#i just want him to be sweaty and wet-eyed and confused <3

[starlit-mansion]

Okay when i say that the fnaf movie will probably be kind of bad... i'm not saying i'm not excited about it. But i do think that the effects are going to be extremely sparingly doled out and the movie is going to struggle to fill time and probably a handful of things from the trailer are not going to make it to the screen

Still excited tho. Still going to show up opening weekend, large popcorn, big sippy, wearing several pieces of merch. Thankfully i am blessed with high credulity for movies in theatres even if they turn out to suck ass. I even decently enjoyed the illumination addams family movie. And aquaman. And mario movie. I am not immune to beautiful face, huge.

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Sangyeon - Captive

cop! Sangyeon x crime boss! fem! reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), dubious consent, slight degradation, sub!Sangyeon

Submissive Sangyeon is a kink I never knew I had. JK I definitely have a thing for turning dominant-seeming men into little darling subbies. Welp, I hope you enjoy this filth I put together in 3 hours.

Sangyeon's an undercover cop trying to bust you and your crew. Things don't go entirely according to plan.

Sangyeon awoke with a start, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. His wrists are chained to the wall and he is completely naked except for his underwear. He starts to get angry, shaking his chains to try to loosen them.

"You'd best not do that, officer. One wrong move and it'll cut off your blood circulation." A sickeningly sweet voice cuts through the darkness and Sangyeon whips his head around, trying to find you. A light turns on, and dimly illuminates your figure. Sangyeon growls and tugs at his restraints again.

"Let me go," Sangyeon growled. "Or you're gonna regret it." You laugh airily. "Actually I think you're going to regret it if I let you go." His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Darling, if you leave, you're gonna miss out on a lot of fun," you bring a hand up to stroke his cheek. "Don't touch me," he spits. You shrug nonchalantly, walking back to the table.

"Fine. I won't touch you." You retrieve a vibrator and walk back towards him with a devilish grin. Sangyeon widens his eyes in horror at what you're wielding and begins to protest.

"No, no stop, what are you- ahh!" He yelps as you press the vibrator into his cockhead that's leaking through his tight, white briefs. The wet patch of fabric that has turned translucent grows as Sangyeon gushes more precum from the stimulation. He thrashes around, chains clanging as he begs for you to stop. You ignore his cries and continue to run the vibrator up and down his impressive length.

You pull away the vibrator for a moment and watch as he bucks his hips forward, chasing that delicious sensation. You laugh, slapping him on the thigh, which elicits a pained moan. "You keep telling me to stop, but it seems like you don't actually want me to. Make up your mind, silly officer."

You continue to mock him by pressing the vibrator against his cock for a second, then removing it, and repeating it over and over until he actually starts terafully whining in frustration. You laugh at his misery, sneering at him, "Big, scary officer turning into a whiny little bitch? Pathetic." You take away the vibrator and grab his balls harshly, making him howl in pain.

You grope him through his drenched briefs and he starts to welcome the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. He hates that he enjoys being tortured by you, a criminal he had sworn to take down, but he can't deny that you were hot, and that this situation was wonderfully wrong on so many levels. But since he was trapped here, might as well enjoy it right?

Sangyeon snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you switch the vibrator on with a click. He looks down at your devilish smirk and watches as you pull the waistband of his briefs open, only to shove the vibrator into his underwear, right between his balls and cock, before snapping the elastic back into place. His whole body jolts and he starts trembling from the intense stimulation in such a sensitive area.

The chains around his wrists clang as he thrashes around, hips canting up wildly, desperate for release. You stand back to admire your masterpiece. He's flushed red all over, teary eyes screwed shut, drool spilling from his lips as he shamelessly moaned, toes curling in pleasure. He's calling your name, begging you for something, anything. He doesn't even know what he's begging for, all he knows is that he wants is to cum.

And he does, spilling hot semen into his soaked briefs, some of it spurting through the fabric and landing on the floor with the force of his orgasm. He screams in pain and pleasure as the vibrations continue to overstimulate him and his blushing cock just keeps pulsing out more and more cum. He begs you to make it stop, knees nearly buckling from exhaustion.

You pretend to think for a moment, and you decide to give a him a little break. You walk over to him and wrench the vibrator from his ruined underwear and switch it off. He sobs in relief and his body goes slack, slinking against the wall, panting harshly. You look at the cum that's covering the head of the vibrator, and dip your tongue in it to taste. You hum at the bittersweet taste of your archenemy, the man who had made the past few months so difficult for you, ruining every operation you tried to initiate.

You continue to lick his cum off the vibrator as you bask in your victory. You finally broke him. You adored how small and pathetic he looked after just one round of torture playtime. He hung his head in shame, body still twitching occasionally with aftershocks from his orgasm. You take your panties off, which had been getting progressively wetter as you were extremely aroused by watching Sangyeon come undone.

You walk over to him and undo his chains, making him fall to the ground on his knees. He looks up at you in surprise, his dark brown orbs filled with confusion. You grip his hair harshly and he whines, as you slowly hitch up the bottom of your dress, exposing your slick folds. He licks his lips nervously, his confusion slowly turning into excitement. He eyes your pussy and glances back up to meet your intense gaze.

"You didn't think we're actually done, did you? Why do you get to cum and I don't?" You smile sinisterly down at him. He gulps, readying himself for what's to come. Somewhere along the way he lost his inhibitions and was overcome with the desire to please you. He calls your name in a whisper. Your smile widens, and his chest swells. He wants to see you smile more. He wants to impress you. He wants to pleasure you.

You move to stand over him, legs spread and your pussy dripping tantalizingly before his eyes. You nod at him, and he dives in to lick at your folds ravenously, as if the sweet taste of your juices would quench the burning thirst within him. You let out a moan, gripping his sweaty locks even tighter, pushing his face into your cunt. He sucks hard on your clit, he kisses your folds, he thrusts his tongue into your tight hole and makes a filthy mess, complete with wet, squelching sounds.

You grind onto his face as he continues to tongue-fuck you, breathy moans spilling from your own lips. His hands come up to grab your ass, pulling you impossibly closer so he can thrust his tongue deeper into you. You feel a familiar sensation building in your tummy and pull him away, a line of spit trailing from his lips to your clit.

He looks up at you, dazed. Was he not doing well enough? Before he could ask, you push him down to lay on his back and rip his briefs off and start pumping his half-hard cock. He was getting aroused again just by making out with your pussy and you smile at the thought. You rub your folds up and down his length, slicking him up with your juices. He watches you in excitement, hands coming up to rest on your waist. He guides you to seat yourself on his dick, both of you moaning at the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your tight, wet heat.

Once he bottomed out, you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips, which he accepts hungrily. "Make me cum," you commanded him simply. He begins to thrust up into you, and you bounce on his dick, meeting his thrusts halfway each time. The sounds of moans and wet skin slapping fill the cavernous room, echoing off the walls. He groans at the sight of your tits bouncing in his face and he pulls you down so he can suck on your nipples. He's got one hand on your ass and the other is groping your tits and pinching your nipples.

You moan loudly at the pinches, licks and twists he's giving to your hard nipples, loving the way your body makes him go cross-eyed in pleasure. He's moaning intermittently around your breasts too, his hips continuously pistoning into your pussy once he'd found that sweet spot. He mumbles that he's getting close again, and you wrap a hand around his throat.

"Make me cum first, then you can cum inside me." He nods furiously, giving his all into fucking you, chasing both your orgasms. You let him take control of the pace, burying your face in his neck as he pounds into you, breathlessly chanting your name in praises. Fuck you feel so good, so tight and wet, you're driving me crazy, my cock feels like it'll burst, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise and you scream in pleasure, choking Sangyeon unintentionally. His hips stutter and he cums for the second time that night, the pressure around his throat pushing him over the limit. He grinds up into you, filling you up with his seed. He moans lowly as he rides his orgasm out with you, holding you close.

The room is silent, save for the sounds of both of you panting, trying to catch your breaths. He kisses you on your shoulder with a dazed, fucked out look on his face, and you stifle a giggle. You stroke his hair as a means of assuring him that he did well, before getting up and off his dick. Your dress was soaked with sweat and his cum dribbled out of your abused cunt and down your thighs. Your knees were a little wobbly but you managed to stand in your high heels.

You start to walk away and he panickedly calls after you, legs too jelly to even attempt to stand. You shoot him a look over your shoulder, calling out "It was fun, you did so well. Unfortunately that's all for tonight." He scrambles to sit up, but you're already too far away for him to crawl after. He's protesting and spluttering in panic as you give him a little wave before slamming the door shut, leaving him alone in the darkness, covered in sweat and filth.

As you walk away, you hear him wail in despair, and you smirk triumphantly. Serves you right, officer.

[magniloquent-raven]

soulmate au part 3!!!!

(read part 1 and part 2 here)

it takes three weeks for anything to happen.

they see each other at school, exchange glances in class, brush past each other in the hallways, fingers grazing as their shoulders bump, incidental touches that wouldn’t draw attention but still leave billy tingling and giddy and embarrassed at himself but…

he’s still getting used to having a soulmate. a real, tangible person he can reach out and touch.

and maybe he’d get used to it faster if he could touch him more, but life keeps conspiring against them. they can’t seem to get a second alone. when it isn’t steve’s kids are crawling all over him 24/7 it’s neil breathing down billy’s neck because he ran out on one fucking class.

well, and then had to lie to neil about why, which was probably what put neil on high alert, but still.

three goddamn weeks.

and neither of them have been patient about it. steve keeps writing billy notes. in the middle of class scrawling things like you have nice eyes and i wanna spend time with you and billy can fucking feel how smug steve gets about making him blush. it’s all he can do not to make a scene in front of half their peers. sometimes he’s not sure if he’d punch steve for being an asshole or kiss him for being sweet.

or both. he can do both.

but mostly he wants time, and somewhere to just...be. with steve.

and he gets that, three weeks after their conversation in the parking lot. steve’s parents will be out of town, and his kids have some stupid game night planned. max keeps asking to go but pretending she isn’t, badly feigning disinterest, and best of all, neil and susan are planning a weekend trip to visit susan’s bedridden aunt a few hours away.

billy is determined to take full advantage of those thirty-six hours. neither of them will acknowledge it directly, but he knows max will tell neil he was home all weekend if she has to. he has no reason to be nervous about being caught, or anything else. it’ll be fine.

it’ll be fine.

he tells himself that over and over but it doesn’t stop him from checking every corner of the house in case neil’s hiding behind a door somewhere before he can even think about getting ready to leave.

he checks again after he’s showered and dressed.

thankfully max is already gone, so she’s not there to see him pacing around like a neurotic rat in a maze.

it almost worse that he isn’t just anxious, he’s excited. and it’s making him twitchy.

there’s no plan. they aren’t going on a date or anything. he’s just...going to steve’s house. steve’s empty house. he’s going to be alone with his soulmate. the list of reasons why that scares him is endless.

and he’s not sure if he’s more terrified of the possibility that steve won’t ask about the makeup thing or the possibility that he will.

knocking on the harringtons’ front door is. an experience. it shouldn’t be. it’s just a fucking door. but billy’s palms are sweating and suddenly he has no idea what he’s even going to say, and he keeps glancing over his shoulder even though he doesn’t really know what he’s looking for, and it feels like he’s been standing on the porch for a fucking eternity but—

his worries don’t exactly melt away when steve opens the door but there is a warm flutter in his chest that’s...new. and distracting.

and steve smiles at him all sunshine and chocolate, and the second the door closes behind them he grabs billy’s hand, wide-eyed, questioning, watching billy’s reaction.

his palm is just as sweaty as billy’s and it’s gross, but also kind of comforting.

“hello to you too,” billy snickers, and steve visibly relaxes, lacing their fingers together properly.

“hi,” he breathes quietly, his gaze soft, but intense, focused. “waiting sucked, okay. i’ve been wanting to do that forever.” he shakes their joined hands for emphasis.

“...that all you were waiting to do?”

steve’s grin turns sly, and his gaze drops a little. “no.”

billy wants to kiss him. he wants to be kissed. he wants steve’s mouth on him, somewhere, anywhere, right now. it’s a nice mouth. he’s spent a lot of time looking at it, and thinking about it, about the way the steam from the showers turned his lips so, so red, wet and slick and both too close and too far away, wondering what he’d taste like—

but steve turns away, taking all the air in billy’s lungs with him. it’s so jarring a shift that billy actually sways a little before he gets ahold of himself and lets steve tug him by hand and lead him upstairs.

the wallpaper in steve’s room has to be some kind of hate crime, but billy doesn’t have time to dwell on it, because there’s a beige bag sitting conspicuously on top of steve’s neatly made bed. the clear plastic top is zipped shut, dusty with age and spilled powders, but billy can still make out tubes of lipstick and eyeliner pencils through the haze.

he stops in the doorway and stares at it, thoughts at a stand-still.

steve’s still clutching his hand, tighter now, and no longer pulling him along. “i—uh. the bag was my mom’s, i think. found it crumpled up under the sink, so, like. she probably doesn’t even remember it exists. and the stuff in it is...new.”

“...new,” billy echoes faintly.

“yeah. yeah, i—i bought it. had no idea what i was looking for though, so i hope i did alright.”

billy blinks at him.

“was—was that okay? i know maybe isn’t exactly a yes, but i kinda hoped it could be, y’know? it’s—it’s totally cool if it isn’t. if you’re—if you’re not up for it. or…” he trails off awkwardly and grimaces.

billy takes a breath. “i’m up for it,” he assures steve with more confidence than he feels.

and steve absolutely beams at him. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

turns out steve not knowing what he was looking for meant he bought...everything.

as billy pokes through the mess he tries not to feel too apprehensive. or at least tries not to let it show. too much. he chews his thumbnail, picking up an eyeliner pencil with the other hand. it’s good shit, all the products are, with fancy names for colours and designer labels. it’s all leagues better than the drugstore clearance shelf crap he lifted as a kid. which doesn’t make this any less nerve-wracking.

“it’s been a while since i did this, so. don’t expect it to be, fucking, art or anything.”

steve shuffles closer from his spot at the foot of the bed and touches billy’s knee. “the eyeliner earlier this year…?” he gestures vaguely at his own face, eyebrows raised.

“friend of mine did that,” billy mutters.

and then his whole goddamn life came crashing down around him because of it.

his anxiety spikes, and he drops the pencil back into the pile, shoving the bag away. “i can’t fucking do this,” he snaps, and he’s halfway standing already when steve reaches for him, alarmed.

“billy, wait—” the hand on his elbow is soft, gentle, but he still flinches away. steve withdraws, fingers curled, lips parted, shock and hurt at war on his face. “i’m sorry. i—shit, i’m sorry—”

“don’t.” billy shakes his head, pulling away further. his lungs hurt. there isn’t enough air in this room. “just—forget it. this was a mistake.”

he’s through the door and heading down the stairs before he can think about it, before steve can respond. he wouldn’t have heard him anyways, not over the echoes of his father’s voice that follow him no matter how fast he flees.

but he stops just short of leaving. stands on the ugly little mat by the front door and stares down at it, his forehead inches away from resting against the wooden doorjamb.

he doesn’t want to leave.

he doesn’t want to go anywhere but back upstairs.

and...he kind of hates it. he has no reason to want that. he barely fucking knows steve, and he certainly doesn’t owe him anything. not a look at his authentic self or even a fucking apology. nothing.

so why does he want to give him all of that and more.

why.

it’s fucking terrifying and ridiculous and confusing and…

“billy?” steve calls out tentatively, far enough away that billy doesn’t startle. he’s making his way down the stairs.

if he’s gonna run, it’s now or never.

now…

or…

he turns around, and leans back, his shoulder thudding heavily as he hits the wall. his eyes itch, and rubbing them doesn’t help.

“billy…” steve’s right in front of him now, hovering just shy of being close, worry etched into every line of his face. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have pushed, i’m sorry—”

“not your fault,” billy mumbles, muffled against his palm. “stop apologizing, harrington.”

steve sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “i...uh.”

“you were gonna do it again weren’t you.”

“...no.”

billy snorts quietly, head falling against the cold wallpaper at his back. “fuck,” he exhales, hand dropping to his shoulder. “look, this is...threatening to be the best fucking thing that ever happened to me, and good things don’t just—it never lasts. it always blows up in my face, and you should know that before you get caught up in it too.”

there’s an awful, drawn-out pause while steve purses his lips and tilts his head and looks billy up and down, his gaze gentle despite the scrutiny.

“i want to touch you,” steve says quietly. he waits for billy’s hesitant nod before he wraps his arms around and tucks his face into the crook of billy’s neck. “i’ve been waiting for you my whole life, hargrove, you’re not scaring me off that easily.”

and...billy always wanted to believe in the romantic notions people wrote about in songs. soulmates being destined for each other. epic, unconditional love. he never had any reason to believe it was real, but he clung to it anyway. despite the part of him that was wary, afraid of putting too much stock in something that might break his heart later on.

so for steve to just outright say it like that…so matter of fact. the reality of the situation smacks him in the face a little.

he puts his hands on steve’s waist, slipping under his shirt to rest against soft bare skin. touching him feels...right. when he lets himself feel, lets himself be here, in the moment. the sweet scent of steve’s hair, the warmth of his breath, the soothing pressure of his fingertips smoothing the wrinkled fabric of billy’s shirt. it all adds up to a feelings that billy can only describe as home.

not home like the place, but home like the warmth of sunlight and sand between his toes, ocean spray on his lips. a feeling he’s always had to chase to capture, but somehow it’s...here. quiet and still, and nothing like he’s used to, but it’s here.

and his touch seems to put steve at ease as well, he practically melts into billy’s embrace, which does strange and addictive things to billy’s heart.

but he can’t just shut his fucking mouth and enjoy the moment.

“bet i could, though. scare you off. i might, some day.”

“billy,” steve sighs, and pulls back enough to look him in the eye. “trust me when i say, you’ll never even make the top ten scariest things i’ve seen.”

and he wants to scoff, or feel insulted, or push the issue, start a fight, but. there’s a hollow look in steve’s eye. it’s not the face of some sheltered rich boy who thinks he’s a big man, no, there’s truth there. billy believes him.

stopping the tide of questions is almost physically painful, but he knows there’s no going down that road today. he’s hiding enough of his own skeletons to be sure they aren’t ready for that yet.

he might just be ready for something else though.

“i wanna try again.”

steve blinks at him, confused for a beat, two, and. “oh!” his lips part around the exclamation, distracting billy for a moment. “the—the makeup? you don’t— you don’t have to.”

“i want to.” he hesitates, and then presses a brief kiss to the tip of steve’s nose, startling a smile out of him. billy grins back. “i want to.”

[gotnofucks]

Sell My Soul - 2

Pairing: dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy.

Words: 2k

Warning: non-con/dub-con (past, mentioned), smut, breeding kink, Stockholm syndrome (kinda), language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: The second part to Sell My Soul. Read the first part here .  

 Part 3

MASTERLIST

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You found him waiting for you in the bedroom, sitting on the bed with his legs apart and his handcuffs on the bedside cabinet. You walked in timidly and he gestured for you to shut the door. His face for once was emotionless and you felt your heart drop in your stomach. Your husband scared you most when he became this way, because you knew behind this façade was a fury that would burn you. You’d seen it only a couple times since you’d married him all those months ago and it still gave you nightmares.

“Come here, Mrs Bodecker. It’s time we have a little talk.” Lee said and you walked to sit beside him. Before you could, he held your waist and lowered you to your knees between his parted legs. He tapped your chin and you raised your head to gaze up at him. Though his posture was relaxed, his eyes were dark. These blue eyes had looked at you in all sorts of ways: lust, anger, jealousy and even kindness. You shivered slightly.

“Tell me Y/n, haven’t I been a kind husband to you?” He asked, and you nodded. In the traditional sense of the word, he had. He provided for you and kept you safe. There were days he’d chase you around the house and lavish you with kisses, or times when he’d be overcome with an urge to care for you and he’ll feed you himself.

“Unlike the other men you know, have I ever raised a hand or belt on you?” he continued, and you shook your head, confused. Though he could be rough, he’d never beaten you. The only marks you carried were made by his mouth or the occasional prints of his fingers in throes of passion.

“Didn’t I straighten out your brother and let him keep that store of yours?” You nodded again, not knowing where he was going with these questions. You’d gotten a little better at reading him over the months, but you didn’t know what had gotten into him today.

Lee sighed then, before take hold of your face and holding tight. The fire in his eyes seemed to flare.

“Didn’t I forgive you when you tried to run away from me, not just once but twice?” His voice was hard, and you swallowed. You’d made two unsuccessful escape attempted but hadn’t even made it to the town borders before he caught you. That was within the first few months of your marriage. You didn’t try it again because it was futile. He had been angry, so so angry. You hadn’t left the bed and the house for days and he stayed home with you, fucking the truth of his ownership into you for days.

“Lee, I won’t do it again. You know it.” You said and placed your hands on his thighs just the way you know he liked.

He tilted his head and licked his lips as he looked at you in contemplation. The glass around his emotions was cracking and his face contorted in anger as he leaned down to whisper directly in your face.

“Tell me Mrs Bodecker, how long have you been taking these?” He asked and your heart almost stopped beating as he pulled out the bottle of contraceptive pills from his pocket. Your eyes widened in terror and you looked from the bottle in his hand to his eyes with increasing panic. His hand around your jaw became painful and you pushed against his wrist.

“Please”, you croaked and Lee suddenly pushed you away before standing up. You stumbled backwards and crawled away from him but didn’t run away. That would be a fatal mistake right now.

“I cared for you, provided for you, I was kind to you and your family and all I asked in return was for you to be a good wife and give me children, a family. This is how you repay me?” He practically spat the words and started unbuttoning his shirt. He threw it away and he took long strides towards you before hauling you up by your arm. “Strip”

“Lee, please, lets talk about this”, you pleaded.

“There is nothing left to talk about. Strip right now before I rip off your dress and parade you through the neighborhood to let you and everyone else know your fucking place.”

You trembled as you started striping and watched him do the same. This was probably the angriest you had ever seen him, and you had no thoughts of disobeying at this point. The moment your undergarment was off, and you were bare, he picked you up and tossed you on the bed but didn’t climb up himself. Instead, he took his handcuffs from the bedside cabinet and started fiddling with them.

“How long have you been taking these for?” He asked and you eyed the handcuffs with rising trepidation before answering.

“From the very day we got married.”

He stalked towards you and took your hands before cuffing them to the headboard, leaving you prone and helpless.

“Is that the truth? Because if I find out that you were ever pregnant and terminated my child –”

“No!” You cut him off suddenly. “I wouldn’t do that, you have to believe me. I – I was never pregnant.” You closed your eyes and tried not to cry. The bed dipped under his weight and he hovered over you, the spicy scent of his cologne and sweat smothering you.

“Why did you do it?” He asked and something in his voice made you open your eyes and peer deeply into his. For the first time you saw a crack in his veneer and saw hidden within the layers of anger the betrayal than sat within. Your heart thudded for an entirely different reason because you never expected the strong man who you called husband to ever look as vulnerable as he did at that point.

“I am sorry Lee” you sobbed. “I was so scared”

His lips trailed over your tear stained cheeks before following a well-known path down your body and stopped between your thighs. Familiar hands parted them, and you felt his kisses on your nub that made you clench around nothing.

“What were you scared of, Y/n?” He was looking at you with his chin covered in your essence and truth spilled out of your lips.

“I don’t want children growing up in a house where their parents’ marriage was made by force and not love.”

Lee’s face twisted and he crawled up until his face was right above yours.

“You don’t think there is love in our marriage?”

Your mouth parted but no words came out. Was there love in your marriage? You never wanted to marry him; he had blackmailed you into it. You’d tried everything for the first few months to leave him and start a new life somewhere else. But when it became apparent that you were stuck with him, you’d ceased your efforts. You’d become resigned to the fact that you were his wife and had tried your best to adapt to that role so your life could go as smoothly as was possible. For months now you’d been a dutiful wife to him, and you were surprised when he was what others would say a good husband to you. Was there love in your relationship? Was there more than duty and resignation in your heart for him?

“I don’t know Lee, I don’t know!”

You expected him to shout at you, but your husband was full of surprises tonight. He kissed you, and he kissed you in a way he had never before. It was gentle yet passionate and he took his time tracing every part of your mouth. You were breathless by the time he pulled away and struggling against the handcuffs.

“How can you not see our love? How can you not see my love?” He didn’t let you answer and let his mouth press wet kisses everywhere on your body. He bathed your breasts and sucked, your moans urging him on. “How can you deprive me of the chance to see our children nurse from these breasts?”

“Lee, please uncuff me.” You pleaded but he paid you no mind. Your emotions were everywhere, and you wanted nothing more than to touch him right now.

“How can you deprive me of seeing you get beautiful and round with our child” He said nuzzling your stomach and you struggled harder against the cuffs. They cut into your soft skin, but you didn’t care.

“Please honey, release me. I need to touch you.” You begged. He had again nestled his head between your thighs, and you needed him to lick off every drop of moisture that leaked out of you.

“How can you take those disgusting pills that prevent my seed from growing inside this cunt? This pretty cunt that would taste ten times sweeter with our baby inside you.” He licked a straight strip and you arched your back. He thrust inside you with his tongue and played with your bud until you came with his name on your lips.

“Lee!”

His hands were beside your head now and his cock at your entrance.

“Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t see love there.” He whispered and your heart clenched painfully in your chest. Your eyes watered and he entered you slowly, groaning with every inch. His thrusts were unhurried, and you burned everywhere he touched you.

“My hands” You whispered and this time he listened. Still inside you he reached for the key and uncuffed you, taking your raw hands in his and kissing them. You put them around him and kissed him deep, trying to convey through him what you were feeling.

“If I were to give you divorce papers right now, would you sign?” He asked and stopped moving inside you. Your hips buckled and tried to get him to move but he pinned you down with his weight. “Tell me, my sweet little wife. Would you sign them?”

You could see nothing more than his sweaty face above yours and feel nothing more than his body against yours. His heart was beating against you and gently combed your finger through his damn hair before touching his face.

“No, Mr Bodecker, I don’t want to leave you.” A truth that you hadn’t acknowledged to yourself. A scary truth that you never let your heart accept, but how could you not when he gazed at you with blue eyes that held the force of ocean behind them. You kissed him again and he moved, more frantic now.

“Promise me you’ll never take those pills again!”

“I won’t! I promise!”

“Promise me you won’t leave me.”

“I won’t leave you Lee!”

“You’re mine! My wife, my love. Tell me you’ll be the mother of my children”

“I’m yours, Lee! I will bear your kids! I’ll be their mother!” You shouted.

He hit that spot inside you that made your dig your heels in his back until he hit it again. Your voice rose up in a frenzy and you clamped hard on him, breathless with your release. Lee pumped into you until all you could see and feel and smell and taste was him. He went at you and when he came inside, his hands entwined with yours. You lay sweaty in his arms, neither of you letting the other go.

“You never answered me.” He whispered in your ear, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. “Do you really think there is no love in this marriage?”

You looked at your husband and for the first time let the wall around your heart crumble. It mattered little in this moment how he took you. The truth was that you were his and you knew in your heart that he was yours too.

“I may have made a slight misjudgment” You admitted, and you saw him smirk. That smirk more than anything else assured you that things will be okay again.

[xans-ex]

Otherside (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Different Dimension/Alternate Universe. Heavy angst, smut, and fluff throughout multiple parts.

Word Count: 4254 words

Chapters-

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

*WARNING- Strong Language, Explicit Sex(Not in this chapter), Explicit Sex Talk/References(Not in this chapter), Violence, Talks of Violence*

This is the second part to the story :) I will include a little of the first chapter in the beginning just with how the second chapter starts, so bare with me ya'll. Also fun fact, when I write I usually find a song that overall gives me the vibes for the story, and the song that helped me write these two chapters is Sextape by Deftones :) Give it a listen-

Jungkook watched as the figure turned back around and ran across the other room and into the room on top that he knew gave stairs to the building. He was stuck. Now here bleeding out only to be given to police. This is it.

You stared at the screen in disbelief. There was no way this was how your brother was going to end this chapter. No fuckin way. You looked around in confusion before your eyes fell on the pencil in its holder. You wondered if you should erase it. Then when your brother hopefully comes back, you can tell him that the police accidentally wiped it and then later on convince him to have a different ending. Yeah...That would work. You grabbed the pencil, the thick handle sitting comfortably between your fingers. You hit the eraser icon and as soon as the pencil tip hit the screen, you felt warmth.

Almost like you were sucked into a hot room. A sauna, but without the humidity. It was bright for only a second, and then it was dark. You blinked slowly, your head pulsing. "Ow..what the fuck..." You groaned as you rubbed your temples. Your hands started to lift you from the ground, and you paused as you felt the feeling of concrete and small pieces of rocks. You looked up, the wind blowing your hair as you looked around. You slowly stood up, your eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinting from the lingering headache. You froze.

The city. How? You...You were just in your brother's room. At your parent's house. In the countryside. Did you never leave your studio apartment? But why were you on the roof? Was this whole time of visiting family only a dream? You looked around in disbelief before hearing a faint moan. You whipped your head around and saw someone laying on the ground, a pool of red under them.

"Are-Are you okay?" You asked, quickly running to them. You knelt down next to them, looking at their wounds. I-It's okay! I'm a nurse. I can help you..." You trailed off as soon as you saw his face. Jungkook. "Jungkook-" You slapped your hand over your mouth as soon as you said his name. He looked up at you, his face a twisted mix of pain and confusion. "Do I know you?" He choked out. "N-No. Um...what happened?" You asked. He scoffed. "You're a nurse. You should know..." He trailed off. He was going in and out of consciousness.

"Fuck, um...I'mma call 911." You said, reaching into your pocket and grabbing your phone. You paused when you saw you had no connection. "D-Don't call the police." Jungkook came back from consciousness, his eyes wide. "I need to get an ambulance for you, you're bleeding out." You looked at him up and down, his blood slowly pooling out as he lost more and more blood. "Please...no." He whispered. You looked around, hoping to see someone but there was none. "So do you just want to die out here?" You asked.

You didn't mean to sound mean, but he was being ridiculous at this point. "No...just...you're a nurse, can you take me to your place? I'll like...pay you or whatever to help me just please don't." He was pleaded but it all sounded like a stupid idea to you. Plus, did you even live here?

"You're fucking stupid, no! You've been shot, I have no idea what arteries might've been hit in that leg-" You panicked and Jungkook closed his eyes. He was really about to die out here. With a stupid, useless nurse. Which made it even worse.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll just die." Jungkook said. You gaped at him. "No fuckin way, come on, I'll take you to the hospital myself. Is there an urgent care near?" You asked. "You don't know? You found me." He winced as you grabbed his arm, putting it around your shoulders and slowly helped him up. "I'm um...not from around here." You murmured. Jungkook looked at you, his eyes scanning your face as you chewed at your bottom lip. "How annoying..." He grumbled. You contemplated dropping him back down and letting him bleed out, but then you realized that you'd have this man's life on your mind forever, and you don't want to deal with that trauma.

You two slowly but surely went to the open stairs of the building, making your way down. "Can we use an elevator? You're heavy..." You complained. He was practically dead weight against you, and as strong as you might think you are, a dead weight body is incredible heavy. "No fuckin way. The cops will find me that way." Jungkook was very stubborn, and he was starting to piss you off. "Fine. Then put more work in. You're fat and I can't carry you down all these stairs."

Jungkook rolled his eyes but started to carefully take some of his weight off of you, not wanting to do too much because he was still weak from losing so much blood. Eventually you two make it out the building from the side door, and stumble a couple blocks to a nearby urgent care. You sighed in relief when they took Jungkook into a stretcher and started taking care of his actively bleeding wounds as he was wheeled off. You sat in one of the chairs in the waiting room, your right side stained with his blood.

"Are you his family?" A nurse asked as she stood in front of you. You looked up at her wide eyed "Uh, oh, no. No, I'm just a nurse. I happened to find him and took him here." You combed your hair back, your bangs sticking to your forehead with sweat. "Oh? Where do you work?" Your mouth opened and closed before opening once more, thinking of how to even respond. "Um...is there a bathroom I can wash up in?" You stood, the nurse stepping back with a confused expression before nodding and pointing you in the direction of the bathroom.

You hurried into the large bathroom, locking the door behind you. You sighed, looking yourself in the mirror and gripping the sink hard, your knuckles almost turning white. "What in the ever loving fuck is going on?" You hoped your reflection would reply. Tell you this is all a dream. This is a dream. Yeah, it's a dream.

You washed your face, hands, and legs, already giving up trying to clean the blood from your pajamas when it seemed to just spread and make your skin wet and sticky. "Fuckin hell..." You sighed before leaving the bathroom and sitting back at the waiting area, away from any nurses who may walk past to avoid any further questions.

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You felt like you were there for hours. You were there for hours. The sound of people crying and alerts over the intercom helped drown out the sound of your own thoughts. Your mind could beat Usain Bolt right now with how hard it was racing. You just sat quietly, cross legged at the ankles. You should leave. You kept telling yourself that, but at the same time you wanted to stay. See if he was okay. Maybe it's because you kinda pretended as if you were waiting for your brother. Hopefully not in these circumstances but to hope he was okay, might bring you some clarity. "Excuse me..." A doctor said as she walked over to you.

You silently hoped there would be no more questions. "Are you with Jeon Jungkook?" She asked. You slowly nodded. "He's fine, in stable condition. Luckily the bullets missed all the important organs and arteries. The bullet in his leg shattered and we had to take those out so please come back if there's any complications after discharge. But luckily the bullet in his abdomen went straight through with no massive damage so that was an easy fix."

She explained everything to you and you sighed in relief. This means you can leave. Finally. "He is ready to see you now." The doctor interrupted your thoughts. "Ex-Excuse me?" You couldn't stop your constant stuttering. "He has requested to see you." You opened your mouth but no words left you, so you simply nodded and followed the doctor through a set or doors towards the patient rooms.

"He's in here. Our visiting hours are over in an hour." She said, nodding to you before walking off. You looked back at her as she left, then turned towards the sliding door of the patient room. Your hand reached out to grab the handle, your fingers wiggling slightly with nervousness. "Annoying Nurse? I know you're there." You could hear Jungkook's deep voice from the other side of the door and you huffed, sliding the door open and going inside quickly. "Annoying nurse? I have a name you know."

"Never told me it, so that's your fault." Jungkook looked at you from his bed, his hospital gown slightly open showing a wrap around his abdomen. You then glanced at the cast on his leg, and the stack of pillows keeping it elevated. "My name is (Y/N), so you can stop calling me annoying. Please." You sighed, taking a seat next to his bed. "Fine. But only because you said please." He smirked. You rolled your eyes. "I just wanted to say thank you. For saving my life." You looked Jungkook in the eye, his eyes on his hands which were picking at his individual fingers.

"No need to thank me. It's my job." You gave him a soft smile. He looked over at you, and matched his smile with yours. "You work here?" You bit your bottom lip. "No...I uh...I work somewhere else. Out of town." You said it so quietly Jungkook almost couldn't hear you. "Oh...okay."

The silence was so uncomfortable you debated just getting up and leaving now, which you thought would be perfect. "Well, visiting hours are probably already over, so I will get going now." You laughed awkwardly, standing up slowly and wiping your sweaty palms agains your pajama shorts. You turned to walk out the door but then a hand reached out and grabbed yours.

You turned back around and saw Jungkook's bandaged hand engulfing your smaller palm. "Can you come back tomorrow?" He almost had puppy dog eyes with the way he looked up at you. "I...I don't know..." You started. "I'll pay for lunch...or dinner. Or whatever you want. Please?" You thought to yourself. "Hmm...fine, but only because you said please." You teased, and Jungkook snorted. He gave you a toothy grin and you felt your cheeks heat up slightly with his hand still wrapped around yours.

"Goodnight Jungkook." You pulled your hand from his grasp and slide open the door to his room. "Goodnight...Y/N" He said as you closed his door. He looked around the hospital room and sighed. "Such an annoying nurse." He chuckled.

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Now that you were finally out of there, you could properly freak the fuck out. First off, where the fuck are you? Second, why in the fuck is Framed character, Jeon Jungkook, in the same world as you right now? Third, what in the fucking fuck? Fuck? You raked your hands through your messy hair, the reality of everything setting in. What if you're stuck here? What about your family? Your friends? Your job???

You rubbed at your temples. Okay (Y/N), don't stress yourself out too much now. Maybe if you just...go to sleep...you'll wake up back at home. It's a dream remember? You looked around. Where the fuck will you go? You contemplated everything and just realized you should probably just stay at the hospital. You had nowhere to go.

As you made your way back to the entrance doors, three cop cars pulled up and cops started to jump out their cars. You jumped back in surprise. "Are you alright?" One of the officers said, looking at your blood stained clothes. "Y-Yeah I'm fine, I was dropping off a friend." You stammered. The officer looked you up and down curiously. "Well anyways, have you seen this man? He is currently wanted by police." The officer scrolled on his phone before showing you a photo and you almost choked on your spit. A picture of Jungkook was staring right back at you, his purple dyed hair a mess. It's a mugshot.

"Uh...no. Why? What did he do?" You looked at the officer, trying to hold your composure. Why in the hell was there a mugshot of Jungkook? Is that why he wouldn't let you call the police? "We can't say that. Just wondering if you'd seen him." The officer asked once again, as if telling you to just own up to it.

Like hell you were going to do that. You got questions and this little criminal needed to give you answers. "Nope. Never seen him. If you'll please excuse me, my boyfriend was shot and I'm here to make sure he's okay." Your mouth was moving faster than your brain. Boyfriend? Why in the fuck did you say that? The officer's right eyebrow raised curiously. "Did you shoot him?" You cocked your head in confusion before remembering your current attire.

"N-No! I saved his life. Now...please excuse me." You pushed past the officer as you made your way back into the hospital and into the elevators to go to the patient rooms. Once you arrived on the correct floor you snuck past the nurses station, knowing if they saw you they'd tell you to go home since visiting hours were over. Once you got to Jungkook's room, you quietly slide open the door and closed it once you were inside.

"You're back?" Jungkook's voice could've startled you if you weren't already freaking the fuck out. "Jungkook...I just got stopped by the cops." You looked over at him and you visibly saw his adam's apple bob from the gulp he swallowed. "Yeah? And?" This fucker is playing dumb. "And? Jungkook you're wanted by the police! What did you do?" You exclaimed. "Okay, say it louder for the security down the hall." He rolled his eyes, his arms folded across his chest as he huffed, annoyed.

"I didn't do anything." Your eyes could've popped out your head with how hard your eyes were bulging at him. "The police seem to think differently. They showed me your fuckin mugshot, dude." You sat next to his bed, your hands raking your hair with frustration. "That was from something unrelated. This time...it wasn't me." He looked like he really wanted you to believe him. "What happened?" You just wanted to know. You weren't sure if you were sitting with an innocent man or some kind of killer but it would help to make sure?

Jungkook paused, his eyes dashing around as if he was thinking if he should even tell me or not. "Fine...don't tell me." You were starting to get annoyed. You were hoping he would trust you, with you saving his life and all, but that didn't seem to be the case. "(Y/N)..." He started but you were quick to shut him down. "Forget it. Good luck with your case." You slide open the door, your face turned pale when you saw a nurse walking with a police officer.

You slide the door shut once more, and Jungkook looked at you curiously. "Jungkook...the police are here." You whispered. You felt the room go cold and Jungkook looked around nervously. "We gotta go." He started moving, ripping his IV out his arm swinging his leg over the bed with a groan. "Wait what? What the fuck? N-No!" You walked over to him, trying to push him back by his chest. He pushed your hands away.

"I'm not about to be taken for something I did not do." He was angry. Frustrated. You hesistated, watching as he stood and grabbed his bag of clothes. "I'll...I'll help you." Jungkook turned towards you. "You will? Even though you don't know if I'm some crazed killer or not?" You pursed your lips. "Is that what they're trying to arrest you for?" Jungkook took a deep breath in, not saying anything else as he limped towards his things that were put into a hospital bag and then slipped on his hospital slippers.

He turned towards you again, looking you over once more as you stood there. "Are you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna come with me?" You nodded, going over to him and letting him wrap his arm around your shoulder once more. You slid open the door, looking in the direction of where the nurse and officer were and not seeing them. "They might be talking about you, we gotta go." You whispered and Jungkook nodded, following you towards the nearby stairs.

"Wait, can we use the elevator?" Jungkook looked at you as if you were the dumbest on earth. "You truly are the most annoying person I've ever met." He let go of your shoulder. "You go on the elevator, distract the nurse and cop, and meet me on the side of the building. I'll call someone to pick us up since you apparently don't live around here." He rolled his eyes and opened up the door to the stairs, wincing slightly in pain.

You nodded, ignoring his earlier remark and started for the elevator. Right as you were close, the nurse and cop you saw earlier spotted you. "Excuse me? Visiting hours ended a while ago." She said. You looked at her apologetically. "Sorry...my boyfriend was shot and I just needed to see him one more time. Bring him some snacks and stuff." You continued heading for the elevator, ignoring the calls from the nurse and officer as you pressed the first floor button and mashed the 'closed elevator' button repetitively.

Once you got to the first floor, you walked calmly out the door, ignoring the looks from the earlier officer that questioned you earlier. As soon as you touched the outside, a large exhale escaped your lungs. How long were you holding your breath? As you walked, you heard a low voice call out to you. "(Y/N)." Jungkook called for you in a silent yell. You hurried over to him, grabbing his arm once again to help him balance himself.

"Where is your friend?" You looked up at him. "Behind here." He started walking and you tried your best to help him along the way, the weight of his body was a little easier to handle now. He wasn't extremely heavy, but the amount of muscle on him did add to his weight and made it a little hard to keep hold of him.

As you kept walking you noticed a car parked with its lights off. You opened the door and Jungkook slowly sat into the back seat, wincing and groaned the whole time. You tried to look at the driver but couldn't. What if this is just his plan to kidnap you? You know what he's on the run for, getting rid of you will just make things easier.

"Come on." Jungkook grabbed your arm, pulling you into the car with him. You sat, a little reluctant but deciding it's for the best. You could have somewhere to sleep, if Jungkook doesn't kill you first. Once you were inside, you could now see who was driving. Kim Seokjin. Jungkook's other best friend in this story.

"Jesus Christ dude, who did that to you?" He looked back at Jungkook, his eyes then shifting to you. "Is this a new one?" That question almost seemed like an insult. New one? You don't remember Jungkook being a player in the story? How many relationships has he been in?

"Shut up and drive, dude. I'm sure the cops just realized I'm gone." Jungkook looked around, almost paranoid. "Okay fine." Seokjin started driving, waiting till he was on the road before turning his headlights on. He then turned on the radio, pop punk softly playing. Jungkook was exhausted. Terribly exhausted, and he couldn't help but rest his head on your shoulder. You stiffened at first, but then understood immediately and relaxed.

You smell good. He thought to himself as he took a slow deep breath, taking in your scent. Even though you smelled slightly of his blood, there was this other natural scent from you. Your hair smelled clean. Like you just washed it before finding him bleeding out on the roof. He appreciated this. It helps him relax.

The drive was long, but it helped ease the worry between Jungkook's brow, and he was relieved when you all arrived at Seokjin's brother's house. "My brother is away on a business trip for a month, so this place is yours until you figure things out." Seokjin explained everything to you two as he helped Jungkook get out the car. Jungkook gritted his teeth in pain. He looked over to you, seeing your tired expression. "Is it okay if we use his clothes?"

"Yeah dude, no problem. Just make sure you wash everything before you leave." Seokjin opened the door for you, letting you in first before helping Jungkook. "There's two bedrooms, so there's another place to sleep." You glanced around the place. This was a very nice house. One you didn't mind staying in for as long as Jungkook wanted.

What was that? You were thinking as if you were gonna be here another night. This is just a very long, draining dream. After tonight, you will wake up in your bed or on the floor of your brother's room and wonder what happened. "Thank you, Hyung." Jungkook watched you as you walked around. "Oh, so now we're using formalities?" Seokjin joked, walking Jungkook into one of the rooms and setting him on the bed.

"Alright, I'll leave you two be. Reminder, this is only for a month, so don't get too comfortable. And also, please clean up after yourself. Also please throw all your condoms away in the outside trash or flush them, if ya'll use those. I don't want my brother asking too many questions." Seokjin looked at the both of you and you looked back at him wide eyed, your face as hot as an oven.

"Hyung. Stop. We're just friends." Jungkook looked almost as flustered as you, his eyes quickly averting yours. "Really? Just friends with someone this hot? Then you don't mind if I flirt with them right?" Seokjin flashed you a wide grin and you bit your lip nervously. Seokjin is a very...very handsome man yet you couldn't imagine doing anything with him. Jungkook glanced between the two of you and something rose within him. Jealousy? No fuckin way. Either way it pissed him off seeing his friend look at you like that.

"Jin..." Seokjin chuckled, shaking his head. "And the formalities are gone again." He headed out the room and down the hall. "Alright kids, I'll leave you two alone." You both waited in silence, waiting for the sound of the front door to close and lock before both exhaling.

"Holy shit...um...well. This is nice I guess." You were trying to find anything to get your mind off whatever just happened and you could see Jungkook either was trying to do the same or honestly didn't care because he just slowly laid down onto the bed. "I'm going to sleep. It's been a long night." He grumbled and you nodded, the awkward silence engulfing the room once again. "Gotcha...I'll just...go into the other room." You headed towards the door before hearing the bed creak slightly.

"Goodnight." Jungkook stared at you as you walked out the door and slowly closed it behind you. "Night, Jungkook." You said before shutting it. Once you were out the room, you felt all the stiffness and uneasiness leave you. Holy fuck, you need a shower. You smelled of blood and sweat and it was utterly disgusting. You went straight into the bathroom and started the shower, shedding your clothes off and hopping in as soon as the water was scolding hot. You let the water drop onto your naked body, the water slowly washing the dried blood off of you and trailing into the drain. You grabbed the soap on the side and started scrubbing, almost as if you were trying to scrub five layers of skin off.

After your shower and you felt like you were fresh and raw from the hot water and hard scrubbing, you wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel and made your way into the other bedroom. Once you were inside you opened a dresser and saw a couple large shirts. You were thankful they were huge cause you didn't have any spare underwear to wear.

You pulled it over your head, the soft material falling over your body and resting at your mid thigh. You put the towel to your hair and dried your hair as much as possible, your arms felt so tired that just lifting them to dry your hair was a lot of work. You put the towel on the ground and made your way over to the bed and went under the sheets. This was what you finally needed. A comfortable bed. And now, as you fall asleep, you can look forward to waking up back home.

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I'm glad you guys are liking the first chapter so far! Wanted to go ahead and post the second part to kinda get the story going so you know where everything is going :)

Let me know if you'd like a part three! <3

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[thesightstoshowyou]

Even You

Bo Sinclair x F Reader (NSFW)

Part 3

Read Part 2 here

Summary: You kill Bo with kindness.

Warnings: Dubcon, slapping, spitting, biting, choking, daddy kink, praise kink, oral, dominant-ish reader. Starts out extremely dubious but quickly slows down. Heed the warnings please.

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             “Get yer shoes on, let’s go.”

             You look up at Bo from your spot on the couch, a half-folded shirt in your hands. Laundry is scattered all around you in heaps. Lester rests in the chair opposite you and glances up from the magazine in his hands.

             “Go?” You ask, slowly folding the t-shirt and placing it in a basket.

             “We’re goin’ to town. Gotta pick up a couple a’ things.” You frown. He’s…taking you to town? That’s hard to believe.  

             “Uh…. You sure that’s a good idea?” Lester asks, sitting up straighter in his chair, eyes flicking from you to Bo.

             “Next time I need yer opinion, I’ll ask for it,” Bo spits, adjusting his cap and fishing the truck keys out of his pocket. You figure it’s best not to argue.

             Hastily, you toss the laundry back into the basket and hurry to the door to slip into your shoes. You meet Bo in the truck, sliding into the passenger seat as the pick-up roars to life. You sit quietly, occasionally glancing at Bo out of the corner of your eye, waiting for him to tell you where you’re really going.

            He’s silent, mouth twisted in a scowl. Great, he’s in a bad mood. Again.

            “We’re…uh…not going to town, are we?” you ask. It’s phrased like a question, but you know he knows you aren’t asking. He answers anyway.

            “What do ya’ think I am? Stupid?” He turns off the main road onto a dusty dirt trail. The pick-up lumbers down the path, bouncing you in your seat with every lurch of the cab. Bo must find the spot he wants because he pulls off the road entirely, parking under the shade of a massive locust tree.

            The second the truck goes quiet he’s on you, crawling across the seat to shove you back against the window. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss, teeth knocking into your own and biting your bottom lip until you taste copper. His hands shove your legs apart before grabbing your hips to pull you flush against him.

            You gasp and shove against his chest, anything to get him to slow down a little. He’s everywhere, hands in your hair, at your waist, groping your ass, tongue in your mouth, on your neck—You can hardly breath.

            “Bo—

            You try but gasp in shock when he slaps you across the face, his palm leaving stinging redness in its wake. He grips your jaw and forces your eyes to meet his. There’s so much burning anger in those baby blues it scares you into silence.

            “I don’t wanna hear a sound outta ya’ unless it’s a ‘Please’ or a ‘Thank you,’ got it?” You nod, biting your lip.

            “Open yer mouth,” he orders. You do. Without warning, Bo spits. Thick saliva lands on your tongue and splatters on your parted lips. Before you can react, he smears it across your cheek, laughing cruelly when you jerk away, disgusted.  

            A cry leaves your throat when he leans down and sinks his teeth into the flesh where your shoulder meets your neck. He growls into your skin and you wonder if you’re going to be okay when this is all over. You don’t dare speak again, but you’re beginning to panic. He might really hurt you.

            What you decide to do next may be the dumbest thing you’ve ever done in your entire life, but you figure it’s you’re only shot. While he’s distracted with your shirt, you grab his forearm and bring his wrist to your mouth, placing a tender kiss to the angry, red scars curled around his skin.

            Everything freezes; Bo, you, time itself. You hold your breath as Bo stares, wide-eyed and shocked. You watch in slow motion as the shock morphs into anger, his blue eyes growing dark as his brow draws down.

            The hand you aren’t holding darts out and latches onto your neck, squeezing until you release him and grip the wrist around your throat. You cough and he squeezes harder until your mouth opens and closes in a futile attempt to draw in air.

            Only one thing to do.

            You reach out and lay your palm against his sweaty cheek, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. Immediately he releases you and sits back, looking at you like you’ve grown another head. You gasp and hack, gripping your sore throat and moving to your knees. You swallow thickly a few times to lubricate your dry throat before speaking.

            “It—it doesn’t always have to be like this, Bo. Everyone…listen, everyone deserves some gentleness. Even you.” Boldly, you take his hand, fingers sneaking under his sleeve and tracing the scars you just pressed to your lips. His own lips thin into a line and he jerks his hand out of your grip.

            “Don’t believe me? Fine. Then…then I’ll just have to show you.” Heart hammering, every fiber in your body screaming at you to back off already, you crawl forward until you’re seated in his lap. He huffs through his nose, eyes narrowing in warning, but you persist.

            Gingerly, you lean forward, cupping his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. He doesn’t kiss back, but doesn’t pull away either. Your fingers slide down to trace his jaw, then the shell of his ear, before carding through the damp hair on the back of his neck.

            Infinitesimally, you feel his shoulders relax. You continue to stroke his hair, the back of his neck and eventually his lips move against yours, lightly at first, skin just brushing, cigarette-scented breath ghosting over your face. His hands come up from where they’d been clenched at his sides to rest on your hips.

            Your lips move to his cheek, tenderly caressing, before kissing along his jaw, fingers slipping under his chin to tip his head back. Bo allows it and you blow lightly on the dewy skin of his neck before leaning in to kiss, to lick, to nip. When your teeth graze his racing pulse a little broken noise escapes his throat. The sound goes straight between your legs and you reward him with a little roll of your hips.

            Bo’s hands slide under your shirt to grip your waist and pull you closer. You grind your hips down against the hard length in his jeans and he inhales though his teeth, hips bucking. Your mouth returns to his and you suck on his bottom lip while your fingers trail down his chest to unbuckle his belt.

             You swallow another of his tiny whimpers when you reach into his boxer briefs to give him one, slow stroke. You hum against his mouth, lips trailing across his cheek to his ear. Nibbling on his earlobe, you whisper, “Fuck, you’re so hard for me, daddy. Wanna feel how wet you make me?”

            Bo’s hand flies to your hair and he groans. You take that as a, “Yes”, so you tease the head of his cock with your thumb while unbuttoning your own shorts. You slip off his lap and shimmy out of your bottoms before straddling him once more so you can slide his hot length along your slick folds.

            Mouth returning to his ear, you purr, “Please, daddy, can I fuck you?”

            “Jesus, fuck, yes,” Bo whines, his dirty nails digging into the meat of your hip. Eagerly, you position yourself over his cock, slowly sinking down until your slippery muscles swallow every inch.

            Torturously slow, you roll your hips. The desperate noise that you pull from Bo’s throat makes you clench and grind into his lap. You bury your fingers into the hair on the back of his neck, tipping his head back so you can suck a deep purple mark just above his collarbone.

            “You feel so fucking good, daddy. I love how full you make me. Please, I wanna go faster, can I fuck you faster?” Bo’s voice breaks when he tries to speak so you buck your hips until he’s moaning and gripping the back of your neck to ground himself.

            You lean back and tip his head down until you’re looking into his eyes. He’s a wreck; sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks tinged pink, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide, lips parted, chest heaving. He’s putty in your hands and, for a moment, you understand why he likes the control. It’s a power trip, to be sure.

            You kiss him again, whisper against his lips how good he looks. You thank him for his cock, for allowing you to fuck him so good. He lets loose a whiny, “Fuck,” that makes heat spike through your gut until you keen. You’re sure you’re going to spontaneously combust if he makes one more sound.

            “Daddy, you’re gonna make me cum, I’m gonna cum all over your cock, please, I want to, please can I cum?” He doesn’t even try to speak this time, just nods, and your nails dig into his shoulders as you moan his name and crash into ecstasy. Your spasming cunt milks his throbbing cock and you feel the telltale jerk of his hips, signaling his own end is near.

             Hastily, you slip off his lap and squeeze down under the dash so you can suck his cock into your mouth. You take him until your nose meets the dark curls at the base. Bo fists a hand in your hair, a strangled shout ripping from his throat as he slams into yours. Salty warmth spills onto your tongue and you make sure to swallow it all. You hollow out your cheeks as you resurface, coming away from his twitching cock with a quiet pop.

             “Thank you, daddy,” you murmur, placing a gentle kiss on his softening length. Panting and slack-jawed, Bo shudders and lets his head fall back against the headrest, groaning quietly. Without another word, you crawl back onto the seat and curl into his side.

             Bo drapes his arm over your shoulders and you take his other hand, bringing it to your mouth to press soft kisses to each fingertip. Heaving a shuddering sigh, he lifts his head and peers down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He seems guarded, maybe, and possibly a bit confused.

            You offer him a small, reassuring smile. Bo clears his throat and sniffs, seeming to come out of his trance. He slides back into the driver’s seat, hand going to the keys in the ignition.

            “You got a filthy mouth, ya’ know that? Got damn, girl.”

             You snort and roll your eyes. Bo Sinclair, the poet.

[jenonctcity]

No Nut November - Donghyuck

Lee Donghyuck – Smut, Crack, Fluff

Warnings: Explicit content, a lot of mentions of penis’s, unprotected sex, mention of porn, it’s pretty graphic so yeah if you don’t like smut don’t read it.

Word Count: 4k

Summary: 00’s line take part in No Nut November.

The Rules of No Nut November:

You cannot have sex, masturbate, or nut in any way, shape, or form.

Watching pornography and having boners are allowed, but you can’t nut.

You are only allowed one wet dream. If you have more than one, then consider yourself out.

You do not have 3 strikes; you only have one shot at it. If you miss it, you’re out.

 If you have passed the month with a total of 0 nuts, you are a victor and you shall qualify for Destroy Dick December (Not Recommended).

Look man, just don’t nut in 30 days.

Series

 Day 1:

“So, you’re not going to have sex with me for a month…?” Your eyebrows were knitted together, and mouth pulled into a grimace to show off your confused state of mind. Donghyuck simply shook his head with a wide smile on his face. “You can’t even masturbate?” He shook his head once more and placed a kiss to your cheek. “No orgasms?”

“No orgasms.” He raised an eyebrow at your confused face, wondering what you didn’t understand about his explanation of what No Nut November is.

“You can’t ejaculate at all?”

“No!”

“No shooting your load?

“Where is this going?”

“I’m just making sure I understand one hundred perfect what’s going on because honestly, it’s ridiculous.”

“I don’t care. I want to do it.” He shrugged, his stubbornness coming out in defence at his decision.

“Whatever floats your boat Hyuck.” You shrugged back at him, turning your head to hide your annoyance as you sat beside him on the sofa. You folded your arms across your chest, huffing in irritation that you weren’t going to get laid for the next month.

“Are you pissed off?” He jabbed his finger into your side, trying to gain your attention back but failing to do so, your stubbornness big enough to rival his own. “Oi, answer me baby.”

“No. I’m fine.” You mumbled, using a hand to run through your hair, something you always did when you told a lie. Donghyuck narrowed his eyes at you when he saw you run your hand through your hair, grabbing your hand and placing a lingering kiss to your palm. “Okay I’m not fine, you know how hard it is for me to go without sex, and you just decide to do this stupid internet trend.” You murmured with your eyebrows furrowed, a pout forming on your lips and your posture slouching further down on the sofa. He chuckled and rolled his eyes at you, dragging you over onto his lap and laughing more when you refused to look at him.

“I never said I wouldn’t give you orgasms; I just can’t use my dick.” This caught your attention, your head slowly turning to look at him with a smirk plastered on your face. “My tongue and fingers will be at your service.” His left eye dropped into a wink, quickly leaning forward to connect his lips with your own. You sighed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and stroking at the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re lucky that I love you, or I would probably have punched you in the testicles.” You smiled cutely at him, giving him a wide-eyed innocent look in contrast to your threatening words. “Although I am pissed off you decided to tell me this at 1am on the first day of November. Why didn’t you tell me like 4 hours ago so you could have fucked me when it was still October 31st?”

“Because you were dressed as a zombie and I really don’t think I could have gotten it up…” You slapped his chest causing him to yelp in surprise.

 Day 8:

You cuddled into Donghyuck’s chest; the warmth of your bodies together trapped underneath the blanket of the bed, making your bare skin stick to his own. He moaned in contentment, snuggling up to you closer with his arms wrapped around your torso. You were completely naked, enjoying the feeling of being as close to your boyfriend as possible without the confinements of fabric in the way. He only had on a pair of black boxer briefs, hoping that if he could keep his penis out of your way, then it would be easier for him not to want to bury himself balls deep inside of you.  

“I’m so comfy.” You whispered against the skin of his neck, pecking a kiss against his jaw.

“Me too…hey you’ve been really patient the past 8 days baby.” As he spoke his hand trailed down your back, his fingers tickling against your skin and causing the hairs to stand on their ends. “Maybe you should be rewarded.” He smirked, ducking his head down to take your bottom lip between his teeth, his hand gripping your ass before pulling back to give it a smack.

“What’s my reward?” You whispered, your words coming out slightly muffled from your lip still trapped between his teeth.

“Wanna sit on my face?” Your heart almost skipped a beat at the filthiness of his words, his tone sultry tone fitting perfectly. Without speaking, you moved around so you had him lying on his back, his gaze lingering on you as you sat on his chest, wiggling your hips to graze your naked heat on him.

“I always want to sit on your face.” You winked at him, your eyes almost twinkling in your excitement of your inward bound orgasm.

“Promise me you won’t try to touch my junk though.” He shuffled down the bed slightly to get comfortable, his lower half still tucked underneath the blanket and his dick tucked in his boxers.

“I promise.”

“Good girl.” He smirked, grabbing you by the hips and helping you position yourself over his face, your thighs on either side of his head. He licked his lips in anticipation, not hesitating as he pulled you down onto his mouth, his eyes boring into your own as he licked a stripe up your heat, spreading the wetness from your hole all the way up to your clit.

“Fuck.” A moan slipped past your parted lips, your hand falling into his hair, gripping it tightly from the sudden sensations flooding through your body. His snaked his hands round from your ass after giving it a firm squeeze, trailing them up your hips and stomach until they found purchase on your breasts. His tongue worked wonders on you, the tip of the wet muscle working perfectly in time with his lips to suck and lick your heat. He rubbed the soft flesh of your boobs, taking your nipples between his thumb and forefinger on each hand, pinching and rolling the hard nubs in sync with the way his tongue was striking your clit. He moaned, vibrations rumbling against you and forcing you to gasp, your hips rolling down to try and coax everything he had to give out of him.  

It only took about 5 more minutes of his constant attack on your dripping heat for your hips to stutter. Hand grabbing his hair tight enough for him to wince in discomfort but not stop the rate at which his tongue was thrusting in and out of your tight hole, your heart pounding in your chest at the same speed in perfect time. You choked out a squeal, your face scrunching up as all the nerve endings in your body lit up like live wires, ready to shock you at any second. Your juices leaked down his chin as your orgasm hit you like a shockwave, your body going rigid before slumping down onto the bed beside him. He licked his lips, turning on his side with a smirk plastered on his face from admiring his own work.

“Did my baby girl enjoy that?” He cooed, reaching over to push your sweaty hair out of your face, cupping your cheek and giving it a gentle tap to try and bring you back down to earth from cloud 9. You simply nodded your head, not being able to say much with your lungs working overtime to calm your breathing down. After a few minutes to let yourself relax, you reached over and pulled the blanket up, staring at the prominent hard on confined in his boxers.

“I think you enjoyed it too.” You grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, wiping his face clean and smiling fondly at him. “Shame you I can’t repay the favour…” You stroked his chest, teasingly trailing your fingertips over his soft skin, purposely letting your pointer finger circle one of his nipples. He watched you like a hawk, cautious of your movements and giving you a narrowed eyed look in suspicion. He shuffled closer to you, about to pull you close for a cuddle, but you gave him a wide grin, grabbing the blanket.  “Goodnight!” You threw yourself back onto your side, facing away from him and pulling the blanket over your naked body, snuggling down and missing the annoyed frown he shot at you.

 Day 17:

Due to Donghyucks stupid commitment to No Nut November you had taken it upon yourself to distance yourself from him. Hating that he had a perfect penis inside his pants that he wasn’t willing to stick inside of you and rearrange your guts with. It pained you to even think about his beautiful manhood when you were with him, so you decided space was the best option. You had neglected to tell him this though, leading countless invitations to see him being declined. So far, you’d managed to avoid him for 9 days, which was making your heart croon for him. But with his stubbornness being a huge cockblock for you, you ignored the want you had for him, and continued to enjoy other people’s company instead of his.

You phone chimed in your pocket, and you didn’t even need to look at it to know that it was your boyfriend trying to summon you on the other end. You sighed, closing your eyes momentarily as you stood in the grocery store in front of a variety of cereals. Thoughts of ignoring his call shot through your mind, but the cruelness of the act leaving a bad taste in your mouth. So, after about 10 seconds you held your phone to your ear and answered the impending all.

“Hey loser.” You spoke nonchalantly.

“Don’t hey loser me.” He grunted down the phone, the sound of boys chatting in the background.

“Whoa who shit in your cornflakes this morning?” You frowned at his tone, staring at the boxes of cornflakes piled on the shelf in front of you.

“Well maybe if my girlfriend didn’t keep blowing me off with the most stupid excuses then I wouldn’t be so pissy.” You could tell by his words and tone that you’d struck a nerve with him, but your hard headedness willed you to not back down.

“Well maybe if my boyfriend would actually dick me down then I could be around him without wanting to jump his bones every second of the fucking day.” You used that as an exit, not thinking twice before hitting the end call button. A wash of guilt came over you from your rash decision, but you pushed it aside, hating how it made you feel. Your phone chimed again, vibrating in your hand and you groaned.

“What now?” You snapped into the receiver as you answered the call. You noticed this time that the chatter in the background and silenced.

“You need to sort out your priorities. Because right now, it seems like you’re only with me for sex.” Donghyuck’s voice was laced with anger, and pent up frustration. “I haven’t seen you in over a week, and you just proved my theory right that it’s because I won’t have sex with you.”

“Hyuck calm down…”

“No! I won’t fucking calm down!!! Is that all I’m good for huh? Because you can’t have sex with me that means I’m not good enough to cuddle? Or to watch a movie with?” You stayed silent even after his rant, not knowing what to say as an old couple stood beside you staring at the cereals you had yet to take your own eyes off of. His heart dropped at your lack of response, pushing him further into thinking that he was right with everything he said. “Well thanks (Y/N)…” His tone became sombre, and he sighed.

“I love you; you’re overthinking all of this.” You whispered into the phone, completely ditching your shopping cart and exiting the store.

“So, what’s your excuse then?” His voice was softer now, his heart having melted as you professed your love to him.

“It’s true about avoiding you because of sex, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend time with you. I’m just really hormonal right now and you’re hard to be around when I can’t have proper sex with you.” You paced through the streets fast, hoping no one could hear your conversation. “I’m sorry…” You knew he couldn’t see you, but you still couldn’t help the pout that formed on your face.

“Maybe we need some time apart anyway…a small break.” You gulped at his words but nodded anyway, humming in agreement. “I’ll see you on December the 1st.”

“Yeah okay…I love you.” Tears clouded your vision and you sniffed, hoping that it the microphone on your phone didn’t pick it up.

“I love you too.” With that he ended the call, leaving you to wallow in the regret at your own immaturity and selfishness.

 Day 30:

The past few weeks had been a blur. You didn’t see Donghyuck like he had suggested, but you did speak with him over the phone nearly every day. You hadn’t been living in complete solitude from him, but it felt like you had. The time you spent apart had made your heart long for his touch. Wanting nothing more than to be wrapped up in his embrace with his lips pressed against your own. He felt the same way as you but hadn’t told you, not wanting you to know how much he yearned for you.

Using the key to the dorm that he’d given you, you let yourself in quietly, using the darkness of the halls to tiptoe to the room Donghyuck and Johnny shared. Donghyuck had let you know that Johnny would be gone for a few days so it would be safe for you to go and spend time with him without being disturbed. When he’d asked you to come over on the first day of December, he’d meant for you to arrive in the evening so that he could make dinner for you or order takeout and make it romantic for you. Hr wasn’t expecting you to let yourself into the dorm at 1am to surprise him.

When you’d been speaking to him over the phone during your “break”, he’d admitted that he had overreacted about not seeing you in 8 days. It was mostly his sexual frustration talking and he felt bad that he’d asked you if you even loved him. He also let slip that he can’t wait to be buried balls deep inside of you. So, you used this information to come up with a plan. The plan was, as soon as he could orgasm, you’d give him the best fuck or suck of his life. You weren’t sure what you wanted to feel you dick in your throat or in the pit of your stomach, so you just figured you’d make your mind up in the moment.

Pushing his door open as quietly as you could, your jaw dropped to the floor, arms folding across your chest as you took an intimidating stance. Donghyuck sat at his computer desk completely naked, a porn video of a petite girl getting rammed into form behind playing on his computer screen, and his hand gliding up and down his hard cock as such a rapid pace your eyes could only see his hand as a blur. He didn’t notice your presence, a high-pitched whine slipping from his plump lips and his head lolling back against his shoulders. You cleared your throat abruptly, tapping your foot on the floor impatiently and giving him a raised eyebrow with your lips pursed.

He almost jumped a foot in the air in surprise, his clean hand rushing to close the web browser in his shame. His head swivelled round to see who it was that caught him in his private moment, letting out a short sigh of relief when he noticed it was you.

“Baby what are you doing here?” He panted, out of breath still from his frivolous activity.

“I came to fuck you.” You used a monotone voice on him, not impressed whatsoever.

“You weren’t supposed to be here until later…” He mumbled, glancing down at his pulsing member and gulping before sheepishly looing back up at you. “Don’t be mad! I couldn’t wait any longer!” He immediately jumped to his own defence when he saw your mouth open ready to chide him.

“You couldn’t even wait half a day?!” You squealed at him, not meaning for your voice to come out so high-pitched but your frustration got to you. “You promised me you’d wait so you would have your first orgasm with me.” You stomped your foot and pouted at him like a spoilt brat.

“Well…I haven’t actually came yet so…” His eyes suddenly narrowed at you, his eyebrow raising suggestively and turning his deer caught in the headlights look into a sultry look. Your heart fluttered and you became conscious of the dampness inside your purple silk panties. You shrugged, abandoning the pissed off act and quickly dropping your jeans and panties to your ankles, kicking them off quickly to saunter over to him with your hips swaying.

“Works for me.” You climbed onto his lap, lining his cock up with your pussy and sinking down onto him with ease. A strangled gasp emitted from his throat, his hands automatically grasping your yours to keep you still. Your head fell forward, resting your forehead against the bare skin of his shoulder as you took in the feeling of how good his dick filled you to the brim.  “I’ve missed this.” You whispered breathlessly, your arms sliding over his slightly sweaty shoulders and holding him to you tightly. “I’ve missed you so much Hyuck.” Tilting your head to let your eyes linger on his beautiful profile.

“I’ve missed you too.” He sighed in utter contentment, turning his head to face you. His plump, warm lips enclosed on yours, the kiss being sweet and loving as you both basked in the feeling of your reconciliation. You slowly started to roll your hips into his, the overwhelming sensation of his cock stroking your tight walls making you pant whimpers into his mouth. Your hips broke away form his, but you didn’t move away, letting your cheek rest against his own as you started to bounce.

“Fuck baby girl!” He winced, the feeling of you on his cock bringing you closer to his high. “I’m sorry I’m cumming!” With a gasp he thrust up into you, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he slammed you down on his cock. The knot in his stomach snapped, his orgasm crashing through him and white ropes of cum coating your insides.  He stilled your bouncing, keeping your sheathed on his cock and holding you as close as possible as he spilled his seed inside of you. “I’m sorry…I wanted to hold on, but I couldn’t.” He breathed fast, his chest rising and falling quickly. You weren’t mad that he came so quickly, you were sure he was probably close to the edge when you’d walked in on him if how quick he was jerking himself off was anything to go by.

“It’s o-” You were cut off by your own squeak when he rose to his feet with you in his arms. He threw you on the bed in a fit of lust, crawling over your body looking like a lion about to devour a lamb. “More than okay.” You murmured, biting your bottom lip as his own pillow soft lips found purchase on your neck. He sucked a dark, tender mark on your skin that sent sparks shooting straight down to your throbbing clit. You were too busy focussing on his lips that you didn’t notice him circle two fingers around your wet hole, until he rammed them inside you, pushing his own cum that was dripping from your hole back into your pussy at same time. “Hyuck!” You spread your legs further apart, bucking your hips up into his touch as his fingers made your walls tighten up.

You squeezed your eyes shut, stars dancing in the darkness behind your eyelids as your legs started to quiver. His palm was pressed against your sensitive clit, stimulating it and causing a fire to burn through your aching heat.

“Oh god!” The fire blazed up your body, your toes curling and back arching from the sheets that were sticking to your sweat glazed body.

“Cum for me baby.” He growled, nipping at your neck and making your face screw up. You tensed up as you came on his fingers, the white-hot feeling making you squeal, tingles flying through your nerves and making your muscles shake. It took you a while to calm down, a smug look plastered on Donghyucks face as he watched you squirm, your hips finally stilling and eyes blinking open. “Was it worth the wait babe?” He leaned in and whispered against your parted lips, his fingers slipping from you and making a mess on his sheets as his cum mixed with your own slid from you. He trailed his tongue over the lining of your lips, chuckling lowly before kissing you sensually.

“Definitely.” You mumbled against his lips, your own stretching into a tired smile. A yawn momentarily took over your mouth as you stretched out on his bed.

“Go to sleep, you have a long month ahead of you.” He patted your thigh in encouragement with his clean hand as he rose from the bed, disappearing from the room to get a hot, wet cloth. When he came back, he started to clean you up, but you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his previous words.

“What do you mean about me having a long month ahead of me?” He slid the wet cloth over your breasts and up to your neck to clean you of your sweat, moving it back down to wipe away the mess he left between your thighs.

“I’m going to do destroy dick December!” He smiled widely, his face looking beautiful in the only light of the room which was coming from his computer. “Which means you’re gonna have a sore body by the end of the month.” He pressed a kiss to your navel after running the cloth back over your stomach, just enjoying the way you leaned into his touch every time he’d run the cloth over your ticklish parts.

“Do I really want to know what destroy dick December is?” You laughed at the name, finding the name immaturely funny.

“I have to nut the same amount of times as the date, so once on the 1st, twice on the 2nd and so on.” He threw the dirtied rag onto Johnny’s bed without a care in the world, snuggling into your side and pecking your lips tenderly.

“Rest in peace to our private parts.” You yawned, closing your eyes and clinging onto his warmth as sleep whisked you away to the land of dreams. Needless to say you had a very vivid dream about the month you had to come. 

No Nut November: Lee Donghyuck - Success.

[anotherhamiltonblog]

Foreign Touch ch 2

Chapter Summary: Thomas needs a favor, but will Adeline give him the chance to ask? What could Thomas want?

Warnings: Once again, I didn’t proofread. Sorry <3 some cute shit, but y’all will see for yourself. HEHE

Word Count: 1,230(Give or take... idk i forgot)

Previously 

Y/N didn’t know why, but she found herself always running from Thomas Jefferson. It wasn’t that she personally had anything against the man, Y/N just didn’t want the unnecessary drama that comes her way because of her brother. Alex was many things, one of those many things was him being a total drama queen. It was quite sad really, that the man would actually bitch and complain to her about Thomas and blah blah blah.

Sighing, Y/N looked at her phone for a few minutes before shoving it back into her pocket. Fixing the strap of her bag over her shoulder, Y/N made her way to the football field where cheer practice was taking place. She had just come tutoring a few kids a grade below her and so Y/N was trying her hardest to try and rush so she wouldn’t be even more late. 

“Y/N! Yo, wait up!” a voice called out to her, turning to see the one and only Thomas Jefferson. Y/N shook her head. 

“No can do! I’m late already. Byeee!” She waved her hands and rushed even faster.

Making it out on the field, glad she changed into her workout clothes before going to tutor, the h/c girl shrugged out of her jacket and threw it down to the ground along with her bag and rushed over to be with the rest of the cheer squad.

“Hamilton! You’re late!” the coach yelled out to her, raising an eyebrow, stopping Y/N from giving an excuse as to why she was late. “Two laps around the field. GO!” 

With a sgh, Y/N started her run. Honestly, she should have seen this coming. Y/N missed the warm-ups and so this was going to be the closest thing to a warm-up she would get. 

Tying up her hair in a tight ponytail as she started out in a slow jog, Y/N pulled off her oversized shirt, so she was wearing just her purple racerback sports bra crop and black leggings. Shirt held tightly in her hand; Y/N was slowly gaining speed as she ran. Focusing on her breathing. Never realizing the football team coming out onto the field as she was in her zone.

It wasn’t till after her run and joining the rest of her squad did Y/N finally see the guys of the team. They were doing their own workout on the other side of the field. 

Catching a certain males eye, Y/N looked away and started on the cheer they had been practicing for a while. 

“Y/N! Top of the pyramid!” “Nicole! Lift her foot higher!” “Brenda! Put your back into those flips!” “Dylan! YOU ALMOST DROPPED Y/N CAREFUL!”

Those were the commands from Coach Stone. By the time 5 o’clock hit, the girls and guys of the cheer squad were out of breath.

“Good job everyone! At this rate we’ll be ready for the first game of the season this Friday!”

With that said, everyone made their way to their things to make their way home after a tough practice. 

“Damn, y’all almost looked like you worked out as hard as us.” a voice caught her attention, making Y/N snap her head up at the source. Only to narrow her eyes.

“Oh please, you and your little buddies couldn’t do what we do if you even tried.” she smirked and shrugged, pulling her shirt over her sweaty body and tugging her jacket over it. The cold wind caused goosebumps to form over her arms.

“Anyways, as awesome as it’s been to talk to you... Oh wait, it hasn’t been awesome. Bye now!” Y/N laughed and grabbed her bag before starting to walk away.

“Yo, Y/N wait up. I need a favor to ask you!” Thomas called out after her, yet as he stepped closer to the girl. His coach called him back to the field.

That just caused Y/N to laugh and make her way to the parking lot where her car was waiting for her. It was Wednesday and all Y/N wanted to do was go home, shower, eat and watch T.V. Seeing as she finished her homework while she was tutoring.

»»-————　♡　————-««

Being in an empty house, freshly showered with only a night gown on and her robe on covering her night wear. Y/N found herself in the kitchen, stirring the pasta sauce she had been making for her dinner. Her parents were out for a date night, Alex was with John. Y/N was glad she could have some down time.

Hearing a ping from her phone, the girl sighed and went to check who was bothering her. Not knowing who the heck the number belonged to that was looking for her.

After seeing who was texting her, Y/N was quick to tell them that she was not the person they were looking for and silenced her phone.

After having her pasta and cleaning up the kitchen. Y/N groaned when she saw that Thomas wouldn’t stop messaging her. Blocking his number, Y/N tossed her phone to the side and wrapped a blanket around her body. Turning on Supernatural on the tv, she cuddled into the blanket and pillow before laying on the couch and watched the show.

It wasn’t much longer that Y/N felt her eyes drop close and she fell asleep.

Laughing and running around, holding a water gun, Y/N ran away from someone. The two laughing and she hid behind a tree.

“THAT’S IT… I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUAL.” Y/N yelled out and smirked at the male before her.

His curly hair was dripping wet, curls perfectly forming around his face as he stood there shirtless. Thomas raised his eyebrow as he eyed her. “A dual?” he asked grinning. Watching as Y/N nodded grinning.

“Mmhm… each of us get a water balloon. Take ten steps from each other. On ten, we turn and throw the water balloon.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

That’s how the two found themselves holding a water balloon. Thomas holding a purple one while Y/N held a green on. Each balloon filled with water.

“One”

“Two”

“Three”

“Four”

“Five”

“Six”

“Seven”

“Eight”

“Nine”

“Ten paces… FIRE!” They yelled and at the same time the two threw the balloon and as if it was all in slow motion. The green balloon hit Thomas right across the face while Y/N managed to dodge the purple one.

“That’s it sweetheart! You’re gonna get it!”

With wide eyes, Y/N dashed off laughing and squealing as she tried to escape Thomas’ hands, sadly for Y/N she fell down and Thomas was on top of her tickling her until she was out of breath.

“You give up?” he asked, laughing as she squirmed underneath him.

“YES! “was all Y/N could respond with in-between her laughter.

When Thomas stopped, he leaned forward, grinning at Y/N until their lips were almost touching. “I win sweetheart…” he whispered, and their lips connected.

Gasping and sitting up, Y/N looked around the dark living room. Wondering where the hell that dream came from and why Jefferson out of all people. Glaring as Dean Winchester was lip-locking with some girl on her screen. Y/N got up from her bed and shut the tv off, muttering under her breath that it was Deans fault for that dream.

Little did she know that a few streets away at the Jefferson household, a certain boy was sitting up on the couch thinking about the dream he just had. Confused as well.

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Chap. 1: “The Beginning of Everything”

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3 years ago: 14th of September 2017

“Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to my gem!

Happy birthday to you!”

His soft and playful voice made her giggle when he did an impression of a birthday wish because she knew that he hated to say it out loud.

“Thank you Mr. Standall.” She kissed his lips slowly not letting a yawn to break this blissful moment. “And that was a very good impression on how boyfriends want to make surprises to their girls.” She giggled while tracing with her right palm his grown beard that made her weak whenever it scratched.

“And I’m glad that made you smile.” He gave her a peck on her forehead while smiling aback.

“You always make me happy like no one else.”She said it in full acknowledgment and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving that sympathetic look that Alex knew too well. Whenever those words fell from her lips, he knew that she would get teary so he tried to lighten up the mood.

“Whoa Miss Craig, we haven’t still arrived to the part of being emotional.” He cupped her cheeks in full adoration. “And I haven’t brought your breakfast here yet so…” He got up from their bed while she was admiring at his sculpted body only in his underwear and was catching her lower lip thinking how handsome he was. He wore his shorts while doing another mimic of her while biting her lip knowing she had a soft spot. “Oh Al you’re so fucking handsome ma-”

Before he would finish the sentence, was met with a pillow on his face and a stern voice. “Get my breakfast here ‘cause I don’t want to die hungry.”

“Your wish is my command, my lady.” He chuckled before bowed down while she was laughing at his poor attempt to be look like a 18th century gentleman but she didn’t care that much. Because her heart was so full and couldn’t be more thankful that he was by her side.

Present day: 14th of September 2020

She woke up from the irritating alarm of her iPhone while groaning loudly. She felt her body sweating on her sheets and knew that the dreams were still appearing in the middle of the night and were not giving her the peace she wanted. She had only been one week in Boston and was hating this city already. Crowded, disorganised, dirty and was nothing compared with Brighton or Washington. Even the great buildings that surrounded didn’t give her a slight awesomeness and rolled her eyes while some tourists were looking wonderfully and snapping selfies. It was 5 AM. She had a bad habit to wake up early in order to work out outside in the nature. Or better saying- somewhere far away from the flowers or trees that gave her allergies even though it was the fall season. But first she needed to change quickly her wet clothes before getting a cold. When she got up from her bed, was met with a wiggling tail and a huffing sound of her best friend- Jonah.

“Hey good morning buddy!” She kneeled down to him while he was licking her hands. “Yup we’re going outside but first mama needs a shower okay?” She kissed his head when he jumped on her bed waiting impatiently for his owner to finish.

She stripped off her clothes and didn’t want to give a spare glance to the scars in her forearms if she didn’t want to experience another breakdown. The warm temperature of the water cascading down her body was everything she needed and let out a content sigh. She mocked at her anti-grease shampoo for keeping her hair done only in two days.

“Bloody shampoos.”

She carefully rubbed the cores of her forearms with her sponge not letting to fall a single drop of blood while wincing. It was such annoying to wait for another year until they were regenerated completely and if not, she needed to undergo a plastic surgery in which she was worried about it.

This day was slightly different from what she’d been used to. It was her first day of work at a hospital after graduating with excellent grades from University College London and got an alumni award for her outstanding performance in saving five people’s lives (including her professor Dr. Sarah Bennett) doing solo operations without the practice and the leadership of an attending. And that’s why she chose Edenbrook Hospital but- with a bit lateness.

It was only three days ago that she got the acceptance e-mail from nonetheless the well known and the most respected diagnostician in the whole country Dr. Naveen Banerji. The reason was that she spent her summer holidays in Italy and wasn’t sure if she was ready to go back in USA almost four years after her parents died. But mostly she still was on search for the truth behind her grandmother’s unexpected death- Daisy Ahmad. A quest in which she hadn’t solved the mystery behind of it.

While putting on her Nike sneakers she took a brief look at the clock on the wall- 5:15 AM. She still had time until 7 AM to catch up for work so she whistled to the husky dog letting him know that they were ready to go- or not until she straightened up her back and raised her eyebrows while looking at the mirror.

“Mirror mirror on the wall, tell me... who’s the most badass woman here?” She chuckled at her poor joke. “Of course it’s me. Right Jonah?” He barked in approval tilting his head, showing his blue sky eyes to his owner’s. “That’s my boy.”

The hangout consisted of walking firstly, because Jonah always came the first into their priorities and sometimes she would call him the King Jonah I and if he would have children she’ll gladly call them Jonah II or JJ. Secondly, it was playing with him and doing some exercises to train him with what she had read in a recent book about huskies. Lastly, it was time for her to put her headphones on and listening to the great Arctic Monkeys band while running for an hour without breaks to the asphalt coastline. And Jonah was more than happy to follow his owner wherever she went.

Annoyed, after finishing her run, she totally forgot that she took a shower already but thankfully her hair was tied up in a ponytail so her tendrils weren’t at least wet. “We got sweaty again buddy huh?”

6:37 AM.

They finally made it back at her apartment and greeted the receptionist Billy for taking the morning shift. She kicked off her sneakers and went immediately to the bathroom to change again her sportswear and quickly finished her body shower. The breakfast consisted of baked bread, white cheese and fiches jam whereas for the husky dog were the raw meats and bones. While she was waiting for the slices of bread to be toasted, her eyes landed to his photograph placed in a black rectangular frame.

“Why Alex?” She whispered to herself and crossed her arms while tilting her head in one side. “Why are you still appearing in my dreams every night? What do you want to tell me?”

It became a monotonous thing for her to see the nightmares of the people who were gone now and the worse part was that they would always appear with unknown causes. Like her parents for example, died not because of a coincidental car accident- but a well-planned one- and after their case was solved, they didn’t appear anymore. She knew that her grandmother’s death was truly a devastating event for her and of course she needed to find the surgeon who took the responsibility to operate her. But what about Alex? She had no clue why this was happening but one thing was for sure... her PTSD wouldn’t stop if she didn’t find out the last parts to complete the puzzle.

After finishing her breakfast she wore her casual clothes despite her efforts in wearing a suit. She was so obsessed with them. Maybe if she becomes a resident... who knows what fate will bring for her? She shook her head in disbelief- she was going to work with Ethan Ramsey and was excited but stressed in the same time.

“My oh my... am I going to work now huh? What do you think buddy?”Jonah twirled around in excitement when his owner opened her arms to reveal the outfit. “You always have liked my style, haven’t you? Can you believe that I’m going to work with the attending who inspired me to be this doctor I am now? Nope, I can’t believe it too.” She chuckled wearily as her memories with Alex came back on her mind. How both of them were determined to be doctors and to be graduated in the same year, then going to their respective inspirational doctors who, for instance, both were in the same hospital- Dr. Ethan Ramsey and Dr. Simon Tennant.

“Y’know Jonah, I was thinking about how this Ethan Ramsey looks like because his face doesn’t appear anywhere. Like I’ve searched for him in any websites possible but no- he’s like an invisible man who has sealed every images of him. Even Simon doesn’t want to tell me and said that I would see him soon. What the hell? I mean can you imagine working with an old man and a grumpy one or who knows... maybe he’s a good one? He can’t be like those snarky and annoying attendees that have always appeared in the TV shows, right?” She twitched her lips in confusion and shrugged. “Whatever. Just wish me good luck.”

She grabbed his collar in the direction of the door but before that she glanced up to the photograph again. A hard lump was formed on her throat re-imagining the scene in which they could leave together but instead... she was going alone. A small and a sad smile tugged on her lips as if he was there too, smiling widely at her and wishing ‘good luck’ and giving a blow kiss while saying ‘I love you’.

Unfortunately the blue-eyed husky was cooing sadly after the owner left him to her neighbour Lola and her husband Mike and he really needed to fit into the new adjustment of lifestyle.

Klaw wanted so badly to drive her car to the hospital because she knew now all the streets of Boston but changed her mind in the last minute to go the metro line that wasn’t far away from her neighbourhood and it took at least 20 minutes. While she was seating in front of the window she opened her messages that popped up on her phone and she frowned in suspicion for who might’ve been. Then she chuckled softly. It was nonetheless than her friends.

Klaw scoffed.

Of course Imy would bring up those numbers as a reminder.

14.09.1995- her 25th birthday.

But she had already discussed with them to not wish her and to not make any presents despite Imy’s insistence to try to forget what happened two years ago that had wrapped their minds for a long time. But there wasn’t enough for forgetting and she still wasn’t ready to move on to another point of her life. She was afraid that if she believed in love again- she would lose it. Just like with Clay and Alex she didn’t want to experience another heartbreak or another trauma.

The great building of Edenbrook Hospital in the heart of Boston Massachusetts appeared in front of her now, where her life wouldn’t be the same again. She felt her quickened heartbeats and her tightened chest by the view and still couldn’t believe she was now a doctor. She shook her head in disbelief again while chuckling.

Well well Dr. Craig, seems like the beginning of everything to you, isn’t it? Just don’t try to kill anyone today. Keep your punches off to yourself.

Everyone were hurrying up and looked they were all in a moment of a rush. She took long stride steps while ogling to the new settlement which later she would call it home. Klaw could hear the urgency of nurses while taking IV’s with themselves to the patients, two doctors wheeling their patients who seemed to have done a transplant operation before, the receptionists talking to the phones and writing the names of those who wanted to leave a meeting with their doctors. Even though this gave her a lightened moment to truly appreciate, she felt lost and didn’t know where to go so she tilted her head to the sides almost panicking.

Is this how all of the interns have been before?

“Are you new here?”

A guy in violet scrubs asked her gently behind her back so she turned around only to see him smile.

“Uhm, yeah I am.”

“That’s pretty good! Are you our new nurse from Delaware?”

She chuckled. “No, actually I’m a surgical intern from London.”

“Oh, sorry.” He said sheepishly. “I’ve been asking all the new female faces here and all of them turned to be interns because we were waiting for a new internal nurse but seems like she’s vanished.” They both shared a laugh. “By the way my name’s Danny Cardinal.”

They shook their hands while nodding. “And I’m Klaudia Craig but please call me Klaw instead ‘cause there’s a loooong story about that.”

“Klaudia Craig... just give me a second to check the list.” Danny run his index finger while murmuring her name until he flipped the other page and her name was the last. “Ha! I found you... Klaudia Helena Craig, the tick is in the box. If I’m right you’re the last doctor who has applied here?”

“Uhm, yeah.” She let out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of her neck. “I actually wasn’t sure about this place to apply but- here I am.”

“Well because of Dr. Delarosa’s absence for the moment I’ll do you a quick guide.”

Danny was such a nice guy and now the first friend Klaw made in this hospital. She could see his cheeks flushed sometimes when he made eye contact with her and later he admitted that this year strangely all the new interns were so attractive. With her back-bag in one shoulder she entered the closet room to change her clothes to green scrubs until she saw a woman in her underwear. Embarrassed that she may be interrupting her, made a quick motion of closing her eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sorry I’m truly sorry!” She waved her hand awkwardly and she thought that was such clueless move.

“It’s alright you can open your eyes.” Her accent let Klaw know that she could be somewhere from India. When she opened her eyes- damn it. Danny wasn’t lying that everyone were attractive. She was the greatest example of a hot woman. “And please don’t you know that this is a closet room or what?” She scoffed. “Are you shy?”

Klaw scoffed aback when her last words teased her. “No, but I don’t think I can invade someone’s privacy and that’s disrespectful y’know... maybe you were doing other things rather than changing clothes.”

“Alexa play “The Final Countdown” by Europe for Jackie Varma getting her butt roasted!” Klaw flinched when a half-naked guy barked in laughter. “I’m feeling sorry for you now Jackson.”

“Shut up Lahela!”

“So my prediction was right.” Klaw nodded slowly in acknowledgement thanks to her observation skills, she could see Jackie’s messed hair despite her efforts to put a proper bun whereas the guy named Lahela had a small glitter on the corner of his lips. And she couldn’t feel any prouder.

“You got a smart mouth sweetie don’t you?” Jackie challenged her by inching dangerously close, their faces mere inches apart. Klaw smirked knowingly and slowly lowered her head.

“I do and you should actually be afraid of me, darling.”

Jackie was caught off guard despite her efforts of staying neutral. This girl was so gorgeous and such a smart ass, she thought. She was wondering how her full lips would fit into hers and how her body would arch in the wall while doing to her the most nasty things. And when she got that look- god she thought- she looked even more sexy.

Stop it Jackie.

“I like this girl, she’s just my type.” Lahela added. “Can we please have a threesome?”

“Bryce!” Jackie shouted angrily. “That’s enough!”

So his name is Bryce.

Klaw felt her jaw tightening even though she knew that he was just messing with them. “Only in your dreams big boy.”

“Ouch you are hurting my feelings right now. Look, no one can resist my handsome face... and not even you pretty.”

“I’ll show you pretty when you’ll see yourself with your broken bones.” Klaw smiled wickedly.

“Who’s roasted now huh?”Jackie laughed while Bryce was left mouth gaped from this statement. He didn’t think that someone as beautiful as this girl could reject him in one click. She wouldn’t do that, right? Bryce Lahela had never been refused by any of the girls he encountered with- not even from boys who had tried to have an affair with him. This is was the first defeat he got slapped by and it looked like this first day was going to be a hell. But when he looked deeply in the dark and fiery brown eyes of that lady, he had hopes that she wasn’t a bad person. Maybe she was trying to shove him off or who knew... maybe it was a game plan and for that, he wanted to know more of her.

Be careful Bry. ‘Cause this girl is going to be harder than it looks like. What is she doing to me?

“Whilst I appreciate your words Varma I think we should let this girl present herself, right?”

“This time I agree with you.” Jackie was well aware of his changing of subject and in a brief moment she saw the hot guy going pale and silently thought that he had fallen for her. Yuck.

Klaw smiled. “Okay people I’m Dr. Klaudia Craig, a surgical intern with one condition- only if you call me Klaw.”

“Another scalpel jockey here?” Jackie let out her tongue in disgust. “Ewww.”

“Hell yeahhh.” Klaw rolled her eyes while Bryce was offering his hand to shake hers. “Dr. Bryce Lahela graduated at the top of the class 2020 from Harvard University and selected as the best face from all the nerds around the campus with one condition-” he kissed the back of her hand before winking “-be mine already.”

“As tempting as it may be Dr. Lahela I’m afraid I’m not the first one in your flirting list hm?”

Two can play that game, right? Bryce’s cheeks turned to a light pink as if he felt- embarrassed? Why did this girl make him feel like that? What was her real intention? One thing was for sure- she was different and mysterious. Before he could reply Jackie cut him off.

“Shit! Time is ticking! We must go immediately, the whole atrium is expecting us!”

“Who?” Klaw asked confused and with that expression made Jackie eyeing her incredulously.

“Do you live on earth or what? The doctors, our attendees, our bosses!” Klaw nodded slowly in acknowledgment since she was right. She lived in Moon. “Hurry up, we need to change!”

All of the interns were gathered as they were waiting for the attendees to come at any minute. Lots of unknown faces were about to work together in this place and lots of things were going to change forever their lives. Daniel Griffin appeared among them giving Klaw a small smile but also a relieved one. He still was worried with the yesterday’s incidence where she fought with some random street girls and almost she was caught by the police. He couldn’t ask her if she was okay because she wouldn’t tell him anyway so the only thing that caught his attention was that she was coming with other two strange guys. Not long after that his girlfriend Imy joined them and greeted with a warm smile that always crossed on her face which was why Dan fell in love with her. Again Jackie was disappointed that they were other scalpel jockeys and couldn’t wait to meet colleagues on her profile. The attendees were coming towards them with an assurance and a determination that Klaw felt a shiver on her spine. She spotted her brother (her guardian angel) Simon beside a woman who seemed to be a very important person in the hospital alongside with four other doctors whom Klaw tried to guess if one of them was Ethan Ramsey with the exception of the curly woman.

Or tried to guess- who was the surgeon she was looking after all these years?

“May I have your attention please?” The curly woman spoke up, trying her best to keep her calmness while everyone were speaking aloud until another grunting voice made them startled and turn their heads to them.

“Will you shut your fucking mouths and listen now?!”

Silence.

A genuine and a grateful smile came from the woman mouthing to the man her ‘thank you’ and he nodded in acknowledgement.

“Welcome to Edenbrook Hospital everyone! You have come a long way to be in this place and you have to always remind the Hippocrates  Oath: ‘Do no harm’ which is going to be the first thing that comes to your minds. My name is Dr. Ines Delarosa and by my side is Dr. Zaid Mirani, your senior residents who will guide you in every step of the way.”

“Do not consider this as a favour because if you do, then you have to forget your big sacrifices to come here.”

When Zaid almost chewed them with his sentence, Ines tried to lighten up the mood. “But also we’re not the only doctors here- please welcome our surgeons Dr. Harper Emery, Dr. Simon Tennant and Dr. Edgar Allen!”

The speech was started by Harper who stood between the males giving her the authority that she deserved as she looked intensely to every intern.

“Thank you Dr. Delarosa. Again welcome to the most prestigious and the most competitive hospital in our country! I hope all of you have been prepared for this day and for more to come. I’m delighted to work as a neurosurgeon to help and to teach you how important is and what it means to be a surgeon. Mostly about our surgical interns- you will be tasked with a lot of cases from the easiest ones to the most complicated ones. And you have to remind yourselves that you must not neglect any patient because they are all equal and they need the same treatments. I think the doctors would agree-” her eyes flicked immediately to Simon’s, ignoring Edgar’s purposely. “- right?”

“Yes Dr. Emery especially after this looong speech everyone here is more motivated, right?” He mocked playfully while Harper was rolling her eyes.

You'll never change Simon.

“Hi! I’m Dr. Tennant as Dr. Delarosa previously mentioned and I’m a cardio thoracic surgeon, currently the chief of Cardiology Department. Which means that if you notice your heart quickening its heartbeats or if you notice that is breaking into two halves- feel free to swing by my office or in the O.R to fix it.” A laughter was heard among the interns who seemed to be more relaxed and many whispers said that he was going to be their God’s sent angel- which clearly he was. “Jokes aside- this year was the most difficult time to choose the ones you are here because of competitiveness and the strong knowledge you came from your universities, ranked at the top of your classes. What I want to say is- nothing is impossible. Everything can be achieved with work and passion for medicine if you feel it here.” He patted his chest lightly. “But if not-” he shook his head even though his smile didn’t disappear. “- then you weren’t ready for these days.”

A knowing look crossed Klaw’s face; she knew where his limits were when it came to being professional especially in medicine. He wouldn’t tolerate anyone who made unacceptable mistakes and everyone would see his worst side and wonder how this man could change so quickly- something that she was used to.

“Alright.” Harper was nodding and giving an eye to everyone and turned her gaze to the older man. “Do you want to add something Dr. Banerji?”

That’s when Ines realised that she had totally forgotten to mention Dr. Banerji’s name because of Zaid’s distraction.

So he’s Dr. Naveen Banerji- the person who accepted my application.

“Yes, thank you Harper. Well, hello everybody, for all of those who don’t know me yet- I’m Dr. Naveen Banerji the Chief of Medicine, but my real job is general surgeon which I’m very good at it rather than being a chief.” He chuckled and Klaw thought this man was truly like a father to all the interns. “I’m very happy that we have chosen the best students for our non-profit hospital and especially those who’ve already done a big difference during medical school.” Klaw didn’t notice it as Bryce whispered in her ear but Naveen gave her a briefing look before he continued what he was saying. “I hope everyone will get themselves accommodated, making new relationships uh-I meant strictly professional and friendly partnerships.” Everyone shared a laugh. “What I want to say is- if you want to be successful to your job you must at first be humans. If you want to understand the patients you must understand yourselves. And finally as Dr. Ramsey would say you should observe everyone.” Again it was heard a big laughter as he did an impression on him. “Anyways, you will have the chance to know him, now I must go back to work as you should do the same. Have a nice day doctors! We’re expecting the best from you.”

“Thank you Dr. Banerji!” When Naveen and Harper left another attending came in front of the other doctors- Dr. Edgar Allen.

“So, I think now that we have done our pleasantries, I’d like to call the surgical interns names to assign their cases whereas you internal medicine will be assigned under Dr. Delarosa’s and Dr. Mirani’s. Understood?”Everyone nodded and from the looks of it he was the harshest doctor they have encountered by far, leaving Zaid out of the black list.

“I despise this man so much.” Zaid grumbled under his breath enough for Ines to hear it.

“Don’t worry Zaid.” She assured him again with that infectious smile which made him less angry than he was. “He’s always like that. We can’t change someone’s personality hm?” He nodded in agreement.

Before calling the names Simon came closer to Edgar clearly not liking the way he was prodding.

“Shouldn’t you be less grumpy among them? It’s their first day and they don’t deserve this kind of treatment.”

“Hmph. Or what else is going to happen Dr. Tennant? I’m really curious about it ‘cause right now I’m shaking from your concern for such minions.”

Simon felt his narrowed eyes dagger in Edgar’s saying in a hushed tone. “Watch your language Dr. Allen and may I remind you where did your internship start huh?”

“Mass Kenmore.”

“Exactly. So if it wasn’t for Dr. Thorne’s insistence because you saved his life- your ass wouldn’t even reach in this position without him.” Edgar clenched his teeth in frustration knowing fully well that everything what Simon was saying was true. “Now you can continue doctor.”

With that Simon trailed off without sparing a glance to the worried look of interns noticing their little exchange not knowing what was said between them.

Klaw kept wondering where actually Dr. Ethan Ramsey was as he didn’t show up and was nowhere to be seen until Ines answered the same question raised by another intern who seemed to be just as curious as her.

“About Dr. Ramsey, we’re expecting him to come today from the Miami’s conference, so you don’t have to worry- you’ll meet him soon.” She assured the shy blonde guy who seemed to be more relieved now.

But still Klaw had gears on her mind about it if Dr. Ramsey would be present.

And how do we say it?

Some things happen in the most unexpected ways.

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Chapter 2: “First Impressions”

[fics-not-tragedies]

She does the woods

I am sorry for being so inactive recently, but life, work and Christmas happened and I had too many things to take care of. But we’re in a new year guys! So I decided to share with y’all my latest fic. If anyone’s curious it’s inspired by this song.

SUMMARY: You spend a small vacation with John in the woods somewhere and you decide to go on a long walk with him. Words:  1511; Warnings: smut in the woods;

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The rain was falling down like in a slow motion through the juicy green leaves. You were shielded by your purple raincoat with your buttoned skirt and silky blouse underneath it. It was gloomy, even though the sun was shining through the gaps between the trees. You two wandered deep into the forest and the casual walk turned into a long hike.

As if you wanted to play with John you kept hiding behind the trees, waiting for him to find you and kiss your lips deeply. And he did every time, smashing his lips with yours with such passion, that you wanted him to take you right here, with your back pressed against the wide trunk of the nearest pine tree.

Those moments of joy were happening rarely in the recent months, since John was taking too many jobs, like he still needed to prove everyone around that he’s the best of them all. You two knew that he didn’t had to overdo himself like he always did, so when he said that he’s taking a small vacation, so he could spend some time with you in the lovely cabin located somewhere far from any civilization.

You giggled when he slipped his hands under your raincoat, his calloused fingertips squeezed your nipples through your blouse toying with them for a moment before he let his hands wander down your body. When you moved his hands away from your hips John gave you a confused look, one of his eyebrow raised with question, so you just simply grabbed his hand and pulled him deeper into the woods.

His lustful gaze definitely wandered to your ass, because you could feel the intense stare of his dark eyes on your butt, that kept peeking from the slightly too short skirt. Of course you wouldn’t wear it going to a family meeting or an official event, but it was perfect when it was just you and John going somewhere and you really wanted to tease him. And you knew he fucking loved it. 

John squeezed your hand and you looked at him over your shoulder. His hair was wet from the rain or maybe it was sweaty from all of the running you two just did, he had few fallen leaves stuck in it which looked extremely cute with the messy hair, but there was a devilish grin forming on his lips. You smiled to yourself well aware of what will come shortly after it.

You two ran out of the edge of the forest right into a small meadow with long grass. There was a river flowing not far from where you were standing, because you heard the water burbling somewhere close.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and attacked his lips with yours, crushing them with such passion you didn’t knew you were capable of having.

“Mmmm...” he moaned softly into your lips and tugged on your raincoat showing you that he wants you to take it off. You moved your arms from his neck and let the purple raincoat fell from them into the grass. John groped your breasts receiving a gasp that escaped your lips. He moved his hands to your thighs and slipped one under your skirt.

You bucked your hips towards his touch, as he moved his lips onto your neck, sucking on it harshly, “So eager, so impatient… aren’t you all that darling?” John mumbled into your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I have a better idea” you said taking few steps backwards, slowly moving away from him, as you left him with mouth slightly agape and arms raised in the air like he was silently asking you what the fuck are you doing right now. Giggling you undid all of the buttons on your blouse, then on your skirt discarding them into the grass.

And you had nothing underneath.

John eyes grew wide as he saw you standing naked right in front of him.

“Catch me… if you can John” you said and ran into the river that was at the end of the small grass patch between the woods. The water was cold, but it felt nice on your body that burned with desire for him.

Turning around you saw him taking of his clothes in a rush, almost falling into the water while he was struggling to take off his tight pants. You wandered deeper, the water covering half of your breasts now.

He stood at the shallows, dipping his feet slowly into the water. Looking at you and licking his lips he gave himself a few tugs. He was rock hard and probably dying to fuck you right now.

You were such a tease today, never letting him get what he wants from the moment you entered the woods. His hands wandered on your body, but never got to the places when he wanted to feel them.

And now he was desperate to slip his fingers inside you, feel the warmth envelop them, feel how wet you already were for him.

John got to the place where you were standing, grabbed you by your hips and pulled you flush against his body. His dick brushed at your entrance and you groaned.

This was fucking wild.

“Too much teasing for today” he moved his hand from your hip and slid it between your legs. Toying with your folds, he slipped his fingers inside your entrance.

“FUCK!” the curse that escaped your lips echoed in the whole forest.

“Don’t scare the wildlife, darling” John said leaving bruises all over your neck, his free hand gripping your side firmly, “Everything is so fucking wet” he said, moving his fingers inside you. You squirmed under his touch and moaned his name when they reached the pulsing spot inside you.

“J-John... I-I need...” you tilted your head backwards, his hand reached for your hair and pulled at it making you scream his name. Your eyes remained closed, so you didn’t saw it, but you could bet he smiled, hearing the way his name escaped from your lips, “Fuck” you mumbled, slowly getting back into the reality and pulling both of you from the river. Grabbing his hand you both stood at the dirt next to it.

“Fucking take me John. And better do it right fucking now!” you said, lying on the dirt on your back. He eyed your body from head to your toes and got on top of you. Without a warning John slid his cock inside you, making you moan loudly.

Grabbing a handful of your hair, he twisted it around his wrist and pulled it hard. John buried himself deep inside you and your nails scratched the ground next to your sides, as his lips sucked hard on your neck while he was slamming your walls really hard.

You wrapped your legs around his hips to push him closer to yourself, making him slide deeper inside you.

“F-fuck John!” you screamed, when you felt your orgasm coming slowly, wrapping your legs tighter around him. He pulled himself out of you, making you gasp at the empty feeling.

He turned you onto your stomach and slammed himself right back into you. Still gripping your hair roughly he leaned closer to you and you could feel the weight of his body on your back, as you were laying under him on all fours. John squeezed and twisted your nipple with his free hand making you moan louder.

“F-fuck me harder… John p-please” you groaned. A quick smack landed on your ass and then he repeated it three more times, making you whimper every time his hand collided with the skin on your bare ass. He picked up faster pace and at that angle his cock was hitting the soft bundle of nerves with every movement he made inside you.

He moved his hand from your ass to between your legs and rubbed your clit harshly. 

“Oh, fuck, darling, I-I’m gonna...” John breathed against the back of your neck as your walls clenched around him. When you were still riding your highs he came deep inside you, fucking you through your climax.

John rose to his feet behind you and you rolled onto your back panting. You both breathed like you just run a fucking maraton.

“Look like you have trouble written in dirt on your knees” he laughed almost soundless.

“You’re a fucking trouble John. And I love it” you winked at him, making him chuckle. “Better find my clothes, please John” you batted your eyelashes at him and he just rolled his eyes smiling.

“Everything for you, darling…” he winked at you, full of charm as he always was and you just rolled over onto you stomach to look at him walking between the tall grass and the small bushes in search for your clothes.

His ass looked delicious. Like a ripe peach. And you wanted to touch it.

You wanted to do it badly.

And you were in a mood for more.

The gloomy, wet woods really made you horny.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine Erik’s reaction hen the reader says another mans name while they fuckin, only to receive him even more so.

Imagine: Reader saying another dude name while fucking Erik and he give her MORE of the business to teach her a lesson.

————-

Erik was on his usual “hit her up when I want some” type of shit. She was dick whipped for a while but now that the nigga wasn’t supplying anything further she wasn’t as jumpy and jittery like before. It was around 9:45 pm, she was laid up in her unicorn onsie that she got from Fashion Nova, eating some caramel maple ice cream and watching a little Netflix. It was her down time after studying for three hours straight but now that a sex scene popped up on screen (minus the two minute pump) she was horny as all hell. Y/N looked down at her clothed pussy with a smoldering scowl.

Reader: Here you go betraying me. Now you all wet and shit.

Rolling her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose with her long tips painted bright orange, she hoped that her thoughts about future exams and projects for school would simmer the heat and dry up the wetness between her legs. Pussy was practically crying in her panties for some dick. As it was mentioned before ERIK was on a mission. Three quick text chimes rang out from her IPhone X, Y/N looking over with interest. Picking up the phone, she pressed down on the text thread titled “Daddy Kill”.

Reader: This nigga...

More like just in time nigga

Reader: *texts* Hey Dork. Tired of sitting up watching One Punch Man?

Erik: *texts* Remember you referring to the dork whose dick you love riding mini stallion.

He always called Y/N mini stallion because she was obsessed with Megan Thee Stallion and all things riding dick. Ignoring his new little nick name, Y/N cuts to the chase.

Reader: *texts* So when you coming over?

Erik: *texts* 3, 2, 1

*KNOCK KNOCK*

He was full of surprises. Pausing her Netflix Y/N made it to the door, opening it to see Erik in his “Let me hop in the whip and get some pussy” attire. B-ball shorts, hoodie, and low cut vans. This time the red and white sk8 highs. They greeted eachother with their eyes, scanning each others bodies. It’s been a while. Y/N missed Erik’s good dick. It was always nasty rough sex with him. When he came over it was really to fuck. Y/N didn’t mind, she liked it that way. She liked it wild and dirty sometimes. Erik was different from the other guy...

Erik: You dome gawking at me shorty or you tryna get naked?

Reader: *steps to the side* Well come in then. We ain’t fucking in the doorway are we?

Erik: I mean... *invades her space, grabbing two hand fulls of booty* We can. But you ain’t like that though.

Y/N chose to ignore that, initiating the sex by grabbing his dick and squeezing.

Reader: Just shut up and fuck me like you always do. I need it.

Her conscious was laughing at her right now. This bitch was giving in to no good ass Erik with the big dick.

Erik: Damn, what’s up witchu? *bites lip*

Reader: I just need some dick. Fill my mind with some nasty shit I’m tired of thinking about statistics and biology.

Erik: okay, Baby girl. Daddy gotchu. I promise.

Every time he said he promise, it was gonna be some shit.

————

Reader: *cries out* AHHH, shit, yes!

Erik: *grabs wrists from behind* Keep that arch in your fucking back, Y/N, I’m not playing. I know it’s been a minute but take this dick!

Reader: SHIT- it’s so damn big!

Erik: Yeah, I know I’m deep baby. This pussy so good I gotta go deep.

He went in on her like he wasn’t tired. Y/N cried into her pillow, taking the dick even though the pressure in her stomach was unbelievable. Her eyes closed, mind wandering to last time she came during doggie style. She was thinking about sex while having sex. Her pussy got wetter then.

Erik: This Daddy pussy, Y/N.

Reader: Yes! Shit...okay okay! Damn it’s too much Daddy

Erik: *pounds slow and deep* Better?

She sighed in contempt. She could feel every vein in his dick. Her pussy seemed to squeeze him more like this. Her eyes went low, mouth parted slightly. This felt so good. Her body automatically arched for him and it made his hands smack her ass cheeks. That sparked another memory.

Erik: Fuck, I love watching the way my dick go in and out the pussy. You making a mess on me. *groans*

Reader: mmm...Terrell...

Erik:....*pauses*

Reader: why you stop? *twerks ass back on him*

Erik: *stops with a hard squeeze of her ass* Wait...what did you just say, Y/N?

His voice was even and dangerous. Y/N blinked, confused for a split second until she went big eyed and stiff. Dammit...she hadn’t expected that. Erik changed up his pace while fucking her, reminding her of Terrell, her classmate in Chemistry. He was more gentle and soft with his strokes, saying sweet things in low whispers while stroking her slow. It’s been a while since sex, maybe a little over two weeks but it never left her mind. Maybe that’s why she hadn’t been so enthusiastic with Erik’s texts. Her mind was on Terrell fucking her from behind all slow while his hands spread her open wide. Her pussy jerked on Erik’s dick and the slap to her ass after that had her screaming.

Erik:WHO THE FUCK IS TERRELL?! Last time I fucking checked my name was Erik. You fucked another nigga, Y/N? You let another nigga fuck this phat pussy? I bet he a punk ass nigga.

Reader: Erik... *lifts up, turning around with embarrassment* I’m sorry...it’s just the way you fucked slow made me think of him. And you fuck other bitches so what’s the point?

Erik: I don’t Y/N. I don’t have time to keep up with other bitches. I got more important shit on my mind. I’m only fucking you *glares at her*

Reader: YOUR NOT MY MAN!

Erik: *flips her over on her back, face close to hers with rage* I’m not? Didn’t I just tell you this is my pussy? *pulls hair by pony tail to make her look at him* Didn’t I say that shit? This is my fucking pussy, Y/N. And the fact that you let some other nigga fuck into my shit...

Erik removed his hand from her hair, grabbing her by the thighs and spreading her. Y/N was thrown for a loop. She expected him to argue her down and leave but he still wanted sex? She didn’t know what to say or do. Shocked really.

Erik: since you can’t remember who dick you supposed to be sucking and fucking I gotta remind you. And no, I’m not taking it nice and slow. I’m taking it rough and deep.

Reader: *stiffens* Erik-

Erik: SHUT the fuck up...

Reader: *snaps mouth shut*

Erik spread her so far she felt like her hip would be displaced. Heart thumping and sweat pouring, Y/N waited with a quivering breath as Erik slip into her deeper and deeper until he was brushing her cervix. There was no where for her to run. He had her on lock and now he was gonna punish her.

Erik: Cum on me like you always do and I’ll fuck you until you can’t stand on two feet.

Reader: E, I’m sorry- *eyes going wide*

He was fucking her alright. Y/N had a clear view of Erik handling her pussy like the bad girl she was. Her moans reached a falsetto, hands pushing at his chest. It was too much to handle.

Reader: ERIK OMG!!!!!

Erik: SHUT UP! Fucking some other nigga *grunts* best the fuck out this pussy...

Reader: *cries* Erik okay I get it! Omg...ooo no!

She clenched her thighs, Erik’s hands holding her legs back, body bouncing with his strokes. She came on him. It was to the point she couldn’t help herself.

Reader: Erik, please! *moans*

Erik: You cumming on my dick after I told you not to? Okay...

He held her behind her head, forcing her into a crunch position, both of their eyes on the way his dick went in and out. She was frozen. Lord he was fucking her up.

Reader: DADDY OKAY!!!!

Erik: too fucking late. Fuck, I’m cumming.

His dick swelled in her, Y/N whimpering at the feeling. Just when she thought it was over he dragged her on top of him. Wrapping his arms around her sweaty body, Erik slipped back in, jerking up into her and making her ass bounce. It was hard to hold on for this particular ride, Erik restraining her arms with his one hand while the other gripped her waist. She clawed, screaming in his ear while he fucked her sensitive pussy.

Erik: Don’t ever do that shit again Y/N. You are mines.

Reader: Ye-Yes! *cries*

Erik: *FUCKS HARDER*

Reader: Daddy!! Daddy no!

Erik: *smiles mischievously* I SEE YOU CUMMING YET AGAIN. Still wanna be a bad little slut? A defiant little nasty bitch? I told you not to cum on me...

This was going to be never ending. Y/N blamed herself while her body was being fucked into at such a rapid pace.

Erik: If your hands and mouth still functioning by tomorrow I want you to give that lame nigga Terrell a call, *SLAPS ASS HARD* and tell him who this pussy belong to, *FUCKS DEEP* and who gets that pussy wet *STROKES FAST*

Reader: OKAY! Yes yes yes! *moans weakly*

Erik: Good girl.

[codename-number3]

Stay, a KuroTsuki fanfic

(I posted this before I posted the story on my ao3 account so if you want to read more click the link for the story https://archiveofourown.org/works/24498505/chapters/59136202)

Chapter 1

A mess. Those were the only two words that were able to wholeheartedly explain the situation. The yelling, the screaming, the tears, the heartbreak. Everything was just a mess. Tsukishima Kei never wanted this, but he knew for weeks that it was coming. He knew what he would see on the other end of the door. He knew of the fight that had brewing for months, and he's known of the cause for much too long. The blond haired middle blocker thought that he was prepared for what he was about to see. But nothing could prepare the nineteen year old boy for the sight of the love of his life, sweaty and panting on top of someone that wasn't him. They didn't notice him at first, well at least, one of them didn't. Kei made eye contact with the brunette with the boobs that were too lopsided to even be remotely real, otherwise known as his boss. And then she gave him a look, a look that conveyed one simple emotion. Pride.

She was proud. She was proud that her own worker caught her underneath his boyfriend. She was proud of what she had been doing with the raven haired boy for months now. There was not an ounce of shame in the older woman. In fact she thought, what was there to be ashamed of? She did no luring, she didn't even try to seduce the man that was pumping into her at this very moment. She only comforted. He arrived at her doorstep late one night, drunk off his ass and mumbling on about how Tsukishima was always at work. To tell the truth, she kept piling work onto the young boy in hopes that his senpai's patience would finally run dry. And one night it did, and she made sure to pick up the pieces. The first time, she was told it would be the last. Then the second, was a "mistake". Soon enough, he stopped giving excuses. Accepting that he found pleasure in his sins. Immediately after they fucked, he got out of bed, put his clothes on, and left without another word. There was an unsaid rule that the brunette was forced to follow, no kissing. None on the neck, chest, cheek, and especially not the lips. She never questioned his reasoning, there was no need to. As long as she still got her pleasure out of it all, it didn't matter.

When she made eye contact with the lanky figure she smirked, licked her lips, and whispered something just loud enough for both boys to hear, "Tetsu, I love you."

The golden orbs widened in shock, his once bright eyes filled with so much hurt and pain, that they overfilled; with fresh tears running down his face the athlete ran. Ignoring the shouts to stop, the pleas to wait, and the guilt ridden apologies, he ran. He wouldn't give Testurou the satisfaction of seeing him cry. So that night, with a trail of tears and broken promises following, Kei ran to Nekoma. It was stupid, he thought. Finding comfort in the place where he had met the person responsible for his broken heart. Kei still remembered the training camp like it was yesterday. He still remembered the hushed whispers, the heated kisses, the late night movies, and most importantly, his laugh. That god forsaken laugh. At first, Kei couldn't stand it. He found it irritating and far too obnoxious. But as time went on, it grew to be the most beautiful melody that tugged at all the right heart strings.

~Flashback~

"Hey, hey, hey!" The voiced roared through Gym 3 as Akaashi followed quietly behind. The two were met with silence as the setter sighed.

"Where the hell are those two this time?"

Little did they know, they were right there. Well, in the storage closet. Kei lightly pushes Tetsurou away to try and meet with their fellow peers but the raven haired boy takes that as a sign to suck harder on the light-toned skin.

"Tetsu, we have to go," Kei quietly moans out, trying to sound stern but not being able to deny himself the pleasure of being claimed by his senpai.

The golden-eyed boy is met with a pair of lustful eyes and in that moment, ignoring all better judgement, he pulls the dominating figure closer and wraps his legs around his waist. The two had been make-out buddies ever since the first night of camp. Both boys with a case of insomnia wandered around the school until their fates collided. And ever since then they've been intoxicated by the simple presence of one another.

Tetsu tugged a bit on the plain white t-shirt, asking for permission from his kohai. This was the first time the pair had ever ventured this far. Everything inside of him was telling him to say no, to reject the middle blocker's advances; but his eyes showed nothing but concern, his touch laced with care and his stance ready to back off if given any sign of discomfort from his partner.

Before Kei was able to give him an answer Tetsurou removed his hand and leaned in. At first the blond thought he was going in for a kiss and was confused on why he stopped when their foreheads met. They stayed like that for a while, neither knowing what to say.

Tetsurou opened his mouth to apologize for his actions but before he could say anything Bokuto kicks open the door, shedding light into the confided space.

"Aha! I knew it, they were fraternizing again," Bokuto exclaims, running away soon after with Tetsurou chasing after him. Leaving Kei leaning against a cart of volleyballs, still trying to comprehend what happened only moments before. After catching his breath he walks onto the volleyball court to see Bokuto on the floor with a cackling raven-haired captain standing over him.

The second that their eyes meet, the older boy turns away. Ashamed of his actions and disappointed in himself for pushing when Kei clearly wasn't ready. It was a simple misunderstanding between the two. The shorter of the pair believing that Tetsurou was frustrated with him for not wanting more. That's how the rest of the day went. Whenever there was the slightest bit of interaction between the two middle blockers, one or the other would find a way to quickly escape the situation.

During the practice matches, neither did well with their thoughts clouded by what happened this morning. The fear of losing one another sinking in and making its roots. The blond reasoned with himself that he wasn't afraid of losing Testurou, just scared of not having anyone to let his frustrations out on. He wasn't gay, he told himself. He couldn't be. The only reason that he felt any form of attraction towards his senpai was because of his annoyance with every one else at the camp. Their sessions were only a venting mechanism that was bound to fail sometime. But then Kei looked at him, his concentration on the match and the grin on his face, and his heart skipped a beat. His mind went blank and he just stared in awe of how captivating the Nekoma captain looked with that glint of excitement in his eyes and his tongue dangling slightly out of his mouth as he analyzed everything that was happening on the court.

Tetsurou catches the younger boy's gaze and holds it, unfamiliar with the look in his eyes. It was; different. Sure he's seen Kei blush out of pleasure and embarrassment, but he just couldn't figure out what was different this time. Before he could put any more thought into it, the rooster-haired boy turns in response to the shouts of his teammates and is met with a face full of volleyball. Kei couldn't help but laugh at the sight. And in that moment, Kuroo Tetsurou decided that he would do anything to hear that laugh again. He didn't care if he got hit with ten more volleyballs and had to sprint up that stupid hill, it was the most imperfectly perfect sound he'd ever heard.

He was escorted to the nurse by the team manager and Kei had no other choice but to pay attention to the match. Every block felt good, relieving him of his stress but no matter what he couldn't stop himself from worrying about Tetsurou. In the back of his mind he knew that he was going to be okay, it was only a nosebleed; but, there was that looming thought of him getting hurt that stuck with him the rest of the afternoon. Kei thought about this morning, and wondered if Tetsurou was starting to get bored of the same old makeouts. And if soon, he would start getting bored with him.

After all the practice games were over, Kei ended up on his porch. He was gladly welcomed in by the boy's parents and made his way up the stairs. He walked into his room with a heavy heart, and pushed the standing figure onto his bed. The blond was now moving quick. Taking both their shirts off before Tetsurou could even bat an eye. His mouth traveled quickly down from his neck to his tan v-line. This wasn't right, something wasn't right. The raven-haired teenager couldn't even process what was happening before feeling a tug at his belt buckle. Before he could say anything to stop the fast-paced undressing, Kei crashed his lips against his. The kiss being different than others, desperate and messy, giving Tetsurou no time to kiss back. It wasn't slow, it wasn't passionate, it wasn't right. It was rushed and needy. The feeling of something wet made the narrow-eyed boy pull back, to the sight of a crying blond hovering over him. 

"I-I'm sorry," Kei muttered, head hanging in shame.

Tetsurou gave him a light smile and carefully lifted his chin up, "I never want you to be sorry for something that you're not ready for. Promise me something," he paused, waiting for confirmation from the younger boy. When given a short nod he continues on, "Promise me that you won't do something that you're not sure of just because you think I expect it from you."

Kei is shocked once again by the third year's careful consideration for him. He leans in slowly and connects their lips. There was less nerves compared to the previous kiss, and much more care. Kei cupped Tetsurou's face with his hands and deepened the kiss, skillfully capturing the third year's bottom lip in his and playfully biting down on the soft flesh. Tetsurou wrapped his arms around the thin figure and pulled him onto his lap, reciprocating with the same amount of passion. Kei opened his mouth ever so slightly, giving Tetsurou's tongue just enough room to deepen the kiss even more. It felt as if Kei didn't have any oxygen left in his lungs, but was unwilling to stop in order to catch his breath. Their lips molded perfectly into one another as their senses were spiraling out of control. They kept on closing the distance that separated them with an urge to be a close as possible before there was little to no distance between the two. Skin against skin as their kisses became more heated. Despite all that was going on, neither had any intention of going further. 

They finally broke apart moments after, gasping for breath with a string of saliva connecting the two swollen lips. While Kei was still trying to catch his breath, Tetsurou began planting light kisses down his neck. He stopped at his collarbone and began moving back up to his ear. When reaching the final destination he takes Kei's earlobe and softly bites on the boy's sensitive spot. Kei couldn't help but moan and dug his nails into Tetsurou's shoulder.

He continued placing delicate kisses all over Kei's face and whispered something ever so softly that it almost went unheard, "I love you."

[quickspinner]

Hey Gorgeous

When you get kinda stuck on the thing you’re supposed to be writing, so you go off the rails and do something completely different, and suddenly you’re 3000 words in and you can’t decide if it was an awful terrible idea or if you have a half a new fic written.

So here’s the beginning to a university delivery boy Luka/stuttery Marinette...thing.

Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (end) | Bonus Scene 

Sequel: Hey Gorgeous: Under Your Skin

Now on AO3

Most of the time, Luka enjoyed his job. He enjoyed the physical activity of pedaling around the beautiful campus, and he enjoyed letting his mind wander in between deliveries. It relaxed him and gave him time to work out melodies or problems or just to contemplate whatever thought was stuck in his brain. Even when the customers were a pain, which was often, the bad days were bearable, and when the weather was nice it was downright enjoyable no matter what people said to him. After all, Luka was pretty good at letting shit go.

However, on this day the weather was not nice. The school year had just begun and summer was still hanging on, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and it was hot. He had a hard time imagining who would even want to eat pizza in this heat, but he tried not to let his exhaustion show as he pulled up in front of the steps of one of the freshman dorms.

The girl sitting on the steps stood up and came down to meet him. Luka flashed her a smile as he got off the bike to retrieve her pizza. He couldn’t help an appreciative glance out of the corner of his eye. Dressed for the heat in shorts and a tank top with her blue-black hair piled on top of her head, a few wet strands sticking to her neck, she was built like a dancer, lean but strong. He turned to her, pizza in hand, and his stomach did a little flip. She was...really cute, damn, with big blue eyes and freckles and sweet pink lips. God what he wouldn’t give to meet a girl like her at a gig instead of on the job, worn out and covered in sweat, smelling like an ever-so-appealing combination of pizza and teenage boy (technically he wasn’t a teenager anymore as of a couple months ago, but he still smelled like one). “Hi,” he said, glad his breathlessness would be attributed the bike. “This for you?”

To his surprise, instead of taking her pizza, she looked up at him and frowned. “You look hot,” she said, and then her eyes widened. “I mean, y-y-you’re s-sweaty. N-n-not to be r-rude, but—“ She made a frustrated noise and buried her face in her hands. Then she looked up and held up both pointer fingers. “W-w-wait h-here!”

She ran inside, leaving Luka standing there in confusion, still holding her pizza. He glanced at his phone nervously, wondering how long he could afford to wait before he had to go on, but before he got really worried she was back again, running down the stairs with a couple of water bottles in her hands.

“Here,” she said, only barely out of breath from the impromptu run, shoving the two bottles into his hand, taking the pizza with the other. Surprised, Luka nearly dropped them, but managed to get a grip on both bottles with his long fingers, despite the condensation quickly gathering on them. They were ice cold. His benefactor has already turned and was halfway up the steps by the time he had dropped one in the basket of his bike and cracked open the other. It tasted heavenly and he was sorely tempted to dump half of it over his head.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Luka called without thinking. She turned, wide-eyed, cheeks pink, and he held up the water with one hand and gave her a two fingered salute with the other. “Thanks!”

She smiled, and hurried back inside. Luka took another drink and then twisted the cap back on, dropped the water in the basket of his bike, and pushed off to get back to his deliveries, smiling broadly.

Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (end) | Bonus Scene 

Sequel: Hey Gorgeous: Under Your Skin

Now on AO3

[alma-berry]

Kit’s Secret Fire Message #14

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Kit hated running.. there was no other way of putting it - he just hated it. Not that it mattered, he did it anyway. 

During the years that passed since he first learned of his angelic heritage, he forced his body into an excruciating training regiment. If he was being honest with himself, a practice Kit made a point of keeping to a minimum, he didn’t hate all forms of training. He liked the feel of a dagger in his hand, how the hilt fit perfectly into his grasp, like his family ring. He still had the Herondale dagger Jace had given him, and he always wondered if there was a special magic to it, a reason for why it’s touch calmed him and why he fought best with it than any other weapon. 

There was something in the physical pain that felt like a safe place for him, a place to let loose and feel the things he didn’t want to feel, without having to acknowledge them. He put his infinite anger, for himself, for his father’s betrayal, for the mother that was taken from him, for the familiar ache of rejection and longing that came every time the moon became just as silver as Ty’s eyes, and poured them with every bit of force that he had, which was now a considerable amount, into his training. Into that pain. Into sweat and bone grinding bone. 

He hated running, but he needed the pain of it. It sharpened his mind, it helped him clear out all of those blurred moments that weighed so heavy on his heart. 

He slowed down just before the entrance to the institute, spotting a dark figure leaned on one of the massive stone pillars that decorated the massive building. 

For some reason, Kit wasn’t surprised to see that it was Ty. He felt that confusing assortment of excitement and hesitance he was growing accustomed to whenever Ty was around. Though Kit wished he didn’t catch him like this, sweaty, disheveled and sleep deprived. 

“Hi.. what are you doing here?” he asked as soon as he got close enough for Ty to hear him, but stayed far enough for him to feel in control. 

Ty seemed to dismiss that idea, and took a step towards him, a blunt defiance in his moves.

“I was waiting for you.” He said in a tone that indicated his annoyance with having to state the obvious. “Do you like running?”

“What? No, I fucking hate it” Kit felt a bit dizzy from the sudden question, “I just had to.. work out some.. things.”

It felt like such a lame explanation, but what was he supposed to say? I was trying to figure out if you even care about me at all, and then there’s the question of how do I stop myself from being a goddamn bomb waiting to explode when I’m around you?

Ty looked like he was seriously considering his words, and said “I understand.”

“You do?” Kit felt weird. He didn’t know much about Ty’s new life.. maybe he developed a habit of jumping out of extremely tall trees whenever he was troubled, though Kit doubted it was the case.

“Yes.. I do.”

A silence fell between them. It wasn’t awkward so much as it was.. charged. Kit felt completely aware of how hard his heart was beating, of his flushed cheeks, and scavenged for something to say.

“So… you never told me, Mina didn’t vandalize Irene, right? She’s pretty bossy for a three years old. We once found Church with a pink bow glued to his head. Best day of my life.”

He was rambling, but Ty only laughed, a soft, honest laugh that lit up his face. 

A light wind caressed them, and his black hair was blown away from his face, revealing his eyes, as they rested on Kit’s jaw.

He was so pale, and the opaque sky of the London morning made his skin shine like porcelain, a delicate, stark white spot in the almost colorless picture that surrounded him. There was still a softness of morning in him, his lips slightly swollen, but when Kit looked at them he could feel the tight band of control he was holding onto with dear life slipping out of his hands like he was trying to hold down water. He ripped his gaze away from the dangerous bow of Ty’s lips to the safety of his own treacherous, callous hands.

“No, actually.. Irene seemed fairly content with her. I admit it was a bit disconcerting.”

Ty lifted his hand and traced a long finger down the curve of Kit’s neck, at the juncture point that connected to his collarbone, where he could undoubtedly feel the war raging on the inside of his skin, fighting desperately to break free. There was no air left in Kit’s lungs, but he couldn’t make himself breath. The touch of Ty’s finger, as slow and deliberate as it was, felt like a sudden blow.

A drop of sweat trickled down in between the softness of Ty’s skin and Kit’s hammering pulse. 

Ty lifted his finger, slim, elegant and wet with Kit’s sweat, and put it to his mouth. 

Kit felt his eyes widen in shocked surprise as Ty said in a measured voice, “You should get a shower”.

“I.. what?” 

Was he hallucinating? Did something in him truly snap, and he was floating unconscious through the Thames? Because this didn’t make sense. It hardly made sense in Kit’s dreams, though it didn’t stop him from dreaming them.

“There’s something I need you to do”

Kit couldn’t utter a single word, he just gaped at Ty, uncomprehending.

“For the investigation, we need your.. special area of expertise”

“My area of expertise?” Ty nodded.

Even in his state of haze, Kit didn’t need to think about it. There was only one thing he knew better than any other Shadowhunter. 

“You need me to go to the shadow market”

Ty flashed his brilliant, mischievous smile, something Kit remembered rarely seeing on him.

“Exactly, Watson. Now do get a shower, it’s rather distracting when you’re all covered in sweat”

At that, he turned and walked towards the institute.

Kit wanted to call after him and ask why was it distracting, but by the time he found his voice, Ty was already inside, leaving Kit shaking all over.

That shower, Kit thought while trying miserably to catch his breath, is going to be a long, long one.

**

Kit was fast, faster than Ty remembered. It was to be expected, he was a grown Shadowhunter, not the scrawny boy who had a hard time keeping up with Ty as they ran down the golden sand of the beach. But he was even faster than other Shadowhunters Ty knew, fully trained Shadowhunters. Someone must have trained him very, very well.

The night was brightly illuminated by a strand of glowing lights, floating all across the busy rows of the shadow market. When Ty decided to follow Kit, he took into consideration that the market he remembered had probably changed quite a bit, but it seemed to be almost unrecognizable. 

Three years ago, there was a menacing, almost feral air to it. Now, the market felt alive. Aisles of cramped stalls stacked with shimmering crystals and colorful tincture bottles labeled with the delighted promises of an eternal love, a failure free luck, and even one that Ty thought was supposed to be a natural stamina boost. 

Kit walked around the narrow path, lingering to greet some of the merchants. A young looking fairy girl with hair as purple as the petals of a Morning Glory that cascaded down her slim figure rushed to her feet as soon as she saw Kit. She eyed him with an interest even Ty found obvious. Her voice was high pitched, animated, and her hands kept twirling the curled of her long hair. Ty never liked purple, but something about the sight of her made him hate the color completely. 

It was obvious Kit knew her. He grinned his deep, unravelling grin, and touched her shoulder lightly in response to something she must have said.

The whole situation felt unsettling to Ty.. and it wasn’t the purple of the girl’s hair, or the tight knot that fastened in his stomach from the sight of the familiarity between them. It was that she was a fairy, and from what Ty had gathered from Jem’s words - the reason Kit was threatened involves fairies. So why wasn’t he taking more care?

Come to think about it, as much as Kit seemed at ease in the market, it was odd that he didn’t even try to keep a low profile. He was, in a way, on a mission. Kit was visibly a Shadowhunter, even with his sleeves down and no marks showing, Ty thought as he pushed between two heavily perfumed vampires, trying follow Kit’s progress without being noticed. 

He wants to be noticed, Ty realized. Clever, allowing the one he searched come to him in his own terms, or her, in that matter. Clever, and dangerous. 

Kit paused near a wide table, a richly embroidered banner spread on top of it, displaying glittering glass jars that changed colors every few seconds. 

Ty took a deep breath and tried to focus his gaze on Kit. It was hard, walking through the crowds like it didn’t mind him, like his head wasn’t about to explode from the pressure of their voices, their steps, their nearness. But he didn’t dare to put his earphones on. He had them on his neck, their weight a small comfort, but he had to be able to act fast. If Kit was in danger, he needed to be able to react. If someone said something to him, or about him, he needed to be able to hear it.

But Kit just stood there, frowning to the the large, mirror like glass. 

He seemed to be debating where to turn, as if he wasn’t sure if to continue where he was headed, or take a different road. 

Abruptly, he took a sharp turn to the left, where the crowd quickly thinned into an obviously, much less populated part of the market. 

Ty was grateful, even though he feared the lack of hiding places meant he might be seen, he still felt the strain loosen in him. 

A tall woman approached Kit, who was studying a handwritten glittered sign that advertised a vintage looking book stall. Ty heard the clicking of her heels before he got a full view of her face - Hypatia Vex. 

She wore an elegant looking, pearl white, split sleeved cocktail pantsuit. It hugged her tall figure and dark skin down to her ankles, shining with every move she took like it was studded with tiny diamonds. A sheath of golden metal caged the narrow of her waist in a way that made Ty wonder about the uncomfortable lengths that people went just to look a certain way. He could appreciate her beauty, but it meant little to him.

“Herondale! Why are you making me look for you around the market?” She asked Kit in a clipped tone. Ty was right, Kit did make her come to him, and it seems he didn’t plan to take that strange turn to this almost abandoned part of the market. Ty wondered why.

“I needed a.. quite surrounding this evening. Less noise, less prowling eyes.”

Kit seemed unsurprised to see her, and he made an exasperated face at her sulky expression. 

“Common Hypatia, don’t be vexed wit-“

“You know perfectly well I don’t appreciate that joke, Kit Herondale. Really, you should work on some new ones. Your reputation is already questionable ever since you had that nightly adventure with the werewolf boy.. what was his name?”

Now Kit did seemed alarmed, “It wasn’t an adventure, nothing happened,” Ty almost thought he looked straight at him when he said it, but a second later a mocking smile crawled to his lips and he was glaring at Hypatia with a defiant expression, “And my reputation is impeccable.” 

“If it was really nothing, than you should definitely have a word with the boy.. because he’s going around for months, saying that you took him to-“

“Hypatia,” Kit’s voice was slightly shaking. Whether it was from anger or something else, Ty didn’t know. He only knew that the knot in his stomach now felt like a massive tangle of twisted thorns, hurting his every breath, his every movement. He wasn’t sure what nightly endeavors meant, but he could make a calculated guess.

“I’m here on business. I need the assistance of the owner of the shadow market.. I need your help.”

“Well..” Hypatia gave him a measuring look, “You don’t usually cut straight to point. What is it that you need, Shadowhunter?”

Kit took a deep breath, looking relieved that he got her to stop talking about his personal life, and told her about the Moloch demons attack, of his suspicion that a sacrifice might be made, and finally, about the danger that could come to a large group of mundane children.

“I need to know if they were seen around downworld. They usually come in groups, which is hard to disguise, especially because of the whole empty eye socket spitting fire thing.”

She gave him a long look before she answered. 

“I don’t like giving information to Nephilim.. but you are different, aren’t you, boy?”

Kit didn’t answer, a shadow darkening his clear sky eyes. 

What did she mean by different? Different in his behavior? Because he was raised at the shadow market?

“Alright,” Hypatia put her hands together in a loud clap and took a step towards Kit.

“There is a warlock named Marvin. Unpleasant sort of fellow, moved here from New York a while ago. He mostly keeps to himself but I had reasons to know him in the past. He goes around in circles that might know of what you seek. You should ask him.”

Hypatia made a tiny flick with her right hand and a golden piece of paper appeared out of thin air. She handed it to Kit, who nodded at her.

“There's no need to mention me, of course. But, if you may, please send my regards to Ragnor Fell, next time you see him,” her starry eyes glittered under the dark silky sky.

“I didn’t see him in years, not since his impressive performance on the imperishable fields. He is kind of hard to get a hold on, since..”

Kit left before she could finish the sentence, leaving Ty alone and confused. He made his way hurriedly back towards the institute, questions rushing through his head like a lightning storm. As he breathed the cool air of the night, a long forgotten memory lingered on his mind. It was something Barnabas Hale once told Kit, in a Los Angeles market;

“We tolerated you because the Shadowhunters hadn’t found you yet. But now they have and it’s a hop, skip and a jump until you find out who you really are“

**

Ty was sitting in the parlor, trying hard to steady his breath. He managed to outrun Kit and sneak back into the institute before the rain started to fall. Though he could have explained his wet hair by claiming he took a shower, or taken a walk out in the rain. Not that Kit would have any reason to question him.. but Ty liked to be prepared.

When the main door creaked open, he sprang to his feet and went out to greet him. He knew he might be better at seeing him only in the morning, but he wanted Kit to know that he waited for him. He planned every move he made since their conversation in his room, specifically to make Kit understand how much he cared for him. 

He rested his hand on the chipped wooden door frame to steady himself, and called for Kit.

“How did it go?” 

Kit gave him a strange, curious look. His hair was wet, glistening with sparks of what seemed like fireflies. Ty remembered how he looked this morning, sweaty and flushed and unbelievably attractive. But now, as beautiful as he was, Kit looked exactly like the mystery that he was. The dimmed lights above them made his skin shine like dark brass, smooth metallic. Ty focused his gaze on an old tapestry depicting the angelic rune that hung right behind Kit.

“Good. I got what we need.”

“Oh, great. Than.. tomorrow at breakfast. You can tell us tomorrow at breakfast.” Ty felt the words cluttering as he tried to speak them. Kit cocked his head to the side and studied him in silence. 

“So good night,” Ty breathed and turned towards the staircase. 

“Ty..” Kit’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but there was a steadiness in it that made Ty feel a hum of uneasiness. 

“I am going to give you the opportunity to explain yourself.” He said it slowly, deliberately. There was no anger in his voice, which calmed Ty by just a fraction, but there was a careful wariness to it.

“I’m.. I don’t know what you-“

“I know you followed me.”

Kit let his words hang between them, clearly waiting for Ty’s response. But Ty didn’t know what to say. How did he see him? He concealed himself from head to toe. 

“I can assume for myself why you did it, but I want you to hear it from you. My assumptions night not be so positive.” Ty risked a look into his eyes, and regretted it immediately. 

There was wistfulness in it, and hurt, but that wasn’t what caught at Ty’s heart. There was hope there. Kit truly wanted Ty to reassure him, to give him a reason that wouldn’t mean a betrayal of his trust. But Ty couldn’t give him that, he couldn’t say the truth, not that the truth would be much of a reassurance. He couldn’t just tell him that he listened on his and Jem’s private conversation about the big secret that he’s hiding, and that he followed him to the shadow market because he guessed there might be a clue there to his mystery. The second reason, him wanting to look after Kit might not be a improvement, but Ty was terrible at lying. He went for the second option.

“It was just a backup. In case something happened.”

Ty looked up into the almost invisible ends of the ceiling, clasping his hands so they won’t show his agitation. 

“You’re either lying to me, or you don’t trust me at all. I honestly don’t know which one is worst.”

Kit’s voice was strained, a thin thread of anger hidden between it’s layers.

“It’s not-“ Ty started, not even knowing what he was about to say.

“It’s not what I think it is? It’s not what you meant? It’s not what it looks like? Come on, Ty.. I’ve seen that movie. I know how it ends. You don’t trust me, so you follow me to the market to see that I don’t mess up your investigation.” Ty opened his mouth to protest but Kit was far ahead of him. “And don’t tell me that you went there to have my back. You’ve seen me take down at least half a dozen Moloch demons with one seraph blade and two daggers, while you guys were chilling in the back. You know what I can do. And you know I don’t need anybody’s help in the shadow market. Isn’t that why you asked me to go there to begin with?”

Kit breathed heavily, and Ty felt the quick rising of his chest like blows handed down upon his heart.

“So tell me, Ty. Am I wrong?” Kit hissed through gritted teeth. Ty searched for words but none came.

“I see. I guess some things never change, right? I remember, you see, what you told me once. Watson is backup.”

There was an immense pain in his voice, steel and stone as it was. Ty lifted his hand towards Kit, but he took a step back, shaking his head.

“No. You don’t get to do that, Ty.” His voice cracked at his name, and Ty felt the slow sting of tears forming in his throat. 

How did he manage to mess this up so badly? And how, how did Kit figured out he was there?

He couldn’t help himself, and the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think better of it.

“How did you know-“

Kit let out a hard, pained laugh.

“How did I know you were following me? Of course that’s what you want to know.. I saw you, Ty. I saw your reflection in the color changing glass jars. I noticed the white band of your headphones poking out of your black hood. You should really consider earphones next time.”

He walked to the entrance door and stopped with his back to Ty. 

“I’m going out now. Please, do not follow me.”

And without looking back at him, he left, slamming the door with a loud bang that Ty felt down to his bones.

[rosa-berberifolia]

Shower|Mortal Kombat x Reader|Erron Black x Insecure/Chubby!Reader

A/N: this short little ditty is part 3 of my Erron Black series.

Be Warned: some naked people but none of the smex.

Word Count: 1200 give or take

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It had been a few days since Erron and you got together. He still kept an eye on you while your brother, Johnny, was away. You had spent the day toiling in your garden, making sure that the herbs and other plants that you used in your potions were doing well: weeding, watering, fertilizing, transplanting. Erron tried to help but he accidentally pulled out a gladiola instead of a weed and so you sent him to the bench, and he just watched you.The work left you sweaty and dirty and you really just wanted to shower. 

After you turned the water on you started to undress. You caught yourself in the mirror, and just like most times you saw yourself, your heart sank. You really did not like the way you looked. Your stomach and thighs were too big with too many stretch marks. Your arms were flabby. You were starting to notice that you were growing a double chin. Your hair was thinning, your skin was dry, you had dark circles under your eyes. You saw all of this in the mirror and you couldn't help the tears that welled up in your eyes as you tried to muffle your sob so that Erron wouldn’t hear it. Quickly you got in the shower and tried to forget about your horrible body.

Why would Erron be with someone that looks like me? You thought to yourself. You remembered what he looked like without his clothes on; basically a sculpture crafted by the universe’s finest artist. His chest, his abs, his arms...his butt; they all made your mouth water and your core quiver at the thought of them. He deserves someone with a better body, and a better face than me. You thought to yourself. The idea of him being happy and satisfied with someone else made you sob before you could stop yourself. You put a hand on the shower wall and just cried into the water. Then you heard the door to the bathroom open and close. 

“Hey darlin’.” You heard Erron’s familiar voice call to you. The sound of metal hitting the floor made its way past the sound of the shower itself. You quickly wiped your tears away and opened the curtain just a little to stick your head out and see what Erron was doing. You saw him undressing in your bathroom.

“What are you doing?” you asked, knowing full well what he was doing.

“I’m joining you.” He said simply. You couldn't help the small smile that crept on your face. But then the thought of him seeing you without clothes again terrified you. What if he finally saw all of the things that you saw? He would finish his job here and then leave as soon as Johnny came back.

Fully naked now, Erron stepped into the shower with you. You turned the front of your body to face away from him as he entered. He cocked his head at you.

“What are you doing?” He asked, inquiring as to why you weren’t facing him,

“Showering.” You said plainly. He eyed you suspiciously. Reaching out he grabbed one of the hands that was wrapped around your torso and pulled you to face him. Your eyes shot down immediately and the expression on your face dropped in sadness.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, growing increasingly concerned about you. You sighed and tried to keep your composure. You wouldn't cry in front of him. And since you couldn't be sad, you grew mad.

“What are you even with me?” You grilled. He looked taken aback by the sudden and curt question.

“What do you mean?” He asked stepping closer to you. You stepped back in response.

“Why would you even want to be with me?” Your voice started to rise. 

“What are you talking about?” Erron’s voice started to rise too in defense.

“LOOK AT ME!” You yelled back at him. His eyebrows knit together in confusion and his jaw dropped in surprise. He said nothing, either from shock or waiting for you to continue. But he was silent. Your breath was labored from your anger. But you continued anyway. “Look at me! I’m fat. I’m balding. I’m turning all scaly. I’m ugly. I look like I haven’t slept in years. I’m weak. I’m moody. I have one discernible skill. One! I have absolutely nothing to offer you. Why are you with me?!” You had started crying but you didn't care. 

Erron’s jaw clenched at your words. His gaze went to the shower wall. It wasn’t until you finished yelling at him that he looked back at you with equally angry eyes.

“Who is filling your head with this garbage? Tell me, because I’ll kill them for ever making you feel less than beautiful.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Well then point the gun at my head because I’d rather my death be quick.” You said crisply. It was at these words that his face fell. The amount of sadness that was written on his was incredible. You were sure that you hadn’t seen anyone that sad except yourself. Erron reached out his arms to hold you. You reluctantly complied with his embrace.

“Y/n?” He said quietly into your ear, kissing just under it gently. “Why would you think such terrible things about yourself?” And at his question you couldn't hold any composure anymore. You started sobbing. Erron shushed you sweetly as he guided you and him to sit down on the shower floor with you in his lap. The warm water fell on you for a few silent minutes before one of you made a sound that wasn't just sobbing. 

“Darlin’, I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. How can you not see what I see?” Erron urged trying to understand what you were going through.

“I just...” You started and wiped your eyes even though you were under the running water and would have to wipe them constantly. You took a steadying breath to gather yourself before continuing to explain how you’ve never really liked the way you looked. And that now that you were the Potions Master you had so many more responsibilities and it was stressing you out. So lately you had been eating and working more, and sleeping less. And the stress was taking its toll on your body.

“Well right now - the way you look right this moment - you are a stunner. The most gorgeous girl in all the realms. As for moody? You’re stressed and you ain’t sleepin’. Of course you’re moody. And as for skills? I’ve spent the last two weeks with ya and I can tell you that you have way more skills that you realize. You’re good with potions, yeah. But you’re also a great cook and gardener. You took such good care of me after I got shot. There isn’t even an wound there anymore. You know more about plants and animals than anyone I’ve met. You’re smart, and sweet, and kind. But you won’t let yourself be pushed around. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.” Erron told you. He brushed some of the wet hair away from your face. It made you smile a little bit. And you smiling made Erron smile. 

“And to be perfectly honest, its taken everything I have to not get a hard on for you right now.” He admitted cheekily and you couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you. 

“There’s my girl.” He encouraged, tipping your head up to his. He pressed his lips to yours dreamily and you couldn't help but kiss back. You smiled at him and he smiled back as he cupped your cheek gently.

“If it takes the rest of my life, I swear that I will make you see how beautiful you are. Inside and out.” Erron promised you. All you could do was smile shyly at him and nod.

[hypnofur1]

Hypnotized at Ikea

Hypnotized at Ikea

By Hypnofur

I laughed to myself as I see Shelly flirting. I can tell by the way she is smiling and playing with her hair that she is flirting. I’m a pretty good looking guy, women flirt with me, I know what it looks like. However, my wife Shelly is not the flirty type. Frankly, I’ve never seen her do it. However, desperate times require desperate measures. I assumed she was flirting because she was desperate.

And these were desperate times. Well, at least as far as holiday travel goes. We were in New Jersey, visiting her parents. We got here Christmas Eve. It was that night that we discovered the bed they had us sleeping in was completely broken. We got no sleep. However, it was Christmas Eve, and yesterday was Christmas. Nothing we could do about it. Plans were made to immediately go to Ikea today, the morning after Christmas. Well, the morning after Christmas turned into the late afternoon after Christmas, which turned into the evening after Christmas. There was a parade of relatives at my in laws today, which made it hard for us to get out. I really, really wanted to buy a new bed for the room we were in, but I couldn’t pull my wife away from visiting with this aunt or this cousin. It was a good 6:00 by the time we got out the house. Even though it was after Christmas, the traffic was still insane. Holiday shoppers must have instantly turned into holiday returners.

By the time we got to the Ikea parking lot, it was like 6:55. It was obvious the employees were walking out of the store to their cars. I was very confused, I thought they were open until 9? I grabbed my phone and investigated. Unfortunately, the Paramus Ikea was open until 9, but the Elizabeth NJ one, which we were currently in, closed at 7. Crap! I desperately did not want to go to another Ikea in this traffic. Plus, I knew damn well that it would take me another two hours after we got back to put the bed together after we got home. I was already tired from putting the kids’ toys together late on Christmas Eve, then of course not sleeping well on the broken bed last night again.

Shelly understood. She was grateful that I was being such a trooper during the time at her parents’ house. She knew we needed to get that bed from here no matter what. She looked at me, with desperation in her eyes and said, “You park the car, I’m going to run in, find the manager and plead our case!”

I dropped her off and tried desperately to find a space. It was murder. I finally found one. As I entered the large store, every employee that saw me made it painfully clear that they were not only NOT the manager, but also that the store was closing. I thought we were out of luck, until I saw Shelly up on floor two. She was near a Christmas tree, talking to a short, pudgy older man. It was then that I saw the flirting. That’s when I laughed to myself. She really wanted to avoid going to Paramus like I did. She must have been trying to flirt her way into getting him to let us make the purchase despite the closed store. We both knew our shopping time was limited. The kids were with my in laws, but it wasn’t long before they would become a handful for them.

“John, this is Todd. He’s the store manager. He’s going to help us.” Shelly says. “Isn’t he amazing?” she adds.

“Uh, yes. Thanks so much” I agree. This is a little weird. She really isn’t much of an actress, and I’ve never really seen her flirt before. She’s acting like he’s Tom Brady or something (she has a thing for Brady). I can tell by the way the sweaty little man is checking her out that he was totally the type of guy who would fall for it. Shelly isn’t a bombshell by any means, but she’s very pretty and fit. She has a great smile. I’m quite sure she was the prettiest customer that had smiled at Todd in quite a while. Though I will say, there is some sort of unnerving look in his eye. I’m not too worried about that though, whatever got me a solid, not broken, bed to sleep in tonight is fine by me.

“Honey, I want to buy this tree, it’s amazing.” Shelly tells me as she points to the decorated tree next to her. It has ornaments for sale all over it. They clearly haven’t been able to sell all of them this Christmas season. Her comment confuses the fuck out of me though. Why would we buy a Christmas tree, the day after Christmas, when we are five hours from home?

“I was just showing Michelle the special pattern that it has.” Todd says, as he presses some buttons on a remote he has in his hands. Is this his deal? Is he going to keep the store open long enough for us to buy the beds, but also strong arm us into buying some of the Christmas inventory he couldn’t move?

Lights on the tree start flashing. Left and right. Faster and faster. It is distracting. He’s talking to me, but he speaks softly. It’s hard to hear him. He’s saying something about keeping up with the lights. Something about following the lights and letting the lights do the work.

Shelly tells me “Follow the lights John. It feels so good. Just listen to HypnoLord’s voice”

Left and right and up and right, the lights keep flashing. They are relentless. Wait, who the fuck is HypnoLord?

I feel a jolt as he pulls my arm and says “Sleep”

I’m vaguely aware of him holding me by the shoulders and rocking me…. Then blackness… then climbing gently out of the hole of my mind before being yanked back down again. Even deeper this time.

Next thing I hear is the number 3 and the word Wake. I’m still standing next to Shelly. We are I feel really relaxed… and horny. HypnoLord is on one of the Ikea benches across from us. He seems so…powerful. I’m intimidated by him.

I look over at Shelly. Is she feeling like I’m feeling? She’s staring at HypnoLord like he’s fucking Brady again. What is happening?

“Michelle, come to me” he commands confidently.

Shelly slowly walks across the room to HypnoLord. She straddles him on the bench and they begin to kiss. I watch intently as they kiss. HypnoLord begins to kiss my wife's neck and ear which causes her to let out some soft moans. His hands now slide down to her hips and caress her ass. He gives each cheek a playful slap. Shelly moans again. HypnoLord slides one of his hands between her legs and begins to slowly caress her crotch over her black jeans. Shelly leans down and begins to kiss and suck on his neck. Why am I not trying to stop this? Maybe because I am so horny? Maybe because it is what HypnoLoad wants? In fact, not only do I not protest, I grab my phone from inside my pocket and begin to take pictures of my wife and her new lover. I don’t’ know why I even think to do this, I’m just so turned on by it all. I want to record it. HypnoLord notices me and stops Shelly. "Turn around," he commands her. Shelly quickly spins around and sits in his lap. HypnoLord slides his hand back between her legs and resumes his work. He whispers something to her. It must have been for her to remove her jeans, because that is what she does. She kicks them off, then sits back down on his lap. Pushing her panties over a bit, he slides two fingers into my wife's wet pussy and begins working them in and out. Shelly moans and throws her head back against him. HypnoLord reaches up with his other hand and takes her breast in his hand. He gives it a couple of hard squeezes through her sweater. This sends my wife over the edge. She moans in staggered breaths as her orgasm rushes through her. She convulses for a moment before falling back into his chest. HypnoLord slides his hands from between her legs and places his fingers against her lips. My wife immediately takes them into her mouth and licks them clean. Shelly has never, ever behaved like this before. She is currently so wanton, so free of inhibitions. "Good girl," HypnoLord says as he pulls his fingers from her mouth. “I think it is time to show you those beds you were after” HypnoLord tells us, and he gets up from the bench. Shelly follows behind him, as do I. He leads us to a section of the now deserted store with the beds. It’s odd, a half hour ago, this was my main focus. Now HypnoLord’s will, and how sexy everything is, has taken all of my focus. "Make sure you take lots of pictures honey." Shelly says. So crazy, she hates pictures of herself. At least, she used to. HypnoLord tells her to take off her sweater and bra and get on the bed. She obeys without hesitation, again looking at him with a starry eyed infatuation. HypnoLord walks over to the edge of the bed and begins to unbutton his shirt. Shelly reaches out and unbuckles his belt and pants. HypnoLord throws the shirt and pants to the floor revealing his bloated stomach. Shelly reaches out and grabs HypnoLord's hips and pulls him closer to her. She begins to kiss his cock through his underwear. Teasing him, she starts at the base and kisses all the way to the tip. Then she begins to lick along the outline of his hard cock. She turns and looks at me. "Is your cock hard honey?" she asks before licking HypnoLord's again. "His definitely is. It’s the most magnificent cock in the world" she says. She’s never, ever spoken like that. She smiles before pulling his underwear down. His hard cock flops out and almost smacks her in the face. She grips his hard shaft and strokes it while slowly caressing his balls with the other. Her strokes start off very slow as she inspects her new toy. HypnoLord steps closer to her and pushes his cock in her face. "Suck my cock," HypnoLord commands. Without hesitation, my wife obeys. She starts working him in and out of her mouth. HypnoLord grabs her hair, soon she is settling into a rhythm. She sucks his cock like a pro, I can’t believe it. She’s never been that confident or enthusiastic the few times she’s done that for me. After a few minutes he pulls his cock from her mouth. A line of spit goes from the tip of his cock to her mouth. She wipes it away and gasps for breath. HypnoLord releases her hair and lies down on the bed next to her. "Let me see those tits," HypnoLord commands. Shelly rolls to her side and again cups her breasts as she sits up. She straddles HypnoLord and slides up until her modest breasts are directly in his face. She slowly removes her hands and allows her breasts to hang freely in front of his face. He reaches out and grabs them both, kneading them in his hands for a moment before leaning up and sucking on her nipples, first the left one and then the right. Shelly throws her head back and gasps. She slides her hand down and begins to play with herself as he continues playing with her breasts. After a minute or two Shelly begins to moan again and appears to be approaching another orgasm. HypnoLord immediately stops and grabs her hand. "Not yet," he says. "Bend over and face your husband," he says. Shelly gets up and positions herself into the doggy position on the bed. I click the record button on the phone to film this moment. Shelly and I lock eyes as HypnoLord positions himself behind her. He places the tip of his cock at her wet slit. Shelly’s mouth opens as his cock begins to enter her. She grips the Ikea display bed tightly and moans as he slowly slides each inch of himself into her. His cock fills her. HypnoLord begins to pump into his cock into my wife. Shelly begins to buck back into him and soon they settle into a rhythm. He gives her ass a good slap on each cheek as he picks up his pace. "Oh my God, his cock is so amazing John," she says in ragged breaths. "Oh … I'm going to cum," she exclaims and begins to buck against him faster. HypnoLord grabs her hips and slams himself into her even harder. The sloppy sounds of their sex fill the room. Shelly puts her head down and begins to shake as her orgasm rushes through her. "Oh god. Fuck me please sir!," she screams before collapsing onto the bed. HypnoLord slows his pace but continues pumping into my wife as she catches her breath. He tells her to tell me how she loves his cock. Shelly looks at me and smiles.

“Mmmm I love his cock," she says. HypnoLord slaps her ass and pulls his cock out. "Lie down on your back," he commands and once again my wife happily obeys his commands. She rolls over and spreads herself open for him. He quickly positions himself between her thighs as she grabs his cock and guides it back into her. She moans as his large manhood fills her. She grabs his head and pulls him down to her. They eagerly kiss as he begins to fuck her. HypnoLord starts with slow, shallow thrusts before working himself deeper into her. Shelly wraps her legs around his thick waist, allowing him to get even deeper into her. HypnoLord picks up his pace and is now slamming himself into her soaking wet pussy. Shelly gasps and begins to scream again as HypnoLord relentlessly fucks her. She cums again but this time he does not slow down to allow her to recover. “Who do you serve?” he asks.

 “You, I serve You!” Shelly responds.

“Who owns you?” he grunts.

 “You do HypnoLord! You own me! I am yours!” she says. I know this to be true, and for some odd reason, it turns me on to no end.

"Where do you want my cum baby?" HypnoLord asks in staggered breaths. "All over my face," Shelly responds. HypnoLord thrusts into her for a few more times before pushing Shelly off of him. She quickly gets down her knees on the floor next to the bed. HypnoLord positions himself next to her and strokes his cock until his hot load explodes from his cock and lands all over my wife's face and chest. He staggers as his orgasm subsides and slowly strokes his cock. Shelly looks at me with a smile on her face. "Take another picture honey," she says. Hypnolord motions as if he wants to take it. I grab my phone from beside the bed and hand it to HypnoLord. He quickly snaps a few pics of my wife and hands it back to me. Shelly reaches out and grabs HypnoLord's cock, still continuing to worship it.

 He is catching his breath as he starts to give us our commands. We buy the bed, but also the Christmas tree. He tells us we will set it up in our bedroom at home, all year round. It will be the tool he uses to continue to control us. He then tells us we will make a post to his blog and post the pictures and videos.

We should have just gone to Paramus.