#i need to keep try to describe it so i can hit the nail on the head

[bunnihearted]

that avpd way of feeling completely disconnected and detached to yourself your body your identity ... im there but am i really? it's like i can see myself thru a glass wall but what im seeing isnt rlly a person, more of a mirage of one. yet it's still there. that hazy feeling of not being able to reach out and grasp the core of who i am, not being able to make out all the lines and details. who am i? im not a person. i have an identity but it's hazy... fuzzy.. unclear. it never is what it looks like it is. it takes different shapes. shine different lamps on it and it'll show different colors. is it really there? am i really here? am i a me? hmm best avoid thinking abt this bc it fills me with such unease

[sttoru]

hi!! could you write smut of sukuna w/ corruption kink x clingy reader? i need to see more of them 🤭🤭

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. smut, pwp. corruption kink. reader is described as clingy cute / innocent. voyeurism?// exhibitionism. double pénetràtion. cowgirl. cream pies. nicknames ‘slut, brat, woman’. combined 2 requests :3

it’s honestly your own fault. you’ve been sticking around sukuna the entire day, clinging onto him like he won’t let you experience the consequences of your own actions.

“eyes on me, brat,” sukuna scoffs, thumb and index roughly turning your chin back. he needs to see your face as he embarrasses you in front of the guests and other concubines standing around the throne.

you’re supposed to feel regret, yet you’re drowning in a state of pure lust. it’s the thrill that keeps your hips going, the ache in them temporarily ignored as you search for that grande moment of euphoria.

you can’t care less about the humans at the bottom of the stairs. they’re grovelling in fear of the king of curses, knowing their heads can fly off if they dare to look up at you two.

it’s a sign of disrespect—a sign that the king of curses can’t care less about what those lowlifes have come to see him for. sukuna’s doing so on purpose, using your clinginess to his advantage.

“hah, what a total slut of a concubine,” sukuna scoffs, leaning his head against one of his hands, elbow propped onto the armrest. this is a punishment for you, though it certainly does not feel like that. even if all attendants in the room can hear you fucking yourself silly on sukuna’s dicks.

you and those sloppy sounds of your two bodies connecting.

you try to hold back your moans, but a rough yank to your hair instantly opens your mouth again. your eyes roll back and your voice spews out. “mhh, my lord—‘s too much,” you whimper, however your body doesn’t stop bouncing on his cocks. sukuna responds by squeezing your middle while he watches his lengths being swallowed by your cunt and ass.

it’s funny how you’ve been reduced to a mess—a toy he can command to do whatever he pleases. your clinginess secretly pleases him, because it reassures him that you’ll do what’s asked of you. sukuna grins lazily, letting you work for it, “too much? tsk. weren’t you the one begging f’ my attention, brat?”

he does have a point. you nod mindlessly whilst his cocks drill into you—leaving no hole empty. your eyes dart to both sides of the throne, where two concubines are situated. you can see them tremble in embarrassment and envy.

sukuna’s showing you off to everyone and they don’t like it; none of the concubines do. they hate the fact that he chose you to show off to everyone else in the room. like you’re the only trophy he’s proud of.

the guests don’t dare to speak either. nor does uraume, who’s politely looking the other way as their master ravages his favorite little concubine. they’re used to his acts of exercising his power.

sukuna keeps a firm grip on your hair, threatening to pull your head back each time you dare look around you. “you have no shame. absolutely zero,” the king of curses says condescendingly. as if the humiliation of being watched isn’t enough, sukuna’s words add to the embarrassment you’re feeling, “cock hungry slut can’t go a minute without being filled, hm?”

your whimpers get louder and your pace grows faster. his fat tips hit your deepest parts over and over again, the stretch threatening to split you in half. you’re too turned on to care. the way sukuna’s staring at you with that menacing glare—his sharp nails digging into your skin so painfully . . . you need it all.

“this ‘s why you’ve been following me ‘round all day long,” sukuna grunts—one hand coming up to free your breasts from the confines of your robes, “y’ just needed to be dicked down.” the flicks against your stiff nipples make you tighten up around his cocks again and again.

you’re nearly screaming because of everything your senses are picking up on. your half lidded eyes catch a glimpse of sukuna’s cocky facial expression and you’re almost pushed over the edge. he’s so smug—knowing he has you in the palm of his hand.

his eyes are luring you in. there’s a hint of something so primal in there - a beast impatiently waiting to be unleashed - one that sukuna is trying his best to suppress.

“aren’t you just cute. . .” sukuna mocks with a dangerous chuckle. his thumb rubs your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth for you to suckle on.

“kehehe, isn’t that what those servants call you? cute.. innocent.. adorable,” he continues, faintly groaning at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his thumb. sukuna cocks his head to the right and your eyes follow. that’s where you spot your maids and lady-in-waiting in a corner.

you feel tears well up in your eyes from both pleasure and humiliation. everyone is seeing and hearing you being claimed by the monster of a curse you’re riding. your maids have always adored your innocence—how you don’t seem to be tainted by sukuna’s advances no matter what. it’s a first to them.

it has been a rumor around the estate for so long; you being the only concubine who can withstand sukuna’s wicked influence. you always seem to stay yourself, your cheery and sweet personality never changing. you’ve been known as the innocent one among all other concubines.

yet here those same maids are, watching your brain being corrupted by sin. you’re so sinfully enjoying how sukuna’s cocks are penetrating you. “n-no, am—fnghh—don’t wanna,” you stammer, speaking to no one in particular. your inner desires clash with your rational mind and your body seems to continue its erotic act.

“don’t you fight it, woman,” sukuna brings your attention back by thrusting his cocks all the way up inside you, balls slapping harshly against your ass. he’s proud with his accomplishments. you’re slowly but surely being tainted by him and it’s so pleasing.

soon enough, that damned innocence of yours is going to disappear. he’s going to turn you into a total slut driven by lust, for him and only him. he’s going to ruin you and your body until all you can think of is the pleasure he can give you.

your nails dig into sukuna’s shoulders. you moan loudly, losing the battle, as expected. the king of curses just knows how to make you give in. he takes great pleasure in seeing you lose yourself, with everyone watching how he strips you from that innocence.

“stupid, nasty fuckin’ thing,” sukuna grunts as the lower pair of his arms hold you by your hips. he halts your movements before starting his own. “y’re mine, ya hear?” he pounds up into you—making you mewl. a chant of his name leaves your lips. you simply cannot stop yourself.

“yes, ‘m yours, my lord!” you moan for everyone to hear. the pink-haired man grins in satisfaction and quickly plunges his cocks in and out of your holes, needing to release himself so he could fully claim you as his in front of the rest.

his dirty cumslut, his tainted and brainless doll.

sukuna wraps all four arms around you, leaving no room for escape. he presses you against him until you’re struggling to breathe. your head is pushed against his shoulder and your insides are being turned into mush. the gooey fluids drip down onto the throne and down the floor.

“fuck. not a drop goes to waste or i’m fuckin’ ya again,” sukuna warns before shooting loads of cum into your womb and up your ass. both your holes are stuffed full of white, sticky semen mixed with your own release. you desperately clench around nothing once sukuna pulls you off his dicks.

you try to reach your hands out towards him as he manoeuvres your body away once he’s finished. the king of curses pins your wrists at your back so he can turn you around on his thighs, forcefully spreading your legs like a trophy he’s showing off on his throne.

one arm wraps around your waist and his chin rests on your right shoulder. sukuna keeps you on his lap and continues to act like he didn’t just completely wreck your insides.

while you’re left in the intense moment, he seems to have moved on already.

“speak,” sukuna orders the humans who’ve witnessed the whole ordeal. their foreheads are stuck on the floor—none of them daring to look up at the sight, like everyone else.

you’re panting and your head is spinning. you’re totally spent. sukuna holds your limp body up on his lap as one hand is busy scooping the excess cum back into your pussy, not wasting a drop like said before.

one of the villagers finally speaks up, stating the reason for their visit to the estate. their voice is muffled due to a loud buzzing in your ear. you’re tired and can’t focus on what’s said either. you just want to sleep. . . in sukuna’s warm embrace, filled and half-naked, for the entire room to see as they continue discussing business as if you’re not even there.

[number1jeonginstan]

can you write about an au where when ppl meet/see their s/o they instantly feel like they need to consummate their bond? and seungmin meets y/n? (its fine if not tho)

A/N: Thank you for your request and sorry for it taking so long :( I really hope you enjoyed it! While writing this, I started getting an idea of making this into a series, so one for each member meeting their soulmate and stuff. I thought it would be neat, but I don’t really know if you guys want that or not, if you do, please tell me! ALSO, I told you guys I will be back on that writing grind (I always keep my promises!!) 

WC: 2.6k

Minors don't interact, 18+

Pairing: College Student!Seungmin x afab! Reader

Warnings: kinda public sex, but not, unprotected sex (are we surprised?), cumming inside of op even though it was their first time, idk what else to add…

The air was thick outside, a light drizzle was hitting the ground as Jeongin and Seungmin were eating their lunch.

“Did you guys fuck?” Seungmin asked bluntly, dipping another fry in the ketchup in front of him. “You know we have to as soon as we touch, it’s so embarrassing though” Jeongin groaned. “How is it embarrassing? She now knows what your dick looks like and you guys can live happily ever after!” he chuckled as Jeongin took a sip of his milkshake. 

“Dude, I don’t understand why we have to have sex as soon as we see our soulmate, the world is a twisted place. Like hypothetically, what if the dude is a virgin and the girl isn’t, or the dude has a micro? Even worse if they are both virgins, like imagine losing it to someone you don’t even know and then having to spend your entire life with them” 

Seungmin just nodded along as Jeongin continued to go on and on. “Like think about it if I didn’t have sex with them, I would have a painful ass boner until we are either 100 miles apart or until I fuck her, not to mention, I can only have sex with them for the rest of our lives and we barely know each other.” 

“I think you are reading too much into it, was she at least nice?” 

“Yeah” Jeongin scratched the back of his neck “she was super sweet, I’m actually going to her place after this for a movie date” 

“Awww, Innie is finally getting play, even though it is forceful” 

Jeongin just rolled his eyes, popping another fry in his mouth. “I better get going, I don’t want to be late”

Seungmin watched him get out of their shared booth, only to almost run into someone and apologize. Seungmin just chuckled, knowing how clumsy his friend was, only to look up and see you. 

He knew you from a few classes, you were also taking photography, but he didn’t believe it was your major seeing as you were only taking the required classes with him. 

Jeongin profusely began apologizing, telling you he really didn’t mean it, you just giggled, telling him that everything was okay and it wasn’t your fault. As you turned around, you spotted Seungmin, and you stopped and looked at him for a second. 

“You are Seungmin from my photography class right?” Seungmin was confused, he didn’t think that you knew him, let alone knew his name. “Oh um, yeah Professor Lee right?” he asked, trying to make it seem like he didn’t know exactly who you were. 

“Yeah, I just wanted to say I love your work. When you showed us your portfolio, I was genuinely blown away. Like seriously, the way you capture the essence of everything around you is breathtaking.” 

Seungmin could feel his ears getting redder, blushing slightly at the way you described his photos. No one had ever admired them the way you were describing them at that moment. “Thank you so much” he stuttered slightly, still a bit embarrassed.

“That actually leads me to my question,” you said, picking at your nails slightly. “Oh? What’s your question?” He asked, placing his chin in the palm of his hands, trying to show to you that you had his full attention. 

“I’m a Journalism major, and I’m trying to work on my photography so I can better capture the essence of what’s going on at that moment in time. That’s why I’m minoring in it, but I feel like I’m just not there. Like sure, I have the camera and everything, but I feel like I’m not conveying the feeling or emotions of the event like you do, so I was going to ask if you could help me?”

You rocked back and forth on your heels waiting for his response, and he simply nodded “Yeah, I would love to help you” 

You grinned “Um, do you want to give me your number, or I can give you mine so we can figure out a time if that’s okay, or if you don’t want to give me yours we can always meet up after class” you continued to ramble on. 

“Give me your phone, I’ll put in my number and just text me right now so I can make sure it went through” 

You simply nodded, handing him your phone. He put in his number, sending a text from your phone to his.

“See, I got it,” he said, holding up his own phone. “Why don’t I text you when I’m free and we can coordinate from there!” 

“Thank you so much Seungmin, like seriously, I really appreciate it!”

Just before he could reply, your friend that you were with called you over to your booth, causing you to wave him goodbye and run over to her. 

“Who was that?” she asked you, looking over the menu in front of her. 

“He’s this really cute dude from my photography class, he said he would help me so I can take better pictures” You grinned to yourself, you had finally got the boy's number you had been fawning over for the semester. 

10:21 PM

Hey, it’s Seungmin Wait, you already know that  You know what, ignore the first two texts  And that one And that one  Shit.  Ummm  I just wanted to say that I am free tomorrow at 2 pm if that works with you. If not, that’s totally fine, we can find another time Anyway, have a good night! 

You giggled at the texts he had just sent you, something about him being flustered over text made you so happy. 

Seungmin rolled around in anguish waiting for your text, he wanted to know your thoughts. Maybe you thought he was crazy sending all those texts and ghosted him or no longer wanted his help. He was about to give up and go to sleep until he got your text. 

10:34 PM

Oh hey Seungmin! Yeah, I think 2 works for me! I’ll bring my camera and stuff, and I’ll text you a good location Also, text me your coffee order, I’ll bring you some

He felt like a schoolgirl with a crush. You were so cute, asking for his coffee order, he just wanted to pinch your cheeks, but that would be weird, right? You guys barely knew each other, he would just watch over you in class and that’s all. 

It was the afternoon and you had set up your camera. You had found this abandoned field a few months ago while just walking around listening to music. You thought it was the perfect spot to practice taking pictures with more emotion. 

You had placed a picnic blanket in the grass big enough to fit 4 people as well as a blanket since it was getting cooler and you didn’t know how long you guys would be there. 

You were waiting for Seungmin, the ice in his Americano slowly melting, the condensation slowly making the cup wetter. When your phone finally showed 2:05, Seungmin showed up. While you were wearing jeans, a white blouse, and a sweater with apples all over it, he was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a flannel. 

“Sorry I’m a little late, I was trying to find this place,” he said, placing his camera bag onto the blanket. He took a step back, fully looking around taking in the view. “How did you find this place? It’s secluded, but absolutely stunning” 

“I was just walking around one day and stumbled over this spot”

You handed him his iced americano, and he took it from your hands graciously. “So, I was thinking that we should practice different emotions, but the same scene, so why don’t we do that?” He took a sip of his drink and then placed it back on the grass.

You simply nodded, getting your camera, and waiting for his instructions. He turned to you and pointed in front of him. It was just some dandelions, it was nothing special, but he went on to explain. 

“Dandelions are one of the very few plants that can grow anywhere and everywhere. Some might see them as a weed, but others may see them as a beautiful flowers that can withstand thousands of weather conditions. Now, think about what you want it to look like as you take the picture”

You did as he said, trying to fully understand the flower in front of you. You took the picture with the intent you had in mind, and you did it. The flower looked bright and powerful compared to the grass that surrounded it. 

“Seungmin I did it!” you jumped up and down, showing him the hug. Before he could react, you gave him a hug, trying to express your gratitude. As you pulled away, it was like a switch had flipped in you. 

For some reason, you could feel yourself get wetter. It was something you had never felt before, it felt uncomfortable, and the only thing you could feel was lust. The same was for Seungmin, all he could feel himself get hard the second you touched him. It wasn’t even just a random hard-on, but it felt so painful like he had to cum that second or else he would die. 

“Seungmin, do you also feel that way?” You asked, feeling a bit scared, but your entire body was tingling like there was no other sensation. You could feel your wetness slowly drip down your thighs and there was no stopping it. “Yeah, fuck, I think it does” 

“Can I please?” he groaned, he couldn’t bear the feeling of not being next to you, on top of you, inside of you. It’s like he could smell your wetness and had to indulge himself in it or else he would die. “Wait, I don’t have a condom, I don’t think we should”

Before he could even continue speaking, you stopped him, shutting him up by kissing his lips. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I think I might just explode” 

You continued to kiss him, taking off your own sweater and pants, leaving you just in your blouse and underwear as he took off his flannel and pants. “But, what if?” 

You stopped him, “I’m clean and am on birth control, if you are clean too then what’s stopping us? The only way this sensation will stop is if we are a hundred miles away from each other and that will take hours, so please just fuck me” 

He groaned, going back to attacking your lips. He laid you on the picnic blanket you had brought, thanking your prior self for bringing it. He moved down to your neck, to the curve of your breasts as he continued to kiss them, pulling down the strap of your bra and blouse in one tug to give him access to your breast. 

He began to tease your nipple, pinching it with his finger as he began to bite marks on your neck, claiming you as his. “Seungmin please stop teasing, I need to feel you in me right now” 

That was all he needed, he pulled his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the distance as well as his boxers. His cock was long, slightly thick, with two veins at the underside of it. You could feel your mouth water as he began to smear the pre-cum leaking from his tip onto the rest of his throbbing cock. 

“Fuck baby, look at what you did to me just with a hug” he groaned. “I could say the same for me,” you said, pulling down your underwear to show your soaked core. 

He looked at your pussy in awe, you were so wet he could easily slip in with no prep. “Fuck, so wet just for me” 

You just nodded, playing with your clit, trying to give yourself some sort of stimulation. “Please Minnie, need your cock so bad” you pleaded, your doe eyes looking up at him. Before he could even register what he was doing, he aligned the tip of his cock, with your hole, slowly putting his cock inside of you. 

You moaned at the sensation, you had never felt so full in your life. Once he had fully sheathed his cock inside of you, he let out a long and sultry moan. “Fuck baby, this pussy is everything” 

Before you could moan in response, he began to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. Your legs wrapped around him, wanting to feel him hit that spot inside of you. “Fuck baby, fuck Minnie you feel so good” you moaned. 

He lifted your hips slightly, causing him to hit that one spot inside of you. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck” you babbled, feeling so close. 

He could feel your walls tighten around his cock, he could tell you were close, so he brought his hand down to your clit, slowly circling it in tandem with his thrusts. That was all you needed to cum. 

You came screaming his name, your legs wrapping tighter around him, not wanting him to stop thrusting into you. “Fuck baby, if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum inside, please let me go” he whined.

You didn’t budge, feeling slightly overstimulated, but that didn’t stop you from begging him to cum inside of you, to fill you with his cum. That was all he needed to reach his peak, his load shooting inside of you, causing you to cum once again, your walls milking him dry. 

He slowly pulled out of you, covering you with the blanket you had brought and wrapping his arms around you. 

You were both covered by the second blanket you had brought. You were thankful for it, it was shielding the both of you from the cool air that would be nipping your skin if you didn’t. 

“Who would have thought the dude I was looking at all of class for the past semester was actually my soulmate?” You said out loud, your head buried into his chest.

He cocked his head slightly to look at you. “What do you mean, I was looking at you in class all the time, I never saw you looking at me?” 

You turned your head up to look at him “So we are both idiots who could have done this earlier if we actually talked to one another?” You asked, giggling a bit about how stupid the two of you were.

“Yeah, I guess so” he chuckled back, placing a kiss on your head. “Shit, my friends are going to tease me relentlessly for this, fucking my soulmate in the middle of a field” He groaned out loud. 

“You guys tell each other when you meet your soulmate?” you asked, a bit confused 

“Yeah, we have a group chat, Jeongin was the first to find his and now I’m second, I wonder how the rest of them are going to find theirs” 

“You should invite me to them,” you said, kissing his lips once again. 

“Baby, if I didn’t they would have kidnapped you and introduced themselves to you” 

You just laughed, running your fingers along his face. “Now that we have gotten over the whole “need to fuck like bunnies” how about we do this again?” 

Before Seungmin could even realize what you meant, you slowly moved on top of him, slipping his already-hardened cock into your soaking pussy. 

“Fuck baby, I’m always ready for round two,” He said, groaning at the way your walls clenched his cock, you were made for him.

[slut4fangs]

"i love you so fuckin' much"

jealous perv!bestfriend!eddie my beloved <3

pairing: eddie munson x female reader

warnings: smut, 18+, eddie is a jealous perv, slapping, dirty talk, friends to lovers, pet names, no use of y/n, the use of 'whore' and 'slut' to describe reader, lightly proofread but i put my whole pussy into this, cheating but this is fictional and sexy so don't get your panties in a twist ily

i think bestfriend!eddie would loose his mind with jealousy if you got a serious boyfriend. sure, he had hookups and dated a few girls. but the moment you announce you're in a serious relationship, eddie feels like you've dropped a fucking bomb on him.

eddie munson was nothing if not clever. his way of keeping you close to his side, no matter who you were dating, was extraordinary. you've dated your fair share of people, that was true, but when Eddie saw how serious you were about this new guy...something in him snapped. so when you come to his house one night to hang out to  watch horror flicks and smoke, eddie can't help but make you question your loyalty to 'what's-his-face...' that's what he referred to him as anyways.

"i mean, i think things could actually be serious between me and him...i can feel it, you know what I mean? has anyone ever made you feel like that," you question eddie,

eddie exhales a puff of smoke on your face and laughs off the question, "what? no fucking way, princess, I'm not really the serious type," eddie admitted. and he was sort of telling the truth, he wasn't willing to be serious with anyone else...if it wasn't you.

"oh, I just thought maybe we could leave hawkins together, me and him. someday, I don't know, maybe i'm being silly," you lean back on the couch cushion and sigh.

he'd scoff at you, "no fucking way, you're joking right," leaning back on his couch. his arm slung over the middle cushion where you sat, not physically able to look him in the eye at the moment. he felt betrayed, you wanted to leave hawkins? without him?

you didn't realize you forgot to answer his question until he yanks on your pony tail to get your attention, "ow, what the hell was that for," you pout at him. why is he being so mean to you right now? you've never seen him this bothered over anything, eddie's eyes were vacant as he trained them on you. you tried staring him down, your pout and teary eyes gave him a sick satisfaction. he wasn't proud of it, but seeing you this upset when he was mad at you made his dick twitch in his tight jeans. i'm going to hell, eddie thinks.

"don't cry on my account, sweetheart. oh and let me guess, your bastard boyfriend doesn't want you hanging out with me anymore," he raises an eyebrow at you. you look down to fiddle with your hands, he had hit the nail on the head with that one. he hated that he was right. "oh my god," eddie laughed in disbelief, smug and cruel, the smile on his face anything but friendly, "that's why you came over here, to tell me we can't hangout anymore? huh? is that it, princess?" he couldn't believe what he was hearing, you had a boyfriend so now he had to disappear from your life. it wasn't fair.

"do you think this is easy on me, i'm trying to find a way for you both to be in my life without hating each other." couldn't he see that you were trying? all he could see is that you needed a harsh reality check.

"fat fucking chance at that, i haven't even met him and i can't stand that prick," eddie's temper flared and heat enveloped his pale cheeks, exhaling smoke through his nose before snuffing his cigarette out like he was mad at it. truth be told he was imagining it was your boyfriend's head he was smothering to ashes.

"just forget i said anything, let's just enjoy this," you cup eddie's knee with your palm and give it a little reassuring squeeze, as if this wasn't the last time you planned to hangout with him because of some controlling boyfriend, some stranger that was going to take you away from him.

eddie sighed and said nothing as he disappeared into the next room, you didn't have any idea as to what he was doing in there until you hear the familiar rattle of his 'lunchbox.' you smiled to yourself, maybe this friendship didn't have to end badly after all.

~

thirty minutes later you two were giggling and talking like nothing life altering just happened. but the topic was of course bound to come up again, how could it not?

"now be honest, are you sure about this guy? he sounds like a total dick, honey," eddie sounded genuinely concerned, but more lighthearted than before which calmed you as much as the weed did.

you bursted out in laughter, unable to control the giddiness, "you said 'dick-honey,'" you laughed and you laughed until your stomach hurt and you fell back on the arm of the couch clutching your tummy.

"hey, what's so funny," eddie leans over you, hovering with his hands caging you into the couch. suddenly you were aware of how close his hands were to your waist, and aware of how delicious he smelled. and how his eyes scanned you face, taking you all in.

"you smell really good," you admit aloud, bubbly and high, Eddie loved when you were like this. all anxiety forgotten, the full body high taking over your system, it was just you and him. no talk of your stupid boyfriend, just two best friends with lethal amounts of chemistry between you. what could go wrong?

eddie hovered above you, wedging himself between your legs until his knee was nudging your clothed pussy. your skirt hiked up exposing your frilly underwear, a small gasp leaving you when eddie looked down to get a better look at your pretty underwear that he thought suited you perfectly.

"nice panties," eddie's voice was low, flirty even. he'd be lying if he said he never got horny when the two of you got high together, almost every time actually. if he only knew how long the feelings had been mutual for all these years.

you try to smooth your skirt to cover yourself but eddie haults your movement with a, "wait, i need a better look at these. haven't seen them before," he looks entranced, unable to tear his eyes away from your lower half. he's scared that if he looks up at your face he'll loose all of his courage and back off. he doesn't want to scare you off, but he also doesn't want to stop.

the words 'haven't seen these before' definitely threw you for a loop, "huh, what do you mean you haven't seen these before? have you been going through my laundry, eddie?"

"no, you wear these cute little skirts all the time. and you're always dropping shit, bending over, driving me crazy," eddie finally looks up at you, "you torture me." he rocks his knee into you and to his surprise you grind yourself back on him, he lets out an incredulous laugh, thinking about how he should've done this ages ago.

'driving me crazy'

'you torture me'

you were giggling in eddies face, looking up at him adoringly and overwhelmed with weed fueled lust he could see it in your eyes. and well, he couldn't help himself if he tried, in a swift motion eddie crashes his lips onto yours, a searing hot kiss that overtook both of your minds. you forgot you were dating someone, forgot about anything other than eddie munson, your best friend who you've always seen as cute, finally kissed you. in the very back of your mind, a little voice in your head was telling you how wrong this was.

"wait, we can't do this," you say pulling back from the kiss, even though you didn't want to, you knew that was the right thing to do. you had to stop before this went any further.

with his right hand holding your face tightly, "why not," eddie's dark eyes bore into yours, the tone of his voice was somewhat annoyed which struck you. eddie's mouth ghosted over yours, "i think we both need this, don't you? your boyfriend couldn't fuck you like I could, i think you know that deep down."

how long has he felt like this about you? he'd never say.

all you could do was let out a small whimper, an overwhelming need to have his hands all over your body enveloped you. you could cut the tension in that room with a knife.

"what was that," eddie mocked you, "i didn't catch that."

you groaned and covered your face with your hands, a poor attempt at hiding the blush on your cheeks. eddie quickly tore your hands away from your face, "use your words, i don't speak brat."

he wanted you to use your words and you did, you said the first words that came to mind, "i want you," it was a small plea. you felt silly, the living room was just full of laughter a few minutes ago and now it was a whole other atmosphere. tense, raw, completely uncharted territory between you and eddie. it was like something had been boiling on the stove for ages at a low simmer, but someone cranked it up to 10 and now it was all boiling over the sides in a hot rush.

eddie laughed, sadistic and proud, he's been waiting for this moment for a long time. "what would your boyfriend say if he saw you right now? i bet he'd call you a slut," eddie smirked down at you and then the tears started again, but this time you couldn't hold them in.

"oh stop crying, i still haven't gotten a chance to meet your new panties," eddie played with the material, snapping the side to your waist and laughing when you yelped. "you're so cute," eddie hooked his arms around your thighs and ran his thumb in small circles on your clit, adding pressure until he heard you moan his name.

"eddie please, i need you," you've never heard yourself this needy before, but you've also never been this turned on before.

"you got me, i'm here," eddie spoke without a mocking tone this time, reminding you he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. once he's taken your underwear off (in record time by the way, he's never been this turned on either) your legs are on his shoulders and he's licking your arousal. his tongue quickly finding it's way to your slit, pumping in and out, his middle and pointer finger working your clit in fast circles you thought you could dissolve right then and there. and what a way to go this would be, it would be like heaven to dissolve with him.

replacing his tongue with his fingers eddie pumps his middle and pointer fingers in and out of you until you're squeezing him, curling his fingers and hitting that special place over and over again. the pleasure building in your stomach is sinful and it builds more when eddie starts to suck on your clit, looking up at you with a devilish look. if eyes could smirk, his were doing just that. the satisfaction of knowing you wanted him so bad that you begged, and you moaned his name so beautifully, it was all going to his head(s). eddie was just as turned on as you, he moaned with his mouth to you, the man was practically making out with your pussy and getting a rise out of it.

you gently tug at eddie's hair as if to say, 'please come up for air before you drown.'

eddie smirks and crawls up to you, brushes your hair out of your face, and says, "i'm keeping these panties by the way," and kisses your lips softly swinging the cotton material over you like a pendulum before stuffing it in his back pocket.

you roll your eyes, "fine but i'm keeping THIS," you say grabbing his bandanna and stuffing it in your bra.

"i'm not above a good pat down, babe," eddie makes a show of taking his jacket off and rolling up the sleeves of his sweater, cracking his knuckles and the whole bit before giving you a full body pat down starting with your tits. "hm, left tit seems to be full of contraband. subject appears to be a foxy thief, noted," eddie talks aloud to himself throughout the whole process, you cant stop laughing, at the end of it you laugh so hard you're crying again. but this time they're happy tears.

once the full body pat down is done eddie makes his way back up to your chest and pulls the handkerchief out with his teeth. "are you aware what this'll cost you," eddie says, only half joking, it will cost you.

"oh no, i'm so scared. i'm sorry i'll do anything, just let me go," you pretend to be under distress. eddie gets a kick out of your acting and it only revvs him up more.

"oh yeah? you'll do anything i want?" eddie's eyebrows raise and his mouth quirks up in a knowing look. you nod your head sheepishly, he moves to tie your wrists together above your head.

you gasp when eddie starts unbuttoning your shirt, it's like every time you feel his breath fan your skin your chills double. talk about senses on fire, you were in the volcano, your cheeks hot and blushed. eddie took his time with you, enjoying every second of this because he didn't know if it would happen again.

eddie takes everything off but your skirt and socks, you nudge his thigh with your foot, "your turn...take em' off show me what you're working with."

eddie laughs and shakes his head shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to the carpet, he's so fucking in love with you it's crazy. you wish you could take his shirt off for him, you're dying to touch him, "let me take off your shirt, please?" cue the big puppy eyes eddie used to never be able to resist, but now that's half the fun, teasing you, working you up and getting you hot. it didn't take long for him to figure out what you liked and what you didn't like.

the truth was you liked everything he did, fuck, you might be in love with him too.

"no, only good girls get to undress me," eddie teases, taking his shirt off and rolling his shoulders a few times before he's holding your face and rubbing his thumb over your cheek. "aw," he pouts, mocking you, "is someone upset?"

you answer him with a scowl and he laughs and slaps your cheek lightly, "you act like a bad girl...you get treated like one," eddie lands another smack to your face but this time it stings...and you love it. he kisses the same cheeks he smacked and soothes his thumb over it again, sweetly this time.

"now," eddie leans back on his knees and starts undoing his belt, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. you think you might die when he unzips himself, "i'm really pent up and you're a brat that drives me crazy, look how hard you made me." eddie palms himself through his jeans, you're seconds away from drooling if he doesn't start touching you again. "do you wanna feel it?" eddie moans when you nod your head yes, "ok, fine i'll untie you. if you'll behave..."

"mhm, i'll behave, i promise. i'll be good," your face lights up when eddie unties your wrists and directs your hand to his cock.

eddie groans, "fuck- you'll be good for me, won't you, babydoll?" eddie pulls down his pants and boxers all in one go, his cock on full display but he can't keep his eyes off you lips. he swears his cock twitches every time you lick your lips at the thought of tasting him.

"i'll be so good for you," you say, one hand pumping his cock and the other on his face, he's whimpering into your mouth as your tongues meet.

"fuck, you're really good at that," eddie rubs his cock up and down your pussy, "mm," eddie speaks between kisses, your hands are holding his waist, encouraging him to sink into you. and when he does, the both of you gasp into each other's mouths, "you're sucha little slut, baby. aren't you?"

"mhm, for you i am," your voice is soft and gentle in his ear. and while he thinks he could bust at any second, eddie knows better and keeps going, relishing this moment.

"you like being my little whore, don't you. dirty girl," eddie sucks on your neck, his tongue licking a stripe up your neck and leaving hickies there, he blows on it and you have chills all over again. you let out a little 'ah' sound at this and eddie thinks he could get used to this.

"i don't like it, i love it," your voice is breathy and sounds so pornographic you almost scare yourself.

"you love it, baby? you love me?" eddie's holding your cheeks again and kissing you sweetly and when your eyes meet you've never seen someone look at you like that before, like they were in love.

that's when it hits you, "i love you so fuckin' much, no one else, just you."

eddie thinks he died and gone to heaven when he replies, "i love you too, i love you so fuckin' much, baby," and comes inside of you when the last word leaves his mouth.

you spend the rest of the night holding each other and talking, then laying in silence, when eddie thinks you've gone to sleep he whispers "i love you," one more time because he loves saying it as much as he loves you.

eddie forgot you talk in your sleep when you reply, "i love you, eddie," his heart almost leaps out of his chest and he swears he's never been happier.

[dulc3vida]

you.

rafe cameron x bunny!reader

part 1. this is my au so don't think too much about canon lore. characters, times, events, ect... might not match but PLEASE JUST ENJOY THE STORY PLEASE JUST GIVE IT A CHANCE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASe

warning: 18+ read at your own risk. this is a dark fic loosely inspired by the tv show you. dubious content lies ahead, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

UNC Chapel Hill: September, Sophomore Year

there was nothing rafe cameron hated more than being tutored. it made him feel stupid, needing someone to explain and break down concepts that others understood easily. ward used to lose his mind trying to find rafe new tutors because in all honesty, when rafe felt cornered or helpless, he got nasty. saying the rudest things that made these well-paid, private tutors basically discard a paycheck, was one of the first times rafe ever felt true power. the first time he ever came close to knowing what his dad felt like, even though his dad had a much better reputation than rafe ever would.

rafe especially hated english. the books were boring and he could never be bothered to sumbit more than a half baked essay regarding the text. that's how he ended up in the study room in the library sitting across from you. he remembered you from class, the TA. you always sat besides prof. callahans desk and you looked younger than any TA he had ever had, probably even his age. your face was familiar but rafe couldn't put his finger on it. you were clean, you smelled good, and your nails were done which meant you had the time and money to take care of that kind of thing when most college students forget to feed themselves. you occasionally looked up from the signup sheet as the minutes ticked 5 past 3pm, where only rafe's name was signed.

"i guess we can start now." you mumbled, flipping your notebook open. "this weeks quiz is going to cover part 1 of crime and punishment. have you... started the reading?"

rafe's hard gaze bored into yours and he shook his head without another word. he was thinking about how cute and neurotic the way you had your notes organized was and how soft you spoke to him. were you scared of him? rafe was intrigued.

"okay, no biggie. we can just start there. did you check out a copy of the book?" you asked, pulling out your own copy that was bursting at the seam with sticky notes and colored tabs. again, rafe wordlessly shook his head. "good thing we're in the library. come on, let's go see if they have any left."

rafe followed close behind you, you could practically feel him breathing down your neck as you walked through rows of books before finding the one you were looking for. you showed rafe how to check a book out before returning to the study room. "okay. let's start."

you began dissecting the book from the very beginning, soft voice describing the historical context of the book. rafe was surprised at how well he was keeping up. it didn't hurt that you were cute, nose all blushed and button, scrunching up whenever you couldn't read your own handwriting in your notes. a pair of clear framed glasses sat on the bridge of your nose which you constantly adjusted due to your eyelashes hitting the glass. you had a habit of licking and biting your lips, applying lipgloss on every "brain break" as you called it. maybe all this time, all he needed was a cute tutor that he could stand looking at.

in between writing notes and flipping through the book, he caught glimpses of a "j" necklace dangling in your cleavage. did your name start with a j?

"what's your name?" rafe asked once the two of you began packing your things up. it was now 7:30 with the sun beginning to set. you told him and he repeated it under his breath.

"my friends call me bunny though." if you're bunny, who is j? you tossed your bag over your shoulder and let your hair down from the claw clip that was holding it up. it billowed over your shoulders and you tucked a few stray strands behind your ears after taking your glasses off. you weren't the shy good girl he met at the beginning of the session, no, you were different. good girl in front of everyone but he knew there was another energy in you that he wanted- no he needed to see. rafe watched you leave, staying a few steps behind, where he could comfortably watch you and before he knew it, you were jumping into the passenger side of a beat up old brown van that pulled up, and leaning over to give whoever was driving a kiss.

rafe felt a familiar, red hot anger wash over him. the first time he felt that anger was when sarah was born and ward wouldn't stop fawning over her. ward basically forgot he had a son when sarah was born which made rafe incredibly insecure. that insecurity built a home inside rafe's heart, where any little inconvenience could turn it into an ugly monster with sharp teeth and a desire to tear everything in sight into fucking pieces. this time, the monster was awakened at the reality of you having a boyfriend.

against his better judgement, rafe ran to his truck the second you took off, speeding down the road he saw you drive down. it took him a minute, but he managed to find the shitbox on wheels you were riding around in. he made sure to stay far enough away to where it didn't seem suspicious, but close enough to where he wouldn't lose you again.

he wouldn't lose you again.

he repeated that phrase to himself as he drove into jacksonville and while he parked his car a few spaces from the van in a place where your little group was fully visible. you came to the beach. there was 3 guys, 1 girl, and you. gone were your leggings, tank top, and cardigan. instead, you donned a pair of cutoff jean shorts, a bikini top, and a huge smile on your face as you settled yourself in the blonde boys lap.

rafe thought he recognized the group you were with, but he was hoping his eyes were just playing tricks. of course, it could never be that simple because rafe did know them. the pogues. what were they doing on the mainland? he hadn't seen them in a while and was getting used to not having to see or smell them other than when he went home for holidays.

jj, he knew worked in the cafeteria ever since he graduated earlier in the spring, which is probably how he met you. rafe had never been fond of jj, in fact, rafe lived to antagonize jj back on the island (if he cared for the cafeteria food, he would probably be in there a lot more to mess with him) so him having you felt like poorly timed karma. to be completely honest, rafe hadn't expected such a dramatic shift of power dynamics when coming to college because now there was at least 10 other rafe's who were dating the girls he should have been dating. he did just fine at parties, more than fine, but he was starting to get tired of drunk girls who just lied there all limp and sweaty or threw up on his dick (happened twice freshman year and he didn't enjoy it like he thought he would). the first decent, eligible girl he meets is getting her pussy dug out by jj maybank of all people and it felt like someone, somewhere was laughing at his misfortune. it almost made him want to give up on you.

almost.

he would never let jj maybank win at anything, let alone your heart. there was just something about you that he couldn't let go. the only thing he couldn't figure out was why everyone else was here too? none of them had a chance of getting into chapel hill. you either had to have perfect grades, be incredibly wealthy, or be a legacy student. thankfully, rafe managed to be 2/3 of those things.

rafe sat back in his seat and just observed you. he cracked his windows open and tried to listen to your conversation but he was too far to hear anything other than laughter and unintelligible voices. he pulled his phone out and typed your name into instagram, easily finding your very public page.

rafe decided to do some digging. he would start at the bottom. scrolling all the way back through a very curated feed (rafe could tell you pick and choose which of your old posts get to stay up and which ones ruin the feed) rafe felt his heart sink.

he knew you.

OBX: Summer 2018

"come on, bunny, i don't wanna go without you." your friend, esther, pleaded. she had been invited to rafe camerons party, a coveted event where anything and everything happened. esther was dating rafe's friend kelce, who invited her to the party.

"you're not even gonna talk to me so what's the point in going." you responded, filing your nails while you laid in bed.

"honestly, when's the last time you really went out? you only ever go to the country club and don't say your parents make you because last time you weren't even with your parents."

"well, the old men buy me drinks if i talk to them and make them laugh. sometimes they give me money. one of them gave me this tiffany bracelet." you stuck your wrist out to show off the silver bracelet with the heart tag which was branded with the company's insignia.

"that's kinda gross." esther scrunched her nose. you only shrugged your shoulders.

"so is going to a party at rafe camerons house. jungle juice is probably roofied" rafe had been the stereotypical jock douchebag who only hung out with other jocks, cheerleaders, or other impossibly gorgeous girls. you saw right through him which is why you never caved. not when he invited you to his lunch table, not when he asked you out, not when he tried to grind against you on the dancefloor at junior prom and called you a bitch when you pushed him away. at some point, rafe stopped trying trying with you and turned his attention and "where my hug at?" energy towards other girls who were much more susceptible.

"so we'll pregame. just please don't make me go alone." in a flash, esther sat on top of you and pinned your arms down while a string of "please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top!" tumbled out of her mouth.

"OKAY!" you had enough, but were still giggling. "i'll go, just get off of me so i can change."

"yay!" esther rolled off of you. "wear the black one, the one that makes you look slutty."

"aren't we supposed to be getting you laid?" you asked, looking through your closet that was practically overflowing with expensive name brands.

esther looked down at her hands. "me and kelce already..."

"no way. really?" she nodded and you squealed rushing over to hug her. "babe i'm so proud of you! wait- why do you need me there then?"

"its the first time i'm meeting his friends and i'm nervous." she explained, now looking through your clothes with you. "i need a buffer, yknow, a cute friend who can keep my boyfriends friends occupied."

you blinked. "so basically, you're whoring me out?"

"you just told me that you talk to old men for money and gifts."

"yeah and they don't even get to see me in my little black dress."

when you arrived at the party, it was in full swing. rafe caneron's parties had a reputation. booze flowed, drugs were shared, and there were enough rooms in the house for every couple to get busy in. it was the perfect haven for teen delinquency.

you were unimpressed, as per usual, with rafe's antics. he had been in the pool when you arrived, a girl on either side of him while he smoked a joint.

"how long do i have to stay?"

"until you start enjoying yourself."

you went to the bar. grabbing a red solo cup, you mixed yourself a drink of cherry vodka and coke. you chugged it, always having the attitude that when it came to alcohol you had to get right to the point. when you finished it, you made yourself another one.

"excuse me." a hand gently placed itself on the small of your back which made you jump. "my bad, didn't mean to scare ya- hey you're esthers friend right?" it was topper. "i just saw her with kelce. i'm topper." he stuck his hand out.

"bunny." you took it.

"whatcha got there?"

"chery vodka and coke."

"nah nah nah- you like the cherry vodka?" you nodded and he took your cup from you. "let me make you a drink."

"okay." you watched his every move as he fixed cherry vodka, cranberry juice, and lime in a brand new cup. "thank you. what is this?"

"it's called a cherry bounce. cheers to you, bunny. hopefully this isn't the last time i see you."

you only smiled at him, tight lipped and gently tapped your cup against his before taking a drink. "topper, this is really good. make me another?"

"you're not even done with that one yet." with that, you drank the rest of your cup. "okay, party girl." he took your cup back and fixed you another. "you wanna dance?"

you hated to admit it, but you actually were having a good time with topper. he was funny, kind, nice to look at, and he was a good dancer. the night was going so good, until esther invited you and topper to sesh with her, kelce, and rafe as the party died down.

it wasn't the sesh that was bad, no, you even managed to be polite and sociable with rafe. it was after the sesh when your drinks had caught up with you and you needed to pee. "esther can you show me where the bathroom is?" you asked but it fell on deaf ears as esther and kelce were mouth fucking.

"c'mon. i'll show you." rafe got up and began walking inside the house without another word. you quickly followed, only wanting to relieve your bladder and be alone for a few minutes to gather yourself and your thoughts that were racing on account of the sativa blunt you had just smoked.

rafe walked up the stairs, basically torturing your bladder with every step until he got into his room. "just use this one."

you were too desperate to argue about whatever his intentions were bringing you here so you went in and almost tripped over yourself getting to the toilet. you made it through, no accidents happening and feeling a lot more gone than when you walked up the stairs.

you stepped back into rafes room and he was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for you. "you okay? you were in there for a while."

"yeah." you stumbled over to sit next to him but he got up and went to his window. "just a little dizzy."

"everyone fell asleep." rafe watched his friends make themselves comfortable on the outside couch on this hot summer night. you climbed over his bed and looked out the window at the sight of your friend asleep on her boyfriend's chest and topper asleep, hugging a pillow.

"do i get a prize?" he cocked his head at you. "for being the last one awake at a rafe cameron party?"

"what do you want?" rafe asked you seriously and you sighed, lying back against his navy blue sheets.

"for you to not be such an asshole." you murmured and stared at the ceiling. "i mean, you're really cute but you ruin it by being... you."

"i knew you had a thing for me." rafe must have only heard half of what you were saying because he was taking his place back next to you on his bed. "c'mere." he patted his lap and it didn't take much more coaxing than that to get you crawling into his lap. he positioned himself the way he wanted you, straddling him with your crotch right on top of his. "been waiting for you to finally come around." he trailed his hands up and down from your waist to your ass. "y'gonna let me inside that pretty pussy babe?" rafe whispered in your ear, sending all your intoxicated arousal straight to your core.

if you had been in a clearer state of mind, you would have never even been in rafe's room, but here you were letting him guide your hips to grind against you through the thin layer of your black lacy panties. your short dress had already ridden up your thighs, exposing you even more than you already were.

unexpectedly, rafe tugged the top of your dress down and leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. when he grazed his teeth against your sensitive, hardened peak, you gasped and jolted against him. "rafe." you whispered, trying to get his attention because your head was spinning. instead, his hand found a place between your legs and pushed your panties to the side, dragging his fingers through your folds and spreading your wetness. he used it to rub your clit in circles, encouraged by your whimpers in his ear. "oh rafe..." you felt your orgasm building quickly due to your drunken state, but you also felt a pit building in your stomach. this felt wrong.

you blinked and you were on your back. your dress had found a place across your stomach and your panties were torn off of you without your knowledge. you closed your eyes, hoping if he thought you were asleep that he would just stop.

of course, things would not be that simple.

while your eyes were closed, rafe got undressed and slipped a condom over his cock. he grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips to prop your pussy up for him at the perfect angle. he took his cock and tapped it against your clit. "wake up, sleepy girl." you only whined and tried to close your legs but he forced himself between them so you couldn't.

your eyes snapped open when you felt the intrusion of his cock. "uhhh..." you let out a mixture of a moan and a whine. the stretch burned because no matter how wet you were, rafe was objectively big, especially the mushroom tip of it. you didn't know if it was the liquor, the weed, or what, but you could basically picture what it looked like based on the way it felt inside you.

rafe gave you no time to adjust and set a punishing pace off the bat. he had one of his large hands splayed over your stomach, pushing down and making you let out a short, loud moan. "let me hear you. wanna hear how good i fuck this pussy." rafe grunted while thrusting in and out.

you, in your state, were incredibly embarrassed no matter how good he hit your spots so you were barely letting any noise escape your mouth.

"always playing hard to get... you're gushing around my cock... and making a mess on my sheets... but you still act all stuck up..." rafe spat at you through his teeth and you let out another high pitched whine. he punctuated each word with a hard thrust, his balls now slapping your ass with vigor. "gotta put you in your place, huh?"

he flipped you over and pulled you onto all fours. his hand splayed across your back this time and pushed your chest into the bed, creating a beautiful arch to your back. "so fuckin pretty." he moaned when the slid back into your tight warmth. the change of position did nothing to help you hold onto the little composure you had as he was now deeper than before, mushroom tip generously rubbing against your g-spot and his balls now smacking your clit. you were too far gone to care how you looked throwing your hips back against his. "fucking slut." he grunted, grabbing a handful of your hair. "y'wanted this huh? yeah, yeah, you been needing this huh?"

you could only moan as he painfully gripped your hair and pushed himself balls deep, rolling his hips against yours. "you like the way i fuck you baby?"

"mhm..." you had your eyes closed as you focused on the tension building in your stomach. a heavy hand landed a smack against your ass.

"use your words. you like my cock?"

"i love it..." you desperately moaned out.

"good girl." rafe pushed your head back into the bed and drilled his cock into you brutally. you were struggling to hold your hips up, but rafe held you up with one arm. "fuck... m'gonna cum. y'gonna let me cum in this pussy?" rafe grunted and pulled out, sliding the condom off before thrusting back into you. "there we go." he spoke through gritted teeth. "thatagirl, pussy feels like heaven."

you felt the difference and opened your mouth to protest but all that came out was unintelligible pants and moans.

then you saw white.

your orgasm washed over you, making your pussy clench and flutter and cream around rafes cock. you felt rafes hips stutter against yours and then you felt hot ropes of cum paint your insides. you couldn't stop moaning because rafe was still inside you, slowly thrusting and rubbing your clit. "so fucking tight..." he commented as he watched the way your pussy suctioned his cock and pulled out.

against your knowledge, rafe had been recording since he got you in doggy and was still recording. "shit..." he groaned as he focused the camera on your glistening pussy. a drop of his cum came dribbling out and he pushed it back in, earning a soft "ahhh..." from you. he played with your sensitive cunt until you came again for the camera and passed out.

when you woke up, you were alone. for a brief moment, you hadn't remembered what happened and were just confused as to where you were. you peered around the room and saw your dress and torn panties and it all came rushing back. the drinks, the sesh, having sex with rafe cameron. he must have changed you because you didn't remember putting on one of his shirts or sweats.

you checked your phone and your parents had been blowing you up since 8am. it was noon. you had missed calls from esther and a series of texts that said she couldn't find you in the morning and hopes you made it home safe. "shit." you groaned and got out of bed, legs sore from the sex you could only remember flashes of. you tidied the room up and changed back into your clothes before walking downstairs with your heels in hand. you slowed as you reached the foyer, hearing voices from the parlor.

"i don't know dude, doesn't feel right to watch this."

"she was totally cool with it, c'mon."

"you're gonna wanna see this."

you recognized the voices as topper, rafe, and kelce. then a video began playing and at first it just sounded like porn, then you realized it was your moans streaming through rafes phone.

"you like the way i fuck you?"

"mhm..."

"use your words. you like my cock?"

"i love it..."

"good girl."

you felt sick to your stomach as you heard the boys commenting on the video. how could you be so stupid? of course rafe would record you without permission while you were off your ass last night. you only blamed yourself as you walked home from tannyhill.

the video followed you around over the summer and you only managed to escape it when you went off to college.

rafe never thought twice about you after that.

JACKSONVILLE: Present.

rafe stared at your instagram feed in utter disbelief. he hadn't thought about you or the video since that summer. he honestly forgot it even happened. he wasn't a douchebag, he was a handsome young man who took all the opportunities presented to him (as he told himself). was sending the video around immature and stupid? probably. he was a kid though. everyone makes mistakes, or at least that's what he tried to tell himself as he looked through old pictures of you. did you remember him? you must have. you looked different from the last time he saw you but he looked the same. you definitely knew who he was the second he came into the study room and he didn't know how to feel about that. it made his job easier and harder. he already had a connection with you, but he would have to go through a grueling apology process that he really didn't care for. he just needed to have you.

as he scrolled into the more recent stuff, he couldn't help but notice that you didn't post jj on here at all. the page was a monument to you, all the better, and you were gorgeous on here. 2k followers with 1k likes on every post you made and comments that varied from "you're so gorgeous" to "just give me one chance." you had a highlight titled "my <3" and there was only one picture of you holding jj's hand with the song "melting" by kali uchis which was posted only a month ago.

he left your profile and went into his camera roll, into the hidden folder and scrolled back to 2018. he found the video and pressed play, his cock getting hard immediately and straining against his pants. soon enough, he had his phone pressed to his ear and his hand down his pants as he watched you and kie gathering firewood. soon enough, he was cumming in his hand to the sound of you saying that you loved his cock.

rafe managed to clean up a little and continued to watch you, well into the night as you and your friends built a bonfire and smoked a joint. it was midnight when you all had decided to leave. he followed the dirty old van back to campus and learned where your dorm was, watching you and jj head in.

rafe made it back to his dorm at around 3:30am. the more he learned, the more questions he had. rafe fell asleep with only one thing on his mind.

you.

[cambria-writes]

i don't know what to say. i'll apologize for the previous cilffhanger and this one but i promise, swear that you will not need to wait a year for the next update. i'm... uniquely motivated to keep going. should probably be able to wrap everything up in the next 2-3 chapters.

cheers to finally having some smut! 🥂

pairing: patrick jane x named reader word count: 3,278 rating: E for explicit content warnings: SMUT, good girl used probably too much, soft dom!jane, reader is mentioned having hair long enough to grab, female reader, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), so much foul language, insecurities addressed, age gap solidly confirmed (approx. 10 years but you can interpret that however you want)

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓: 𝔒𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔰

Your legs feel like jello when Jane pulls the door behind him. It’s still left ajar, which you appreciate, but it’s enough for you to feel isolated. Alone. An entirely jarring feeling when you felt entirely too seen not even a minute ago.

You can’t see your clothes when you look around the guest bedroom. Spartan is what you’d call it if you had to describe it, though it’s clear someone’s been using it recently. It’s not hard to imagine why; you don’t think you’d want to sleep in the room your family got murdered in, either. When you sit down on the chair by the bed, pulling at the hem of your loaned shirt, you can’t see your clothes anywhere. Not that you wanted to get dressed; that would give the impression you’d want to go home, right?

You definitely don’t want to go home yet. Not right now.

Though whatever half-awake, fragile moment you’d had with Jane before is pretty much gone with your sleepiness, there’s still something nestled in your stomach. A feeling you wouldn’t call uncomfortable, but definitely isn’t familiar. The sound of the door creaking open nearly makes you fall off the chair.

“I did knock,” Jane says, a little sheepishly. He stays in the doorway, though, hand on the knob like he’s ready to go back out.

“I’m thinking too much again,” you say quietly, with a huff of laughter. You glance up at him quickly before turning your eyes back down to your hands and the way your nails dig under the shirt hem.

You don’t hear the floorboards groan when Jane walks up to you, don’t hear anything when he couches in front of you. You don’t flinch, to your own surprise, when his hands cover your in your lap and still your movement. He waits for you, because he knows just as well as you do, somehow. You’re not even sure what’s known, just that there’s a vague sense of understanding. You take a deep breath, clear your head while you nod to yourself, and look up.

“There she is.” His smile is small but god it feels radiant to you. Warm. Safe, against all odds.

“Yeah,” you whisper, taking another deep breath and letting your shoulders sag, trying to let the tension out of them. You fight the urge to look away and fidget with your hands. “Yeah, I think I’m done with my thinking.”

Jane hums and nods. “And what were you thinking about?”

“Wha—what I want,” you stutter out. You can feel the heat burning in your cheeks, which in turn just makes you even more flustered. You pinch your lips shut though.

One of Jane’s hands leaves your and moves to the outside of your thigh, just above your knee. If you thought the ‘fragile’ moment from earlier had imploded and vanished, you’re quickly realizing that it very much did not and that someone—whoever the fuck had the gall to call Jane this morning—had simply hit pause.

“And what is it that you want?”

“I don’t know if I have the words for it,” you reply, a little too quickly. Jane cracks a smile and the hand at your thigh begins a slow motion upward. “I—no, I just. It’s…”

“Uncomfortable?” He offers, and you offer a small nod. “What makes it uncomfortable?”

“Besides the overwhelming risk of rejection and humiliation?” You ask, voice pitched and quiet. When you start biting at your lower lip, the remaining hand covering yours quickly comes up to pull it from between your teeth.

“I won’t humiliate you,” Jane says slowly, and you can’t help but notice that his eyes are very obviously not looking into yours, and his thumb is still just below your lips. The hand on your thigh is as close to your hip as his arm will allow, thumb rubbing circles into the skin. When his gaze does meet yours again, all traces of a grin are gone and—god, his pupils. “What are you worried is going to be rejected?”

You exhale shakily and breathe in just as unevenly. “Me.”

“Why?” Jane looks back down and, after slowly putting a knee to the floor and effectively kneeling in front of you—the image of which is doing things to you that you wouldn’t dare mention in polite company—he carefully pulls his hands away from your face and thigh and taps at your right leg for you to lift it. He rests your foot on his knee and gives it a reassuring squeeze before moving his fingers to dig into your calf.

“I’m…” you start, unsteady, eyes fixed on the fingers working through the muscles of your calf. “I’m younger, I’m—I don’t know, I’m clueless? I got shot, I got kidnapped, I let you drag me into really, actually, really questionable situations. That’s dumb. That’s entirely dumb.”

“So you’re worried of being rejected because you don’t think you’re smart enough,” Jane summarizes, and coming out of his mouth you realize it does sound a little silly. You can’t help the shiver that makes it down to your legs when his hands make it to your knee and you can feel his fingers working out a knot you didn’t even know could exist behind it.

“...well it sounds childish when you say it like that,” you huff, and you resist the urge to cross your arms. “But yeah. Yes. I don’t feel smart enough.”

Jane gently guides you to put your leg down and taps the other one to bring it up. The same process starts again, from the soft touches at your ankle to the massaging of your calf.

“I can assure you,” he starts, voice low and cadence slow. “That you are infinitely more clever than you let yourself believe you are.” Close your eyes against the slowly increasing burn behind them and breathe through your nose. You feel warm fingers dig into the tendons behind your knee, sliding underneath your thigh to get at the muscles there.

There’s a lot to unpack here. The attraction to someone older than you, the unwillingness to believe anything good about yourself, the fact that speaking your mind feels shameful enough that your brain shuts down, but...

Jane smooths both hands over your hips, under your borrowed shirt. You can’t help the sharp intake of breath you take and the shiver that spreads out to your limbs from your spine. His hands stop their ascent at your hips, but just above the waistband of your underwear. Thumbs rubbing slow circles in the skin just above your hip bone.

You open your eyes again when you feel a soft kiss on your right knee. When you look down, the sight makes your breath catch in your throat.

You don’t think you’ve ever really understood the meaning of the word ‘reverent’ until just now.

You take a stuttering breath and lift one of your hands to rest atop the disheveled blond head in front of you. Jane exhales almost like he’s chuckling. His hands slide back down the length of your legs before he places them on the seat of the chair, on either side of your thigh. You don’t know if the lump your swallow past is anticipation or disappointment. He leans forward what feels dangerously close as he slowly stands. Pauses when his face is even with yours, and it’s a struggle to keep your eyes trained on his.

“You’re sure this is okay,” Jane asks, but it sounds more like an uncertain statement. You wonder for a second why he seems so hesitant and careful—treating you like glass even though you’ve been shot and been perfectly fine.

And then you remember the cave, the clammy demanding fingers. Close your eyes against the memory and take in a deep breath that sounds like a gasp.

But it’s fine. It is. Jane’s hands don’t feel like hers, this room doesn’t look like that, everything smells... safe. Alive and warm and safe.

“Yea-yes. Yes,” you repeat, clearing your throat and opening your eyes. “This is different,” you add, under your breath, and can’t help but let your eyes travel down to Jane’s mouth before jumping back up.

You can feel Jane’s amused exhale on your lips before he stands straight. With a gentle hand on your neck, guides you up to stand, too. It’s with a gentle tug to pull you in that he kisses you. And unlike last night, you’re about as lucid as you could be, and this is not chaste. You splay your hands over his bare stomach when he coaxes your lips apart with his. Where Patrick shudders at the touch, you can barely recognize the relieved and almost needy whine that slips from your mouth into his. The feeling of his tongue against yours has your knees almost buckling. You’re quickly steadied by a firm hand at your waist and the one at your neck sliding down to grab your shoulder.

“You need to breathe,” Patrick whispers, almost laughing, against your lips.

“Sorry,” you breathe, and the giggle that bubbles up feels foreign and almost manic. “I just—you’re so...”

“No need to be nervous,” Patrick mumbles, into your cheek this time, as he slowly moves to turn you. “I won’t bite unless you ask nicely.”

You pull back a bit too quickly to take a look at his face, but lose your footing in the process. You find that you comfortably land back on the bed, springs bouncing you back up one of twice before you settle. You barely have the time to lean up on your elbows to look up at Patrick before he places his hands behind your knees and tugs to pull you to the edge of the bed.

Your heart leaps in your throat. You really hate to assume anything and especially in moments like these but. But you’ve seen this movie—pretty much literally—and you have a feeling you know what’s supposed to come next. Jane must see the look of both shock and apprehension on your face, because where his expression has been pretty tame and affectionate, there’s something dark and hungry there when he sees your eyes go wide.

“Never had someone go down on you before?” he asks, and the crassness of it makes you remember how warm your face is. You don’t miss the way his hands are slowly creeping back up the outside of your thighs. Don’t miss the way that you have no choice but to keep your legs spread on either side of his.

“Uh, on-one, bitched the whole time, wasn’t uh,” you clear your throat again, bring your cold fingers up to your cheeks to try and dim the heat. “Wasn’t pleasant.”

Patrick clicks his tongue and shakes his head in obvious disapproval. He goes down on a knee when you feel his fingers slipping under the waistband of your underwear. Your heart feels like a hummingbird in your throat when he slides it over your hips, down your legs and off your feet.

“Hands off your face,” Patrick says, though the hard tone in his voice makes it sound like an order. Your hands slip down over your chest before you can even think about it. His hands slide back over the top of your thighs, glide over and around your hips, and stop to rest just over the curves of your ass. Pulls you just a bit closer with a short tug.

“Oh god, fuck,” you whisper, swallowing thickly when you feel his warm breath against your cunt.

“Double tap for me to stop,” Patrick says, but doesn’t move immediately. Lifts his head and pinches with a hand to get your attention. “Understood?”

“Yessir,” you choke out, all at once, and immediately bite down on your tongue. His eyes narrow and he—you think it’s a hum, but it sounds so guttural you’re tempted to call it a growl.

“Good girl.”

You can’t see his head very well past the shirt you’re still wearing, so your spine arches nearly clean off the bed when you feel something wet slide all the way up your slit and catch on your clit. Your throat clamps around the whine that wants to leave it, only a choked exhale exiting your lips.

You open your mouth to say something, but your mind blanks when Patrick puts his lips around your clit and sucks. You swear your see stars for a second before he eases off, letting his tongue flick over it instead. When your body loses some of its tension, the whine that was choked before comes out as a whining moan on your exhale.

Patrick goes back down to tongue your entrance, only cursorily, before returning his attention to your clit. It feels like every other time you exhale is a breathy moan. You bring an arm up to your mouth to quiet yourself—you feel embarrassed is what it is—but a nip on the inside of your thigh makes you yelp. Patrick pulls a hand forward and slides the shirt you’re wearing up to your sternum, fingers splayed wide.

“I want to hear you,” he grunts, returning his tongue to your clit. You pull your arm from your face. When you feel two fingers slide up and down your entrance, though, you let yourself reach down and thread your fingers through his hair. “Just like that,” he mutters against your cunt, sliding both fingers in with ease.

But slowly.

“Fuck, please,” you whisper-whine, angling your hips up to try and get the fingers deeper. The hand on your chest slides down, until Patrick’s whole forearm is across your hips and holding you down against the mattress.

His fingers do, blessedly, slide in deeper, but unexpectedly hook up in a come hither motion, and you nearly choke at the sensation. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out, tips just brushing your entrance, before thrusting them back in. Again, bends his fingers and pulls them out.  Bit your lips and arch your back against the feeling. You’re realizing, on the third thrust, that maybe you don’t know your body as well as you think you do.

The fifth time Patrick pulls his fingers out, you can almost feel your orgasm in the back of your throat. He lets you angle your hips up this time. When you do, he once again seals his lips over your clit and sucks, but he also violently increases the speed of his fingers. You hope his knuckles leave bruises.

“Fuck, please,” you whine again, back arched and hips thrusting upward. You want to scream when Patrick takes his mouth off you, fingers still thrusting wildly.

“Ask nicely,” he breathes. You sob, hips still twitching trying to chase your high.

“I did, I did—I am! Please, fuck, please sir?”

“There you go.”

You don’t have time to think about the meaning of that before his lips are back on your clit, sucking, but this time he flicks his tongue over the nub.

Patrick’s fingers massage your inner wall while you come with a screamed sob that you don’t contain. At some point you register the fingers leaving and the sound of liquid hitting the floor, but you’re spent. Dazed and all but convulsing with your heart pounding in your ears and your head feeling like cotton.

And then Jane’s leaning over you, a forearm on the mattress by your head, brushing a hand across your forehead and down your cheek.

“Exceptional,” he breathes, forehead resting against yours.

“Hmm,” you whine, low, clearing your throat and taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “That’s—that’s my line.”

Eyes closed, you feel his lips on your and open up without any prying. You don’t mind tasting yourself on his tongue. You can just barely muster the energy and coherence to lift an arm up to put around his neck to pull him closer.

You can feel the bed dip at your hip where he takes a knee. The hand by your face moves to your waist and under. Too quick to register in your blissed-out state, Jane lifts you off the bed just enough to move you up a bit. Enough so that your hips are on there proper, and your legs are only dangling off the edge at the knee.

When you sigh, Jane chuckles and pulls away to take a look at you.

“All good there?”

“Better than I’ve been in a while,” you whisper, slowly blinking your eyes open. “Sorry for uh,” you stutter, letting your hand fall from around his shoulder to his chest. “For the mess.”

Patrick takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before leaning up and back. Your hands slide down his bare chest as he does, and your heart once again leaps into your throat when you realize how hard he is. Your fingers catch and linger at the waist of the slacks he’d worn to bed last night.

“Making a mess,” Jane starts, hands slipping under yours to pop the button of his slacks. You realize that his right hand is still damp with you. “Kind of the whole point.” 

You don’t realize you’re biting down on your lip until Jane grazes your jaw with his fingertips, and pulls your lip from between your teeth with his thumb. Zipper all the way down, you look up for—permission? You only pinch the fabric of his slacks to pull them down when you get a quiet ‘go on’.  Once they’re mid thigh, though, you squirm a bit to be able to scooch back enough to sit up in a way that doesn’t kill your back or neck.

A gentle hand comes to rest at the back of your head while you’re focused on the cock in front of you, bulging a pair of soft-looking black briefs. Your mouth closes with a click when you realize you’ve left it hanging open.

“You never answered me earlier,” Jane says quietly. The hand at the back of your head swirls a bit before you feel fingers closing and tugging on your hair. “What is it that you want?”

You feel breathless. When you look up, you can’t tell what colour Patrick’s eyes are with how blown his pupils are. Swallow thickly and loudly. There’s a moment when you glance back down at the straining fabric over his cock that you consider asking, very nicely, if you can blow him. When you look back up, he’s leaned down and used the hand at the back of your head to tilt it up.

The first time you open your mouth, you can’t quiet get the words out. You close it and clear your throat, again, and try to ignore how your face is heating up again.

“I wan—I want you to,” you start, taking a deep breath.

“You’re doing great,” Patrick croons, the hand at your head flattening out, fingers digging in like a semblance of a massage. You close your eyes to appreciate the sensation, but only for a second.

“Fuck me,” you say, eventually, blinking up at him before adding,“Please, sir.”

The hand in your hair tightens and pulls again, pulling you down to lie back on the bed while Jane leans down to join you. 

“You asked so nicely,” he whispers into your throat, and you shudder when you feel his tongue run up your jugular. “So eager to please when you’re given half a chance.” 

“Always,” you breathe back, putting your hands to good use and shoving both slacks and underwear over Jane’s hips to free his cock. Can’t help but cant your hips up when you feel the warm tip of it against your thigh. “Fuck, anything you want.” 

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How would you describe each romance?

ouagh it's been a while since I described the routes 😭

Pariah: It's a bit like the sensation of a fall, if I were to describe it. I don't know if anyone has ever fallen from a jungle gym, or maybe a window (hey, we do it), but there's always a wonderful moment of blankness in your mind before a realization hits. Then suddenly you feel the rush in your stomach, the way your throat tightens and your eyes go wide, and all you can think is oh god, oh god, right before your body connects and the pain bursts forward. Then someone—because there's always someone—looks down at your form on the ground with something akin to worry and fear, and in the midst of that pain, a small spark of comfort grows.

Pariah's route is an impact.

Vasilisa: This is like floating in an ocean at sunset. When you're in waters so still it looks like the sky and the sea have no separation between them. You're resting in a realm of pink and blue and bliss. There's a bit of melancholy, to be alone in such a vast world, but the removal from the chaos of living and the ability to catch a breath for the first time in eons is a welcome one. The waters are warm, and you hear the cries of birds in the distance. You can close your eyes and rest for a moment.

Vasilisa's route is a break from reality.

Operator: Have you ever been lost? I got lost in a forest once when I was younger. The world becomes disorienting when you're on your own out there. Every tree soon looks the same, and you can go on walking for hours in the wrong direction without even knowing you're doing so if you weren't taught otherwise. You berate yourself—I should have listened, I should have stayed—and you grieve your choices until your mind finally goes silent. You stop in place, looking at the canopy of green above, and you question in the end if you ever will be found—or if the only evidence that you lived will be your face on a peeling, weather-worn poster in town.

Operator's route is wandering astray.

DW: Grief takes on many forms. Sometimes it may come as waves of rage—you riot against fate and spit in the face of whatever robbed you this time—, while other times it comes as a silent heaviness on your shoulders. The world continues on and time keeps ticking but you don't quite feel like you're going with it. You complete what's asked of you because you feel like you no longer have a will to do otherwise. Sometimes people will try to snap you out of it. Inevitably though, you sink back in. Reality is but a pinprick of light against the dark vastness of your isolation.

Dreamwalker's route is a metamorphosis.

Suha: Have you ever been truly enraged? Maybe it was a bad day and you were slighted somewhere, and that was the straw that broke the camels back for you. Maybe your boss said something, or your coworker, or your parent, or even a friend. Your hands get clammy, you hear your heartbeat in your ears. You want to scream, or cry, or maybe do both as you feel your emotions bubbling up in your throat. Everything is hot, and cold, and there's a change in your tone the next time that you speak. The one who brought your ire is suddenly an assailant in your eyes and all you want to do is shut it all down.

Suha's route is an upheaval.

Sysba: Everyone wears a mask. We place it on our faces when we step outside our doors for the broader world to see, and when we return to our homes, we polish that mask clean and place it on a rack for the next day. Perhaps it's a fear of everyone finding out who we are—there's nothing more fragile than the truth of your person, after all. Or maybe some people just like to wear it because they can—it's not like there's rule dictating it ever has to come off. The issue is, if it never comes off, it soon becomes bound to your face. You need to pry it with nails, and knives, and your own skin as a sacrifice to break yourself free—and just how much damage does this cause in the end? Is it worth it?

Sysba's route is a revelation.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | two

Put on your records and regret meeting me, I bent the truth too far tonight I was dancing around it *Noah’s POV* Damn, this girl was something else. I won’t ever admit it but I saw her and her friends before I even went on stage. During the show I was looking for my in-ears backstage and I saw her from the corner of my eye with her friends. I had to chuckle watching them dance around and sing every word during Dayseeker’s set. She stuck out amongst her friends though, her long jet black hair, bright red lips and golden skin really caught my attention…she had this glow about her that I couldn’t describe. When we came onto the stage I found her immediately and had a hard time keeping my eyes off her. Every time I walked past her, I kept noticing new things about her. She had a rose tattoo on her sternum, Roman numerals down the side of her neck and a full sleeve of butterflies and peonies on her right arm. I even made a conscious effort to sit near her during Who are you? and as soon as I saw her bright green eyes flash at me, it was game over. I knew I needed to meet her. Then I met her without even trying.

You can’t tell me that wasn’t fate even though it was super embarrassing she found me in the women’s bathroom. I thought I was in the clear since it was just my band and crew backstage but that was a terrible calculation. Also have you shared a bathroom with a bunch of other dudes? Sometimes you just need your own space and the women’s bathroom had a bigger shower. 

She really did have to use the bathroom so I gave her some privacy but I waited outside in the hall for her. Her scent of salted caramel and vanilla lingered under my nose and I couldn’t get enough. The guys and I were going to head to a brewery after the show and since Seattle wasn’t far we planned to travel there in the morning instead of overnight. This was our first time in Vancouver so we wanted to make the best of it. 

I texted our photographer Bryan about her before putting my phone back in my pocket. He was surprised at my actions considering that I never entertained women on the road, let alone a fan. Something was telling me she was different. I heard the hand dryer going in the bathroom before she opened the door. Her eyes widened as she saw me standing there. “So do you just hang out inside and outside women’s bathrooms?” “Yeah, I was told if I got caught again it would be my third strike.” She laughed and had a huge smile on her face. Fuck, even her smile was gorgeous. She flashed me her green eyes again and I could’ve melted at her feet. God what was she doing to me…

“Sorry, I hope this isn’t too forward, but me and the guys are heading to this brewery down the road. Do you want to come?” “Sure. I’ll just text my friends, they’re back here somewhere.” She replies as she pulls her phone out. I catch myself watching her every move. Her nails were painted a dark maroon and she had the hidden leaf village symbol from Naruto tattooed on her thumb. I smirked, not what I was expecting us to have in common. “I just realized I never caught your name.” I managed to get out. Her eyes find mine and suddenly I’m putty in her hands. “Elliot, but you can call me El.” Why was that suddenly the most beautiful name I have ever heard? *Elliots POV* 

Before I knew it we were all sitting at a large table at this cozy brewery having drinks with Bad Omens and their crew. My brain couldn’t process what was going on at all. The boys seemed to have picked one of my friends to talk to and we were hitting it off really well. Noah went up to order some beers for us, I offered him my credit card but he said this round was on him. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he walked back to me. “I really couldn’t decide what to get so I got some of those beer flight things to try everything.” He smirked as he sat beside me. His leg brushed against mine and blood rushed to my cheeks again. “That works for me.” I shrugged. “Everything here is really good.” Noah crosses his arms on the table and brings his gaze to me. Those beautiful brown eyes were causing me to go into a spiral. The brewery was so loud but damn, when he looked at me it got quiet. He had a way of making you feel like you were the only one in the room. I was trying so damn hard to not get caught up in it because I didn’t know who he really was. For all I know he could do this every night when he was on tour. I also wanted to live in the delusion that I was the first girl he ever asked out after a show. Get a grip, Elliot. “Do you come here much?” He asked breaking the silence and snapping me back into reality. “I’ve been here a few times, but there’s just so much to choose from living here.” “Do you have a favourite?” “Yeah I do. There’s actually a bar in my neighbourhood I go to a lot. It’s actually a wine bar where they make their own wines, they have the comfiest couches and the best charcuterie boards.” “Sounds like my kind of place.”

Our drinks come to the table and he immediately wrapped his hands around the darkest beer we got. I grabbed one of the lighter looking beers and look a sip of it before we swapped to try each others. Both of our faces scrunched up in disgust before we immediately switched glasses again. I studied the tattoos on his hands as he grabbed the cold glass from me, noticing the heart he had on one of his fingers. I forgot what we were talking about…

“I really like Vancouver so far.” He continued. “It’s like Seattle but the people are way nicer.” “Canada is definitely the superior country.” I chuckled.

He raised his eyebrow at me before moving onto the next beer, “Well, I am looking for a new home base.”

“Not loving California anymore?” “It’s not that I don’t like it…” He pauses to take a sip of his beer. “I’ve always wanted to live in the Pacific northwest area. The weather is more to my liking and people seem to leave us alone. I really like my privacy and people in LA are starting to recognize us more and more. I know it comes with the territory but after quarantine I realized how important it is to have a home base where you can be yourself.” “I get that.” I replied. “Every one deserves to have a safe space to come home to every night.” “Do you have that?”

“I’m working on it.” I muttered, knowing my home life was in absolute shambles. The more drinks we had the more comfortable we got with each other, not like we needed that much liquid courage though. We talked like old lovers picking up where we left off and I admired how respectful he was being towards me. I put my hand over his by accident but he didn’t seem to mind, he just squeezed my hand with a Cheshire Cat smile on his face. I noticed he had the same Naruto tattoo on his hand that I had and we ended up having a long conversation about the anime. We oddly seemed to have the same opinions on it and he showed me a photo of his thigh tattoo of Itachi he recently got. A few moments later I excused myself to the bathroom to gain my composure. I pulled out my phone and found my lawyers number. It was time. “I’m ready.” “Come see me tomorrow…I’m so proud of you for finally doing this, Ellie.” I took a few more breaths before walking back towards our table. I sat beside Noah and his cheeks were getting rosy, it was beyond adorable. His hand grazed over my thighs as he reached for my hand again. Euphoria filled my body and didn’t want it to stop, I didn’t want him to stop touching me. “Do you want to get out of here?” Noah whispered in my ear. “Wow you move fast.” I joked as I pushed his hair out of his face, almost pouting because his hair was so much shorter now. Still, it gave him a Disney prince kind of vibe that I adored. “Oh no, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a walk or go somewhere more quiet.”

“A walk at this time of night? Are you going to murder me, Noah?” “Oh god no - I was - I -um-“ He was stuttering over his words and I couldn’t help but laugh. He was getting more embarrassed and covered his face with his hands. “I’m kidding Noah.” I reassured him by moving his hands away from his face, “there’s another bar I like we can go to. It’s attached to the Hyatt down the street.” “That’s our hotel.” He smirked before finishing off his beer. We got up from the table and said our goodbyes to our friends. Danielle shot me a look and I just shrugged my shoulders at her cause I had no idea what I was doing. We got outside and started to walk towards his hotel slowly, we didn’t say much but he reached for my hand and I grabbed his with no hesitation. After seeing his bands reaction to us leaving together, it definitely told me he didn’t do this very often. This started to feel genuine and I knew I had to tell him the truth. Noah’s POV She was such a calculated risk and I knew that. Honestly, I wasn’t really one to find a girl at our show and try to take her home. Most of the guys would invite some of our female fans to chill with us but I wasn’t interested. All these girls just wanted to be with us because of who we were. Sure, Elliot knew who we were but after spending time with her she made me feel like she saw past the bullshit and saw me as just Noah. She stopped halfway up the stairs to our hotel and her energy had shifted as she dropped my hand. Her green eyes deepened as she looked up at me, causing my heart dropped into my stomach. “Noah, I need to tell you something.”  “You can tell me anything.” I partially lied because I didn’t want to know what was next. “I’m in the process of getting divorced.” She bit her lip and looked down at her feet. “I wanted to tell you sooner but...” Go figure, the first women I’ve fallen for in years was still married. “What?” I could feel my voice trembling. I looked at her and I see tears forming in her eyes. I knew this wasn’t an easy thing for her to tell me, but I couldn’t fight off the anger that was boiling inside of me. “So you wanted to see where this was gonna go before dropping a bomb like that? “Noah…Please.” A few tears fell down her face as she looked at me. “Can you blame me? You’re in a fucking band! How the fuck was I supposed to know you don’t take a girl home every night?” “So this is my fucking fault then? You assumed I just fuck my way though my tours?” “NO!” She yelled at me causing a few people to look at us. “No…” She repeated, this time in a whisper. I could feel my own tears forming as I felt myself losing her before I even had her. She looked in the opposite direction of me and I could see her mascara starting to run down her face. I wanted to desperately wipe it away but my heart was telling me to walk away and forget about her. I swore off love years ago and I should’ve kept it that way. “Good night Elliot.”

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So this is an odd request, but could you do Eddie where the reader picks at the skin, or bites their nails, and Eddie goes on a rant about DnD to distract them? It's just an idea I've had and your writing is amazing, so I was wondering how it would turn out!

My boyfriend actually has dermatillomania and I have severe OCD that leads to a similar issue so I get this one on a deep level. Happy to fulfill this one for you, lovely, thank you for the kind words❤️

My hands flatten against the wooden picnic table in front of me, desperately trying to avoid the gazing at and obsessing over the skin around my nails. My knees bounce up and down as my ears tune into every sound around me, waiting for Eddie to show up so we could get this over with and so I can have my much needed distraction.

"Hey." I jump, turning around in my spot to watch Eddie approach me with a shy smile, shaking the metal lunchbox at his side and he wiggles his eyebrows. "Ready to buy some drugs?" I snort, shoving my hands in my lap to avoid him asking why my hands are so red and beaten up, my knuckles and fingernails looking as if I was in a horrible fight.

But instead, it's just a fight with myself.

"More than ready. I need help calming down." I huff, shivering as my fingers instinctively fiddle with one another, my eyes watching Eddie's brows pull together in gentle concern.

"Why? Everything alright?" He slides down onto the seat across from me, elbows resting on the table and his chin sitting atop his fists. He looks over me, almost looking for physical injury but what he can't see is my intrusive thoughts eating at the inside of my brain as my fingers scratch at my cuticle line.

"Just on the uneasy side today. Fidgety." My eyes instinctively close at the word, hating myself when I use it to vaguely describe my issues but having no other choice, knowing the other option would be to explain the actual obsessive issue.

"Well, hey- I mean, we could smoke it together and get your mind off of things." He offers kindly, his voice dropping the normal sarcastic, playful tone and he takes on more of a worried and protective vibe. My lips fan out into a smile and I place my hands on the table, watching his eyes flicker over my fingers. He just nods silently, not bothering to say anything or ask any questions that I know he wants to. "I don't mind. I don't have anything else to do other than sell weed to the prettiest girl in Hawkins." My eyes lower down to the table and my smile only grows, his flattery making my heart ache sweetly.

"Yeah, sure." I nod, watching him eagerly open the lunch box and immediately get to work. And that's when the words start falling from his pretty lips, his stories of his recent journeys and campaigns in DnD, the literal only object of his affection. I've heard him talk about the game before in some of our meet ups like this but never in this amount of depth nor passion.

The way his eyes light up and he grins proudly when he recalls beating Dustin and the other boys for the fifth time in a row, his campaign just too good for their 'mortal brains'.

"Sorry, I'm rambling." He suddenly says and waves himself off, passing me the joint and I begin to notice that I didn't even think about harming or picking at my skin the whole time he was talking. A relieved sigh leaves me as I take a deep, long hit, my eyes never leaving his as I shrug.

"Keep talking, it seems to be working better than the drugs."

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[away-ward]

Reality

for @elainscheron.

1.5k words

Summary: Morning in the Carfax room sees Emory falling back into old ways of thinking.

Emory pov, set before she meets Rika for wedding dress shopping.

Emory

I wait until the last second to leave the bed and get ready. Rika awaits and I guess when the Queen calls, we must answer.

No. Stop that, I tell myself. Rika’s nice. And the others seem nice too. I’m the heinous bitch, remember.

As I gather my clothes from yesterday, I mentally make a list of things I need to get done. Obviously, I’ll be moving back to Thunder Bay and I’ll have to deal with all that comes with it. I can’t pretend problems don’t exist forever. That’s always been Will’s forte; I usually have a firm stake in reality, excluding the past few days.

“You’re worried about something. I can see it.”

I look at him over my shoulder after slipping the shirt over my head. Will sits at the edge, elbows resting on his knees, green eyes watching my every move. It’s crazy how much I enjoy that. “A few days and you thing you know everything about me?”

“Days?” he chuckles. “Try twelve years.”

I do the math and realize he’s right. We’ve known each other for twelve years though it feels like longer.

“Talk to me, trouble. What is it?”

I move to grab my jeans, startled when his hand shoots out and grabs my wrist. “I’ve got to get ready if I’m going to meet Rika.”

“Screw Rika.”

I tip my head, looking up at him with mocking doubt. “That’s not how you treat friends, or so I hear.”

“Rika’s forgiven me for worse things than this.” His hold tightens on my wrist, but not painfully. It’s anchoring me to him. My heart picks up. The beat of it makes me nervous and I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this. “I’m not letting you go until you talk. Not this time.”

He’s made that clear. Yesterday, the day before, and last night all over again…he asked me – begged me, really – to not wake up, and I promised to still be me when I do.

Promises are easier to make than keep, no matter what our intentions are.  

“You haven’t...” he trails off. I watch his throat move as he swallows the rest of the words.

“Changed my mind?” I laugh humorlessly. “Just try to get this ring back, I dare you.” I told him I loved him and I meant it. There’s no way I can return to my old life. He’ll have to kill me and then cut it off.

He lets out a breath that shakes with relief and then he tries for his usual levity to break the tension. “A person then? What, you got a boyfriend back in San Fran I don’t know about?”

“Oh yeah,” I nod. “More than one. A whole biker gang, in fact. And a marine. You’ll probably need to fight them for me Scott Pilgrim style.”

Will shrugs, up for the challenge. “Line ‘em up.”

I really laugh at that. He would, too. And if there’s anything I learned this week, it’s that he’d win.

He relaxes his hold on my wrist and his hand glides up my arm, over my shoulder and wraps around my neck so that I’m forced to look at him.

“Em,” he pleads. His eyes move between mine, reading what I can’t say. I don’t even know what I’d say if I could find the words to describe what’s going on. There’s no telling what he’s going to find.

My own confusion reflects back at me in his eyes. It’s that how it’s always been with us? “These past few days, you dove right in. You were here with me, Alex, my friends—"

I rip my head away suddenly. He’s hit the nail on the head and the knowledge of it floods my brain, overwhelming me.

Of course, he misinterprets. “Alex? You’re worried about Alex?” Will asks, sounding as exasperated as I feel.

“I’m not worried about Alex,” I tell him. Honestly, their relationship is the last thing on my mind.

Will doesn’t look like he believes me. He’s not mad about it. We’re over being angry at each other for our mistakes. Instead, he looks desperate, searching for anything to convince me.

“I’m not,” I insist. I push him back to the bed and force him to sit so that I can stand over him. I grab the sides of his face and pour every bit of truth in me into my next words. “I’m not worried about Alex. I can’t promise I’ll never be jealous of her because she has seven years with you. Seven years that were supposed to be mine.”

The last sentence comes out on sort of a growl that I can’t suppress.

Will grins, loving every bit of it. He always makes the grand, epic speeches telling me what I am and what we are and what we’re going to do. I guess it’s my turn. His hands brush up my thighs and settle on my waist, pulling me closer.

“Seven years I’ll never get back, that she’ll always have. But I’m not worried about her. Your friends seem to have some weird unspoken rules and I can’t say I get all of them, but bottom line, I’m into it.”

“Then what is it?” he asks as his thumbs rub circles on my tummy. It does nothing but riling up the very horny butterflies that seem to have taken up residence.

I hedge, “It’s someone else.”

“Someone else?” His grip tightens again, all his passion and ferocity going into keeping me in place. “If it’s not Alex, and there’s no one back in San Francisco, then who…if you say this is about Aydin, I’ll—"

I squeeze his face when I’ve heard enough and I can’t take it anymore. “It’s me, Will. The other someone is me.”

It’s kind of cute how he stops, blinking with bewilderment. His lips twitch with unformed thoughts as he tries to parse through what I’ve been thinking.

“Or the me you’ve spend the last twelve years dreaming about.” I wrap my arms around his neck and move to straddle his lap, a position I’m very quickly become familiar with. Have been familiar with. “What if I can’t measure up to her. What if I can’t be her every night. What if I never fit in with your friends the way…” My eyes drift to a spot behind him.

I know he thinks this too. He set the Cove on fire and decided I didn’t need to be a part of it. Not like them. Doesn’t that give some indication to his feelings on the matter. The only time he’s done something like that with me was homecoming, when I wasn’t me.

He sees where I’m looking and follows, finally seeing what’s been haunting the corner of my vision since I got up. The pink dress I wore to homecoming still hangs from the rafter, a ghostly reminder.

This is insane. I'm jealous of who I am in the dark; of how easy it is for her to just be.

All at once, it clicks into place for him because he can be clever when he wants to be. “There is no other you. That girl was the imagining of a spoiled, insecure little boy with a fantasy. That girl,” he nods over his shoulder, “that girl stole moments and nights to keep for herself. From what I’ve seen since we left the island, you don’t need to steal anything and hide it away. You take it, whatever makes you happy.”

I shake my head, but he stops me. “You broke a felon out of jail yesterday, before proposing to me on the street,” he says, smirking with glee. “I think I know what I’m talking about.”

I’ve been impulsive, sure, but this whole week is starting to feel like a vacation from reality. A fever dream, if there ever was one. Reality will come back around again and when I can’t keep it up, will he be content with all his decisions.

“Never have I been as happy as I was last night in this bed with you. It’s you; I gotta you and nothing else. I tried drugs and alcohol, friends and sex. Nothing works like holding you. Tell me you don’t feel the same.”

Will moves in closer but then stops before he meets my lips. His eyes study me and I realize he’s giving me a chance to answer instead of just taking the moment for himself. Aww, he’s learning.

I close the distance on my own, because he’s right. Nothing has ever felt better than spending hours wrapped up in him and I hate that I’m being forced to leave. I push closer to him as he dives in deep with his tongue, pushing away all my thoughts.

“Stop,” he warns, breathless against my lips, “or you’re not going to make it out of here.”

I love that. I’m not gonna lie, it feels good to know I’m his addiction and all those other things were just substitutes. It goes a long way to kill any doubts I have.

And I have an addiction, too. I guess I’ve always known, but the first step is admitting it, right?

I’m addicted to being the girl that makes him breathless.

Reality can go fuck itself. I’m here to stay.

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Thank you for reading! I apologize for any mistakes.

@elainscheron, I hope this is enough to make up for the Alex post. I did try, but I just didn't seem any room for Emory to have serious doubts about Alex in the context of nightfall. Emory literally says she isn't worried about it and while I struggle with how easy it was for Em, I don't want to go against canon in this instance. But there is a little wiggle room with her jealousy.

More than that, I struggled with how easy it was for Emory to just become someone else. Maybe the argument can be made that it's who she's always been and she's just been suppressing herself her entire life, but even then change is hard, so I tried to go at it from that angle.

A lot of this is sort of brought up already, but we all relapse into old ways of thinking occasionally, right? Could be that I'm always dying for more Emory content and I want an entire book of just her.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

Master List

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What You Need (Intrulogical)

Synopsis: Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He’s in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it’s clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems… mediocre at best, but he’s desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.

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Part Five

Masterlist

Logan's leg jumps under his seat, bouncing anxiously as he attempts to listen to the professor in front of him. There's an uncomfortable pit in his stomach that's been there for the past two weeks, as Remus hadn't reached out to him at all.

Granted, Logan made no effort to initiate conversation with him either, but after leaving Remus stranded in his limo outside of his work, Logan didn't really feel it was his place. He made the assumption that if Remus wanted to continue their working relationship even after Logan refused to quit his actual job, he'd say so. But that sort of mindset was making Logan feel horrible as Remus's silence was all he was met with.

A hand on his shoulder causes him to jump suddenly, which is met with laughter from Janus.

"Why so jumpy, L?" Janus muses, though it's an actual question. Logan isn't typically one who'd be described as "easy to startle." He was normally too aware of his situation to be caught off guard, unless his mind was caught up in some sort of dilemma.

And, if it was, Janus wanted to know what said dilemma was about.

However, Logan just sighs when he sees it's Janus, before turning back to the professor. "It's nothing," he insists, but his leg is back to bouncing. "I'm just... thinking."

"About what?"

"About a problem." Logan's vagueness earns an unamused look from Janus, who's looking Logan up and down, clearly expecting something more than that. Catching Janus's eye, Logan sighs again, and thinks for a moment.

"Would you..." Logan begins, before hesitating. He rewords and adjusts the sentence in his mind, before trying again. "Would you sacrifice assured safety for surplus financial security? Even if it was risky, and you had no clue how long that financial security will last?"

Janus stares at him, before going "you want my honest answer?"

"Preferably."

"Yeah." Janus checks his nails, before adjusting his fingerless gloves. "I would. A surplus amount of financial security spent correctly can ensure future success. If you have enough to get a car, and then you lose your source of income, you'll have a whole new pool of jobs accessible to you just because you have a car." Janus glances back up at Logan, who's raised eyebrows and slight nodding seem to be the latter agreeing with him. "It's all about spending wisely, or ensuring you don't lose your current source of income, whatever that source may be."

Janus sounds like he's speaking from experience, and suddenly it hits Logan that he's never asked Janus his occupation, but before he can ask, he feels his phone vibrate.

His heart jumps, and it's embarrassing how quickly he goes to grab it. He hopes it's from Remus, but he has no idea what he wants Remus to say. Does he want Remus to call it quits, and solve Logan's work dilemma? Or does he want Remus to state that it's fine if Logan keeps his job and have everything go back to normal. Or, as normal having sex once a week could be.

Granted, it's not like they had sex every week, they've really only engaged sexually four times, with about an average of a week between those rendezvous. However, at least Remus would message him to fill the gaps. In the two weeks it's been since Logan climbed out of Remus's limo, he hadn't heard anything.

He unlocks his phone, and sure enough, it's Remus.

'whats ur favourite candy?'

Logan blinks at the question. Is that... is that it? Remus texts him for the first time in two weeks, and it's about candy? Logan doesn't know whether he should laugh or scream. So he does neither, taking a deep breath instead and willing away the excess amount of emotions that are building up inside of him.

'I don't have one.' Logan types out, and he hesitates before sending it. It's the truth, but was Remus looking to try and make small talk? If so, Logan's response wasn't going to make it easy for him.

But, he doesn't want to lie. There was no point in doing so, he believes, and so sends his message.

There's silence on Remus's end for a few minutes, before the response of 'really?? not one single candy??'

'I don't eat it much,' Logan replies, honest. 'I was always advised of the health concerns, and I don't have the money to buy some anymore anyway.'

With his mom being a doctor, one would think he was scared into believing candy was bad for him, but that simply wasn't true. As far back as he could remember, his mother was honest with him about the benefits and concern that come with candy consumption. She made sure to illustrate both the pros and cons, and when Logan would participate in trick-or-treating, she let him decide what to do with his candy.

Normally, he gave it away.

'well, are there any candies u dont like? asking for a friend'

Logan stares at the message, and then blinks as another one pops up stating 'im not really asking for a friend. its all for my benefit. and maybe urs later today ;)'

Wait- today? Logan chokes on his spit and quickly puts his phone down in his lap, turning quickly to cough into his elbow. He attempts to clear his throat and fails, and coughs again, tears pricking his eyes as he hits his chest once or twice and then clears his throat again.

He peeks at Janus who's staring at him, amused. Logan then turns to the professor, who makes direct eye contact with him, before shaking his head, and going back to scraping chalk against the board.

Holding his phone between his legs, in an attempt to hide what he was doing, he quickly types and then sends 'Today?' Logan had no time to prepare for this! He knows he doesn't look the greatest right now, especially because of the horrendous shift he worked the night before, but he also didn't have enough time to shower this morning. As someone who values proper hygiene, Logan feared Remus smelling the cheap grease and french fries on him, though he's somewhat assured by the fact Remus is already so strange, he might not comment on it.

Deep breath, rationalize. There's no need to catastrophize; this wouldn't be the first time Remus had seen him looking particularly disheveled. After all, Remus saw him after sex, and Logan believed he couldn't look any worse than he did after that.

Logan isn't sure how to respond, but luckily Remus sends another message before he can. A simple 'as long as ur okay with that.' And Logan can't help staring at the message.

Sure, Remus had stated from the get go that consent was important to him, but it still managed to surprise Logan every time he enforced it.

'Yeah, I'm okay with that.'

The reply is honest, and obviously over a message, but Logan can't help the flush that creeps onto his face as he sends it. Just the idea of seeing Remus was already getting him excited, even though he had no idea when he was coming.

Perhaps he'd pick Logan up from school again? That caused quite the spectacle that time, though Logan found he didn't mind all the attention on him. Or, on the contrary, would Remus pull up to Logan's shitty apartment, just like their first meeting?

Would neither happen and they go to Remus's mansion again?

There's a snap into his ear, and Logan turns to look at Janus, who's leaning in close. When he sees Logan's eyes are on him, he sighs, and falls fully back into his chair.

"You missed an entire page of notes," Janus says, waving a hand towards the professor, who's currently taking an eraser to the chalkboard, wiping away words Logan swore weren't there moments ago.

Logan just stares, confused and upset, before Janus continues with "don't worry, I took a picture of them. I'll send it to you. It's not like I study anyway."

"Thank you-"

"But what's going on with you today?" Janus is quick to interject again, not wanting Logan to fall back into his blank state. "You're normally not this... inattentive."

There's silence, before Logan merely shakes his head in responds, dismissively replying "It's nothing."

Janus clearly doesn't believe him. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," Logan reinforces, with a slight shake of his head. He needed to talk to Remus on how confidential they were supposed to keep this relationship. But, honestly, even if Remus says he can tell everybody he wants to, Logan would much rather keep it secret. Not that he's ashamed of his position or anything, but he'd rather not be looked down on for being desperate by his one friend.

Not that he believed Janus would necessarily judge him, but he did sometimes make awfully off-colour jokes, and Logan didn't really think he'd find jokes regarding his own living struggle funny.

Janus stares at him for a few more moments, before resolving himself to Logan's answer, slumping back in his chair. A glance his way shows he's typing on his phone, texting someone, on that shiny new phone. A sudden irritation hits him, as he realizes Janus has other friends, but he attempts to shrug it off.

He doesn't talk to Janus outside of school, what should.he care that Janus has other companions?

Maybe the pit in his stomach wasn't irritation so much as it was a surprise onslaught of loneliness.

As class is dismissed, Janus spares him a wave before walking off, leaving Logan on the curb outside of the building. He's unsure of whether or not to walk home, but as people clear out and either begin the walk back to their houses or get into their cars and speed off, he decides to begin the walk back to his house.

While walking, he hears a loud revving behind him, and Logan turns just in time to watch a motorcycle pull up beside him. It's lime green in colour, and has a large front wheel, with silver spokes acting as accents to the otherwise black and green colour scheme.

Logan does need the helmet to be able to tell who that tall, lean body belongs to (nor the horrible fashion sense), but there's still a bit of surprise that overtakes him when the large helmet is pulled off, revealing Remus, grinning wide.

"I figured this would be less obvious than pulling up in a limo," he explains, before Logan even has the time to get a question out. "I also wanted to give you time to get away from the crowd."

Logan doesn't respond, looking between Remus and the motorcycle.

"I also have a gift waiting for you back at my place," Remus adds, leaning against the handlebars now, his eyes half lidded but a grin on his face. Logan has no idea how to interpret it.

"A gift?" Logan finally manages to inquire, taking the smallest step closer to Remus's bike. He's scared to touch it, but he desires to run his fingers over the no doubt smooth texture of the metal. Honestly, Logan's fingers twitched to grasp the handlebars and drive it, but he has never ridden any sort of motorbike before, and could logically assume that'd end up horribly.

But, Remus notices, and laughs.

"Yes, a gift," he responds, adjusting his position and sitting up again. "And if you want it, you've got to hop on." He scoots forward, and fishes deep into his short pockets, before pulling out a pair of sunglasses. He puts them on, and then tosses Logan the helmet.

Logan stares at it, before he seems to process what Remus wants, and he quickly pulls it over his head.

Getting onto the motorcycle is a bit awkward, but Remus doesn't rush him, and after Logan's settled on the seats, he hears a muffled, but amused "hold on!" Before Remus cranks his wrist forward and the bike starts, pushing the kickstand up with the back of his ankle, and then the bike slowly accelerates, moving forward, as Remus leans ever so slightly to get them onto the road.

Remus's motorcycle has a big enough seat for both of them to sit comfortably, and a bit of back support that curls around ever so slightly, allowing Logan to lean back and keep his hands off of Remus if he so desires. But, Logan doesn't, and instead keeps his hands locked together around Remus's waist, front of the helmet pressed against Remus's back.

His eyes were wide open, though, and he watches as the trees and curb pass by in a blur, only slowing once or twice due to a few red lights.

When they finally turn down a newly-paved street, Logan's met with tall, sculpted fences lining what feels like miles worth of land separating one large house from another. If the buildings could even be described as houses.

Logan believes they look more like modern day mansions, giant buildings with pillars, nice landscaping, and a large road leading up to the front of the estate. The bike slows as they near they largest house on the street - if it can even be called a street - with the most space separating it from the other mansions.

Momentarily, Logan wonders if he screamed, if any of the other people living in this neighborhood would be able to hear him.

Remus slows almost to a stop as he inputs an absurdly long code on a box connected to the front gate, and then Logan watches as it slowly opens inwards. He expects to hear a creak or something, but there's nothing. Remus's hand reaches behind him to gently pat Logan's calf, before he accelerates forwards, up the solidly paved road leasing up to the building.

Logan sneaks a glance behind him and watches as the large gates slowly shut themselves.

Remus parks the bike outside, behind a nice, slick black car, and next to the limo Logan was becoming all too familiar with. Remus shuts the bike off, before taking his sunglasses off and swinging his left leg over, hopping off the bike. He then carefully pulls the helmet from Logan's head, and muses at his messy hair, while hanging the helmet from the handlebar. Then, without warning, his hands plant themselves on Logan's waist and suddenly he's picked up, and promptly thrown over Remus's shoulder.

"Wha-" Logan exclaims, face turning bright red at how easily he was picked up. For someone so scrawny, Remus was surprisingly strong.

"I can walk, you know,' Logan states, though he makes no move to even wiggle in Remus's grasp, staying slumped. He hears Remus laugh, before a hand gently rubs over his thighs. Turning a darker shade of red, Logan stops talking entirely, instead twisting his hands into the fabric of Remus's shirt.

The hand only moves once the front door is being pushed open, and they're walking into the mansion Logan's not so sure he'll ever be used to seeing.

Remus kicks the door shut behind him, and keeps walking, his hand coming to rest on Logan's ass this time, patting it affectionately before squeezing out of nowhere, which earns a surprised squeak.

As they progress through the halls, Logan starts to hear muffled voices and laughter, which only amplifies as a door is pushed open. Bright, golden light stings Logan's eyes, but what he's more so focused on is what's said as they walk in.

"Oh, hey! You brought the cutie back!"

Despite the one interaction Logan's had with him, he can easily tell it's Roman, a mixture of genuine surprise and teasing flirtation in his voice. Logan didn't know whether or not he liked the fact that with this angle, Roman was staring at his ass. Or that he could identify Logan based off of it.

"I was wondering when you were going to bring him by again," Roman then adds, followed by what sounds like something slapping fabric, and a dramatic "what? I'm not good enough for you?"

That causes Logan to freeze, going completely still. He recognized that voice; it's even more familiars than Roman's is.

"Anyway, Remus, you finally got another baby?" That question is more genuine than his previous statement, and Logan's bitterly reminded that Remus has had other sexual partners before him. But he's unsure why that reminder irks him so much.

He's drawn out of his thoughts with a harsh slap to his ass, which makes Logan yelp and his face to go red, more so now that he knows exactly who he's standing in front of. Before he can even respond to anything, though, he's being gently maneuvered off of Remus's shoulder, and set flat on the ground.

He's facing Remus's chest, but he can hear one of them sit up, and he feels a wave of humiliation rush over him as he awkwardly turns around, and ends up face to face with Janus.

The latter is staring at him, unsurprised, but otherwise unreadable. There's silence, for a moment, before Janus just groans.

"Fuck, of course!" he curses, leaning back onto Roman's chest, who happily wraps his arms around his body. "I bet Virgil money you were a stripper!"

"What?"

Finally, Janus cracks a grin. "I'm joking. Not about the bet, that was real." He waves his hand dismissively, before continuing with "I should have expected this, though. When both of the twins gushed about Remus's new, submissive nerd, it sounded too much like you, so much so I'm surprised you weren't my first thought."

Logan stammers, struggling to process this. Roman and Remus both talk about him, they've talked about him to Janus, and Janus agrees with the consensus he's submissive?

"I'm...." Logan sighs, arms wrapping around his midsection. "Overwhelmed."

There's immediate silence, and for a moment Logan worries if his honesty just ruined the playful mood everyone else seemed to be in. He didn't regret it, of course, as he knew that expressing the way he felt was healthy, but he was starting to doubt whether or not this was an appropriate situation to do such in.

Remus's hand lands on his lower back, though, as he states "okay. That's okay. We can stop with the teasing if you want. What can I do to help you?"

"I just need time. And space. To process... this." He can't even manage a smile at Janus, so he looks away from him altogether. He didn't feel judged or anything; Janus was a non-judgemental person. Additionally, he seemed to he in the same situation Logan was in! It was merely the fact Logan didn't expect this. He couldn't predict it. And now he was caught off guard by the variables suddenly (and metaphorically) slapping him in the face and reminding him that people have lives outside of his.

How come he had never bothered to ask Janus more about his personal life? They were friends, after all. Is that what friends did?

He doesn't process Remus is taking his hand until he's gently tugged to the side, and Logan lets himself follow, only turning his head back upwards once Janus and Roman's quiet voices fade completely, and they're back at Remus's room.

"Thanks for announcing your feelings," Remus says, as he closes the door behind them. Logan expects bitterness, or at the very least annoyance, but Remus just sounds genuine. "I wasn't aware y'all knew each other. If so, I probably would have warned you before we went inside."

"It's fine. I'm not uncomfortable with him anyway."

Remus flops down onto the bed, and Logan hears a crack coming from him, followed by Remus pulling the now-snapped sunglasses out of his pocket and pouting. He tosses the pieces to the floor after a moment, however, and then turns back to Logan. "Feel free to sit wherever. On the floor, on the bed. On my face." He winks while saying that last part, and while normally Logan would explain that there'd be no reward doing that for either of them while fully clothed, he stays quiet, and crawls onto the bed next to Remus.

Remus smiles at him, before going "so, if you're fine with Janus, why are you overwhelmed?"

Logan stares back at him, watching intensely as Remus rolls onto his side, and then onto his stomach, before pulling himself closer so his head is on Logan's lap.

He tilts it upwards in order to stare Logan in the face and await his answer.

Thinking for a moment, Logan's silent, before he attempts to vocalize his thoughts. "I'm not exactly sure," is his preface, just in case what he says doesn't make sense. He's never really been good with feelings, and while negative ones were a lot easier to express, they were harder to analyze and further explain.

"But," he continues, a hesitant hand coming to rest in Remus's hair. He very slowly runs his fingers through the messy strands, but upon Remus's eyes fluttering closed, he becomes more confident with the affectionate motions. "But I guess I just wasn't expecting him to be here. It caught me off guard. I could deal with Roman, because he's your brother. I've met him. But Janus? He never told me he was a sugar baby."

"Well, did you ever ask?"

Logan's mouth goes dry, but he defensively states "I didn't even know what that was until about a month ago!"

Remus smiles.

"And then- and then hearing that you guys talk about me? I'm not surprised, I guess it's a uniquely common profession between you and Roman, but why is it that Janus has heard about me, and I haven't heard anything about him?"

"Roman's got a big mouth." Remus's response is somewhat joking, but he does push himself up so that he and Logan are sitting face to face. "And I did mention Janus. I just didn't say his name."

"Or any defining character traits."

Remus laugh, and repeats "or any defining character traits. What was I supposed to say? He's got vitiligo and he's an asshole? I'm sure that describes a handful of people."

Logan huffs, before sucking in a deep breath. Remus was right, he did mention Janus, and in a situation like this he could understand why they wouldn't say Janus's name with him around. They clearly didn't say his. Maybe some sort of confidentiality agreement?

Logan briefly wonders if he should have signed a contract or something.

"Do you want your gift now?" Remus then blurts out, staring at Logan wide-eyed. "I understand you're overwhelmed, and maybe a bit upset, and I'm sure you can talk to Janus alone about all of this shit later, but how about we turn that big brain of yours off for a bit, and we have a little fun? That might help distract you."

"That was an awful segue."

Despite criticizing Remus's horribly poor initiation skills, Logan doesn't push Remus's hands away when they fins his hips, or when he's being kissed. It's a lot gentler than Logan expects it to be, and with all the softness, Logan has to pull away, touching his fingers to his upper lip where Remus's mustache hairs were tickling it.

Remus snickers, before he reaches behind Logan to his nightstand, opening up a drawer. He ends up pulling out a small box, and a bottle of lube.

The lube makes Logan blush, as everything even remotely having to do with sex seems to do, but he looks at the box curiously. It's wrapped up in black wrapping paper, and tied with blue ribbon, and after a few moments of staring at it, Remus pushes it towards him..

Taking the hint, Logan unties the ribbon, before pulling the lid off the box. He's confused, for a moment, about the contents, but it seems to click in his head seconds later.

"Oh..." he breathes, as he feels the blood rush to his cheeks. He can't even spare a glance in Remus's direction, too flustered to be able to handle the no doubt proud grin donning Remus's face.

"Do you like it?" Remus asks, as his fingers dip within the box to pull the object out. Its a thin black collar, adorned with silver accents, and a cute blue bell attached to the front. There's also a small, but noticeable silver box at the end of the collar that'll be pressed against Logan's neck when it's put on. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to be noticeable.

"I know you enjoyed the idea of a collar, as evidenced by the last time I saw you," Remus explains, as he also pulls a long, black leash from the box. Using the loop on the collar, Remus fastens them together, and then shows it off. "So, I decided to splurge a bit and get one custom made for you." Remus flicks the bell, causing a high pitched jingling sound to ring from it.

Unfastening the clamp in the back, Remus holds it up to Logan's face. "Do you want to try it on?"

Logan can't find his voice for a moment, but he finally clears his throat and answers "sure," unsure of how to properly express the pleasant knot swelling in his stomach.

Remus's rough hands slide over his throat as he works to fasten the collar behind Logan's head. He sticks a finger between the band and Logan's neck, and the thing becomes tight enough for Logan to let out a gasp.

Seemingly satisfied, Remus moves away, and then tilts Logan's head up with his fingers in order to inspect the way Logan's slender throat pushed against the collar.

"It's cute," Remus comments, before swiping at the bell and listening to it jingle, releasing hold of Logan's chin. "Don't you agree?"

"Yeah," Logan stupidly responds, hand shooting up to press against the collar. He's speechless. When Remus said he had a gift for him, he definitely didn't expect this! But, as Logan's brain finally catches up, he realizes Remus looks a little concerned.

Worry? Skepticism? Did Logan spot insecurity those reddish-brown eyes?

"I'm serious," Logan then adds. "I do like it. And, though I believe the definition of 'cute' relies on the perspective of the observer, I'd say that, at least in my eyes, the collar can be defined as such." He doesn't know why seeing Remus look doubtful unnerves him, but after he speaks, that little bit of vulnerability seems to be gone. Whether or not it was being masked or was actually soothed by Logan's words was a puzzle Logan couldn't quite figure out.

When Remus smiles wider, Logan feels a little bit of tension melt from his shoulders, before Remus's fingers slowly travel down the expanse of the leash. Logan watches, almost entranced, before Remus is planting a hand onto his chest and shoving him down.

The steady hold keeps him there, but then Remus loops the leash around his knuckles to shorten it, and then tugs. Hard.

Logan feels his neck be lifted ever so slightly off the bed, but his head falls back. There's pressure on the sides of his neck, and there's that strangely good feeling of Logan's blood flow being interrupted. Maybe it's the sadistic gleam in Remus's eyes, or the feeling of being totally out of control, but something about the situation induces a lewd reaction from Logan, his thighs pressing together to hide his growing arousal while he lets out a pathetic, choked off moan.

Remus looks delighted.

"God, you're so hot," Remus states, as he loosens his hold on the collar, watching the way Logan head falls against the bed, rattling the bell which chimes eagerly. "You don't even have to try. You just exist at a constantly desperate state, huh? You want to be hurt by me, don't you? Want to be touched?"

"Yes," Logan moans, eyes fluttering shut as he sucks in deep breath after deep breath. They shoot open, though, when Remus's hand slips under his shirt, pushing it up enough to show off his nipples.

Remus then leans down, and trails his tongue up Logan's body. Logan watches with flustered eyes as Remus stops at his nipples, before wrapping his lips around one of them.

His tongue swipes over the bud, and he seems pleased by the soft moan Logan lets out in response, though the bit of squirming it earns him is surprising.

"Remus-" Logan gasps, hands finding Remus's hair, and it feels as though Logan is trying to push him away. "Remus, wait." He sound's breathy and whiny,

Remus pulls away.

"You okay?" he asks, licking his lips, before watching as Logan's hands come to cover his nipples. Logan just lets out an embarrassed whine in response, but Remus can already tell what happened, and he's more than thrilled.

"What's your colour?" Remus asks, and upon hearing a pathetic "green," Remus gets right into the dirty talk.  "Are your nipples sensitive? Must be from all of those years of deprivation. How good does it make you feel when they're sucked on, huh? What if I were to bite them?" Logan moans loud at the idea, while Remus teasingly traces his finger down to circle around Logan's bulge.

The scene pauses for a moment, though, before Remus goes "Logan, I need you to answer me honestly. Can I degrade you?"

At this, Logan dares open his eyes, mostly to just make eye contact with Remus.

"Degrade? Like... disrespect?"

Remus laughs, before pressing a kiss to Logan's stomach. "Actually, more like insults. But mainly sexual ones. It'd be mean and completely untrue, but some people are into vulgar words being thrown at them,"

Logan hesitates, and Remus rubs his thigh comfortingly. "We don't have to do it. You're allowed to day no-"

"I want to try it."

Remus stops, immediately silenced by Logan's proclamation. He's smiling, but just to make double check, he asks "are you sure?" That earns a desperate "yes," from Logan, and Remus internally muses at his little experimentalist.

"Alright slut," Remus begins, as he forces Logan's arms back above his head in order to properly get his shirt off. His hands then work their way down to Logan's pants, rather impatiently tugging them down and tossing them away. Logan's boxers follow suit.

"Aw, is your pathetic cock leaking already?" Remus coos, as he reaches his hand forward to gently smear Logan's precum down the expanse of his cock. "You must have really liked me playing with your nipples."

Logan's hips buck into Remus's hand, only for Remus to pull it away, momentarily depriving Logan of touch.

"Ah-ah," Remus tuts, as his hands find themselves on Logan's waist, both moving to support him. "Silly pet. You only get pleasure when I say you get pleasure. Do you understand?"

Logan moans, and suddenly Remus is yanking the leash again, drawing a pleased cry from Logan's mouth. Wrapping the leash around his knuckles repeatedly, he uses it to pull Logan's head off the mattress, momentarily admiring the drool running down Logan's chin and that excited gleam in his eyes.

"Do you understand?" Remus repeats, voice low, and Logan moans again.

He chokes out a "yes! yes, I understand," which is immediately acknowledged by Remus cooing at him, petting his hair and placing a kiss to the corner of Logan's mouth.

Remus then flips Logan around, adjusting the collar and then shoving Logan's face and chest into the mattress. He raises Logan's ass into the air, squeezing his upper thighs, before his hands pull away.

When Logan lifts his head to try and see what Remus is doing, his face is promptly shoved back into the mattress. So, clearly getting the message, Logan keeps it there.

He has to turn it to the side at the very least in order to breathe, but after hearing the sound of a cap opening, he knows what to expect.

He sucks in an excited breath, as if bracing himself, hyper-aware of the way the collar rests against his throat. It's tight enough to be constantly noticeable, and enough to prevent him from sucking in breaths that are too deep, but Logan found that aspect rather attractive. More so than he probably should have.

Something lukewarm presses against his hole, and Logan's surprised to feel not the familiar press of fingers, but instead the wider tip of Remus's cock.

"No prep?" Logan asks, curious.

"You really think a slut like you needs prep?" comes Remus's scratchy reply, slapping the side of Logan's thigh surprisingly hard. Logan flushes. "You've taken my cock enough times that I bet you'll spread like a whore for me."

"Are you sure?"

Logan's unconvinced response causes Remus to pause, before he's leaning over Logan and pressing a kiss between Logan's shoulder blades.

Whispering, Remus responds "I'm sure. I've also used extra lube. If you feel any pain at all, just tell me, okay?"

Logan relaxes almost instantaneously, sighing out "okay." Remus has had sex more times than he had, so it was enough assurance that Remus believed he'd be okay for Logan to ultimately trust him. Surely, he'd know what would be okay. It'd be bad business to horribly injure your client, after all.

One of Remus's hands settle firmly on his waist, while the other once again loops the leash around it.

"Ready, bitch?" Remus grunts, though he doesn't wait for a response as he proceeds to push into Logan immediately after. Admittedly, he goes slow, but that doesn't stop from jolting Logan, who grips the mattress tightly, moaning loudly.

"See? I told you you could take it," Remus then muses, as he pushes himself all the way in. He squeezes Logan's thighs so tightly it hurts. But, Remus was right. Aside from a little anxiety, Remus's cock slides into him embarrassingly easily.

Luckily, Remus waits a few moments to allow Logan to take a few deep breaths, before suddenly the leash is being yanked, forcing Logan's head up with a moan, as Remus's thrusts suddenly start up, fast and brutal.

It's rougher than anything Remus has done thus far, but it feels so good, so much so Logan's eyes roll back into his head, drool dripping down his chin.

"Are you liking it, whore? Huh?" Remus asks, pulling tighter on the leash. Logan's unaware of the dumb smile he has on his face, choking out a barely audible moan, but that's not good enough for Remus. "Answer me," Remus then grits into Logan's ear, fully aware of the fact Logan's unable to.

"Ye- yes," Logan just barely manages to get out, followed by a surplus amount of coughing and gasping as Remus eases his hold on the leash. "Please, fuck," Logan curses, as he proceeds to shove his face back into the mattress. His legs spread further, drool smearing nastily over his chin.

Tears grace his eyes as Remus thrusts into his prostate, crying out pathetically as his eyes squeeze shut. Calculated yet sporadic, Remus was a sexual contradiction, an oxymoron in physical form, and a powerhouse of pleasure when it related to assaulting Logan's inexperienced body. The pleasure was intense, more so amplified by the fact his blood flow could be cut off at Remus's will. It was unexpected; it was completely outside of his control. And while, normally, he'd attempt to understand and work to control every variable around him, he found he didn't mind giving up control to Remus as much as he thought he might.

There was just something so appealing about someone so unpredictable being in control of Logan's well-being.

He feels Remus's nails dig into his waist. "Am I making you feel good?" Remus taunts, though he sounds sure of himself as he speaks. A groan seeps into his voice, and Logan moans at the fact he's making Remus feel good too.

"I must be," Remus then adds, with a grunt, "if your noises are any indication."

Logan let's out an incoherent whine, arms outstretched as his nails dig into the mattress. Warmth twists in his abdomen, and sweat forms on his forehead, as Remus leans over his back. His hot breath fans across Logan's neck, before soft kisses are being pressed to the skin, staying weary of the collar.

"So pretty," Remus coos, into Logan's ear. "What a gorgeous, pathetic slut." Remus's hand wraps around Logan's body, fingers curling around Logan's length. He pumps Logan's shaft quickly, grinning as Logan cries out in added pleasure, momentarily tightening around Remus's own cock.

"Say that you're close," Remus then commands, nipping at Logan's earlobe. "I want to know how quickly your sensitive body gets worked up. How good at sex am I? Good enough to have you coming within minutes."

That was a bit of an exaggeration, but the hyperbolic insult directed specifically at Logan's low stamina makes him acutely aware of the fact he was moments away from coming.

"Please," Logan begs, gasping in a throat-full of air. "I'm so close."

"Tell me you need to come."

"I need- I need to come!"

Remus is silent afterwards, and Logan's unsure of whether or not he's supposed to. God forbid he disobey Remus, though his overwhelming desire to attain release is pressing, but moments later Remus is huskily whispering "go on. Make a mess of yourself for me," and Logan's coming hard over Remus's fingers.

Before he can even process it, those same fingers are then being shoved into his mouth, and Logan cringes at the bitter taste.

But at Remus's command of "suck," Logan finds himself listening, whining as he drags his tongue across Remus's digits, cleaning his own sexual secretions off of Remus's hand. He lets his eyes flutter closed once more as he works to clean the fingers off completely, whining with each thrust that continues to stimulate his oversensitive body, before Remus is pulling out and Logan feels his come suddenly splatter against his ass and thighs.

The idea of milky-white come painted over his body makes him whine again, before Remus pulls his fingers out.

With a soft chuckle, Remus gropes Logan's thighs a final time, before encouraging him to slump onto the bed.

"You okay?" Remus murmurs, as he lays beside Logan.

Panting, Logan shoves his fingers between the collar to try and distance it between his neck, before shifting as he feels the leash tickle his back.

"Can you take the leash off, please?" comes Logan's response.

Remus doesn't answer, but Logan feels the rough drag of Remus's finger padding drag across his neck, though it's clear he's attempting to be gentle, before the leash unhooks.

Carelessly, Remus tosses it over the side of the bed. "Is the collar okay, or do you want to take it off too?" he then asks, voice gruff as he attempts to be quiet. Logan is surprised by how much he finds he likes it.

"The collars fine," Logan whispers, and he blinks slow. "Are we going to shower?"

"No."

"But... we're dirty."

Remus snickers. "No, you're dirty. And you could use a nap, or just time to lounge for a bit. We can shower after." There's silence for a moment, before Remus adds "besides, I like how you smell after sex. Sweaty, musky; you don't smell like heavy soap. It's less artificial. Plus, you smell like me."

Logan feels his face heat up. He didn't understand the appeal of being sweaty at all, and he's positive any normal person would appear that smelling cleaner was preferred. But Remus wasn't normal, and Logan found he appreciated that Remus not only didn't expect perfection, but didn't seem to like it much either.

Relaxing, Logan lets himself lay carelessly in Remus's hold, as Remus's fingers pet Logan's front.

It's comforting, and admittedly, Remus's distraction worked. As Logan drifts off into a heavy slumber, he doesn't even realize that Roman and Janus are the last things on his mind. And he doesn't even bother thinking about how he's going to handle it when he wakes up.

[derelictheretic]

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton, @clicheantagonist and @baldurrs (Thank you!!) to list 5-10 songs that describe or relate to my fav otp/personal ship(s) ! Stuck to my fc5 ones for this <3

Tagging: @viktor-sinclaire @trashcatsnark @bluemojave @ishwaris @unholymilf @roofgeese @sukoshimikan @detectivelokis @strangefable @necro-hamster @deputyash @rejected-beater @jollybone @eur0paa-2 @i-am-the-balancing-point

I just went with 5 songs for each ship, I've been obsessed with Sleep Token recently so they have snuck into a few playlists lmao

Spotify

Clueless by Ellie Williams

Do you think she has seen i'm captivated by her speech?

Or is she clueless?

The Only Exception by Paramore

And up until now I had sworn to myself

That I'm content with lonlieness

I Love you but you make me cry by Elthia

You try to protect yourself

So I have to rip through you

I Wish I never Met You by Babygirl

I wish I knew forever would end so soon

I wish I never kissed you in my living room

Enemies by Lauv

Oh tell me, why did we throw away the love we had?

And tell me why do, why do we love to make it hurt so bad?

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River by Bishop Riggs

Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver

Holy hands, will they make me a sinner?

Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience

Your love is better than cocaine

I need you more than oxeygyn

Room For Two by Will Knox

If there is a heaven

I hope I go to hell with you

John My Beloved by Sufjan Stevens

I am a man with a heart that offends

With its lonely and greedy demands

Granite by Sleep Token

I was more than just a body in your passenger seat

And you were more than somebody I was destined to meet

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I love you baby by Surf Mesa, Emilee

I love you baby, and if it's quite alright

I need you baby, to warm these lonely nights

Dance Alone by Talya Parx

Left hand up, right hand on the bible

You walked in, I was dead on arrival

Angel of small death and the Codeine scene by Hozier

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh

I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet

My Attic by P!nk

I will give you all my secrets

If you promise you can brave my attic

Lovefool by The Cardigans

Say that you love me

Fool me, fool me

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It Will Come Back by Hozier

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it

Honey, don't feed it, I will come back

Once Upon a Dream by Lana Del Ray

And I know it's true, vision are seldom what they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

Alkaline by Sleep Token

And she's changing me

It's too late for me now, I am altered

Deity by Valeree

I'll be your deity, fall to your knees

Oh, honey, pray to me between the sheets

Religion by ZAND

My angel's most polite

When I am on my knees

Spotify

Hit Me With a Kiss by Solo

And when he hit me with his kiss

I tasted whiskey on my lips

Persia by Until The Ribbon Breaks

If I can't be your prince

Then I like to whisper, I'd like to leave you in my fingerprints

Love Is A Weapon by Letdown.

It's just a masochistic love

I've got the push under your shove

I Go Hungry by Mother Mother

When I go hungry I go nail and tooth

When I go hungry, I go hungry, I go hungry

Puppy Pound by Jazmin Bean

Normally i'm no stray, you won't find me in the lost and found

So why'd you make me feel like I am in the goddamn puppy pound?

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Power by Isak Danielson

When you move, you make my oceans move too

If I hear my name I will run your way

I'll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last

Our mistakes, they were bound to be made

But I promise you I'll keep you safe

Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley

And Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

The Summoning by Sleep Token

Oh, and my love

Did I mistake you as a sign from God

His Hands by Blegh

But you know I was still down on my knees

Like it was a religion

[mywifeleftme]

341: The Waitresses // Wasn't Tomorrow Wonderful?

Wasn't Tomorrow Wonderful? The Waitresses 1982, Polydor

The Waitresses were such a peculiar project: considered a borderline novelty band based on their two hit singles (no wave-y stripper anthem “I Know What Boys Like” and wondrous ska noel song “Christmas Wrapping”), their membership connects dots between the ‘70s Akron scene (Devo, Tin Huey), Television, the Psychedelic Furs, and John Zorn, and featured an actual waitress on lead vocals. Said waitress, Patty Donahue, was a true natural at the post-punk sprechgesang thing. For other singers, a flat affect was often a way to mask shyness or to de-emphasize the vocalist’s personality. Donahue was cool enough to simply be herself up there, sarcastic, fabulous, smart, and messy. She makes the lyrics sound so natural you assume she’s basically singing her diary—which is why not a day goes by without some bright young woman, who’s felt utterly seen by a song like “No Guilt,” giving a startled “Oh!” at the realization the very much male Chris Butler wrote all the words.

Their debut Wasn’t Tomorrow Wonderful? is often nearly as prog as it is punk (try to follow the zig-zagging “Quit” or “Heat Night”), the songs crammed with wild hairpin tempo changes and skronky bridges that somehow still sound like something you might hear playing over the PA at the grocery store. They need all that busy-ness to accommodate Butler’s absurdly verbose lyrics, which have the respect for meter of a jazzy spoken word recital (so none, I mean). The musicians need to really have their working boots on to keep this stuff feeling poppy, but for the most part they nail it with panache.

And those lyrics! I can think of few albums as legitimately clever as this one, even forty years on. Donahue’s glib performance of a young woman getting her shit together on “No Guilt” could describe any number of girls I knew in college and, from what I glean from social media anyway, still works for the present generation. And truly, today’s assembly line of singer-songwriters trying to score clout by writing the most withering lowercase boy-bye diss (see Kara Jackson’s damp “therapy” for one) wish they could do what Butler does with “Jimmy Tomorrow.” The potshots are sparkling (“There's nothing that's wrong with me / That money can't cure / But I don't want to be somebody else's / Learning experience / Some rich kid's way to spend his allowance”), but Butler understands that the woman in the story’s more intriguing than the bad ex, and by keeping her the focus of the monologue he finds both a pithy diagnosis of her social ailments (“It's what happens when your choices / Are narrowed to fashion or violence”) and her emotional ones (“I guess I set impossible goals / And I don’t know when to quit / Is that it?”). On an album with no ballads and little sentimentality, Donahue’s vocal finds something really resonant in these lines, even as the band absolutely goes off behind her. But for the Waitresses, angst was always best used as a springboard for a brilliant punchline, and they end the album with an all-timer: “My goals? / My goals are to find a cure for irony and make a fool out of God.”

The band didn’t last long (two LPs and an EP), and it’s not clear whether their very specific brand of schtick could’ve survived the transition from new wave to alternative rock without losing its dazzle. But Butler and Donahue deserve to be mentioned when the all-time great lyricist/vocalist tandems are discussed, because like a good kitchen / front of house pairing, they make a very complex business look seamless.

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[worido]

Decided i wanted to Talk about some of the Games that released in 2023 i played.

Gonna mainly focus on some smaller games i really enjoyed or found interesting in some way.

Cassette Beasts

Starting with what might well be one of if not my favourite game of the year, Cassette Beasts.

It's a Creature Collection RPG in which you are stranded on a mysterious island called New Wirral and adventure across the island both to better understand the nature of the island itself and to potentially find a way off the island. In doing so you meet several companions, one of which will be accompanying you at any point, as well as a community of people consisting of other castaways and their descendents. You also encounter various monster that you can record using cassette tapes to then transform into to fight back. As you journey with your companions you also unlock the option to Fuse with them during battle giving you access to thousands of monster fusions to use in battles.

The whole game honestly feels well thought out and just feels satisfying to play and clearly designed by people who play and understand Creature Collection/Monster Taming RPGs. A simple example of this in my eyes is the simple fact that you cannot accidentally knock out the monster you are trying to record, this games equivalent of capturing.

Something the Devs, among other things, talk about in this Steam blogpost about design and expectations for those curious.

Have i mentioned yet that the soundtrack is amazing and dynamically adds vocals during fights under certain conditions ?

The composer Joel Baylis uploaded a few tracks on YouTube if people are curious.

I could probably keep writing about Cassette Beasts and might need to do a seperate post in the future but for now, if you can only check out one game from this list, go check out Cassette Beasts, it's great.

Chants of Sennaar

For something more Relaxed, theres the Puzzle game Chants of Sennaar. In it you are dropped at the bottom of a tower inhabited by multiple groups of people without any direction and the slight catch that you don't speak any of their languages. As you make your way up this Tower of Babel alike you therefore have to figure out the language of the people you meet and use it to solve puzzles and sometimes translate between groups. It's a relatively short game, it personally took me about 7 hours, but a very interesting experience nonetheless.

Shadows of Doubt

Shadows of Doubt mixes the world of Noir Detectives, a Cyberpunk setting and randomly generated cities. You set out to solve cases of murder, stolen items, infidelity or plain simple Information gathering. In doing so you often sneak around and break laws as the enforcers are everything but cooperative. All this with the eventual goal to earn enough social credit for your Detective to retire.

Despite the randomly generated nature of it the game is surprisingly good at generating coherent cases with enough leads to provide you something to work with or even sometimes giving you red herrings to trip over as the citizens lives are constantly being simulated around you. With that said the game is still in early access and random generation does have it weirdness sometimes, still it's a fun time and if you can tolerate and find the fun in abit of jank every now and then, worth a look.

Laika: Aged trough Blood

Gonna preface that this one comes with a Content Warning for it's Story for violence, blood, drugs, and strong language (Taken from it's Steam Page)

Getting to the actual game thought the Devs describe it as a Motorvania, a 2D Metroidvania on a motorbike which hits the nail on the head pretty well. Set in a Post-apocalyptic World oppressed by a fascist bird empire. You play as Laika, a coyote mother who bears a curse passed on trough her family that prevents her from dying. At the start of the game her tribe chooses to actively bring the Fight against the birds after one of their children is murdered and crucified with their own guts by the Birds.

The game then takes Laika trough the World on her quest to put a end to the oppression trough the Birds, making use of her curse which prevents her from dying.

On a gameplay level it has you biking trough the world shooting bird soldiers along the way, often treating encounters as something that feels closer to a puzzle in which you have to navigate the fire from the soldiers while returning fire and trying not to crash, since in this game any hit means death.

Similarly enemies also typically die within a shot or two and the game doesn't tend to feel too punishing as respawn points are pretty frequent.

It all comes together in a world that has a Somber Beauty to it. It's all in all a pretty fun and somewhat emotional experience, although with the caveat that the game is hard and does require a certain resistance to frustration. That said, as you do make your way trough a big group of enemies dodging bullets and using the sides of your bike as cover, the game does feel rewarding to play.

Gonna stop this Post here, although i may make more of them in the future as i found i kinda enjoyed collecting my thoughts like this and there's plenty of more Games i played i can talk about.

That said, if anyone has any games of their own they found interesting or think deserve some extra eyes, pleas do tell I'm always looking for interesting games to play

[stevethehousewife]

Summary: He had once considered, at a point, going back to Nancy and begging her to take him back, telling her the truth, even the parts he hasn’t told Dustin or Robin.

Chrissy comes with no strings attached, no expectations. It’s completely fake. And she came to him herself.

Lie Awake

Steve’s in the middle of describing the plot of Gremlins to a girl when she reaches out and touches his arm, squeezing his biceps and dragging her hand down, eyes running over his body before she moves in and tilts her chin up.

“How about, instead of explaining to me what it’s about, and trying to convince me to rent it, you just come over and watch it with me tonight?” she asks, leaning in even closer as her voice gets lower and lower.

Steve swallows, ready to back up when she grabs the front of his vest and pulls him down to kiss him, her tongue flicking out to lick along his lips.

“Uh, a-actually-I-I mean, that sounds great, but-what’s your name?”

“Heidi.”

“Heidi, right,” Steve flounders, pulling her hands away from him at the wrists, “I just-I don’t think we’re really at ‘Code: Red’.”

Her brows furrow, “Code red?” she smirks, speaking lowly as she drops her hands down his stomach instead, nails tracing along the buckle of his belt, “Is that what alphas are calling it these days?”

“Mhmm, sure, that’s… Code: Red,” Steve repeats a little louder, “It’s just-I-”

“Steve!” Robin shouts from the other side of the store, “I need your help over here, it’s an emergency!”

Steve backs away from Heidi and forces a smile, “Sorry, duty calls,” he says as she crosses her arms and makes a face, opening her mouth to protest but Steve beats her to it, turning and walking away as fast as he can.

Robin, thankfully, mercifully, already has a cart for him and all but throws it his way when she sees him, “What’s the Code: Red, Dingus? This better be good.” She glances over Steve’s shoulder and then answers the question herself, “Girl trouble again? What is with you? All summer you were begging for girls to date you, and now they’re spilling in from both ends and you’re running scared?”

“It’s…” Steve sighs, leaning on the cart, “It’s complicated.”

“It’s not, though,” she motions to him, “You’re attractive, you’re an alpha, you smell good and you wipe your ass-” (“What?”), “I mean, I assume you do. Am I wrong?”

“No,” Steve scrunches up his face, “Of course I do. What dude doesn’t wipe his ass?”

Robin rolls her eyes and turns back to the shelf, “A lot of them, you’d be surprised,” she puts back up a few more tapes, “So what’s the big issue?” she asks, “This is the fourth girl you’ve turned down this week. You’d think a knothead like yourself would be… banging babes left and right, or whatever. Don’t you have like… ruts and stuff to attend to? You should be dating. Actively.”

Steve groans and looks away, sifting through the tapes himself to help her get to shelving the romance section, “That’s-I’m not… really-that’s-it’s complicated.”

“You keep saying that, but I don’t get how it could be.”

He rubs his temples and glances over when he sees Chrissy Cunningham come in through the front door of the store and he groans, “Please don’t make me talk to her.”

Robin lifts a brow, “Chrissy? Why not? She’s a sweetheart.”

“She’s been carrying a torch for years, I can’t take another person flirting with me today, I’ve reached my limit-”

“Then just take her home and do what you do best,” Robin says, motioning vaguely with her hand and Steve grabs it to stop her from pointing in Chrissy’s direction, hissing under his breath.

“Don’t. She’ll know you’re talking about her.”

“You do do it best, right?”

“I-how should I know?”

“I mean, that’s what the girls in school used to say.”

Steve sighs in defeat, “Used to say. Things change.”

“I doubt you forgot how to have sex, or-or did you?” she asks quizzically, “Is that even possible? Too many hits to the head?”

“Or something like that,” he mutters miserably as Chrissy spots them and starts to walk over, “She’s coming, just act normal.”

“You act normal.”

“Steve?”

Steve turns to Chrissy and forces a smile, hands dropping to his waist as the scent of her starts to hit him and he blinks in surprise, mouth going dry.

She blushes and Steve does his best to try and find his voice, “Uh, hey, Chrissy,” he starts, trying not to be obvious, “How uh-how are you doing?”

“Normal,” Robin whispers to him and walks away.

Chrissy nervously watches Robin leave and then turns back to Steve, “Can we talk? Somewhere private?”

Steve nearly plants his face in his hands and waters them. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s cursed. Clearly, he should’ve gone with muters instead of what his dad wanted him to do. He does his best to keep the smile going and motions towards the door at the back of the building, walking through it first and motioning to Keith in the chair.

“Wanna take five?”

Keith looks between him and Chrissy and makes a face, “Don’t sit in my chair when you do it.”

Steve nearly swallows his tongue and closes the door behind Keith as he leaves, turning back to Chrissy and motioning to her, “Alright, what’s up? I take it this has to do with you being-… you’re an omega, right?”

She nods.

“Just making sure,” he touches his chin pensively, “Teachers always said we’d spot it a mile away. I didn’t believe them. First Omega in Hawkins, how can I help?”

“Jason’s been giving me a hard time,” she says nervously, looking down at her skirt and touching along the hem of it, “I-... I-...”

Steve takes her hands and slowly sits down in the seat Keith was in, looking up at her in hopes that a submissive position will help her feel a little more welcome to speak. He knows that the scent of an alpha can be pretty intimidating sometimes.

Chrissy smiles a tiny, shy thing, “I’m still a virgin,” she says in a small voice, “And he wants-but I don’t want-... and other guys on some of the teams keep saying that if I don’t want Jason, I should choose them. They’re all…”

“Knotheads,” Steve says and she nods, eyes wide.

She’s shaking from head to foot like a leaf. Her fear is more evident than it’s ever been. Even long before she presented, Steve knew she had trouble with guys on the team. A lot of them were looking at her in hopes that she would be an Omega.

A lot of kids have treated Will in similar ways recently, and Nancy back before he and her started dating - it’s one of the reasons he pursued her in the first place. It wasn’t the most genuine of things he’s ever done and he has a lot of regrets about it now, but he wanted to keep her safe. And she wanted him back.

And now she’s an Alpha herself.

Will has a lot of friends that keep him safe now that he’s back in Hawkins, but Steve’s heard the horror stories of things that he went through while they lived out in California. And he’s not even presented.

Nancy hadn’t presented at the time.

Chrissy has.

Steve’s seen it happen over and over again with anyone suspected of even possibly, maybe being an Omega. He can only imagine how bad it is for her now.

None of them deserve these kinds of advances, but at least two of them have it handled.

Chrissy doesn’t have anyone.

She barely even knows him from when he was in school, and even then it’s only through Jason that they’ve even talked maybe… a handful of times. He always thought she was cute, kind of gorgeous these days, but he’s always done his best not to move in on girls associated with teammates.

But he’s not in school anymore.

And clearly she needs someone to support her if she came to him, of all people. Just please let this not be about her wanting him to knot her during her heats or something. As amazing as that sounds, and as honored as he’d feel, it’s just not physically possible. He can fake it better than most, but he can’t fake that.

“Okay,” he says slowly, crossing his arms, “What are you wanting from me? I can’t-I’m not-I don’t think I’d be comfortable with claiming you or taking your virginity or-or if you want me to talk to the alphas-”

“Pretend to date me,” she cuts him off and Steve stops talking, “I’m sorry, I know you’re… dating older girls and-”

“I’m not, actually,” Steve says, trying to be as transparent as possible while also treading carefully, “Actually, I’d love any excuse for them to think I’m not available for dating, so uh, I guess we’re dating now?”

She smiles and he sees the immediate relief in her shoulders as they drop a fraction, “I know it’ll be extra work for you, but I… I appreciate it.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I know you want something out of it,” she trails off, looking down at herself.

“I don’t mind,” he repeats his words, “Seriously.”

Chrissy rolls her eyes, but she’s still smiling, “All alphas want something. And I’m asking a big favor, I know I am, so…” she starts to lift her shirt and Steve hurriedly reaches out to stop her, standing back up and grabbing her wrists.

“Don’t-” he pushes her hands back down, “Look, I mean it, okay? I’m not… I’m not like alphas-other alphas. I don’t need anything in return. You don’t need to do-uh… whatever it was you were about to do. I just want to help, okay? Trust me, I’m not doing this expecting anything in return, I’m really not. Besides, remember that you’re doing me a favor too.”

She tilts her chin up to look him in the eyes, “Why do you want people to think that you’re not available?”

Steve huffs a laugh and shakes his head, “It’s complicated.”

“Is it-” she lowers her voice, “You’re not gay? Because that’s okay, if it’s true, I can be your beard, I won’t say a word-”

“No,” he says immediately, laughing, “No, I-I mean, I’m into both, I think, but… no, I love women, women aren’t the problem. I’m the problem,” he says vaguely, motioning to himself, “And I’m not ready to deal with any of it, okay?”

Chrissy frowns in confusion, “You’re not a virgin.”

“Not by any stretch of the imagination,” he agrees and smiles, “It’s complicated, but let’s just-can you drop it? It’s complicated and let’s leave it at that.”

“Okay,” she finally agrees and lets her shirt go, “I should-we should at least-” she looks down and then back up to him through her lashes and Steve feels weak in the knees the moment her eyes meet his. Fuck. He’s such a goner, “You can kiss me,” she says lowly, “We should… kiss.”

His heart beats start to pick up as he tries to control his breathing.

He shouldn’t.

But it’s been so long, so long since he’s been with someone intimately. So long since he’s even kissed someone, anyone. And at first it wasn’t unwilling but, ever since he presented back in July… he’s been terrified of being close to people.

He had once considered, at a point, going back to Nancy and begging her to take him back, telling her the truth, even the parts he hasn’t told Dustin or Robin.

Chrissy comes with no strings attached, no expectations. It’s completely fake. And she came to him herself.

She’ll never expect him to drop trou and perform like all of the girls pining and chasing after him do. He’s had more than a handful of them try to grab genitals that he doesn’t really have. Well he does, kind of, but they’d notice that it doesn’t quite add up to ‘Alpha standards’. They’d know that in a heartbeat.

Chrissy won’t do that. It’s just kissing. Kissing an Omega, another Omega… talk about taboo.

Steve touches her chin just before he moves in and takes her lips, stepping into her space and pressing his body to hers just enough that his scent will rub off on her.

Her own scent grows as her lips part and he tastes her, backing her to the table and breaking the kiss to trail them down her jaw, her neck. He won’t mark her but she should definitely leave here smelling like him at least a little bit.

Chrissy’s hands touch his cheeks, tentative but longing in a way that he’s pretty sure isn’t fake like she posed this relationship to be.

He can already tell that it’s going to get complicated from here.

Steve breaks the kiss and reaches out to the hanger by the back door, plucking his jacket down and wrapping it around Chrissy, “This might help.”

Her eyes widen as she touches the edge of the fabric and pulls it in to keep it tight, “Your jacket?” She leans up on her toes once more to kiss him on the lips, “Is it okay to ask you to start… bringing me to school?”

He already brings Robin, what’s the harm in Chrissy coming along for the ride?

“Sure.”

Of course, this means that Robin’ll have to start sitting in the backseat.

She’s not going to like it.

This fic was already posted on Patreon with active updates and is also now on AO3. For full releases at once, you can go here. Otherwise, I post semi-sporadically here and on AO3.

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6 ChatGPT Prompts To Validate A Business Idea

6 ChatGPT Prompts To Validate A Business Idea Many entrepreneurs have many ideas according to their business and they keep thinking of new ideas from time to time. Types of insight can never stop thinking about smart solutions, inventions, and new products or services for their existing business. Train ChatGPT to sense-check each idea, so you can sort those incredible must-do ideas from the ones that should be left well alone. Use these 5 prompts to help you do that. Table of Contents⤵️

1. Use ChatGPT to validate your business idea

1.1 Figure out your unfair advantage

1.2 Understand your perfect customer

1.3 Assess demand for your idea

1.4 Collect feedback

1.5 Make your testing plan

2. Best ChatGPT Prompts for Busines

2.1 ChatGPT Prompts for Finding Business Ideas

3. Validate your business idea with ChatGPT prompts

Use ChatGPT to validate your business idea

Figure out your unfair advantage

If you’re going to start a new business, there should be a clear reason why. Why are you specifically best placed to begin this particular venture? Ideally, you hit upon a concept that is multiplied by your unique intersection of skills, networks, and interests. Once you get that, no one can compete with you. If there isn’t a clear reason for you to start a business, maybe it’s not the idea for you.

Ask ChatGPT for an assessment of synergy with this prompt. Copy and paste straight in and complete the gaps: “I’m thinking of starting a business that [describe what this business does] and I want to understand my unique strengths in making it a success. I have experience in [describe your experience] and expertise in [describe your expertise]. I have access to people who [describe your network]. Can you give me the reasons why this will and won’t be a success based on my specific situation?”

Understand your perfect customer

Trying to sell to everyone won’t get you anywhere good. Selling to one very specific person, however, resonating with their world and turning them into a raving fan, will bring you more of the same. But first, you need to define them, make sure your idea actually solves their problems, and find out what action they are already taking. Get crystal clear on your perfect customer to unlock validation of your idea and see a clear plan to reach them. Now that ChatGPT knows about your business, prompt it for customer insights.

Here’s the prompt: “Now you know what business I want to start, can you suggest who might be the ideal customer for this business? Can you describe their demographics and explain what problems they might have, that my business might solve. Please rank these problems in order, starting with the most important thing to them. Next, tell me what products or services they are currently using to solve these problems.”

Assess demand for your idea

So you have your idea and a feeling you could make it a success. Your customer profile is nailed on and you feel confident that they have problems that your idea solves better than what already exists. Next, you need to check that your ideal customer exists and frame your idea in a way that resonates. Make sure there are compelling reasons why that person would want to buy that product. Make sure there’s enough demand in the entire market, make sure you’re not joining a declining industry after the big gains have already been made.

Here’s the prompt to further the conversation. “Can you give me 3 main reasons why someone would want to buy my product? Next, estimate how many people in [location, if applicable] could be in my target audience, and tell me the size of this market and its likely growth over the next five years. Please also include any adjacent markets I could explore.”

Collect feedback

Everything so far has been theory, now is where you get some practice. Take these value propositions to your ideal customer and see if they like them. Hear their concerns, understand what excites them, and refine your offering from there. Use the intel to decide if this is a mountain you want to climb, and how profitable this route might be. Go beyond friends and family to find those who match your ideal customer profile and will give their honest opinion.

Prompt ChatGPT to set you on this path. “Create a survey for my potential audience. Start by giving a description of my business and who it’s for, to set the scene. For the first question, create three compelling value propositions that address how my business solves a problem for them, and ask which value proposition most resonates. Next, ask how likely they would be to buy, and then ask what this new concept would need to do to win their business. Finally, give me options on how I collect this feedback from my target audience.”

Make your testing plan

Survey responses will give you an idea of what people might want and how likely they would be to buy, but having something they can actually test out is the next step to validating your business idea. Ideally, you do this without incurring huge costs or hassle. Get ChatGPT’s opinion on what this could be, based on what it knows so far.

“How do I create a minimum viable product (MVP) or prototype, to test my business idea with real users and gather their insights? Include information such as how much this might cost and the steps to take to make it happen. Include what metrics I should look out for to know if my idea is worth pursuing.”

Best ChatGPT Prompts for Business

Below is a list of advanced and helpful ChatGPT prompts for business owners and aspiring entrepreneurs. These prompts cover various aspects of business, including generating ideas, invoicing, communication, planning, and much more.

ChatGPT Prompts for Finding Business Ideas

“Generate a list of 10 innovative business ideas in the [industry] sector.”

“Suggest three niche markets within the [industry] that have growth potential.”

“Identify five current trends in the [industry] and how a new business could capitalize on them.”

“Analyze the top three competitors in the [industry] and suggest unique selling points for a new business.”

“Propose five business ideas that focus on sustainability and social impact.”

“Create a list of 10 low-cost business ideas that can be started with minimal investment.”

“Suggest three business ideas that cater to the remote work and freelancing market.”

“Identify five business opportunities arising from recent technological advancements.”

“Provide three business ideas that can help solve common problems faced by small business owners.”

“List five business ideas that can leverage the growing popularity of online shopping.”

Validate your business idea with ChatGPT prompts

Figure out your unique advantage, understand your perfect customer, and assess the demand for your idea, then collect feedback and make your plan for further testing. Repeat for every great idea until you find the one that will change the world.

Also Read -: 5 ChatGPT Prompts To Increase   Your Business IQ