#stop thirsting for that blue dick and mind your own business

[dejwritesarchived]

plssss that mention in the hockey player Jean fic of him complaining abt a morning wood has me on a HOLD. if you don’t mind could you write a hockey player Jean with a morning wood fic

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — morning wood can be such a buzz kill sometimes [ ft hockey player!jean kirstein (kirschtein), she/her pronouns, afab reader, reader implied to be black, established relationship (reader and jean are married with a child), oral (m.receving), slight spit kink, oral fixations, cum swallowing, mentions of morning wood, sports au, kinda short and more of a thirst tbh, slight continued piece from this, minor dni ]

YOU COULD FEEL JEAN'S ARM TIGHTEN AROUND YOUR WAIST. A move he only did when you either attempted to get out of bed or if he was being a needy lil husband. The oversized t-shirt of his raised just a bit to the point that your pastel blue silk panties were exposed. You let out a groan due to you wanting your space in the king-sized bed before your five-year-old son would be dashing into your room demanding cereal. But your eyes shot open feeling the deprived poking at your ass.

"Babbee.." Jean whined lowly, his morning wood was aching for attention. Especially considering that the two of you haven't had sex in a while due to how busy his practice schedule got.

Your hand rubbed at your eyes attempting to rub any last bit of sleep out of it, you're wiggling your body out of Jean's grasp before you're disappearing under the covers. It wasn't no secret that even after being married for over three years, the hockey player still had wet dreams about you. You remember vividly when Jean told you about one of his dreams on a sunny Saturday morning as his dick was poking through the grey-colored comforter. Occasionally, you'll let him slide it right in depending on if you were wearing underwear that night. On some days (like this one), you're nuzzling your way under the covers to help your desperate husband before he started his day.

"Look at that," You hummed to yourself once you managed to free his cock from his pajama bottoms. He didn't even bother to wear anything else.

Letting spit pool up in your mouth before the flat of your tongue is gliding across his shaft. You could hear Jean let out a sigh of release when he felt the wetness of your tongue touch his cock. His hands lifted up the covers before pushing them down so he could watch you. It was just something amazing about watching the way his big cock disappeared in your mouth like a magic show.

"Stop teasin', you know before lil guy wakes up," Jean said through gritted teeth. His head fell further back into the fluffy pillow his head was on.

Your hand palmed at Jean's cock some before letting it disappear into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks slightly to help you shove his cock down your throat. The pornographic sound of your gag felt like music to the hockey player's ears considering that he liked his head sloppy as ever. It was just something so glorious seeing his favorite girl face sloppy with his precum.

His hand found its way on the back of your head while you were sucking him off. Your own saliva-coated your hand while you massaged parts of his cock that couldn't fit into your mouth. A low moan vibrated off the back of your throat while Jean's cock was in your mouth. The feeling of his large member shoving down your throat caused you to get turned on, even feeling the slight dampness in your panties.

"Fuck." Jean huffed out as he chewed at his lower lip. "I love you so much, baby." He's praising while you were sucking on him like a cherry lollipop.

Each stroke and each kitten lick caused Jean's eyes to shift close and he's a stuttering mess until his thick cum dripped upon your tongue. Your lips wrapped around his pink mushroom-shaped tip milking him of every droplet of his cum.

"Jeez, you surely know how to take care of me (Y/N)."

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[rebelwrites]

If My Body Had A Say (NSFW)

Clay Spenser x Reader

A/N told you it was gonna be a sinful week, my brain is in nonstop thirst mode this week! Song used is “Body Say” by Demi Lovato! Enjoy 😉

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“Right guys I have a feeling it’s gonna be a busy night tonight.” You smiled as you let the bar door slam behind you.

“Oh that’s it, turn up when everything is done!” Jake laughed.

“Urm you do remember, I am the boss and own this place right?” You winked, dumping your bag in the bar, “Just be grateful I’m tending tonight.”

“And by the looks of it, hoping to get laid as well” Jade laughed.

“Is it that obvious?” You smirked, as you hung your leather jacket up, revealing the black mesh top giving the perfect view of the red lace bra underneath.

“Nah” she winked.

“Just to let you know I will be calling dibs on any table there’s a cute guy on, shout up if you see one walk in. You all know my type” you laughed.

It was now around nine pm and you were right, tonight was busy but not too bad. You had your back to the door, pouring drinks when you felt something being thrown at you.

“Eyes right. Just walked in” Jake winked, looking over to the door you couldn’t help but bite down on your bottom lip at the Blonde god that just strolled in like he owned the place.

“Best wingman ever,” you smirked at Jake “Whatever table they are at, remember it’s mine tonight”

“Are you talking about the table or Blondie?” Jade laughed.

“Well if I have my way, then Blondie'' You grinned as the boys made their way over to the bar. You couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed the phone that was purely used for the music, scrolling through the playlists until you found the one you were looking for before hitting shuffle.

Turning back to the bar, you flashed the boys your best smile, whilst leaning forward giving Blondie the perfect view of your boobs, and you didn’t miss his eyes dropping before quickly looking back up.

“What table are you on boys?” You asked.

“The booth in the back corner,” Blondie smirked, as you locked eyes and in that moment it felt like it was only the two of you in the building.

“Perfect” you grinned, breaking eye contact with him, “write your order down and I will bring the drinks over shortly, also I am gonna need to get a credit card and ID to get the tab set up”

“Get Ya wallet out peaches!” One of the guys said as he slapped his hand on blondie’s back. “You lost the bet so tonight is all on you!”

“It was a stupid bet!” He huffed handing his bank card and ID over to you, his fingers brushing against yours, sending sparks through your skin.

“Thanks, I will bring this over once I’ve done” you nodded, flashing him your signature smirk.

Spinning around you placed both hands against the counter, taking a deep breath before looking down at the ID, you didn’t need it but he didn’t know that.

“That was sneaky, Y/N” Jade laughed, looking over your shoulder at the ID “fuck, girl he is Navy!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve hit the fucking jackpot!” You grinned as you got the tab set up before slipping the bank card and ID into the back pocket of your jeans so you could get the drinks started, moving my body to the beat of the music.

“Someone can’t stop watching,” Jake laughed as he squeezed behind you.

“Let him watch,” you winked, as you grabbed your bottle of beer, bringing it to your lips as you locked eyes with Clay, throwing him a wink as you licked your lips, before you grabbed the tray of drinks. “Oh this is gonna be easy”

As you got closer to the table you heard the conversation.

“Seriously, you made it so obvious that you were staring at her boobs” one of the guys said.

“I think she caught me” Clay laughed “but I mean damn she is absolute fire, I couldn’t help myself”

As you got closer the conversation stopped, placing the tray down in the center of the table, you decided to keep hold of Clay’s ID and bank card for a little bit, as you had a plan.

“So what is a bunch of Navy Seals, doing in a little bar of mine?” You asked leaning against the wall.

“Change of scenery” one said. “And our boy here lost a bet, so we thought we would come cause some chaos in a new place”

“Well if you need another troublemaker, you let me know” you smirked “Trouble is my middle name, enjoy boys”

As you walked off, you put an extra swing in your hips and you felt a set of eyes burning into your ass. This boy was putty in your hands and you loved it. And if the change of music didn’t give the game away then you didn’t know what would.

About an hour had passed, and a lot of flirting had happened between you and Clay already, whenever they needed more drinks he was the one to come up to the bar. The conversation just flowed with him and you felt like you had known him years.

Leaning your forearms against the bar you locked eyes with him again, that smirk of his was going to get you into some serious trouble. As the music changed you bite down on your lip.

“If I had it my way, I would take the lead. And if I had it my way, I would take you deep. If my body had a say, I'd get it off my chest. Show you all the red lace underneath this dress. And our eyes are crossing paths across the room. There's only one thing left for us to do” you mouthed along with the song, as you maintained eye contact with Clay from across the room, “You can touch me with slow hands. Speed it up, baby, make me sweat. Dreamland, take me there 'cause I want your sex. If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away. Touch, make love, taste you”

You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and his blue eye darkened with desire. Before he looked down, laughing at something the guys had said. His smile made you feel so many emotions and left you feeling weak at the knees. Grabbing a napkin and a pen you scribbled a note before folding it up, placing it between the cards.

No one had ordered more drinks but there order was the same each time so you quickly got it all together before taking them over.

“We didn’t order any more drinks?” Jason said.

“Well you boys looked thirsty, so this one is on me” you smirked before turning to Clay, “oh I forgot I still had these” you said, passing him back his ID and bank card. “I’m going on a break soon, so if you need anything just ask Jade or Jake and they will look after you”

As you walked away you saw Clay check the note you had left him. Smirking to yourself you headed to the bar. “Right I am going on break, and if my plan has worked I don’t know how long I will be” you winked “just don’t come looking for me because you might see things you don’t wanna see”

It wasn’t long before the door to your office burst open, with a hungry Clay standing in the doorway. He didn’t waste any time as he rushed over to you grabbing your jaw in his hands, smashing his lips against yours, this kiss was far from romantic, it was full of urgency and lust, you smirked into the kiss letting the sparks fly through your body as you fumbled with the belt on his jeans.

“You have been such a tease all night,” he growled against your lips.

“What you gonna do about it?” You giggled, as you pushed his jeans and his boxers down, wrapping your hand around his dick, slowly pumping, making a low groan leave his lips.

“Mmm, I can think of a few things,” he groaned “starting with bending you over this desk.”

“Don’t you want your dick sucking first!” You whispered, as you ran your fingers over the head, making his knees buckle slightly. “I’m really good at it.”

“I have no doubt about that, Princess” he groaned “but I just wanna fuck you so bad right now”

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” You said looking through your lashes at him.

Within a few seconds, your jeans were around your ankles and you were pressed against your desk, ass in the air ready for Clay. The sharp sting on his hand made you moan before the feeling of him stretching you out making you gasp. He gave it a couple of seconds for you to adjust to his size, but then he got impatient, his fingers digging into your hips and he pounded you from behind.

“Oh fuck” you screamed, “shit that feels so good”

“God you feel good wrapped around my dick” Clay groaned, as his thrusts got harder.

“Shit, that’s the spot” you cried as he wrapped one arm round finding your clit. The feeling was intense, you hadn’t had sex in a while so everything was tighter and made the pleasure more intense, alongside the fact that you were at work. “Fuck, Clay don’t stop”

“I wasn’t planning on stopping, Princess” he growled.

You swore your souls left you body, as he thrust as hard as he could, the feeling of him assaulting your clit as well as the hard strokes pushed you over the edge, screaming his name as you came, but he didn’t stop, even though you were still riding the orgasm out, everything was even more sensitive now and he knew this by how you were responding, so he carried on as he chased his own high, leading you to a second mind blowing orgasm within minutes, both finishing at the same time.

“Fuck” you breathed, resting your check against the cool wood of your desk.

“You okay down there?” Clay said with a breathless laugh.

“Ask me in five minutes” you laughed, “not gonna lie, no one has ever fucked me that good before”

“Well just shows you hadn’t met the right person” he laughed as he slowly pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of feeling. “You know this doesn’t have to be a one time thing right”

“Who said it was gonna be a one time thing anyway?” You giggled as you cleaned yourself up before pulling your jeans back up. “I have your address baby, I didn’t need your ID for the tab, that was just for me”

“You sneaky shit,” Clay laughed, resting his hands on your hips. “But I know I’m gonna need more, I’m gonna need to taste you, and I know I’m gonna get addicted to you.”

“Take me on a date then Spenser,” you smirked, getting lost in his blue eyes, “and I might show you just how naughty I can get.”

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[vixenpen]

Fuck A Fan (Bakugo x Camgirl reader pt. 1)

You had gotten the idea from one of your best friends in the cam industry.

“You sure this will work?”

“Trust me boo,” he had replied, “sometimes the best motivation for a man is a little friendly competition.”

Your bestie had insisted that a fuck a fan contest would be the perfect way to get CallMeKing to finally make good on his unfulfilled promise to see you.

Putting the finishing touches on your flyer, you finally posted the announcement to all social media. You knew CMK was still lurking. So he’d definitely see it. Hopefully, this little contest would be enough to spark his interest, if this failed, you were going to scream.

Because for the first time in your cam career, a man had you chasing him.

The audacity!

To be fair, he did say that he wanted to see you too, but had to keep a low profile due to his career. He promised as soon as worked dialed down you guys would meet up.

Well that had been over a year ago, and not only had you guys not met face to face; he also didn’t seem to check in on you as much anymore.

He still tipped and re-subbed to your page. He had even cash-apped you money for Christmas and your birthday.

But aside from that, there were no more late night, sexting sessions, no more random check ins, no more nude trading.

At first, you brushed it off.

He was apparently a very successful man. Successful men were busy. They couldn’t give you every second of their time. As a successful woman, you could relate to that.

Not to mention, you were a bad bitch and bad bitches did not pine over any man.

PERIODTTT.

Buuuut...when the man in question was fine as hell with boulders for biceps, a big dick, and long money, well...you’d like to think the City Girls, Meg the Stallion, and all the other bad bitches you looked up to would understand your thirst.

“Alright, King,” you sat back in the furry, white computer chair and glared at your laptop screen. “Ball is in your court now.”

“Mr. Ground Zero, can I get a picture too?”

A precocious looking blue haired kid asked. He stared up at Katsuki with wide, hopeful eyes.

Katsuki grimaced.

“Whatever kid, c’mon.”

He leaned down, attempting to keep a safe distance from the walking germ pool, while keeping in the lens of his camera phone.

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“Thanks a lot, Mr. Ground Zero!”

The kid giddily ran back to his group of friends.

Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder, weighing down on his slightly shorter friend.

“Wow, Bakubro, looks like those public relations training classes have really been working, huh?”

“Whatever, I just don’t need anymore shitty press with kids.”

“You still have energy for happy hour with Sero and Me tonight?”

Bakugo replied with a noncommittal shrug. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone as he and Kirishima headed towards their agencies to call it a day.

He decided to check in on (cam name’s) IG page to see how she was doing.

A pang of longing tugged at him. He missed her. A lot. Sure, she was a cam girl, and being friendly and flirty was her job, but she always brightened his days. With crime picking up steadily over the past year, Bakugo could use her presence in his life now more than ever, unfortunately, nothing in his schedule would permit it.

He was researching a new threat that had been developing in the crime world. Apparently the new mob of villains seemed to have some connections to the crime world in America, and Bakugo found himself flying back and forth to the west for meetings and to make media rounds to help put the public at ease.

His sleep schedule was completely out of whack with all the stress he was under, so any spare moment he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Which meant no time for his virtual boo thing. Though he did try to make it known he was thinking about her with bill money.

As he flipped through her newest posts, something caught his eyes.

Fuck a fan contest? Winner gets to make content with me at secure location!

What the fuck was this shit?

Whatever it was, he was certainly going to get to the bottom of it when he got home.

CMK: Hey, (cam name) what’s this all about?

Y/N: what does it look like? Fuck a fan contest

CMK: fuck u mean? You don’t do meet ups!

Y/N: 🤷🏾‍♀️ first time for everything.

Anger hummed beneath Bakugo’s skin. Since when did y/n start doing meet ups? She had always told him she didn’t trust her fans as far as she could throw them.

He had encouraged her to not be forthcoming with personal information and never feel like she had to meet up with randos online for money. He would take care of anything she needed before it came to that.

So what was the meaning of this? Had he not been taking good enough care of her? Keeping her bills paid? Her nails and hair done?

Y/N: u entering or what? 👀

CMK: hell no im not entering and neither is anyone else. Now take that shit down.

Y/n: (voice note) first the fuck of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second the fuck of all, do you know how much money is in this? You ain’t stopping my bag boo. Period! 💅🏾

He was practically seething. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to like that?

Who the fuck did she think she was saying no to?!

His dick stirred in his pants as he re-listened to the voice note of her cursing him out.

CMK: how much does it take to win?

Y/N: just whoever has the most.

CMK tipped $150,000

CMK: now take it the fuck down

Y/N: nobody else has entered yet.

CMK: nobody else up here has the money I have.

Y/N: if you’re not meeting with me, I ain’t takin it down.

CMK: god fucking dammit y/n. Tonight. 9pm. Text me the addy. I’ll have my driver pick you up.

True to his word, CMK had his driver pick you up an hour and a half before the time he had mentioned.

Your knee bounced, causing the black mini dress hugging your shapely thighs to ride up. You pulled it down absentmindedly.

You could count on one hand how many times you had been flown out by one of your fans. It certainly wasn’t a weekly occurrence for you the way it was for other models.

Fear and excitement fluttered in your stomach.

You wondered what the driver thought of you. Heading to this rich and powerful man’s house in the middle of the night.

You had tried to dress up as if you were going to be taken on a fancy date. Your hair styled, silver chandelier earrings dripping from your lobes to match the long silver necklace that dipped between your pushed up cleavage.

If the driver gave two shits, you at least hoped he thought you were going to get a nice meal before getting dicked down.

The community where CMK lived was on the outskirts of town; hidden in a forest of natural and manicured foliage. One could go literal miles between each home before they saw the next one.

You pressed your forehead against the window to take in the flora and fauna, manicured lawns, and huge mansions. So. Many. Styles. Of mansions!

“Here we are ma’am.” the driver announced.

He drove you up a looping, stone drive way that led to a very modern home that reminded you a bit of abstract art what with its odd angles, jutting sides, and square architecture.

The driver stepped out and opened your door. Once you were faced with the massive stairs and wooden doors before you, the song: Pretty Woman blared in your mind. You certainly felt that way.

Before you could knock, the door swung open revealing a pair of red eyes that were devouring your body head to toe.

“Oh my god...”

“Wasn’t expecting to hear that before I even touched you, beautiful.” He chuckled. His lips quirked into the cocky half smirk you’d grown familiar with from his interviews.

Was this real? Call me king was Ground Zero?!

“C-call me king?” You managed to stutter out pitifully.

“I would prefer to call you by your real name.” He joked. “Come in, beautiful.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you through the door.

You couldn’t even appreciate the high ceilings, polished wood floors, and tasteful stone wash colored furniture as you followed Ground Zero through the door.

He took leggy strides into the airy kitchen taking out a couple of glasses from a cupboard. You could only gawk.

He looked good as hell in his short sleeved denim button up shirt and ripped black jeans. His physique flexed under the well tailored clothes showing off the broad chest and bulging biceps you’d seen in the Nudes. His spiky Blonde hair looked soft and a bit damp.

“You wanna drink, beautiful?”

“I don’t accept drinks from new people in new environments.”

He looked up to shoot you a half smile. The usual mischief was missing from his red eyes, replaced with genuine affection.

“Of course you don’t. My (cam name.)”

“F/N,” you replied.

“Bout damn time you gave me a real name. Mine is Bakugo, babe.”

He strolled over with a glass of water for himself.

“So, f/n,” his ruby colored eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he stepped right to your face. “Why don’t you have a seat? I promise the couch won’t bite.”

He brought a hand down to smack your round ass, making you jump.

“Can’t say the same for myself though.”

Licking your lips, you lowered yourself into the couch. Bakugo settled beside you so close the sides of your bodies touched. He draped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know you got a camsona and all, but damn, y/n, where’s my feisty little c/n? Huh? Lil Ms. Period!” His voice took on a lighter tone as he tried to imitate your twang.

The attempt earned him a giggle.

“Well excuse me, sir, but I wasn’t expecting the number two pro-hero in Japan to be my biggest fan.” You snapped back, playfully rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m still wrapping my brain around it.”

“There’s that smart ass mouth I love so much.” He tucked your chin.

This close to him, you could feel his warm minty breath fanning against your lips. A familiar warmth was already growing between your legs.

Pulling away you asked: “Why me?”

“Hah?” His brows knit in confusion. “Fuck kinda question is that? What do you mean why you?”

“I mean, I’m a bad bitch or whatever, but I’m just...me and you’re...you.”

“Tch. You just answered your own damn question, dumb ass.” He tilted your face back towards him. You felt his other large hand roam the bare skin of your thigh and shivered.

“You’re a bad bitch. You don’t seem to forget that any other time, don’t fuckin’ forget it now, got that? Your confidence is what’s sexy about you.”

A smile tugged at your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.

“You know, when you’re not being a fuckin’ asshole, you can be pretty damn charming when you wanna be.”

“And when you’re not being a defiant little brat, you can be real fucking cute.”

A moan slipped from your glossy lips as his hand crept steadily up your thigh

“Please,” you leaned closer to him, “you love my brattiness.”

He scoffed, amused.

“I’ll show you just how much I like it.”

Without warning, Bakugo scooped you up. His large, rough hands dug into the soft flesh of your round ass as he straddled you on his lap.

Your wet, bare pussy pressed into his bulge as he stole a greedy kiss. Your gasp quickly morphed into a moan as desire burned in your core and flooded your entire body.

His tongue overtook your mouth effortlessly.

“No panties, huh, brat? I can feel you leaking through my jeans.”

“I hate panties,” you managed between kisses. “And bras.”

That little confession just inspired more arousal in Bakugo. He deposited you on the long couch and let his hot tongue snake along every sensitive bit of exposed flesh he could find. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Damn, beautiful,” he managed between kisses, “can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

His bulge rubbed your aching clit deliciously.

You tugged his shirt up over his mess of blonde hair.

He grabbed the deep ‘V’ of your dress and ripped it open, drawing a gasp from you.

“Now we match.” He grinned

“You ass—“

“You’ll have a new outfit by tomorrow afternoon, now shut up.”

True to his word, Bakugo tasted every inch of you. He nibbled your ears making you shiver, licked your nipples making you hiss his name, and devoured your toes like blow pops.

Your body was trembling from sensory overload.

“God..” you moaned.

“You look like you want something, babe,” Bakugo smiled wickedly as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Eat me.”

[jungc6ck]

Deeper ksj x jjk

♦ Pairing: Seokjin x Jungkook

♦ Genre: f2l? Smut

♦ Summary: Jin and Jungkook watch a movie together after everyone else goes to sleep, but Jungkook can’t pay attention to anything but his hyung’s lips and what they might feel like on certain places of his body.

♦Rating: 18+ (M)

♦ Warnings: oral sex, anal fingering, mutual masturbation & masturbation, sex, just pure sex. Kind of dom!Jin and sub!kook, orgasm denial, edging, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, role playing, hyung kink??, just a bit of fluff at the end.

♦ Words: around 4k

Jungkook loved spending time with his oldest hyung, they sometimes fought and wrestled but it was always only out of pure love and playfulness. That was one thing the both of them had in common, their playfulness and sense of adventure.

For this week’s adventure, the both of them had agreed to watch a movie together after everyone else, one by one, had gone to bed or simply just went to their rooms.

It was quiet and dark in the house, all but for the lights and sounds of the movie.

Jungkook sat with a blanket draped over his lap right next to his hyung, but he wasn't looking at the screen.

For some reason Jungkook's eyes kept focusing on Jin's full lips and his slightly parted mouth. They looked like comfy pillows. Jungkook had always admired his hyung, everything he did, his charming good looks, but tonight his looks was all he could focus on. He wondered if it was because he was just disinterested in the movie Jin had picked or maybe it was that extra cup of coffee he had drank a little too late in the evening. Either way, he did everything in his power to try to simply just figure out what this movie was about.

Jungkook's mind continued to wander and stray further the more bored he got, tuning out the movie entirely and letting his head flood with thoughts of Seokjin right beside him. At first he wondered what his pillowy soft lips would feel like if Jungkook were to just poke at them. Soon the little thought snowballed into so much more, eventually leaving him wondering what they would feel like against his own. Still, this train of thought continued, especially the more he stole glances over at Jin. it got to the point where Jungkook was soon wondering how they would feel around his cock, how tight they could wrap, how well they could cushion his teeth as Seokjin took him into his warm mouth.

He shivered before shifting in his seat in a not so sly way to try to get his already out of control erection back under control, or at least from visibly popping straight up in his grey sweats.

Jungkook felt very nervous as if Seokjin somehow might be able to read his mind and find out he was thinking these kind of dirty thoughts about him, but Jin didn't even look at Jungkook still wriggling uncomfortably next to him. Jungkook focused back on the TV but he just couldn't make his mind stay on anything else now that wasn't the entirely beautiful but oblivious Jin right beside him.

Jungkook knew this wasn't right thinking about his hyung like this, they had know each other for so long and had been so close. He told himself it wasn't his fault that he had been too busy to get himself off for an entire week, and that's why his mind was doing this, thirsting after anyone who happened to get this close.  

Jin stretched a little and let out a small groan and a yawn, it only made the younger’s cock harder and twitch more in his sweatpants. Jungkook’s mind strayed again to the fact he knew what Jin's grunts in bed would sound like. He never paid much attention when working out with him or at dance practice when Jin would let out a grunt, but now it was all Jungkook could hear in his head.

Out of the corner of his vision he could see Jin focused on the TV, having no idea what he was doing to Jungkook. He looked so concentrated that he probably wouldn't have even noticed if a train ran right through the room.

Jungkook's cock ached so badly that he could feel the large amount of sticky precum it was weeping onto his thigh. He wanted his hyung to touch him, but he knew he couldn't ask, it would freak him out, it would ruin their friendship forever, he would never talk to Jungkook again, he would yell at him, he would tell the others. There were just far too many things that he saw in his mind that could go wrong.

Briefly the younger one thought about just heading to the bathroom and taking care of himself, but his hard on wouldn't go away, especially not long enough to get up and walk right in front of Jin to go to the bathroom.

A desperate sigh of "Fuck" left Jungkook's mouth. He snapped his lips closed in panic knowing Jin had to hear him, he had to.

Seokjin didn't react. He continued to look at the screen.

Jungkook got an idea.

He sat back on the sofa and slid his hand under the blanket on his lap and into the waistband on his sweatpants pants. The moment Jungkook wrapped his hand around his needy cock he let out a small whimper of satisfaction, again that his hyung didn't seem to notice at all.

His pumps to his cock were slow and languid under the blanket just to make sure his hyung wouldn't notice. Even at the slow strangled pace he was moving he felt like he could cum at any second with his thoughts alone.

His mind had gone long past Seokjin touching him and accepted that at this point he would let Jin fuck his ass. He wanted it nice and rough, his hyung pounding into him until Jungkook was aching, moaning and messy with his own cum.

Jungkook was suddenly scrambling to stop himself from orgasming in his pants. If he came, it would be hard to hide, Seokjin would surely see the wet spot. He couldn't help himself though, in less than a minute of waiting for the feeling to go away, his hand was back on his cock. This time he felt more brave and worked himself a little faster. His eyes were shut as he concentrated on not making himself cum once again while also enjoying the feeling while his dirty thoughts played in his head.

"Jungkookie." The whisper made the youngest freeze and open his eyes, his still hand on his very rapidly softening dick. Fear engulfed his body as he saw Seokjin looking at him, right in his eyes. Seokjin's brows were furrowed together and the youngest immediately took that as a bad sign. The biggest internal panic that Jungkook had ever had was waging in his brain and body right now, and he had no idea what to do about it.

"As much as I'm enjoying your whimpering and seeing you get yourself off under the blanket, it's making me hard." 

Jungkook's eyes went wide at his hyung words and he was about to apologize until he played the last few words back in his head again. 

Seokjin had said he was hard. His hyung was hard because of the noises he had just been making. He felt Jin's words were so matter of fact and abrupt that it was hard to take in.

Jungkook's eyes flickered to where Jin was sitting criss-cross in his pajamas, but didn't see anything.

"Trust me, I am." His hyung whispered after seeing Jungkook's eyes searching for a tent.

"I-I-I'm sorry." Jungkook whispered, unable to think of anything else to say.

Seokjin scooted closer to the younger one and leaned into his ear, almost touching his skin with their softness Jungkook had been craving to feel.

"Do you want me to help you?" 

Jin’s warm breath raised goosebumps on kook's skin as he wondered if he was just having some kind of horny dream.

Dream or not, Jungkook wanted it so badly, so he wordlessly nodded and removed his hand from his own pants.

He watched as Jin's arm snaked under the blankets, replacing his.

He sucked in a breath at the warm hand that was not his own, wrapped around him in a grip and way that was also not his own. The unfamiliar sensation of someone else not just touching his cock, but stroking it with intent, felt too good to be true. 

"Ah hyung." Jungkook moaned before realizing maybe he should be helping him too. Jungkook’s hand that had reached for the elastic of Seokjin's light blue pajama pants was quickly swatted away.

"Don't worry about me right now." Jin declined.

Right now. Jungkook wondered if Seokjin had something else planned but he couldn't wonder too much because Seokjin's hand got faster, running all the way up to the tip of his cock touching the shaft. It felt unbelievable even without any sort of moisture to lessen the skin to skin friction.

"Hyung I'm going to cum, I'm so, so close." Jungkook's breath was ragged.

"Don't cum." The older boy replied despite how quickly his hand was fucking him. 

"I-I-can't, oh fuck." Just as Jungkook's orgasm started to hit him, Seokjin's hand was off of him.

"No coming Jungkookie." 

Jungkook felt agitated but it only lasted until Seokjin wrapped his hand back around Jungkook's dick again. Jungkook felt even more determined to cum now, he let his head fall back and let the whispers fall out of his mouth.

“What do you want to do Jungkook? Do you want your hyung to fuck you? Do you want to feel me inside of you?”

“Yes, yeah I want hyung to fill me up, I want hyung to use me to make him cum.”

“Do you really want that? Do you want to go to my room? Yoongi won't be back until morning, so we have the whole room to ourselves.”

Jin's offer sounded like it was meant to be, there was no way Jungkook could turn it down. Yet he still couldn't bring himself to talk from the utter shock of the situation, so again he just nodded.

Jin removed his hand from Jungkook's pants and stood, offering a hand down to the youngest. All Jungkook could now see was the large tent in Jin’s pajama pants that had made itself visible upon him standing.

“Did you think I lied to you about being turned on?” Jin teased “let's go.”

He took Jin's hand and interlaced his fingers with the oldest that led both of them hard into the hallway. If any of the other boys were to leave their rooms right now and see them both holding hands with hard dicks, there would be no way Jungkook could play it off as something friendly. Luckily for the both of them, they made it to Jin's room without a problem.

As the oldest closed and locked his bedroom door as kook examined all the figurines that lined the shelves on the wall above the oldest's bed. Jungkook had seen each one a million times before, some he had gifted to him himself. Jungkook took a deep breath as he realized that those were what he would probably be glancing at as his hyung fucked him.

“Jin” Jungkook's voice was timid and nervous.

“Hm?” the oldest asked as he sat on the edge of his bed, waiting. 

“If- if we do this will things be alright… after? Will we still be close?” he was worried the question would put him off from wanting to do this, and Jungkook still very much wanted to do this.

“I don’t plan on making it weird… do you?”

“No.” Jungkook shook his head and went to sit by the older one. “I-what do we do now?” Jungkook was bad at these things and was worried that the moment had been lost. 

“Well we can go on as we were… or I can continue to play the movie in here, and from there it can either be background noise or we can just watch it.” 

“Okay.” Jungkook answered forgetting to pick an option “ the second one”

Jin grabbed the remote from his bedside table and flipped on the TV. He scooted back until his back laid against the headboard and motioned for Jungkook to come closer.

Jungkook scooted until he sat in the spot between his legs so he could lay against him.

The movie once again played but Jungkook found he was once again unable to pay attention, especially now that he could feel his hyung rock hard against his back.

Jungkook was much less afraid of his own words now that he knew Jin wanted this, it put him far more at ease.

"Hyung, please touch me again." Jungkook whined.

"Take your pants off." 

Jungkook effortlessly tugged his sweatpants down and off, deciding the shirt should come with it too.

Behind him, Jin was removing clothes as well but the youngest didn't turn around to look, it was only when they both settled back into place that Jungkook felt Jim's warm, long, bare cock behind him.

There was the sound of a cap popping, but Jungkook thought nothing of it until Jin's lubed hand wrapped around his length. 

The youngest let out a little pleasured groan and let his head fall back onto Jin's chest.

"Remember, don't cum. You can only cum after hyung is done playing with you and using you."

Jungkook let out another whimper, locking his jaw to muster any amount of self control he could as Jin's slick hand glided and pumped away at his cock until it was almost unbearable.

"Hyung-I- I need- I have to..." Seokjin's hand once again came to a stop making Jungkook feel so desperate. "Please please, let me cum. It feels too sensitive right now, I'm so close." 

"What are you going to do for me?" 

Jungkook turned around to face the oldest. He looked at Jin's long cock that could probably reach places inside Jungkook that he didn't even want to think about it. If Jungkook thought about Jin's cock splitting him open one more time, he knew it would him cum.

The younger wrapped his hand around the foreign cock just like he would his own,  before lowering his mouth just over Seokjin's leaking head. He hesitated a moment to look up at his hyung's anticipating haze before it faltered.

"You don't have to." Jin offered.

"I want to." The youngest replied before taking just the tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it experimentally to see the reaction he earned.

Jin let out a howl of a moan that fed Jungkook to sink his mouth down deeper and bob his head faster. Jin squirmed at the sensation of Jungkook going at his cock with his hand and mouth, unrelenting with his speed. 

"Tell me I'm doing good hyung." Jungkook lifted his mouth from jin just for a second to ask.

"So good. Your mouth feels so good." He moaned. "Such a good boy."

Jungkook was elated with the praise. He sank his hyung's cock into his throat so far that it caused him to tear up, especially when his hyung began to hungrily thrust upwards.

Jungkook pulled off of him to catch his breath once more but continued to pump him with his hand. He was just about to lower his watering mouth back onto Jin's dick when he was stopped.

"So good for me. All fours, ass up." 

Jungkook scrambled up the bed to listen to his hyung who was now positioning himself behind him but taking his time for some reason. Jungkook heard the bottle of lube once more, but he still wanted for what felt like forever.

"Hyung, p-" He willed himself to speak through his nerves but his concerned hyung interrupted.

"Do you want to stop?" 

Jungkook felt Jin rub slick fingers over his hole, he sucked I'm a breath of anticipation as a response.

"No, please no. I wanted to say, hyung, please fuck me." His plead was listened to in a way. He felt Jin's fingers press into him, slowly entering him. It felt uncomfortable but Jungkook waited and it got better as he got deeper and deeper.

Suddenly a wave of pure pleasure washed over Jungkook as Jin's fingers worked a spot inside of him.

"Oh God hyung, oh my god." Jungkook muttered as he pushed his ass back further onto the fingers of the man behind him.

"So needy trying to fuck yourself on my fingers like that." Jin almost purred out. Despite being called out, Jungkook didn't stop. Every time he rocked his body back and forth, Jin's fingers sent him closer and closer to his high.

The only thing that made Jungkook slow down was the ache of Jin stretching him further open by adding a third finger, but once adjusted, Jungkook was back to rocking himself into near oblivion, a nonstop moaning mess.

"Please touch my cock hyung, o-or let me touch my cock?" Jungkook stuttered out as he looked down to his cock that was dripping onto the sheets.

"No you'll cum." Jin replied firmly.

Jungkook let out a groan and let his chest collapse onto the bed, but left his ass in the air for Jin to fuck with his fingers.

All he could do was shut his eyes, let out shaky moans and try to hold in what he knew was inevitable. Jungkook was already so fucked out of his mind that his legs shook from over stimulation.

"Hyung, hyung I can't take it anymore, fuck me. Fuck me until I cum, just please let me cum.” Jungkook was almost in tears with frustration.

“Kookie, I told you, you don’t cum until I cum.”

“What can I do to make you cum? I'll do anything. Will you let me make you cum? Will you let me take care of you hyung?” Jungkook said and winced as Jin slowly pulled out his fingers from inside of him.

Jin didn't reply, but he laid down on the bed, grabbed the lube and began stroking himself, making sure that his entire length was coated for Jungkook who got the point.

The younger straddled the older’s hips as the older lined himself up to Jungkook’s entrance.

“Only take what you can, don’t hurt yourself, okay?” Jin directed with care but Jungkook was already sinking down on Jin's cock with no regard, just wanting to feel the high of getting to cum.

Jungkook let out a strangled moan as he filled himself up and stretched himself more with Seokjin’s cock, which was almost entirely now inside of him.

Jin's large hands settled above the maknae's hips to help Jungkook steady himself, but the he man was already bouncing on Jin’s dick.

“Oh god Jungkook, so good for hyung. Taking my dick so well.”

Jungkook just continued to moan and whimper without a real response, his brain couldn't function well enough to make his mouth work.

“What do you want me to do to you after I fill you up with cum? Huh Kook?” 

“My dick, I want to feel your lips around my dick, I want to feel your mouth. Oh god I want to cum so badly.” he muttered the only thing he had been able to think about since they started the movie.

“Ah Kook, ah I’m so close.” Jin warned so Jungkook sped up even though he felt like he was going to burst at any moment. He looked down at Jin, his pillowy lips parted and breathing heavily.

“Cum inside of me hyung, I want it so badly, I’ve wanted it all night. Fuck your cum deep inside of me.” 

Jungkook dirty talk seemed to do the trick. Jin sank his fingers into Jungkook's flesh as he came with a loud moan, holding him down onto his erupting and twitching dick that was pumping his seed into Jungkook. The maknae was barely hanging on, anything could've pushed him over the edge in this moment as he watched Jin’s face contort in bliss. The youngest swore he was about to cum, his own cock leaking and running down the shaft like a melting ice cream cone.

Jungkook sucked in a breath through his teeth as he lifted himself off of Jin.

“Lay down, I’ll take care of you.” Jin quickly got up, letting the other man lay down in his place.

Jungkook watched as Seokjin wrapped a hand around his length and looked him right in the eye. His soft lips brushed against the head of his cock, kissing it softly. If Jungkook wanted to he could cum right then and there all over Jin's pretty face, but instead Jungkook gripped the sheets to brace himself for his reward.

Seokjin licked from base to tip and smirked as the youngest let out a shaky breath.

"I've teased you enough." Jin decided before taking Jungkook into his mouth.

The sight and feel was as glorious as Jungkook expected, Jin's mouth working him as he stared up at him with devilish eyes that would've knocked the breath right out of Kook if he wasn't already panting up a storm.

Jin worked fast with intent, no more playing and teasing, and it was working.

"I'm going to cum." It had been no time at all, merely seconds. As much as Jungkook wanted this scene to last and have it burned into his mind forever, his body wasn't going to let him.

Jin's only reply was a moan that reverberated through Jungkook's aching and leaking cock.

Jungkook's fingers gripped the sheets harder as he bucked into Jin's mouth.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Jungkook repeated over and over as his mind melted and mingled with the high that washed over him. He came deeply into Jin's throat. It was almost too much, too long he laid there just wreathing under his intense orgasm that he didn't want to end.

When it was over Jungkook felt so drained but he didn't miss the sight of Jin swallowing down his cum and wiping his flushed red lips on the back of his arm.

"Hyung." Jungkook panted "Remember when I asked-" He tried to catch his breath "if things would be different? Well I kind of want them to be diff-" 

He was cut off by Jun crawling up his body and kissing him hard, the first kiss of the night shared between them.

"You do this every time and it's so sweet. You ask me to be yours every week even when you know you already are. The game is over, you don't have to but you still do." Jin's smile was wide.

"Just making sure you still like me." Jungkook whispered and closed the distance between their lips again. Their kiss interrupted by a loud beating on the door making Jungkook jump and grab the comforter in surprise.

“Would you guys please knock it off?! you do this every Saturday when Yoongi is in the studio and we’re all sick of it!” Jungkook pouted at Jin beside him at the sound of Hoseok’s voice on the other side of the door.

“What’s going on?” a sleepy Jimin was heard from the other side as well.

“Jin and kook are fucking again.” Hoseok huffed.

“Oh.” Jimin replied before yelling “You guys said you'd let me join next time! I’m mad!”

“Go away!” Jin yelled back to them and it seemed to work.  He turned back to his partner "I swear he doesn't understand that this is a real relationship and he's not invited."

"We do pretend like we're not in one every Saturday just so we can have hookup sex." Jungkook pointed out.

"Do you not like pretending with me?" The oldest furrowed his eyebrows in concern as Jungkook settled into the bed and took Jin’s hand in his hand.

"I love it. I love how nothing will ever be boring with you, and I love you." Jungkook assured his boyfriend, meaning every bit of the words he's said at least a thousand times before.

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, Part 5.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like the scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: let's give my love Fez some space, finally bring him to the story. The reader is at the party Jules was talking about. Hey ho, let's go!

Word Count: 4 K

Warnings: Okay, okay. We are going too off-rails here. Drinking, drug usage... You know it. But no under-age sex kids. Have your own head. 

Read the rest here, babe:  PART 1  PART 2  PART 3  PART 4

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Sometimes, even when you actually find someone to be cool with, some fam of your own, the feeling of loneliness and fear comes back to you when they are not around. Sometimes you know it's coming because you feel it getting stronger in your heart. Sometimes it takes you by a surprise.

That's the danger of this feeling - you can stay in the middle of a high school party with a cup of booze in your left hand and with a lit-up cigarette in the second one and even though you should feel the life around you, you start to feel numb to all of it. You feel to be all alone. In the middle of that big and scary world.

It feels like the time is stopping right in front of your eyes as everybody's movements become slower and slower in your own head. The smoke coming out of a mouth of some black-haired chick appears too detailed, a boy who just inhaled a gram of cocaine is in the world of bliss as you can see in face and the group which was playing beer pong has the flying ball levitating in the middle of the table as they wait for it to fall down. That your perception of the world at those moments.

You are smoking and you're slightly drunk. You should feel happy, in one place and yet it doesn't come together at all.

The loneliness hits you from the darkness every single time. The feeling of being all alone in the middle of everything is unbearable, you're completely confused because you can't seem to find your own place in the crowd. Many of us felt it at some point. That you're an alien between all of those kids.

Especially when she has done it again. Left you to have your fun and left off to have some weed with her newfound friends. Fran was irresponsible at times. You were still underage as most of the kids out there - if the police would have found out, you were fucked. Like seriously fucked.

You made your way to the kitchen, finished your cigarette and poured four shots of vodka in a row to drink them all by yourself. And you knew that you'll have more. Who would pick up on that? There were probably a hundred bottles of spirits. One won't be missed. These kids were rich as hell. They could buy all the vodka in the world.

You stood there, holding the counter, feeling the taste of cigarette in your mouth, trying to get over the burning of the vodka in your throat, making it's way to your stomach. Then you sighed and poured another four for you. And drank them in an instance.

The courage slowly filled your veins and your head as the world around started to spin slowly, everyone being a ghost of themselves. They were empty shelves of themselves, only you felt real.

"What the fuck ya think ya doin', dawg?" - You heard Rue's angry voice as she held some guy's hoodie I'm her palms. They were filming you. Great. Jules' hands slipped onto your neck, holding you in one place.

"Have ya seen that chick pouring that booze down, Rue? Calm down." - The boy laughed, but Rue shook him with all of her strength.

"If ya don't delete that shit now, we will see how good you'll be at pouring vodka down yo ass. Whaddaya say?" - She huffed angrily. All of a sudden a Latino girl with black hair appeared. You knew it was Maddy. Your so-called friend.

"What's your problem, Rue?" - She screamed and looked at both of them, tearing them apart.

"This little shit was filmin' my fuckin' friend. Tell him to call his shit off." - Rue went against him, almost punching him straight to the face. Maddy took a good at you and then she looked on the boy.

"Listen up you bitches. If anyone will try to harm this new girl, I and Nate will make your life a living hell. So let her be shitheads and mind your own fucking business." - She yelled over the music. Maddy took your side, she was defending you and your girls for some reason. Maybe it was a true truce. She shooshed them off and then approached you and Jules with Rue by her side. Rue almost lost her shit for you.

You slowly realized that you are friends for real. This wasn't a silly pretending game. Rue would beat the shit our him because of you.

"Sorry about that. The boys can be dicks here. Enjoying your night?" - Maddy smiled and smoothed your shoulder tenderly. To your intoxicated brain, it appeared that she truly cares for you and for your well being. You nodded, giving her a small smile. - "Gonna find Nate. If you need anything, just find me or text me." - Maddy said confidently, letting her black hair drop over her shoulder in long, beautiful black waves. You watched her as she left all of you and disappeared between the clouds of young drunk people.

"Well, that was unexpected." - Rue whispered and supported you while you walked. Her long face was all around her think face with seriously sharp contours, her eyes were surrounded by glitter and blue eyeshadow. You knew Jules was responsible for Rue's look because you knew that only Jules has that blue on her palette. She had a tight blue bra with long laces under her breasts and high-waisted blue denim shorts accompanied by a long old hoodie and her Converse shoes. - "Sometimes I wonder how she pulls that off, but that was fuckin' awesome." - She said to you and you felt as a cold breeze hit your face when she somehow got both of you through a big door.

You didn't know how Jules is looking that night - you couldn't seem to bring her focus on her. You only saw bright pink shorts or skirt. But she held your hand all the way to some sofa outside around a big fireplace.

"Gonna get some coffee for her. Eight shots? That's fuckin' wild you bad bitch. Look after her, you two." - Rue helped you to sit down. At that point, you finally realized that there's not only Jules when she next to you and brought your head to her shoulder. A man in a rainbow-striped sweater and jeans sat there and smoked - you quickly realized that he has some kush because it smelled all the way to you.

It seemed that his face is blurry for you, but you knew that sweater. You saw him wearing it once or twice. The man from the small shop which looked like a gas station. The one who sold you a cherry soda on a debt. That was him.

"Not lookin' like cherry soda anymore, girl." - A tired male voice laughed and it felt like it was taking all over your body, sending vibrations to all the right places all over you. He was chilled out of his mind, his mind exploring every last piece of Nirvana and space. - "More like booze, make ya feel good, girl?"

“Didn't know you planned to be here, Fez.” - Jules said and smoothed your hair as she watched Fez on the sofa. Fez just nodded a little but didn't answered, because it looked like he started to drift off to the distance. 

“Hey man, have not seen you for eternity. Dat's ma girl Y/N. This is Fez.” - Rue walked to you with a big cup of coffee and smoothed your hair gently. She introduced you to Fez, a man or a boy, who were you seeing when you rode through the town a hundred times. The boy whom you liked pretty much. But even though you talked for the second or third time, you liked him a lot. His presence was calming down because he was an overly calm person. 

“Nice to meet ya, newbie.” - Fez laughed it all off and looked at you, as you drank your coffee. 

The word around you stopped once again as you watched Fezco with a curious look on your face. You felt as the hot coffee made by Rue slipped through your lips, but you were mesmerized by Fezco. In those red-blue-violet lights, he looked like a handsome young man, the smoke was setting off his lips slowly. The sweater made him look incredibly young, he was even smiling a bit, being all chilled out of his fucking head.

It was like seeing a treasure for the first time, beginning to explore some strange land or being mesmerized by a siren. All of those things mixed up together in one perfect essence that created Fez altogether.

“You alrite?” - Rue giggled when you stared in Fezco's for almost a full minute. You just smiled at her sloppily, drunkenly and kissed her forehead slowly. The loneliness was gone thanks to them, to the two people in this town who cared about you with love. 

“I love you so much, guys.” - The weight of your body leaned to Jules's body and you closed your eyes lazily and happily as Rue put her head on your knees, smiling as well. Thanks to them you were slowly taking steps with un-missing your old hometown. 

You took a deep breath and Rue looked up to you with her typical smile. Your Rue-Rue was back to tell ya all about that Morgan Freeman bullshit. 

But as much as you loved your girls, as much your drunken ass was thirsting for Fezco. You might have been into Fez normally, but now you were fucking out of your mind, everything felt so easy. You gave the rest of the coffee to Rue-Rue and went in front of Fez, he was still smoking his blunt or joint, you could never tell. 

“Come and dance with me, Fez. Please.” - You begged with a smile full of your teeth and your eyes closed a bit. Fezco giggled, he was high as a kite and took it as a joke, meanwhile, Rue climbed next to Jules, watching the two of you. - “I mean it, Fez. You and me, the dancefloor. Come.” 

Rue shot a quick look to Jules and smiled at the both of you. She knew that shell finds out what was behind Fez asking about yo ass. You met, somehow, probably in his shop and he liked you. And per se, it was a two-sided thing. 

“Fez, don't be a silly ass. Get up and take her hand. She is one fine girl. I swear.” - Rue put a palm on her heart as a scout who is swearing on America's flag. Fez laughed in a pleasant tone.

“I'm too hig' to have this conversation rite now.” - He said and looked at you as he watched you standing in front of his knees. 

“He's a good boy. You'll see. I would take a bullet for him. Come on, boyo. Go for 'er, tiger.” - Rue smiled at Fez and Jules trailed her fingers on Rue's thigh. 

“She drunk. Let it be, Rue-Rue. Will not make it worse for her.” - Fez answered and smiled lazily. 

And had a point even tho even didn't tried to. He was seriously muted down because of that weed he had smoked that evening. You stood in front of him in a tight tank top that showed most of your boobs, long Adidas sports shorts and watched him with a dead serious face. You were not in a mood to play around games with Fez and you wanted him to touch you, to be with you, maybe to fuck you on the restrooms. 

You were ready to become corrupted at that party, at that moment, with Fezco by your side in front of everyone's eyes, drunk or not. You wanted it as bad as anything before. Rue almost OD herself, Jules was fucking weird older guys just to feel like a true girl. What reason you had to stay innocent at that point? 

The others have done worse things at an even younger age than you were at. Why should you hold back? You were almost eighteen. You were young. You felt like nobody could stop you, on the top of the world, higher than the clouds could ever reach. Mount Everest ain't got shit on you at the moment. You slowly leaned down, took a hold of the sofa with your palm, looking Fezco under you body up and down.

Fezco held your body with his gaze as well, smoothing your skin with red eyes and dark pupils. The blue color in the wild mix made his gaze completely flat nonetheless. As you were used to, he looked tired and kinda all over the place. But his palms were still lying in his lap, not touching you physically.

He was a man with manners even though his looks and his attitudes, he knew he has to act well around ladies, Fezco was aware of ladies being the more gentle and fragile ones, the ones who needed a strong shoulder to protect them. So he decided not to take advantage of your state. That would be just rude even if he didn't like you.

Yeah. Fezco found your whole appearance cute, you were messy just like his younger sista' from anotha mista' Rue, so that made him protective of you in the first place. You looked so clean to him, you were all innocent, too young to know anything about the underground world he was in and in which he took Rue and Ash down with him. It felt like a new wind in his direction. Fez was used to the corrupted teens of his hometown - but you were shy, new and tried to find your place in the city. That was something Fez wasn't used to. But he wouldn't say it out loud.

"Come on, man. Nothin' wrong ain't happen to ya. Just give her one of two dances. Don't be a fool." - Rue patted shoulder when you slowly climbed on his left thigh, hugging it tightly with your thigs a with your palms roaming all around his neck and shoulders. He was watching you with no intention to stop. He exhaled out loud, closing his eyes and inhaling another shot from his blunt, still being completely chilled under your body, only his left thigh was tensed as hell.

The small place where your bodies melted in one, your crotch being all splayed out all over his thigh, was almost burning. A war was progressing in his mind - his mind was all foggy, covered in the weed mist, was all loosed and ignoring, but his body felt the need to react on your touch. What should he do? Should he stay high, turning your unsaid offer down or just take your hand and dance?

"I don't think that's a good idea, newbie." - He said and exhaled and just at the moment, you leaned down, holding his face in your palms and inhaling the smoke coming out of his lungs. Fran warned you numerous times - shots were far worse than having a joint. But you decided to fuck that. Meanwhile, his eyes concentrated at your almost melted lips, your head bent backward and you exhaled slowly, playing with the smoke with your tongue, cycling it around in your mouth.

What was enough was enough. He maybe was there because of his private business things, but you were a serious number, a hotshot per se. You felt as you stood up bevause he did, your lips still almost locked. You were bat-shit crazy; you knew his name since that very evening and yet you almost climbed him like a mountain.

"Have you changed your mind?" - The warm, almost plushy feeling like warm skin on your lips touched his neck in a fast move, but it was hardly considered as a kiss or so. You just kept him close. That makes the others took notice of you, but nobody said a single word. Whether it was because of Fez or bevause of what Maddy said, it was cool.

"Maybe." - A whisper was delivered right to your ear. You smiled at Rue and Jules who were making out of the sofa, Rue showed you thumbs up and you lead the stoned man into the living room, to the beating heart of the party. Everyone was there, the cringy couples were there, the lonely stoners or fucking drunk people, or the creepy loners. None of them were scaring you off, because you held his fingers in yours with a tight grip.

Ten minutes later, Fezco was fucking sure that you're the sweeter version of the devil just acting all innocent, but having it all in you when you had enough alcohol to drink. You stood in front of him, swaying your lips, moving your head from the side and held his shoulders in your hands, maybe being too harsh with your nails. But he seemed to be into it, so you refused to stop right there.

The time probably slowed down for somebody at the party, seeing your ass bouncing at Fezco's crotch, with a sinful smile on your face, your back arched back and your palms lightly touching him. For them, you would look happy with a sweaty face, rosy cheeks and happy, shining eyes.

Naturally, Fez in your company caught the stare of many. Everyone, probably except you, knew he's dealing on the most of the teen parties because the teen drive for some good trip was fucking huge - but he was never seen doing anything except sitting and smoking weed, sometimes selling a private custom made orders. This was the first time he was seen doing anything else except drinking with the kids.

That made the news spread quickly, but it brought more attention to you, whether you wanted it or not - Maddy was right. The local boys were dicks.

The provocative moves of your ass and hips caught the attention of almost thirty, but your boobs were a killer. And you looked beautiful when you looked back at Fez and smiled when he decided not to leave you alone in it - his eyes gently circled around your hips as he moved with yours. Not in sync - but in the exact opposite direction.

A lot of girls whispered around when you made a spin around, slowly getting down on your knees, riding his right side from his hip down to his feet with your crotch, looking him deep in the eyes, biting your lip and basically dry humping in front of everyone. You looked magical, as your hair fell out of the bun and the red-yellow lights lighted up your moves with a second between appearing again.

It looked like a movie made out of photos.

But nobody took it like if you tried to make yourself cum in front of them - they were used to those dance move from Maddy and Nate who did it all the time on parties or school balls. You were at least somehow dressed - Maddy walked there practically naked on these events daily. But there were other speculations.

What the fuck did you two had together, how did it happen and if you were his girl actually. They didn't ask - they just took you all Lykke Li Late Night Feelings move as an answer.

But you didn't react to any of those looks or words, you just stuck your nails into his leg harder and slowly swayed your hips his direction just you began to stand up. Only if you knew what thing have crossed his mind at that exact moment - but he stopped himself before actually going in with those details because he knew your exact age.

Rue, your best friend of the last three weeks told him about you because he saw the three of you riding a bike together and you truly were cute, especially when you have him a shy smile and those all puppy Y/C eyes. She was curious about how he knew you, but Fez just smiled and didn't answer.

He helped you as you climbed back on your feet, circling your hand around the back of his neck and catching his cheek in your hand as you leaned to kiss him.

And at the moment he knew, he was practically sure that everything will go to shit. You were too drunk to slow down or stop yourself and Fezco didn't want to stop. He could barely image how you tasted, but just as your body hugged his tighter, you closed your eyes and let him tasting every piece of you. Your hips made his move in the rhythm but he felt that you bumped and humped his junk more or less. But he let his palms to travel down your waist to cup your ass tenderly. When you just held him tighter, you felt how the grip on your ass began to be almost unbearably right, holding you in one place.

Any of you knew how long you were there and just made out in the middle of the dance floor, but when you ended, you took his hand out of your ass and walked him to the pool in the back, kicking your speakers on and slowly entered the water still dressed up. Fez stopped you for a minute, so you looked at him with a curious stare. Then, when his flat baby blue eyes still looked unsure, you took off your tank top and threw it in the direction of your sneakers.

You will never have a single idea of how beautiful you were at that moment, when your hair laid on your shoulders, showing him those fuckingly beautiful tits in a brightly red lacy bra and only in Adidas shorts, taking your soaking wet socks down.

"Don't be shy." - You smiled, taking his hoodie off his body, leaving him only in his t-shirt and jeans. You slowly lowered down to your knees, your look heavily indicating that you're imaging his cock down in your throat at that exact moment, but you just took his shoes off. - "Would taking my shorts off help you with deciding?" - You stood up again, but he could easily recognize that you're still drunk as fuck.

"Nah, I'm good." - He went with the stairs by your side, slowly making his body wet. You swam to the middle, taking a swift sweep under the water before ascending back to the surface. You felt as your make-up smudged on your skin and his your had got stuck to your hair, while Fez was still standing next to the steps, watching you as you made few tempos to where he was standing.

"How's the water?" - You whispered, crawling onto his shoulders with your hands, hugging his waist with your legs. Fezco only smiled back, putting his hands to hold your ass again. He liked your ass, you could feel that it's firm, but his fingers could still play with it.

"Fine?" - He answered and smiled a bit when you leaned once again to give him a kiss. This one was passionate, desperate, your teeth sometimes hit each other. You tasted sweet - there was a sign of alcohol, but overall, he could feel only you. He tasted like a weed. But you didn't mind.

He could say that he was totally ok with kissing you in front of everyone. It was nothing too harming for what the others thought of you and he didn't feel like he was getting a benefit of you being drunk. 

That was the last thing you could recall that night. Since the last kiss, it was blurry and black-outed in your head.

[viperbranium]

I know it's just a tag. But "Shut up viper no one cares" I say to myself YES I DO. We love you. We care. x

aklgjñkjdk this is why i miss this place and all of you so much when life forces me to take a step back from it for a while

anon you’re the sweetest ;^; i promise it’s just a tag, haha! it’s not even me being self-deprecating at this point, but this is still so nice of you and i’m crying, so here, have a super dumb thing

He’s still not used to the attention.

Before the serum he barely got any, the notable exception being bullies in back alleys – which wasn’t something Steve ever wanted to attract… and yet.

Now though, he’s hardly ever alone. Less so on days like these, when they just freed another village from HYDRA goons, and all everyone wants is to celebrate and drink and fuck until they can’t think straight.

Steve’s not opposed to any of that. Far from it, really. But he can’t really get drunk anymore, and as for the mindless fucking with some stranger… yes, it’s pragmatic in these times of war, and Steve’s quite familiar with it, but he likes to at least have a conversation first, and no one here looks sober enough for that anymore.

Which is why he’s been trying to leave the pub for the past 2 hours, only to be stopped every single time.

Apparently, celebrating that Captain America kicked Nazi ass requires that Captain America be present. Who would’ve thought.

Desperate for a breather but accepting the fact that he’s not going to be allowed to leave anytime soon, Steve opts for the restroom. He heads towards the small corridor at the far end of the bar, turns a corner… and walks straight into some guy’s chest.

Reaching out has quickly become conditioned response.

Most of the time Steve’s still not fully used to his new body, and not even that long ago he would’ve been sitting on his ass after bumping into some buff guy like this… but he’s already gotten used to that happening to whoever bumps into him now, what with him being a solid wall of muscle and all, so before he can even think of anything he’s reaching out to steady the guy.

Except this guy in particular doesn’t budge one inch upon colliding with him.

This guy, in fact, must be used to this very same thing happening to him as well, because he also reaches out instinctively to hold Steve in place.

This guy, Steve observes as they’re both left holding each other’s biceps kind of awkwardly, is also insanely attractive.

He’s only slightly shorter than him, and not super muscular, but well-built enough to justify him not stumbling back when Steve walked into him – and it’s not like Steve was about to barge into the restroom, really. He’s got dark hair, a clean-shaven, deliciously dimpled-chin, and a pair of icy-blue eyes so intense they make the hairs on Steve’s neck stand. His jawline is strong and sharp, and Steve has to keep himself from outright licking his lips at the sight of him.

He stares at Steve in confusion for a second, and then something seems to dawn on him. When he smiles, playful and sweet and slightly wicked all at once, it sends a shiver down Steve’s spine.

“Captain America…” the guy says, his voice slightly hoarse and as sinful and tempting as the rest of him. “I wasn’t sure you were real. Before tonight, I mean. Kinda hard to miss you tonight,” he adds, and winks at him.

Steve has to swallow around a lump in his throat to be able to articulate anything at all. His hands have dropped slightly, but they’re still resting on this guy’s forearms. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you…” he says awkwardly.

The guy smiles. “Well, ain’t that disappointing,” he says, teasing.

“N-No! I meant just now,” Steve explains, and gestures towards the mirrored end of the corridor. It’s angled in a way that anyone walking towards the restroom should be able to see if someone’s stepping out even before they turn the corner, but Steve was so desperate to get away from all the attention that he somehow hadn’t. He goes on, “I mean, yeah, I haven’t seen you around either, but–”

The man’s soft chuckle thankfully cuts him off. “Don’t worry, I’m just fucking with you,” he says. Steve has to stop himself from licking his lips at the guy’s choice of words. God, he wishes. “I know everyone was keeping you busy. I was actually waiting ‘til they left you alone to come say hi.”

“You should’ve done so anyway,” Steve replies, perhaps a bit too eagerly, but this man’s body language is open and inviting, and, well, Steve can only hope he’s heard the rumors about Captain America and men.

Some of them, Steve’s even started himself. The serum means he rarely gets enough release these days, and he’s never been that great at flirting, so it’s as good a way as any to find out who’d be down for a quick fuck right upon meeting them. Practical and uncomplicated.

Based on the way the guy’s eyes drop to Steve’s lips almost unconsciously, Steve’s willing to bet he probably has heard… and that he’s not entirely opposed.

The guy shrugs. “Figured you were probably a bit overwhelmed. That why you’re running away, right?”

And he’s obviously joking, but Steve still blushes a bit, called out. “Yeah,” he tells him, smiling self-deprecatingly and scratching the back of his neck. “But I love seeing everyone this happy. And,” he adds, letting his gaze roam over the man’s body. Go big or go home. “maybe I wouldn’t be running away if you had dropped by to have a drink with me.”

”That so?” Insanely attractive guy asks, big smirk on his face. Steve takes it as a promising sign. “Well in that case, I guess we should go have that drink. You know, just to keep you company ‘til these guys let you leave. Unless you wanna try fitting that ridiculous chest of yours through the restroom window…” he adds, poking Steve’s pec and biting his lower lip playfully.

Steve laughs and shakes his head. “No, I think I’d rather stick around for a while longer.”

x

Insanely attractive guy’s name is Bucky, and he’s not only attractive but also funny and quick-witted and charming, and with a certain wild air to him that Steve can’t quite explain but that’s driving him completely crazy.

He’s also been leaning right into his space so Steve could hear him over the noise around them – Steve wasn’t about to mention that he has super hearing –, his breath ghosting over Steve’s skin enticingly with every word, and Steve’s about ready to shove him into some wall and kiss him senseless.

It’s 4 drinks before they’re allowed to leave the pub at last.

Bucky’s thigh has been pressed right against Steve’s for the past 40 minutes, and he smells amazingly and Steve wants him. He can’t even remember the last time he wanted someone this much.

When they step outside and Steve asks Bucky if he wants to come with – being Captain America pays off sometimes: Steve has a whole house for himself –, the guy just licks his lips and nods. Steve has to stop himself from dropping to his knees right there.

x

The sex is every bit as good as Steve had anticipated.

Bucky’s mouth is on his the moment the door closes behind them, hot and greedy and claiming, and from that moment, he just doesn’t stop kissing him.

He pushes all of Steve’s buttons in a way that clearly shows he knows what he’s doing, but then writhes under Steve’s touch and begs and moans with a neediness that almost clashes with his obvious expertise.

It feels similar to what the serum does to Steve himself, actually. To how it makes him overly sensitive, but also practically insatiable. And oh, Bucky is insatiable.

Since he got the serum, Steve’s never met anyone with enough stamina to match his own – he wasn’t even sure it was humanly possible –, but Bucky comes after just 5 minutes with his cock in Steve’s mouth, and only moment later he’s hard again and fucking Steve’s brains out, and shortly after, as he rides Steve’s dick, he comes for the third time in under half an hour.

And the night is just starting.

x

In the morning, Steve feels sated in a way he’s never felt before.

His whole body aches, but it’s a pleasant kind of feeling, and he knows it’ll be gone soon enough anyway, as will be the bruises on his neck and chest and the inside of his thighs.

Bucky’s not lying next to him anymore, but Steve was sort of expecting that. This is war, and they’re both men. It would’ve been foolish to expect anything to come out of an encounter such as this one. He briefly laments the fact that there’s not going to be a morning fuck, and buries his face in the pillows to breathe in Bucky’s fading scent as he wraps his fingers around his hardening cock.

Yes, it would’ve been foolish to have any expectations beyond a night of mind-blowing sex, but if every now and then he pleasures himself to the thought of Bucky, well… no one can really blame him.

x

The future is, overall, not that awful.

Sure, it takes some adjusting, and there’s definitely a lot of areas in which humanity hasn’t made much progress, but there’s also some pretty great things about the 21st Century.

Sex toys, for example. Sex toys are fucking spectacular, especially when you’re Steve Rogers and even the most amazing one-night-stands only help quench maybe 30% of your thirst.

Steve lets out a shaky sigh and squirms a bit, trying to get comfortable on his bike seat and already thinking about grabbing his favorite multi-rotating vibrator as soon as he gets home and shoving it inside him as far as it’ll go. Damn, he really should’ve worn that plug.

He adjusts the rear view mirrors, starts the engine… and he hasn’t even moved it completely out of the parking spot when he bumps into something.

Something that lets out a pained noise and then falls to the floor with a thud. Color drains from Steve’s face as he quickly turns the engine off and gets off to help and make sure that the person’s all right.

“Oh my god,” he exclaims, crouching down next to the guy and helping him untangle from his jacket. “I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t see you, oh god, are you okay?”

The guy grunts a bit as he moves to a sitting position, but seems to be mostly in one piece.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry. No big deal,” he says with a hint of resignation in his voice, like he’s somehow used to this happening. Steve goes to protest and to offer taking him to the nearest ER, when the guy throws his head back and runs his hand through his long hair to brush it of his face.

The name is out of his lips before logic can even tell him it’s not possible. “Bucky!?” he asks, and he knows it can’t be him, but the guy looks up at the name, stares right at Steve, and his questioning look quickly morphs into bewilderment.

“Oh… ” he says, recognizing Steve’s face. “Well, fuck.”

x

“Say it again,” Steve asks, still not quite believing any of this is possible.

Bucky, sitting on Steve’s couch and sipping at a cup of Steve’s coffee, lets out a tired sigh and says, “I’m a vampire.”

“Okay,” Steve tells him, trying his damnedest not to freak out. “Okay, so I didn’t hear that wrong. How is that even possible?”

Bucky shrugs. “Got turned a few years before the war,” he explains. “It’s not that big a deal anyway, most of what pop culture says about vampires is wrong. Well, except the not aging part, obviously. And the not being reflected in mirrors. ‘S why you ran me over with your bike.”

“I didn’t run you over,” Steve protests, and then cuts himself off because, yeah, not the point. “You are a vampire!” he repeats.

“Yep,” Bucky says. He looks halfway between miffed and amused. “I don’t know why you’re having so much trouble wrapping your head around this, honestly. You’re not exactly normal yourself.”

Steve wants to argue, but Bucky’s got a point. “Okay, fair.”

At least this explains why Bucky is so inhumanly gorgeous. His hair is longer now, and he looks a bit more rugged and is broader everywhere, but he’s still every single bit as breathtaking as he was in 1945.

It also explains why he’s alive, of course, but Steve’s having trouble focusing on anything beyond how fucking good Bucky looks. Bucky sits back against the couch and spreads his legs just a tad, and memories of their night together come rushing right back into Steve’s mind.

Steve, it turns out, still wants him just as much as he did all those years ago. It’s not as pathetic as it sounds when it’s only been a couple years for you, not over seventy.

“Y’know,” Bucky says after a few minutes, “when they found you in the ice, I was sure that was a PR stunt,” he licks his lips and then gives Steve a pointed look. “If I’d known it was you, I would’ve tried to find you. I would’ve said something.”

Steve perks up. “Yeah?” he asks, and okay, maybe it really isn’t that pathetic. Maybe Bucky finds it just as hard to get a good, satisfying fuck as Steve does. Bucky just grins in response, so Steve lets his gaze fall pointedly to Bucky’s lips and scoots a bit closer on the couch. He says, “I was thinking maybe you didn’t wanna see me… You did leave before morning back in ‘45.”

“The morning light hurts my skin,” Bucky tells him as he moves to straddle Steve’s lap.

“I have very good blinds,” Steve informs, resting his hands on Bucky’s hips.

Bucky smiles impishly and kisses him.

[namjoonchronicles]

cry me a river | nj

➤ pairing: namjoon x you x hoseok ➤ summary: a trip back to memory lane had you asking yourself, if things didn’t turn out to be what it is today, how would things be different? a story of regret. of breaking a heart that was namjoon’s.

“Choose!” He screamed. And in the depth of your heart, you knew that it is easier said than done. And with your uncalled silence, Namjoon dug his fingers into his skull, both hands in his hair, spun around in a circle. Tears spilling on either side of his eyes, turning his back to you.

Namjoon is heartbroken. And that was because of you. 

The sky is the only witness. This rooftop that brought you both happiness as long as you knew it, is becoming the only place you will avoid to come to. But today, after so many years, you decided to come back. Because ever since you left, you felt that you’ve been living a half of your heart instead of a whole. 

The breeze washing against your face made you smile, even though thinly. It’s been awhile since you felt that. The feeling of freedom. You have been putting yourself in an invisible cage for so long, you forgot that you still have a chance to be you. You snapped your eyes open when the thought of him suddenly rushed in. The stifle in his voice when he was so hurt, and how it breaks, as he spoke.  

Your eyes prickling with unplanned tears. “…Would you have still loved me the same if I chose differently?” That was what you wanted to ask him all these years. If you had chosen Namjoon, would he be able to love you the same way he did all these while? Young and clueless about life. You were in no hurry back then. You treated everyone the same way, thinking that it was the normal way to treat people, only to gain interest from two guys at the same time. You don’t doubt the feelings you have with Namjoon; this fluttery, bubbly kind of feeling whenever he comes around or when he looks up at you when you’re talking, to give you attention. There’s once, in the library when he said, in the early moment of your acquaintance, “…You don’t give eye contacts. I want to see you. Look at me a little longer.” He rested his chin on his wrist, almost child-like smile spread across his face, sending you to an awkward ball of flush. 

Maybe studying with Namjoon was a mistake. You two clicked so well, people thought you were a couple. Only that you’re not. Strictly friends. You can never go beyond that. You can’t picture yourself being in a relationship, and yet you go to grocery shopping with Namjoon like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

In, comes Hoseok. 

“If you keep doing the weird head rolling thing, you’ll twist a knot further.” A smile as bright as day, you thought a sun had walked in. “Are you feeling toasty being the only one sitting by a large window, on the floor, reading? Are you drying yourself?” He joked and you unknowingly smiled. “I had neck-strains from sitting too long.” You gushed, oddly comfortable. Hoseok shake his head, a tutted his tongue. “Do you mind?” He placed his hand behind his neck and made a massaging motion, “…I’m pretty good.” 

‘Pretty good’ was an understatement. Hoseok fingers are incredible. The way that it is thin and languid, but strong and firm, sends bliss all over your nerve endings and knots. You become so addicted to his fingers, that you met him every day just to get some massages. “Where are you running off to, this time?” 

Namjoon caught you by the arm, firm but gently as you pass him. You flashed him a bright smile, and told him you’ll call him, even when you didn’t. Collecting books in your arm, you shoved everything in your bag, along with your pencil case. This brought suspicions to Namjoon who knew well enough to know that you wouldn’t be as clumsy as this, unless something is on your mind. 

To you, Namjoon is the guy women get married to. He is dependable, pays attention to details and hella charming. You unknowingly do couple-things together, and felt no need to feel awkward. Namjoon’s the one you go to embassies to, do paper works, study with and experience lazy strolls. Namjoon kissed you, and it felt natural. It’s like two pieces of puzzle finding home in each other. “I would like us to be more than just this.” He said to you, cuddling up in the sofa, at his place. And when he said it, you thought of Hoseok. Because the massaging sessions you had with him, turned into something else; once too many times, in the while you were seeing Namjoon. 

You watched Hoseok sleep beside you, serene and spent. The muscle under his skin moving as he keeps his breathing slow. You can’t help placing your hand on his face, as you stared at him. Fixing his bangs, floaty touches around his bare shoulders, wondering if it’s wrong to feel so right? You brushed the side of your face, leaning towards his sleeping body, and lightly kissed the tiny patch of skin that joins his jaw and earlobe, whispering gently, “I have to go…” And Hoseok mumbles something back that sounded like, “No, don’t go.” But you gave him butterfly kisses along his jawline, down his nose and ended on his lips. You felt his rough veiny arm sliding down your hipline lazily, but you raised them by the wrist, to let him know that you can’t stall any longer.

After putting your clothes, you took your phone that’s laying faced down on the floor with its screen smashed because Hoseok literally knocked them out of your hand last night. The battery died by morning. Gulping, you naturally thought of Namjoon. You usually do when things like these happened. Every night spent with Hoseok, the morning is filled with Namjoon. It is no lie that you feel like rubbish. How could you to around with this two guys like this. How about disappearing and never come back? Your heart can’t even decide who you loved more. Namjoon and Hoseok together is one perfect guy, to you. You twisted the knob to Hoseok’s main door and shut them gently behind you, as you walked out only to find Namjoon leaning against the wall of the opposite side of the hall.

He had his cap on, and all you could see is his lips. His hands in his jacket. “Let’s talk.” He brought you to the roof and waited for you to come. Even held the door for you. He threw his head back, looking at the blue morning sky that is annoyingly gorgeous on this saddening day. “How long…?” He spat, grumbling low, while all you could see is his wide shoulders. “I’m not sure.” You said, shakily. Namjoon jutted his chin, and nodded, while kicking air. “Here I am thinking that you were really studying alone, putting my full trust on you, and being on your own. Even letting you use my transportation card because I know you need to commute between town and the campus all the time.” Namjoon dug his tongue in cheek, looking down, bobbing his head up and down. “…But no, you’re busy sitting on someone else’s dick.” He scoffed bitterly.

“Don’t put it that way!” You raised your voice and he roared right back at you, “How else would I put it!”

Namjoon towered you until he got your back pressed to the metal door to the storage room on the rooftop. “The fact that you get offended by the words I say, suggest that you may have been a bipolar bitch, and isn’t it strange? You’ve been thirsty and you find someone to quench your thirst? Do you like what he did to you? Did you go careful and tell him not to mark you because I’ll find out?  So you could continue doing this behind my back?” He hissed. His face merely inches away from yours, his warm breath fanning your skin and you could feel your shame looming from within you. “It wasn’t like that. What have I done?” You tilt your head back, thud to the metal door when you finally realized what you’ll lose after this conversation. 

Namjoon stepped back from you, his eyes daring you. “Hoseok…” You began to explain, only to be hushed by Namjoon, “Say that name one more time, and see what I’ll do.” Namjoon took his cap and threw it to the side before he lunges to you, grabbing your face to kiss you desperately, pouring everything he has in it. Your skulls pressed to the metal door behind you as his thigh went in between your legs while you struggle to take his kiss the way he delivers it so differently than usual. He shoved his tongue in you despite your resistance and your tears spilling on each side of your cheek. “…Stop hurting me. You’re hurting me.” He wasn’t, but you were honestly scared of what he’ll do. 

He gruffly walked away before stopping midway. The swing of his leg fell short as he dug both hands in his hair. “Fuck, I tasted him in you.” The breeze struck him and he realised there was a smudged cold airy substance on the side of his face, to notice that it was your tears when he wiped them off. He spun to face you only to see you crouching to the floor, “You cried? How could you cry when I’m supposed to do that?”

There isn’t a why. There isn’t a reason why. You don’t know why you did it. It just did.

“Choose!” He screamed. And in the depth of your heart, you knew that it is easier said than done. And with your uncalled silence, Namjoon dug his fingers into his skull, both hands in his hair, spun around in a circle. Tears spilling on either side of his eyes, turning his back to you.

Namjoon is heartbroken. And that was because of you. 

Bringing yourself up to your feet, weakly. You stood with tear-stained face. 

Showing Namjoon the answer he didn’t want to hear with your glassy eyes and quivering lips; a complete silence that suggest indecisiveness. A trail of blood pooling small by your lips from what Namjoon did. “Cry me a river.” He said after throwing a vengeful punch to the metal door, leaving it dented, to disappear down the staircase. 

It remains as the worst day in your life, but you couldn’t help remembering how emotionless you felt after Namjoon left. It’s like he took a huge chunk out of you when he walked out of your life. His words stung you, and remains in the farthest part of your subconscious mind that it leaves no day left behind without you hearing them in your ear when you wake up alone in the middle of your bed, beading sweats on your forehead and down your chest. You will never find a kiss like Namjoon ever again. “I can’t cry you a river. I am the river.” You said. 

The door behind creaked open and you ran to hide behind a wall. Black long sleeved, turtleneck, blonde hair with an undercut, he had full-rimmed black glasses on and black fitted pants. He laid his palm on each side on the handrails before hanging his head low at the view of the street below. He sighed. He chews his lips and clearly, he was filled with unbearable thoughts. The breeze blew your hair and Namjoon stood straight at it. He recognised the scent of the shampoos. He snapped his head to the direction of it and saw you trying to tie your hair up in a bun, in a hurry. His eyes flutter at the sight of you, someone he hadn’t seen for so long. You pressed your lips together, feeling the familiar brittle in your heart, like you did that day, and it seems like, your missing emotions are back now that Namjoon is here.

“How’s…life?” He greeted.

You shot your eyes down and chuckled lightly, before gazing up at him with glassy vision, “…Perk up your ears because you’re going to hear some lies; I’m fine. And I will not provide you further explanations.” Namjoon couldn’t look away. It’s hard to believe that after so many years, you would be here, the same spot he left you behind. A little bit older, a bit more mature. Your eyes shot down to his fingers and saw a metal ring on his index finger. As if he read your thought, he shoved them inside his pants pockets, clearing his throat, “Now that you have your answers, what are you going to do about it?”

What does he mean by that? You being back here is pretty obvious no? 

“I came here to leave you the real answer to your question. The question I never got to properly answer.” You slapped a smile on your face. “Only know I love you when I let you go.” A single tear dropped down your cheek, making a trail down your chin. “…And Hoseok?” He asked, after hesitating several times. 

You shake your head. “Life without you is very difficult, and I crumble at every little thing that reminds me of you, and this was the first time I cried in a very long time. I think I’m broken…” Namjoon approached you in lazy steps, hearing every words you spill the way he usually listens to you. His eyes flicker and he pulled your head to his chest, massaging your scalp as you whimpered and cried. The metal ring around his index finger, dug in your hair, sending his fingers disappearing in them. 

The metal ring you gave him.

[luciferismyhomeboy]

On the Brink - Chapter 7

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Pairings: Lucifer x You

Warnings: Mild swearing. A little bit of angst. 

Author’s Note: I got a little carried away with this one. Special thanks to @dekahg for the idea for this chapter. Enjoy!

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A week later, the big SUV rolled into a small Alaskan town just over the border. You were going stir crazy having been in the vehicle for 8 days now and wanted nothing more than to never see the inside of a car again. You jumped out before the wheels stopped turning and walked a few paces away. You studied the small, rundown motel you all were going to be staying at while you hunted the alpha werewolf. You had stayed in some shoddy places before, but you thought this really took the cake. You vaguely wondered if it was vacant and if you were going to be squatting there before you saw the one light on in the dingy office. It shined dully in the dark night.

Mick stepped up next to you and smiled. You smiled back at him. True to his word, Mick had been the perfect gentleman on your second date. And on your third and fourth one as well. You were genuinely having fun with the British man. He was a nice break from the hustle and bustle of everything else.

“Some help would be nice.” Dean’s gruff voice cut through the night.

You turned to see him and Ketch grabbing some bags out of the SUV’s trunk. Sam was trudging towards the office and Lucifer was just leaning against the vehicle, looking off into the distance. You sighed and went to help your brother.

The archangel hadn’t changed his mind at all in the week since he said he was done with you. He wouldn’t speak to you or even look in your direction. It was like you didn’t exist to him and it was starting to get under your skin. You hadn’t done anything wrong, but you knew that didn’t really matter. Angels were hard to figure out at the best of times, and Lucifer was especially complicated. If he wanted to be done with you, so be it. You had better things to do than worry about a moody archangel.

The research began as soon as all the bags were moved into the rooms. The whole group was gathered in the room you were sharing with Sam and Dean (they wouldn’t pay for you to have your own room - dicks), and everyone had their laptops out, or were looking through books.

You were sitting on your bed, a book opened on your lap while Mick reclined next to you with his laptop. Even so often while he was thinking, he would absent-mindedly rub your leg or your arm. You didn’t think he meant anything by it as he just naturally just seemed to be very touchy-feely, but it was driving you crazy, and not in a good way You had a thing about personal space and while you could technically be termed as “dating”, you still didn’t like it. Eventually, after one long moment where his hand had just rested on your leg before he began to type again, you hopped to your feet.

“I need some air,” You stated as four pairs of eyes looked up at you. You noticed Lucifer’s icy gaze was looking out the window, purposefully avoiding you, but you didn’t care. You had to get out of that room.

You stepped out into the chilly Alaskan night and closed the door tightly behind you. The parking lot was deserted except for the SUV and there was no one on the road. The tiny town all seemed to sleeping, which was appropriate considering it was about 2 in the morning. That’s when you realized you were finally alone. A smile broke out on your face. You hadn’t been alone in over a week and it felt so freeing.

Still grinning, you set off down the road, just reveling in the fact that you were finally alone. You walked about a mile down the road before turning off on a trailhead that would run a loop through the forest according to the map on a sign at the turnoff. The trail ran about 3 miles and was very clearly marked, so it was easy going. You figured you had gone about 2 miles down the trail when a chilly breeze began to blow. The forest was dark and silent, so there was no mistaking the voice that spoke out from behind you.

“Now what would a Winchester be doing here?”

You whirled around to see a tall woman standing about fifteen feet away, dressed in business casual attire. Her eyes flashed blue.

“Going for a walk, what’s it look like?” You asked, your tone lazy. “The real question is, what is an angel doing out here?”

She chuckled. “The name is Serus. And I’m hunting, much like you.”

“I very much doubt that you and I are hunting the same thing, Serus.” You said gruffly. “Why don’t you cut the bullshit and tell me what you want.”

She crossed her arms. “Lucifer.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Huh?”

“You heard me.” She scowled. “I want Lucifer.”

“What for?”

“He belongs in the Cage. My brethren and I are going to make sure he goes back there.”

“And what makes you think I know where he is?” You asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Please. We caught one of Crowley’s dogs. We know about the two of you.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know where Lucifer is. You’re barking up the wrong tree here.”

“So what happened after your brothers freed you then? They just let him go?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “I didn’t ask, they didn’t tell.”

“Oh how militant of you.” She said, her eyes narrowing. “Too bad. I was planning on letting you go, but now I think I’ll take you hostage. Maybe the brothers Winchester will be willing to trade.”

You shrugged and pulled an angel blade out of your jacket pocket, where you always kept it. “You can try, Serus, but I don’t think it’ll go very well for you.”

She cocked an eyebrow, her own blade sliding out of her sleeve. “Or maybe I’ll just kill you instead.”

Serus took a step towards you and your grip tightened on your blade.

“Or,” A voice rang out. “We could all just get along.”

Serus whirled around and you could see Lucifer standing several feet behind her. The moonlight cut through the trees, giving his hair a silvery glow. The sight of him bathed in the glowing light took your breath away despite the circumstances. He was truly beautiful.

Serus didn’t waste any time. She leapt towards him swiftly and silently, her lips peeled back in a terrible sneer. Lucifer was quicker though, despite not having access to his powers. A second later, he was in between you and Serus, facing the latter.

“Let’s talk about this, Serus.” He said calmly.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” She snarled. “You’re going back where you belong, Deceiver.”

“Nope. I’m not. But I’m giving you the chance to walk away. I suggest you take it.”

She flung herself at him again, her blade flying through the air. Lucifer went to sidestep her again, but this time she was expecting it and changed her angle of attack. You moved without conscious thought, stepping quickly in front of the archangel and shoving him backwards. You brought up your blade in an underhand arc, plunging the tip into her ribcage. At the same time, her blade plunged downwards right under your left shoulder. You screamed as the blade went all the way through and ripped out the other side.

Serus was screaming too, blue light pouring from every orifice as she died. Her vessel dropped to the ground and you dimly recognized the dark shadow of wings spreading out from her back across the ground.

Bitch, you thought.

Your knees buckled and you sank to the ground. The angel blade was burning in your shoulder and you knew that if it had gone any lower, you would have been dead immediately. You grasped the handle protruding from your body, steeled yourself, and yanked. The blade was firmly lodged and didn’t budge, but you almost immediately passed out from the pain. You fell onto your side, feeling your strength starting to fade. You had felt this before, many times, in Crowley’s dungeon. You would be blacking out any second now.

“Y/N!” You heard a frantic cry, but you were fading fast. Your vision began to darken and the last thing you saw before slipping into unconsciousness was a pair of icy blue eyes looking down at you with all the fear in the world.

The first thing you noticed was that your mouth felt like cotton. The second thing was that your head was pounding.

“Water,” You croaked.

You felt a cup being held up to your lips a second later and you drank the cool liquid greedily. Once you had quenched your thirst, you opened your eyes.

You were in a hospital, hooked up to at least a billion different machines. Sam, who had given you the water, sat by your side. The lines in his face were deep and you could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. Dean stood leaning against the wall a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked even worse than Sam.

You smiled at the two of them. “Hey.”

Dean scowled. “What the hell were you doing in the middle of the damn woods, Y/N?”

Sam scowled at him, but you answered.

“Just taking a walk, Dean.” Your voice was raspy, but strong. “That’s all.”

He clenched his jaw and stalked out of the room angrily. Sam watched him go, then looked back at you.

“He’ll be okay.” He said.

“I know.” You gave him a small smile. “He’s just angry because he couldn’t help me.”

Sam took a deep breath. “That, and we just got you back, Y/N. I know we haven’t talked about it much, but we were both really worried about you for that year. We had no idea where you were, we thought you had just run off somewhere to live a normal life. You talked about it sometimes and we thought that’s what had happened. But…then we found out you had been tortured the whole time. And we hadn’t been looking for you. I know you’re going to say that it’s not our fault, but it’s still a weight we carry around every day. You’re our little sister. We’re supposed to protect you and we’ve failed twice now.”

“Sam. I’m a Hunter. Torture and angel blades in the shoulder are occupational hazards that I’ve accepted.”

He gave a small nod. “That doesn’t mean we’ve accepted them for you, Y/N.”

You pushed the button on your bed so that you were sitting up. “You don’t have to,” You said kindly. “It’s my life, you big bozo.”

Sam smiled and some of the cloud over his eyes seemed to dissipate. “I better go check on Dean.”

You watched as he left, then laid your head back on your pillow and closed your eyes. You weren’t sure how long you were out before the change in temperature woke you. The room was suddenly ice cold. You shivered and pulled the flimsy hospital blanket up to your chin. You opened your eyes a crack and saw Lucifer’s form sitting next to you in the chair that Sam had vacated.

“It’s a little cold in here,” You said, your teeth chattering.

He said nothing, but the room heated up quickly. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He sat there hunched over, his hooded gaze on you. It was a little unnerving.

“Um…hi.” You said. He still said nothing, merely stared at you. “Staring is rude, you know.”

His gaze finally dropped and he took a deep breath. He whispered something.

“What?” You asked.

“An inch.” He said, raising his voice. “An inch from your heart. That’s how close the blade was.”

“Ah, well, guess I can say it literally missed it by an inch.” You quipped, trying to hide how much that information shook you.

His gaze snapped back up to you. “You’re making jokes?” He asked in a low voice.

You lifted your good shoulder in a half shrug. “What else can I do?”

“How about not leap in front of a blade that was meant for me?” He shouted, startling you.

“You would rather I let you die?” You asked incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“I had a plan!” He said, leaping to his feet.

“Did your plan include getting stabbed to death with an angel blade?” You shot back angrily. “Because that’s what was going to happen!”

He glared at you, breathing heavily, his hands on his hips. “So you getting stabbed instead was better?”

“Uh, yeah!” You said pointedly. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not dead!”

“But you could have been,” He said, clearly frustrated. “One inch lower-”

“But I’m not.” You said firmly, interrupting him. “And neither are you. That’s a win in my book.”

He clenched his jaw, but sat back down in the chair. All the fight seemed to go out of him in an instant. He leaned against the bed, his arm and hand resting lightly on the mattress.

You studied him for a moment before asking the question you really wanted to know the answer to. “So what were you doing out there? Were you following me?”

“I was just out for a walk.” He said, not looking at you.

“You stalker.” You said, a little playfully. “You think I can’t handle myself?”

He looked at you and cocked an eyebrow. “Apparently not.”

“Pfft I had her handled. Piece of cake. Until you showed up.”

“You were outside alone at night in an area where the alpha werewolf is running around murdering people. You really think I’d let you wander off alone?”

“Aha! So you were following me!”

He sighed. “You’re impossible.”

You merely smiled. You were beginning to feel sleepy again. “I knew you still cared about me.”

He looked startled. “Who said that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please.”

He was silent a moment and you could feel sleep dragging you ever closer.

“You’re right.” He said lowly. “I do still care.”

A funny warmth began to spread through your body, making you giddy and content all at the same time. You didn’t think it had to do with the pain meds they were giving you.

“It’s okay,” You said, peaking at him from the corner of your eye. You couldn’t open them fully anymore. “I still care about you too.”

You moved your hand over to where his was resting and squeezed it lightly. He looked up at you in surprise. You thought you could see something else there too, something that looked like…hope? But that could have been the meds. Either way, you felt his cool hand turn and clasp yours tightly, as if he were afraid you would float away. And in a way, you were floating.

“Don’t leave me again,” You mumbled, hardly aware of what you were saying.

His other hand wrapped around yours and you felt his cool lips touch your fingers. You heard him whisper, “Never.”

And the blackness took you once more.

The next time you opened your eyes, your mind felt clearer. You knew the doctors were beginning to cut back on the meds. Hopefully you would be discharged soon.

Mick sat next to your bed, reading a lore book.

“You shouldn’t really be reading that in public.” You said.

He looked up at you and grinned. “You’re awake.”

“How astute of you.” You said, grinning back.

“Well, darling, my astuteness is what I’m known for.” He stood and leaned over to kiss you. He straightened afterwards and looked down at you. “I was worried about you.”

“I’m a hunter, Mick. This sort of thing comes with the territory.”

He nodded, but still looked a little forlorn.

You smiled up at him. “Think about this way. Now I have to stay back at the motel HQ with you instead of going after the alpha.”

He gave you a small smile. “I’d rather you were whole again, dear.”

“And I will be.” You said. “It’ll just take some time. I’ve had worse than this, believe me.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. Now, when am I being discharged?”

“Doctor said today. If you were feeling up to it.”

“Thank goodness.” You said. “I am more than feeling up to it. Is everyone else back at the motel?”

He nodded, then looked away. You knew something was bothering him.

“Out with it.” You said. “Spill it, Mick.”

He looked at you and sighed. “It’s mad.”

“Just ask.”

He sat back down and looked at you with apprehension. His voice was soft when he spoke. “Why were you and Lucifer out there alone?”

“We weren’t. Well, I mean, we were, but I thought I was alone.”

“So you didn’t plan it then?” You could see he wasn’t being accusatory. You could also see that he was afraid of the answer.

“No,” You said. “I didn’t plan alone time with Lucifer. I went for a walk and he followed me. That’s all.”

Mick gave a small nod. “Okay. Sure, okay.”

You cocked your head, curious. “Why would you think we had planned it?”

“I’m not sure.” He said, shrugging. “It just has seemed to me that you two have some sort of…connection, I suppose, and I was worried about it.”

Maybe he should be worried about it, a small voice inside your head said.

“I’m not going to deny that there’s a connection between us,” You said kindly, ignoring the stupid voice. “We shared the same cell for months. But that’s all it is. Mick, I’m dating you. No one else.”

He didn’t look completely convinced though and you couldn’t blame him. There was something between you and the archangel that you couldn’t identify. The more you wanted to pull away from him, the more you were pushed back towards him. And apparently it was the same for him.

You were discharged from the hospital, your arm in a sling to keep you from moving it, and Mick drove you back to the motel. You walked in to your room to find your brothers, Ketch, and Lucifer all sprawled out around the room. Ketch was sleeping on the couch while your brothers were sleeping on one of the beds. Lucifer was reclined lazily on the other bed and he cracked an eye as you walked in.

“About time.” He said dryly.

“Sorry, the doctors were really busy today,” You said sarcastically. “Something about having other patients.”

His mouth quirked up slightly in the corner and you knew he was happy you were back. You walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Lucifer quickly moved over so that there was more room on the blanket and you leaned back against the pillows gratefully. It was the same as before, in the cell. The cooler air around the archangel seemed to soothe your throbbing shoulder.

“Ahhhh,” You breathed, closing your eyes.

“Can I get you anything, love?” Mick asked. You opened your eyes to see Mick eyeing Lucifer. But the archangel’s gaze was on you.

“No, I’m fine. I just need to rest a bit more.”

“Alright.” Mick sat at the small table in the corner of the room. Its surface was littered with lore books and newspaper clippings. “I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

You snuggled down further into the bed and felt the temperature around Lucifer drop a few more degrees. The throbbing in your shoulder subsided even more and you sighed in relief.

“I’ll be right here too,” Lucifer said lowly, so that only you could hear.

You smiled and drifted off to sleep.

[seanfiction]

Take you home

Fandom: Ties of Lapis

Pairing: Marcius/Tir-Atheer

Warnings: BDSM

Rating: NSFW, there’s dicks going places

AU: human world

Inspiration: Cal’s gorgeous art

“There goes the most beautiful ass in the city,” Marcius mused as he watched him leave the club over the rim of his glass.

Other than being bereft of the magnificent visuals of said butt Marcius was having a splendid time; the club was the kind where Vitus hated having to pick him up from. It was in the worst part of town that no one with his home address should have to set foot in and it didn't help that Marcius rarely if ever went home alone.

To be fair though, that last part was true for just about any place. Marcius had a permanent one-sided bet going that Vitus refused to participate in, stating that he could get laid literally anywhere and so far he hadn't lost.

However, that didn't mean he couldn't mourn the loss of Eska's ass that he had enjoyed starring at since any closer contact had not been encouraged. Marcius didn't mind doing some chasing but he rather liked coming out in one piece at the end.

Marcius was about to get a refill when one was pressed into his hand accompanied by a slender body slipping onto his lap. The boy smiled and pulled Marcius' free hand around to his own butt that was very nice indeed. Marcius raised an eyebrow at the explicit offer.

“And to what do I owe this particular pleasure?”

The boy's teeth seemed very white against his lips as he grinned even wider. “Your good tasted in asses. I totally agree. That one is a masterpiece. Someone should take pictures.”

The amount of mischief in his eyes should have been illegal. Marcius gave the boy's butt a squeeze and felt with delight that he ground his body down against Marcius' in return.

“Hmm, yeah,” he made with definite approval. “Although, if you want me to contemplate other people's assets you need to stop being so beautifully distracting.”

He was rewarded with laughter as the boy leaned in closer. He was so close that Marcius could feel his warm breath against his lips, hovering near by, just shy of touching.

“You could take me home and get real distracted, how 'bout that?”

Marcius could feel the boy growing hard against him, his tight pants did nothing to hide his condition from anyone, much less someone who was as close to him as Marcius was right now. Blindly leaving his untouched new drink on the table Marcius reached up to tangle his hand in the boy's thick dreadlocks; they were of a rich dark brown, dyed bright blue at the tips that glowed in the club's black light. Marcius used his grip on the boy's hair to hold his head still, just firm enough to show his intention, not to actually hurt.

“Let me kiss you?” he asked instead of a reply to the boy's suggestion.

The boy nodded and Marcius thought – almost thought – there was a second of disappointment at how easy his hand in the boy's hair followed his movement instead of holding him still. “Yes, yes!” he agreed impatiently and Marcius went for it.

Vitus' expression was perfectly neutral as he brought up the car and opened the door for Marcius and his companion. It wasn't that he hadn't been perfectly capable of doing that for himself. It was probably more because they were making out against the side of the car like horny teenagers and Vitus might once have said something along the lines of it being a very nice car that didn't deserve to be treated that way.

It didn't matter.

They were on their way home and Marcius had his hands under Tir's tight shirt finding out just how sensitive his nipples were and how much he wanted – needed – Marcius to pinch them between his fingers.

“Keep going– harder! Yes, like that... ah! Fuck! I'm gonna cream my pants if you keep this up! No, don't stop, don't, do that – yes!”

Tir was so open and vocal with his feedback that Marcius instinctively wanted to give him everything he asked for. He loved it when his partners communicated their desires and Tir was a pro at that. He had his arms around Marcius' neck and even though Marcius didn't even have his hand on his dick he seemed unbelievably close to coming just from having his tongue sucked into Marcius' mouth as he was pressed against a car and from having his nipples played with on a leather backseat.

Marcius wasn't too far behind, almost painfully hard in his slacks and increasingly infected with Tir's wonderful impatience and urgency.

“I'll be so good for you, I promise, just give me this first, please...!” Tir whined and begged and pleaded and god forbid if he wasn't the prettiest little thing while doing it.

Marcius shoved up Tir's shirt and with his hands around his waist lifted him up just enough so he could lick the abused nub, suck it and, to the delighted moan turned scream of his partner, bite down on it.

Tir held Marcius' head close to his chest so he could feel his heaving breaths and elated heartbeat as Tir was slowly coming down from his orgasm. He lowered himself back to comfortably straddling Marcius' lap although those pants were pretty much ruined and were probably less than pleasant to wear at this point.

Tir quite obviously didn't care. He pressed up close and kissed along his jaw, humming with amusement at the tickling of the beginning of his beard. His hand was teasing the prominent bulge in Marcius' pants and about a second later Marcius was extremely glad for the very accommodating foot space that allowed Tir to easily slip down between his legs and to unabashedly mouth his cock through the fabric of his pants.

Marcius moaned with appreciation and combed through Tir's hair once more, putting more force behind it than before.

“I wanna suck you so bad,” Tir said without lifting his mouth from Marcius' crotch, “Wanna have your cock so deep down my throat that I choke on it.” He grinned in reaction Marcius' groan and pressed his soft mouth harder against Marcius' dick. “Make me swallow all of it, like you bought me in a back alley...”

Marcius laughed breathily and made a hard fist in Tir's hair, much to the boy's delight. He arched his neck and leaned into the contact. It was easy to see what kind of game Tir was playing and Marcius was only too willing to go along with it. “Such a greedy boy,” the arousal in his voice made it sound more like a compliment than a reprimand. He dragged his fingers across Tir's kiss bruised lips and hummed approvingly when Tir licked them, gasped when he bit down ever so slightly. “Yeah, okay, anything you want.”

It was an easy promise to make.

Vitus silently walked with them into the elevator that went up to Marcius' flat. Someone had to carry his briefcase and whatnot because Marcius himself was busy carrying Tir, who had his legs wrapped around Marcius' waist so they could kiss each other's breath away.

“He's so well behaved,” Tir stage whispered next to Marcius' ear, slightly out of breath and intentionally loud enough that Vitus would have to hear him. “Can we have him? Please?”

Marcius nuzzled Tir's neck and watched Vitus roll his eyes. That last part made him chuckle. “No. He's off limits; believe me, I've tried.”

Tir's laughter followed them out of the elevator and into the flat.

Marcius then admittedly lost track of his faithful assistant – he'd leave important work related stuff in his office along with illuminating notes, he always did – because the moment they were through the door Tir pressed him up against the nearest wall and went to his knees in one fluid motion.

“Remember your promise,” he said with a challenging smile, hands already busy opening Marcius' pants.

Marcius would have liked to say he held back at first but Tir's mouth really just begged to be fucked and so he did, right then and there, hardly two feet into his flat, uncaring of anything but the wet heat around his dick and the appreciative moans Tir made.

It couldn't have taken long till he came down Tir's throat and the boy swallowed it all with an eagerness usually resolved for men dying of thirst in the desert.

They were both silent for a few moments, busy catching their breath. Tir stayed on his knees, head leaned against Marcius' thigh and one hand lazily wrapped around his calf. It was peaceful, in a way that couldn't last, but it was nice while it did.

It started out harmlessly.

“Water?” Marcius had asked and Tir had followed him to the kitched area that opened into the living room. He only realized Tir hadn't followed him all the way when he turned back from the fridge, water bottle in hand.

“Oh,” he said, smiling. “I meant to put that away.”

Tir stood by the door where, on a small table, lay an array of black leather straps, hardly recognizable for what they were. Next to them sat a set of cans and rags used to tend to the leather, to keep them soft and shiny.

Tir picked up one of the pieces, a contraption meant to gag the wearer.

“Don't,” he said softly. “Put it on me.”

Marcius came up to him, handing Tir the water bottle and taking the gag from him in return.

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

Marcius couldn't help but smile.

“Alright.”

Marcius lead Tir to his bedroom, a spacious room with an equally spacious bed that lent itself to be used for the interactions of more than just two people. He had carried the leather straps himself and now laid them out on the sheets, much to Tir's delight.

He ran his hands along the harness that would go around his entire torso as well as his arms.

“What would you like me to do?” Marcius asked, observing Tir's actions carefully.

Tir shrugged, grinning. “Tie me up? Obviously?”

Marcius tipped up Tir's chin, almost as if to kiss him. “And beyond that?”

“Whatever, I dunno.”

“I think you do.”

Tir molded himself to Marcius' body, hands on his chest and feeling him up slowly. “Yeah, I really do,” he admitted.

“Tell me.”

Tir pulled him down a bit by the collar of his shirt so he could whisper against his ear. “Hold me still, let me struggle. Fuck me like a cheap whore! Make me shut up when I beg. I want the blindfold, too. Let me have it all!”

Marcius hummed his agreement and picked up the harness to help Tir into it, and undertaking that would have been much easier had Tir not sqirmed against him as if to prove how hard the prospect of bondage made him.

“I won't be getting anywhere if you keep that up,” Marcius commented not without amusement.

Tir didn't seem to care. He looked up at Marcius with a grin. A challenge, Marcius thought. And he could work with that.

Letting go of the harness he drove his hand up into Tir's wild locks and took a firm hold of them, bending back his head into an angle that had to be slightly painful, judging by the gasp that escaped the boy's mouth.

“Hold. Still,” he demanded in a tone of voice that spoke of his military past. He schooled his features into something that held authority, all the while scanning the boy for signals of pleasure or honest dislike.

But there was no struggle, no fight, and the grin had made way for pure bliss on Tir's face.

“I'm going to gag you – as you requested – but I might change my mind later, so I want to know your words.”

Tir chuckled despite the uncomfortable position. “All proper now...!” he teased but shut up when Marcius' grip on his hair tightened. “It's 'ghost'. Just the one.”

Marcius waited for a moment before he allowed the single safeword. He preferred two, one to slow down and one to stop, but in this case, he figured, one was fine. “Very well.”

He let go of Tir to secure the leather harness and this time the boy held perfectly still, almost eerily so. He pulled the straps tight and closed the buckles, always making sure there was just enough leeway to prevent an injury. Tir practically preened under the attention, going so far as to moan softly whenever Marcius' hands touched his bare skin.

Finally Marcius tipped up Tir's chin and pressed his thumb against his plush lips. “Open up,” he said and, when Tir obeyed immediately, “good boy.”

Tir's hips bucked forward violently at those words, clinging to Marcius with an iron grip of his petite hands. His pink tongue darted out to meet Marcius' fingers and to welcome the bite piece into his mouth. The straps holding it in place were fastened behind Tir's head and Marcius petted him when he was done. “There, well done.”

A sound like a mewl came from behind the gag and this time Tir couldn't hold back, rubbing his erection against Marcius' still clothed thigh. “Ah,” Marcius made in understanding. “Not just yet, boy. You'll have to bear it for now.”

He circled Tir, extending one hand to touch him at all times, never quite letting go, and he noted with pleasure how Tir leaned into even the smallest touches. He stopped behind him, trailing his fingers along Tir's arms.

“I'm going to tie your arms behind your back now,” he announced with the same strict voice he had employed earlier and he could practically see the shiver it sent down Tir's back. He leaned down to mouth along Tir's neck up to his ear. “I'll see to it that they're tight and firm, so you can struggle all you want, to no avail.”

Tir moaned deep in his throat but willingly presented his arms to be tied behind his back where they attached to the harness. The black leather was quilted with a white top-stitch that made for a gorgeous contrast against Tir's warm brown skin. Marcius couldn't have picked a better set had he bought it specifically for him.

“Look at you,” he murmured fondly. “Kneel for me boy.”

Tir went to his knees in one fluid motion, so quickly that he seemed to reach the floor before the words had completely left Marcius' mouth.

Marcius reached for the blindfold. It was made of similar looking black leather, but was overall softer so it would mold itself to Tir's face. Marcius cupped Tir's head from behind, tilting it back ever so slightly. “Close your eyes.”

The boy obeyed beautifully, miraculously, Marcius thought. It was such a pleasure to see him like this, such a gift to be granted. The blue make-up around his eyes was the same bright color as the tips of his hair and Marcius was careful not to smudge it as he lowered the blindfold and fixed it in place.

It was risky, the game they were playing. They hardly knew each other, had little reason to trust each other enough to hand over control like this, to be handed such power over another person. But Marcius understood the urge that drove Tir all too well and he knew the game well enough to do this, especially under such unusual circumstances.

And he did have a good read on the boy.

“I haven't forgotten my promise,” he announced. 'Anything you want,' he had said and he intended to make good on his word.

Marcius took a deep breath, let silence and anticipation sit between them for a few long heartbeats. Then he placed one hand around Tir's neck from behind, applying no pleasure but hinting at what could be. It was all hypothetical, but that hardly mattered.

“Get up.”

Tir followed the instruction quickly but Marcius didn't wait to praise him this time. He'd have to work harder for that now. Instead he manhandled him onto the bed, listening for the now familiar sounds of pleasure behind the gag. He didn't even have to order Tir to kneel, the boy did so with little more than a few guiding touches. He raised his ass wantonly, pressing his face down against the sheets.

“What a sight you are.”

Tir answered that by wriggling his ass. The audacity! Marcius almost laughed and instead rewarded him with a firm slap to the offending cheeks.

“Behave yourself,” he warned and thought it a miracle that he managed to sound strict instead of immensely pleased. The sounds Tir made were positively intoxicating, a man could get drunk on that!

He picked up the tube of lubricant from the nightstand, coating his fingers with the slippery liquid. He pressed lightly against Tir's opening, telling without words what was to come, but the warning was entirely unnecessary as Tir only pressed back impatiently.

Marcius leaned over the boy who was breathing heavily at this point. His cock was hard and leaking precome all over the sheets, his mouth was working hard on the mouth piece. He was beautiful. Slowly Marcius breached the small body and it took him in without much resistance. Tirs hips moved incessantly, urging him on and Marcius was quite willing to give him what he yearned for.

Even gagged and blindfolded it was easy to see what Tir wanted, to read his desires off his body. And yet–

Three fingers deep into Tir's ass he withdrew without further warning and pulled Tir back by the harness. Feeling the constraints on his body Tir leaned into it, straining against the ties that held him in position, feeling them out.

Marcius reached up and loosened the straps of the gag and Tir let it fall from between his lips. He worked his mouth for a few seconds, then turned towards Marcius with a grin.

“Missed the back chat?” he challened, then moaned with appreciation when Marcius pulled him close.

“Missed that mouth alright,” he corrected, “so I suggest you make use of it and kiss me.”

The grin widened. “Yes, sir,” he said and went for it. He missed at first, playing kisses instead on Marcius' jaw and cheeks but quickly finding his goal and licking his way into Marcius' mouth.

Even as he did that Marcius' fingers were back at his entrance and Tir let out a breathless “yes” when he pushed in once more.

Tir rode Marcius' hand mercilessly, greedily. And he talked whenever Marcius wasn't shutting him up otherwise.

“Mm, yes, please, right there, oh god, you need to... mmh, just there...!”

Marcius let him have his way for a little longer, then he withdrew, just when Tir's movements threatened to become erratic. The boy whimpered in protest but shut up when Marcius sat back and pulled Tir with him, only to make him hover just over his cock. He struggled against Marcius' grip, but he had a good grip on him, thanks to the harness Tir had insisted on wearing.

“Ask me for it,” he ordered, then added: “Nicely.”

Tir groaned in frustration, he could feel Marcius' dick against his ass, close but not enough.

“Please,” he began, his voice high and trembling. “You can't leave me hanging now, I'm so close–“

“Try harder!” Marcius urged him, mouth right next to the boy's ear, teeth scrapping against the soft skin.

“Hnng... god, please, I need... I promise I'll be good, so good, for you, just please would you... pretty please, would you just fuck me already?”

“One day,” Marcius began slowly, busy coating his own cock in lubricant, “I will take my time with you.”

He aligned his cock and started pushing upwards, making sure Tir wouldn't speed things up on his own. Marcius felt his breath get faster, felt the wonderful tight heat around himself as he entered Tir deeper.

“I'll be slow, oh so slow with you. It'll take all day.”

Marcius finally allowed Tir to sink all the way down, heard him keen and felt him shiver with pleasure.

“And I'll break you, the way you want to – ah! – the way you need to!”

He cupped Tir's face in one hand and the boy leaned into him without thought. His eyes were still hidden behind the blindfold but Marcius could read him regardless. His mouth hang open, offering his every sound to Marcius as a gift.

“I'll hold you,” he kept on talking even as he fucked upwards into Tir's pliant body, “and I'll put you back together in the end.”

They were close, oh so close, both of them. They fell into a matching rhythm with an ease that should have been impossible for two people who hardly knew each other, but there it was and Marcius thought he could feel the moment he sent Tir flying. Not just physically, but in his head.

He relaxed so utterly and completely in his arms, a sign of trust truer than the willingness with which he had let Marcius tie him up. One last push sent him over the edge, splattering his come over both of their chests.

Marcius wasn't quite sure how long they remained like this: locked together, equally breathless, still equally caught up in what they had done.

Or rather, what they were still doing.

Marcius gasped in surprise when Tir suddenly contracted around him and the smirk on the boy's lips was exactly what it looked like: a signal that the game was almost over.

“Let me see you,” he said simply and Marcius swiftly removed the blindfold.

Tir blinked, then smiled.

“One more thing,” the boy whispered and kissed him, then began to ride him once more. His thoughts shivered with exhaustion but he shook his head when Marcius attempted to support him. “No. This is for you.”

And it really, truly was. Accepting Tir's offer for what it was Marcius let him ride him to completion, screaming out loud when he came inside the boy.

Only then did Tir allow himself to sink against Marcius' chest, never minding the mess between them.

“Was it good for you, too, darling?” he mumbled, then began to snicker uncontrollably.

Marcius laughed with him and held him, petting his hair, his shoulders, praising him wordlessly.

[scarlett-carson]

Its funny, but not in a HA HA HA kind of way

things have been...all over the godsdamn place of late ive been busy ive been broken ive been, a bit under construction of late. there was a bit of a phoenixing going on behind the scenes and maybe not everyone knew it. or maybe they did and i am not as lowkey as i fancy myself to be sometimes. there was a bit of a semi-public accidental crash recently, so... it doesnt matter. no, i mean it totally matters but thats...not the point of this recently, i went on vacation. there was a road trip with my sister and it was all kinds of things. it was, above all....FUCKING NECESSARY but. to the point of this post:: we were driving back from a week in daytona and it was the middle of the night and we were talking about things and stuff and nonsense and serious stuff and bullshit and like...everything...because that is kind of this thing that we do sometimes and shes had kind of a rough go in her own way and i think we both sort of needed a quality 3am talk about what one wants to do when they realize they dont have to camp out at rock bottom anymore and that there are options beyond "idk, just not die i guess" and in all of the talk about all of the things, she asked me why i stopped writing. (because she is a cunt and kind of a sadist) i dont have an answer for that i have a list of like...bullshit excuses for why i dont write depression lack of focus nothing to say impostor syndrome "i cant i have rehearsal" etc etc etc but i didnt have an ANSWER in that moment but i did tell her that recently, id been thinking a whole lot about how i miss doing slam and spoken word. that even if i dont have the stamina to write longform anything, doesnt mean i dont have things to say and that maybe it would be a way to get my legs back under me but i dont know because its been a really REALLY long time and what if i dont know how anymore and the rules have changed and like nothing i have to say is interesting to anyone else or like what if there is something i feel deep all the way into my marrow, but like someone else can say it better? this bitch has the audacity to pull over to the side of the road. like in the middle of fucking NOWHERE mountainsville, kentucky or wherever the fuck we were...and goes "so, its funny you should mention THAT. its funny, but not in a HA HA HA kind of way. i have to show you this thing. but its going to kick you in the face. long dramatic pause, because she knows just a little bit too much about my life possibly twice" ...and then shows me the following spoken word piece on her spotify playlist: ~~~~~~~ **We never promised each other much, we were always just kind of touch and go. as if we knew we'd know that somehow we'd grow differently. so we did and we do and none of this is to say that it wasn't worth going through or that i care any less about you. shoulders to lean on are hard to come by. I know because there were times I would have broken my own neck just so that I'd have one of my own to cry on. And I remember when each finger was a pawn moving slowly across the chessboard of your body and we made each game last. Passed up each avenue of attack because neither one of us were trying to win So how do we begin again when that feels like now and this feels like then? When all I can do is tell you "if you've got something that needs saying, tonight I'm paying dues." I've got a pocket full of blues and two pennies to rub together Which means I'm wealthy enough that I can finally afford to pay attention. I'm listening. And I know right now I'm somehow like that kid sitting in math class, terribly aware of his first boner. It's hard. But difficulty has never been a good enough reason to describe the effort it takes to make the good times and the memories worth having. And they were and they are and I wouldn't have come this far if you weren't worth the sleepless nights where abandoned appetites of a heart, now rail-thin, because of the constant hunger strikes. In your absence, I'm finding value, because what starves you carves you, and I'm chipping away the rough edges of a statue built to memorialize everything we've been through. And when I'm done, I'm gonna set it against the backdrop of the sun and stare just no matter where I go, it'll always be etched into the back of my mind, stenciled in behind whatever future I have left to find. Maybe we were never meant to last. Maybe we're only meant to reflect fondly upon a past where we cast ourselves in the lead role of a one-year sitcom. One that had the critics standing, while putting hand to palm, in an ovation we're still getting curtain calls for. And the stage floor was a graveyard for the freshly cut roses that we waded through to take our bows and say thank you. It was beautiful. And it was and it is and none of it was ever show-biz. But we were waiting for lights to dim on a stage where we set ourselves to music. As if the swelling violins could ever mimic the hidden moments found in the theatre where we kept audiences stapled to their seats. And they watched us, looking for vacancies they could occupy in the spaces between our heartbeats, as if silence was a room for rent, and we both went "shh." But the beats themselves: they were loud enough to drown out the applause. And we laughed at the ushers left looking in the aisles for the dropped jaws of patrons who still can't believe we took time to find beauty in the flaws we possess. That there's only something better to be found in allowing our collective damage to coalesce. And all we confess of ourselves forever is that we will make it through this. We're gonna make it through this, like a big-ass jug of kool-aid with legs and arms busting through a brick wall to quench the thirst of our loneliness and say "fuck yeah." Yes, I miss you. When I'm not looking, the softest parts of me will issue restraining orders. Not the kind that define borders or boundaries; these are the kind that will keep me in place when I ask "please, call me when you get there." Because every somewhere I go to, is just another place that reminds me I miss you. And my broken heart is where I keep the scar-tissue that I used to dry my eyes when a tear tries to make a break for it. I've built my eyelids into an Alcatraz, where every prisoner has a parole board meeting scheduled for yesterday. And they played dominoes until time comes full circle, like a sunrise, and today tries to set them free because they'll be locked up here until I let them go, until it's safe to let you know you're my best friend. And that some things end so that other things can begin. Sometimes an ending can be an origin. That history is a resin that can keep two people stuck together, that change can be a tether if you let it. I'll always want to kiss you. Or touch you. Or do that thing that drives you crazy. And by that, I mean you literally go crazy when I call you "cranky pants." Sorry, but it makes me laugh. And that's important to someone who's given more than half of their life to tragedy. I keep your side of the bed empty with a just-in-case mentality of that hope's middle name is maybe and maybe you miss me too. One day, you and I are going to make it through this. And we'll look back and we'll realize that we have, and we did, promise. PROMISE--shane koyczan** ~~~~~ go ahead and take a minute take all the time you need because i needed fucking 20 minutes and i am pretty sure i stopped breathing we sat there in dead silence at almost 4 am on a dark as mountain road and she just held my hand while silent tears fell out of my stupid fucking face. because, like she knew she would be... she was not wrong. she was so very very not wrong. i got back to chicago on monday i have spent the last few days (still not writing) debating like...what to do with this. do i post it on Other Social Media? do i text a youtube link? do i tag everyone who crossed my mind as i listened to it the first time? (for the record, it is probably exactly who you expect, AND...other people you wouldnt so, there's been some unpacking too like "why them, though") do i sit in the corner of my shower and just cry about it for a while until it shifts from "pathetic" to "cathardic" and do i even remember where that line IS anymore? and like...sure i could direct send it but would they even read it? would they get it? would they understand? ...does it fucking matter what they think? and in all of the debating and unpacking i realized one thing: not really, no. things that resonate with ME, wont always register with Person X--certainly not always in the same way--and like...that is kind of okay, actually they dont have to get it its not for them its my thing other people will think its pretty cool, though and i can show them and those people will get excited...it only becomes problematic when Person X disregards that it resonates at all that is a dick move and like...if i, as a person. as a fucking force with which to be reckoned...resonate with so many people WHY should i keep trying to share that resonance with people who just kind of "meh" about it when i could just show it to the other people who think its pretty cool. so fuck it i will put it here and people can see it and they can think that its pretty cool or "meh" and thats ok but i should probably stop being my own Problematic Person X...