearts and glitter and silk and soft and flowers etc. All the typical soft girly shit, but now with a dark twist to it. I have grown to like the macabre and morbid a lot more than I used to, I wonder if I’m actually a bit sicker/morbid than I feel like I am. I’m not sure. I think it’s all beautiful but not for much more reason other than I think it’s all visually and intellectually appealing. I don’t dive into the meaning behind it or anything, but if I wanted to try, maybe I’m trying to find beauty in the pain that I still just can’t seem to stop feeling. I truly truly felt like for the first time in my life that a huge part of me physically died and maybe growing this comfort attachment to the dark and morbid has helped me feel more at home in the darkness of my heart. That sounds deep as fuck but it’s not meant to be. My heart has 100% stoned over a bit, scabbed is really a better word, because when it beats too hard or too wild the scab cracks and she bleeds again. How can I feel so empty and numb and simultaneously feel like tears of lead are just leaking out of me, so heavy. These intermittent waves of healing pain have been like nothing I’ve ever felt in my entire life and I’m still struggling to understand them. It’s made me so disoriented. It’s like I have a ghost latched to my back, a shadow, and I so desperately want it to go and stop plaguing me. Please please go.
I need to find a better way to cope, and let go of this weird paranoia about how any current actions will reflect on me or get back to him. Who gives a fuck?? I don’t want that person in my life anymore why am I so paranoid that anything I do that he may not like will get back to him and I’ll feel bad about it?? It’s like I’m STILL trying to make sure that I continue to give him zero reason to hate me or think I’m awful. He couldn't accept that after years of being disrespected, I finally wormed my way out from under his thumb. He had me wrapped around his finger and then some for years and I don’t think he ever believed I’d grow a big enough spine to leave. Did it take every ounce of strength and willpower and energy to do it? Absolutely. I felt the entirety of the earth’s weight crash down on me when I’d mentally decided it was too much for me. Simply mind-numbing white hot pain that just makes you dizzy. I’ve never experienced something more emotionally physical than this roller coaster.. Yet why is it that even though it was the right decision I still ache? “Give the heart time to catch up to your head’s correct decision” type stuff I know. But that decision just fundamentally changed me in a way I’ve never been changed or challenged. I feel so beautifully shattered, probably just cracked now since I feel like i;ve made some progress, but just as fragile.
I feel so different yet also so free. Like something that just shed its skin and now has fresh baby skin that burns against the light because it’s so fresh and new. I have so much more self worth and self confidence and have been enjoying this alone time. It’s like I need to protect it; I feel as though I’ve just discovered a superpower of mine and I have no idea how to use it so I’m being cautious. I don’t want anyone to touch it or get to close to it or take it away. I want to live in this little bubble of safe independence without being hyper-independent. I don’t want to be touched or moved or molded because I’ve worked so so hard to even feel like I’ve made a SLIVER of progress. I need to talk to someone professional to figure out why I can’t seem to cut these weights off of my ankles that are keeping me from just catapulting forward. I don’t even know where I’m going with this thought reel anymore:
I’m gonna go take that drive
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i’m so tired bro don’t tell me that my acid reflux is causing me this shit i can’t keep ADDING SHIT TO THE LIST
#personal#past two nights in a row i’ve been waking up super sweaty but super cold and super hot simultaneously#like i’m out of my blanket and i’m too cold and being covered in sweat makes me way colder way faster#so i go under the blanket and immediately feel my internal temperature (esp my face) get way too warm#but then also ?!?!? under the blanket i’m too cold?! BUT STILL SWEATING?????#google/my sister has said it could be flu/cold or infection or anxiety or acid reflux#and at this point i’m just like#so tired of dealing w the repercussions of being alive#i really really really don’t wanna do it anymore? lol#also it could also be covid or a stomach bug from my sister#but this happened a couple times before too ? thought it was just bc i hadn’t showered in a while and my greasy hair was fuckin me over but#i used to go so much longer w/o showering#never been an issue#so i’m also like. do i have long haul covid or smthn#or is it the nicotine and weed addiction#and the fact i’m a picky eater#god i wanna die#whys it so hard just to keep my body fucking regulating and functioning normally#what’s so fucking hard#also annoyed at my sister for trying to like find causes and like i can’t blame her that’s just how she is and how she works but i don’t#i don’t really want to know bc it’ll just give me this kind of reaction where i get so tired of being alive#bc it’s just one thing after another#i’m so tired dude#what is the point of being alive anymore
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double fucked — hvc & lc
summary: after your ex-boyfriend catches you hooking up his with roommate, he wants in on the fun (read pt. 1 here)
tags: smut (minors dni!), stoner!hansol, ex-boyfriend!chan, college!au warnings: mentions of weed use, explicit unprotected sex, threesomes, fingering, oral (f. & m. receiving), throatfucking, cum eating, mean-dom!chan, hansol is a gentlemen, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sir kink, anal, double penetration, they’re both lowkey jealous/possessive??? but express in different ways, choking, spitting, squirting w.c.: 4k a/n: here’s part two you horny people (this lowkey has plot i’m so sorry)
Lee Chan. Your ex-boyfriend.
In all honesty, he's not a bad guy. You would have liked him just fine if he was only a friend, but dating wise things just didn’t work out. You can’t say you didn’t have chemistry (the sex was too good to not have chemistry), but overall it wasn’t a match. If you guys weren’t fucking you guys were fighting or ignoring each other. It wasn’t a clean break either, with you guys taking too many breaks and getting back together time after time. It wasn’t until about four months ago that you guys actually split for good.
Or at least you thought. Because now here you are, in his roommate’s bed, as both him and Hansol shove their dicks into you.
Let's go back a second.
After his roommate destroys you on his cock and Chan catches you two, he doesn’t hesitate to join in on the fun. As soon as you signal for him to join he is on the bed with you guys, his lips attacking yours in a messy, passionate kiss as you both kneel on the bed. Your fingers cling on to his shirt while you refamiliarize yourself with the taste of your ex-boyfriend.
His hands run over your naked, warm body until they find purchase on your plush ass. He squeezes at the fat there and you gasp into his mouth. His hands have always been strong and the familiar grip has your pussy clenching against nothing.
You feel the bed shift, signaling that Hansol is standing up. You don’t pay him much mind though, because Chan’s mouth is on your neck and he’s moving his tongue against your skin in the way he knows makes you crazy. This is why he was always so hard to give up, because as unsatisfying of a boyfriend he was, he has always been a more than satisfactory lover, knowing how to work your body just right.
His hand travels to your front and reaches down in between your thighs and he lets out a low groan. “Fuck. Always so wet. Did you squirt all over Hansol like the messy girl I know you are?” He easily slips two fingers into you right away and you let out a high pitched keen that has Chan grinning.
“Ugh you guys are going to get my bed all gross,” Hansol’s voice breaks you out of your daze and you blink towards the doorway where he’s standing. He’s put his boxers back on and his hair is back in place.
“You two already got it gross, what’s a bit more cum gonna do?” Chan retorts back. “Just enjoy this sweet pussy while you have it.”
“H-hansollie~” You whine for the older boy as Chan continues to finger fuck you.
Hansol walks towards the bed and pets your head as you lean over to bury your head into his chest. He leans down to bring your lips into a kiss. His kisses are worlds away from Chan’s. He kisses slowly and sweetly, like he’s trying to cherish every moment. Chan kisses harsh and fast with the goal of getting you worked up. They even taste different. Hansol tastes like weed and mint and chocolate. Sweet and calming. Chan tastes like citrus. Acidic and tangy.
“You didn’t let her clean up and rest,” Hansol chides Chan when he finally pulls his mouth away from yours, frowning as he talks to his roommate.
“Doesn’t seem like she minds.” Chan’s already added a third finger into you and now his digits are curling up into you, brushing against your g-spot as he does. Your legs are shaking and you’re whining as you clutch onto Hansol, afraid to let go of his stable presence.
Hansol doesn’t respond back, but continues to frown. His fingers gently caress your body and he massages at your trembling thighs. You melt into his touch and mouth at his thick chest to try and quiet your ongoing moans. “So pretty for us, such a good girl.” Hansol’s praise has you falling apart on Chan’s fingers and Hansol coos as you fall apart in his arms.
Chan seems to have other thoughts on the situation. He pulls his fingers out of you harshly before wiping them against Hansol’s bed sheets (which results in complaints from the older boy) “Such a mess, what a little slut cumming so soon. How many orgasms does that make now?”
“T-three,” you whimper out and Chan tuts at this.
“And you still want more don’t you?” You weakly nod. “That’s what I thought. So dirty of you Y/N. Greedy little pussy you have there. How about you get me off first huh?”
“Y-yes sir,” you answer as you pull yourself from Hansol. Your fingers travel up Chan’s shirt and rest on his chest as you try your best to nip and suck at his neck, still a bit out of it from your orgasm. You feel a warm body press up against yours as Hansol starts to knead your breasts in his large hands, his lips on your own neck, whispering sweet words into your skin.
The direct contrast of the two men has your mind reeling. Hansol is so caring and sweet and tries his best to take care of you, while Chan is harsh and bold. You don’t mind the way you and Chan fuck, you like when he’s rough and dominant with you sometimes, but it’s nice to have someone like Hansol dote on you a bit as well.
You pull Chan’s shirt off before you move to remove his pants as well. He helps you take them off until he’s left in his boxers. You paw at his hard cock through the fabric as he pulls you into another searing kiss. His teeth bite at your lips and you know that they’re going to be red and swollen later.
“Fuck, suck me off,” Chan orders and you whine again but obey.
“Baby wait.” Hansol’s hands are grabbing at you and you look back at him. “Change positions okay? I wanna eat you out.” You moan slightly but nod. “You can uh, sit on my face? Yeah…yeah, and then you can take care of Chan.”
Hansol moves to lay down on his bed and when he’s situated he grabs at you again and you allow him to position you on top of his face. You jump a bit when you feel his nose nudge into your cunt but then his tongue starts to prod at your entrance and you relax into him.
“This is cute and all but I would like to cum some time today,” Chan says and you finally remember what you were about to do. You reach for the boy and he comes close enough for you to bend down and take his red tip into your mouth. You suckle at the head and Chan buries his hands in your hair. You tease his length a bit more but before you can do too much Chan is already shoving you down onto him. You feel his tip reach all the way to the back of your throat and you choke a bit. “That’s it baby, take me all the way. Such a good cocksleeve of a mouth.”
A part of you is glad that Chan is fucking himself into your throat because you’re not too sure you would be able to focus on him fully with the way Hansol is eating you out. His lips and tongue sloppily make out with your cunt and you can just barely hear his little whines over the sound of your own choking. Your tongue lays flat against the underside of Chan’s cock and he drags himself over it as he fucks into you harder and harder. You gag and whimper against his length and you feel your eyes start to water.
Then all of a sudden Chan’s hands are shoving you down even deeper and your hands are scrambling to grab Chan because you can’t breath and Chan is cumming down your throat and you try your best to swallow it down but a bit still spills out of your mouth along with some of your saliva when Chan pulls out of you. When your mouth is finally free you start to cough and even pull away from Hansol’s face just so you can steady yourself again.
“Shit, are you okay?” Hansol’s palm is rubbing circles on your back as you gasp a bit trying to catch your breath. You blink tears away from your eyes and when you glance at him Chan looks a bit worried and remorseful. You nod and wipe the spit off your mouth before sitting up.
“‘M okay, just…need a moment,” you tell them and they both nod understandingly. Hansol even leaves for a second to bring you a cup of water.
While he’s gone Chan speaks up, “Are you uh…gonna be okay? I’m sorry I didn’t uh-”
“It’s okay. I’m fine,” you cut him off. Chan has never been great with his feelings of course, probably because he’s used to bottling them up so he doesn’t show emotion around the twelve men who feel the need to baby him. You’ve always hated hearing him stutter over his words trying to get his feelings out only to eventually come up short.
“I still shouldn’t have been so rough. I just uh, I don’t know, got…jealous? Seeing you and him together.” His voice is soft, scared to admit what he’s feeling. “I know we aren’t…ya know, but still. I miss you sometimes. I miss this.”
“This being sex?”
“No…yes? I don’t know. I miss being intimate with you I guess. Dating doesn’t work for us but the sex was always great, you know, and it’s just hard to see you with Hansol when you were solely mine for the longest time.”
“Chan…we’re not-”
“I know, and I’m not asking anything from you. I guess I’m just-" Chan cuts himself off before redirecting his speech. "I'm just sorry for being so rough.” Chan's aware of how pathetic he sounds but he can't bring himself to say what he really wants to.
You two sit quietly after that. You think it’s strange, the conversation really didn’t do anything to fix you guys, but it does give you insight into Chan’s mind. The apology is nice too, it’s something he didn’t do much when you guys were dating. It makes sense though. The bedroom was always the place where Chan was the most attentive.
Hansol comes back with not only a glass of water for you but also a few towels. You take the glass from him and he drops a kiss on your forehead. The gesture makes your heart swell a bit. The room is quiet as Hansol helps clean you up and as you drink your water. After a few more minutes of quiet Hansol speaks up.
“Do you uh, want to do more? Or should we just call it a night?”
“We can continue. I’m okay now, promise.” You card your hands through his hair. He smiles at you softly before moving in to kiss you. You gladly accept and relish in the way he touches you so softly and carefully. His hands are placed gently on your waist as he pulls you into him, acting like you're not butt naked in front of him.
“What do you want us to do baby?” His lips are on the sweet spot behind your ear and you whine a bit, causing Hansol to chuckle, the vibrations of rippling through your body.
“Need you guys to fuck me,” you answer, your hips wriggling around. “Both of you.”
Chan finally speaks up for the first time after your talk. “I wanna take her pussy. Do you want her mouth or her ass?”
Hansol flushes a bit red at the question, like fucking your ass hasn’t crossed his mind. “I, uhm, uh…”
“It’s okay Sollie,” you coo at him, your fingers tugging at his boxers. His dick is straining against the fabric and you want him inside of you again. “I want you to take me from behind. Can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes.” Hansol feels incredibly embarrassed, stuttering over his words like an inexperienced high schooler who’s getting his first handjob. All his confidence from earlier has ebbed away along with the weed in his system, maybe the two are correlated.
“Good boy,” you smirk and Hansol is rendered speechless.
“Hey, behave.” Chan smacks his hand against your ass and squeezes hard. You moan out and turn your attention back to your ex-boyfriend. “You’re being naughty.”
“S-sorry sir.”
“Yeah sure you are.” That’s all he says before he’s pulling you into him. He grabs at the back of one of your thighs so he can wrap it around his waist. You can feel the way he slides his hardened cock between your slick folds. The base of his cock keeps brushing up against your clit and you whine into his mouth.
“Sir please. I need you sir,” you babble. Chan laughs harshly but still grabs his length and lines his tip up to your entrance. With one hard thrust he sheathes himself into you, bottoming out right away. A scream rips from your lips and you grip hard onto Chan.
He doesn’t give you much time to adjust as he goes right to pounding into you. Your mouth waters as he bites at your shoulder. As hard as it is to admit, you do miss having him this way. The way he manhandles you has your pussy already squeezing around him.
“Hey stop that. Your slutty little pussy isn’t allowed to cum yet. Still have to let Hansollie have his way with your tight little hole. Use your ass like the cocksleeve it is.”
Chan leans back onto the bed so he can pull you onto his chest. With your ass in the air Hansol is finally pulled out of his stupor and quickly searches around in his nightstand to find his lube. He pours a bit onto his fingers (and some on the bed as well) before he brings one finger up to your hole. His fingertip traces the rim and you want to tell him to just get on with it but just as you open your mouth his finger pushes in and your words die out in place of a moan.
Hansol revels in the feeling of your tight walls squeezing at his finger. He starts to slowly pull his finger out of you only to push it right back in. He can’t pull his eyes away from the way the ring of muscles tighten up at the intrusion.
“S-sollie~ more!” The way you beg for him has Hansol quickly adding another finger into you. He feels the way you stretch out around his thick digits and can’t decide if he enjoys fingering your pussy or your asshole better.
“You better stick your dick in her soon or I’m going to stop waiting for you.” Chan’s voice irritates Hansol which only drives him to want to fuck you even better than your ex.
“Shut up Chan,” Hansol grits but still pulls his fingers from you to lube himself up and line his cock up to your hole. A part of him knows that you should be prepped more but he’s starting to get impatient and Chan isn’t helping.
Hansol spent too long hearing his roommate fuck you over and over again, time after time. He would hear the way Chan would brutally fuck you, hear all the nasty things he would say and do. You obviously didn’t mind considering how loud you would moan but it still killed him inside to know that you were with someone like Chan when you deserved so much better. Hansol loves his dongsaeng with his whole heart, but he's not blind to the fact that Chan's relationship with you was unhealthy.
On top of hearing you guys fuck he also got to hear you guys go at each other in another way. It became to the point where he heard more fighting than fucking and it would make his blood boil everytime you guys would break up only for you to be in his bed again soon after. Now he finally has you and he’s not going to let Chan ruin it for him.
He grabs your hips and pushes his tip into your tight hole. You muffle your moans with Chan’s mouth but Hansol can’t focus on that, instead he focuses on fitting his fat dick in your small asshole. You’re so tight and you can’t even take all of Hansol which has his mind reeling as he tries not to cum too soon.
Then, all of a sudden, after a couple attempts to rut into your ass, your hole is sucking him in entirely. You and Hansol let out twin groans and he thrusts up into you experimentally and you nearly collapse onto Chan.
“Fucking finally,” Chan grumbles. “Now keep up Hansol.”
With that Chan wastes no time to start pistoning up into you again. His cock punches at your cervix and you cry out and grip onto his shoulders tightly. He smirks at the way Hansol looks a bit stunned and fumbles to catch up to his pace.
The two pound into you brutally, trying to compete with one another. You don’t realize what they’re doing though because they’re both stuffing you so full you can barely think. Chan’s hand comes up to your neck and he squeezes and you feel yourself go light headed.
The tension inside of you builds up fast now that you have two people working at your body. They repeatedly slam into you while their hands touch you all over. Chan’s hand on your neck and Hansol’s fingers on your clit have you going insane.
“Oh fuck, please, right there~” you whine as the sounds of wet squelching and skin slapping fills the room.
“Shit baby, how do you feel better than the last time I fucked you?” Chan whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spin. “Yeah, clench down on me just like that. Your whore pussy gonna cum all over my cock? You’re such a nasty slut liking two dicks shoved inside of you like this. So greedy.” Chan’s hand moves up your neck to grip your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks. “Open sweetheart.”
You do, sticking your tongue out in anticipation for what’s about to happen. Just as expected, Chan spits right into your mouth and you swallow it down, thanking him after you do.
“What the fuck,” you hear Hansol mutter behind you.
“See that Han?” Chan smirks at his roommate. “She likes being treated like this. She knows she’s being treated exactly the way she deserves.”
Hansol wishes you would kiss Chan again just so he would be quiet. Instead he just rubs your clit faster and thrusts up into you harder.
“Oh shit I’m gonna cum.” Your words fall out of your mouth fast and you grab onto one of Chan’s arms and reach back to grab at Hansol’s shoulder.
“Oh yeah? That dirty little pussy gonna soak my cock? Let’s see you squirt baby.”
You scream out as you let yourself orgasm. You can feel the way your pussy gushes all over and runs down all three of your legs. The boys keeps fucking into you as your vision whites out a bit. Your limbs feel numb and your body is shaking as you start to come down from your high.
It takes Chan two more thrusts until he’s pulling your hips down on him and painting your insides white. It isn’t until Chan is done filling your pussy up that Hansol lets himself cum. His hips stutter inside your ass as he releases his warm semen into you. He thrusts a couple more times, fucking his cum even deeper into you, before he pulls out.
You feel so full with both of their cum inside of you, especially as Chan starts to finger the cum that’s dripped out of you back inside your pussy. You squirm around as he does but he doesn’t let up. He mouths at your tit as his fingers scissor open inside of you
“Channie~ oh please.” His fingers find your g-spot and he prods at it a couple more times before you’re clenching down and orgasming again.
“That’s my little whore, I knew you had it in you. So dirty, cumming back to back like that.” Chan smirks as he pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean.
“You were so good for us, thank you.” Hansol’s mouth is on yours again and you kiss him hard. His tongue parts your lips and slips inside of your mouth. You whine a bit as his hand caresses your side, your body still sensitive to any kind of stimulation. You hold Hansol tight against you but he still manages to pull away from you.
Your body collapses onto the bed, your muscles completely relaxed as your chest heaves up and down. You can still feel their cum leaking out of you but you can’t do anything but lay there. You feel the bed move as both boys get up. You can hear someone shuffling around to get dressed while the other one walks out of the room all together. Soon the other body is leaving but it’s not long before the first one comes back.
“Baby, please open your eyes. I need you to drink this.” It’s Hansol’s voice and guiltily you feel relieved that it’s him and not Chan.
Your eyes flutter open slightly and Hansol is standing next to the bed with a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers. You slightly sit up enough to take them both. Hansol cleans you up between your legs as you drink the water. After you finish he lets you lay back on the bed, occasionally nudging you around as he changes the sheets.
When the new sheets are on the bed you're starting to feel normal again as you stand up to look around for your panties.
“Do you want to take a shower? Or do you want to leave? Or-”
“Actually, can I just uh, stay? Sorry, is that weird? I can go if you want.” You pull your panties on and start to search for the rest of your clothes.
“No! I mean, it’s not weird. I’d actually like it a lot if you stayed.”
“Okay.” You smile softly at the older boy and he grins back. He pulls you back onto the bed before you can dress anymore and you giggle as he starts to press kisses onto your bare shoulder. Soon you two settle into the bed, you wrapped up in his big warm arms, and it doesn’t take long for sleep to overtake you both.
Two Weeks Later
“Hey Chan?” The younger boy looks up to see his roommate standing in his doorway.
“Yeah?”
“So uh, Y/N and I have been talking, hanging out more, you know? I was wondering…would it be…weird if I asked her out?”
Chan blinks at his roommate. That is not what he was expecting him to say. He loves Hansol, they’re roommates, best friends, but he has no clue what to say to him right now. He knows that nothing will happen between you and him again, but he still feels like you’re his.
“Hyung…you know her and I are like…” Chan trails off.
“I know! I know, but like…I don’t know how to say it. She’s just…damn.” The look on Hansol’s face is completely smitten. “And! We talked about it, we both know it’s a strange circumstance, and Y/N and I both agree that if we date…we wouldn’t mind if you sometimes joined us in bed. BUT I get to call the shots.”
This proposition has Chan’s eyebrows shooting up to his forehead. Oh. His shocked face then turns into a smirk. Well, how can he say no to that?
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“I like the way you speak”
Jade x Reader/Yuu, entirely gender neutral and vauge, only things mentioned are that Yuu has hands and can hold a teacup <3 I made this entirely to self serve myself but i hope y’all can find solace in soft gentle Jade bc it’s not talked about enough and i love the man :( enjoy!
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“I wish I didn’t talk so much,” You admit casually during a conversation with the Vice Dormleader of Octavinelle. “Like damn, I’m surprised more people don’t tell me to shut the fuck up sometimes.”
It was an insecurity of yours. Your tendency to info dump and overshare made you rude misplaced in conversations. Dominating the room with your voice and over excitement in such a way you know can be annoying to others.
The clinking of a tea set was the only reaction you had gotten for jade, the lip of the spout so elegantly kissing the rim of the cup placed in front of you. You weren’t quite sure what it was. Jade said it was from some obscure plant he foraged from the mountains that you didn’t remember the name of. Though rather than poison the only thing you were worried about was how it would taste on your tongue.
“I don’t believe you need to ‘shut up’ as you phrased it,” Jade had a polite smile gracing his face, one slightly softer than his usual. He got like that whenever he came upon on opportunity to share his interests. You refrained from mentioning it though, afraid he would start to mask the gentle genuine bit of himself you got to view. “When you speak, you have the habit of enticing people into your interests. It’s quite the gift, if I must say. How I wish to allow Floyd and Azul to see the wonders of foraging fufu..”
“I think it’s cool…” You mutter, slightly embarrassed. A gift was hardly the way you would phrase your habit. You think about the soft hints of genuine love and curiosity Jade has for his mushrooms and plants. The way his eyes light up with joy when he gets to speak about them, not unlike the glint he has when scheming. You think Jade is perfect the way he is, and it’s a shame Floyd and Azul can’t appreciate the things he loves more.
Jade chuckles, hand on his chest, teapot now placed down gently onto the table, “My, I would hope so. Considering you seem all too eager to jump at the opportunity to try it.”
You can’t help but flush, diverting your eyes away, and lifting the cup of tea closer to your lips, avoiding a response. A wiff of the aroma makes your eyes widen at the surprisingly fruity scent of the drink. “Is this pineapple?”
Jade smirks, “How Observant.”
“Do they grow pineapples around here…?” You take a small sip, letting the tea warm and brighten the insides of your body. It tastes like pineapples, yet less acidic and more floral.
“It’s from a plant called pineapple weed or wild chamomile. As you can see, it gets it’s name from it’s scent but is closer related to the chamomile family than the pineapple.” Jade’s fingers gentle wrap around the handle of his own teacup, raising it to his lips and taking a small sip. He almost seems to glow in the moment, radiating satisfaction from a forage well worth the journey.
You think to yourself, *that* is the reason you keep coming back to try. Though everything he experiments with always ends up tasting lovely, it’s the way Jade glows that always has you coming back.
You take another sip of the tea to calm the steadily rising beat of your heart.
“I think the way you speak is fine the way it is,” Your voice murmurs into the cup, barely loud enough to be heard but by the way Jade’s body tenses in curiosity he definitely heard you. And before you can stop yourself, you continue, “It’s—the way I speak really isn’t anything special… but the way you talk when you’re talking about foraging or stuff you know is really cool. You don’t stumble over your words at all—and you always know just how to deliver the information clearly and confidently while still looking so…” Radiant “Passionate about it all. I think it’s really cool.”
You glance up at Jade to gauge his reaction, his eyes still frozen wide in surprise and if you look close enough perhaps there was the softest brush of pink on his cheeks. His eyes lock onto yours and for a moment you think you see hesitation in them—like he wants to look away.
But you pull away first, head hung down in embarrassment, “Sorry—I said too much again.”
“Ah,” As if coming to from a vivid daydream, Jade’s eyes blink back into the present. “No—it’s—quite alright. You merely caught me off guard. I appreciate your honesty.”
“‘m sorry…” You mutter again. Your arms fold on the table in front of you, impolite, but it makes you feel safer in your little personal bubble.
Yet Jade has the audacity reach over, brushing a gloved hand over your non-dominant one with a charming, gentle smile. And your heart stills. “You needn’t apologize. I’m sincerely rather flattered, forgive me for loosing composure in the moment.”
Your mouth gapes, like a floundering fish out of water. You don’t know what you look like right now, staring at Jade in a mix of uncertainty and embarrassment. They feel bigger than the colossal squid itself. Your throat feels painfully dry, despite just hydrating yourself, and your body locks into place, entirely vulnerable. You’re at a loss for words.
A smirk graces Jade’s face, the all-knowing bastard he is, and he says with that rare gentle tone of his, “You do not bother me when you speak like that. Frankly… hm… you’re rather radiant, if I may be so bold to say. You captivate me when you speak so genuinely and wholeheartedly. I admit it sometimes tempts me to abandon my duties far more often than I should…”
A heartbeat passes by and you can feel your face flush with overwhelming joy, pricking the backs of your eyes. Jade’s hand wraps around yours in a proper hold, his gentle smile never wavering.
“There is another dish I would like to try making that I foraged for the other day when I got the pineapple weeds. Perhaps if you are free, tomorrow I could share a plate with you?”
You smile at him, warmth settling in your heart, “I’d love that.”
“Then it’s a date.”
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fun fact, pineapple weeds r an actual thing used to make tea! ive never tried myself, but in the spirit of jade (and bc foraging is fucking cool) i would very much like to someday <3
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Rue- I hate you
1-30-22
Words idk
Edited no
Content warning- angry/ fiend rue, drugs, talk of overdosing, manipulation and blame
Your pov-
I was awoken to the loud loud LOUD banging at my front door, I lived alone, so my first thought was, oh Fuck, I’m gonna get killed. But also, oh fuck, is it the cops? With that and the adrenaline running through me I jumped out of bed and ran out of my room begire grabbing the metal bat that sat by the door.
I ran down the stairs almost tripping and falling but I didn’t. The banging didn’t stop and I know my neighbors were pissed.
“Shut the Fuck up!” I yelled in like sing the door and swinging it open excepting to find a cop or some tall ass man but instead.
“Jesus Fuck rue!” I yelled,”you can’t fuckin do that!”
“Look im sorry! Just let me in!” I opened the door leaning the bat against the wall begire walking away.
“It’s 8 in the Morning Rue, you should be at home.” I plopped down on the couch.
“I know, I know….I just need a favor (y/n).” Rue and I broke up a week before her overdose during the summer. And now she’s in love with the girl named Jules.
“What is it rue?” She leaned over the back of the couch.
“I need you to buy or get something for me.”
“Rue.”
“Look fez wont sell to me anymore okay?! He will sell to you though.” She pressed.
“I don’t do oxy Rue, he would know also I’m not gonna-“ she cut me off.
“If you loved me you’d fuckin do this (y/n)!” She yelled.
“Then have your fuckin girlfriend do it rue!” I got off of the couch,”I’m not falling for this shit again! I bought the drugs that almost killed you! I’m not having your Fuckin life on my hands anymore rue! I can’t do it anymore! How do you not understand!” Tears fell from my eyes as I yelled at her.
“You’re so damn selfish (y/n)! Not everything is about you!” I shook my head at her words,”you caused my overdose (y/n)! This is the last thing you can do to for me!”
“You cannot pin your overdose on me rue! Get the Fuck out of my house rue!”as I yelled at her she walked away quickly uo the stairs,”the fuck are you doing?!” I ran after her up the stairs but she got into my room before I could. I twisted the knob but it was locked,”rue!” I banged on the door. I knew what she was doing, she was ransacking my drawers for my drugs; weed, acid, and coke along with the Xanax and addy I sold.
I couldn’t call anyone because my phone was in the bedroom.
“Fuck you rue! FUCK YOU!” I kept yelling in hopes she open the door so I could slam her ass to the floor and get her out of my house,”I wish you stayed in rehab! I was rooting for you and hoping you woulve gotten help but-but…I Fucking hate you! I hate you so-soo much right now!” I was bawling now, sobbing. My throat was getting sore from yelling at her and I knew for a fact I was gonna get a noise complaint,”you’re nothing but a selfish fucking druggie rue! You’re nothing but that!”
“Nothing but a ducking druggie?!” She pulled the door open and walked towards me. I was against the wall,”a fuckin druggie?! Like you’re any fucking better (y/n)! You went to rehab! You’re a teen age alcoholic with an addiction to Xanies and your gonna call me a druggie?!”
“I got clean rue!” She grabbed the dime bags of the blue bars out of her pockets.
“Clean? Ya right.” She scoffed.
“I only sell those rue!” She was scary right now, she wanted the drugs and nothing was gonna stop her. Not me, not her mom, not Ali, nobody.
“Ya right.” She scoffed as she walked away from me down the stairs,”look (y/n),” she looked back at me,”I love you an all and like…thanks for rooting for me an all, but I’m not getting clean.”
“Rue if you leave with my shit.” I walked down the stairs,”rue I will call your mother!”
“And tell her what?!” She turned around to look at me from the door,”I stole drugs from you and you caused my overdose?! No you won’t (y/n), you never will.”
“You need help rue, serious help.” She emptied one of the bags into her hand, collecting a few pills before sealing it and throwing them both into my kitchen landing on the counter.
“I’ll see you at school (y/n).” She smiled, closing the door.
“I Fuckin hate you.”
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A Change of Pace
Drummer!Tendou x Fem. Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: dubcon, drug use/mentions, fingering (f!receiving), unprotected sex, public sex, creampie, finger sucking, spit
A/N: a huge thank you to @loveatsutani for allowing me to join! This is contribution to the Rolling Loud Collab you can check out the other pieces here. I really enjoyed writing this piece, it helped me write some of my other collab fics, I hope you enjoy! @hqintheclub
Loud music, the smell of sex and weed, people doing acid and lines of coke wherever possible. That was what music festivals were always like for you.
Your band was the headliner for today, the last day of the festival and you were honestly glad. You were tired of it all, movies made it seem like the best experience when honestly it was just tiring. You were tired of the haze of drugs, tired of the facade you had to put on for every single concert, tired of the music. Everything lost its shine, your world became black and grey. Music was once your passion, your life but it was all gone. Maybe something would be different for this festival.
You were gathering your picks and making sure your guitar was tuned while your other bandmates were practicing. Your manager came running to the bus you were all in.
“Hey Reggie, what’s going on? Where’s Jesse?”
“Jesse has a sprained wrist.” Your manager gave you all a weak smile after he was done.
Everyone on the bus groaned at the announcement. You all made a code phrase for your drummer since they had a habit of getting too drunk or too high or disappearing to fuck whatever walked. Normally there was your honorary backup drummer but she left to move to a different country.
“So what are we going to do? I can’t be lead guitarist and drummer.”
You reached in your guitar case to grab the mint box that had a couple of joints in it, hoping that maybe if you were just a little high then you wouldn’t have to think about what to do next.
“Don’t worry you guys, I have good news. Well, two pieces of good news. I fired Jesse since I am not paying them to fuck around during band time and I was able to find a backup drummer for this performance. He should be coming now actually…”
Just on cue a guy walked on the bus with bright red hair and a big smile on his face, he had some piercings and when he fully got on the bus you saw a multitude of tattoos that decorated his arms along with two drumsticks in his hand.
“Hi! I’m Satori! Sorry about your drummer but hopefully I’ll be able to do a good job. I learned the songs you guys are performing and I’m a pretty fast learner so don’t worry about me screwing up during the set.”
You all introduced yourselves and you put your mint box away. As you all got acquainted you noticed how Satori’s gaze would linger on you a bit longer and a light blush would coat his face. He was far from ugly by any means and he was the type of guy that you were attracted to but you didn’t have any plans to fuck anyone during this festival. After a few minutes of getting to know each other you guys were called to the main stage, when you all got on you heard chants of “where’s Jesse?” You sighed as you grabbed the microphone to tell all the fans the news.
“Hey guys, as you have already figured out Jesse isn’t here. They are currently dealing with an untimely sprained wrist, I do apologize for this news but we do have an honorary stand in. His name is Satori” Satori stands and waves to the crowd once you say his name and sits back down. “I hope you all still enjoy our set!”
You fixed your guitar strap and Satori counted the start of the song down and you all started playing. During the set you and Satori shared little winks and glances. It felt different playing this time, it was a bit more enjoyable like how it was when you first started playing with the band. The others in the band always made comments about Jesse being the anchor but now you were starting to believe them. After the set you threw your pick into the crowd and left to sit backstage. You sat on one of the speakers as you fished out one of the joints from the container.
“Hey you!” Your best friend and bassist of the band, Adriana, approached you with a smile on her face. “You looked like you actually enjoyed yourself out there this time! It was nice to see. It was also nice to see you and Satori practically ripping each other’s clothes off with your eyes. I’m not trying to insinuate anything but you should fuck him.”
Your eyes widened and you almost dropped the joint you placed between your lips.
“What are you talking about? I wasn’t eye fucking him or anything like that!”
“Yeah you were, well I’ll leave you be and I will take this” she leaned over pulling the joint from your lips and put it between hers lighting it up with a smile. “I think he’s coming over too so I will see you later and you can tell me all the dirty details.”
She left with a wink while you shook your head at her antics. She always made claims about you needing to get laid and would try to set you up with someone, which always failed but maybe this time you might go through with it. You reached in your mint box and grabbed another joint, slotting it between your lips and lighting it to finally take a drag as Satori came and sat next to you.
“Do you have another one of those by any chance? I smoked my last one yesterday and I don’t trust anyone enough to buy some out here. If not, it's okay!”
You took one last hit and handed it over to him.
“It’s fine, the people out here lace their joints with angel dust and anything else they could put their hands on. Plus you deserve a little something after the amazing job you did out there. You did better than Jesse ever could.”
He chuckled at your compliments and took a drag from the joint, letting out a low groan at the slight burn in his lungs.
“You’re too kind but thank you. I had a little inspiration to do even better than I originally planned.”
“Oh really? And what might that be?”
He took one last drag before turning back to you, blowing the smoke near your face with a smirk.
“You. Maybe if I did a good enough job I might get your attention.”
You turned away to try and hide the smile growing on your face before turning back to him and grabbing the joint.
It was passed between the both of you while the conversation continued. Which was filled with flirtatious and suggestive comments and just learning about each other. By the time it became a roach Satori had it between his index finger and thumb. You reached over to grab another from your mint box but he grabbed your hand.
“No, don't do that, come here.”
He gripped your chin and brought you close to his face. He turned his head to take the last hit and he tapped your cheek for you to open up and so you did. He slotted his lips against yours and exhaled the smoke into your awaiting mouth. Once he was sure you breathed it in he took your bottom lip between his teeth teasingly and pulled back to only let you exhale before leaning back in to kiss you.
Hints of mint mixed with an herbal taste filled your tastebuds. This taste only strengthened once he slipped his tongue into your mouth deepening the kiss. You pulled away from him slowly, a string of saliva connecting the both of you only to be swiped away by Satori’s tongue.
He brought his hand to your face and slid his thumb across your bottom lip sliding it in between your swollen lips and laying it on your tongue. He massaged your tongue with the digit groaning at the way you obediently sucked on it. He moved his other hand along your thigh moving it upwards to play with the hem of your skirt. Before he could move it any further you both were interrupted by a passerby.
“Hey you horny bastards go find a room or a tent to fuck in!”
Satori pulled his thumb out of your mouth and looked around, finding a secluded area even further backstage. He got up and grabbed your hand leading you to the area without a word, once you were both behind the boxes he pinned you against the makeshift wall.
“You said I deserve a ‘little something’ but have I done enough to have you instead?”
His dilated pupils and bloodshot eyes looked into your matching ones. In a weed induced and lust filled haze you nodded, eager to see how he would please you. He drew you in for another kiss, a messy one filled with need and desire. His hand traveled up your skirt to rub his fingers along the soft, now wet, cotton of your panties.
Feeling the wet spot grow under his touch he pulled away from you with a smirk.
“You’re this wet just from kissing? I can’t wait to see what happens when I put my fingers and cock inside you.”
Before you could retort, his slim fingers slid your panties to the side and played with your folds. He leaned back in occupying his mouth with any piece of skin he could lay his lips on. He slowly slid one finger inside you chuckling against your skin at the gasp you let out. He thrusted his finger inside you a few times before adding another.
The next act started playing, their music blocking out any of your moans. Satori bit down on your neck making you cry out. He kept scissoring his fingers in and out of you making you whine more and more. Once he put his thumb on your clit you cried out as you got closer to your orgasm. He knew as well, feeling how you grew even tighter around his fingers and your hand clenched around his wrist. As much as he wanted you to cum for him now that wouldn’t be enough, he wanted you to cum around his cock, he could give you as many orgasms as you want with his fingers another time. He slowed his pace and pulled his fingers out of you, he looked at them coated in your juices. He couldn’t help himself but put them in his mouth, savoring your essence with a groan. You looked at him with a pitiful look, you looked so hurt but so turned on at the sight of him sucking on his fingers. You wanted to taste his fingers, feel how they massage your tongue, you just wanted more of him.
“Oh don’t look so sad I’m not going to leave you high and dry--well, high and wet--I want you to cum on my cock. I want to hear what pretty sounds you make once I’m balls deep inside you.”
He unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them to his knees along with his underwear. You looked down and saw his hard cock, the tip red and leaking precum. You felt your mouth water at the sight and you met Satori’s eyes. He chuckled at your hungry gaze and shook his head.
“No, not right now. Right now I want to bury my cock inside you and fuck you brainless.”
He spit on his hand and pumped his cock a few times before reaching down to grab your leg and lift it. You reached down and moved your panties to the side making it easier for him to finally fuck you. He teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, smearing your slick along the tip before sliding inside of you. Once the tip was in he slammed the rest of his length in making you yelp and arch your back.
“Oh I know, I know, I normally wouldn’t rush but you don’t want to get caught do you?”
“No I don’t, just please move some more.”
He started moving his hips, lifting your leg even higher as his thrusts grew faster. His eyes never left your cunt. He didn’t know what he loved seeing more, the creamy ring around his cock or the way you would grip onto him when he would pull out only leaving his tip inside you before thrusting back in fully. The group was playing their last song so Satori needed to make both of you cum quick to prevent the both of you from getting caught.
He stilled his hips and puckered his lips as he spit on your cunt. You clenched around him tightly and he sped his hips up.
“Oh you like when I spit on your cunt? Where else do you want my spit huh?” Without a word you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, silently begging him to spit in your mouth.
“Dirty little slut wants me to spit in her mouth? What the slut wants” he pulled on your tongue bringing your face closer to his as he collected his saliva once more to spit in your mouth immediately stuffing two fingers in your mouth. Satori groaned at the way you moaned around them and the way you were clenching around his cock. He knew you were reaching your orgasm soon and so was he but before that happened he needed one more thing from you. He took his fingers from your mouth and leaned in close to your ear.
“Who’s dirty cockslut are you?”
You bit your lip and shook your head, more focused on your incoming orgasm. Satori took your face in his hand before speaking again.
“Who’s dirty cockslut are you? Say it or you don’t get to cum.”
“‘M your dirty cockslut.”
“Say it louder and say my name. Don’t stop until you're cumming around my cock.”
“‘M Satori’s dirty cockslut!”
He brought his spit slicked fingers down to your clit, rubbing it quickly as his hips pounded against yours, you kept repeating the words he told you like a mantra. You clenched tightly around him as your orgasm hit you hard, you were spasming around his cock and Satori came inside you shortly after. Once you both relaxed he slid out of you and moved your panties to cover you up.
“Don’t want to let any escape. I want you to remember me by this.”
He leaned in and kissed you once more before fixing his clothes and got ready to walk you back to the bus. Once you guys were about to head to the festival floor someone tapped your shoulder. You turned around and were met with one of the sound guys.
“Next time you two decide to fuck, can you not do it near a mic that’s on? I’m all for people getting laid but I don’t want to hear it.”
He left you and Satori staring at each other with the same wide eyed look. You were the first to burst out laughing and he followed soon after. You both made jokes about it as you walked back to the bus.
Once you reached the bus you turned to him with a small smile. Satori cupped your face and kissed you a couple of times before pulling away.
“Don’t be sad buttercup, I have a feeling we’ll see each other again soon. Plus you have a little memory of today’s events.”
With a wink he left you and you made your way in the bus to tell Adriana everything that happened. You did wonder if he meant what he said or if he just said that to every girl he fucked at a festival.
A few months later your band had their next big gig, for smaller venues you guys had different backup drummers but none could compare to how good Satori was. You were all warming up while another band was opening up for you. Reggie came running over to you guys.
“Hey, I have really good news for you all! We signed contracts and I finally got you a permanent drummer. You all are familiar with him, some more than others” Reggie winked at you before continuing.
“Welcome your new drummer Satori!”
Satori walked out and beelined straight towards you. He wrapped his arms around you and picked you up, spinning you around.
“Hiya buttercup, missed me? I know I missed you.”
“Of course I missed you Satori, I thought I wouldn’t see you again.”
He put you down and kissed you.
“I told you I had a feeling I’d see you again and I would’ve done anything to make that happen. So how about after this gig I take you out for some food and then I take you back to the hotel room and show you how much I missed you?”
#tendou smut#hq smut#haikyuu smut#hq tendou smut#tendou satori smut#tw drugs#tw dubcon#tw unprotected sex#tw spit
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Fruit Bat: Scud/Reader
He should know better than to irritate the vampire that’s already pissed, wounded, and starving—so you teach him.
For the Kinky Things Happen bingo square: vampires and discipline, at @pandoratriestowritestuff’s request for some Scud. Credit to them and @phoenixblack89, who talked about Scud getting spanked and choking on a donut, for the respective scenes.
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You’re still pissed at him.
But it’s hard to give him the silent treatment when you need to get at the junk around the tables. Move, pass me that wrench, throw me that wire, is dry and distant, work-related; but turn that shit down, quit spewing crumbs, stop grabbing me, and other growls that aren’t related to the tech you’re fiddling with get read as some sign—to keep doing those things, but that’s sure not what your glares should be saying.
Well, it isn’t a surprise that he’s being a dumbass about it. A moron about a lot of shit, lately, the bandage on your arm can vouch for that. And it was an accident, sure, you wouldn’t usually blame him for aiming that UV flashlight at anything that swarmed at him on a job; but he’d been high and you’d called out a warning, dammit, and he still got you with it. Burned like a motherfucker, like acid.
His apology was huffed, high-sluggish, and rank like the shitty weed he’d been toking.
Maybe he’s realizing you’re really pissed, content with just your hand as company for a few days, because you haven’t taken a break even once from this group project—a net of UV panels you can drape over the van; they stay off for now, obviously—to get your hands down his pants, or his down yours.
But Josh—Scud’s dumb, and it pisses him off to be called Josh, so of course that’s what you call him—is definitely high, not as sharp as he’d otherwise be, and his logic is coming from his dick today. His brain would be screaming at him to not agitate the vampire that’s wounded and pissed.
He’s prodded at you the whole damn night so far, brushing your groin to grab a tool there’s fifteen more of scattered around that he can get to, angling his head in a way that makes the churning veins under too damn tempting, flat-out groping your ass when his first two tactics don’t get him anything more than warning hisses.
Except when he decides he doesn’t like a particular hiss you give, too much teeth for his liking, because when his hand drops from where it’s gotten in a squeeze it claps right back down across the ass cheek it grabbed. Fucking hard, too; "make peace, not war" your ass.
You whirl where he’s scrambling back to his side of the room, giggling, hands raised with his palms out like he can call a truce. Like he hasn’t been doing this shit all night and your hisses and menaced fangs are supposed to be equals, or something.
Well, they aren’t. And you feel like cashing in some payback.
"C’mon, baby, lighten up!" trails his getaway while you give chase. You don’t run after him, but Josh stumbles and darts around like you are. It’s one of the oldest hunting tactics, just following, while the prey tires itself out trying to get away. Vampires don’t need to use it, you could just as easily catch up, even with a bandaged arm.
But Josh wants to goddamn play, so you’ll follow suit. For now.
Smoker’s lungs, stoner’s, don’t let him keep it up as long as a guy his age could. Josh staggers, stumbles a last time like his clothes weigh fifty pounds, and drops on the steps up to another part of the workshop. By his couch and TV, the little nest he’s made for himself, and you don’t think that’s accidental; but you don’t plan to move things to that shitty couch, not anytime soon.
You walk right up to him, and Josh goddamn grins, leaning back on his hands and spreading his legs like he’s offering himself up like a damn meal. He’s still got one of those shitty donuts, and he takes a bite, still grinning, and flicks a crumb at your leg.
"You’re a child," you growl, getting a whiff of syrup lactic acids, probably burning his calves like battery; iron thumped in and out of his heart, jumping in his throat, flushing his face; that damn weed turning everything earthy, chalky like loam, but still good.
"I’m a delight," spews more crumbs with another giggle. "Besides, baby, you love it."
You do—when you aren’t pissed at him. "Love to kick your ass," you huff, toeing the step by his foot.
His hum makes you swallow. Fucking thirsty, you are, and that’s just the worst kind of trifecta for Josh to be near right now: starved, pissed, and wounded. Your nerves are shot, and his chase didn’t tire you, but it sure as shit reminded you of what hunts are supposed to take care of. And his hum, that sounds vaguely like a dying, helpless churr from a punctured throat...
Shit.
But the hum bubbles into a chuckle, as you’re stepping away to beat it and get back to work—so Blade doesn’t have you to stake and Josh to mend, or a drained corpse to bury—when you get a lazy kick to your calf and a teasing, "The little fruit bat running away? Afraid I’ll smack him again?"
You’re starving, agitated, and your arm throbs. It’s not a nickname you hate, but it sets off something.
You stop, turn back slowly, and flick your eyes to either side to make sure you won’t be skewered by stray junk out of place. All clear, so you skulk up, schooling your face into a careful, bland look that puts Josh on edge more than a scowl.
"Ain’t my ass about to get smacked, boy," is throttled with a snap of fangs and a low pounce, and Josh can only drop the fucking donut and yelp as you tackle him.
He gets a bit of ground, because his hand clamps right down on the bandages, making you bark at the bolt of pain. It’s been longer since your last drink than you admitted to Blade, before he left, and that doesn’t help. But Blade would’ve had you come with, otherwise, and you figured dealing with Josh was worth getting the panels for the van closer to field testing.
Because as much as you want to skitter up the wall and drop Josh from the rafters, most days, you don’t want to get back to the van and find a drained, stoner-sized juice box.
So it’s a little ironic that he’s sprawled over your legs, when the scuffle’s over. It’s not what you intended—to pin him to his stomach, straddle, and give a few smacks before letting him go—but you sort yourselves out. First Josh, and you wrap an arm over his waist to keep him down; then yourself, and you sit up properly so his ass is right where you want it.
These days, child rearing isn’t what you were accustomed to, and Josh doesn’t figure it out until he feels your hand settle across the seat of his cargo pants. "No fuckin’ way," is half telling, half laughing, and the weed probably has something to do with that second part.
Because the first part’s not amused, but just in case he doesn’t get it across that he’s not thrilled to be pinned this way, Josh starts trying to buck off your lap.
"Yes fucking way," you hiss, and your hand cracks down over his right cheek.
It’s loud, even for his human hearing, and goes off like a shotgun blast. Josh twists his head back, huffing. The scowl he tries to give doesn’t have the kind of impact he hopes for, when it twitches at the second swat you land, right over the same spot. Harder than the first, because you won’t have him scowling at you, goddamn brat.
"Hope you know how to sleep with one eye open," cracks when you get a handful of flesh, quieter when he hangs his head. The pants are thin, and you feel the warmth from the swats, hell, hear the blood fizz under the surface. "Get you back for this."
You frown, not at the threat, but another rush of blood you hear. Feel, even better, in your lap.
You growl and throw a withering look his way, because fucking seriously? "You gettin’ hardover this?"
You hear the bones grind, Josh gritting his teeth, when you give the spot you’ve hit twice now a slow rub. Christ, he is, and he’s halfway there by the time you’ve rubbed enough circles into the warmed skin that you have to strain to hear the fizzing blood. You should’ve guessed he was into this, not like he doesn’t rile you up to pin or chase him anyway, this even makes sense.
The swipe to his left thigh is sudden, vampire speed but not strength because you aren’t that cruel. Your ears perk at the sound it gets, when the crack settles again, but before you can ask if he’s fine you feel his thigh rise up into your hand. You can’t help but scoff, because Christ’s sake, you weren’t trying to get frisky with him—and that ship’s goddamn sailed, because you’re helping him get hard.
You’re getting hard, too, can’t be a hypocrite about that. Josh feels it, pushing up into his side, and when he twists his head back again he’s flushed and his mouth’s open. His eyes are glazed over, brow’s furrowed, you think, but it’s hard to tell with the mop of hair in the way. Dammit,and you get a handful of his shirt in your striking hand to keep him from toppling over, and unwrap the other to push the hair off his face.
You can hear his sigh just fine, but it thrums into your fingers where you keep them pushed into his scalp, warm, damp from work and running from you. "Done already, baby? Maybe we can switch," buzzes up your arm.
Shit. You aren’t excited for that, because if he’s going to get you back he’s damn well working for it. But you can feel him reacting to you, swamping your senses; a whine when your fingers curl in the bangs before combing out, his hips shimmying when your arm loops over again, the muscles of his hide clenching as you drag down his pants and boxers.
That last one gets a sharp breath that’s followed up with a sharper swat. You suck in a gasp yourself and tighten your arm, giving your hard-on friction to grind off of, as you run your fingertips over the barely-pink skin. Warm, hot, without the fabric, and it fizzles louder like damn fireworks, when you drop your palm over the left cheek.
"Baby? Not getting any, uh, urges? Know I look good ‘nough to eat normally, but—"
"Shut up," you snarl, and then you’re smacking him again.
It’s anger at this bullshit, your injury, your arm throbbing as Josh twitches against the hold you just double down on when you start laying down swats quick and hard. He could’ve killed you, and he was too damn high to realize it, to apologize, still hasn’t.
But it’s some twisted fascination, too, watching the barely-pink go hot pink, white in the beat after a blow before it blooms darker, then red. You hear the blood fizz, pop, and simmer with each shade the flesh darkens to. Ass goes slower than the thighs, more meat to them, and that reminds you that there’s something to grab so you do. Not after every swat, just to give you both a breather, and you groan when you peel your hand off each time and a five-fingered print flares white before reddening again.
"Hope you choke on those damn donuts," you groan, throaty, when you realize your aim goes off because Josh is rutting into your damn lap. "Quit moving, lemme."
He goes rigid when you grab a hot thigh and spread him open, shift him right so his cock isn’t snug against your leg, and start to stroke. Cruelly slow, but it’s not like he’s getting out of this without some discipline. But you wouldn’t exactly mind doing this again, either...
"No one’s dead, then?"
Josh yelps and finally does buck off your lap. You let him, falling in a heap with his pants still down to his knees, because you’re too busy cringing back from the circle of UV light pointed at the floor. On concrete, not too close to the steps, but you’ve had enough of that wicked light as it is.
Blade doesn’t look bothered by Josh’s undressed, red ass, or the wet spot he left on your jeans. Neither of you finished, just pre-cum, but you’re not keeping a nose or ear out to scent or hear if Josh does by accident in the scramble. You’ve got something else on your mind, that wicks away the lust and anger and drags hunger up your throat so fast you’re dizzy.
The IV bag’s tossed to you, torn into and drained in the time it takes Blade to fish out another from his bag. You hear the flashlight go off and pounce out onto concrete to burrow into the second one he gives over, then growl for the third you can smell when he doesn’t offer it.
"There a problem?"
Your growl sputters, and Josh must’ve gotten his pants back up because he draws attention to himself now. "All good, B. Just looking for some shit for the panels."
Blade doesn’t ask what shit required Josh’s nose being two inches from the lowest step, or being over your lap while he looked, but you go deaf to what they do talk about when the third bag’s thrown your way. By the time you finish, wiggling the puncture marks over your yawning mouth to get the last drop, Blade’s gone and Josh’s face wrinkles.
"Oh, now you don’t want to bother me?" you purr, all fangs, your arm hardly aching and your throat good and wet.
"Shit, dude, would table manners kill you?"
You purr louder, a chuckle, as Josh turns away and goes to hide on his couch with his TV. Close to dawn, anyway, and it’s better to have two pairs of hands for the panels. At least that’s what Josh will tell Blade, probably, if he asks why he isn’t working on it in the morning when you’re sleeping. You’re betting on Blade either calling him out, saying a sore ass doesn’t mean a day off, or just letting it slide. He’s not stranger to vampire strength, even if it’s never been applied to his ass.
Well, Josh can tell him all about it, and you wipe the blood off your face, purr throttling in a real laugh, as Josh decides to lay down on his stomach while he fumbles with the TV.
"Gonna get you back," he reminds you.
In the dim, barely-lit room, with just some cartoon to flick pale tones over the dark space, you lurk over and crawl up onto the back of the couch, balancing on your side, so you can lick your fingers clean and run them through his hair. You tune out the shitty TV to hone in on his blood, calming down, still sputtering around his warm ass. It’s white noise you lose yourself in, purring at his swears when he shifts and agitates the flesh.
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(cw: psychosis and descriptions of psychosis)
right here’s a post about shit you can do in psychosis to help yourself
shadow people/government/etc watching you and you’re too scared to get naked? shower in a swimsuit or your underwear. you’ll get clean and not be as vulnerable
find a safe place. my safe place is my bed; no matter what’s out there, nothing can get me while i’m in my bed
find safe people. when i was having really bad night terrors i could only trust people who hadn’t been in my dreams. look for people like that.
things living in your mirrors? wash them with salt water. it won’t get rid of them but it’ll trap them in there and they can’t get out
find phrases or words that make you feel safe. i’m not christian but i used to recite the lord’s prayer when i was scared and i found it helpful
pinch yourself. if you can feel it, you’re in reality and not dreaming
find things that only happen in dreams. in dreams i can’t smoke because my cigarette always turns to ash, so if i can smoke my cigarette regularly i’m not dreaming.
get rid of all weapons. when you’re in psychosis it’s scary as hell and it’s not uncommon to have weapons to protect yourself. i would sleep with a knife or pair of scissors in my bed at one point. but it’s easy to accidentally hurt yourself or others, or be accused of being a danger, so it’s best to get rid of them or have someone trusted hold onto them.
avoid enablers. this is super hard to do but it’s not good to have people around you who encourage your symptoms. it often feels like those are the only people who understand you, but they’re not good for you.
avoid substances. things like alcohol, weed, and other substances will only make your symptoms worse and are extremely difficult to control. do NOT do acid. trust me on this this will fuck you up hardcore.
give yourself space. what’s happening now is scary and overwhelming and you have to be gentle with yourself. it’s ok if you can’t do what you normally did, it’s ok if you struggle at work or school, it’s ok if you struggle with taking care of yourself. this is so hard! and so many people don’t understand. you are okay where you are.
anyway those’re my tips so i hope this helps and it’d be swell if yall could reblog this thanks
#mental health#schizophrenia#psychosis#schizo spectrum#mh posting#orig#time to stop bitching about no posts and make my own#hall of fame
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Haunted
“I’m not good at secrets,” Link complained as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. “Especially when it’s good news.” He glanced at Amelia with a wide, boyish grin on his face that made her chuckle.
“I know, babe.” She rolled her eyes. “You were telling Jo within seconds after I told you last time and we weren’t even sure that was good news yet.” Link’s eyes widened as his best friend’s name was mentioned.
“Shit, that’s gonna be hard.”
“Avoid her,” Amelia groaned, grabbing her work bag and opening the car door.
“Hey!” She glanced back to find Link waving a banana and a bottle of water.
“Not this again,” she muttered, remembering the constant nagging she received during her pregnancy with Scout. “We found out last night, Link, I don’t even qualify as pregnant yet.”
“And that’s where you're wrong. I put the prenatals in your purse. Remember the folic acid. We don’t want neural tube defects.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Amelia responded, grabbing the banana and water bottle from his wavering hands. “Wipe that grin off your face, everyone’s gonna know the moment you step into the E.R.”
“We’re having another baby,” Link sang, jogging a couple steps in front of her and glancing back with amusement.
“I hate you!” She called, trying to wipe the grin off her face as her husband waved goodbye without turning back.
Unlike Link, Amelia wasn’t paged for the upcoming trauma. Something she didn’t necessarily mind so she made the quick trip to her office instead. The room seemed stale from the week of time off they’d taken for their honeymoon. Scout’s face was priceless when the couple walked into the house last night after spending the week with Link’s parents. She wished they’d been able to spend more time with him but she promised they’d visit him at daycare, which Mer was dropping him off at for them midday. She fished through her bag finding that Link had gone a little overboard on snacks.
“Classic,” she muttered, knowing he’d probably end up eating half of them anyway. She took the prenatals easily, washing them down with the water bottle that her husband had provided and internally wishing she had a thermos full of coffee.
“Hey, are you not coming?” Maggie, stuck her head in Amelia’s office, breathless from running. “Big trauma? I’m sure you’re needed.”
“I didn’t get a page.” Amelia replied, now understanding Link's inability to keep good news to himself. Staring at Maggie’s happy expression made her want to blurt out the news so bad.
“Probably a mistake since you were off for the week. We need to catch up later over dinner or something. Just come with me now.” Her eyes flicked to the desk. “Whoa what’s with all the vitamins? You always made fun of my ‘bullshit’ morning routine.”
“Uh, Bali inspired me I guess,” Amelia sputtered.
“Ugh, I’m so jealous!” Maggie squealed. “Can’t wait to hear all about it.” Amelia nodded, following her sister as they joined the mass of doctors that were heading to the E.R.
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“Did you page, Amelia?” Was the first thing Link said to Bailey after their week off. Bailey stared at the ortho surgeon blankly, trying to control the chaos that E.R. was descending into. “Wha--”
“I made sure she wasn’t,” Webber affirmed, seeming to come out of nowhere. People were staggering around like zombies and Link swallowed uncomfortably.
“She can’t get near this today. Can we send a resident up to her office to distract her? Or just ask her to take the day off? Are you okay with being here?” He asked Webber, glancing around the room.
“I’m fine,” Richard affirmed to him and Bailey. “More of a drinker.”
“Amelia says it’s all the same.”
“If I wasn’t fine I would make that clear,” Richard shook his head. “I’ll find a resident for Shepherd. You’re needed in trauma four.” Link nodded, glancing around the E.R. once more before following the general surgeon into the crowded room.
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It was the smell that hit Amelia first as she and Maggie entered the E.R. It wasn’t like she hadn’t treated patients who reeked of weed before but the entire wing seemed to be exuding the smell of marijuana. She stumbled back slightly.
“What happened?”
“Train slid off the rails over that skate park on Elm where all the stoners hang out,” Teddy yelled over the commotion. “The majority of those injured are completely out of their minds. One of my guys tried to shoot himself up with saline. All the nurses are complaining about veins.”
“Oh,” Amelia swallowed, Teddy nodded and turned back to her patient who had begun to seize. “Little help, Shepherd?”
“Just a sec,” Amelia answered blankly, turning the corner abruptly to try and get away from the smell that was seeping into every pore of her scrubs. She pushed an intern aside before stumbling over to a waste bin and throwing up the contents of her breakfast. She tried to push the intrusive thoughts entering her mind away with no success. Her arms covered in needles, her head in a peaceful daze, Ryan. Every part of her wondered what her life would be like if he were still here, holding her, every night.
“Amelia!” A voice snapped her out of her thoughts before strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her up from her place against the wall. “Can you hear me?” She willed herself to answer, trying to focus on the familiar face that was shaking her shoulders forcefully. “Get out of the way!” Link shouted as hospital staff parted to allow for him to lead her out of the E.R. and into an on call room. “Amelia.” He pulled her into his chest, running concerned hands through her hair.
“The smell is covering me,” she mumbled, Ryan still flickering in her mind. Link nodded, pulling off his scrub top before removing hers, along with the rest of their clothes and tossing them into a waste bag.
“Go shower,” he motioned to the small bathroom connected to the room. “I’ll grab your clothes and be right back.”
“Don’t leave,” she begged, knowing that if he did she might find herself back in the E.R. surrounded by the very thing her mind was aching for. Link nodded, texting a quick message to Maggie before guiding her into the bathroom and turning on the shower head. Amelia’s thick hair absorbed smells quickly and he cleansed it until all that was left was the light fragrance of spring flowers before doing the same to his own. Maggie knocked on the door as Link wrapped Amelia into a towel and led her towards the bed.
“I’m sorry, this is all my fault,” Maggie exclaimed as she handed Link their clothes through the crack in the door.
“It’s okay, you couldn’t have known,” Link assured the worried cardio surgeon. “Bad day to come back,” he tried to joke, the worry in Maggie’s eyes didn’t lessen. “I’ll keep you updated,” he finally said. Maggie nodded, slowly shutting the door.
“Do you remember when we had that conversation after Scout was born?” Amelia’s voice came numbly from behind him. Link turned, making his way to the bed and placing a hand on her thigh before answering.
“Yeah. The one after I tried to propose to you the first time?” He willed his voice to be light.
“When I told you about wanting to get high before I went to bed and when I woke up and every so often when I was feeding Scout.” Link waited as her voice wavered. “It’s gotten better. Now it’s usually only right before I close my eyes at the end of the day. Just a little rush of euphoria I get that begs me to sneak out of our apartment and drive to a dispensary. And then I really think about it and I realize how much that would fuck up everything that I love the most. But the thought never goes away. It just lingers and waits until something like today happens. And then that little voice is suddenly screaming and I’m stuck trying to convince myself that my love for the people in my life trumps the love I have for the feeling of being high.”
“Does it?” Was all Link could think of to ask as he carefully slipped a tank top over her shivering chest.
“When there’s an E.R. full of people who have devoted themselves to feeling exactly what my body craves for every day, I’m not sure.” She answered truthfully, relaxing as he guided the tank top over her flat stomach. Link nodded, trying to suppress the impulse to yell at her about the condition she was in. “But then I remember that I’m a mother...and that I owe it to my kid...kids to be stable enough to bring another life into the world. Even though I know they’d be fine with just their dad.”
“We would not be fine,” Link acknowledged firmly, wanting to shake her out of the daze that she was in. “I would not be fine.” Amelia nodded blankly.
“Can you hold me?” Her voice was soft. “And can you describe our baby again? Like you were doing last night?” Link nodded, rolling up her shirt carefully and placing a gentle hand on the bottom of her abdomen.
“Mhmm,” he held back any tears that were threatening to fall from the thought of ever losing her. “Our baby is going to be a splitting image of her mother. With long chocolate curls and ocean blue eyes. Oh and stubborn, to the point where you can’t bother arguing with her because she is also always the smartest person in the room. She’ll have my nose and skin that actually sunburns. Which means she’ll have to learn to apply sunscreen like her dadda and not like her brother or mom. She’ll be upset about this first, wanting her mother’s perfectly tanned complexion but she’ll get used to it. She’ll have her mother’s body type, slim and athletic, but her dad’s height and, like Scout, she will…”
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miss goody two shoes
pairing: drug dealer!bambam x reader
genre: smut, angst?
warnings: 18+, language, drug use/mention, fingering, dirty talk, public and unprotected sex.
word count: 6k+
summary: you want to prove to everyone you’re not the good girl they all think you are. your best friend’s drug dealer? perfect choice.
a/n: hello back with that smut everyone loves. this is unedited and quickly(ish) written so please don’t judge. it took me until 3:36am and two aperol spritzes to finish this SO. YAH.
“Do we really have to do this right now?” You asked your best friend, trying to keep up with him as you follow him through the city.
He stops for a moment and turns back to look at you as if you’ve just confessed to a murder, “y/n are you kidding me? Do you really think I can deal with an interaction with Gretchen not high?” Jae shook his head at you and continued walking forward.
“It’s just brunch! I doubt you’ll even interact that much!” You hated walking with him, because of his damn long legs. His strides were honestly too much for you.
Jae huffed in disagreement, “I need it regardless. Now come on, we’re almost there.”
When you had agreed to a brunch date with a few friends from college including your best friend, you hadn’t really thought meeting up with his drug dealer right before was a part of the plan. Sure, many of the people the two of you went to college with were insufferable, but for some reason whenever they’d reach out to you to make plans you would always find yourself saying yes and ultimately drag Jae along. He constantly told you that you were too nice.
Specifically, Gretchen – a girl who had lived across from you your second year of University – was the most difficult to deal with and usually her and Jae would end up in passive aggressive arguments that made everyone at the table uncomfortable. So, you guessed that if meeting Jae’s drug dealer was a part of making that issue vanish, so be it.
By the time of you reached a small park square in the middle of the city, you felt a burning in your legs from trying to keep up with Jae and crashed onto the first bench you see. He looked down at you massaging your legs and chuckled, “we barely walked a mile, calm down!”
Rolling your eyes, you looked up at him through your lashes, “easy for you to say. You’re not the one trying to keep up with a 7-foot giant.” He doesn’t reply, but simply snorted at your comment and looked down to check his phone, “when is your guy getting here? We’re going to be late if we wait here for too long and you know how that’s gonna be a whole thing if that happens.”
“Don’t worry, he’ll be here soon,” Jae assured you.
And sure enough, after a few moments you heard a loud “Dude!” leave your best friend’s mouth and looked up to see a man enter the park square. The man returned Jae’s enthusiastic welcome with outstretched arms as he walked towards the two you, giving Jae the “guy handshake” as soon as he’s in reach.
When he’s out of the handshake with your best friend, you begin to take in his features and were surprised by how much this guy didn’t look like a drug dealer. Most of the drug dealers you had seen or heard of had a casual style to them – hoodie, somewhat presentable and maybe on the weirdly older side. This guy was not that in any way shape or form. Everything about him screamed Paris fashion week and your brain was trying to process how this guy could be a drug dealer. Maybe he made that much money? Judging on the very expensive watch he was sporting and the Cartier ring on his middle index finger, you believed that it had to be the case.
“Y/N,” Jae said snapping you out of your thoughts, “this is Bam.”
You stood up from the bench and dusted yourself off, looking at the two men suspiciously, “Bam? Is that short for something?”
The dealer shrugged, “Bambam I guess.”
You can’t help but notice the way he scans you up and down, checking you out. You tell yourself he’s looking at you in an effort to feel you out and see if you’re a snitch or nark, but the nervous flip in your stomach tells you maybe it’s for a different reason.
As though Jae noticed the strange interaction between the two of you, he claps his hands loudly, “let’s get to it then, shall we?” Bambam simply nodded his head and fiddled with the clearly nonprescription glasses on his face, “Right… how much do you want?”
“An eighth should do.” Jae confimed.
Bambam began to reach into his bag and stops, “that’s it?”
Your best friend pursed his lips in thought, “actually if you have molly that could be good too. I’m supposed to be going to my stupid racist aunt’s wedding next weekend and it would be much better on something.”
Bambam shook his head sadly and clicked his tongue, “sorry man. There’s some music festival this weekend and all those stupid frat dudes wiped me clean on acid and molly. But I should be getting some more next week if you want to meet up again.” You swear when he says the words “meet up again” you see his eyes wander to yours, but as quickly as they’re there, they’re back on Jae.
You heard a groan leave Jae’s throat in annoyance, “whatever I’ll get through it sober, I guess. I’ll just take the weed then.” Bambam nods his head and hums, “cool.”
You watch as Bambam meticulously takes a small clear baggie out of his bag and places it inside of larger black sack, “I’ll throw in a free edible too, since you’re my number two customer and all,” Bambam laughs. The noise that leaves his mouth is almost melodic, and you can’t remember a time where someone’s laugh put you at ease. You felt a smile reach your face.
“What the fuck? I’m not number one?” Jae complained.
“Nah man, Mark’s got you beat there.”
Jae shook his head, “Fucking Tuan.”
Bambam and Jae laughed at his response as you stand there clueless as to who this Mark person was or why it was funny that he was Bambam’s number one customer. It’s when your eyebrows furrow and there’s a small frown on your face that Bambam’s gaze is once again fixated on you. “Does the pretty girl want anything?”
Before you can answer or react at Bambam calling you a pretty girl, Jae answers for you, “She doesn’t do this kind of stuff.” You roll your eyes annoyed at him just deciding what you do and what you don’t do. Just as you’re again about to open your mouth to speak, you’re cut off but this time by Bambam.
“Let her speak for herself man,” At that your heart warmed and you feel your face grow hot at how a drug dealer you barely know was treating you better than your own best friend. Bambam nods at you as if to go on and you felt yourself sputter your words out, “No… I mean he’s- well I guess he’s pretty much right. I don’t really like- um well do that stuff. Not that I have anything against it! I totally don’t! You know I’m like friends with the number one stoner in the area- or I guess number two since that Mark guy is number one? But anyways it’s just not for me so I- yeah so no… No drugs for me today.”
You feel yourself want to hide in a corner as you turn to see Jae with wide eyes and looking at you as if you should be in a mental institution. Somehow, you turned to face Bambam, expecting him to also categorize you as a psycho for your rambling, but instead he has a smile on his face and chuckles. His smile was practically as bright as his overpriced watch.
“Totally understandable. I don’t do any of this stuff either,” Bambam revealed.
“What? But you’re like a…” you begin, drifting off and unsure if “drug dealer” was a polite term to use in this day and age.
“Drug dealer?” He laughed, “yeah I know… But you know not everyone tries their own merchandise.”
You frowned, not completely understanding, “but shouldn’t you try and know your merchandise so you’re better at selling?”
He shrugged, “I guess when you’re selling drugs it really doesn’t matter,” Bambam shocks you by taking a step closer to you and reaching out to push a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face, “or I’m just really good at what I do.”
Taking a step back, he smiles at you and you hear Jae clearing his throat, clearly uncomfortable at the situation, “so how about those drugs?” Bambam simply nodded, unfazed and handed Jae the bag as the latter slips him the cash.
You became confused as you watched Bambam handle the money. He was doing something so simple, but looked so attractive doing it? Absentmindedly you felt yourself bite down on your lip as you watched him count and place the cash in his money clip. You were lost in a daze of watching his hands and the money that you didn’t notice his gaze back up to you, “don’t bite down so hard baby girl, you never know what could happen.”
Jae coughed again, still awkward about your interactions with Bambam. You on the other hand felt him calling you “baby girl” go straight to your core, so much so that you pressed your legs together. Praying he didn’t notice; you found your eyes wandering to anywhere that wasn’t the drug dealer.
Bambam took your silence as a sign, “well I better get going. Have other stops to make this morning.” Jae nodded, simply thankful to not be caught in the middle of whatever this was any longer, “yeah us too.”
“See ya later Jae, you too y/n.” You still feel semi-dazed from his words that all you can do is wave him goodbye, and watch him walk out of the park, the opposite direction of where you and Jae came in from. Bambam turned around one final time before exiting the park completely, “remember! Say no to drugs!” he shouted over his shoulder, shooting you another smile.
As soon as he’s out of view, Jae turns to you, “let’s go. I want to roll this and smoke it before we get to the restaurant.” You follow Jae out of the park the way you both came until you both stop at a corner of the street that is inconspicuous and hidden enough that Jae can roll and light up his joint.
“That was weird right?” You asked Jae suddenly when he finally lights the joint.
“I think he was flirting with you?” Jae said as more of a question than a definite statement. You couldn’t tell if he was asking you or himself. Your friend’s ponderance was enough to confirm your suspicions and cause your stomach to flip. A small smile spread across your face and you see Jae look at you with a frown on his face.
“Dude chill, he’s just my drug dealer.”
His dismissal at the small amount of joy you felt for being flirted with annoyed you that you felt yourself soon go silent besides the odd cough here and there caused by the smoke induced by the joint.
When he was finally done and you began to walk to the restaurant, you felt yourself picking up your pace, walking far in front of him. When it soon became difficult for even him to keep up with you, he came to the realization that you were upset with him, but nonetheless Jae continued to try to talk and reason with you as you approached the restaurant where you were meeting your friends.
You didn’t say single word to him until you were sat at the table with everyone and asked him if he wanted to split a mimosa pitcher with you. At your words he felt thankful to know you had let go of what he had said earlier and nodded in agreement.
“Ooh a mimosa pitcher for y/n? Pinch me because I must be dreaming,” Gretchen said overhearing your conversation with Jae.
Another one of your college friends Brian laughed, “Yeah but Jae will probably finish most of it. We know y/n can’t really hold her alcohol.”
Why did everyone suddenly choose today as the day that they would make fun of you? So what maybe you weren’t as crazy as them when it came to certain things, but you weren’t a fucking nun like they were making you out to be. So what you didn’t get blackout drunk at brunch? So what if you got excited about someone flirting with you? Even if he was a drug dealer.
“That’s not true,” Jae said coming to your defense, clearly trying to make up for how he had upset you earlier, “honestly y/n can drink me under the table.”
Gretchen waved her hand in dismissal, “come on Jae we all know that’s not true. But that’s what we love about her! She’s our sweet pure friend! Every group needs one of those.”
“If she was pure would she go with me to see my drug dealer?” Jae asked.
Gretchen smiled, “Jae are you high right now?”
“Yeah I need it so I can fucking deal with you,” he practically growled. She laughed in response as if he was joking, when he was in fact not. “That’s so funny. It’s not like she would ever buy or do any though.”
You felt helpless watching this argument – about you – unfold. Moments like this made you feel like maybe you were too nice. Why couldn’t you just say something and defend yourself? Jae shouldn’t be the one doing it. You should be the one arguing with Gretchen.
“Well who cares because my drug dealer thinks she’s hot!”
At Jae’s confession you feel everyone turn to look at you as if you can offer some kind of explanation, but you’re just as clueless as everyone else on the topic of “my best friend’s drug dealer thinking I’m hot.” Jae must really be trying to make up for earlier.
“It’s true, he just messaged me like 15 minutes confirming he would bang her.”
Your mouth drops open. Turning to look at Jae you can’t tell if he’s being honest or just making things up for the sake of arguing with Gretchen.
“Okay y/n having sex with a drug dealer is probably the last thing she would ever do.”
“Um is this a brunch topic?” One of your more silent friends at the table, Mina asked clearly wanting the discussion to be over.
Finally, you feel like it’s important that you’re the one to end this weird discussion about you having sex at 11am at brunch. You rolled your eyes, “I am not some untouched Mother Theresa, Gretch.” She flinched at the nick name; you knew how much she hated being called that.
“I mean you what? Have had sex with only two people? Both who you had long term relationships with? That sounds pretty untouched to me.”
The table shifts uncomfortably and no one says anything in response, it isn’t until the waiter approaches the table to ask everyone if they’re ready to order that you feel yourself snap back into reality.
“A mimosa pitcher please,” Jae ordered and soon all eyes are on you as the waiter waits for your response, “add one more pitcher to that.”
Jae leans over to you, “we don’t need two.”
You smiled at him, “no this one’s for me.”
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After the “discussion” at brunch, the atmosphere between you and everyone else clearly shifted. You predicted that they probably wouldn’t be calling you to get together for a while. For that you were thankful.
Both you and Jae headed to your apartment in silence and you tried not to be fixated on the topic of your sex life and how “pure” and “good” you were, but your mind kept lingering there. It infuriated you how much you cared, because you knew deep down it really didn’t matter. It caused you to feel off for the rest of the day. So much so that it felt as though you blinked and it was suddenly dark outside. Brunch had been hours ago, but you were still you were thinking about the words exchanged.
“Hey um… I was wondering… can I have his number?”
“Whose number?” Jae asked barely paying attention to you. He leans against your bed on the floor and had been engrossed in a game for the last 45 minutes.
“Bambam’s…” You said quietly, hoping that maybe just maybe your best friend was in a strong enough trance that he would just hand over the number without registering whose number it was exactly and not ask any questions. But of course, you weren’t so lucky.
“Really?” He asked placing his phone down in his lap to turn to you laying on the bed, “why?”
You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, not wanting Jae to see just how nervous you were, “I don’t know… Maybe I want to like pick up or something.”
He snorted, “Y/N… You don’t do drugs.”
“Okay but maybe I’ll start!”
He rolls his eyes and picks his phone back up, assumedly to return to his game, “We both know that’s a lie. You’re a goody two shoes and everyone knows it. The way you coughed this morning when I lit up is evidence enough.”
There it was again. Too nice. Goody two shoes. Pushover. You were so fucking tired of hearing it all today. In fact, you were tired of hearing it all the damn time.
Instead of arguing with Jae, like you knew you should have done, you found yourself rolling over to stare at the ceiling of your bedroom, “You’re right… I’m just a good little girl,” you mumbled. Silence soon filled the room and Jae felt himself tense up; he couldn’t deal with you being upset again. Rolling his eyes, he swiped up on his phone to exit his game and searched through his contacts.
You suddenly felt something being nudged against your body and looked to your side to see Jae’s phone open with the contact “BAMBAM (PLUG)” glowing up at you.
“I don’t know why you really need it, but there it is.” You smiled at your best friend and sat up quickly to copy the contact into your own phone, “thank you Jae.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
Later after Jae’s departure, you find your thumb hovering over Bambam’s number. Would it be too much to call? He probably wasn’t used to it in his line of business… Maybe it was just usually a texting thing?
To be completely honest you weren’t sure why you wanted his number… You weren’t sure if it was for drugs to prove everyone wrong, that you can in fact be bad or if it was for something… else. You thought about what Jae said at brunch… Did Bambam really text him that he would bang you? Did you want that?
The idea of having sex with Bambam certainly didn’t disgust or repulse you, instead you actually found yourself blushing at the thought and pressing your thighs together.
Holding your breath, you clicked his number and opened a new message.
y/n. hey… bambam. It’s y/n… Jae’s friend? We met in the park today…
bambam. Oh hey sup?
y/n. was just wondering… if maybe I could like idk pick up?
bambam. Ummm…. Hold on a sec.
You waited for what felt like eternity… He was putting you on hold? On hold through a text?
bambam. What do u need?
y/n. uh whatever you have on you I guess. Or like in stock ? is that how it works?
bambam. Haha something like that. I have mj, addy, coke, k, oxy lol pretty much anything u want. But like I said earlier today I’m out of acid and molly till next week.
y/n. yeah yeah yeah… okay. What’s k?
bambam. haha you’re so cute. It’s ket.
y/n. ??????
bambam. Ketamine. Horse tranquilizer.
y/n. okay… well I will not be doing that one. Can you just bring like a couple things and I’ll decide when we meet?
bambam. Um????? I guess so??
y/n. cool.
bambam. I’ll meet you at the park, I guess? In around an hour?
y/n. yeah that sounds good!
bambam. Bet.
You felt your heart beat out of your chest. Were you really just going to do this? What is it that you were going to do?
Looking at the time on your phone, you realized you needed to get ready and leave quickly if you wanted to meet Bambam on time. It was going to take you at least 40 minutes to walk to the park where you had met him earlier. Walking instead of calling an Uber would give you enough time to think, but also enough time to perhaps talk yourself out of it if you changed your mind mid-journey.
Although somehow, it hadn’t. Your mind on the walk over had been filled with Bambam, but not in a negative way that convinced you to turn around and head home… but in a way that had your core pulsing. You thought of what he had said to Jae earlier – true or not – and how he would take you if that’s what he wanted. It made your mind hazy and the lust that took over your thoughts caused you to barely notice that you had arrived at the park, Bambam already seated on the bench that you had been massaging your legs on earlier that morning.
He was sporting the same outfit he had been wearing earlier – a satin striped button up shirt tucked into tight black jeans and his clothing was enough to remind you of the reality of what you were doing here. To your dismay he was no longer wearing the glasses, in the fantasies that had fluttered into your mind on your walk, you had really grown in wanting to see Bambam’s glasses on as he fucked into you.
Approaching him, you shyly waved and he stood up to greet you, “hey…”
“Hi,” you replied feeling foolish at your choice of welcome. What were you supposed to say to seem more… cool?
“I don’t usually don’t take drop offs this late at night…”
You furrowed your eyebrows at him confused, “what? You’re a drug dealer… Isn’t night the best kind of time to do this stuff?”
“Nah night I work on my music. So, what’s up… You change your mind?” He tapped his foot impatiently and you can’t tell if he’s nervous about being in your presence or if he’s annoyed that you called him out here so late. But if he didn’t want to come… why would he? You took a deep breath in, hoping you were doing the right thing, “No… I-I lied I don’t want to pick up. I just- wanted to see you I guess?”
Even in the darkness of the park, you could see Bambam’s eyes widen in surprise, “see me? Why?”
You’re really not sure what’s supposed to happen next. You’ve never been in this situation before and although it seems like all of your friends' words drove you to text Bambam and come here, it was your own needs that were driving you to stay.
Deciding to take a risk with your questioning, you looked away from him, “Is what you sent to Jae true?” Bambam quickly blinked, unsure of how to respond to your question. He wasn’t sure if he needed to be honest or not. Were you mad at him for what he had said?
Instead, he clears his throat and decides it’s always best to tell the truth, “Um yeah what I said is true…”
You felt your stomach flip at the fact that the text Jae received was in fact true.
“Do you… still want to?” You asked shyly, still not daring to make eye contact with the beautiful man.
Bambam’s cock twitches at your question. Suddenly his jeans feel way too tight.
“Fuck yes,” Bambam replied, voice low and husky. It takes everything in him to not lunge forward and have his hands roam up and down your body, but he restrains himself, “where should we go? Mine? Yours?”
“Let’s do it here.”
Your words surprise both Bambam and you, but you ultimately decide to go with it.
“Here?” he asked, interrogating whether or not you were being serious. What if this was a joke? Before you can stop yourself, you nod, “yeah, here.”
He takes a step closer to you, until his hand moves forward to cup your face, “I knew you were bad girl when I met you.” His words go right to your core and you feel your panties grow damp. Typically, you would find that kind of talk cringe, but coming out of Bambam’s mouth all you wanted was to hear more of it.
Instinctively, Bambam groans at the thought of having his way with you, and he uses his free hand to grip your hip, hard enough to bruise and pulls you flush against his chest. He doesn’t hesitate as he leans in to press his lips to yours in a feverish kiss that leaves you breathless. His confidence surprises you, but also turns you on enough that you instantly moan against his lips.
You feel him smile and it feels as though you’re in an entirely different world than just a park square in the middle of the city. Bambam’s tongue brushes the seam of your lips before his tongue slips inside to explore your mouth. You feel him begin to pull you into the depths of the park, closer to the trees where it would be less visible if someone just so happened to decide to walk through.
The two of you stand there for what felt like forever and you feel surprised at Bambam’s clear want of wanting to take his time with you. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, his fingers kneading the flesh roughly as he makes himself familiar with your taste. He pulls himself away from the kiss, chest heaving and cheeks flushed. You whined at the loss of his lips on yours, but he simply stares at you, taking in your kiss swollen lips and the lust-filled look in your eyes. He had to admit that it was difficult to believe that the girl in front of him now was the same shy girl he had met earlier, but knowing you had this side to you made him want you even more. He drops his head to press his lips to your neck and you can feel his teeth scraping the sensitive skin on the column of your throat as his hands move to dip beneath the hem of your shirt.
After leaving a few marks, he pulls away just enough to tug the t-shirt up and over your head before his hands move to cup your bare breasts. Not wearing a bra was probably the best idea you had all week.
“Fuck… y/n your tits are so pretty,” he breathes against your skin as he returns his mouth to your neck, “I could just play with them all night.”
As he gently kneads your breasts, you feel yourself clench around nothing. You were overly sensitive from not being touched like this in so long, that you felt as though you could cum just from his hands on your breasts.
You attempt to focus on the kiss in an effort to control yourself from not letting go so easily, but soon Bambam’s hands release your breasts and seamlessly drag down your stomach to the button on your jeans. He snaps them open instantly and hooks his thumbs on either side, shoving them down, along with your panties, down your legs. Your sudden nakedness causes you to shiver as you feel the cool breeze of the summer night drift over you body. Bambam notices this and places his finger against your lips, “shh baby girl let me warm you up.”
Reattaching his lips to yours, Bambam gently pushes you against the tree behind you and you feel his fingers drift to your core and swirl around your entrance. The feeling of him where you need him the most is enough to cause you to moan and you can’t help but notice how he disconnects from your lips when he feels at how wet you are.
“Jesus y/n, you’re so wet. Are you sure you didn’t cum already?”
Wordlessly you shake your head almost violently to tell him you hadn’t.
“I don’t know if I believe you… a bad girl like you might lie,” you feel one of his digits slip into your slightly, only part of the way but not fully and you feel as though you’re about to scream at the teasing. You should have known that Bambam wouldn’t give you want you wanted that easily.
“I-I’m not lying,” you stuttered out between your attempts to hold your moans back.
He fully inserts the finger into you, curling it a bit and you can no longer stop the noises that want to leave your body, “If you’re not lying, I guess I just have to see what my baby girl looks like when she cums. How wet she gets, how tight around me, hmm?” You can’t find it in you to respond, you simply nod and he smirks at you, clearly proud at his efforts to make you so weak so quickly.
It isn’t long before, without warning, you feel him insert a second finger, pumping them inside you at a teasingly slow pace. You felt like you were going to break, because you just needed more.
“Bam p-please I-I need more.”
He played dumb, frowning at you, “need more what?”
“Faster, more,” you manage to breathe out and without a word he picks up the pace of his movement, a smirk on his face and lust in his gaze. It’s when he suddenly curls his digits, hitting just the right spot that you feel like all sanity and speech has left your body. How can something feel this good?
“Come on, cum on my fingers. I know that’s all you want. I’ll let my bad girl have what she wants, just this once.”
His words spur you on as you find your arms moving to the back of you to grip onto the tree for stability as you buck your hips further onto his fingers, wanting nothing more than in this moment to have a release. The combined effort of his finger curling and his thumb coming up to tap on your clit in an almost musical rhythm has you falling apart and releasing around his fingers. He can feel the shaking of your thighs and the tension of your body as his fingers work to let you ride the waves of your orgasm.
Bambam’s length which had been growing hard since the moment you asked if he wanted to fuck you, suddenly felt painful as he watched you fall apart from just the pure pleasure he had caused. He couldn’t wait any longer, he wanted and needed to be inside you.
“Ride me,” Bambam says without hesitation as soon as you’ve caught your breath from your orgasm. Despite your release which had only occurred moments ago, you felt yourself ready to go once again at Bambam’s words and at how quickly he worked to remove his clothes.
Instinctively, you licked your lips as you first laid eyes on his painfully hard and leaking red cock which had been desperately waiting for its turn. You wanted nothing more than to get your mouth or hands on it – preferably mouth – but as you reach forward, Bambam shook his head.
He sat himself against the tree, not caring about the fact that he was sitting on the actual ground in the middle of a public park. The only thought he had in his mind was getting inside of you and feeling how tight you would be when you sank down on him for the first time.
“Baby girl, let me feel you.”
That’s all it took for you to get into position and find yourself squatting down to sit in his lap, rubbing your slit against the head of his cock, ready to take in every single inch of him. At the feeling of you rubbing yourself against his sensitive cock, Bambam groans, “no teasing, I just need you. Please.”
His begging and more submissive request turns you on and it leads you to wonder if maybe that would be a side of yourself you would want to explore later. But for now, you just needed to feel him inside of you.
Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, moaning at how good it felt to finally have him around you, stretching you out completely. It had been awhile since your last sexual encounter and with the way Bambam was filling you, it almost felt like your first time again – this time there was no pain however, only pleasure. “Fuck… Bam.”
You just sat there for a moment, enjoying the feeling, until you felt him ever so slightly shift and then heard a groan. His hands instinctively landed on your hips as he attempted to get you to move, he almost couldn’t take how snug you felt around him, he wanted you bouncing up and down on him at a brutal pace. Understanding his want, you lifted your hips barely an inch before falling back down on him. Every time you did it you went a little bit higher.
“Come on I know you can do better than that,” Bambam egged you on despite his groans. At his words you leaned back, placing your hands on his thighs, giving him a much deeper angle into you. As you rode him like this, he began to thrust up meeting your hips and every time he did his cock hit a spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back into your head.
Your movement on him began to grow sloppier as a shot of pleasure made itself known throughout every part of your body. At your sudden change of pace, Bambam held your hips to continue moving you up and down on him, his own thrusting becoming faster. “You feel so fucking good. Damn maybe I should just stop working and fuck you all day,” you felt yourself clench at his words and he continued, “you’d like that huh? I can feel how tight you’re getting just at the thought of me using you and filling you with my cum every single day. Such a dirty girl.”
You could feel your walls clench, and Bambam let out a groan having to thrust harder just to keep going as deep, “I’m- gonna- fuck.”
Somehow, not out of breath, Bambam whispered into your ear, “You’re gonna what? Cum? Do it… Cum all over me in this fucking park where anyone can see. I know how much want it so just fucking do it.”
You were seeing stars and your thighs were shaking once again when Bambam reached in between your bodies, pinching your clit, finally making you fall apart. Although you had once been concerned about being loud because of the public aspect of your location, you found yourself unable to contain your screams when your orgasm hit you. You could feel your juices dripping down onto his thighs as he pulled out of you and pumped himself one final time, released his seed onto your stomach and chest. As he caught his breathe, you dipped your finger into his release which had begun to drip down to your thighs. Placing it into your mouth, you suck it gently. “Mmmm,” you moaned at the taste and Bambam stared at you wide eyed. “Um fuck… should we do a round two?”
You laugh at his response and the lustful gaze that still clouds his eyes, “maybe… not here?”
Bambam grasps his discarded shirt and begins to wipe up the mess he left on your body, as well as the mess you left on his thighs. The gesture warms your heart.
He hums in response, almost lost in a trance as he wipes you up. “I mean… I know I’m just a drug dealer,” he said laughing, “but how about I take you out for a late night dinner slash early breakfast and then we have a round two where I enter you from the oh so classy doggy style position?”
You laugh and grab his hands, stopping him from continuing to wipe you up, causing him to look into your eyes.
“Deal.”
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Flora of Horizon Zero Dawn - freeze rime root part 1: sketching the real and the unreal
Hello lovely people, we’re on to plant no. 2 in my Horizon Zero Dawn (HZD) video game botany collaboration with Dr Maria Christodoulou… Freeze rime root, which we’ll describe from the perspective of a Carja archivist.
For anyone who missed it, our first HZD plant was medicinal valley’s blush and you can see all the artwork and find links to our research on it here.
OK. Onwards to freeze-rime...
Freeze rime root & Colorado blue columbine
This plant is one of HZD’s most recognisable as closely resembling a present-day species. The game is set in Colorado, and freeze rime root is a dead ringer for Aquilegia caerulea, aka Colorado blue columbine or rocky mountain columbine.
Blue columbine by Rob Duval - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=29940845
Our fictional plant is common in all habitats and is used to craft freeze resist potions. Which means Maria and I can mess about making up fun/fiendish plant properties here - because it doesn’t need to be safe to eat! Potions could be used in multiple ways e.g. applied externally to skin or painted onto armor (not that Maria holds back on the edible plants… She did make medicinal valley’s blush laxative in high quantities after all.)
With my pharmacologist hat on, real columbines contain a variety of interesting compounds such as lactones, saponins, flavinoids, and various fatty acid-derivatives. Some of these have medicinal properties that could be relevant for our imaginary plant, e.g. effects on skin. Others have effects on insects that we could extrapolate to being useful for freeze rime root survival. So there’s some ready-made biochemistry we can play with.
With my artist hat on, these plants also have very distinctive flower and leaf shapes that I’m curious to try drawing in the style of a Carja archivist - especially given the stylised motifs we see in Carja architecture and fabrics in the city of Meridian. All of the win then? We shall see...
Aquilegia caerulea specimen from Colorado College Carter Herbarium (COCO), catalogue number COCO-V-0010526 via SEINet
Where do I start?
My first job art-wise is to work out how Aquilegia caerulea is built. I live in the UK so it’s no surprise that I haven’t seen A. caerulea in the wild. Thankfully the internet exists, and online herbarium resources from around the world are available. The specimen image above is one of many I can access.
We also have wild columbine species in the UK I can look at, and some grow among the many ‘weeds’ I cultivate in my back yard - common columbine or granny’s bonnet, A. vulgaris, and probably dark columbine, A. atrata, to be specific. I say ‘probably’ there because they’re not readily distinguishable from each other, but what matters is that they give me a better idea of leaf/flower/seed head structure for this genus of plants.
Leaves of a wild columbine growing in my back yard
WTF, buttercup??
That’s basically the first comment in my notes about this plant. When Maria told me columbines are in the buttercup family (Ranunculaceae), I said ‘what the fuck – it’s a BUTTERCUP?!??’ Maria had to botany-splain leaf patterns to convince me, but actually you can see the resemblance when you look at buttercup vs. columbine leaf structure. (I’m still renaming columbines to ‘what-the-fuck buttercup’ in my notes though, heh.) Columbine leaves are subdivided into lobed leaflets.
The flowers have lots of fluffy stamens, 5 tube-like petals with a long spur ending in a nectar reservoir (accessible only to pollinators with long tongues), and 5 petal-like sepals. The seed heads have several sections containing small black seeds.
One of my first sketchbook pages on freeze rime root - I can’t believe it’s a buttercup. (Aquilegia vulgare is a common misspelling, btw. I’m common, what can I tell you.)
Leaf details
The particular what-the-fuck buttercup species we’re looking at have biternate/2-ternate leaves. In ternate leaves, the leaf stem divides into 3 so that the leaf is made of 3 leaflets. In a biternate leaf, each of those leaflets is further divided into 3. Below are some illustrations of that, and there’s also a nice look at Aquilegia biternate and triternate leaf shapes here
One of my notes on ternate leaves. Try not to think about my spelling.
Ternate pressed meadow buttercup leaves –diagram of a biternate leaf – a single biternate Aquilegia vulgaris leaf in my back yard. (Biternate compound leaf diagram by Wasp32 - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=49634190)
There are differences between leaves on my local columbine A. vulgaris and Colorado’s A. caerulea, visible even to a non-botanist like me. The leaflets are more deeply grooved, and (at least in the herbarium specimen images I’ve looked at) seem narrower and less rounded. I’ll leave it to Maria to torment/inform me more on the proper technical description for that though.
Aquilegia caerulea specimen showing leaf structure with deeply grooved leaflets, from the Rocky Mountain Herbarium (RM), catalogue number 905181 via SEINet
Flower details
The flower petal spurs on A. caerulea are long and straight, unlike the curly spurs on A. vulgaris. This is apparently a product/driver of the plant’s relationship with pollinators. A. vulgaris is pollinated by long-tongued bees, and A. caerulea has a HAWKMOTH POLLINATOR aaaaay you knew I’d get moths in here somewhere, right? I doubt Maria will let me sneak in another imaginary moth just yet, but just so you know; A. caerulea loves moths.
Another sketchbook page on how Colorado blue columbine and Freeze rime root compare to each other
Enough of the real plant, what about Freeze rime root?
Aloy enjoying some quality botanising time
There are some noticeable differences between our fictional flowering plant and the present-day analogue, and you can see some below – the flowers are deeper purple, the petal spur tips are remarkably pointy, and the stamens look like cartoon hair that has just been electrocuted. The leaves are also quite rounded, more akin to my familiar local columbine.
How would we describe that and why might that be? Maria’s next post will fill you in on that, so stay tuned for a link which I’ll post here. She’ll be explaining how she looks at freeze rime root to write a formal scientific description, the next step before finding her inner Carja archivist voice.
Freeze rime root in the field
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Blood On His Hands
This is my first prompt for @starkerfestivals Among Us event! I hope everyone enjoys 💙 (actual prompt will be shown at the end)
Warnings: among us elements, murder, some slightly gorey details, nff, oral sex (those warnings really just took a jump wow), guilt
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The entire ship was bustling with activity as everyone worked to do their part. They were supposed to take off the next day, but first they needed to finish getting the ship itself ready.
And it seemed that everyone was doing their tasks. Things slowly but surely got completed and it seemed like they were on the path to heading out. The excitement electrified the air and everyone could feel it.
Then the first body was found.
Steve’s lifeless body was found in electrical, still warm in a pool of his own blood. The only clue to his death was the knife twisted in his back.
There was an imposter on the ship.
It was impossible to figure out who it was. No one had known each other before the mission, so it was impossible to know who actually belonged. So instead everyone was suspicious and defensive.
Except for Tony and Peter.
As soon as they’d met, they hit it off. A mission romance, as it was. They were instantly attached, trusting each other. There was no way that the other could be the imposter.
Peter was soft and sweet and too innocent for his own good. There was no possible way it was him. He cried when someone yelled near him, he couldn’t commit something so cruel.
Tony was trustworthy and did nothing but help his fellow crewmates. Everyone knew that he was open to helping everyone.
Except…he and Steve had issues as soon as they were on board. Arguing constantly, at each other’s throats. And Steve was the one killed.
No one wanted to suspect Tony. And none of them would admit to keeping a close eye on him. They just worried that sweet little Peter could be next.
But they were so affectionate with each other, it became apparent that it wasn’t possible that Tony would kill Peter.
It just wouldn’t happen.
There wasn’t another kill until almost a full day later. It ended up being Rogers’ fling, Bucky.
The rest of the crew still didn’t want to believe it was Tony. But numbers were dropping and he and Barnes had a strange interaction at the beginning of the mission and things hadn’t sat right since.
And the man was found dead, gruesomely disfigured and almost unrecognizable. No one could tell what kind of weapon was used, just that it was clearly deadly.
Everyone’s paranoia only grew. Small teams of two or three people were formed. They’d hoped to maybe weed out the imposter that way. But everyone had a partner. Peter instantly clinged to Tony, muttering something about the older man keeping him safe. And of course Tony agreed.
But the man had a strange feeling.
He wanted to trust Peter. He did badly. But even his sweet baby boy wasn’t exempt from suspicion and there were things that didn’t feel like they added up.
However he did his best to brush these feelings aside. He felt immensely guilty about the suspicion.
He looked at the man cuddled up against him, smiling a little.
Peter was pressed tightly against the other man’s chest, clearly relaxed in his sleep. His chest rose and fell slowly, his cheeks flushed a soft pink from either the chill of the room or whatever he was dreaming about.
There was no way this Peter could be killing anyone. It just wasn’t possible.
Tony drifted off to sleep, curled gently around the younger man. He promised that he would keep Peter safe. And he intended to keep that by any means necessary.
———
He woke up disoriented, feeling around the rest of the bed when he noticed the warmth of another body was no longer there.
Panic flashed through him as he bolted upright. Peter was gone.
A million horrible scenarios raced through his mind as he began to sit up. He was terrified that the next body was going to be found and it would be his lover. Peter wouldn’t have a chance.
The door to his small room creaked open and-
There was Peter. Perfectly safe and sound.
“Where were you?” Tony asked quickly, heart pounding. He held his arms out and Peter instantly obeyed, moving to the bed and into the other man’s arms.
“I-I thought I heard something,” Peter whispered. “I wanted to make sure nothing had happened. And if it had, maybe I could save….” He trailed off. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Tony. I’m so sorry.”
The older man gently stroked a hand through his curls, soothing himself with the action. Peter was safe. He was okay. Nothing to worry about. “It’s alright,” he said softly. “Just don’t leave again. Something could happen to you and I just wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. We’re a team now. We stick together.”
Peter nodded, sniffling a little as he buried his face against Tony’s neck. “I promise I won’t leave again. I’m so so so so sorry.”
Tony smiled a little. “It’s okay, honey. I forgive you. All I want is for you to be safe.”
If only he knew that Peter wasn’t the one to worry about.
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The next body was found when everyone woke up.
It was the ship’s prankster, Clint Barton.
No one could figure out if Tony would have a reason to target him. They hadn’t really interacted at all other than in mandatory meetings. Then they remembered that at dinner the night before Clint had tried to make a pass at Peter.
Of course.
Numbers were continuing to dwindle and everyone was antsy. They wanted to see if they could find a way to get Tony off of the ship so that the rest of them could complete the mission and go home.
So a meeting was called. Everyone was present, side eyeing the others at the table.
Natasha started, blunt as ever. “There’s someone among us that we can’t trust. They’re killing off our crew. And that can’t continue.”
“Of course,” everyone agreed, murmuring amongst themselves.
Tony noticed Peter get a little tense and he rubbed his arm gently. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “They’ll find whoever it is.”
“Tony.” Natasha looked at him. “You’re the only one that hasn’t given an alibi for this morning. Where were you?”
The only one. Suddenly he wondered where Peter had said he was. “I was in bed. Asleep.”
“And?”
“And? And I was with Peter. That’s it.” Something curled in his stomach as he mentioned the younger man. Where had he said he was? He’d mentioned hearing something.
Tony had to know where Clint’s body was found.
Natasha hummed softly. “You didn’t get up at all? No wandering?”
“What? No! Why am I the only one being grilled here?” He asked, annoyed.
The woman sighed heavily, but Wanda answered for her. “You’re the only one with motives for all of the deaths. We don’t want to be sharing a ship with a murderer.”
Peter finally seemed to snap to life, rage flitting across his face for a split second. “You don’t know that it’s Tony. You can’t just- just get rid of him! You heartless-“
“Peter,” Natasha said slowly. “I know you like him. But we’re all worried. Everyone but you has agreed that...it has to be Tony.”
The man in question made an offended noise. “First of all, I’m still right here. Second, I���m not a fucking murderer. Maybe you should look in your own cliquey groups!”
Peter cuddled up to Tony, holding onto him protectively. He glared at Wanda, staying silent.
Natasha sighed. “Okay. We’ll just...continue to wait and see, I suppose. But we’ll still be keeping an eye on you.”
“Wonderful. I haven’t done anything!”
No one but he and Peter believed that.
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Maybe it shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone when Natasha and Wanda were the next found.
They had been the ones to accuse Tony. They were the ones that felt like they had the most proof. They had to go.
There were only five people left. And they were all tense.
Tony was nervous as soon as Peter was out of his sight, terrified of something happening to his love. So he seeked him out when he wandered away.
And he found much more than he bargained for.
Peter was caught red handed, eyes wide as he pulled the knife from Bruce’s back. “Tony,” he whispered, tone filling with guilt and sadness. “Oh, you weren’t supposed to find out like this.”
Tony’s heart pounded and he had half a mind to run and hit the emergency button to call their tiny crew that remained.
But he didn’t. Only because it was Peter. His Peter. Even though the thought of the man being his made him feel like there was acid in his stomach.
But he did run. He ran, getting away from the body so that he couldn’t be blamed. He wasn’t going to get left.
Peter ran after him, frantic. He tossed his weapon down, leaving it by the body so it couldn’t be connected back to him.
They ran all the way to Peter’s room, where the younger man locked the door behind them.
Tony started coming to terms with his own death. He knew, so he had to be next. He wondered if that had happened with anyone else. Or if motivations were elsewhere and the targets were chosen before they were killed.
“Peter….” Tony sounded horrified, even just saying the man’s name. “Peter, how could you?”
The younger man watched him. “I just had to, Tones. I can’t talk about it.” He started stepping closer slowly, like one might approach a scared animal.
Tony stepped away. “I trusted you. Fuck, Peter, I loved you. But you’re the one doing all this.”
The past tense on love made Peter’s heart drop. No. No, he couldn’t lose Tony. Tony was supposed to keep loving him.
He got an idea. It probably wasn’t the best one.
Being with Tony gave him an alibi. But he needed a solution that would call Tony down and keep him loving Peter.
Peter recalled the nights they spent together. And he slowly stepped closer, biting his lip gently. “You know me, Tony. You know me….”
Small flecks of blood painted the younger man’s cheeks, but that only slightly took away from his soft expression and wide eyes.
He stepped closer and Tony moved to step away, but his back was against the wall. Nowhere else to go.
The younger man leaned in, quickly kissing his lover.
Peter had the distinct metallic tang of blood on his lips and Tony didn’t want to know how it got there.
He didn’t pull away, no matter how much he knew that he should have. He was kissing the enemy. Someone who had killed people they were supposed to help.
But he was still Peter.
So Tony kept kissing him, one hand gently cupping the younger man’s cheek.
He didn’t fight it when Peter started messing with the bottoms of his suit.
“Please, Tony,” he whispered. “I’m still your Peter...I love you.”
When the older man didn’t say it back, Peter pouted but kept working on partially undressing his lover. When he finally got Tony’s cock free, he sunk down to his knees.
“Peter, stop,” Tony said weakly. There was no real force in his voice. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t make Peter stop. He didn’t want him to.
The younger man blinked up at him, burying his nose in the coarse curls at the base of the man’s cock. He took a deep breath, smiling to himself. The smell was so distinctly Tony, musky but clean. It was perfect.
The other man watched him, gently lacing his fingers through his hair. “Gonna suck me, honey?”
Peter nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there. “I’ll make you feel good, okay?” He was determined to make Tony forget all about what he had found. He would have his love back. “I’ll make you feel so good.”
Gentle kisses were pressed up the length of the cock until he got to the tip. Then he slowly fit the head into his mouth, sucking gently while keeping his eyes on Tony.
The other man had his head thrown back in pleasure, lips parted around a silent moan.
Peter made sure that it didn’t stay silent for long.
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Tony kept holding Peter’s hair as he came down from his high, breathing shakily. He didn’t say anything, afraid of what would come out if he tried.
He couldn’t believe what he’d done.
Panting, Peter leaned his head against the older man’s thigh. “You’re so incredible….” He kissed at the skin there gently, lips curled into a smirk. He knew that he’d won. And so did the other man.
Tony’s stomach turned as he thought about what he had done. He had doomed the rest of the ship. Clearly Peter was good at what he did and wasn’t going to stop until everyone was dead but him.
Well...everyone but he and Tony.
Tony had secured his own spot to get back home. Even if he didn’t love how he had to do so. He hoped that the rest of the crew could forgive him in the afterlife.
For the rest of life, though, he had his boy. Even if he was an imposter.
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My prompt was “Tony is in love with Peter. That changes, however, when he finds out Peter is an imposter. Desperate to keep his lover, Peter decides to have sex with Tony.” I hope everyone enjoyed 💙
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