#im not back i just miss when groupies were really a thing

[thisfanisgonesorry]

groupie love — hobie brown

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You seem energised.” I laughed softly.

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

“... Yeah.” I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Didn’t mean it like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I was about to say the same thing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alr’, alr’.” He drawled finally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re sorry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So deep.. So big. Slow down.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

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

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

“Hobie—” I cried out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hobie—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[who77o7]

I fucking hate my life. I am getting NO pussy and am extremely a LOOSER. did not go to track and field bbq - did not think too hard about aversion to it - and instead went to coffee shop. Took friend. sat at different tables. Spent afternoon in park with him+dog. frisbee. now mind did i not really want to do these things but he asked and then he brought the frisbee and the blanket and I guess I had kind of asked him if he had the cigarettes. Earlier in the coffee shop (what espresso makes me want a cig jus to calm my nerves) ... and then he asked about taking a fucking grounding walk with his dog. THe frisbee caught me offguard but it was fun to move around I guess.

and now all my track and field groupies are downstairs. Playing Mario cart. I live with two of two of them, can stand two of them, like three of them and kinda feel respect n intimidation for three of them, one of them is kinda weird, one of them is kinda boring n stiff, wish I were better friends with all of them except like kinda one and thats a long story.

and i think the problem is me - if there is a problem in why one of us cant stand each other. Because I have religious trauma. and I feel somehow triggered when I am with these people. Are my feelings of anxiety apparent because I feel I am acting inappropriately? like these things are now allowed, because iit was something I missed out on, therefore didnt deserve, and if I dont deserve it is because it deserves to be taken away from me in punishment.

So Basically I still hat e hanging out at my house sp make your fucking space nice so i can come and hang out in it.I'll work on making myself comfortable. I guess, Fuck You C and I. I and C. are you guys fr having fun down there? are you tired and overwhelmed? who went home first? what are your temperaments? I am a fucking evil vampire. is anyone mad at me? MY friends would be cooler to hang out with. If they all fucking knew each other. having friends that all know each other would be dope. Even a small group, if the small group knew all the people around their area from seeing them around because the things you need are walking distance away. like fr, circle in. like the streets in japan, hi angelica! the say hi! I hope you're still alive! I need to practice typing with my pinkies. I havent done it in forver, actually, and i sometimes forget were they keys are. which is crazy because how have i typed every fucking day of my life and I still trip up? why do my fingers twitch?

but it does sound pretty fun down there. too bad I would be too shy to do anything. i hate being a fucking freak LOOSER >:C I wish i could be cool around N and P. B too, and D but hes weird. but not as weird as C. I screams too much. everyone seems rly judgemental when i feel weird n I always feel weird. D says "you're weird" n "you suck." someone just came to complain abt the noise omg. they're whispering. "helllaa awkward." theyre quieter now.

I shake a lot when im nervous and i pretend im not there. i wish i didnt get nervous so easily. I guess I really hate being around other people. I dont know how to work them, to make them tolerate me. to have a damn personality worth remembering.

and see why do i feel like its my fault?! Like I did something ???somehow??? messed up and ruined peoples fun, and in so doing ... t\riggered their distaste and annoyance??? judgement and outcastment with them???!!

Anyway back to me getting no pussy , everyone is GOING TO THINK that I was FUCKING MY FRIEND because we were hanging out jn my room. Smoking a joint and watching hannibal. NOT FUCKING. he is not my type aand fucking dudes has got to be so far removed from emotional intimacy. Fuck I think that s why its a bit weird with n, because I see my gender identity as intimate , but when Im asked straight up i vomit it out because I want people to understand, but remember i vomit it, unfiltered chunky ugly smelly tangled hairball mess of emotional self awareness, understanding, and coping.

during PRIDE MONTH. i want to. know lesbians. I want lesbians to fall in love with me. FEm lesbians where are. you. mask lesbians. fem lesbias. masc lesbians.I am transmasc, but not a trans man. I may still be genderfluid. I just needed people to understand that I have that masculine side, that side where I feel aligned to the masculine spirit, when i told them that I was a man. Because I needed them to feel the seriousness of my desire to be aligned as such, that if i could switch i would, that if i could be born again i would switch and be sitting in that room down there at 20 years old instead of sick in bed,

and fearing that my identity will make me an object of ridicule and shame, afraid to be seen intimately and rejected and scorned. or worse, patronized and objectified.

I am insecure. aj FUCK YOU for singing that song that made me so angry and disrespected, but I DONT KNOW you weren.t trying to help me feelings but FUUCk YOOU i didnt like it. but whatever you;re fucking annoying but youre my only chill friend rn. like I hung out with a couple others and they just arent the people i am able to relax with.

[kimnjss]

capital h | pjm + jjk

⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader x jimin ⇢ genre: smut. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationship | threesome.  ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, slight nipple play, oral (f/m receiving), threesome, semi-public fingering, humiliation kink(?), slight dom!jimin, slight switch!jungkook, slight sub!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, penetrative sex, unsafe sex (wrap it up, loves!). a hint of jikook at the end. ⇢ summary: after learning of the activities your boyfriend and his best friend use to partake in, you can’t help but what to be apart of them. everyone always says, two is better than one, right? ⇢ A/N: this has been in my drafts for about three months, lmao. finally, i finished it and posted it! im lowkey excited because this was a lot of fun to write, and i’ve never written anything like it so! alright, yeah... let me know what you think x.

Your damp locks laid sprawled against your boyfriend's muscular thigh. Warm fingers twisting the wet curls between his fingers. Movements slowed due to the toe-curling, orgasm-inducing, mind-blowing tub sex you just shared. The last thing you had wanted was to get out and brave the cold air, but laying here, wrapped in his sheet with nothing underneath, you didn't want to be anywhere else.

 Being in Jimin's arms was a rare occurrence these days, moments like this becoming cherished treasures that you looked forward to. Excitement was the easy way to describe how you felt when he and his six best friends were pulling up in front of your house, inviting you to spend their day off with them.

 Of course, it was all Jimin's doing, you wouldn't have met any of those guys if it wasn't for your chance meeting with the handsome dancer. They liked you enough, though. Each showed you that they accept your relationship in their own way.

 Seokjin, the oldest, had become something of a big brother to you; oftentimes taking your side on the rare occasion that you and Jimin argued. Never failed to give you insightful advice after the fact. Yoongi didn't really pay you any mind, but he thought you were cute and often times found himself cooing at you. You were closest to Hobi and Joon, becoming fast friends due to your like personalities and sense of humor. They thought you were hilarious, Jimin didn't see it.

 As for the two youngest... despite you dating his best friend, Taehyung didn't really show much interest in you, neither did Jungkook. Yet, Taehyung did put in the effort to make conversation and make you feel included, unlike the youngest male. You had been convinced that he didn't like you, until a few weeks ago when his blatant staring began.

 He'd be quick to look away whenever he knew he was caught, but he wasn't that sneaky. You never missed the cocky grin he'd try to hide or the knowing look he'd shoot in Taehyung's direction. There was definitely something up and it definitely involved you.

 “What do you think of Jungkook?” The question was falling from your lips and you had your never-ending thoughts and overthinking to blame. 

 Jimin let out a snort of a laugh. “Jungkook? My best friend, and teammate? The guy that's been like a brother to me for the past 7 years? I guess he's alright,” Sarcasm dripped from his words and you rolled your eyes, lifting your head from his lap.

 Your hand met his shoulder, gently pushing him back against the headboard. “I'm being serious. What do you think?”

 “So am I. He's like a brother to me, why?” He found this sudden interest in the maknae odd...? Especially for you. It was obvious that the two of you didn't really socialize, so why were you asking about him all of a sudden? “What do you think of him?” Jimin prompted when your answer didn't come fast enough.

 Taking a moment, you debated whether or not you should even bring this up. As he said, Jungkook was like a brother to him... what if calling out his weird behavior ended up rubbing Jimin in the wrong way and now you were without a boyfriend.

 Jimin wasn't the type for dramatics, though. Everything was comfortable with him, not many things reaching his 'serious business' radar, so this should be fine, right? Right. “He's fine...” You buffered, teeth chewing at your lower lip.

 Jimin pinned you with an expectant look, hated whenever you, or anyone, beat around the bush when there was obviously something on their mind. Taking this, you urged yourself to go on. “...I've just noticed like lately he's been... checking me out?” Mentally, you flinched, hoping the news wouldn't upset your boyfriend.

 His chest rumbled as he barked out a laugh, head cocked back as the sweet sounds left his plump lips. Pillow soft punches met his stomach as you tried to get him to focus. “I'm being serious, Jimin! He's always staring at me with that stupid face,”

 You imitated Jungkook's seemingly signature facial expression, eyebrows raised and tongue pushed into the inside of your cheek, eyes tracing over your boyfriend's body hungrily like Jungkook had done to you many times before. Another laugh left his lips at the sight of your face and you were scoffing, pushing him back again.

 “I don't know why this is funny to you. I just told you one of your friends has been mentally undressing me, you should be livid!” You were quick to silence the insecure thoughts that his lack of reaction had floating around your mind.

 It was no secret that Jimin was a jealous guy. What's his, is his... you were his! He should be enraged that some guy was looking at you like a piece of meat, he was the only one that was supposed to look at you like that. So why was he laughing?

 Seeing that you were obviously upset, Jimin was reaching for your arms, uncrossing them from your bare chest. His hands held loosely on your wrist as he pulled you toward him, landing a soft kiss to your lips. “I think it's funny because it's not a big deal. Me and Jungkook are boys, he's not gonna try anything with you.” He assured you, another kiss landing on your lips.

 “Okay, but, I heard him and Taehyung talking and-” You weren't even able to finish your sentence because he was sitting up, squinted eyes finding yours. “Taehyung was talking about you?”

 Oh, now he wanted to be jealous? Scoffing, you pushed him back against the headboard. “Yes.” You couldn't help the roll of your eyes. “I was trying to tell you. Not only is Jungkook always checking me out, but I heard them talking about you and us... and something about an H?”

 Jimin's expression softened, eyebrows relaxing as his cheeks tinted a few shades light of red. “Oh.” Crooked teeth worried his lower lip as he reached a hand up to push his hair back on his forehead.

 “Oh? What does H stand for, Jimin?” Obviously, he knew exactly what they were talking about and it was making him... blush? “It's nothing.” He answered a bit too quickly. “It's something.” Your words chased his, a slight bite in your tone.

 His eyes widened. “What are you gonna get mad if I don't tell you?” Laughter laced his words, but it wasn't the 'Ha-ha so funny' type of laugh, it was a type of nervous laugh he let out when he felt like he dug himself in a hole.

 You were nodding your head simply, shoving the blanket from your waist. “Yup!” Hopping from the bed, you began searching the room for the jeans you had ditched the second you were entering his bedroom. Jimin was sitting up quickly, voice stopping your movements just as you got your jeans over your thighs. “Alright, alright! I'll tell you. Come sit back down,”

 A triumphant smirk spread across your lips, as you crossed the room back to his bed. You sunk back down onto the comfortable mattress, crossing your legs underneath your bum as you awaited his explanation.

 “First of all, this was before I met you so you can't hold this against me,” He prepped and you nodded your head, gesturing with your hand for him to go on. “A while ago... with my exes, or just like girls that hung around us... Jungkook and I would, you know...”

 You had pretty a good idea what he was alluding to, but you weren't the type to graciously take a hint. “No, I don't know... you would, what?” He was rolling his eyes at the smirk on your lips, hands pushing his hair back out of habit.

 “Share them, our girlfriends, the groupies... It was fun, you know? Capitol H doesn't stand for anything, it's literally what our bodies do,” He let out a short laugh and you picture the way an H looked. “...So I'd be the middle part?” You clarified, your words making Jimin's eyes snap up to you.

 “Who said...” His words trailed off, brows furrowing as he visibly went through the thoughts bubbling in his mind. You didn't blame him. Despite the occasional interesting position or location, you liked to keep it pretty vanilla.

 Well aware that Jimin was more experienced than you, you didn't want to disappoint. You always thought vanilla didn't technically mean boring... at least it didn't to you. But after hearing that he use to partake in regular threesomes you couldn't help but wonder what else the other girls he's been with let him do.

 Just the pure fact that you were considering this, putting yourself in the situation was enough to baffle your boyfriend, confuse him enough to convince him that you were just fucking with him. A laugh slipped past his lips as he shook his head. “Come on, Yn. You wouldn't be into that.”

 “How do you even know?”

 “Well, because I know you. It was a long time ago, Yn. They were just talking shit, you don't have to-” Annoyed, you were cutting him off.

 “I might want to. I could be into it, you don't know. Jungkook is cute and...”

 His face was twisting, and you were afraid you had said the wrong thing. Sure of it when the words left his lips. “Are you saying you want to fuck, Jungkook?” Thankfully, he didn't exactly look angry... just a little bit put off?

 A hand reached out for his, easily lacing your fingers together. “Listen, I know I'm not that... adventurous, when it comes to sex... but if it's something that you enjoyed doing or if you just want to, I'm just saying... I wouldn't be against it.” Your thumb soothes over the back of his hand and enjoys the smile that pushes onto his lips.

 His eyes soften again, staring up at you lovingly. The confusion of whether or not you had just admitted you were into his bandmate gone and forgotten. “I promise, I like the sex we have just fine, don't worry.” He was leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull your body into his.

 Four days passed since your conversation with Jimin. More and more time was spent around their dorm, soaking up as much time with him as you could before he was jetting off to his next schedule. Being around him all day, though, meant that you were around his friends all day too.

 It wasn't a big deal, these guys were cool. At least, most of them were. In the past days, Jungkook had become bold, to say the least. Not looking away when he's caught staring, instead of waiting for you to be the one to break. On top of that, it was like the kid never knew when to shut up, always coming up with a snarky comment or undermining you but at the same time calling you 'Noona' with that boyish grin of his.

 Jimin no doubt told him all about the talk that you two had if those boys were sharing girls... there was no way they weren't sharing secrets. You don't know what you knowing about their sexcapades did for him, but it clearly had gone to his head. It'd be best to just ignore him, you decided. No matter how undeniably attractive he was, there was nothing there for you. You didn't want him. Didn't need him, no matter the dampness that ensued whenever he smirked. And of course, you didn't ever notice the size of the bulge that constantly pushed against his pants. Was that boy always hard, or something!?

 Like right now, just walking across the lawn in search of the ball he had been playing with, but right there fighting against his swim trunks... a huge boner! You cursed the moment Jin suggested a pool party would be a fun way to spend the afternoon.

 It had sounded fun at the moment. Yoongi said he was going to barbecue and you were even more convinced when your boyfriend was making his way down the stairs shirtless in his swim shorts. The sexy one-word tattoo on full display, ripples of his abs seemed to glisten, the single trail of hair below his belly button disappearing underneath his waistband.

 Yeah, you'd definitely enjoy this afternoon. So sure of it, until you were catching sight of the man that followed him down the stairs. Jungkook, of course, who else could irk you just with their presence?

 A lot taller and more muscular than your lean boyfriend, black shorts hanging loosely on his hips, giving you a perfect view of the well-worked on V-line that acted a huge fucking arrow to his dick. Gentle lips found the top of your head, a strong arm wrapping around your waist. “You look pretty,” Jimin mumbled into your ear, and you grinned, leaning into his chest.

 Jimin was always very vocal when it came to the things that he liked to see. You showing some skin? Definitely at the top of his list. Took that into account when you picked out your swimsuit for this gathering; a red triangle string bikini, lacy black flowers decorating your breasts, and hips.

 It was obvious that Jimin thought you looked good, could tell with the lingering glances in your direction as you laid on your back trying to soak up some sun. What you didn't account for was the slight chance that his friends might think the same. And by friends, you meant Jungkook, of course.

 Poor kid couldn't take his eyes off of you, not even for a second. Which explains his constant need to get out of the pool and retrieve the ball that he kept failing to catch. The situation almost funny, if the sexy flex in his arms as he pulled his body out of the water didn't always catch your attention. If your eyes weren't automatically trailing over every ridge and bump of his muscles.

 He'd smirk when catching you, toss his long wet hair before slipping back into the water. Wouldn't even wait to see the annoyed roll of your eyes, not as it mattered – he had already caught you staring, more than once. Acting as if he didn't affect you was a waste. And to make matters worse, Jimin was always right there observing each and every one of your interactions with the kid, face giving nothing away.

 Not angry, or annoyed. Just watching, as if he was curious to see what you'd do. How you'd react. As if he had put this whole entire thing in motion earlier and was observing the aftermath. 

 By the time Yoongi was announcing dinner, your body was buzzing with annoyance. Or was it desire? Either way, you were about two seconds from ripping your hair at the roots. Jimin sat beside you, the first time he was within arms reach the entire evening. He grinned, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you close engulfing you with his sweet scent. 

 Stupidly, you found yourself relaxing in his arms. Head falling on his shoulder while a hand lifted to press against his stomach. He was warm but still a little wet from the pool. You felt the movement of his head but didn't bother with lifting your head to see who he was speaking too. Stupid, because seconds later the spot next to you was being taken up.

 Guess who.

 Of course, Jeon Jungkook was slipping into the space beside you, a cocky grin playing on his most likely soft lips. His eyes flickered over to Jimin's before he was dropping his focus back onto you.

 “We've got burgers and hot dogs, and Jin is coming out with the chicken,” Yoongi called out, stepping toward the table with a tray of meat in hand. The second the food was in reach, the boys were hurrying to load their plates.

 Like the ever so dotting boyfriend, Jimin loaded up your plate as he did his. Comfortable conversation surrounded the table, voices overlapping and thick strings of laughter falling from their lips. You weighed in where you could, beaming when you were able to make a few of them laugh along with you.

 It was fun. Talking to them, getting along. Despite the fact you had been dating Jimin for a while, conversations with most of his friends were surface level at most. It didn't really bother you, but it was a good feeling knowing that if needed, you could get along with these guys.

 “No, yeah... if you're into old-time movies, you should definitely check out...” Taehyung's words were fading into the background, your attention slipping from what he was saying and to the warm hand on your thigh. Jimin's. An unsuspecting smile on his lips when you looked up to catch his gaze. 

 Just barely catching the title of the movie Taehyung was referring to, you turned your attention back to him. “It's good? I should check it out.” He nodded, all at once losing interest in the conversation, Jin's story catching his ear.

 There was a mischievous glint in Jimin's eye as he spread your legs apart, tips of his fingers trailing up your bare thigh. His head tilting until his lips were able to reach the skin of your neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses down the length.

 You felt your body melting into him. Ready to succumb to whatever he had in store for you, the tingle of anticipation rushing through your veins. A familiar heat spreading throughout your body, lips curling into your mouth as you waited. The press against your left side had your eyes snapping open, darting to the cool tattooed hand making it's way up to your thigh. Jungkook.

 His fingers inching up your thigh, closer and closer to your core while Jimin held your legs apart, fingers tight against your flesh. “If you don't like it, tell him to stop.” His words are hushed against your ear, and you're nodding quickly, hearing the sincerity in his voice. 

 Jungkook wastes no time, callused fingers finding your clit through the fabric of your bikini bottoms. He presses down, fingers moving in circles as your body jolts at the sudden friction. “She's sensitive,” He speaks as if he's taking notes rather than trying to hold a conversation. You hold your breath, legs spreading slightly. Jimin's lips fall from your skin, cheek resting against your shoulder so he can see.

 Never did you think you'd be the one to have such a penchant for something as risky as public foreplay, but here you were growing wetter by the second, the thought that either one of his friends could catch you with a simple turn of their heads. It had you unbelievably turned on, mixed with the fact that your boyfriend was watching you rather than doing it definitely added to it.

 Jungkook laughs beside you, but not at you. Delved in a conversation with Namjoon across the table as if his fingers weren't pushing your bottoms out of the way underneath the table. A long finger lazily traces over your wet folds. Jimin's chuckle covers the gasp that leaves your lips when Jungkook's fingers graze over your bare clit.

 Jin is smiling appreciatively in his direction at the support of his joke. You were going to get caught. The thought and the consequences weighing heavily on your mind, causing you to shift attempting to close your legs. “It's fine,” Jimin assures you with a whisper, strong hand holding your leg in place.

 The moment you're relaxing, Jungkook's hand is reaching down to grasp your other thigh. Easily lifting it to hook over his own, giving him total access to your throbbing pussy. It's not lost on you how hot it feels to be exposed like this, but you're not given any time to analyze what it means as soon as Jungkook traces his fingers over your entrance.

 The tips of his fingers take their time with gathering the wet arousal that had accumulated between your legs before they're moving back up to tease your tight hole. Teeth digging into your plump lip as the tips of his fingers slowly begin slipping into your core.

 Trying your damnedest to keep your face from giving away what was going on underneath the table. You force yourself to concentrate on the words coming from Namjoon's mind, although they're just words... not coherent enough to follow the actual story.

 Slowly, Jimin is reaching his thick fingers down between your legs, using his middle and index fingers to spread your lips further apart, giving him a better view. You gasp, Jungkook's fingers pumping shallowly in and out of you. 

 For a moment, your body stills, afraid you had been too loud just then. Calming when you realize none of them were looking in your direction, not even Jungkook who was the cause of all of this. No, he was seemingly wrapped in conversation with Taehyung, a teasing smirk on his lips that you guessed was meant for you.

 Jimin was the only one look at you, watching Jungkook's long fingers bury themselves deep inside of you. He's flexing them, curling and uncurling as the pad of his thumb fingers your needy clit. He's basically drooling at the sight, wet lazy kisses landing on your shoulder. His hand resting over his covered crotch, palming himself through the fabric. 

 A louder, desperate whimper is falling from your lips. This time catching the attention of Taehyung. Words coming to a halt as his eyes dart between the three of you, a wide smirk slipping onto his features. “Are you alright, Yn?” There's a teasing glint in his eye, letting you know he's not at all asking if you're alright. No, he knew exactly what was happening underneath the table and he was making it all of his business to tease you about it.

 Plastering a tight-lipped smile onto your lips, you muster all the strength you can to nod your head. “I'm fine,” There's a strain in your voice, giving him enough reason to pull a look of concern, his head tilting to the side.

 “Are you sure? You look a little flushed,” His brows furrow, topping off his fake worry and you're suppressing the urge to roll your eyes. The encounter is catching Namjoon's attention beside him, his gaze lifting to study your face. “Oh, yeah. You don't look so good.” He weighs in, actually looking worried about you.

 Jungkook takes this growing attention as an invitation to speed up the movement of his fingers. Hand tightening on your thigh, keeping you from snapping your legs shut. Two fingers plunging deep inside of you, tips brushing against the spongy spot inside of you. Jimin's domineering gaze watches your face, waiting for your response.

 However, it doesn't come. The thrusts of Jungkook's fingers, mixed with the relentless strokes of his thumb on your clit has a moan falling from your lips. It's loud and breathy, and definitely recognizable even if all attention wasn't on you. You see Jungkook's eyes widen from the corner of your eye, but he's being really careful about not looking directly at you.

 You do, actually, see him steal a glance in Jimin's direction... almost as if he's asking for guidance, but he's being ignored, Jimin's lust-filled eyes never leaving your face. “Take that kinky shit upstairs,” Yoongi speaks flatly, bored expression on his face as he stares at you.

 Jimin's hand is quick to reach between your legs, adjusting your bottoms as Jungkook withdraws his fingers from inside of you, pushing your thigh from his. You ignore the way your walls flutter at the sudden emptiness, snapping your legs shut as embarrassment reddens your cheeks and dampens your pussy.

 “Let's go.” There's no room for protest with the way he speaks, excusing himself from the table as he looks expectantly between you and Jungkook. The younger male is quick to stand, watching you as he pushes his glistening fingers into his mouth. Your heart pounds as he slowly sucks your juices from the digits.

 The other boys have turned their attention from you three, still, your body felt hot. Cheeks flushed and pussy pulsing with want. Need. You needed them, both of them. Need to have both of them on you, around you, inside you. With a breath, you're standing, following them into the house and up into Jimin's room.

 Jungkook shuts the bedroom door, flicking the lock as Jimin turns to look down at you. “You still not against this?” Eyes much softer now, gentle hands finding your hips in order to pull your body toward his. You're nodding without a second thought, want buzzing in your veins. No way were you backing out now.

 Despite the grin rapidly growing on his plush lips, Jimin was still asking: “Are you sure?” Your words chased his, hands reaching up to land on his jawline. “I'm sure,” Your lips found him, instantly being parted by their thickness. His tongue twists and tangles with yours, a single hand reaching to grasp your jaw, holding your head in place as he licks into your mouth.

 Suddenly, he's pulling back, soft eyes tinted with a dark desire. He's turning your head with the grip of his strong hand, your eyes finding Jungkook who had moved to stand directly behind you.

 Jungkook is quick to capture your lips with his. Soft lips tasting heavily of cherry, you kiss him back, body turning, melting into his as the erection between his legs brushes against your lower belly. He bites into your lower lip, tugging it slightly and pulling a whimper from his lips.

 You feel his smirk as his tongue slips past your parted lips, mapping out every inch of your mouth while his hands drop to your scarcely covered ass. Hips pushing back, involuntarily surrendering more of your ass to his. Jungkook's lips are falling from yours, hands sliding underneath the fabric of your bottoms to cup your bare ass.

 “Jungkook,” You gasp out when his hands squeeze down hard on your ass, grip pulling your body tight against his. With little to no effort, Jungkook is lifting your body off of the floor, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He walks the two of you to the bed, laying your body onto the soft mattress.

 When he had moved was lost on you, Jimin now sitting comfortably on the chair adjacent to the bed. Hard cock straining against the fabric of his swim trunks, his hand resting over it as he watched you with his best friend.

 With your legs hanging loosely from his hips, Jungkook leans down to bury his head in the crook of your neck. Sucking wet hickeys into the skin while his large hands trail down the gentle curves of your body, fingers finding the tight bows on either side of your hips. Your breaths come out labored, rapidly losing yourself in the way he's tonguing at your skin, teeth grazing its sensitivity.

 “Fuck,” He groans, hips pushing into yours. The sound of his voice nearly startling you, with how quiet he has been since the start of all this. “I never thought I'd have a chance to have you like this,” He sighs softly against your skin. Only a second was spared for you to wonder just how often he thought about having you like this. If Jimin knew.

 Jungkook's hands were quickly traveling up your back, a single tug on the string of your bikini had it loosening around your chest. He wastes no time with discarding it, tossing it somewhere behind him before leaning down. Hot tongue connecting with your hardened bud, rolling it around in his mouth. A soft moan slips past your lips, head falling back just enough to catch sight of Jimin.

 Teeth worrying his plush lips, a hand-dipped into the front of his shorts as he watches you. Hooded eyes find yours and you swear you see his cock twitch in his hand. Your fingers tangled in Jungkook's hair, holding his head against your chest as he grinds his covered cock against the flimsy material of your bathing suit.

 Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling his closer as you lift your hips. Jimin's groan mixes with the sound of yours, Jungkook's head lifting only for a moment to catch sight of his older friend, only to drop back down mouth latching onto your neglected nipple.

 “Make her cum, Kook,” Jimin speaks hastily growing impatient with how slow Jungkook was being. How he seemed to be taking his time, reveling in each moment he had with you. Allowing himself to memorize every inch of your body while he had the chance.

 The sight demand has Jungkook's body jumping to action, teeth grazing over your nipple as his hand travels down the front of your body dipping into your bottoms and covering your pussy without pause.

 Your legs squirm while his fingers toy with your bundle of nerves a wet trail of kisses, creating a line from your breasts down the middle of your body. You're sprawled out beneath him, legs wide as you wait for what you know is coming. It's not long before his head is between your legs, looking up at you with the sexiest pout and you feel as though you could cum at the sight.

 “You're soaked,” His head is tilting slightly, licking along your slit in one click motion and you're moaning out. “I've always wondered the sounds you'd make having your cute little pussy eaten.” His thumb is covering your clit, stroking it gently as your core flutters, from the growing smirk on his face, it's safe to say he noticed.

 Strong hands holding your legs apart, Jungkook lunges forward to press his soft lips against your folds. He sucks kisses against your damp lips, tongue stroking against them slowly. You're whimpering, can feel your pussy dripping as you reach down to tangle your fingers in his soft locks.

 He's quick with the up-down movement of his tongue against your slick pussy lips, tracing over each ridge and cure but avoiding that one spot he's sue would have you falling apart instantly. Instead, kept his thumb pressed against it still, motionless.

 Your hips lift, rocking into his face while his tongue lowers to tease your wanting entrance. Large hands curling around your hips to grasp the cure of your ass, pulling your body tighter against his mouth. “Fuck, Jungkook!” The shout falling from your lips as he ups his speed, the tip of his nose nudging against your clit.

 Jimin's breathy groan sounds from behind you, the familiar fap of his hand working against his hardened cock filling your ears and egging you on. His thumb slowly plays with the head, spreading the precum leaking from it. Having him watch you, turned on by the sight of you moaning his friend's name, turned on enough that he was jerking himself off at the sight. It made you feel hot, an unexplainable rush of desire coursing through your veins.

 Jungkook is pulling his tongue from inside of you it quickly being replaced with two long fingers. He pushes all the way to the knuckle, curling them to press deep inside of you. You feel the coil in your stomach slowly tighten as he continues his movements, your orgasm approaching.

 A silent scream leaves your lips the moment his lips are wrapping around your neglected clit, sucking softly as his tongue teases it. Hips lifting and rolling, body convulsing as your orgasm begins to wash over you. Jungkook's grip tightens around your shaking thighs, holding your legs in place as he pushes another finger inside of you.

 His lips suck down harder, head tilting to the side to twist your clit along with it. That paired with the new stretch of his added finger have you cumming hard all at once. His name leaves your lips in a desperate mewl, grip tightening in his hair as your back arches off the bed.

 Jungkook's pulling his fingers from your body, letting up on the suction around your clit relaxing into gentle licks of his tongue. His strong hands cover your ass, holding your body against his mouth as you ride out your orgasm. He laps up every bit of your wet cum, ignoring the sensitive twitch of your legs until he's finished. Until he's satisfied and sitting upon his knees, licking your arousal from his lips.

 He's staring at you with so much want, lust, lips slightly swollen and very red. His hair sticks up messily around his head from the grip of your fingers, chest heaving with heavy breath as he watches you.

 Jimin stands from his position behind you, hands tugging his shorts the rest of the way down his legs before he's taking slow strides in your direction. With much effort, you're lifting your body until you're seated. He grins down at you, a hand wrapped around his length while the other reaches for the nape of your neck.

 “I want you to suck me off while Jungkookie fucks you open, how's that sound?” He's wearing such a sweet smile on his face, a direct contradiction to the words that fall from his lips and the vulgar things they convey. You're nodding your head quickly, either way, leaning into his touch as his hand travels to rest against your jaw.

 Jungkook has stood from the bed, discarding his shorts in the process. He's rummaging on the other side of the room, but your focus is not on him. No, your attention is stuck on the man in front of you. His soft thumb brushing against your lower lip, your mouth falling open. He grins.

 “You made me so hard baby. Loved seeing you cum on Kookie's tongue, did it feel good?” You're nodding your head, eyes snapping up to find his. He chews on his lower lip, tracing the curves of your lips with the tip of his cock. You try to move your head to coax his cock into your mouth, but he's having too much fun teasing you to let that happen.

 Pushing your tongue out, you manage to slide it over the underside of his cock. He groans, head lolling to the side as he gives in, slowly guiding his cock past your lips and into your mouth. Your lips latch onto his dick and quickly begin licking and suckling at his length. His teeth dig into his lip as he watches you, hand reaching to grasp your hair.

 “Your mouth feels so good, baby.” He pants, rocking his hips forward slightly. Your body warms at the praise, sucking harder and speeding the bob of your head. His lower belly tightens, both hands tangled in your hair and tightening to hold your head still. Mouth widening, you allow him to push his hips forward, taking more of his cock down your throat. 

 You let him gag you, spit gathering around your lips as tears brim in your eyes. Hands braced on his hips as if that'd be enough to slow his movements. With the fucked out look on his face, the grip in your hair; it was obvious he didn't plan on letting up any time soon. Not like you even wanted him too, anyway.

 Jungkook was coming to crouch behind you, large hands finding your hips. The palm of his hand is slapping against one of your cheeks, forcing your body to jolt forward a muffled moan leaving your lips. The movement pushing you down further onto Jimin's cock, the head hitting against the back of your throat causing a cough to fall from your lips.

 Reluctantly, you pull back, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to his length as heavy coughs shook your body. Jungkook let out a loud laugh, hands on your hips positioning your body onto your knees. Jimin's unmistakably gentle hand rubbed at your back, attempting to soothe your coughs as he lined his cock with your lips once more.

 You were taking him into your mouth once more, sucking with much more fervor this time. He chuckles above you, eyes flickering up to Jungkook who's fingers caressing your wet pussy lips. “She's so wet, Hyung. Think she liked choking on your cock.” He comments, fingers lazily stroking your pussy.

 Warmth spreads through your body at his words. Jungkook was much different from Jimin, sexually as well as everything else. Where Jimin never mentioned how much he knew you liked to suck him off, Jungkook was more than willing to voice his revelation that you were particularly dripping. As if he got off on the thought of embarrassing you, and it should annoy you, but it only made you want him more.

 Wanted to prove to him that you didn't so easily wither, that it would take a lot more to make you shy away. No matter the blush the took over his cheeks every time he was crude.

 His hand reached for your hair, tangling in the soft strands and slowly pulling you off of his friend's cock. Your back was soon pressed flush against his chest, a strong arm wrapping around your waist. You can see Jimin clearly now, muscles glistening with a thin layer of sweat as his palm stroked his wet cock.

 Jungkook's dick is pressed firmly against your ass cheek and your hips slowly rock back, rubbing against it. He bites back a groan, hand dropping to hold your hips in place. “You want me to fuck you, Yn?” His mouth is right by your ear, but he's speaking loud enough for both you and Jimin to hear. “Want me to make you cum, again? But this time on my cock... make you fall apart while your boyfriend watches, you'd like that, huh?” Rough fingers find your clit, flicking and tugging at it. And you nod frantically, spreading your legs wide from him and avoiding the lust-filled gaze of your boyfriend.

 He reaches for your chin, lifting your head so you're looking directly at Jimin. Jungkook moved behind you, shifting his hips until the tip of his cock nudges your awaiting entrance. “Say it,” He hisses into your ear. “Tell him,” His lower lip drags over the shell of your ear, fingers dipping lower to spread your lips for him.

 “I want-,” You feel heat growing in your chest, Jimin's expectant gaze making you feel small. He's stroking his cock much slower now, waiting on labored breaths. Jungkook's fingers pinch your clit and pleasure shoots through your veins, body twitching. “Don't be shy, princess. He can take it...” His fingers rub figure eights into the bundle of nerves.

 There was no telling how you looked right now, fucked out and panting. Desperately trying to wiggle your hips in hope to steal away more than he was letting you have. Lips are swollen and cheeks tear-stained from having Jimin's cock down your throat moments before. Your back arches against his chest as he drags the length of his cock over your slit, teasing you.

 “I want!” You shout, an electric shock of pleasure fueling you, “Jimin, fuck... watch me. I want you to watch me when Jungkook fucks me,” You plead, crazed eyes staying trained on your boyfriend. “Want you to see him make me cum.”

 “Fuck,” Jimin groans, at the same time Jungkook is pushing inside of you. His thick cock spreading your folds and breaking through your walls. You let out a loud whine, pushing back against him welcoming each inch of his length. He's groaning only when he's bottoming out, hands falling to your hips, body dropping onto your knees again.

 “She's so tight,” Jungkook sighs, pulling his hips back until the tip of his cock is catching on your pursed entrance. He pushes forward quickly, pulling a wail from your lips. Repeating the action until he feels your walls loosening around him.

 He's soon falling into a steady pace, hips snapping against yours as his fingers bruise your hips. Your legs spread wide as you fist at the bedsheets below you, whiny moans leaving your lips as you move back against him. Jimin steps back, no doubt taking in the sight in before him. The way your eyes continue to roll, flushed cheeks and mouth open wide. How your back curves into the globes of your ass the ripple with each strong thrust of Jungkook's hips. “Fuck, baby. You're taking his cock so well,” Jimin praises with a proud look on his face. 

 His soft hand brushes your hair out of your face, holding it back in a makeshift ponytail. “How does it feel, baby?” Weakly, you lift your gaze to look up at him. “S-so good,” Voice hoarse and breathy. Jungkook grins behind you, angling his hips to slide deeper inside of you.

 “Such a good girl,” Jimin's free hand wraps around his cock. And your mouth is opening before your mind can register what he wants, warm cock filling your mouth, your lips wrapping tightly around the base.

 He's sliding down your throat easily, your head bobbing in time with the slow thrusts of his hips. You reach your hands forward to grasp his balls, hands massaging against the velvety skin and his pants. Incoherent mumbles of praise fall from Jimin's lips as his head falls back.

 He looks so hot, even from this angle. The veins of his neck prominent with the clench of his teeth. Collarbones thick and on full display, housing his well worked on pecks and the tight ripples of his abs. His hand lifts to grasp your hair, holding your head in place to thrust shallowly down your throat.

 “S-shit, I'm cumming.” Jungkook whines from behind you, hips pressed flush against your ass while his legs tighten. You feel the familiar expansion of the condom around his cock as the sounds of his whiny moans fill the room. Jimin lifts his head, a chuckle leaving his lips as his eyes find the pink-cheeked man in front of him.

 “That was quick,” Jimin teases, pulling his hips back until his cock is falling from your lips. Jungkook does the same. Your body shocked instantly with emptiness, you whine in protest, hips wiggling in search of your release.

 “It's been a while,” Jungkook defends, slumping against the mattress, arms lifting to cover his eyes. Desperately trying to slow his breathing, not paying any mind to the cum that leaks the condom in thick globs painting the sheets underneath him. “Did Kookie even make you cum?” Jimin's words are directed to you and you're quick to shake your head.

 He tsks, hand reaching for your thigh and flipping your body onto its back. Your legs spread as he lowers himself between them, cock easily pushing its way deep into your pussy. A moan falls from your lips, hips lifting to meet his thrust. “Let me show you how to do it.”

 Jungkook is removing his arm from his eyes, turning his attention to yours and Jimin's bodies. He watches as Jimin's firm ass lifts and drops into you, each powerful thrust pushing your body up. Watches as your nails mark up his smooth back. Listens to the way his groans mix with your whimpers.

 Your eyes catch his for a moment, and you're soon realizing that he's not watching you. Mouth parted and eyes dazed as he stares. But not at you. Jimin's reaching his hand down, fingers finding your clit as he pushes you toward your nearing orgasm. Eyes screwing shut, you let yourself feel it.

 Toes curling and back arching as your release washes over you. Jimin hisses from the way your walls clench around his cock, his thrusts becoming sloppy, untimed. Jungkook watches as he cums, filling you up. Your name falling from his lips in a breathy moan. Your legs tighten around his waist, holding his body tight against yours.

 Minutes pass before Jimin is pulling out, rolling onto his back with a huff. He grins wide down at you, lips catching yours in a loving kiss as his hand moves between your legs, pushing his escaped cum back into your pussy. You can't help the giggle that leaves your lips from the feeling.

 “You did so well, baby.” He's complimenting you after his lips are releasing yours. You smile wide, eyes shifting between him and Jungkook. “It was amazing, thank you.” Jungkook nods his acknowledgment while Jimin presses another kiss to your lips, before standing from the bed.

 “I'm gonna go run you a bath,” Jimin grins, kissing the top of your head gently before disappearing into the bathroom. The second he's gone, Jungkook is standing from the bed. His cheeks are flushed, hair messy, and he looks out of breath; but nevertheless he's moving as if he couldn't get out of there fast enough.

 You let him. Don't bother to ask him why. You know why. And now that you knew, all the little things surrounding were starting to make sense. As if a neon sign had been flashing the warning from the beginning, but you had chosen to ignore it. Explained it away as Jungkook being a protective best friend, but you were wrong. You were so wrong. Realization was hitting you all at once and you wondering how many of their conquests found out the exact same thing.

 Jungkook was in love with Jimin.

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[anne-white-star]

Roger Taylor x reader : i missed you

Notes: reader and roger were childhood friends but one day reader has to move all of a sudden without any explanation and without telling roger and his family, her parents tell her They moved because roger had a so called bad influens on her and they had to get her away from him. Years later when queen starts to become popular she goes to a concert of them and y/n reconises roger. Im sorry for any inacuresies i try my best. My stories are shit😅 Anyway enjoy.

Warnings: non

Words : 1229

(Not my gif)

Truro, Cornwall 1959

9 year old y/n and 10 year old roger were best friends they shared everything together from secrets to hobbies to Friends, of course y/n was a girl so she was suposed to like girly things right? Nope absolutly not she loved playing the games guys did like building a tree house or playing outside in the rain.

Once again it was a day like that playing in the rain doing just children stuff

"Roger can i ask you something?" She walked over to the tree in the yard and say down under it

He sat down next to her "Yes of course"

"I Honestly don't want to think about it but if something ever happends and we are pulled apart, will you promice to always think of me?"

"Yes of course y/n But why?"

"My mother doesn't like it when i hang out with you, she wants me to play with dolls and do girl stuff, she made it clear that if i don't stop she will put a stop to it" y/n pulled her knees to her chest

"I promice i always be there for you y/n"

She held her pinky up "Pinky promice?"

Roger locked his finger in hers "Pinky promice"

She laught "you are my best friend roger"

The back door opend and there stood roger his mom "y/n dear your parents are here to pick you up "

"I guese i should get going then, thill next time roger"

"Bye y/n!" he waved

Y/n Her parents their car was parked in front of roger his house, but behind the car was a big trailer

"Hi mom hi dad"

"Hi sweetheart Hows everything?"

"Everything is alright" she sat down in the back Seat and straped herself in and the car started to ride

"Good dear...... y/n we have something to tell you, we are moving"

"What moving why?" The girl asked in a panick

"Your dad has goten a better job in brighton"

"But what about roger?"

"Im sorry sweetheart but this is more important im sure he find a new best friend"

"Oh alright" she wiped the tears from her eyes

"Im sorry dear its for the better"

Y/n had moved to brighton with her parents thill she was 20 after that she moved to london into an apartment, y/n always kept on thinking about roger but she unfortanetly wasn't sucsessfull in contacting him.

London 1975

5 years after y/n had moved in to her own appartement she decided to give herself a treat, she heared that queen would be preforming at Hammersmith Odeon, so she was quick to buy one ticket, y/n enjoyed their music when it was brocasted on the radio so she thought why not go and see them live. She din't know their names but that dint really matter right.

Finaly the day came of the concert y/n decided to go with a pair of bell bottom jeans and a shirt with bell sleeves and some brown boots she decided to keep her hair down.

Once she arived she showed the ticket to the security guard and they escorded her to the asigned seat. After about 30 minuts later the concert had started with Now I'm Here.

Having a better look at the band on the stage to y/n the drummer looked very familiar, so she decided to try and get back backstage after the show.

Y/n sang to her favorite songs, she knew that she Would never mabey get an other opportunity to see them live. After the show was over y/n decided to wait for a little bit thill most people left.

She walked up to the security "excuse me um i was wondering if i perhaps could go backstage to talk to the band"

"Uh yeah are you a groupie?"

"Uh what? No i just want to talk to them for a few minuts especaly the drummer" she rubbed her neck

"Sure go ahead" the security man said and opend the door

"Thank you" she gave a smal smile

Behind the door were a lot of people, asistants, roadies and a lot of groupies, the groupies were al dressed up in very revealing clothes y/n realy stood out in the group.

"Um excuse me miss can i help you?"

She turned around it was the basist "Oh sorry um im looking For the drummer"

"Oh wel there are a lot of people to see him" he gestured to the groupies "you arn't one of them are you"

"No not at all....im y/n" she held out her hand

He took it and shook it "john deacon its a plesure to meet you y/n"

"Like whise john"

"Would you like to sit down?" He leaded her to a coutch where the guitarist and the singer sat

"Oh yeah sure" she sat down

"Freddie, Brian this is y/n"

"Hello" both of them said "are you a groupie as wel?"

"No im not, im here for the drummer" she smiled

"Oh so you got your eyes on our dear boy roger taylor" Freddie laught

"You said roger taylor?"

"Uhm yeah are you a big fan?"

"im sorry i usaly hear your guys songs on the radio, and al my money goes to paying bills so this is a treat i can't really afort anything like a magazine"

"Ah i see wel it shouldnt take long for him to come here" Brian was caught off

"Hello guys and lady" he winked at y/n

"Hello blue eyed angel face" she smiled

Roger stoped dead in his tracks

*flash back 1955 roger age 6 y/n age 5*

"Hello blue eyed angel face"

"What?" He looked up from what he was doing

"Its a nick name i thought it would fit you"

"Hmm alright" he smiled "i like it"

"Glad you do"

*end flash back*

"Y/n?" Roger his voice wavered with emotion

"Hi Roger its been very long" she stood up walked over and huged him.

He nusseled his head in the crook of her neck and stroked her hair. Roger started to shake

"Roger? Are you alright?"

"Y/n I missed you so god damn mutch, were were you all those years?"

"After my parents picked me up they told me we were going to move because of my dad his job, i had no choice in the matter, i begged my mom if i could call you, but she din't have your number, i was heart broken "

"Y/n dear im so sorry, im so glad you are alright I never forgot you just like i promiced" he held up his pinky

Y/n also put up her pinky and linked hers with roger "So did i" she smiled

"Come on lets sit down we have a lot of catching up to do" he leaded her over to the coutch, the others had been watching the whole time.

"Alright Sure"

That night all the groupies were forgoten that were there for the drummer and the others. They only had eyes for y/n, they wanted to get to know her more, and roger and y/n kept in contact with roger via leters and phone calls, ocasionally they would invite her along on tour.

The end

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[cottoncandyjester]

Wait....Top Wholesome Y/N gets terrifying jealous. Can I request that!? Y/N wrap their arms around the yandere's waist (hugging them from behind) and lay their forehead on their shoulder. Y/N takes a deep sigh and looks at them with a glare full of anger (or horniness...but mostly Y/N being piss off.) Y/N whisper in their ear, "Let's go home...I need to release some steam." Yandere is unable to walk the next morning. (Can you write it about the yanderes who are just...bottoms? Or become a bottom when Y/N is a top? Thank you)

I just adore the thought of the yanderes being bottoms to a possessive y/n

Skipped hikaru cause he has a whole story bout him being a bottom

Didn't add scarlett cause there is no way she is a bottom, the only way she would ever bottom is if maybe she was with a feral reader

This story contains: smut, jealous reader, reader giving off soft yandere vibes

Theodore

Theo was incredibly handsome so it's only natural that someone would wish to flirt with him. He had took you to one of his favorite coffee shop for a relaxing date, all it took was you leaving to the bathroom only to return to have a flock of girls around him. "Oh, well thank you for such kind words but I'm on a date" it seems they weren't getting the hint so you walked over before simply plopping down in theo's lap a sharp glare on your face while the male pushed up his glasses his face red before he placed a hand on your thigh. "Theo, let's go home now."

Your hands gripped the male's hair as he felt like his hips were breaking from you slamming down on his cock over and over and over. "Y-y/n~ y-you're being too rough on me i-i cant-" his shaky words were met with a rough kiss before you pulled back watching his eyes get teary. "Who owns you and this cock?" Your voice was low and filled with a burning rage that you just had to release. With that you continued to ride him in such a way that drove him absolutely insane, you were definitely in control of this situation "y-you do! I-im all yours!"

Axis

"oh so you're blind? Poor baby. Must be hard on you."

Axis nervously stood waiting for you to show up to the movie theater for your date and while waiting some older women decided that he was just too adorable to pass up. The male tried to explain that he was on a date but it seems they weren't getting it "y-you all a-are really k-kind but I'm waiting for my-" his words were cut off when a scent hit his nose and like an excited dog he turned his head towards the smell before feeling a soft hand against his arm. It's you! He knew that smell anywhere! You wrapped your arms around his waist your breathing tickling his neck.

"hey babe, let's go home and watch movies instead okay?"

Axis drooled as he felt you grip his hair yanking his head close to your sex making him pleasure you while you pumped your fingers deeper into his hole. "You're such a sweetie, but you shouldn't be so kind to strangers ax it makes me sad" your pouting tone made the male whine and whimper as he trailed his tongue along your more sensitive of areas

"i-i never wanna make you sad..never! P-please forgive me y/n!"

Salem

Salem had his nature of docile and calm, moments where you two can go on a date on public without making a scene. Though feeling someone rub against him always riled him up so when you excused yourself to the bathroom while you do were eating breakfast at a diner it wasn't long until he had some flirty strangers sit beside him and rub along his thigh trying to take him home.

"you're hair is so pretty, I've never seen a boy with such pretty long hair" their voice was making salem's head spin though he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. His instant thought was downright gruesome they weren't you, so it was okay to eat them..right?

Salem started to drool which they must've taken as intense pleasure cause it wasn't long until he was backed into the corner of the booth trying to hold in his cannibalistic urges while he felt hands trail up his thighs. And soon the feeling was whipped away as you pulled the stranger away before grabbing salem's hand your eyes cold and filled with rage. It was time to go home

"who owns you?! Who owns everything about you?!"

Your voice was drowned out by salem's loud squeals and moans as you thrusted deep into his hole your hands gripping the leash connected to the collar around his neck that choked him. "Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!" His chanted got more and more whinier as you fucked him harder until he was sobbing and shaking under you. Salem was such a good boy

Prince

Prince was a total ladies man or at least he was until he met you, he had to let all his many one night stands know that he was off the market though some just didn't get the memo. "Come now princey, you really gonna say no to me? Don't you remember what we did right here after hours...we were so loud I'm sure the whole area heard it" prince nervously gazed at the female who sat at his bar clearly wanting another ride. His main worry was you coming back thinking he was unfaithful.

"Sorry but I don't put my dick just anywhere anymore"

"but you could, you always hated commitment so why bother now?"

Before prince can utter a word you were hopping over the bar without a single care in the world. "Hey babe, you done working?"

Prince admired your badass nature and simply nodded ready to go, though he missed that deadly glare you shot towards the slut.

"if your groupies can only see you now, whining and whimpering to feel an ounce of pleasure" you spoke lowly as prince bucked his hips up as you stroked his cock and fingered his hole but gave a frustrated huff when you stopped for the third time that moment, just as he was close you would stop and he was going crazy.

"p-please, have mercy"

"I'll think about it."

Yuki

Yuki gave off huge 'dont bother me' vibes but even still with that people would come up to him thinking they have a chance. You two were at the arcade and had split up since he had to use the bathroom, as he started to walk back to where you were he bumped into someone causing him to stumble back lightly. He looked and saw that it wasn't you so he proceeded to keep walking without speaking a word.

"don't leave a guy hanging now hot stuff!" The male stranger followed yuki who now scrolled through his phone ignoring the stranger but soon noticed they blocked his path. With a frustrated sigh he looked up his green eyes clearly bored and uninterested

"you're quite the looker..how about we go out together?"

"no."

They definitely wasn't expecting his dry and short response but when yuki suddenly felt himself being touched he cringed lightly making an expression one can see as cute. Having someone touch his chest that wasn't you gave him bad vibes, he didn't like that. Before he could take action you were at his side hugging against him calming his nerves down

"please don't touch him okay? He has anxiety" your sweet tone did not match your sharp glare or light scowl. With that you dragged yuki along who was more than eager to cling to you.

Yuki panted softly his back arching as you thrusted slowly inside of him making it unbearably slow, he needed more so much more and your teasing was making him crazy. "Come now, you can be louder than that can't you? Tell me what you want yuki"

"y-you, I want you..please y/n"

Rocket

Your beefed up boyfriend always got attention wherever he went, so going to the beach was probably a terrible idea honestly. You two found a perfect spot and once all set up rocket excitedly stripped out of his shirt, you definitely noticed all the stares from both male and females. Of course it wasn't long until a group of girls came up to him blushing and giggling, clearly wanting to ask him out

You sat next to him on the towel while he started to put sunscreen on, your glare was sharp as the girls started to flirt and gawk. "You're really ripped, do you work out or something?" Rocket who was oblivious as always proceeded to entertain them with his innocent answer. "Well we're going to play volleyball, of your sibling doesn't mind you leaving then maybe you can join us?"

SIBLING?! utter rage filled you but you forced a smile now standing up, rocket glanced your way and was about to correct the girls but you simply interrupted him. "Hey babe I think it's gonna start raining soon we should go" you were met by a pouty rocket who really wanted to go swimming but the two of you packed it up and went home.

The water grew cold as you stroked rocket's thick cock while standing behind him trailing kisses along his back feeling him shudder and squirm against your touch. "B-babe, I'm gonna- ngh! So good" his small moans always made you even hornier and it wasn't long until you had him pressed against the shower wall sliding inside of him and feeling his large body shiver at the feeling. Your hands going straight to his chest now groping it and squeezing his nipples

"I'll show you who you belong to"

Yuuta& yuuji

Having two boys meant twice the flirting and twice the annoying sluts bothering them. You three had taken a vacation to disneyworld and when your three weren't in the hotel fucking each other's brains out you were at the amusment park walking around and doing things.

"hey how about we ride that?" Yuuji pointed at a big roller coaster that made both you and yuuta worry about your life. As you three waited in line yuuta felt someone brush their hand against his waist, thinking that it was you he settled down not minding it until he nothing both your hands gripped yuuji's arm.

with wide eyes he turned only to see a random girl touching him but to make matters worse it seems yuuji got targeted as well by a boy, the twins had a look of discomfort. "Sorry me and my brother were wondering if you two would be open to a double date, you two are very cute and-" you cut them off with a loud fake yawn causing both boys to look towards you in worry their attention on you now.

"oh sweetie! Are you tired? We can go back to the hotel if you want?"

"damn y/n if you're sleepy you should have let us know!"

Wasn't long until you held both boys hands the three of you walking back to the hotel while you shot the strangers a hard glare.

"you two really are so cute, no wonder people fall for you." You eyed the two boys who both had their hands tied above their heads, blindfolds on while a line of sex toys sat at the end of the bed. You've been teasing their holes for the last hour and they couldn't take it much longer.

You pumped the toys into each of their holes watching their reactions, yuuji always gave the cutest moans while yuuta whined and let out small cries of bliss.

[ill-skillsgard]

Would you ever write about Faust making Faith squirt for the first time cause that would be the hottest thing ever.

Warning: 18+ SMUT. Anal play, sex toys, size kink, possessive sex, strong anti-Christian themes, squirting, angst, feelings.

Note: I really hope you guys enjoy this one! Please let me know your thoughts and reblog/like if you can! I’d appreciate it. 

Faust x Faith Masterpost [x]

"You didn't wear the outfit," Faust murmured against Faith's lips. 

"Sorry. I forgot. You got here so quick."

He took hold of the metal loop dangling at her neck and smirked. "But you wore this for me."

"I thought you'd like it," Faith giggled. 

"You think you're some kind of naughty girl? Do you think this collar makes you bad?"

Faith shrugged. 

"Do you know what happens to girls who wear things like this?" 

She grabbed his hands and placed them on her chest. "Why don't you show me?" 

"You couldn't handle it," he chuckled. 

Faith wasn't in the mood to convince Faust to do what he wanted with her. He'd gotten it lodged in his head that she was too delicate, but she wanted him to overpower her and make her hurt in that viciously pleasurable way she dreamt of. 

"Come on, Faust, you were the one who said you wanted to wreck this pussy. You won't take advantage of our last couple of nights together by making me never forget them?"

"You say that like I'm never coming back."

Faust nipped her bottom lip, palms sliding down her ribs to the back of her skirt. He pulled it up and squeezed her ass in both hands, watching her face change shapes any time he compressed her skin.

"You're going away for weeks. Who knows what will happen? Maybe you'll find a new girl and forget all about me."

Faust loosened his and shook his hair out of his face. "Don't say that."

"Im just kidding," she chuckled, leaning in for a kiss and meeting the crest of his cheekbone instead. 

"What?" Faith asked. 

"I'm serious. Why do you think that way?"

She pulled away to focus on the solemnity of his face. "I don't know, it's just something girls say."

"I don't think so."

"Relax, baby. It's okay. Let's just do it right here in the car. Please? I'm going to miss you so much when you go away. I need all I can get."

"I don't care," Faust said, framing his long fingers into a C-shaped hold on her neck. He didn't squeeze, but held her in place and drilled into her eyes with his. "Are you saying you might find another guy while I'm gone?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Then why do you think I'd cheat on you?"

"I don't think that," she whispered.

Faust released her throat and tightened his arms around her, pinning her in his firm embrace as she straddled his lap. "I'm not looking for groupies and shit. I just want to play. That's all I care about. That, and you."

"I know, Faust. Why do you always have to take everything I say so seriously? You know I'd never think about that. I'm a good girl, remember?"

Faust's throat rolled out a soft growl. "Good girls don't wear slutty little collars. Or sneak out of their dorms to fuck their boyfriends in the backseat of a car."

"Don't you want to corrupt me? Christian girl, taken by some heathen devil-worshiper... Destroying her purity."

He curled his hips up, the thick seam of his jeans rubbing against her flimsy panties, brushing over her sheathed clit. The pressure grew with the next carve. Faust filled with blood and clamped her frame against him as his hand snuck around to the back of her skirt again. 

"Faust, please. I want it. I'll let you do anything to me."

"I know. You've waited long enough. Now I know what you can and can't handle. But not here."

Faith whimpered when he stopped feeding her strokes of his groin. She'd been wriggling against him, trying to fret hard enough that his buried erection pressed against her folds. Though his tilting stopped, the hands at her behind explored the soft mounds of flesh and the sensitive spots that lied between them.

"You're gonna give me everything. That mouth and those pretty lips. Your cunt. Mm-hmm, and this one right here too. Yeah, I'm gonna fill that asshole with all kinds of things. My fingers... my tongue? Maybe a special surprise I have waiting at home?"

Faith never felt such a violent shiver ripple across her skin. It was like the window cracked open on its own and let in the bitter night air, sweet with the seasonal decay. He pressed his index finger against the promised hole, rotating and varying pressure over the cotton.

"All right, I'm serious now. Let's get going. Climb into your seat and buckle up."

On the ride back to Faust's apartment, his arm stretched over to toy with her clit, still never breaching the protection of her underwear. He only ghosted his fingertips over them, refusing to nudge them aside to give her the full strokes she craved. Even when Faith tried to pull them down, he stopped her hand, clicking his tongue and berating her for being too eager.

"Control yourself. Just enjoy what I give you."

"Please, I want more."

"You'll get more when I decide you deserve more. Tonight, you're mine. My pussy. My tits and ass and mouth. Whatever I say goes. Understand?"

"Yes, Faust."

"Good... Now I want you to lean back and finger your pussy. Then I want you to smear that pussy juice on the windshield. Draw my roommate a little picture."

Faith scoffed, cowering against the backrest, clutching her seatbelt. "What? Are you serious?"

He swung his eyes away from the road for as long as it took for the windshield wipers to clip twice. 

"Do it." 

She obeyed, and parted her legs to insert her middle finger as far as the second knuckle, curling to find the spot inside Faust helped her discover. Faust looked back at the road as she worked herself up, nodding and smirking when she brought her glistening fingertip to the glass to create the shape of a heart. 

"Aw, isn't that sweet? Leave 'em a little message."

Faust held the hand she'd used to finger herself the entire elevator ride up. He led Faith straight into his room after dropping the keys at the door. This behaviour was normal, as Faust never had much to say to his roommate besides agreeing on times to use the car. Faith skipped along with his formidable steps to the bedroom.

Faust's bed welcomed her instantly. Giddy and nearly delirious from the excitement of not sleeping in her own bunk at school, Faith sat down and smoothed out her skirt while he went to the closet to rummage around. 

Even the gory posters and beer bottles gave her a sense of comfort. She'd miss his room, and the nights they spent entangled in each other, his massive limbs always draped over hers while they cuddled or talked or slept or fucked. It keyed into her head then that she wouldn't see his plaid bedsheets or nap under the comforter that smelled like his shampoo and deodorant for a long, long time. She tried not to think about that, but the realization overcame her by the time Faust retrieved the item for which he searched. 

He knelt on the carpet, noticing a single tear on her cheek and wiping it away. 

"Don't do this, babe. Don't cry."

Faith brushed the next droplet away herself and breathed in deeply. 

"I'm so sorry. I'll try not to. It's just hard because... I'll miss you."

"I know. It'll be tough, but when I get home, maybe I'll be able to get out of here... Get a car. Move closer to your school. I won't have to keep borrowing fuckface's shit-wagon to come see you. Things will be better after I get back."

"I just can't imagine sleeping without you for that long."

"It's part of the gig, Faith. It always will be. I'll have to do this at least once a year. Probably more if things go well."

She looked down at her toes and nodded, avoiding the large green eyes imploring her to accept reality. Faust stood up and raked his hand through her hair, pressing her face against his thigh. 

"Don't get soft on me now. We have a big night, remember? Unless you don't feel like fucking no more?" 

Faith would never pass up the opportunity to please him. It always meant if she did a good job, he'd pleasure her right back, tenfold. But tonight made a heavier promise Faith craved since the moment she passed him by in the diner; for Faust to show her the dark side of life, where her elders and superiors had always promised demons lurked, waiting to undo her and lead her away from the righteous path. 

He handled her jaw firmly, raising her to her knees on the bed. He bent at the hips and captured her lips along with the silver ring hanging from her neck. A length of chain slid through his grip as he stood up, and he wound it up in his fist, raising her another inch. The leather pressed into her skin and she surrendered instantly. 

"That's what I thought."

"What're you gonna do to me?" 

"Don't speak. You'll answer me and that's it. Now get off the bed. On your knees." 

They switched spots, Faust sitting on the edge of the bed and Faith kneeling between his legs. He pulled the leash short and worked open the button and zipper of his pants, nodding for Faith to pull them down. 

"You wanna be a bad girl?" 

Faith nodded, a warm, fluttering sensation filling her chest. 

"Yeah. You want to do all the sinful things they taught you not to do in school. Like giving your precious little pussy away. There's no way a slut like you can wait until marriage and you don't care how it looks in your God's eyes. The only one you want is to serve me, even if it means going back on the vows you made to stay pure and chaste," Faust chuckled." Well, it's way too late now. I've already soiled you and taken your virginity. But don't you think it's inherently perverse how those supposed men of God put so much importance on what's between your gorgeous legs? Almost like that's all they think about. And who can really blame them? You can do bad in school, cheat on your work, hurt others, lie, steal, disobey your parents and still earn forgiveness, but the moment you let a man's cock inside you, you’ve got no worth. Funny, isn't it? The ultimate sin is what you crave the most. All those white men policing your pussy. Your pastor... Your father... Your God."

A sliver of her past self shuddered to hear the unabated truth pouring from Faust's lips. There was always a shameful breath lingering inside her whenever they had sex, but she always suppressed it by looking into his eyes to find the love living deep in those green pools. Tonight, Faust didn't let an ounce of affection shine through, determined to bring her shame to the forefront of her mind to exploit it. 

"What? Am I wrong? That's what they taught you, isn't it? That your urges make you sinful. That your natural human instincts put you off the path to heaven. Even though, mm, when I stuff all your little holes, you swear you're already there. Why does it feel so good to fuck me when it's so wrong?"

The residual polyps of her religious upbringing quivered and stung, echoing past lessons drilled into her from birth. Faith was always aware of existence on the other side of the fence where the criminals and harlots and sinners lived, and as a child, thought herself too good to wander into those dim pastures. As she matured, new world realities filtered through the pinpricks her parents overlooked—other children whispering of PG-13 movies, sex-charged billboards and unsupervised access to the internet—leaving behind the silt of the depraved for her to examine with hungry eyes. Nothing excited her more than the thought of finding a used porn magazine at the park, or staying up later than the rest of her girlfriends to catch flashes of soft-core skin on cable television. Now she was neck-deep in the sin they'd worked so hard to keep her from, ready to dive in with but a nostalgic glance back at her old, virtuous life.

It still bothered her whenever Faust referred to God, as they fashioned Him before her as divinity, unchallengeable. The unabashed way Faust spit upon His image made her cringe, yet his gall carved out a spot in her head above her pastor, above her father. Faust was the only man to defy her doctrine, and that made him more courageous than anyone she'd ever known. Even her daddy cowered in fear of God's wrath. Faust... he pissed on the cross and the bible, made a mockery of the gospel and showed her how delicious the grapes of temptation tasted on her contaminated tongue.

Faust pushed the elastic band of his boxers down so it bunched under his balls, helping his shaft stand upright. If left without support, he'd loll to the side, the girth too much for his blood to circumvent.

"Open your pretty mouth and suck this fat fucking cock, right now."

Faith displayed her tongue, waiting for him to trace a line from tip to tonsils. The warm pre-cum coated her tastebuds, and she wrapped her lips around the head, swallowing the fluid and moaning.

"Oh, Christ, baby, that looks so good. How does it taste?"

Faith hummed in agreement, unable to form a word with the mass wedging her jaws apart. He bucked his hips up once, hitting the back of her throat, then settled on the bed and let her go to work while he used the chain leash to angle her head. Bubbles formed around the ridge, dripping down in all directions to lubricate the way. Soon, Faust shivered from the warm froth gliding downward and pulled her off by the chain, anchoring his shaft against his belly.

"Suck that spit off my balls," he barked.

Faith did as she was told, keeping her eyes on his slackened face as she trailed her tongue up and down, collecting the saliva and swallowing.

"Good. That's good. Now, get up on the bed. On your hands and knees," he yanked the chain.

Propelled by the force around her neck, Faith crawled onto the bed and awaited his next move. She didn't notice the shiny object in his hand until he placed it on the bed next to her. A shiny metal plug with a jewelled end awaited, puckering the bedspread under its weight.

Before Faith mustered the courage to ask, Faust pulled her panties down to her knees and lapped her entrance with the same sloppy ardency she'd shown him but a minute before. He nipped her folds and continued upward, two hands now spreading her cheeks apart to reveal the next destination of his travelling tongue.

"Did you get all nice and clean for me?" He snickered.

"Mm-hmm," Faith said with a nod.

"Yeah, 'cause you knew I was gonna play with that ass."

Faust teased her with circles of varying pressure, switching his middle finger out for his tongue the first time he dipped inside. She wiggled and let curious noises escape her before clamping her hand over her mouth.

"How does that feel?"

"It feels... good," Faith replied.

"Yeah? You like it? Like it when I sodomize you?"

She whimpered. Faust took her mewling as a sign to continue. Slowly, he inserted his fingertip, reading her body and how it contorted from the new intrusion. When he was certain she wouldn't refuse, he worked the digit in and out, anointing the site with a fresh wad of spit.

"What do you think about the toy I bought for you?"

Faith craned her head to regard the little silver toy. "I like it."

"Really? You're not just saying that are you? It's not just something girls say, is it?"

"No, I want it. I'll do it if you like that."

"Anyone ever tell you how sweet you are? You’re always thinking of others. Perfect little cock-slave. It's really too bad your holes are so tiny. I'd really love to fuck your ass, but we wouldn't want anyone getting injured tonight," Faust said.

Faith simpered and wiggled her hips. There was a brief loss of contact as Faust went for a bottle of lube he always had stashed under the bed for nights Faith needed it. He coated the toy and rubbed the rest around and inside her tightness. With his fingertip eclipsing her hole, he dipped in one last time before replacing the digit with the tapered end of the plug.

Faith couldn't tell what it looked like when her body accepted the weighty piece of decoration, but when Faust had it in place, he breathed heavily.

"Fuck, Faith... That's adorable. How's that feel?"

She tilted her hips from side to side, grimacing from the flare pressing into her cheeks. "It's... Different."

"Spread your legs a bit more. Yeah, that's good. Open up and show me that pussy and your cute plug."

Faust overestimated his reserve of patience. Once affixed with the pink jewel, he lost sight of everything else except filling her other holes too. But he had to control himself if he wanted to achieve what he set out to achieve, and that required endurance. He had to tease her with a little more tongue-fucking before slipping his cock in from behind. She gasped and clenched hard, flinching away. The added fullness only intensified the stretch from his width and the imposing length. Faust seethed a moment before teasing her pussy with the tip.

"All right, work it however you like, babe. Get comfortable. It's a lot."

Left to her own efforts, she sat back on him and let the stretch course through her. Faust watched most of his length disappear, mouth dropped in awe. She continued jamming him back inside after every withdrawal, hoping to impress with her resilience. 

"You're doing good, baby. Keep going. Fuck, that feels amazing."

When Faust grew bored with the position, he flipped her on her back so he could watch her wince in mixed pain and pleasure. Her struggle urged him on, her panting, encouragement. Over the months, Faith got used to the breadth of him inside and didn't tremble as much or wilt from trying to keep up. It was time to move onto the next part of his plan, which was to introduce yet another form of stimulation. 

Faust had her sit on him, his chest to her back, fully enveloped in her wetness with the plug angling just right. Once she perched in his lap comfortably, he reached around to rub her clit with one hand while the other anchored her collared neck back so her head rested on his shoulder. 

"You're gonna come all over me, understand? I won't stop until I feel your pussy spasming around my dick." 

Faith squealed from the frantic fingers dancing over her clit, the shaft pumping her in a violent clashing of rhythms. Even his brutal whispers in her ear fell into time, playing her like an instrument with expertise. By her arching back and sharp breaths, Faust knew he was close to his goal. He just had to restrain himself from succumbing to the tightening pressure around him, the feast that was her body contorting on top of his. 

"Are you gonna come? Gonna fucking squirt for me?" 

Faith nuzzled into his neck and whimpered, "I... Can't. I don't know how." 

"Yes, you do. Feel that spot right there? Remember? Remember what I told you."

"Faust," she gasped. 

"You're right there. I can feel it. Right there, Faith."

He coiled his thick arm around her chest, pressing her as he shot his groin up and up. Each thrust landed harder while his fingers coddled her most sensitive spot. 

Amid the barrage of sensations, a peculiar warmth bourgeoned in her groin. For a second she thought her bladder was about to release, but it was too gradual... Too intentional to be a regular function. The undulating pulse sent red hot waves of pleasure through her body, shooting to her fingertips and crackling in her ears like a sudden ascent up a steep mountain. She closed her eyes and let out one continuous groan that spiralled upward, squealing from between her teeth as the volcanic frequencies shut down all other modes of operation. 

Faith didn't notice the first spurt. Only when Faust laughed did she unscrew her eyes to see between her legs. Faust lifted her quickly, sidling them both to the edge of the bed where the mirror reflected the clear fluid dripping down his cock and spreading between their thighs. He'd fucked her hard enough to collect fizz along the underside of his length. She gasped when a contraction forced another small emission from a place inside her she never knew existed. 

"Oh, my goodness... Am I?" 

"Squirting? Damn fucking right, babe. I knew I could get ya to gush all over my dick."

The fervent racks of orgasm subsided after a while, and she giggled. Faust laid back on the bed, feet planted on the floor as he slipped out of her and let her roll to the side. Faith huddled up under his arm and placed her little hand on his heaving chest, his heartbeat kicking up the limb. 

"You didn't come," Faith said.

Faust grabbed her hand and tightened his arm around her shoulders. "Yeah. That's 'cause I'm not done with you."

~*~

On the day of Faust's departure, he drove Faith to her campus and got out of the car to give her a hug. She produced a rickety smile as she buried her face in his hair and the first sniffle racked her throat. She imagined they looked novel to most; Faust spreading his feet and crouching to use his entire body, clam-shelling her in leather-bound arms and ripped black jeans, and Faith in a school kilt and his largest and softest hoodie. 

Faust kissed her once softly, then again slowly. She savoured his breath and sent her tongue after his. They parted, joined once more and parted again for their first attempt at goodbye.

Faith shivered from the effort of holding back her tears. She knew crying would only make it harder to part ways. If she could hold on, then she could cry in her plain, two-sided cubicle in a building of people that weren't Faust. She already felt sorry for her roommate who would suffer her grovelling.

To her surprise, she reared in the heat behind her eyes, remembering the times in the Summer when Faust would talk about touring. The glint in his eye and the smile he let slip only in her presence was Faust at his purest. How could she let her emotions taint his goals? Faith smiled, driven by her unexpected surge of self-control. 

It was Faust who bit his lip and blinked rapidly, trying to smother a tear before it oozed out. Faith gasped at the glimmer he smeared with the leather cuff of his jacket. Then, she broke.

Faust wrapped her up in his arms again and squeezed her tight, Faith jostling with sobs.

"I love you. I love you so much," she cried into his chest.

"Yeah, babe. I love you too. I fucking wish you could just come with me. I don't trust this town either. You better not ever walk alone at night anywhere. Even if it's from your dorm to the parking lot. You always walk with someone."

"I will."

"I'm serious, Faith. And don't fucking hang out with Anika and that crowd."

"Why not? I mean, I won't, but... Why?"

Faust pressed his lips together, squeezing his fist. She cocked her head, and he released his frustration in one deep breath. "All those guys will rip you apart. Because of your... Upbringing. Christians just... Fuck. I can't put this nicely."

"Do you really think I still care about my religion? It was something I just did as a kid. I don't really... I don't know. I know what you guys sing about and I don't care."

"It doesn't matter. To some of them, Christians are the enemy and they'll do terrible shit you'd never think of. Please, just fucking promise me you'll make some other friends. Some smart girls. Have like a girl's club thing in your dorm."

"Girl's club?" Faith taunted.

"You know what I mean."

"No smart boy friends?"

Faust went deadpan, then stooped to grab her ass and pull her closer. "Don't make a murderer out of me. If I hear of any guy—"

"Or girl!"

"Or girl... If anyone tries anything with you..."

"You'll go to prison for me. I know. I'll do everything to make sure you don't end up in prison."

"And you better not worry about me and what I'm up to. My life will be nothing but sleeping on the way to shows, sound check, pre-set, set, post-set shower, then beer in the bus."

"I trust you. But will you say goodnight, every night?"

"I'll try."

She hopped up to kiss him again. "Thanks, beetle."

"One more thing before I go," Faust said, stepping toward the car. He circled to the driver's side and ducked in to grab something he'd tucked under the seat while Faith wasn't around. She already had her mouth covered by the time he returned to the sidewalk. "That collar you supposedly had lying around... You gotta get rid of it."

Faith touched her throat as though the leather strap was still there. "How come?"

"Because I got you a better one," he said, handing her the parcel. The box had a weight Faith didn't expect.

She unravelled the black plastic, a lacquered wooden box beneath the makeshift wrapping paper. The collar inside was thin, with a metal buckle and a thick D-ring hosting a thicker chrome loop.

"Faust!"

"My friend made it. It's not some Hot Topic shit. This collar means you belong with me."

"Is this like your version of a promise ring?"

Faust scoffed. "It's not a ring. It's a collar. Hand-forged metal. Leather cut with skill. Not some tiny, overpriced rock. But if you want me to make you a promise, I will."

"Promise me what?"

"That I belong to you, too."

Faith melted, rolling her eyes and leaning into him. "Ugh, oh my gosh, if you keep being so cute I'm not gonna let you leave! First you cried and now you're giving me something you asked your friend to make for me? That's sooo cute!"

"Shut up. Come on, this is serious."

"I know! Which is why it's so cute, because you're a big, tough, serious man, aren't you?"

Faust's indifference broke, and he chuckled with her as she poked him and hung off his arm. He helped her put on the collar, then slipped the box into her backpack.

They settled back into a melancholic silence, neither one of them wanting to start the next round of goodbyes. Faust eventually stepped into the tight hug, proceeded more kissing and a few deep breaths to wane the sorrow.

"I hope you have fun, Faust. You don't have to worry about me. I promise I'll be safe."

"Say goodnight, every night."

"I will."

"All right... Well, I should go."

"Please do, so I can go to my room and cry some more."

Faust pressed his thumb into the corner of his eye. "Fuck, I know."

"I love you, beetle."

"Love you too, babe. I'll talk to you soon as I'm on the road."

Faust let her go and drove away. An immovable lump formed in his throat as he drowned out his inner-mourning with a cacophony of feral guitars, erratic drumbeats and screeching.

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The Zone

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader 

Warnings: Mentions of violence, bruising, allusions to corrupt government, drug use, underage drinking, knives, mentions of neo-nazis, bad eating and sleeping habits, a mention of sex, mentions of death and the dead. 

Word Count: 3.7k

Songs: Changes- Charles Bradley, 4 Morant- Doja Cat, Prey-  The Neighborhood, Stay Together- Noah Cyrus, Without me- Eminem, Colors- Halsey, Where’s My Juul??-Full Tac, Pork Soda-Glass Animals, Everyday- A$AP Rocky, Facts- Kanye West,  Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?, Immortal- J.Cole, High Enough- K,Flay, Drugs- UPSAHL.

A/N: This is pretty short but it’s also the fasest I’ve released a chapter after the other was released.

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I smashed the keypad multiple times with the handle of a knife before the metal finally fell. I pulled all the wires out before hearing the words ‘System Malfunction’. 

If I hadn’t disarmed the alarm system already. I’d probably be worried right about now. I manually slid open the cell door. 

That’s when she glanced up at me.

“Took you look enough,” She smirked. 

“I could’ve gotten you out sooner if you didn’t get your ass locked up in solitary,” I tossed her the Black Cat suit. 

“You know I still don’t know your name or what you look like,” She stated pulling the suit up “and I don’t think that's fair seeing as you know those things about me,” She cooed. 

I pulled my mask over my face “It’s Y/N. Happy now?” 

“Wow I always knew your voice sounded attractive, matches the face,” 

“Okay, we can kiss my ass later but now we have about 2 minutes to get out before the guards come and get us,” 

Leaving the building the same way I came in through the vent. You’d think they’d have better security. I was thankful they didn’t when we finally reached the car. 

“Who’s car is this?” Felicia asked hopping in the passenger seat. 

“Dunno,” I said, putting the car in the drive. 

“Hold on tight,” I warned before ramming into the fence at full speed successfully knocking it down. 

I was definitely not holding my breath that whole time. And I definitely was not doubting myself. Okay maybe I was, a little.

“I’m surprised that actually worked, none of this was planned at all,” I laughed in relief.

She laughed along with me 

“Plans are for the ‘good guys’, if you’re smart enough you don’t need plans,” 

“If that’s not the truth,” I replied turning onto a deserted road “You owe me again, I’m not counting, but I believe the score’s 3:1,” 

She was right, you never need a plan. Second moral to the story is that even “villains” never work alone. I know I always talk that “every man for themselves” mess but everyone needs a support team. And for people who supposedly have no morals they haven’t betrayed me yet. 

There are the bad guys and then there are the bad guys. The heroes didn’t seem to care which you were, they just wanted you locked up or dead and to get all the glory for it. I think it’s time one of us gets the glory.

“Ow!” I exclaimed, pulling myself out of my thoughts. 

“Sorry,” Olivia muttered, “You need to be still,” She said, dabbing a cloth on my leg. 

“Well it’s hard to be still when your leg is burning,” 

I was expecting some jab or joke like normal but it was silent. She looked up at me and I could see the tears forming in her eyes. 

“Y/N…” Her eyes drifted over my bruised and cut up body, her voice breaking. 

“You don’t have to worry about me, I promise I’m fine,” 

“How am I supposed to believe that when you won’t tell me anything?”

“I don’t tell you anything cause then you’d worry,” 

“Well I’m already worried!” 

The next day of school was very ordinary. Well as ordinary as it got when you were a kid who was wanted in multiple cities. My body wasn’t as sore as it was the day before, the bruises were clearing up, but honestly these new weapons were no joke. I’d seen them burn straight through buildings and a ferry now. Anyways like I was saying before today was ordinary, nothing exciting unfortunately. 

Rich kids in Queens take homecoming a little too seriously. For the most part, I’m not complaining penthouse parties were fun. Rich white kids love their molly. 

Harry Osborn was one of those rich kids. If we’re being honest I feel like he does coke on occasion. I don’t think he actually liked homecoming all that much seeing as he’s pretty new to our school. I just think he likes being able to brag about his parties and get wasted at parties. 

One of those parties would be the one I was getting ready for right now. 

Olivia walked into the bathroom and stood in the doorway. This bathroom was very modern as well as the whole house. Like an art gallery.

“Hey kitten,” I said since she wasn’t going to say anything. 

“Hey,” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I asked.

“You know how I feel about Harry’s parties,” 

That I did, her dad and Harry’s dad seemed to have some sort of beef. That I didn’t care enough to get into. But Olivia's family took it pretty seriously. I guess I could say Felicia and Olivia’s family. It’s still weird to see them as siblings. It’s not surprising, just weird. Just a weird family of kleptomaniacs. 

This isn’t something I say often but I looked really hot. Like really fucking hot. I had even winged eyeliner. A nice black tube top. A pastel pink tennis skirt. I had black thong type thing on, you could see the thin straps resting on my waist from above the skirt. It wasn’t like I was trying to get fucked or anything because I was not planning on being the slightest bit of sober. 

I also had thigh high socks on but only because they could conceal a knife and I’d been on high alert lately. Just because I wasn’t going to be sober didn’t mean I couldn’t protect myself. It's a sort of muscle memory when it comes to knives, at least with me 

If I wore this anywhere near the kids at my old school they’d probably call me a wannabe white girl, but those kids aren’t there and they have no part of my life anymore. 

I just wanted to get so fucked up that I couldn’t think at all. 

I couldn’t help but think. That’s all I could do lately. My brain wouldn’t slow down to let me breathe for even one second. I just wanted to breathe and go to bed. I still can’t sleep. At least now I have a valid reason. I don’t like talking about it because it’s not a big deal or anything, but today is the anniversary of-. It’s the day Rose died. No use sugarcoating it. It passes every year, no use being in my feels about it. Couldn’t help it though, every year I’d get sad about it for about 5 minutes until I did so many drugs that I couldn’t blink. 

As soon I stepped into the house. I was hit with the buzz I hadn’t felt in a while. I missed it too. It wasn’t like Liz’s “party” her thing could’ve been fun but the whole headache, Vulture thing and lack of drugs made it suck. 

Anyways who cares about that. I’d been at this school long enough to know who had molly. I’d either have to flirt with them or pay which I was down for either. 

See I knew the chewlery gem rod I had attached to a necklace would come in handy one of these days. Now I wouldn’t bite my mouth. 

Only problem is I could still think.  Which wasn’t good. There was some sort of jungle juice on the table but I just went straight for a bottle of beer sitting on the counter, because I was shaking too much to pour anything. 

Beer has to be the nastiest form of alcohol out there. It looks like pee, tastes like pee, it’s like they didn’t bother trying to mask the taste of yeast in it. 

My body was vibrating in a good way as I started talking to people. By the time I’d made small talk with the third person around me. I’d finished the beer and I went back to the kitchen to fill a cup with some form of alcohol and soda I wasn’t picky. Harry must’ve had the same idea. 

“Hey,” He said. 

“Hey, where’s your groupie,” I said referring to the blonde that’d I seen around him earlier. 

“You mean Gwen?” He said, bringing a solo cup to his lips. 

“Probably,” I moved over grabbing the orange soda next to me. 

“Why’re you wondering, jealous?” He asked being his signature flirtatious self. There was this one time that we… you know. But we were both drunk so it doesn’t count. 

“You wish I was jealous,” I rolled my eyes “We both know you're the one obsessed with me,” I laughed. 

“Yep, dream about you every night,” He joked back. 

I took a sip from my drink squinting as it slightly burned my throat. 

“I’m sure you do,” I headed out of the kitchen. 

I could feel my brain slowing down as I started to calm. That was until Facts by Kanye came on. Then suddenly it felt like my blood was boiling in my veins and I couldn’t breathe and not in the good way. I made my way to the nearest bathroom and hoped no one was making out in there. 

I opened the door and the coast was clear. 

I splashed water on my face. When I looked in the mirror my pupils were dilated and my face was flush. Normally my skin tone masked the effects of blushing but not this time.

 I wasn’t drunk. Maybe I was but I wasn’t enough. I was still laying on the bathroom floor because it was cold and felt good in contrast against my hot skin. I was going through my phone and landed on Peter’s number. I texted him because I was bored and I can text whoever I want. 

you: helo 

About thirty seconds later he responded, guess he was already on his phone. 

P 😜🤚: Hey 

you: do yuo like pengwings

pengns 

fck 

penguns 

penguins 

He read the messages and responded rather quickly 

P 😜🤚: ? 

You okay? 

you: yesh im fine d you like penfuins 

P 😜🤚: Are you drunk 

you: no im nt drunk i m jst hPpy 

P 😜🤚: yeah sure, where are you. 

Before I could think, I clicked the option to send location. Even if I did think it wouldn’t have done much help. None of my thoughts were coherent. I was actually happy, like really really happy. 

I was still laying on the ground when I felt the floor vibrate with the knock at the door. 

“Who is it?” I asked. 

“Peter,” The voice called out

“Come in!” I said in a sing-songy voice. 

He opened the door slowly and looked around before looking down at me. 

“Hiii,” 

“Hey, what are you doing on the floor,” 

I shrugged after slowly pushing off the floor so I wouldn’t lose balance.

“How’d you get here?” Since I know he couldn’t drive. 

“I got an Uber,” 

“That’s adorable,” 

“What’s adorable,” 

“You, you spent money on a ride just to come see me,” I pointed out, voice cracking halfway through the sentence as tears started to well in my eyes. 

 “Wait don’t cry, I’m sorry, did I do something? If I did sorry for whatever it was-” 

“No you didn’t do anything, it’s just me,” I moved a hand off the counter I was holding onto for balance before wiping my face. I don’t cry, at least not willingly and definitely not in front of anyone else.

“Well I was going to…” He fiddled with his hands before continuing “I was going to ask if you needed a ride because I didn’t know if you drove here or not and you’re clearly drunk-“

“I’m not drunk!” I said. “I don’t drink how could I be drunk,” 

“Okay, but like I was saying do you need a ride?” 

I was going to say I didn’t want to leave yet but it’s not like I was doing anything but being pathetic and hanging out in the bathroom. 

“Fine, yeah” 

Peter opened his mouth like he was about to say something but a knock on the door interrupted. I immediately opened the door and grabbed Peter’s wrist running, for no reason except I felt like it. I bumped into a couple doorways 

By the time we’d made it out by the pool Peter was hunched over trying to catch his breath. 

I started running toward the water and I could hear a faint 

“Y/N don't!” As I was running but it was too late seeing as I was already in the water. I laughed as I broke the surface as I floated on my back. 

Peter came over to the edge of the water and squatted down. 

“Y/N” 

“And nothing hurts anymore I feel kinda free!” I sang splashing around in the pool. 

“Y/N” 

“We're still the kids we used to be,” 

“Y/N!” Peter yelled, snapping my attention back to him. 

“Hmm?” I asked. 

“You need to get out the pool,” 

“I don’t wanna,” I whined. 

“Yeah I know but don’t you wanna go home?” He asked. 

The last place I’d ever want to go is “home” 

“No, get in the pool,” 

“Y/N,” He said sternly. 

“Pleaseee,” 

“Get out the pool it’s cold you’re gonna get sick,”

“Fine…” I made my way begrudgingly to the steps of the pool. 

Peter gave me the hoodie he was wearing so I was able to take my skirt and socks off. I put the knife I had in the hoodie pocket. 

The last thing I remember is getting in some car. 

Oh shit 

I woke up in a room that I did not recognize. I swear to God if I got kidnapped again. I sat up quickly and hit my head on something. It was dark but there was a nightlight. Thank God if we’re being honest I’m scared of the dark. Long story I don’t wanna get into it.

I was definitely hungover, headache prominent. It only worsened when I stepped out the room and the light from the TV hit my eyes. I glanced over to Peter laying on the couch. 

Oh yeah I forgot about that. 

“Hey…” I whispered. He shifted a bit “You awake?” 

He sat up and looked at me rubbing his eyes before bombarding me with questions. 

“Did you- Are you okay? Does your head hurt? Do you need painkillers? Sorry that I brought you here and didn’t ask. That's really creepy but you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you because you seemed tired. Again sorry it’s just I didn’t really even know where you lived and I was-“

“Oh my God, shut up!” I interrupted. 

He looked stunned, blinking a few times. 

“Sorry,” I held my hand to my forehead in exasperation. “Sorry, it’s just you- you were making my head hurt.” 

“Oh I’m sorry,”

“No, I promise it’s not you, if it’s okay with you can I go back to sleep? I don’t really feel like going home right now,” 

“Yes of course you can!” He sat up and pushed the blanket off of him before standing. “Wait I’ll be right back,” He said. I nodded before hesitantly sitting down on the couch. 

He came back rather quickly with a glass of water and some painkillers. I mumbled a quick thank you before taking them. 

I yawned, surprised that I was able to actually feel tired. Normally it took at least a few hours before I could sleep if I even got the chance. 

“You can take the bed,” Peter informed. 

“I just wanna stay right here,” I said lazily. 

He tried to scoot over but I already had my arms wrapped around him so I squeezed him tighter. I looked up and his face was tinted red, smiling before I drifted off. 

I felt light hit my face and I heard the squeak of a door. I sat up and slowly unwrapped my arms from around Peter. Walking over towards May. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know if it was okay for me to stay here I should’ve called and asked,”

“No, no it’s perfectly fine,” 

“Okay…”

“He talks about you all the time you know,”

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Thanks for not killing me for being in your house,” I joked. “But I should probably get home anyway,” 

I didn’t go home. Mostly because I don’t have an actual home. I didn’t go to any of the almost 13 places I’ve stayed at, at some point either. I went to some shitty hotel. I had enough money to stay for about a week. Which was great I could stay for all of homecoming week then I’d have to find somewhere else to stay before I got more money at least. 

The last step for this day was go to Olivia’s house and get my stuff back. I made my way into the house through the back door, and sure enough she was sitting on the couch like parents in movies when they catch you sneaking out.

She eyed the bag in my hand.

“So you’re leaving?”

“I-“ I didn’t get the chance to speak.

“And you weren’t going to tell me, oh okay,” 

“Olivia…” 

“Where are you gonna stay?”

“I’m going back to my grandma's house,” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, again I’m sorry that I tried to leave without telling you I just-“

“Didn’t want to be interrogated?” 

“Yeah…”

”It’s okay, I get it, come give me a hug,”

I moved giving her a hug and she mumbled 

“You smell like booze,” 

As soon as I got back to the hotel I turned on the movie Frozen. Which I knew was a bad idea because the movie always made me cry. 

I ended up crying myself to sleep and by the time I woke up I was late for school. I slept for 18 hours straight.  

If I was going to be late might as well have had a reason. So, I got smoothies. 

“I love smoothies a lot, but banana is so so strong. Which like makes it pointless to put anything else in it. People should stop saying strawberry and banana smoothie because in reality it’s a BANANA and strawberry smoothie,” I took another sip of my smoothie.

“Damn bitch, you’re saying a lot and fast what’d they put in that smoothie,” Bri said examining the cup before turning to me again “And can I have some?” I laughed before lighty shoving her shoulder. 

“Noo! Continue talking you were my reference for my excitement portrait,” MJ said flipping her sketchbook towards me “I’ve missed my one and only chance to see you happy,” 

“Now I know you’re not talking, I don’t think anyone has seen you smile ever,”

I slid down the bench of the lunch table 

“Whatcha watching Phineas?” I asked Peter. He quickly swiped out the app. “Was it porn?”

“No! Wha- What?” 

I patted his shoulder “Relax dude, I was just messing with you,” 

That was the last I’d spoken to any of my friends. In all actuality that was the last time I’d spoken to anyone besides the hotel staff. I hadn’t been to school since...what’s today? Wednesday. Well then I hadn’t been to school since 3 days ago. Which also means I haven’t eaten since a week ago? 

Okay I know how bad that sounds but it’s not like I’ve been eating nothing. I just haven’t been hungry lately, I have had snacks though like goldfish and chips. I’ve just been too lazy to cook and don’t have the funds to cook. I’ve also been too lazy to fake a smile or whatever so I just haven’t been going to school. 

However what I have been and haven’t been eating is the issue of concern here. It’s that alien shit from the Avengers a few years ago is so much deeper than anyone could have ever thought. I’d been in research mode for a while now. I call it the zone, anything you say to me will go unheard, I mean business when I’m in the zone. If I want something to happen it will. 

“Okay so, I’ll start with the government flash drive. So the aliens that attacked a while back in 2012 were called Chitauri. So Loki had control of them and was using them as an army. Loki being Thor’s brother and the God of mischief,” I clarified. 

''And Loki was attacking because he wanted to be king but his brother was king instead. I mean I think, I don’t really get that part. So there was this thing called the tesseract and it’s supposedly like super powerful. This branch of government called Shield doesn’t want Loki to have this so they keep, then the invasion ensues. This tesseract however is some space stone and Loki used it to bring in the aliens. It’s some sort of infinity stone whatever that means. Howard Stark found the stone in the ocean, because a Stark is always gonna be the one to fuck the world up when they think they’re helping. Then he and someone else founded Project Pegasus-” 

“What’s project Pegasus?”

“I don’t really know but I know it stands for potential energy group alternate sources,”

“Oh, so it’s Shield that’s over this… Tesseract?”

“Exactly!” I clapped and the papers with all the information I printed from the flash drive rustled underneath me. 

“What are you going on about?” Carmen asked. “Like what’s the bigger picture?” 

“That’s the thing! I don’t know, this is like so covered up and coded that I can’t figure it out with information that I have,” I turned towards her “But I will, and that’s where your help comes in,”

“Y/N, when’s the last time you slept?” She tilted her head like those dogs in Minecraft when you have food. 

“Last night,” I waved her off. 

I looked down at the information I was able to find out about Kingpin since he was mentioned in the video my mom made for me. Apparently she worked for him for a while. So did Felicia but all she’d ever tell me was “He was an ass he did give me a gift I’m grateful for though,”. He had affiliations with everyone. 

From what Black Widow released out unto the world he had connections with a Neo Nazi group called HYDRA which brainwashed people from what’ve heard. 

Before I’d just wanted to take down the Vulture out of pettiness if we’re being honest, but now. Oh now? I knew I’d have to. 

Another paper I’d printed from Kingpin’s affiliations caught my eye. 

“Hey Carmen,”

“Hm?”

“Ever been to Vegas?” 

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[ditch-witches]

Insufferable (iii) - George MacKay x reader

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 4)

requested: yes/no (im still using the same request bye)

God bless @/okay.l0z

"Hi! I've been reading your fics and I love them so much bc there's hardly any around. I was wondering if you take insta requests and if so can you do one with George and the reader are like enemies to loves and they have really cute moments but then end up fighting all the time and then it escalates and they end up having sEx and then get together or something bc I will THRIVE IF YOU DO!" ... "Is it bad if I want it long ass?"

pairing: George MacKay x reader

warnings: smut, angst

word count: 3,335

a/n: I feel like this is so vanilla and weepy. I M SO R R Y.

It had been a few days since what had happened in your apartment, but something had clicked into your mind. And it was George. You hadn't had the opportunity to really talk to him since the event, him being too wrapped up in the production and sidelining with the director, you too concentrated on the revamp of one of the costumes as well as scouts from major cinema companies sprinkled into the crowd of most of the shows. Sure, there was the occasional glance and in special cases, a wave but the wedge between the two had seemingly been growing since that night. Every time you did see him brought a sense of terror deep within you because you were now looking forward to getting an opportunity to speak to him. You wanted to vomit at the thought of ending up as another one of his groupies or the girls that longed for his attention. You hated that you couldn't just let the deed be a one-time thing and it meant nothing. Just as he said, "It's not a big deal."

Or at least you thought he had said that. Hadn't he?

You hadn't realized you were tearing up a program as the thought crossed your mind of if George had said it hadn't been a big deal or if it had. Someone snapped their fingers, pulling you out of your anxiety trance. You looked up to who had wanted your attention, your eyes falling on your very worried looking director. He was hemming a dress that had somehow gotten caught on a part of the set. It was ten minutes until the curtain call. "Have you seen George?" He called to you from his crouched position. You shook your head, furrowing your brows. "Be a dear and call him?"

"I don't have his number," you answered, walking towards him and dodging a few actors running across the stage to get to the dressing rooms. The director sighed, quickly shoving his cellphone at you and returning to the poor girl's dress. You did as you were told, the shock of your lead actor possibly flaking sent a chill down your back. You pressed a few buttons and the line began to ring. Your heart pounded in your ears and your eyes scanned the stage and you wandered into the backstage area, looking for George and his understudy. The phone continued to ring and you bit your lip. Where could he have gone? Was he in a closet somewhere with one of the stage girls?

The call dropped and you instantly redialed, heading back to where the director was. It was then that one of the back doors opened and George stepped in with a rather frustrated look on his face. The director sighed in relief, getting off of his knees and nodding at the girl before turning back to George. "Finally, I feel like I can shit solidly now. Go help him get ready, curtain in five," he stated to the both of you, shoving you in George's direction.

The two of you rushed to his dressing room, feverishly attempting to get his shirt buttoned and his suspenders on. "Where were you?" You asked, rubbing a bit of gel into your hands to fix his hair into place as he laced up his boots. "I almost had to fit Donny into your pants," you grumbled. He laughed dryly. This is when you noticed the small blot of lipstick on the side of his neck. You wet your thumb and rubbed at it and he avoided your eyes in the mirror, his expression tensing in a cringed effort at you finding the spot. "Busy I see," you joked, a small smile playing at your lips, despite the estranged sense of jealousy flaring up inside of you. "You were really going to miss the show for some pussy? Ouch," you tisked in disapproval.

George let out a soft laugh, sounding completely unlike him as he pulled his suspenders onto his shoulders and stood up. "It's not what you think." You were half expecting a smart-ass response from him. Whatever was on his mind seemed to be numbing his personality tonight.

"It's whatever. Just glad you didn't flake." You felt your humor faltering as he paused, his body remaining rather close to you. You could practically feel the warmth of his breath against your skin again and the touch of his lips. In the midst of the chaos, your nerves seemed to calm when you were this close to him. Maybe it was the sandalwood and lavender playing at your senses and the thought of the cabin in a field that set you at ease. Maybe it was just his presence finally bringing you comfort instead of intensity. His eyes danced across your face and you swore you saw him move towards you.

An abrupt knock on the door made both of you jump away from each other. Something seemed off about George and you couldn't put your finger on it. Maybe your energy around him was different and that was shaping him? You cleared your throat, pushing passed him and heading down the hall at a quicker pace. You heard George's strides behind you. "So, are you serious about that Mark guy?" He asked.

You furrowed your brows, looking over your shoulder momentarily as you wove in between people. "What's it to you?" You leered.

George tucked his shirt into the back of his pants and straightened his collar as he walked. "He's an ass."

"So are you?" You shot back, almost defensively.

You heard him scoff darkly before grabbing your arm as you walked, bringing your ear closer to him. "Didn't seem to think so the other night." You shook out of his grasp, rolling your eyes. You knew he would use that night against you. "I was thinking earlier," he began but you cut him off.

"Don't hurt yourself," you jested, your words coming out a bit meaner than you had meant them to sound. Why did he have lipstick on his neck?

He seemed to match your tone. "Well, I did and figured it out. I figured, maybe that's it, huh? You like it when guys treat you like shit?" Upon reaching the stage you whipped around to look at him. He was completely serious in his statement.

"What?" You snapped.

He crossed his arms. "You haven't spoken to me in a week, that's after I treated you like a human. Mark throws you to the side like garbage all the time and you're still fucking him. You're still inviting him to shows he couldn't give a fuck about and you're still giving him the time of day. Am I not good enough?"

"Are you serious right now?"

His mouth opened slightly before his jaw tensed. "Am I wrong?"

"You have no right to talk to me like that!"

"Why not? It's the only way you'll listen!"

You furrowed your brows, your fists clenching at your sides. "Where the fuck is this coming from?"

"I've had some time to think without your insufferable nagging," he barked. You were taken aback, words slipping from your mind. He must have noticed your twisted expression. "That came out wrong. I didn't mean that..." He chewed on the inside of his cheek, his eyes dropping from yours to the floor.

You rolled your eyes, your heart breaking into pieces as you felt small and vulnerable. "Whatever. Go get on stage," you stiffly mumbled. His words echoed into your head as his face seemed to grow into shame. Usually, when the two of you bickered, you didn't leave the conversation feeling disgusted with yourself and him. Your stomach was in knots and you wanted to cry. You cursed yourself for even considering feeling something for him. Your breathing deepened as tears began to well up behind your eyes and George's understudy approached the two of you.

"Seriously? He can show up five minutes before the show and still perform but everyone else gets kicked if they aren't here two hours early?" The two of you turned to him, George's arms falling to his sides as his shoulders squared. "Special treatment for a fuck, right?" It was like a slow-motion scene from a bad action movie. George inhaled sharply but before he moved, you took a swing at the boy, your fist coming in contact with his nose, a triumphant crack of bone echoing through the air. He didn't deserve to be hit but your anger overtook you. The understudy groaned, doubling over, and George wrapped his arm around you, pulling you away from him. The director stormed over to you, eyes widening. Reality seemed to come crashing down on you as he whisper yelled for you to leave, shoving George off of you and through the curtain to keep the show moving. You straightened yourself up and nodded, apologizing and taking your leave.

You no longer bothered with holding up your skirt as you trudge through the darkness, finally letting a tear slip from your eye. Maybe this was a good thing. It proved that George was wrong. You preferred when he treated you like you deserved even an ounce of respect. Who wouldn't? But most importantly, you wanted to vomit at the idea of throwing away something so important because you couldn't control your feelings over a guy. Your dream show was closing out tonight and you were walking home in your new dress, crying over George. He didn't even deserve to be cried over after saying what he had. But here you were. You came to an abandoned clearing and took a deep breath. "FUCK," you yelled into the air, rubbing your eyes with your hands and stopping to crouch down slightly.

When you were in grade school, George made his presence known to you. He would always bicker with you when he could or hang out with your older brother when he was supposed to pick you up. He dated your best friend and broke her heart in front of you. But he always told jokes that could bring you to tears. Him simply just existing around you had come to bring you to peace without even trying. It was like he was already so stitched into your life when he had become a more dominant character to you that you hadn't even realized he was really there. Was he right? Why were you settling for Mark?

You stood up quickly when you heard heavy footsteps running towards you. You furrowed your brows in the darkness, reaching into your bag for your mace. George jogged to stop you. "You need to cut that out. You know how many times I've almost pepper-sprayed you?" He chuckled at your joust, catching his breath.

"You fucking punched Donny," he stated unevenly, resting his hands on his knees.

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, fuck face. I was there." You leaned slightly to catch his eyes. "Did you run after me to tell me I have issues again?"

"No. I was going to tell you I miss your nagging."

You exhaled through your teeth, turning on your heel. "I'm going home."

"Come on, listen." You turned back, raising an eyebrow at him and crossing your arms. "I was there when your dad gave you your first screenplay. It was Judge Dredd." You tilted your head, asking his point. "Your dad asked us---your brother and I---what he should get you that year. It was my suggestion."

"So?"

"I don't know how to say this without sounding like a stalker but I've loved you since I met you. And I know weird shit about you because for some reason I can't get you out of my head." He straightened up as he spoke. He seemed like he hadn't meant to tell you, but nodded to himself. "Yeah," he sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I love you."

You rolled your eyes. "Give me a break, George. It's been a long night."

He reached out for you. "I know you love me too." You looked up at him lazily. "I know you do. I feel it every time we're together. Shit, even when you're screaming at me, I know."

"Why the fuck would you say that shit about me then?"

"I freaked myself out. I overthought everything that happened that night. After we didn't talk, that is." You huffed. "I mean, in all honesty, I don't like going down on girls usually but I enjoyed you," a lightness had returned to his voice.

You scoffed. "Stop bringing it up!"

"I can't help it." You shook your head at his words. "Tell me I'm wrong about how you feel about me." You furrowed your brows, unable to find a response in your head. Tonight was a rarity in you being literally speechless, both accounts happening with the same man in front of you. Your head swam with a million thoughts at once and all you wanted is for then to settle. You took a few steps to close the gap between you finally, your hand reaching up to wrap around the back of his neck and pull him down to you. Your lips crashed against his, stunning him momentarily before you felt him relax against you, his arms snaking around you to pull you closer to him. The smell of his cologne was a safe haven, infiltrating your brain and quieting the noise. His lips against yours left you with only him to think about. His hand moved to cup your face, wanting to eliminate all possible space between the two of you.

You broke away from him, his arms still around you as you hovered inches from his face, looking up into his eyes. "What now?" You mumbled. He barely moved an inch to shrug. "Should we fuck?"

"I'd be okay with that..." he answered, and before you knew it, you were falling onto George's bed as he climbed over you, slipping his jacket off of his shoulders.

Each kiss sent warmth throughout your body. His lips drew patterns across your skin; different from your birthday gift when George was seemingly rushed. He had all the time in the world to take care of you tonight. Maybe it was the way he had---almost effortlessly---said he loved you that drove you into his arms. Like it was already second nature to him but foreign and... a relief. You sighed as he hesitated before nipping at the skin of your collarbones. You drove your hands into his hair, your fingers locking around the slight curls forming after the rain. He sat off of you, letting you turn to settle on top of him, your hands reaching for your zipper as you straddle him. He watched your movements carefully, drinking the sight of you in like you were the last thing he wanted to see before the world ended. You pulled your dress over your head, your hair falling out of the elaborate mess you had previously braided it into to cascade around your bare shoulders.

He sat up to press his lips against yours again like he had been away from you for years, his hands resting on your thighs lightly before brushing up your back to settle in your hair. You worked at undoing his buttons, breaking the kiss momentarily to focus on your work, giggling slightly as his breath feathered over your shoulder. Your hands ran across his chest to hook into his suspenders, pulling them off before stripping him of the shirt as well. His hands settled on your hips, moving you to grind against his lap. You moaned into his shoulder, your arms wrapping around him. His hand reached up to rest against your jaw, bringing your lips back to his. You pushed him back on the bed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear as you fumbled with George's belt buckle, the thought crossing your mind that technically you were about to fuck Charlie. You slid his pants down his legs, climbing back into his lap.

His lips settled on your chest, unclipping your bra and taking one of your breasts in his hand. How many times had he thought of being with you in this way? Had he planned out the way he wanted to touch you? "Stop thinking..." he mumbled, his lips gently pressing against your neck with his arms wrapping around you to pull you beneath him.

"If I stop thinking I'm going to forget what I'm doing."

George chuckled, placing a kiss on your lips. "And then what?"

"I don't know. I'll bite you or something," you joked, kissing his jaw as he smirked.

"I like biting," he leered. You laughed, wrapping a leg around him to pull him against you.

"Dream on, lover boy," you grumbled. He smiled into your kiss and you seemed to relax. His hips dug into yours, the friction bringing a lazy smile to your face as you bit your lip. You tugged on his hair, making him moan into your ear to mix with his motions. "I want you, George," you stated, your voice falling from your lips in a slightly deeper tone, your breathing uneven with passion. He moved to look into your eyes, pausing for a moment before his hand slid between your waistband and your hip to remove your underpants.

He smirked slightly, his lips finding your neck once again. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that," he practically growled.

You tugged at his boxers. "Shut up, stalker." He chuckled, before pressing into you, filling you up like he was built for you. You hummed slightly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he began to move. He gripped onto the edge of the mattress beside your head as he leaned his weight on his forearm. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, bringing your hips up to move with his.

He pressed a kiss behind your ear, the tenderness of the action making your toes curl. "You're so beautiful..." he mumbled, his lips brushing against your collarbones again as his thrusts into you became deeper. You were slowly beginning to realize they were his favorite part of your body. You wrapped yourself around him, rolling the mess of the two of you so you were perched on top of him once again. His expression of mild excitement made you quirk an eyebrow in his direction. His eyes lit up as his hands ran the length of your thighs.

You chuckled slightly, swirling your hips against him. "Sub," you jeered.

He groaned at your teasing, slapping your ass mockingly as you moved. "You like it," he quipped. You bit back a laugh, hushing him by covering his mouth.

"You talk too much." Your comment made him groan against your hand. He held onto your hips, moving you at a quicker speed and pulling himself deeper into you, drawing you towards him. Your hand pressed into the mattress, fingers curling around the sheets as George pulled you down to him again, his lips melding to yours. You groaned, finding your sweet spot as he did so and picking up your pace again. The veins in his neck tightened, indicating that he was approaching his own climax. A few more thrusts and you were straightening up, your hands in your hair as a rush of pleasure spread through your body, the knot deep within you unraveling. George's head tilted back as you felt him release inside of you. Your actions slowed, realizing just how tired you actually were. George exhaled deeply, pulling you into his arms. You relaxed against him as he placed a kiss to your temple, another action that demonstrated just how much he cared for you. As he tugged the sheets around the two of you and began drifting off to sleep, a content grin playing on his lips lazily, you found a pang of newfound guilt weighing in your stomach.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

fuse (2/2) slash x reader x izzy stradlin

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part 1 part 2

a part two was suggested by @slashscowboyboots "izzy and reader are both miserable without each other."

i know its not a request but i couldnt help myself. i appreciate you for the ideas and really enjoyed writing this. i hope you like it

song: heather by conan gray

tag list: @cynic-spirit @satans-arse @slashscowboyboots @littlemisscare-all

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i seethed as i watched izzy flirt with the groupie; him and axl both gently touching her arm as she laughed with them. slash just pulled me closer to him, resting his head into the crook of my neck.

"i still think you need to talk to him. this has gone on long enough."

i crossed my arms over my chest.

"what do you care? you're getting laid."

i hissed. he rested his hands on my hips, leaning back to look at me like i was crazy. i sighed in defeat.

"youre right, im sorry. he just makes me so mad."

he shook his head before resuming his position.

"and you dont think you make him mad? you told him off less than a month ago and neither of you have talked since, just aggressive glances at each other across venues, buses, and restaurants."

he snaked his arms around my torso in a hug and i ran my hands lightly across them, closing my eyes and leaning into his touch.

"yeah but weve been over this, he hasnt let up with them though."

i said motioning to the group of girls now surrounding them, begging for attention like dogs.

"but he hasnt been with any of them since the fight, cant you see that?"

he asked and turned to look at him a little bewildered.

"what do you mean?"

he sent me a knowing look.

"we both know hes dying without you. he may still party and flirt and get off, but he hasnt been with any of those girls."

i looked back over at him longingly, catching him glancing at me before looking away quickly. i tapped saul's hand gently, asking to be let go as i stood upright. he held my hand for a second, trying to study my face.

"ill be back, i need some air."

i said slipping my crew pass out of my pocket and onto my neck.

"ill be here when you get back."

he said, letting me leave. i stood up tall, walking with power and my head held high as i walked past the group of them to the door. i pushed it open, squinting my eyes as the setting sun glared in my face. i sighed in relief as the warm evening air engulfed me, the breeze pushing my hair around my shoulders as i leaned into the banister in front of me.

"dont you know its dangerous to be out here by yourself? we have some pretty crazy fans after all."

i heard izzy say behind me, hearing the door click closed a second later.

"its nice to know you still care."

i quipped back, not looking at him as he appeared next to me, lighting a cigarette before mirroring how i was standing.

"of course i do, im just surprised you didnt bring slash out here for a make-out session or something."

i snorted, shaking my head as i looked to the concrete below us.

"guess i just needed a break."

i saw him nod out of the corner of my eye, blowing smoke out into the open air.

"how much of  break?"

he asked hesitantly. i finally looked at him and he looked as lost as i was.

"not sure yet, it depends."

he looked at me quizzically.

"on?"

i breathed deeply.

"on you."

he smirked at me.

"is that so?"

i held a finger in the air.

"before you ask if he's not doing it for me i need you to know that we've only slept together twice in the last month and he is just comforting me cause youve been an asshole this whole tour."

he drew his brows in protest.

"hey! if anything, you started this!"

i leaned back.

"oh i started this? if i remember correctly, you were the one sleeping around after confessing your undying love to me. i had every right to find someone new!"

he scoffed at me, rolling his head to the side.

"is that so? well why did it have to be slash?"

i motioned to the door.

"would you rather it have been axl? steven maybe?"

i said angrily.

"of course not!"

i threw my hands in the air.

"who then? who would you rather i be with?"

he groaned.

"me god damnit!"

he yelled, and i froze.

"i want you to be with me!"

he stepped closer and i stepped back. i watched with wide eyes as he shook his head.

"i do love you, and im an idiot for not showing you that sooner, okay. i will admit that. im an even bigger idiot for not saying something sooner. ive been miserable without you. i cant sleep, i cant eat, i cant think straight."

i sighed heavily.

"and i havent slept with any of those girls since our fight. it just ruined me knowing how mad that made you. and evey part of me wanted to, to make you jealous or get rise out of you but you seemed so happy with slash. its been eating away at me."

i looked down a little ashamed.

"im not happier with slash, izzy. i love you. hes just a friend at best but he was also there when you werent. and hell yeah i was jealous, i was pissed that youve been surrounded by other girls this whole time. it made me so mad cause i missed you. i missed us."

i confessed, looking up at him with sad eyes. he put his cigarette out against the metal banister before flicking the filter away from him.

"i missed us too. can we please go back to what we were doing before? i dont know if i can stand much more of this tour without you."

he said a little broken. i nodded, letting him step closer this time. his hands found their way slowly to my hips as he looked down at me endearingly.

"im so sorry."

he said sincerely, touching my face gently and running his thumb over my cheek. it was a touch i had missed so much and it made me want to cry. i could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he leaned down and kissed me softly. i hummed in content against him as our mouths moved together, my fingers finding their way to the hair at the back of his neck.

"oh, fucking finally."

i heard from the door, both of us pulling away from each other. there was slash standing in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear. i couldnt help the blush creeping its way to my face as izzy held me to him.

"uh, yeah. sorry i didnt come back, i was a little busy."

he raised his beer bottle to me in cheers.

"no worries babe, take all the time you need, im just glad youre fixing things."

i looked up at izzy who was smiling down at me.

"yeah, she might not be coming back to you."

he said before kissing me again, making me giggle into him. i heard slash laugh and then the door clicking behind him as he went back inside. izzy rested his forehead against mine.

"im never letting you go again."

he said pecking me on the lips quickly. i looked between his eyes.

"you promise?"

he nodded against me.

"i promise."

[neocitis]

DEVOTEE.

two

[ warnings: drug / alcohol use ]

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it was late in the night, but you knew things had only just started. your vision was hazy and you couldnt tell if it was because of jaehyun's weed or the leds burning into your retinas; but lets face it, you didnt care.

by this point, the afterparty was just starting to get exciting. you had met a few faces, starting with kim doyoung. you obviously knew who he was, everyone in the underground scene did. what surprised you was that he knew you. "yn, right?" he said as he approached you, giving taeyong a fistbump who was standing next to you. "yeah," you smiled up at him lazily, bowing to him a bit. "its great to meet you. youre, like, seriously talented."

he seemed to blush a bit as he began to speak,

"ah, well tha-" before being cut off by two more boys barrelling towards them.

"taeyong! introduce us to your friends," one of them said. you knew him to be lee donghyuck, or hyuck for short. he was feisty and snappy, but there was something cute about it. not to mention, the way the guitar chords he played and the notes he sang came together to form a perfect melody was, well, truly impressive.

"hyuck, yuta. this is jungwoo," taeyong began, poking the taller boy in the cheek,

"and this is yn."

he slung an arm around you and you smiled at the two, wondering where doyoung went and how he slipped away so slyly.

hyuck gave you a confident nod and grin while yuta gave you a peace sign and a cute smile.

cute was not a word you wouldve thought described nakamoto yuta before, until this moment. he was basically a god to drummers all across the scene, and his powerful, sexy energy was one that never went unnoticed. however, you could tell it was somewhat of a front just by this small interaction. his duality was intimidating, but also endearing.

you began talking as a whole, bonding over various things, but mainly your love for music. if you were being honest, though, you were so far gone you didnt really know, or remember, what you were saying anymore.

you realized the 4 boys were caught up in a side conversation, deciding to find jaehyun so he could smoke you up some more.

you whispered to taeyong, "im going to find jae, have fun," with a squeeze on his arm.

"please stay safe," he pouted, and you wanted to hug him right there. taeyong was intimidating and fierce when he rapped and danced on stage, but his heart was big, pure, and soft. you loved him for that.

on your way to find jaehyun, you accidentally bumped into a slim figure who immediately turned around, seemingly defensive. the other let out a relieved sigh when they saw you, and you realized it was doyoung.

"hi, sorry, im looking for jae, jung jaehyun," you told him with a slight pout. he chuckled before turning his head to someone next to him.

"shes looking for you," you heard doyoung say. you peeked your head around him to see jaehyun standing there, blunt in hand, accompanied by another man.

johnny seo.

you had seen him when you walked in, but were too scared to say hi.

his presence was intimidating as all hell. the way he towered over most of the partygoers was impressive, and he even made jaehyun seem average height. it was no secret you had a thing for bassists, however, you have had your eye on this particular one for a while. nobody knew that, though. hes one of taeyongs best friends; you knew he would never let you hear the end of it.

his stage presence was killer. the sexy slouch, the way his big hands slapped at the strings, the way he smirked cockily at every riff; it was intoxicating. you were sort of starstruck.

"ynah," jaehyun smiled, walking over to you and pulling you into a side hug. "whats up? did you really miss me or did you just need more bud," he flicked the side of your temple before holding the blunt between your lips, letting you take a hit before passing it to doyoung.

"both. i guess," you rolled your eyes. fuck, you were seriously faded. "im really high. too much was happening back there."

"i'm johnny."

the three of you looked over at the man, doyoung and jaehyun chuckling before starting a side conversation.

"i know who you are," you said plainly, coolly. "im yn."

"taeyongs friend, right? its cool to meet you."

he ran a hand through his hair and smiled down at you hazily. something about it was so damn cute, you couldnt help but smile back coyly.

"pleasures mine. see you around," you raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down quickly before waving bye to jaehyun and doyoung.

you'd be lying if you said you werent thinking about him for the whole train ride home.

and little did you know, he couldnt stop thinking about you: taeyongs mysterious, enigmatic, cute friend from the afterparty.

prev. / m.list / next

mark never cared much for love. he just wanted to make music and play it loud. but how could he still not care after johnny started bringing around that cute new groupie?

[ a/n: sorry for not updating in a few days! ill be including written parts with most likely a lot more chapters. also sorry for the lack of mark but dont worry.. he will be here soon! :) ]

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[the--blackdahlia]

The Hunters Chapter 10

Title: The Hunters Chapter 10

Summary: What happens when four idiots get together? Nikki’s looking for his dad. Tommy’s trying to get out of his mom’s shadow. Vince is along for the ride. And Mick is just trying to keep them alive. Which is harder than it sounds when then Winchesters join the fray.

Warnings: Language, violence, m/m smut, canon divergence, character deaths (temporarily), wincest if you squint (may add more tags as I go)

AN: I have a bunch done, but I’m lazy so I’m sorry.

A Few Months Later

Motley Crue was the name the four settled on. They had to be the first hunting band, and damn, they were good at it. Voula, Bobby, and Rufus were all just glad that they now had permanent hunting partners. They played some gigs for money, but when they were out on the road and couldn’t book anything at a bar or club, they all had talents that they could use. Tommy was pretty good at distracting people while Nikki hustled pool. Nikki had learned that the night he watched Tommy kill the vampire in the alley of the Roxy.

They met up with the Winchester’s a handful of times, swapping stories and such. But Tommy could tell that there was something off, something they were keeping from them. He didn’t want to push though. He had heard of the Winchester temper that came along with the hunting skills.

“I found us a hunt,” Mick told them. “Poltergeist out in Nevada. I thought it would be worth our time.”

“I’ve actually never done a poltergeist before,” Tommy admitted.

“Dude, they’re a blast,” Vince rolled his eyes. “I’m surprised that Winchester hasn’t told you all about them. The two of you talk a lot.”

“Winchester?” Nikki asked, his head popping up from where he was writing. “Which one?”

“Sam and Tommy are buddies, thanks to me,” Vince laughed. Tommy rolled his eyes and glanced over at Nikki, who was gripping the pen he was writing with tightly. “So, you two going to go out on a date soon or what?”

“Vince!” Tommy shook his head. “We’re just friends. We tell each other about research and such. He complains about Dean, and I tell him things we’ve done. That’s it.”

“Uh, huh. Sure,” Vince winked and nudged Tommy, who pushed him away.

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Mick sighed. “Let’s get out there and get this done so Tommy can cross poltergeist off his list of hunts.” Vince and Mick headed off to get ready for the hunt. Tommy walked over to Nikki, who was still staring at his notebook.

“Nik?” Tommy asked. “You okay?”

“Just fine,” He grumbled. “Come on. Let’s get a move on.”

****

They found a motel in Ely, Nevada. Tommy had ridden with Vince in the Challenger, since Nikki didn’t seem to want to talk to him. It was going to be an eight-hour drive, and Tommy would rather listen to Vince’s bad singing than a cold shoulder from Nikki. Two rooms paid for and the boys headed in. Normally Tommy shared a room with Nikki, but this time, he headed into Vince’s, causing Mick and Vince to share a look.

“What did you do?” Vince growled at Nikki. Nikki held his hands up.

“Nothing, promise,” He told him. “I don’t know what his deal is.”

“Yeah right,” Vince rolled his eyes. “Ruining my plans.” He mumbled as he headed into the room.

“What plans do you have? You and Mick…” Nikki trailed off and his eyes widened as Vince closed the door and looked over at Tommy who was on the bed farthest from the door.

“So, we’re roomies again?” Vince asked with a laugh. “Why aren’t you with Nikki?”

“He was really short with me after a certain someone,” He looked up at Vince. “Basically told him that I’m seeing Sam Winchester when you know damn well who I like. So now, you’re stuck with me for the night.”

“Well, that’s cool and all, but I kinda had plans and…” Vince rubbed the back of his neck at the room door opened and Mick headed in with all their bags.

“Hey babe, I thought that since we were…” Mick started.

“Shhh!” Vince hissed. Mick looked up to see Tommy sitting on the bed, his eyes wide as he looked between Vince and Mick.

“I...are you two…” He chuckled a bit. “I never would’ve seen the two of you together.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Vince asked.

“Well, I mean…” Mick cleared his throat, cutting Tommy off.

“Okay, we need to get some interviews done with the family before we start digging at bones,” Mick explained. He unzipped a bag and threw Vince his suit. “Get dressed babe. I wanna head out soon.”

“Wait, you two are going?” Tommy asked. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Take a nap, because you’re sleeping in the car when we get done with this hunt,” Vince winked. Tommy glared at him before storming out of the room. He took a deep breath and leaned against Nikki’s car. A bit later, Mick and Vince came out, dressed in suits with their badges ready to go.

“See you later T-Bone,” Vince winked as him and got into the car with Mick, driving off with a wave. Tommy sighed, trying to figure out what to do next, when he heard a door open and looked up to see Nikki standing there.

“Sorry,” Tommy pushed himself away from the car and headed towards the vending machine. He put in a dollar to get himself a Dr. Pepper and noticed Nikki loitering nearby. “Did I scratch the car?”

“What? No,” Nikki shook his head. Silence fell between them again.

“Do you want a drink?” Tommy asked a second later, opening his can and taking a sip. He handed Nikki some coins so he could pick something out before heading back towards the rooms. Nikki looked at the coins and sighed before he got himself a drink and he followed Tommy.

“So, you’re staying here?” Nikki asked when he walked up to Tommy hanging out outside of Vince’s room.

“Tonight I’m sleeping in the car,” Tommy told him. “Did you know Vince and Mick are…”

“I just found out,” Nikki told him. There was some more awkward silence, but soon Tommy and Nikki were trying to speak at the same time. “Oh, you first.” Nikki smiled at him.

“Uh, why did you get so mad when Vince told you I was talking with Sam?” Tommy asked, looking down. Nikki sighed and grabbed his arm, pulling him into his room. Tommy yelped a little, but followed him. “Nikki?”

“I’m not mad you’re talking to Sam,” Nikki ran his fingers through his now dyed hair. “I mean, I am, but not for the reason you think I am…”

“Then what is it?” Tommy asked. Nikki sighed.

“I like you Tommy,” Nikki explained. “And it just hurts that you’re with someone you see less than once a month, someone who can’t appreciate you and…” Tommy laughed then. “Is my pain funny or something?”

“I’m not dating Sam,” Tommy told him. “We’re friends. I’m crushing on someone else.”

“Dean?” Nikki asked, completely oblivious.

“And people say I’m clueless,” Tommy laughed. “I like you Nikki. But I didn’t think you’d feel the same way about me so I just never said anything.”

“Wait...what?” Nikki asked, staring at Tommy like he couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. “You like me? You’re not dating Sam?”

“Oh my god,” Tommy smiled at him. “You’re so clueless it’s cute. I’ve been crushing on you since we met after I killed that vampire dumbass.” He sat down on the edge of one of the beds. Nikki smiled and was about to speak when Mick threw the door open.

“That was the quickest interview I’ve ever done,” He laughed. “Didn’t even have to talk to the family. The caretaker of the estate told us all about it and we got what we needed.” Vince followed behind him with a big grin on his face.

“We’re going to get the speed record for fastest turn around on a hunt.” He laughed. He looked from Nikki to Tommy. “Did we miss something?”

“Nope,” Tommy shook his head. “So what are we looking for?”

“The spirit is William Goss. He was a disgruntled former employee of the estate, back when the current owners great, great grandfather owned it,” Mick explained. “According to the caretaker, he’s buried off of Pole Line Road.”

“So, we’ll wait until nightfall and go knock out some ghosts,” Vince laughed. “But first, let’s get some lunch. Place in town claims to have the best pie around. I want to be the judge of that.”

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[nadiineross]

chlodine band au

abandoned concept 

Already, Nadine feels as if she has retired. Though she has always enjoyed routine, this is something else entirely—monotony.

Every morning she wakes up at the exact same time, drinks the same coffee, rides the same bus to work. Lunch breaks, she takes alone. The street on which she works is designed to appeal to as many people as possible, so everything is generic as it is flashy. When she had first gotten here, she had devised a list of restaurants within a five minute walk which she would try, and she still uses it as a rotation. On Mondays she eats at the American-style diner, Tuesdays are for Indian food, Wednesdays, Mexican, and so on and so forth.

Work is uninspiring and unfulfilling. Head of security in the city’s biggest music hall. The paperwork is dull and the patrols even more so. The only time she feels remotely close to who she was before Shoreline collapsed is when she’s working out at the gym. Even then, it is a poor substitute.

Routine. Simple, straightforward.

Eventually, she might let go of her resentment and learn to be grateful for the fifteen years she had with Shoreline. Now, however, she can’t help but still be bitter, even two years after it had slipped from her fingers. Her father’s doing; he had grown weak and sentimental, and dissolved the company before she could even think to step in for him. He had gone as far as to forbid her from that career and she was nothing if not dutiful as a soldier and as a daughter, even if it angered her to be so.

She hasn’t spoken to him since. She had moved away so she wouldn’t be tempted to continue their never-ending argument, and found her mind-numbing, soul-sucking job working as a cockblock to crowds of groupies when the next big thing deigned to tour in her coastal city.

She had become robotic. She felt as if she were wasting her life away, doing nothing. Though she was not retired according to the official definition of the word, she had been retired from her career as a soldier and, as someone who had cobbled their entire identity around being one, it was as good as true. Retired at 36.

These are the thoughts that plague her every waking moment. It’s not like the job requires of her more than 4 braincells. She has never been good with idle time.

On top of all that, there is a big concert tonight and will be followed by one more the following night. This, she has been dreading in the months that preceded it. The band is native to the city and, no matter what Nadine thinks of them, they are successful enough for the city to treat them as if they were its crown jewels. They aren’t even a real band—there are only two of them. How they coerced anyone to like them with a name like “Drake’s Fortune,” she will never know.

Still, she doesn’t work at The Rolling Stones, isn’t paid to opine, so she keeps it all to herself and does her job: a circuit of the building, double and triple-checking the locks on all the doors, and checking in on all the guards on duty tonight via radio.

As head of security, she doesn’t have a concrete post for the night. It’s more of a rotation, ensuring the gears are in place and well-oiled, at that. Generally, with big concerts like this, she tries to linger near the backstage to stop any zealous fans her subordinates can’t handle on their own. It hasn’t been that bad tonight and even she will admit the music isn’t terrible. But, of course, the band members themselves sound smarmy and obnoxious. From the hall, she hears the lead, Nathan, try to woo the crowd with his boyish charm and she scoffs at it. Sam the drummer and backup singer tags along and she fears she might roll her eyes so hard they become permanently affixed to the back of her head.

Probably, she has just lost her tolerance for people who are unnecessarily loud about how happy they are with their careers. The irony doesn’t escape her, doing what she does. Every other week, a new band or singer parades through town to laugh and scream and flaunt themselves on a stage in fromt of thousands. And she had been tasked with making sure they make it to the next city intact enough to do it all over again.

She misses the rest of the show, called to the entrance, and she is thankful to leave behind the sounds of the brothers Drake. After that, she has to go help out at the backdoor which takes almost an hour to handle. The thick of the crowd has mostly dissipated by the time the clock hits 12:30am and none of the band members had appeared—thank god for that.

It is another hour before she’s finally finished with all her responsibilities. She immediately takes off her uniform top and ties it around her waist, sweat-stained as it is. She has a second tank top and a spare shirt in her office to change into.

It’s on the way back there that she notices she’s lost the only personal affect she takes to work: a bracelet her mother had gifted her at the airport before she’d left for this city. Immediately, she feels a headache coming on.

If her mother found out, she’d be delivered from an early retirement to an early grave.

Bordering on nauseous, she rushes to retrace her steps: backstage, entrance, backdoor. As she’d expected, she comes up empty. Really, what are the odds?

Sighing, she turns back to the backdoor and begins to unlock it. It’s then when it swings open from the inside; Nadine has to jerk back to avoid getting slammed in the face. A woman comes stumbling out, cursing as she misses the step down into the back alley. She’s in a red shirt, tight and cut just above her bellybutton, and a pair of what looks to Nadine like fashionable, upscale cargo pants. In her hand, she holds a phone which she had obviously been watching instead of her step.

Nadine scowls. “Hey, watch it.”

The woman spins around, a look of surprise flashing across her face. “Sorry.” Then, she squints at Nadine, under the neon lights, and her look of remorse fades into curiosity, and mischief, and an infuriating arrogance. “Hey there.”

Nadine only glares and makes for the door. The woman raises an eyebrow and steps in her way.

“I’m not sure you’re allowed back there, love,” the woman drawls, leaning too close into Nadine’s personal space. Ordinarily, Nadine would’ve put this woman in her place instantly, but the confidence and her apparent access to the backdoor leads her to believe she might be with the Drakes in some capacity. She isn’t interested in losing her job over this. “But I’ll be happy to show you to where you are very much welcome.”

Oh, she thinks Nadine is a groupie. She closes her eyes and tries not to fly off the handle. “Christ, I don’t know who you are but I work here and I’m not in the mood for this.”

To her credit, the woman takes it in stride. She sticks her hand out. “Chloe Frazer, touring member. I play bass.”

Nadine stares at her hand. Stares at the wrist attached to her hand. Stares at the bracelet looped around the wrist.

Slowly, Chloe’s smile fades and she drops her hand. “Look, are you lost?”

“Am I— I’m the head of fucking security,” Nadine barks out, near trembling with rage. “And you’re wearing my fucking bracelet, and you’re in my fucking way, and you’re wearing my fucking bracelet!”

Chloe steps back at the sheer outrage in Nadine’s voice.

“Well?!” Nadine thunders.

Sheepishly, Chloe takes the bracelet off and holds it out to Nadine— she snatches it back and tightens it hard enough to maybe cut off circulation.

Chloe clears her throat. “Hey, uh, I found it. I was going to bring it to lost and found.”

Nadine scowls. “Funny, I’ve worked here for ages and I’ve never heard of the back alley lost and found. Must’ve slipped my notice.”

“Actually, the thing is, I was going to make a call first—”

“Save it.”

And Nadine wrenches the door open and slams it shut behind her, and storms her way through the building with a glower so biting she thinks she spots Nathan Drake ducking behind a crate to get out of her way. As it should be.

note: so basically im incapable of giving either of them occupations that arent treasure hunting so it wouldve turned out chloes an eccentric well off treasure hunter who also plays bass sometimes for her friends cos she’s a hot girl and nadine, unhappy w her career, is offered a job by chloe (see: tll) but this is only after nadine n chloe hv been dating for a while:) i dont like this enough to continue it but here ya go

[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather Chapter 20: London

A little smut

February 7, 1986, London England

We finally arrived in London. It was so cold down here and snowing a little bit. I had forgotten all about winter while living in LA. We headed straight for the hotel, I was glad because I was exhausted and needed some sleep. Rehearsals for the show would start on the 10th and the actual walk would be on February 14.

When we got into the hotel I saw all the girls that would be in the fashion show. Wow there were a lot of us. I spotted Rachel who was talking to two of the girls.

"Hey Jess can I go talk to Rachel and some of the other girls while you check us in?" I asked.

"Yeah sure." She smiled

"Rachel!" I called out to her.

"Iman hey girl!" She waved me over

I ran over to her and she gave me a kiss on both sides of my cheeks.

"I'm so excited that your in the fashion show, I honestly don't know any one here." I giggled.

"Im glad your in it too. I just met some of the girls here." She pointed at the two girls. "This is Melody and Jade there really nice."

"Hey there." Jade kissed both sides of my cheek.

"Hey I'm Melody but you can call me just Mel." She kissed both sides of my cheek as well.

"Hey Iman I got the room keys." Jess yelled. I turned back to see her waving the keys.

"Alright it was nice to meet you girls." I turned back to face them.

"Hey we can meet up again in the hotel restaurant for some drinks and snacks. And all of us can get to know each other better." Mel suggested.

"That's sounds great. Alright see you later." I waved and walked towards Jess.

We got to our hotel room and it was beautiful inside. There was a living room and little kitchen and of course my bedroom. Jess was going to be across the hall from me so she was close.

I settled in and put my stuff away. I phoned my mom to let her know that I was here and then layed down to take a nap. ______

Me and the girls decided to go downstairs for something to eat in the hotel restaurant. The food was actually alright.

"This is exciting this is my first cat walk." Jade spoke up.

"Mine too, I guess Iman is the only pro here. You already did New York fashion show." Mel said.

"Haha well I guess you could say pro, but I'm still scared. This is a whole new experience." I started rubbing jam on my bagel when Rachel grabbed the jam from me.

"Iman you can't eat jam were on a diet!" Rachel snapped.

"Oh yeah right." I mumbled.

I hated being on a diet especially because I liked to eat. We had to work and stay fit for our shows, not to mention eat healthy. And that's also the worst part about living with Tamara she usually had healthy food in her home.

"Ugh those girls are so trashy." Rachel stated looking in the direction of the hotel doors.

There were a bunch of girls wearing ripped Jean's, ripped shirts, and tight clothing exposing there breasts.

"Woah who are they?" Jade whispered.

"Apparently there are these rockers staying at the hotel, and those are groupies." Rachel points out.

"Rock stars are nothing but trouble. Except for Jon Bon Jovi, I'll give him a pass." Mel giggled.

"He's a sweetheart I met him before just once. We danced together." I said sipping my cranberry.

"You did not! Are you serious?" Mel raised her voice with excitment.

"Yes, he's quite the charmer." I raised a brow.

"You'll have to introduce me one day." Mel squealed.

"I don't know but I could try." I shrugged.

We gossiped for a bit more before heading to our room. We all had a big day tomorrow.

Later that night...

I don't know what was going on out in the hall way but I heard a lot of yelling, screaming, things being smashed, and people banging on the doors. Its probably those annoying rockers that are staying at this hotel. I couldn't sleep at all, why must they make noise and disturb other people. This is ridiculous I need to call somone.

Ring Ring

"Hello front desk, how may I help you?"

"Hi hello this is Iman Darlington, can you please call security or something to keep these rockers who are disturbing other people in check? Its noisy!" I snap harshly.

"Im sorry about that Miss Darlington we will do somthing right away."

I hung up the phone hoping that something would be done. People shouldn't have to listen to these guys nonsense.

A couple hours later the noise did stop but then it continued again. The yelling, the banging, the screaming, I heard bottles breaking, and women moaning. I looked up towards the ceiling and realized I would not be getting any sleep this night. ____

February 8, 1986

I woke up the next morning feeling like crap. I got up and went to the washroom and looked at my face. There were bags under my eyes from not being able to sleep last night. I can't beleive who ever these guys were partied last night to the point where they disturbed other people. I heard a knock on my door and walked over to open it.

"Morning Jess." I yawned

"Morning Iman, I guess you didn't get any sleep either." She groaned walking into my room.

"No!" I responded while walking back to the washroom.

"Those guys made so much racket last night." She says as she sat on my bed pulling out her agenda. "I can't beleive they weren't kicked out right on the spot."

"Me either."

"Alright so we have to get down to the studio to take a group photo of all the girls in the cat walk for Vouge magazine. And then when were done we have a couple interviews. You also have to try on some of the clothing."

I poked my head out of the washroom and stared at Jess. "Can we cancel the interviews?" I begged.

"No!" She said with a stern voice. "Now hurry and get dressed." She ordered.

The limo picked us up and we headed down to the studio for the photo shoot for Vouge magazine. When I finished getting my outfit and make up done I saw Rachel finishing up. "Hey did you get any sleep last night?"

"Ugh no those rotten rockers were up all night making noise. I mean it's just absolutely disrespectful for them to think they can make as much noise as they can because there rock stars." She sneered.

"All right ladies I need you in position please!" The photographer yelled.

We were all put in our assigned positions and posed for the shoot. Despite the fact that I was tired I had a great time. After the shoot I had a couple interviews that I had to do and clothing that I had to try on for the cat walk. When I finally finished we came back to the hotel. And the door way was blocked with all these groupies waiting for these rock stars. It made me remember back to when I went to Motleys concert, there were so many groupies back stage waiting for them. I wonder which rock group was here? Who ever they were I think they made Motley Crue look like saints. When I reached up stairs I called Rachel and the girls to ask if they wanted to go site seeing. They agreed and we met up downstairs and went.

"So I was thinking we could use the London bus tour called Megasightseeing. Aparatley it's a bus that takes you all around to the hottest places in London." I said looking at the brochure.

"I'd rather site see in limo, I don't want to be sitting on a bus with a bunch of people I dont know." Rachel replies.

"I don't mind the bus I think it would be better. Because the top is open and you can actually take pictures." Jade spoke up. Rachel rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Alright we can take limo for today and then what ever we don't see today, tomorrow we can go out again and take the tour bus." Mel looked at me then back at Rachel.

"Ok." We all said.

We got into the limo and looked around for a bit, took a couple pictures then headed back to the hotel. When I got up stairs, Jess was coming out of her room.

"Hey Jess were are you going?" I asked.

"To the bar me and the other assistants have to have our fun too." She smiled and patted my cheek.

"Ok, well have your fun." I giggled and took my key out and opened my door.

"Oh by the way." She said turning around and stopping me from entering my room. "Some guy was knocking on your door."

"What guy?" I questioned.

"Dont know! I heard knocking coming from across my room so I knew it was your door. When I looked through the peek hole he already moved. So I opened the door, but before I could get a good look at him he went into his room."

"Oh ok. Well I don't know any guys who are here." I furrowed my brows.

"Maybe you have a secret crush." She shrugged. "Any ways I'm heading bye." She pushed the elevator button and I went into my room.

I wonder who it could have been. ___

Feburary 9, 1986

3:34 am

Tonight was the same as last night but I feel like it was worse. I heard things smashing in the hall way as if someone was using a guitar to smash glass. I also heard laughter and some of the guests yelling for the guys to stop. How long are these rockers going to be staying here for. They should have been kicked out already. Then loud music started playing from one of the rooms and that's when I got fed up. I got up and headed out of my bedroom to the door to go out into the hall way. When I opened my door I poked my head out and saw a big guy who was probably a security guard standing in front of one of the room doors with a bunch of groupies in front of him.

"Oh can we please see him just for one night?" One girl with asked.

"Not tonight!" He said in a stern voice

"What about the others are they in?" The next girl said.

"Nope you girls can come tomorrow night." He crossed his arms.

"Awww Fred please!" Another girl pleaded while using her long red nails to brush over his shoulder. He then looked at his shoulder and back up at the girls and raised his eye brows.

"Your not going to like me if I have to tell you again to leave. The boys aren't coming out tonight now fuck off!" He raised his voice. One by one the girls pouted and walked away.

"Is there a reason your poking your head out the door?" I heard him say and tensed up.

"Uh...um...I was wondering if you could tell who ever is in that room to lower the music please?" I stuttered and scratched my neck.

He then walked closer to my door and stood in front of me. He was a really big guy and I honestly was scared of him. But I was trying not to show any fear. He looked down at me and furrowed his brows then let out a little snicker.

"What's your name sweetheart you look familiar?" He crossed his arms.

"I..Iman Darlington." I mumbled looking up at him.

The guy laughed humorously. "So this is why we had the sudden hotel change. Hmm." He scratched his chin and smirked at me.

"A beg your pardon." I mumbled.

"So you want me to tell who ever is in that room to lower the music down right?"

"Yes that would be great!" I smiled.

"I'd like something in return. Perhaps maybe....a blow?" He shrugged.

My eyes went wide and my lips parted. What a dirty disgusting pig. I slammed my door in his face hoping that it would have hit the tip of his nose. I heard him laughing in the hallway and walk away. I headed back to my room and put the pillow over my head. I can't wait to leave London, I thought me being here would get me away from all the drama in LA. But it just seems to me that where ever I go drama follows. And it some how always involved rockstar's. ____

In the morning I was dressed and ready for my Teen Vouge London February photo shoot. When I stepped out into the hall way to knock on Jess's door I looked down the hall and noticed glass everywhere. The lights for the hall were smashed, the tables were broken, there were penis's drawn on the wall and other symbols like the swastika sign. I have to move floors today! I knocked on Jess's door and she opened it up and came out.

"Oh lord what happened last night?" She looked down the hall.

"Rockstars!" I rolled my eyes. She locked up and we headed to the elevator.

"I need to eat breakfast I'm so hungry." She muttered.

We got breakfast and sat down at a table. Rachel and Jade then came out of the elevator and joined us at the table.

"Hey girls morning." I mumbled.

"I think I want to switch hotels these guys who are here caused so much trouble last night." Rachel said as she rubbed her face.

"Some of the directors are talking to the hotel staff trying to get the guys kicked out." Jade said drinking her orange juice.

"Well they should, did you see our floor? It looked like a tornado hit the hall way. And not to mention last night when I came down one of the guys hit on me. And when I refused him, his friend called a bitch and told me that he has seen a way prettier model than me in the hotel." Jade sneered.

"Well I'm prettier than you so that's true." Rachel joked.

"Your such a bitch." Jade laughed and pushed Rachel. "But honestly the guy was so hot I can't even lie. He had these gorgeous eyes that would make a woman knees buckle. I mean...I would never date a rockstar but if he asked me out I'd probably say yes." She smiled.

Rachel gave her a look of disgust." If you ever date or talk to a rockstar we are not friends. I would never associate my self with a girl who is with a rockstar. I feel like she would be lowering her standards." She points out.

"Well Iman we have to get going, nice chatting with you girls." Jess said as she got up.

"Alright see you girls later." I said getting up.

"Oh tonight since it's our last day of doing what ever before rehearsals tomorrow all the girls are going out to a bar. But it's going to be classy." Rachel stated.

"Sure sounds great." I said kissing rachel and jade on their cheeks and leaving.

We got into the limo and Jess looked at me oddly.

"What?" I asked.

"Well if im being honest I don't like Rachel."

"Why? Shes nice!" I raised my brows.

Jess sighed. "Shes fake and self centered. You could do so much better with your choice of friends. Mel and Jade are fine. But Rachel she's a jealous girl who would do anything to get to the top. Including sabotaging her friends. If she even really has any."

"You don't know her well enough Jess she's not like that." I raised my voice.

We stopped talking for the rest of the car ride. She doesn't even know Rachel so how could she say thing like that about her. Maybe Jess wasn't the person I thought she was. We arrived at the studio, I got into my clothing did my makeup then posed with two other girls for the photo shoot. When I finished we got into the car still not saying anything to each other. When we arrived back at the hotel I saw a bunch of people standing in front of the elevator looking up.

"What's everyone-"

I was cut short when I looked up my self and saw 3 guys with there bare asses out mooning people as the elevators were going up. I don't know why they won't just kick these guys out. ____

Tonight all the models were going out to a little bar/club to celebrate before rehearsals. Because once rehearsals started it meant all the fun was over and it was time to work. I got dressed in a very short yellow dress that showed off all my curves. I wanted all eyes on me, I wanted to be center of attention tonight, and I wanted to take lots of pictures. All the girls met up downstairs and we had a huge limo come and pick us up. We got in and majority of the girls already started to pre drink. We took so much pictures screamed out the window at passengers and were just having a great time. When we got to the bar/club all the girls were enjoying themselves. I ordered only cranberry juice because I wasn't a drinker and everyone else drank. Me, Jade, Mel, and Rachel mostly stuck together we danced alot on the dance floor with guys watching us but paying no mind to their advances. It was definitely a girls night out. Or should I say models night out.

All of a sudden while we were dancing a bunch of random girls went running towards the door as a couple of guys walked in. I couldn't see there faces very well because it was dark.

"Oh wow the boys are here!" The DJ shouted on the mic. "The bad boys are here let's get them drinks!" He shouted again. People were pushing and shoving just to get to the spot were these guys were sitting. They must be big shots cause people looked like they were going crazy over them. I could say that they might even be bigger than Motley Crue.

"I'm going to the washroom ok!" I shouted over the music.

I walked to the washroom and saw all these girls fixing themselves up in the mirror and giggling and laughing. I walked into the stall and listened to them gossip about how hot these guys were and wanted the guys to take them home. How pathetic and disgusting. I came out washed my hands and headed out of the door.

"Mani!" One of the models grabbed my hand. "Some guy is asking all of us girls about you!" She yelled in my ear.

"Who?" I yelled back.

"I don't know!" She shrugged. "But he's sitting over there!" She pointed at a booth.

I looked towards the booth but couldn't see any one. Who is this guy? I wonder if it was the same guy that Jess said was knocking on my door. It could be Derek actually because I did tell him I was coming to London. I decided to walk over to the booth so I could see exactly who this mystery guy was. And maybe take a sneak peek at these rockers who are up staging Motley Crue as well. As I walked towards the booth I noticed big black hair but before I could get to the guy face, another guy popped in front of me stopping me in my tracks.

"Wow hey there pretty lady, can I buy you a drink? Or perhaps have a dance?" He wrapped his arms around me.

"Uuuuh sure a drink would be nice." I raised my brows. We walked over to the bar and I sat down on a stool in front of him. He tapped the table for the bartender to come and assist us.

"I'll get a whiskey and for the lady." He pointed at me.

"Just cranberry juice please?" I asked. He looked at me and furrowed his brows.

"Is that all your drinking? You don't want any alcohol or something mixed with that?" He asked.

"No im good. Plus I have work tomorrow." I stated

"Yeah I noticed all you models here enjoying your night. But my eyes caught you especially because you are wearing yellow." He laughed.

"Well it is my favourite color." I moved towards his face and raised my brows.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked grabbing my chin.

"I thought you would never ask." I cooed. We drank up our drinks and hit the dance floor.

We started dancing with each other. But I started feeling extra flirty so I took it up a notch and decided to have a good time with him. I turned around and started swaying my hips and grinding on his pelvic. I smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his head in the crook of my neck.

"You are so sexy." He whispered in my ear. I turned my face to stare at him and smile, but my smiled dropped when I saw a familiar face staring right back at me.

"No...it can't be." I quietly mumbled.

"Mmmm it can be. Let's go to my place."

"No!" I yelled. "It can't be Nikki!"

Nikki was sitting at the bar drinking his jack and coke staring right at me with his jaw clenched. What the hell is he doing here? Why out of all places is he in London? Why am I always running into him? He then hoped off the bar stool and slowly walked towards me.

"Hey that's...that's Nikki Sixx." The guy said as he pushed me out of the way. "Hey Sixx I'm a big fan of the Crue." He gawked at Nikki. I rolled my eyes as I saw the smirk on Nikkis face as the guy was praising him.

"Thanks dude. Say you mind if I dance with my girl here." Nikki raised a brow and pointed at me.

"Uh...I mean I wanted to get laid by her but sure." He shrugged and walked away.

I cringed when Nikki turned to face me. He bit his lip and wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him.

"So." He smiled. "Did you miss me?"

Did I miss him? Did...I...miss....him? Is this guy brain dead or did he not remember what he last said to me.

"Get your hands off of me." I shoved his arms off me, gave him a dirty look, then shoulder checked him walking passed him. I walked passed people moving them out of my way, when I looked back I saw Nikki pushing and shoving people out of his way trying to get to me. I turned back around and bumped into somone chest.

"Holy shit Iman?" Tommy picked me up. "What the fuck are you doing in London?" He asked.

"Oh God T-bone please put me down!" I yelled.

He put me down but kept his arms around me. "Dude Sixx look its Mani!" Tommy yelled pointing at me.

"I know T-bone I was chasing after her. Thankfully she bumped into your chest and slowed the fuck down." He smirked.

"It was nice seeing you T-bone but I need to go!" I yelled over the music.

"Hey are all these girls here models. Cause fuck their hot!" Tommy yelled.

God these guys are the same he's getting married to Heather and he's picking up girls. I can't even bother. I removed Tommy's hands from my waist, walked passed Tommy and went to coat check to get my jacket. I grabbed my jacket and Nikki followed me from behind.

"Mani...Mani... seriously." He grabbed my arm and spinned me around.

"No you don't get to touch me!" I shouted and turned back around. I pushed the door open to the club and walked out.

"Can you just stop and talk to me please?" Nikki pleaded

"No I dont want to talk to you!" I shouted. "You have done nothing but insult me, bully me, harass me, and hurt my feelings." I started to sniffle. "People are right about you. Your an arrogant mean rocker who cares about nothing or nobody but himself!" I pointed at him. "So fuck off and leave me ALONE!" I screamed and pushed him. I turned on my heel and walked away.

Nikki was shocked and taken back at hearing me swear and scream as loud as I did. Now I didn't swear, but boy I was so mad that I would love to use every curse word out there on him. I walked fast away from him and didn't turn around. I was glad that I didnt hear his footsteps following me from behind. I hailed a taxi and went back to the hotel. I got out and went to my room. There were so many thoughts running through my head and tears running down my cheeks. I didn't feel like being alone tonight. So I left my room and knocked on Jess's door.

"Hey hun." she said with a groan. She was probably sleeping. Her eyes opened up a bit more and she saw my face and the tears running down my cheeks. "Oh sweety what's wrong?" She pulled me into her.

"He ruins everything, just always ruining everything for me." I sobbed into her chest. She pulled me in and shut the door behind us. ______

February 10 1986

Rehearsals started today and I wasn't up for it. I was still upset over yesterday and last night. Motley Crue were the ones causing all the noise in the hall ways. They did the same thing they did every night, make noise and cause trouble. I should have known it was them. We got our schedules for how the show was going to go and the order of each model. We saw the clothing we would be wearing and where we were going to change. We even went a took a look at the venue. After rehearsals all I wanted to do was go straight to my room and sleep. I was exhausted because I haven't been sleeping and also I was avoiding the Motley boys. I layed on bed watching TV and munching on pop corn chips when I heard a knock on the door. I chose to ignore the knocking thinking it could probably be Nikki or one of the guys.

"Iman!" It was a girls voice. I got up and looked though the peek hole to see Jade standing outside the door. I sighed and opened it up.

"Hey girl you ok? You didn't talk to any one at rehearsals today and yesterday you just took off no one knew where you were?" She asked.

"Yeah I'm sorry I just had a rough night." I grumbled.

"Yeah I saw. That rocker guy came at you and you completely shut him down." She laughed. I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Listen I'm just gonna catch a bit of sleep and then I'll be out later ok." I say rubbing my eyes.

"Ok sure." She kissed my cheek and I shut the door. I walked back to room and layed on the bed. I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. I snuggled into my pillow then heard a knock at the door. I sighed annoyingly getting off the bed and walking to the door.

"What!" I growled opening it up and staring into Nikkis green eyes. Nikki looked at me with wide eyes.

"Sorry I just wanted to see how you were doing after last night."

"I'm just great Nikki now goodbye." I scowled trying to shut the door. But Nikki put his hand on the door to stop me from closing it. "What Nikki? I said I didnt want to talk so I don't know why your here!" I raised my voice.

"Well you don't have to talk, but I'd like it if you could just listen please." He spoke softly.

"Go on." I rolled my eyes.

"Well are you gonna invite me in so I can talk?" He smirked

"No!" I responded with attitude. He sighed and stared at me the smirk leaving his face.

"Mani I'm sorry."

I rolled my eyes again. If I got paid for the amount of times that he has said sorry to me I would be a billionaire.

"Iv been a dick to you and I fucked up again and I'm just sorry. I just.. I just don't know how to do this shit." He leaned against the door putting his head down.

"Do what?" I asked frustrated.

"I don't know how to do this. With me and you." He motioned to us. I furrowed my brows wondering what in the world he meant.

"Nikki I don't know what you mean by this with me and you?"

"Mani I'm not good with feelings or relationships. I'm boring and I'm not a good boyfriend. I don't know why girls even like me, especially because I don't really care about what they have to say unless it's about me and my band." He saw the expression on my face and he rubbed his head and sighed. "Mani I am sorry I didn't mean to hurt you." I nodded my head and tried to close my door again and he blocked it again.

"Nikki I listened to what you had to say now please move away from my door." I raised my voice.

"Mani please just let me come in and explain my self properly I don't like standing out here and talking." He pleaded.

"I heard what you had to say. You don't care about girls and you don't care about me or what I have to say. I got it!" I snapped. He pushed my door open and forced himself in slamming the door behind him.

"I never said I didn't care about you!" He said with frustration.

"You just did! You said you don't care about what girls have to say unless it's pertaining to you and your band Nikki!" I said walking to my room and shaking my head he was only fueling my anger more and more.

"Would you just fucking listen like fuck!" He raised his voice following me into my room. I leaned on my drawer and looked down at the ground.

"I said fucked up shit to you ok. And I wish I could take everything that I said and did back then I really do. Cause you don't deserve to be treated that way." He spoke calmly.

"Then why do you do it?" I whispered looking up at him.

He looked at me with hurt eyes. And moved closer to me brushing my cheeks with his thumb. "Because I can't be what you want me to be. What you need me to be. And I get angry and frustrated when I see you because I don't know how to deal with it. So I somtimes get angry and push you away. Princess I care about you so much beleive me when I tell you that. I don't like handling you like I do and you don't deserve to be treated bad. I don't like making you feel like that." He softly spoke.

"And yet you always make me feel like crap!" I say slapping his hand off my face. "You always yell, call me names, hell you even grab my arm and toss me around like a rag doll!" I snapped harshly.

"Doll just calm down." He rolled his eyes.

"No, don't tell me to calm down or roll your eyes at me!" I pointed in his face. "You can get out!" I pointed at the door. "You hurt me and you will always hurt me! Everyone is right about you!"

"I'm not like that Iman!" He yelled and I looked away from him. "I tried calling you to apologize non stop before I left for Germany because I knew I hurt you! And it killed me that I did!" He grabbed my jaw forcing me look at him. "It killed me when I saw you leaving with Tommy crying because I care so fucking much about you and what we have." He calmed his voice down.

"We don't have anything Nikki." I emphasized on the "we" moving his hand from my jaw. He laughed and then cleared his throat.

"We have something between us." He emphasized on the "we". "Why do you think I get mad when I see other guys around you? Or when you flirt or dance with other guys? You think I would ever allow another guy to have what's mine?" He laughed humorously.

"I am not yours Nikki! Your not my boyfriend!" I barked at him.

"I know I'm not your boyfriend!" He snapped. "But you are mine! Why do you think I introduce you as my girl? Why do you think I tell guys to stay away from you? Why do you think I have a tight grip on you when I take you out? Or when I got angry because you danced with Bon fucking Jovi? We have something, that kiss was something. And you made me a promise Mani!" He points out.

I sighed and looked at him."What about Nicole?"

He sighed and closed his eyes and turned away from me and walked towards my bed and sat down on the edge of it. He looked up at me and we locked eyes. "Shes not my girlfriend Iman beleive me. I know that's what it looks like but she's not. I don't want a girlfriend because I don't know how to be a good boyfriend. I won't be a good boyfriend. "

It went quiet for a couple of minutes. Nikki was a interesting person. I have never met a guy like him who was openly honest about what he wanted and didnt want. Most guys would tell girls what they wanted to hear, be there boyfriend, but have a girl on the side that they were sleeping with. Nikki on the other was honest in saying he was a cheater without actually saying he was a cheater.

"So what do you want?" I crossed my arms over my chest. He sighed and stood up and walked towards me. He placed his hand on my cheek and leaned closer to my lips making my breathing start to change.

"I want you, but I can't be your boyfriend I'm not in a good place right now." He caressed my cheek. Was this something I even wanted to get into with Nikki. I mean us being together but not together.

I looked down and he lifted my chin to make me look up at him. He moved in and kissed my lips. I pulled away and looked away from him. He then forcefully grabbed my jaw making me look at him and moved in and kissed my lips again depending it. He picked me up and held me close to him, I wrapped my legs and arms around him. He turned me around and layed me gently on the bed crawling on top of me.

His hands roamed all over my body sending shivers up my spine. His hands then moved up my tank top to my breasts and he rubbed my nipples gently making me moan into his lips. He broke the kiss and whispered softly in my ear. "Your so fucking beautiful doll."

He slowly kissed down my neck making me a moaning mess. He pulled away again and reached down and started undoing his pants. I started raking my fingernails up and down his back making him tense up. He lifted himself off of me and pulled his shirt off throwing it to the ground. He then pulled my tank top off throwing it to the ground as well.

He moved his mouth down to my breast nipping and sucking on my nipple. My breathing became heavy and I started moaning louder. "Uh Nikki.." I breathed out. He looks up at me and kisses me deeply again. I can feel his growing erection against me as he rubs his groin up and down on me.

He starts kissing me down my neck past my breasts to my stomatch all the way to my belly button. He tugs at the waist band of my shorts and then pulls my shorts and thong down at the same time leaving me naked, he throws them to the ground. He spreads my legs open and leans in and starts kissing the inside of my thigh moving towards my pussy.

"Nikki.." I moan breathlessly as I put my hands in his raven black hair, he continues kissing me and gets closer and closer. "Nikki I'm a vir-" I get cut off with a knock and someone opening my door.

"Iman!" It was Jess. I kicked Nikki from between my legs and he fell on the ground.

"Ow fuck!" He groaned.

"What was that? Did you fall, are you alright?" Her footsteps came closer to my room.

"Jess I'm naked I just came out of the shower don't come in here!" I yelled as I quickly picked him up and threw him into my washroom shutting the door behind me.

"Alright I just wanted to check up on you."

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. I came out to the living room part of my hotel room and saw Jess sitting on the couch. "Hey yeah I'm alright." I said out of breath.

"You sure? Cause last night and this morning you were in a bad mood. And I sent Jade to check up on you to make sure you were alright?" She said standing up.

"I'm ok Jess I guess I was just having a bad night." I laughed nervously.

"Oh ok, well you said he ruins everything. So I was just wondering who he was?"

I remembered saying that last night crap! I have to come up with something.

"Oh did I! I meant to say she, she ruins everything." I laugh scratching the back of my head.

"Who ruins everything?" Jess asked.

"Miranda I was talking to a guy and she butted in on the guy I was talking to and I got really mad about it." I muttered.

"Oh sweety come here." She pulled me in for a hug and I hugged her back. "Ok I'll leave you to get dressed. When your done come over to my room we have to call Tamara. She has some more bookings for you ok." Jess said as she walked towards my door.

"Ok no problem."

I sighed as she left the room and locked my door this time. That was a close call. I turned my attention to Nikki who walked out of my room towards me.

"Who was that your second manager?" He asked wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me into him.

"No she's my managers assistant." I say looking up at him. He leans down and hovers over me giving me little pecks all over my face. His hands start to move up the towel caressing my thighs.

"Nikki you have to go." He groaned and rested his head in the crook of my neck. I moved away and walked back into my room.

"Why can't I just stay here until you come back from her room. Then we can finish our buissness." He grumbled following me back into the room.

"Because I don't want too." I say picking up his shirt and handing it to him.

"You still mad at me?" He takes his shirt and puts it on.

"Yes I am." I give him a stern look.

He sighs and looks at me. "What are you doing tomorrow?" He asks fixing his pants.

"I have rehearsals for the fashion week show." I walked out of my room towards the hall door and unlocked it opening it slightly so he can slip out.

He wrapped his arms around me again and breathed close to my face."What time do you start and finish it?" He hums.

"9 am to 6 pm." He thought to himself for a couple of seconds.

"Have you gone sight seeing yet?" He asked.

"I saw some things but not everything. I was going to go probably tomorrow or the day after. But definitely before the show starts."

"After your done rehearsals get some rest because I'll come get you for 11:00 pm." He smirked and let me go.

"Uh no that's too late for me." I laugh humorously.

He leans in and steals a kiss. "Mmm I'm not asking." He locked eyes with me and stole another kiss making me moan on his lips. He pulls away and smiles and walks out the door. "By the way." He turns around before I shut the door. "You have sexy body and I am going to have you one way or another." He bites his lips and looks me up and down.

"None of me." I smile deviously and shut the door in his face locking it right after.

That man really drives me insane.

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groupie love | jhs

⤑  series: groupie love

⤑ genre: angst, rapper!hoseok x youtuber!reader, idol au.

⤑ rating: pg13.

⤑ word count: 3.1K

⤑ warnings: unresolved problems with a very simple solution.

⤑ A/N: first, hi :( you guuys, there’s only one more update left until the end of this! (this was a mini series, idk if i said that) but oomg, i can’t believe it! im also a tad bit female sick (monthly) so my brain has been all over the place, so real sorry if this chapter follows that example :/ - either way, let me know what you think!! x

A full week had passed since you last spoke to Hoseok. To be completely honest, you had stopped being upset with him... all it really took was for Jimin to make you realize that you were being a tad bit irrational and should've given him a chance to speak. You couldn't see that at the moment, too wrapped in the thought of him leaving for six months right when things were starting to get good between the two of you.

 A relationship barely started and now you were going to put it to the long-distance test? A test that many couples... who have been together longer than the two of you have, did not survive. No matter how much fun he thought it would be, going along with him wasn't an option either.

 Joining him on tour meant abandoning your responsibilities here to trail behind some guy so he could achieve his dream. The fact that he even asked you to do something like that put a sour taste in your mouth... until you were quickly realizing that wasn't his intention at all.

 In realizing that you were quickly seeing that you didn't know him as much as you thought you did. Relationship still so new, there were many things that were left in the dark when it came to each other's personalities and thought processes. So whisking off behind him on a tour... for six months... when you barely knew him?? definitely off the table.

 Long-distance would have been your best bet because there was no way you were going to throw away the whole relationship. Hoseok was different from the other guys that approached you. He saw you in ways you had never imagined and made you feel comfortable being yourself... no way were you going to just give that up. You two haven't even got to the good part yet.

 So, yeah you weren't mad at him anymore... stopped being mad at him literally a few hours after hanging up the call. Why then did a whole week pass since the two of you had last spoken? You had expected him to call you back after you cut the call short, he didn't. And at the moment you didn't want him to.

 But when the anger was disappearing, you were kinda hoping he'd fall into the chase. Give you a call and try to calm you – not as you needed it. Good thing too, because it never came. Chopping it up to him being busy, you went to bed... hoping to wake up to a missed something from him. And when morning came, the only thing lighting up your screen were emails from past subscriptions you always ignored.

 The entire day passed without contact and you hoped that maybe in this hour he would message you, call you... check-in to see if you were alright!? Nothing, absolutely nothing and you felt like you were going insane checking your phone every fifteen minutes.

 Why not just contact him, right? That would be so much easier and save a bit of your sanity, but that's not how it was supposed to work. You were the one that was upset, therefore, he had to contact you and apologize that way you could tell him that it was okay and everything could go back to normal. That was how it should work, right? Right!?

 Wrong.

 To pile on to your many mistakes in the past seven days, you kept your dry phone stress from Jimin. Not intentionally, entirely... he was busy too (mostly with Yoongi) and it didn't really slide into conversation well. If you had told him sooner, he would've been able to explain to you why your theory was crazy and you should probably just call the man instead of waiting around for him to make the first move.

 It wasn't until you two were hanging out and he was able to notice your frantic glance each time your phone lit up. “He probably thinks you need space,” Jimin told you, the idea never dawning on you... was Hoseok waiting for you to call him? Checking his phone every fifteen minutes as you had been? Because he thought it was you that was supposed to make the call?

 So you called him, that night after Jimin was leaving. Hummed along to the dial tone as you waited to hear his soft voice on the other line. “Why are you calling?” It wasn't him, your heart sinking into the pits of your stomach at the sound of the woman's voice on the other line.

 Maybe, he wasn't waiting for your call... maybe he had followed your anger charged advice to find a different groupie to take on tour with him. Maybe you didn't mean anything to him at all.

 “Hello?” The woman repeated, growing impatient with your silence. Half a mind to hang up the phone and never talk to him again, but you needed answers. Needed to know who this lady was but refused to hear it from anyone but him.

 “I need to talk to Hoseok,” You replied plainly.

 “Obviously, this is his phone. What do you need?” Wow, this woman was rude. Did Hobi know that she was so sour? Surely, he couldn't be interested in someone with such a d-list personality, it didn't match his happy.

 “Excuse me, but I-,” Your words were being cut off by the words overlapping yours, a breathless Joon speaking into the phone. “Yn!?” Namjoon was there too!? What? And breathless? Were they... all three of them!? “Where's Hoseok?” Ignoring the surprise in his tone when he first answered the tone. Your patience was wearing thin.

 “Studio, he left his phone in the practice room. I'm walking there right now.” He let out a huff of breath and you heard some shuffling on the other end. “So... where you been? Haven't heard from you for a while,”

 Maybe he was waiting for you to contact him first. If he hadn't been, surely his best friend wouldn't be asking you where you've been... right? “Yeah...” You reply lamely not knowing what else to say. Not really feeling like you owe Joon much of an explanation, especially if your boyfriend hadn't even received on yet.

 There's more shuffling, a murmured conversation being had away from the phone so you can barely make out what they're saying – but you don't doubt that they're talking about you. A minute passes before the phone is being handed off and you're finally hearing Hoseok's voice.

 “Hey,” He did not sound happy to hear from you. “You good?”

 A little caught off guard you spare a moment to think over what he's asking you. Were you good? Had you been 'good' at all this week? Was it possible that you were so not good without hearing from him that just the sound of his voice instantly had-

 “If you're good then...” He's trailing off, obviously impatient with your silence. Wouldn't be the first one today. It was like you couldn't find the right words, only now realizing that this was all your fault and you had no idea how to fix it.

 “No, wait,” Your words are rushed with the fear that he's going to hang up the phone any second. “I...I should've called you. Like before now. But, I want to talk? Is it alright if we meet up to talk?” Maybe if you were able to see him in person, it would be easier to explain yourself... you always felt at ease when you were with him.

 “I'm a bit busy right now but-,”

 “Oh, right! Yeah, you probably have a whole bunch of things to do... I guess, then-” A laugh was slipping through his lips, a sound you had no idea you missed so much until this moment.

 “-But, we can meet up tonight. I'll be done around here at like nine.” So sure he had decided that he didn't want to talk and was using being busy as an excuse... you really had to stop interrupting people. Something to work on. Your heart was fluttering though, at the thought of seeing him again. Being able to touch him, kiss him, talk to him, and see that bright smile on his face.

 If you were able to make him smile... you had a lot of things to work through, but you were hopeful. “Okay, yeah. Tonight works, that's good.”

 “Great, I gotta go... working, you know? But I'll stop by tonight.” You're agreeing, saying goodbye quickly before ending the call.

 Not as horrible as you thought, you were going to get to see him and everything was going to work out. With a quick glance at the time, you were just now realizing that nine was only a few hours away. The need to speed clean your house, getting rid of the evidence of a week worth of moping as quickly as you can.

 You tried to think of all you wanted to say as you cleaned, no idea where to even start... all you knew was you missed him and couldn't wait to see him again.

 You tried to act natural, not put as much weight on seeing Hoseok again as you normally would. Wanted to act like you weren't nervous for his reaction, scared to tell him that you were sorry and the reason why... how childish he might think you after explaining you had ghosted him because you had been waiting for him to contact you first.

 Even despite you wanting to keep your cool, that didn't stop you for getting ready for his arrival as if you were about to be whisked away on some magic date night. After a quick cleaning of your house, you spent the rest of the time waiting for him making sure that you looked good for him.

 You had done your makeup the way you knew he liked, wore something that you were positive would grasp his attention. Your hair was even done to his liking, noting how he preferred when you wore it down more than anything. All of this, done in hopes that he'd be so mesmerized by you that he'd forget how stupid you've been acting for the past seven days. One could only hope.

 It wasn't until there was a sharp knock at your front door that you were putting the finishing touches on your look. Might've even stayed in the mirror longer if it wasn't for him showing up at exactly 9:18.

 With a deep breath, you're making your way to the front door. Hoseok stands on the other side, hands shoved in his pockets and teeth nibbling at his lower lip. Just seeing him and all you want to do is wrap your arms around him and pull him close, not realizing how much you had missed him until this moment.

 His eyes are on you the moment you're pulling the door open, a small smile spreading on his lips. “Hi,” His voice is soft and you return his greeting before moving to let him in. He turns to watch you push the door closed and you feel the awkwardness begins to settle in your chest.

 Were you supposed to talk first? Get out an apology before the time rattled on. How were you even supposed to start this? You knew exactly what you wanted to apologize for, wasting the little time the two of you had left with your petty thoughts. How were you to come out and say it, though? It was like the words were stuck in your throat.

 “Look, so... before you say anything,” His voice was breaking you from your thoughts, eyes lifting to look in his direction. He looked nervous like the roles had been reversed. “I wanted to apologize to you... I wasn't thinking when I asked you to come along with me, you know? I just thought it would be fun, but obviously, I offended you with the offer... so I'm sorry,”

 He was apologizing? He felt bad? There was nothing that he needed to apologize for and there he was because you had been too busy with your inner monologue to get on with your apology. Now you had this boy standing in front of you looking sheepish for no reason at all.

 You had to fix this.

 “No, you don't have to apologize, honestly. It bugged me at the moment, but only because I didn't properly think it over. I know why you asked... and I should've thought more about it instead of blowing up on you like that,” You took careful steps in his direction, taking your time with closing the space between the two of you.

 There was confusion riddled in his features as if he couldn't understand why you were the one that needed to say sorry. He had been so focused on how he had made you felt, he didn't even take the time to think that you might've been in the wrong. The blame game wasn't something he liked to play.

 “I'm also sorry for the way I ghosted you... I was ready to talk to you the day we got off of the phone but I had been waiting for you to contact me first... I know it's stupid, but I just felt like you should've? Since I was the one mad at you... I wanted you to check,” It sounded even more stupid when you were saying it out loud.

 Embarrassed tinted your cheeks pink, but Hoseok didn't seem to notice. Even if he had, he was ignoring it. “You wanted me to call you?” You nodded, avoiding his gaze. No doubt he was pinning you with the same furrowed brow look Jimin had given you when you first told him.

 You're caught off by the laugh that leaves his lips. Gaze lifting to find him shaking his head, shoulders shaking as he lets out laughs. Now it's your turn to look confused, face contorted as you stare at him. “What's funny?” You're asking as he takes deep breaths to calm his laughter.

 “I just... I had been waiting for you to call me. Wanted to give you space or whatever and figured you'd call when you weren't mad anymore... you weren't even mad to begin with, though? That's hilarious to me.” You didn't get it, but he was smiling that pretty smile of his so you had no choice but to agree. His laughter is slowly dying down and he's looking at you, reaching out to grasp your hand. “Come here,”

 Hoseok easily pulls you into his chest, arms wrapping around you in a warm hug. He tried to ignore it, but in the week that he couldn't see you – he had realized how much you started to mean to him. Simple things like holding you close, he was yearning for and not much could make up for it.

 “This fight was stupid,” He's declaring, leaning back so he could get a good look at your face. His hand lifts to push the hair from your forehead, pressing his lips against it afterward. “I'm leaving soon... we shouldn't waste time like this,”

 Arms lifting to wrap around his waist, you're nodding your head, cheek resting against his chest. “God, I missed you so much...” He's trailing off, fingers toying with the ends of your hair.

 You had missed him too, and you tell him. Not being able to mask the sadness in your voice. A whole week passed without seeing each other and you were like this. Would you be able to survive six whole months without him? It hadn't even been long, but he had become such a big part of your life.

 “I think I'm gonna miss you too much when you leave...” He's pulling back at the sound of your words, nodding his head as his hand cradle your face. Hoseok stands there looking at you for a while, taking in your sad eyes and tiny pout. The look squeezing his heart but only making him that much more determined to make things work for you.

 “Be my girlfriend,” The words tumble from his lips so smoothly, you're not even sure you hear him right. He's continuing before you have a chance to answer. “I like you a lot, Yn. And I know the next six months are going to be hard... but I think they might be a little easier if I know I have my girlfriend waiting up for me, don't you think?” He's smiling big and you're sure yours matches his.

 Girlfriend. Not fuck buddy. Sidepiece. Groupie. Hoseok's girlfriend. Which came with so much more. Pushed all your insecurities away, solidified things. Just a label, but it came with such security, something that you had no idea you needed so much until you were entering this situation-ship with this man.

 “I'd love to be your girlfriend,” You were grinning hard now, it is covered by his soft lips. His large hands slipping into your hand, tangling in the loose strands as he held your lips to his. Kissing you softly and slowly, as if you two had all the time in the world to enjoy each other.

 You really wished you did.

 He's pulling away all too quickly, but not before leaning down once more to press a gentle peck to your lips. “Things are going to be really hectic these past few days... but we'll make it work.” He sounded hopeful, you were too. “And I cleared my schedule for tomorrow... might set us back, but I wanted to spend the night with you.”

 Despite having zero knowledge of how this conversation would go, Hoseok held a lot of faith in you... in your blossoming relationship. Felt like things would work out for you if the two of you made sure to work together on things. It would be a bit of a learning process for you, he could tell but he was willing to work at it with you.

 “I'd really like that,” You say, leaning up on your toes to press your lips back onto his. Ready to make the most of tonight, no matter what you did. Just wanted to be with him and make up for lost time.

 Stock up on all the smiles, the hugs, the kisses that you could because in a few weeks. Your six-month challenge would be starting, you needed to memorize what his lips felt like while you still could. Ready to cherish every moment until he was getting on that plane.

– he’s ½ of the famous rap duo, the 94′s. when stumbling upon a pretty youtuber, he’s quick to decide he wants to have her. but one night with her just doesn’t seem like enough.

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[illfoandillfie]

Congrats on 1k!!Can you do a sequel to Code Red where Roger asks the reader if he can hookup with another girl (a groupie) and maybe she’s not comfortable with it but she says yes anyway because she thinks if she doesn’t he’ll cheat when she’s not there, end it however you want ❤️❤️❤️

thank you lovely! ngl this was the last fic i expected to get a request about lmao but today wasnt great so writing a bit of angst stuff was good.

Code Red

1000 Follower Celebration

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In the weeks since the incident you and Roger had made more of an effort to be as honest as possible. You were wracked with guilt about what had happened, and based on how careful Roger was being around you, he was the same. It manifested in overly polite inquiries about how each other felt, about everything from what happened in the bedroom to what you had for dinner. He’d taken to triple checking you were okay with every small decision, and you’d followed his example until all you seemed to ask each other was are you sure? and do you mean it? It wasn’t bad exactly; it was well intended and obviously meant he cared about you and was worried about hurting you, but there was no denying how exhausting it was. You were sure Roger was just as fed up with the whole thing as you were, quicker to get short with you, more likely to come to bed after you were asleep or stay out of the house for as long as possible when you were home. He maintained it was just that he was exhausted from prepping for the new tour – meetings with the others to discuss set lists and which theatrics would be brought out – but you were sure that couldn’t be the only reason. So you were more than a little surprised when he came home early one Saturday, dropping onto the couch beside you and patting his lap like he used to when he wanted you to snuggle up with him. 

“Really?” 

“Only if you want to,” there was that tone again, like he was trying to keep himself from saying more. 

“Of course I want to Rog, been so long since I saw you properly or for long enough to cuddle.” You quickly shuffled closer, leaning your head against his chest as he dropped a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know love, I’m sorry. Things have just been so crazy with he tour and stuff, but I’m here now. Tell me what’s been going on lately, how was work?”

Your innocent conversation soon turned a little more risqué. Between the days of barely seeing each other and the forced politeness of your interactions when you were actually able to be together, both of you were left feeling playful and more than a little flirty. Before you knew it you were sitting across Roger’s lap, his fingers dancing over your leg as he told you about a wet dream he’d had a few nights previous. “So there I was, a hand in your hair and a hand in hers while both of you slobbered over my cock,”

You gave him a light slap on the arm at his word choice.

“Anyway, thats when I woke up.” 

“God,” you laughed, “I swear I’ve never had a dream like that, although I’ve never actually remembered a dream. How the fuck did you manage it?” It felt nice to be back like this with Roger, back to feeling comfortable and not like you were walking on eggshells.

“I don’t know where it came from,” 

“You think about threesomes much?” 

“A bit I guess, probably not much more than the average person though. Why, love? You suggesting something?” he cocked his eyebrow at you. 

“Well, threesomes have never been high on my list but I wouldn’t rule them out entirely. Definitely something intriguing about them. But we’d have to find someone else if that was going to happen… one of the boys maybe?”

“And here I was thinking we were going to invite a second girl,”

 “I’m not opposed to it but I don’t know any girls who’d be up for it so unless you’ve got someone in mind…” 

“Hmmm no one specific,” 

There was something off about his tone that made your chest tighten with worry, “is there anyone else youd want to sleep with?” you tried to play it off as a joke in the hopes that you could keep up the lighthearted connection you’d so missed, “Just so we can give this mysterious other woman a better identity, maybe inspire a dream or two of my own.” 

“One or two, Jane Fonda for instance.” 

“People on your free pass list don’t count Rog, I already know about them.” 

He paused, “honestly?” 

The word made you tense up almost instantly, “That’s what we’ve agreed,” 

“Yes,” he at least had the good grace to look uncomfortable with his admission.

“Who?” neither of you were laughing any more, all the tension from the previous weeks was back in full force, threatening to snap at any moment. 

“No one really, theres just this bird who’s followed us on the last couple of tours Very flirty, cute.” 

“And ummm, would you? Sleep with her, I mean, if you had the chance?” 

“I’ve had the chance, love. More than once she’s tried to get into my pants. I think she’s trying to do the whole groupie thing. Pretty sure Brian’s had her, or maybe it was Deaky, I don’t remember. She’s made it pretty clear she wants me though and, if I’m being honest, I haven’t done anything yet but it’s a little tempting.” 

The yet cut through you like a knife, “Is this you asking for permission?” 

“No… Maybe,” 

“If I said I was okay with it, would you do it?” 

“Maybe?”

“Rog,” you pushed yourself away from him, standing up and folding your arms over your chest. 

Roger leaned forward, imitating your closed off body language, “I know it’s not fair of me to ask that of you or, fuck, for me to even have told you any of it. But things have been so hard between us lately. Every time we’re together I remember what it felt like when you passed out and went limp. Every time we get close to having sex I worry about fucking up again and hurting you. But she’s easy, in every sense of the word. I could just sleep with her and it wouldn’t be a big deal. I wouldn’t feel like I had to be on constant guard with her in case she’s not telling me the truth about how she was doing. I wouldn’t feel like I had to triple check what she wanted. It’d be so fucking simple.” He sighed and dragged his hands over his face, “just forget it, Y/N. Forget I mentioned it,”

“How can you expect me to forget it?” 

“I shouldn’t have said anything, it was just another of my fuck ups,” 

“Oh goddamn it Roger!” you yelled, throwing your arms up in frustration, “I know you feel bad about…what happened, so do I. I mean, Jesus, you think I haven’t noticed the tension too? You think I’m not constantly worried that I’m not being clear enough about fucking everything? I know that the incident fucking sucked and I know it scared you and I know I should have done better and I’m trying Roger, I promise I’m trying. But the constant questioning and apologising are just making it harder. It makes me feel like I’m not good enough, that I’m doing it wrong. I feel like I’m losing you and I don’t know how to stop it.” you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from saying more. Maybe you’d fucked up again too. Maybe this would just confirm for him that you were a crazy bitch and send him into her arms instead. “But it’s fine. You know what, this might actually be good. Go and sleep with her and maybe it’ll help us sort all this out. Maybe you just need a reminder of what its like to be with someone you can trust. Just promise you’ll use protection and think of me.” You turned and walked away but Roger caught you before you’d even crossed the room.

“Y/N, wait,”

You stared at him, trying to keep the anger outweighing the worry but it was impossible under his gaze, “Please don’t. Please don’t sleep with her. I know things have been hard lately but I love you and the thought of you being with someone else…it’d tear me apart.” 

Roger pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you tightly, “I won’t. Of course I won’t. Couldn’t have even if you had been okay with it.” 

“Promise?” the worry that you might have just hammered the last nail in your relationship’s coffin, driven him to cheat on you, was all you could think about.

“Y/N,” he leant back and placed his hand on your cheek, locking his eyes on yours, “I am being completely honest when I say this. I love you and I would never cheat on you. With her or anyone else. We’ll get through this, I promise. You’re all I need.”

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[strrawberrymoon]

name  /  alias : leigh  gender  /  pronouns : female + she/her where  ya  from  ? : europe 👀 the  current  time :  18:53 height :  164 cm, i think that’s 5′4 job  or  major :  double major in sociology and media communications, still grinding pet  (  s  ) :  two dogs! one is a 7 year old maltese and the other a 3 year old cane corso favorite  thing  (  s  )  about  yourself :  im a great listener and i give great advice, i’m straighforward which some people don’t like but oh well, i’m pretty adaptable. i got some nice titties any  special  talents  ? :  i can roll my tounge in any direction + crack a lot of knuckles ajkdshaj

why  you  joined  hqclouds :  i’ve been itchng to write more lately, so when love told me about their group i thought i’d give it a shot !!

meaning  behind  url :  strawberry moon was just a recent occurance irl which was really cool + i associate marinette with strawberries for some reason, and i’m a big fan of the lady moon

last  thing  you  googled :  i’m having some issues with my michrophone and zoom so i googled how to fix it, but no dice

birthday  /  zodiac :  leo ! my birthday is august 11th in  your  opinion  ,  does  your  sign  suit  you  ? : yes and no. leo’s are very misunderstood imo, but each sign has the “more popular” or well known traits and then there’s the flipside of the coin—which i think suits me more myers  -  briggs :  ISFP / INFP moral  alignment :  chaotic idiot hogwarts  house : gryffindor

three  fictional  character  (  s  )  you  see  yourself  in  +  why :  i honestly see myself in katara from atla, the whole smothering mothering routine. it’s becoming a regular thing for my friends to say “thanks, mom” or “ok, mom” so i guess i’m the mom friend. also fred weasly... he’s a twin.. i’m a twin... that’s all i need. and lastly, and very leastly, neil josten from all for the game series. most of you probably don’t know it, but he’s a demisexual chaotic idiot who says “i’m fine” way too much for someone who is most definitely not fine.

i  started  roleplaying : probably when i was around 16-17 was my first official roleplay experience. it was on facebook and kind of a nightmare types  of  rps  i  enjoy :  i like college stuff and small town rps, but i also love plot heavy rps that push you into developing your muse. really anything that isn’t too restricting favorite  fcs  to  use :  i don’t have go-to faceclaims. i tend to make a character around a FC and then use them until i lose muse or just feel like they need to rest. switch it up a lot, but some faces that i’ve really enjoyed playing for a longer amount of time are steven kelly, cindy mello and ellen v. lora fandom  (  s  )  you’d  like  to  write  in : i want to write in all of the fandoms i know nothing about and look like a dumbass. also harry potter, the hunger games, avatar the last airbender, gossip girl, etc etc fandom  (  s  )  you  aren’t  in  but  are  curious  about :  marvel somewhat, any video games are very fascinating to me even though i’m not a gamer + know nothing about them, any distopian kind of fandom re: hunger games

share  a  funny  roleplay  horror  story :  recently an admin of a twitter rp tried to use my male muse for their weird ship narrative. they tried to make him look like an asshole (& i do play assholes but this one wasn’t one) + used another male muse to make it seem as if these two boys were fighting over the person’s girl, even though she actually had a ship all lined up. they were also running the gossip twitter, so they made up a bunch of stuff about our muses without our consent and consequently i told them to fuck off, and both of us left the group. then she had no more “groupies” so she cuffed and the group closed two days later. it was petty hilarious.

fondest  roleplay  memory :  once in an OC group, i wasn’t “technically” doing a ship with a friend, even though the characters had feelings for each other. but for some reason the status of their relationship was a hot topic group wide, meaning everybody had their nose in it and wanting to know what’s up, so they publically kept doing things to make people think they’re together while denying it in the same breath. it was really fun to let it play out like that.

favorite  canon  muse  (  s  )  to  play : roy mustang from fullmetal alchemist, katara from atla, and my baby marinette favorite  original  muse  (  s  )  to  play : the last original character i played and fell in love with was named alex. im obsessed with him. still doing 1 x 1 with his girlfriend. they’re having a baby, it’s all very emo and domestic. maybe i make him relapse for funsies. canon  ships  you  can’t  help  but  love :  lupin x tonks from harry potter, korra x asami from legend of korra, danerys x daario naharis from game of thrones, katniss x peeta from the hunger games, etc... trope  (  s  )  you  tend  to  be  guilty  of : i use the rich kid douchebag stereotype a lot. i also make a lot of my characters addicted to something to make them struggle with that.

i  prefer  .  .  . angst  ,  smut  ,  or  fluff :  bro... i am a sucker for ansgt and smut. i do fluff on special ocassions >:) long  or  short  replies :  i prefer when they start out shorter, but medium is my fave pre  plotting  or  chemistry : chemistry all the way. plotting can be really fun but it’s a miss more often than a hit for me. plotting can be good for pre-established relationships but that’s about it sentence  starters  or  headcanon  memes : sentence starters single  muse  or  multimuse  blogs :  i’ve never done a multimuse blog, and i’ve actually been super against them in the past, but i’m starting to change my mind hehe gif  icons  ,  medium  gifs  ,  or  static  icons : static (or none honestly)

grab  the  book  nearest  to  you  and  pull  a  quote  from  it :  ❝ You were children. was there no one to protect you? ❞ — ❝ Was there no one to protect you? ❞

what’s  a  quote  or  song  lyric  that  speaks  to  your  soul  ? :  ❝ I loved her, and sometimes, she loved me too ❞ 

top  current  celebrity  crushes :  zendaya, margot robbie always last  movie  you  watched :  365 days (2020) did  you  like  it  ? :  i hated it, what a waste of a perfectly good 2 hours  favorite  movie  (  s  )    of  all  time : harry potter franchise makes me nostalgic, perks of being a wallflower, my sister’s keeper favorite  tv  show  (  s  )  of  all  time : for some reason i’m obsessed with grey’s anatomy but i hate it favorite  tv  show  that  hasn’t  ended : well fricking grey’s anatomy favorite  series  of  books  /  novels  /  comics : the hunger games, harry potter sports  team  (  s  )  you  rep : my friend is into sports i rep her ksdsdj favorite  video  game  (  s  ) : the sims. i like playing animal crossing vicariously through switch owners favorite  youtube  channels : don’t usually keep up with yt channels but i just binged some stuff from psychology in seattle hobbies :  procrastinating

what  are  the  three  non  essential  things  you’d  bring  to  a  deserted  island  ? : sunglasses, hairtie, hand cream

put  your  music  on  shuffle.  what  six  songs  pop  up  ? : 

say goodbye by skillet, 

off the grid by alina baraz & khalid, 

bury a friend by billie eilish, 

break up with your girlfriend by ariana grande

get back by nine lashes

marry you by bruno mars (man)

personal  aesthetic : growing out my hair only to always wear it in a bun dream  vacation  ? : i just wanna go to the seaside with my friends dream  job  ? :  i literally can’t stand capitalism. wanna move to italy and collect berries and draw titties all day dream  car  ? :  something that drives itself if  i  could  live  anywhere  ,  it’d  be : somewhere in canada near the woods favorite  musical : mama mia? counts favorite  food  (  s  ) :  bananaaaaas, ice cream, cereal. these are all foods ok coffee  order : i don’t drink coffee unwatched  stuff  in  your  netflix  /  hulu  /  etc :  13 reasons why (i’m too bored), the flash, outer banks, elite, the half of it, intersteller, locke & key aaand some stuff that’s not mine but someone else using my account

what’s  a  subject  you  know  too  much  about  +  never  get  tired  of  talking  about  ? : idk anything about anything askldhl