#tired of all the weird worship I see at every turn for these two

[murderluv23]

Literally the only "good" thing about Stolitz is Loona getting the possible chance to be a big sister. But even then, we'd just be exposing poor Octavia to another toxic marriage (and one that already ruined her first family mind you), and then Loona having to now put up the whole step parent drama. Them being honorary sisters separate from this mess would work much better.

[rafesslxt]

✧.* 𝑻𝑶𝑴 𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵

[ aftercare ] ― If you two are in a relationship he would kinda worship you – like I don‘t see him being in a relationship with just "some" girl so when he settles for one she is THE one – so he would clean you up after sex and make sure you‘re ok and have everything you need

[ body part ] ― I see him with a smaller girl (not weight but height) and he kinda loves that you just reach up to his chest or shoulders and he can look down at your titties from above HAHHAHAH

[ cum ] ― Tom would come so fast when he has you under control somehow and you submitting to it completly moaning his name and do as he says - seeing his cum dripping out of you is a big ego boost

[ desires ] ― he wouldn‘t show but it turns him on when you act like a brat and talk back so he knows he has a reason to punish you

[ experience ] ― he would have experience here and there but not too much since he‘s more laid back and I think many girls would he more afraid of him or not like that cold side of his

[ first time ] ― his first time would likely be all about him and his needs - expect if he‘s with his girlfriend and she‘s a virgin too

[ grooming ] ― i see him completly shaved can‘t explain why tho

[ horny ] ― his sex drive is high but not as high or important to him like the rest of the slytherin boys - he would try to hide it a little to not seem too weak or out of his control

[ intimacy ] ― he‘s not the biggest romantic but if he really loves you he would try here and there "don‘t dare to tell this anyone."

[ joker ] ―bro idk what u say but he‘s 100% not joking during sex and If you would you would get a strange look from him

[ kinks ] ― omg literally everything that has to do with control - breeding kink, controlling your mind while having sex, tying you up to the bed or your hands behind your back while pounding into you from behind. He loves choking you, punishing you, teasing you, slight pain kink, orgasm denial on you, edging you

[ locations ] ― he‘s not a pda type so he prefers to do it in the bedroom where you are safe from anyone seeing you naked

[ masturbation ] ― he doesn‘t do it that often only if he‘s single and the pressure get‘s too much or he can‘t think straight anymore due his horniness

[ no go ] ― he‘s not into submitting to you

[ oral ] ― Tom would prefer receiving but also give sometimes knowing you love it so he would only do it If you were a very good girl

[ positions ] ― you over every possible furniture with him fucking into you from behind and holding your hands back. He would love If there is a mirror in front of you two so you could see him fucking and controlling you.

[ quickies ] ― he would to them here and there but not often cause he enjoys taking his time with you.

[ rounds ] ― his stanima would be good but not as good as the once from the boys who do quidditch. He‘s not that active so I think 2 rounds and then a little break

[ secrets ] ― i think he secretly loves your teasing in public and your dirty whispers into his ear even tho he says he hates it since it‘s not appropriate

[ toys ] ― he doesn‘t use them neither on you or himself and if he ever catches you with one you‘re in for a loooong night

[ underwear ] ― his favorite color on you is green especially when you‘re from another house and "betray" your color

[ volume ] ― he‘s not too vocal, just a few groans and grunts when you squeeze around him or come on his cock - you on the other hand are vocal and he loves it to hear you moan his name and beg him

[ watch ] ― he would NEVER want to watch someone other have sex with you and also not you touching yourself. If he ever catched you doing that he would punish you

[ xxx ] ― he wouldn‘t watch porn and I think he would find it weird

[ yearning ] ― he would lure them in with his charming and good talking skills so he wouldn‘t even have to do much he just has to find one who isnt scared or shy

[ zzz ] ― not too tired but also not full of energy. He would read a few pages to you before he falls asleep after you

[ you don‘t have to agree this is the way I see Tom, you can have another opinion and still be right ]

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xoxo sarah <3

[lxvemaze]

hi you! i’m back again ♥️ how about skz ot8 where reader is taller than him?

i always see ones where reader is shorter etc but as a 5’8” girlie i’m only shorter than Seungmin, LeeKnow & Hyunjin 💀

thank you bby, your 🦇 anon

🦇 anon, i LOVE YOU. as a 6'0 girl, i am so tired of fics where the reader is tiny and itty bitty and changbin and bangchan dwarf her 💀 like, nothing against people who portray reader like that, but it feels so weird to read like, "changbin towers over your tiny body" bc i am literally half a foot taller than him. it feels kinda stupid, but it honestly makes me feel kind of like, undesirable? like, it feels soooo dunb to say, but the fact that there's like, no "tall girl representation" lowkey makes me feel kinda shitty. so, here you go!!! this one is dedicated to all my fellow tall queens❤️

skz with a tall!s/o !

pairing: ot8 x tall!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: one or two suggestive comments, nothing too much

⚝bangchan:

lemme tell you, this man LOVES having a taller girlfriend. it's like, a point of pride for him. he loves it when he can easily spot you in a crowd and make his way over to you. also, he would be hard-pressed to admit it, but this man LIVES to be the small spoon. he's busy all day taking care of his six kids, at the end of the day, he just wants to go home and be cuddled by his beautiful tall girlfriend. he loves when he's introducing you to other people (especially men), and you're just like, towering over them, and he's like "this is my girl :3" he just feels so proud when other men look up at you with their mouths agape bc they never would've expected bangchan's girlfriend to be THAT tall. i think he likes knowing that men are too scared to approach you, so he has nothing to worry about. i didn't say this but he also likes the fact that even though you're taller than him he can still pin you down. SAY WHATTTT????

⚝leeknow:

for minho, i think he outwardly acts like he doesn't care, but he secretly really likes being with a taller girl. like, on the outside, he's like, "yeah, whatever. she's taller than me, so what?" but on the inside, whenever he's standing next to you, (especially if you're wearing heels) and he turns to look at you and sees you looking down and smiling at him, trust that he is FIGHTING the urge to start blushing and giggling. tbh, i don't think he'd even let you know exactly how much he loves your height difference. i think he's too like, idk, nervous?? to say it?? obviously, you know he loves you, but i think that he would keep just how much he loves it to himself.

⚝changbin:

changbin is another of the boys that would loudly and proudly love his tall girlfriend. bonus points if you're also a gym rat. this is a man that would love to show you off at any and every occasion. like, he is PROUD that he managed to bag a tall queen. like, he relishes in the fact that you could throw around any of his members. probably jokes about having you come over and beat them up if they're annoying him. and he LOOOVES the fact that even though you're taller than him, he can still pick you up and... you know, do whatever. he knows that you as a tall girl, tend to get seen as a more domineering and dominant person just bc you're tall, (especially if you're also athletic) so he loooves to treat you like the pretty princess you are, and remind you just how beautiful you are.

⚝hyunjin:

tbh, i think that hyunjin might be the one that loves having a tall girlfriend the most. like, bangchan and changbin think it's really cool, minho gets all giggly over it, but hyunjin is quite literally obsessed with you. he treats you like you hang the moon and the stars- like you're his own personal goddess sent down from the heavens for him to worship. you become his muse, his deity, everything he draws, paints, and writes becomes related to you in some way. he's a fairly tall guy himself, so when he first met you, he was just absolutely awestruck. you would never feel insecure about being the taller one in the relationship, bc he would constantly be reminding you just how much he loves it.

⚝han:

i think jisung is second only to hyunjin when it comes to loving his tall girl. he relishes in the fact that you can reach the top shelf of the cupboard without having to go on your tippy toes. he loves it when you guys go out to a party or something, and you're just talking in a small group, and jisung is not listening at all- he's just staring up at you like "(●´ω｀●)" he doesn't even care when the others tease him for being shorter than you, bc he really genuinely loves the fact that you're taller than him. (he would ironically say "uppies" and then immediately gag bc that is such a fucking cringe thing to say)

⚝felix:

honestly, i think felix is one of the few that just wouldn't really care if you were taller or shorter than him. like, i really just think that he wouldn't care about it at all. early on in the relationship, you'd express to him that you felt a bit insecure over the fact that you're noticeably taller than him, and he's just like "???what???", bc the thought that you might care about the difference was just so???? like??? the thought genuinely just hadn't crossed his mind. after you told him about your insecurities, he'd start occasionally reassuring and complimenting you on your height, your long legs, how elegant your height made you look, etc. because although he really doesn't care about the fact that you're taller than him, he wants you to secure in your height and relationship.

⚝seungmin:

i think people like to peg seungmin as the nonchalant, chill, doesn't really care much type boyfriend, but I SAY OTHERWISE. i think that in public, he's definitely very nonchalant, acts like he doesn't really care about the height difference, and just brushes off any comments about it. but in PRIVATE??? bro is ALL OVER THAT. he is so in love with your height, he feels so giddy when you kiss the top of his head, or stand behind him to help him reach something from the top shelf. omg, it makes him feel so silly and giggly. he would NEVER let the other guys see how giggly he gets around you, so it's just your little secret how much he loves your height.

⚝jeongin:

to be COMPLETELY HONEST, i think jeongin would be hesitant to date a taller girl at first. it's not that he's insecure about his height or anything, he just always would've thought that he'd be more into girls that are shorter than him. or like, he just didn't wanna feel like a little kid while walking with his girlfriend. it's not that he was against tall girls or anything, he'd just never been really interested in any taller girls before you came around. i think in the earlier days of your relationship, he was still a bit put-off by the fact that you're like, definitely noticeably taller than him and there's no way he can say you're not. but tbh i think chris was just like, "Bro, she cannot change her height, either get over it or break up." and that knocked some sense into him, and now he thinks your height difference is really cute.

thank you so much for reading, ily all!!!

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 26

part 1 | part 25 | ao3

cw: period-typical homophobia, recreational drug/alcohol use

He’s marching over the grass with a couple of varsity guys; two on his left, two on his right; V-formation like a flock of geese. Jason's at the head of the group, self-assured purpose of a leader, and it’s weird, seeing this little runt all grown up. The kid used to worship Steve; used to follow him around practices like a lost puppy, called him Captain before he’d even earned the role.

“Is this freak bothering you?” Jason asks. His voice is harsh, winded, winding up for a fight. Steve can see it in his stance: the tightening of his jaw, the clench of his friends’ fists. Plant your feet.

Steve’s gotta shut this shit down before it goes where it always does. Smashed plates, broken bones. All pissing contests flow toward the ocean or whatever.

“Nah, man,” he answers, standing up to dust himself off. The coke zips under his skin, makes him jittery and hot. Hard to play it cool. “We’re good. Busted my ass on the rocks; Munson was just helping me up.”

Munson. Like they’re buddies. Like Eddie’s thumb isn’t still damp from Steve’s tongue.

Jason doesn't seem to buy it. Little pastor-cop in training, he narrows his eyes and turns on Eddie. “Were you following him, Freak?”

Eddie's eyes flash in warning, a muscle jumping in his jaw. Steve shifts his weight to stand in front of him, and his fingers twitch around empty air. He wishes he had his nail bat with him; kind of wants to glue the handle to his palm.

Never know when monsters will come crawling out of the woods.

"Well?" Jason barks, "Answer me!"

His lackeys all pipe up then, the guy to his right sneering, "Not so talkative without his lunch table to stand on, is he?"

"Look at him shaking," adds another.

"Think he was trying to do some Satanic ritual shit while no one was looking?"

"I don't know," says the guy on Jason's left. "Looked like they were sucking each other off to me. Hey, maybe Harrington’s turned fag.”

“Andy!” Jason warns, and Steve—

Steve staggers forward with three arrows in his chest. One for every letter of that stupid fucking word that's been haunting him for years; raging fire in a black box in the far reaches of his brain, belching thick, black smoke, singing his fingertips whenever he gets close enough to touch it.

He wonders if Andy can taste the sulfur in it, too.

“No, go on,” he seethes, voice deadly calm when he lays a hand on Andy’s chest. Steeple his fingers, tips his chin. “Say it again; don't think I heard you right.”

Andy swallows hard, grinds his teeth; tenses to square off for the fight, but Jason throws an arm in front of him. "Easy," he says.

Easy. Down boy.

Andy snarls and backs off.

Jason lowers his voice, searching Steve's face. "You sure you're good? Can't be too careful with..."

His gaze slides over Steve's shoulder, his nose wrinkling in disgust. Steve's never wanted to risk a concussion more. "I'm fine," he grits out, balking at the diplomatic bullshit that's about to slither from his mouth. "Really. Thanks, though, man; appreciate you looking out for me."

Jason gives him a serious nod. "Any time."

—

“So, uh…” Eddie squints at Steve once Jason and his goons run along. His arms are hugged tight around his middle, and he's biting his lip; nervous jiggle of his leg. “How, um— How are we playing this, exactly?”

Steve scrubs at his face; swoons where he stands. Feels like all the blood's drained out of him without the adrenaline to prop him up. Goddamn, he's still so drunk. “Playing what?” he asks, confused.

Whatever it is, it’s already been played, hasn’t it?

Fight’s over; Steve’s exhausted. He just wants to go home.

But then Eddie shakes his head and tuts softly at the ground, his expression gone sour and sad, and there it is again. That feeling that Steve’s fucking everything up somehow.

He’s so tired of that feeling.

Slowly, so slowly, he reaches out a hand. Skims Eddie's side; leather jacket, bony hip, and then he hooks his pinky finger into the belt loop of his jeans. Tugs, just a little. Not hard enough to topple him, just—

Enough.

He hopes.

—

part 27

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[m1d-45]

GASP I had another idea. What if, since Xiao now knows who the real Creator is, he prays the them and not the faker on the throne? And when he next visits the creator as a bird, they are excitedly showing him a new bit of power they suddenly got, not knowing that it was his own faith that restored a bit of their glory??? -sibling anon, who is just vibing with this idea like it's a rubix cube

combined this ask w your other one, and sorry this is kinda late/reads weird. been busy and i am tired 👍

word count: 723

xiao knows the one on the throne isn’t his god, and his curiosity about you has turned into conviction.

you’re his creator. you have to be.

you’re soft where they’re harsh, you gently pet his feathers where they snap out orders. he knows he’s only one against many, he knows he doesn’t stand a chance and giving you the worship and praise you deserve, but… he tries.

he’s forfeited all but basic politeness to the fraud, limiting his interactions with them and instead spending his time with you. he spends more time in his bird form than human, at this point, curled into your side as you wander liyue. he takes patrols where you are to keep the others away from you, always ‘just missing’ wherever you are. sometimes he brings you things in return for your eternal kindness, hiding things as a human to lead you to them as a bird.

your bird. your little songbird, perched on your finger as you flip over the coin of mora he brought you with a smile. perhaps he should be ashamed, that an adeptus such as him is reduced to eating from another’s palm, but he’s not. not when it’s you. not when he finds your image the one in his mind when he’s in danger, not when he finds himself defending liyue in your name, not when he makes offerings to you instead of the fraud.

your little bird, your xiao. he knows he can’t do enough on his own, he knows that his small acts of protection aren’t nearly what you deserve, but…

as he flies across liyue, a coin of mora clutched in his claws, he hopes that it will help you in places he can’t.

he lets out a call when he spots you walking between the trees, tucking into a dive. you turn, the same smile on your face as every time that you see him, and he lands in your hand, the coolness of the coin contrasting with the warmth from your hand.

“little friend! welcome back, pretty bird.”

he chirps back at you, settling in the curve of your hand as you pick up the coin he brought you. however, instead of telling him about your day, or continuing on your walk, you reached for the branch of a nearby berry bush—thankfully, one that was edible, though you didn’t go for the fully grown ones instead, you pulled off a small part of a branch with a flowering bud on it.

“look, i learned how to do something new today!”

he chirped, moving closer to your wrist to watch your actions. you held the branch between two of your fingers and carefully brushed over the flower, something green sparking under the pad of your thumb. as he watched, the small bud bloomed, a bright red berry sprouting at impossible speeds.

something like a yelp left him in surprise, his wings puffing up as he tried to make sense of it, and your attention quickly shifted from the branch.

you moved him up and cooed nothing at him, unaware of how far xiao’s mind was from the situation.

you had made the plant bloom. dendro had answered your call, when he knew for certain that nothing had bent to your will when he’d first found you.

he knew being near you was calming—it was why you were constantly surrounded by birds and butterflies, it was how he was clued in to your divinity, at first. the way his karma seemed to settle and fade- even now, his shock washing away under your touch over his wings.

something featherlight pressed to the top of his head and he blinked himself from his thoughts, looking up to see you pulling away.

you don’t say a word, carefully plucking the berry from its stem with one hand. in your other, xiao is frozen again, this time for an entirely different reason. his forehead is alight, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, the problem of your blossoming godhood pushed aside and buried.

you put the fresh berry in your other hand, in front of xiao, and he dipped his head to nip at it.

blessed is he who partakes in the divine.

[eremosjournal]

Confirmation or Child Wedding

an Anonymous Contribution

I just played music at what I hope is my last Confirmation mass. And for all the Catholics and ex-Catholics not talking about it, Confirmation mass is a strange fucking phenomenon, right? Though I could go on for hours, I just want to bring up one thing. 

Confirmation mass feels a lot like a cultish child wedding. From the girls’ perspective specifically. 

A group of thirteen-year-old girls, all in pure white dresses. An older man anoints their heads with oil while touching their faces. Two of these girls bring baskets of fruit to the altar during the preparation of the gifts (it’s giving… dowry). They commit their lives to a man (the cult leader himself) whose teachings they are not to question, and at whose feet they are told to worship. All wrapped up in a coming of age ritual. 

***

Years ago on a Confirmation retreat, I was assigned the “girl’s talk”. For those who don’t know, the girl’s talk will almost always involve some kind of message regarding the importance of virginity and otherwise moral purity for Catholic girls. But in an attempt to avoid this topic (partly because I was tired of it and partly because I genuinely liked sex and didn’t feel like lying), I thought I would give a whole presentation comparing their upcoming Confirmation to a big white wedding. 

All the aesthetic parts of a wedding were there: the church, the flowers, the white dresses. But thematically, I feel my presentation got away from me. In my Catholic delusion, I implied that - at the end of the big wedding-y Confirmation mass, their “spouse” would be God. I, of all people, was telling a bunch of teenage girls to marry God. I was only four or so years older than most of these girls, and I cringe to think of how weird and misled my girl’s talk was. That is, if they even remembered it. At this point, I myself have repressed most of the nonsense I spewed in my time as a youth leader. But I remember very keenly one thing I said during this girl’s talk:

“You don’t have to find a man who loves you so much he would die for you. Because I know one who already did.”

I literally want to throw up just reading that. It’s certainly a compelling line, and I remember it sticking with a lot of people. But that’s the power of organized religion. It artificially inseminates people - sinful, flawed people like myself - with the power to say pretty much whatever they want. We’re all sinful and flawed, so why was I up on a stage propagating purity and devotion when I could have been reassuring these girls that sin and flaw don’t make them bad people? This seems to be a recurring theme in Catholicism: having every opportunity to relate and connect with one another in our innate human faults, and instead leveraging that moment to bring guilt and insecurity upon others. 

If I could go back and give that talk again, I would keep the first half of what I said and probably scrap everything else. You don’t have to find a man who loves you so much he would die for you. Find yourself. You’re sixteen. Your Confirmation will not and should not be like a wedding. It will be crowded and long and forgettable. And you will not marry God. I’m embarrassed to think that I was so far up the church’s ass that the best, most prized celebration I could think of for a girl was a wedding. 

I remember wondering, as I was talking and talking on that retreat, if I was even making sense. But I was so turned on by my own conviction that I didn’t even stop to check if I believed what I was saying. I hope those girls I was preaching to are smarter than I was, that they stop to check if they believe what they’re saying. I hope they see themselves as more than lost brides. And I hope they find themselves, whether that involves faith or not. 

I’m tired of not talking about the archaic traditions that the church still practices and upholds. Sure, there is power in tradition and ritual, but at what cost.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #22 - Motel Room]

“When Jungkook and Taehyung make a sextape in a motel room.”

Pairing: Biker!Jungkook x Biker!Taehyung

Genre: Smut 

Warnings: sub!Taehyung, dom!Jungkook, slutty!Tae, making of a sextape, safe anal sex in a motel room, blowjobs, anal fingering, use of anal beads & buttplugs, tattoo & piercing worship, body worship, mutual stripping, multiple positions, strength & muscle kink, it’s just two very hot guys making a sextape there is no brain behind this story, but also some emotional talk because it’s me duh

Wordcount: 12.1k

a/n: So here it finally is, the long awaited motel room drabble hohoho. Writing this sent me on a different plane of existence 🥵🥵 I truly hope that it can exceed you guys’ expectations 👁👅👁

Taehyung returns from the vending machine just in time to listen to Jungkook ending the phone call. 

"Sleep tight sweetheart. I love you so much and a million kisses." 

Taehyung watches Jungkook’s face light up as you answer him. 

"I will", a giggle, "love you baby. Bye bye." 

Jungkook ends the phone call then, sighing with a smile on his lips. 

The door falls into its lock. 

Jungkook turns his head, his eyes locking on Taehyung's hands. Taehyung is busy kicking off his boots. He hadn’t put them on properly before leaving the room so it is easy to kick them off. Then he shrugs off his leather jacket, which he had placed merely over his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor.

"I see you were successful", Jungkook says. 

"Yup I was. Also got sour gummies." 

"Nice, we can share if you wanna." 

"Sure, let's do that."

Taehyung walks back to the bed and claims the empty side next to Jungkook. He hands him his can of coke and opens his own a second later. They slurp on the sugary drink for a while, sharing silence. 

It was a rainy night. Outside the roads gave off that typical sound they always make from tires driving over their wet surface. Taehyung watched the road for a while when Jungkook was busy talking with you, drinking in the view of the passing cars and the neon lights reflecting in the puddles. He can still see the neon lights from the bed. Red and pink. They are shining into the room, painting everything in this weird, almost otherworldly light. 

The mattress is hard. Jungkook said he likes it. Taehyung doesn’t. He'll have a difficult time falling asleep tonight. The lingering smell of wet carpet wasn’t helping either. It was already present when they entered their room for the first time one hour ago. Jungkook tried getting it out by opening the small window next to the television, but that only helped partially. It was stuck to everything, every surface, the walls, the wood, even the sheets, they all were soaked in the smell. 

They had neighbours upstairs. They could hear them fuck. Loudly for that matter. They started just this moment, disturbing the precious silence.

"Jesus fucking christ", Taehyung murmurs, lifting his gaze to the ceiling. 

"Yeah what the fuck", Jungkook agrees, tilting his head up. 

It was rhythmic. Their headboard hits the wall repeatedly and the mattress squeaks loudly. Also the woman was wailing in pleasure. Her partner just left out the occasional groan, which let them know that they were a man.

"You think she's actually enjoying it?" Jungkook asks. 

"She sure sounds like it", Taehyung answers him and lowers his gaze again. He takes a sip of his coke, places the can between his legs and reaches into the pocket of his leather pants to retrieve the package of sour gummies. 

The bag opens messily, spilling some of the sour powder on Taehyung's pants. 

"Fuck", he curses under his breath, cleaning off his thigh. Then he bops one of the gummies into his mouth and offers Jungkook one. 

"Thanks", Jungkook says. He takes it in in its entirety and pulls a grimace, "that’s sour goddamn." 

"Right? I have so much spit in my mouth" Taehyung says and sucks up his saliva in demonstration. 

Jungkook does the same, "same dude. But they're yummy shit." 

"True." 

They both take another gummy and chew it, sucking up their saliva as they do. The woman is screeching, the hammering of the headboard speeds up. 

"I miss ___", Jungkook says. 

Taehyung snorts, "don't tell me their awful fucking made you think of her." 

"Let me man, I can’t help it." 

Taehyung chuckles. Jungkook sighs and pouts. Taehyung could watch it happen, just as he can watch Jungkook’s shoulders sink. 

"It's only three more nights and then you can see her again", he tries to cheer him up. 

"I know that’s so long still", Jungkook whines, "fuck man I miss her so much." 

Taehyung rolls his eyes, "ten days without her and you turn into a whiny boy." 

Jungkook sends him an icy glare. 

"Let me be whiny", he murmurs, making Taehyung chuckle fondly. 

"Okay, okay I’m not gonna say any more." 

And with that they fall silent again, listening to their upstairs neighbours have awful sex. 

They had been on the road again. Taehyung, Jungkook and Yoongi. Just the three of them. It was Yoongi’s wish to have a little road trip instead of a bachelor party. Taehyung and Jungkook agreed in an instant, meeting up secretly to plan the perfect road trip for their soon-to-be-married best friend and three weeks later they were on their bikes and ready to explore new roads. Said best friend was currently knocked out in the room next door, snoring loudly. Taehyung was actually supposed to sleep in Yoongi’s room, but ended up knocking on Jungkook’s door in the middle of him talking on the phone with you. So after a quick talk if he could stay with Jungkook for a while because Yoongi was already sleeping and Taehyung was bored, to which Jungkook said yes, Taehyung left the room again to get snacks and drinks and also watch the rainfall for a while.

The upstairs neighbours finally finish with a loud groan. Then. Utter silence again. 

"Finally", Taehyung murmurs. 

"Agreed", Jungkook says and takes a sip of his coke. 

"Can you remember all those countless nights which were exactly like tonight?"

Jungkook looks at Taehyung. 

"I can yeah. Just as I can remember all the nights where they wouldn’t shut up for hours." 

"Dude yeah those were so exhausting."

Jungkook agrees with a chuckle, which Taehyung retorts. 

"Do you sometimes miss those times?" 

"Certain aspects, yeah." 

"Like?" 

"Don't know", Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, "maybe the freedom of it." 

"What's that mean?" 

"Just being free without having responsibilities." 

Taehyung furrows his brows. 

"Are you and ___ good?" 

"What?" Jungkook stares at him with big eyes, "oh god no I didn’t mean it like that! Of course we are good! I just meant that...I don’t know, sometimes my studio annoys me so much." 

"Your tattoo studio?" 

"Yeah, it's so much responsibility sometimes and", Jungkook sighs, "I love it, because I can live out my dream and I also know that I have way more freedom than other people do, but sometimes I miss the thrill of not knowing what kinda work I can get tomorrow." 

"Yeah I get that", Taehyung says. 

"But me and ___ are amazing. I wouldn’t change what we have for anything", Jungkook says with a goofy smile on his lips. 

Taehyung studies Jungkook. How his eyes are sparkling and how he can’t seem to stop smiling. 

"Do you love her?" he asks him.

"Yes, I love her so much", Jungkook’s answer is instant. 

"That's good to hear", Taehyung says and looks to the front. 

Jungkook takes a sip of his coke and eats another sour gummy. He slurps again as he does. 

"You know Jungkook, there was a time where I would have probably stabbed you for that sentence." 

Jungkook snorts, "yeah I know."

"Looking back, it sounds so stupid to me." 

"Same. Why did we always fight so much?" 

Taehyung sneaks a glance at Jungkook. 

"I don't know. Why did we hate each other so much?" 

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders.

"Mhm", Taehyung agrees and sips from his coke. 

The upstairs neighbours are coming down now. They can hear their door unlock and then the steps outside. They are talking, but it's intelligible through the walls.

"I don't think I actually hated you hyung", Jungkook begins. 

"What's that mean?" 

"Just...that I think that I didn’t actually hate you. Maybe I kissed Bekka because I wanted to ruin what you and her had because I was jealous." 

"Yeah no way, of course you were jealous", Taehyung says and chuckles lazily at the memory of 2010, "that’s what you always did when I found someone interesting, you got jealous cause you couldn’t have her and then ruined it for me by sleeping with her first, you dickhead."

Jungkook agrees with a click of his tongue. He sips from his coke and looks at Taehyung. 

"Thinking back I realise that I wasn’t jealous of you, but of them. At least most of the time." 

Taehyung's eyes widen. Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh and touches his neck. 

"It sounds fucking stupid when I say it out loud. I just...didn’t wanna lose you to some random chick." 

Jungkook looks away. 

"You were never a fan of the way we lived and I thought that if you would fall in love you would want to settle and leave our gang. And I...didn’t want that to happen." 

Taehyung takes a deep breath. He laughs in disbelief, shaking his head and guiding the coke can to his lips. He takes a long sip of the sweet beverage.

"Well fuck Kook, in the fifteen years of knowing you and this is the closest I have gotten to an apology." 

"You know I suck at emotional shit", Jungkook murmurs. 

"I know", Taehyung sends him a smile, "she made you better at it. Like in general, she made you so much easier to hang with." 

Jungkook chuckles, lowering his head. 

"I know...fuck Tae she is so amazing." 

"Yeah I know." 

They exchange a fond smile and share sour gummies. Taehyung is the first one to speak again. 

"I sometimes angered you on purpose." 

"What?" Jungkook gasps.

"I sometimes did shit that would make you angry so you would come closer to me to threaten me and I could feel your breath on my face or sometimes I'd push your buttons until you would press me against a wall in anger and I could feel your fingers on my body." 

It is Jungkook’s turn to widen his eyes, he even goes so far as to part his lips in shock. Taehyung laughs painfully and lowers his head. 

"I didn't want to understand what that meant although I knew exactly what that meant."

"Why?" 

"Because I was so fucking embarrassed. You were my friend and you were straight and I was supposed to be straight too, but then I had all those gay fantasies with you. I felt so fucking disgusted by myself." 

"Hyung", Jungkook says in his serious voice, "Yoongi-hyung was already openly bi back then, it would have been alright for you to come out too." 

"Yeah well, I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to, to be attracted to men a-and especially not you." 

"Why not me?" 

"Because I was scared that…." he inhales shakily, "...I was scared that you would hurt me if you knew what I was imagining." 

Jungkook blinks rapidly, "well fuck", he says and exhales through his mouth. 

He inhales loudly and breathes out. Then he punches his own thigh. 

"Fuck hyung I'm so sorry I made you feel like that. I wanna beat up my past self seriously", he says and laughs painfully. 

Taehyung lets him speak with bated breath, feeling his eyes prickle in tears. 

"You could have talked to me", Jungkook says and looks into Taehyung's eyes, "seriously, you could have talked to me. I probably would have gotten angry at first because I was a dickhead, but hyung."

Jungkook reaches out to touch Taehyung's arm. 

"I never would have hurt you for feeling the way you felt. Never." 

Taehyung sniffles and rubs at his eyes. 

"Fuck, that feels like old wounds are finally healing", he chokes out before he has to throw his hand over his mouth to muffle his sobs. 

"Hey, Taehyung, fuck don’t cry", Jungkook whispers, jumping into action. He wraps him up in a tight hug, petting his hair and rubbing his back, "it's alright, don’t cry." 

"I don't even wanna cry", he hiccups, "s-sorry."

"It's alright, let it all out", Jungkook soothes him, "it's what I always say. Better out than in." 

"That's what you say about farts." 

"Well it counts for tears too."

Taehyung chuckles and pushes at Jungkook's chest. The latter is cackling boyishly, keeping his hands placed on Taehyung's arms even now when there is slight distance between the two men. 

Taehyung sniffles, looking into Jungkook's eyes ever so often. 

"Thank you Jungkook", he whispers barely audibly. 

"I'm glad I was able to help you mend old wounds. Fuck hyung", Jungkook cups Taehyung's cheeks to clean them off his tears, "I was such a shitty friend to you. I should have been there for you, but instead made you scared to talk to me." 

Taehyung whimpers softly, squeezing his eyes shut. 

"You don’t have to be scared anymore. You can talk to me about anything."

"Thank you", he whispers and reaches up to touch Jungkook's wrists. 

"Mhm", Jungkook hums, wiping off the last remnants of Taehyung's tears. Then he places his hands on his shoulders instead, giving him a good shake. 

"Mhm hyung? I'm here for you, you hear me?" 

Taehyung giggles shyly, shaking off Jungkook's hands. 

"Stop that." 

Jungkook cackles, ruffling Taehyung's hair before finally pulling his hands back and resting them on his thighs. 

Taehyung raises his head and takes a deep breath. Jungkook smiles. Taehyung moves. He is quick, cupping Jungkook's cheek and wiping his smile away by kissing him deeply instead. 

"Mhm", Jungkook lets out in surprise, eyes widened and shoulders rising to his ears. 

Taehyung has his eyes squeezed shut, whimpering into the kiss. This feels so much better now that all the cards are on the table. 

He draws closer, hooking one arm behind Jungkook's head to press him to his body. 

"Wait", Jungkook breaks the kiss with a fond chuckle. 

Taehyung is breathless, panting heavily as he chases Jungkook's lips. More, he wants more.

"I want to make sure that it's okay with ___ first", Jungkook says and breaks away to search for his phone. 

Taehyung watches him with his heart racing in his chest. You pick up after the fifth ring. 

"Babe I swear to fuck, what?" your voice is heavy in sleep. 

"I am so sorry, but babyyyy." 

"What?" 

"Is it okay if me and Tae sleep with each other?" 

An inhale then an exhausted sigh. 

"You call me for that?" 

"Yeah well...we agreed on asking each other before we do something. Always." 

"Urgh well just for once couldn’t you have just done it? Urgh I was sleeping so well." 

Jungkook cackles, "sowwyyy, is that a yes then?" 

"It's a yes, have fun and be safe." 

"We will, now hush hush go back to sleep. Love you." 

"Mhm love you too doofus." 

The call ends. Jungkook places the phone on the nightstand and turns back to Taehyung. 

"She said it's okay….What's wrong?" 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you like that." 

"What? Hey no, it's alright. I just wanted to make sure first before it escalates and I have to kill the mood with a call." 

Taehyung nods his head but stays tense.

"Hyung what’s wrong?" Jungkook asks and scoots closer. 

"I...still have gay fantasies with you", Taehyung whispers shyly. 

"Really? I couldn’t tell at all. I thought all the threesomes we had were all in the name of being straight", Jungkook jokes and nudges Taehyung's chest. 

Taehyung decides that actions speak louder than words, hooking his arms behind Jungkook's head and kissing him deeply. Teeth clash at first before the kiss melts into that of desperate, hot passion. Taehyung had never wanted to kiss Jungkook more than he did in this moment. He is feeling the same desperation he felt all the times he looked at those purple pills. Like an addict, he feels like an addict again and this time around Jungkook's lips are his drugs. 

He is so desperate that soon he has Jungkook pressed into the mattress, humping his legs needily and kissing his neck sloppily. 

"Fuck hyung", Jungkook sounds slightly out of breath, his back arching off the mattress ever so often. 

Up and down, left and right, back and forth. Taehyung doesn’t leave an inch untouched. Oh many times he dreamt of kissing this neck. Whenever he watched him work and followed the pearls of sweat run down his neck, Taehyung wanted to do nothing more than to be the one licking them off. 

Taehyung licks a thick stripe all the way from Jungkook's collarbones up to his ear, sending a shiver down Jungkook’s spine in the process. He wraps his lips around his earlobe and countless piercings and sucks on it eagerly. 

Jungkook sighs and moans softly, jaw moving as he opens and closes his lips. 

Taehyung lets go of Jungkook's earlobe, dragging his lips up the shell of his ear. 

"Let's make a sextape", he rasps. 

"What?" Jungkook asks breathily, opening his eyes widely. 

Taehyung pulls back, eyes racing over Jungkook's features. 

"I have this old camcorder, let's use it to film each other", he explains with sparkling eyes.

Jungkook chuckles, "fucking hell hyung. You really wanna make a sextape?" 

Taehyung nods enthusiastically, "it would look so good with the lighting and the room. Retro and hot." 

Jungkook contemplates for a moment, gnawing on his lower lip. It taunts Taehyung so much that he has to suck it between his teeth after a moment of gazing. It makes Jungkook mewl and later moan as Taehyung releases his lip by biting down on it and tugging on it gently. 

His lip pops back into its original shape, Jungkook licks over it a few times. It burns and pulsates, feeling hot under his tongue. 

Taehyung looks at him, watches him with sparkling puppy eyes and quick pants leaving his lips. He draws closer again, chasing Jungkook's lips in a kiss but never really going for it. 

"Fine let's do it", Jungkook agrees and nods his head. 

"Oh god that’s so hot", Taehyung chokes out and shudders in a quiet moan, "let, let me just get it real quick." 

Taehyung rolls out of bed and hurries to his bag to retrieve his camcorder. It is an old model, early 2000s with a silver body and a brittle leather hand strap, the video quality is grainy and the audio filled with whitenoise. But that is exactly what he wants. He wants it to look as if it was shot decades ago when men had to hide in shabby roadside motels to be intimate with each other. It was supposed to be the secret movie of two men escaping the world for one night of pleasure and intimacy. 

Taehyung hurries back to the bed and jumps on it. He sits down on Jungkook's lap. Jungkook just lets it happen with a fond chuckle. 

"What now?" 

"Just act natural", Taehyung tells him, fumbling with the camcorder. It turns on with a quiet purr and a second later a red light begins to shine. 

"I'm here with Jungkook", Taehyung tells the camera, "he's the sexiest man on earth", he says and runs his right hand up Jungkook's clothed torso. He follows the movement with the camera, "he was my friend once, but now he's more", he says shakily and runs his hand down his torso again, "he's my lover now."

Jungkook exhales shakily at those words, eyes landing on Taehyung's features. Taehyung doesn’t notice it, he is too mesmerised by Jungkook.

Taehyung hooks his fingers in the hem of Jungkook's turtleneck and begins tugging the piece of clothing up his torso, filming every second of it. 

"He is so handsome, I love looking at him", Taehyung says and drags his fingers through Jungkook's happy trail, "that part drives me crazy." 

Jungkook moans at the touch, abs tensing and relaxing.

Taehyung touches up his stomach, filming it thoroughly until filming the dreamcatcher tattoo.

"I told him to get this tattoo and he did. I'm so obsessed with it", he says, tracing every detail of the tattoo.

Jungkook shivers under Taehyung's soft touches, chest heaving up and down quickly. 

"And this part", Taehyung moves on, dancing his fingers to Jungkook's defined pecs. He squeezes them, showing the camera just how much Jungkook has to offer. Then one soft brush over his left nipple. 

Jungkook moans and arches his back. 

"He has his nipples pierced", Taehyung tells the camera and twists Jungkook's piercings. 

"Fuck", Jungkook chokes out, twisting the sheets. 

"He is very sensitive there. It’s really fun to touch him there", Taehyung says and moves on to the other nipple to repeat what he had done on the previous one. 

The camera gets the perfect show of it, recording the exact moment it hardens under Taehyung's fingers. 

"I love it a lot", Taehyung says and moves the camera up to show Jungkook's fucked out expression. 

"That's Jungkook. He is so sexy."

Jungkook looks into the camera then at Taehyung. 

"Should I say something?" he asks, slightly out of breath.

"No, act natural." 

Jungkook looks back into the camera and smirks lazily. 

Taehyung touches Jungkook's face. 

"He's so handsome", he whispers, outlining Jungkook's lips with his thumb, "I think of him often when I touch myself." 

Jungkook's eyes widen. 

"You do?" 

"Yes." 

"Fuck hyung, that's so hot", Jungkook says and laughs breathily. 

Taehyung turns off the camera and places it on the mattress. 

"Why did you stop?" 

"Let's take off our clothes and then continue." 

"Fine, alright", Jungkook chuckles, "you're taking this seriously aren’t you?" he asks, sitting up to take off his turtleneck and throw it on the ground. 

Taehyung takes off his shirt as well, discarding it on the floor. Jungkook reaches for his belt then.

"Wait! Let's film that." 

"Okay", Jungkook chuckles. 

Taehyung presses record again. 

"Jungkook is going to take off his pants now." 

"Should I do it?" 

"Yes, do it." 

Taehyung keeps the camera banned on Jungkook's crotch, filming his inked-up fingers open the belt and later the buttons. Taehyung reaches out then, rubbing Jungkook's cock over the black leather. 

Jungkook twitches and moans softly. He is growing hard under Taehyung's touch. 

"His cock is so perfect, I like everything about it", he tells the camera and squeezes it softly, making Jungkook roll his hips into his hand. Taehyung films the way Jungkook's pants dent, showing the details of it by outlining them with his long fingers. Jungkook is restless beneath him, squirming as soft sighs leave his lips. Taehyung rests his hand on Jungkook's cock again and rubs his palm into it.

"Jungkook, can we see it?" 

"Yeah", Jungkook moans and rips open his pants. 

"Slow Jungkook slow", Taehyung stops him, slipping his fingers inside just far enough to play with Jungkook’s pubes. He shows it to the camera by tugging the pants down to the base of Jungkook's cock. One single ray of pink light is shining directly onto Jungkook's crotch, "he's so sexy." 

Jungkook rolls his hips up and mewls, "fuck Tae you’re such a tease." 

Taehyung gives him a smirk, one the camera can’t see, before he slips his hand inside completely and takes out Jungkook’s cock. 

Jungkook groans, throbbing in Taehyung's fingers. 

"I like touching him", Taehyung says, dancing his hand up and down Jungkook’s cock, "his cock is so sexy." 

"Okay Tae that feels so good", Jungkook moans.  

For a moment Taehyung pans up the camera, filming Jungkook’s blissed out face. He even zooms in on it, catching the perfect moment of his lips parting in a blissful moan as Taehyung rolls his cockhead between his fingers. 

"Look at him. He's so hot", Taehyung rasps and stops his movements just so he could catch Jungkook's frustration on camera. 

"Hyung", he whines. 

Taehyung doesn’t care, holding the camcorder with both hands. 

"Can you undress for us more Jungkook?" 

Jungkook groans in frustration, "fuck, yeah sure. You tease." 

Jungkook rolls out of bed. Taehyung follows him with the camera, zooming out to get the perfect picture of motel armchair on one side and Jungkook undressing on the other and right through the middle a red streak of light was separating the two. 

Taehyung thinks that view looks like art.  He films up and down Jungkook’s body, lingering on his cock when Jungkook turns, jerking himself off slowly. He pans up as he begins walking, now filming his face. Jungkook crawls back on the bed, making Taehyung shimmy back so he could film it.

"You really wanna film everything?" 

"Yes, I wanna show everyone how sexy you are", Taehyung says and begins recording Jungkook’s resting form. 

From his feet up his legs and muscular thighs, "his muscles are so nice, I want him to lift me", Taehyung rasps and lets his fingers guide the way over Jungkook's chiseled thighs, "he never did, but the thought turns me on." 

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks cockily. 

Taehyung nods his head enthusiastically, "so much", he chokes out shakily. He stops by Jungkook’s hips, running his hand up and down Jungkook’s balls. 

"Can’t get enough of him", he rasps and lowers himself to suck his cock. 

"Fucking shit", Jungkook gasps and groans, throwing his head back into the pillows, "hyung." That surprised him so much, fuck.

The camera is filming the mattress, recording muffled slurping and moans. Taehyung is too busy sucking cock to realise his unflattering filming angle. He also doesn’t notice when Jungkook takes the camcorder and turns it so the spotlight is on Taehyung sucking cock. 

His eyes are closed, both hands now resting on Jungkook’s thick thighs and his cheek is puffed out from cock. His dark hair is hanging into his face, it is ruffled at the top and his muscular back is tensing with every movement.

"Hyung, look at me." 

Taehyung opens his eyes and looks up. He moans sinfully, rubbing his legs together. Then he lowers his gaze and giggles into his hand as he covers his mouth with it. He seems so shy now that the attention is on him.

"You're the star now", Jungkook rasps, "go on, show the camera your skills. Don’t be shy, you’re so handsome." 

Taehyung obeys happily, wrapping his lips around Jungkook’s length. He bops his head up and down quickly, moaning deliciously. Every so often he averts his gaze into the camera, giving it the best eye fuck he has to offer.

"Fuck, urgh fuck, that's so good. Fuck", the room is filled with Jungkook’s curses and deep moans. The slurping sounds of Taehyung join them and every now and then one of his needy gags can be heard. Taehyung giggles each time that happens, giving the camera a sinful flutter of his lashes.

Jungkook rests his left hand on Taehyung's head and twists his hair. It forces Taehyung to go even deeper, to swallow around Jungkook’s length and feel his pubes tickle the tip of his nose.

"There we go, you’re so hot like this. Gagged by my entire cock", Jungkook rasps, soothing a squirming Taehyung by caressing his cheek. Taehyung groans and convulses in a gag, eyes rolling to the back. Jungkook is quick to act, pulling him up by his hair. He pans in on the moment his cock falls out of Taehyung’s mouth and catches the thick string of saliva Taehyung can’t seem to keep in his mouth. It drips on his cock and pubes, glistening in the pink light.

"So sexy", Jungkook twists Taehyung's hair, "take it in again." 

Taehyung obeys gladly, swallowing Jungkook's cock as if it was the only nutrition he needs. He moans around his length, giving the camera a playful gaze before he swirls his tongue up Jungkook's length, flicking it over his cockhead messily and making Jungkook's eyelids flutter in the process. 

"Fuck Tae that's so good", Jungkook moans, head threatening to fall back into the pillows. But he shouldn’t, not when he needs to make sure the video looks good. 

Taehyung lets go of Jungkook’s cock only to suck on his balls instead, jerking him off with his big hand at the same time.

"Ah h-hyung", Jungkook moans breathily, shaking the camera, "so close." 

Taehyung speeds up his hand and flicks his tongue over his balls. Jungkook bucks his hips up. 

"Close, so close." 

Taehyung purrs and raises his head, smiling into the camera. His eyes are glassy from sucking cock, his lips so pink and swollen, his chin so messy and wet in drool.

Jungkook mewls and writhes. He wants more. 

"My turn to undress", Taehyung says and crawls up the mattress to kiss Jungkook on the lips. 

Jungkook moans, wrapping his arms around Taehyung. He drops the camcorder in the process, it falls in a way so it gives the perfect view of Taehyung grinding his clothed cock into Jungkook’s. Which results in Jungkook throbbing and leaking precum all over his stomach and Taehyung's leather pants. 

Taehyung breaks the kiss. 

"I want to be filmed too", he rasps. 

"Yeah? I'll do it. Give me the camcorder." 

Taehyung turns off the recording and hands it to Jungkook. 

"I want you to film me the way you see me."

Jungkook looks into Taehyung's eyes and smiles. 

"You filmed me that way?" 

Taehyung nods his head confidently.

"Goddamn hyung you drive me insane", Jungkook gets off the bed and takes a step back so he has Taehyung resting on the bed and the wall behind him in the picture. Then he presses record. 

"It's Taehyung's turn to undress", Jungkook begins, "go on hyung turn to the camera for me." 

Taehyung obeys, sitting down on his heels and keeping his hands on his thighs. 

"He's my obedient sub", Jungkook pans the camera up and down Taehyung's body, "he is such a good boy for me." 

Taehyung rubs his legs together at the compliment, mewling softly. Jungkook reaches out to touch Taehyung's chest tattoo. 

"I love his tattoos, he doesn’t have many. And sometimes he doesn’t like them, but I do. I love all of them", he says, outlining the cracks of the tattoo all the way from his pec up to his neck. Taehyung moans and tilts his head to the side, squirming when a second later Jungkook grabs a bundle of his hair and tugs his head back. 

Jungkook films the fucked out expression Taehyung wears, letting the camera linger on his lips. 

"Show us your piercing hyung." 

Taehyung opens his lips and sticks out his tongue, showing off the small metal ball. He moans, devoted eyes locked onto Jungkook's features. He needs to watch Jungkook’s reactions, he needs to see what he thinks of him and if he is pleasing him. 

Jungkook seems mesmerised, placing his thumb on Taehyung's tongue to drag it over his piercing. 

"It drives me crazy, it feels so good when he licks me", he rasps, pressing down at the back of Taehyung’s tongue to force him to gag. 

Taehyung pulls back with a giggle, holding Jungkook's wrist and scrunching his nose up. The camera never catches his eye contact, his eyes lingering behind the lense on Jungkook’s face. Jungkook thinks that it fits the mood and that Taehyung looks so good on film. 

"Don't do that", Taehyung giggles.

"Why?" Jungkook asks in a fond chuckle. 

"It's embarrassing." 

"No, it's hot. You look so sexy for me",  Jungkook rasps and cups Taehyung's cheek, "my sexy good boy." 

Taehyung melts under the words, growing even more restless on the mattress. 

"Please Jungkook", he whispers, squeezing his hand desperately. Jungkook caresses his knuckles before he pulls his hand away and holds the camcorder with both hands.

"Go on Tae, take off your pants. Show us your big cock."

Taehyung nods his head obediently and stumbles off the bed. Jungkook takes a step back, moving around the room to find the perfect shot. Taehyung's body in front of the bed, the window is his backdrop. It lets in the neon lights from outside and hues Taehyung in pink and red colours. Jungkook stays quiet as Taehyung undresses, making sure to zoom in on Taehyung's long fingers opening his pants. He zooms out afterwards, moaning softly at the sight of Taehyung tugging them down his legs. His cock stands proud, tip glistening in his arousal. Jungkook films it, before zooming out again and filming Taehyung's entire body. 

"You're so sexy Taehyung", he rasps, "look at how perfect you are. Go on, touch your cock." 

Taehyung obeys, moaning softly as he runs his hand along his shaft. Jungkook steps closer again, filming Taehyung's face. 

"He is my good boy." 

"Jungkook please", Taehyung begs. 

"Take the camera again hyung", Jungkook says and hands him the camcorder. 

"W-why?" 

"Because I want to have my hands free for that", he says and drops to his knees. 

"Oh god", Taehyung moans, hurrying to turn the camera and catch the moment Jungkook takes his cock into his mouth. 

His inked up fingers are wrapped around the base, his fiery eyes are locked with the camera. Jungkook smirks and sticks his tongue out, spanking it with Taehyung's heavy cock. 

"Fuck", Taehyung presses out, throbbing at the view. It is not often that Jungkook sucks Taehyung off, so this right here feels like fire to him. It leaves him burning and shaking for more.

Jungkook smirks one last time and then he wraps his lips around Taehyung's length and begins moving up and down smoothly. 

"Kook", Taehyung gasps, lips parting in bliss. He is in heaven. This is literal paradise. 

Jungkook growls playfully, cupping Taehyung's balls to roll them between his fingers. He pays special attention to Taehyung's weeping tip, sucking on it so vigorously his cheeks fall in. 

"S-slow please", Taehyung squeaks, shaking the camera. 

Jungkook simply smirks and sinks back down on Taehyung's length, swallowing around him. 

"Jungkook", Taehyung moans softly, "Jungkook, oh god Jungkook. S-slow." 

He places his hand on Jungkook’s head, twisting his hair softly. This is by no means to guide him. Jungkook may be on his knees and Taehyung may tower over him, but both men know exactly who was in charge. 

Jungkook slips off of Taehyung's cock, extending his hand to let his spit trip on it. Taehyung is holding his breath in anticipation. 

"You taste delicious, hyung", Jungkook rasps, wrapping his spit slickened hand around Taehyung's length to jerk it off harshly, running his thumb over his frenum piercing ever so often.

"Fu-fuck", Taehyung presses out and stumbles. He shakes the camera even more, forgetting to film for a moment until Jungkook makes him aware of it again. 

"Keep it steady", he orders. 

Taehyung obeys, filling the audio with his heavy breathing and desperate moans. The camcorder is focused on Jungkook, filming every second of the sloppy handjob. 

"Good boy", Jungkook praises, rewarding Taehyung by tilting his head up and letting his cock slip down his throat until his nose is buried in Taehyung's dark pubes. 

"Ah!" Taehyung yelps, throwing his hand over his mouth a second later to muffle his noises, "hmpfmpf hm, oh g-mpf-god." he whimpers, eyes filling with tears of pleasure before falling closed. His brows are furrowed, his lips parted in bliss. This is the first time Jungkook deep throats him. He wants to scream. This feels so good.

Jungkook looks into the camera, tears streaming down his face and yet he keeps on jerking off Taehyung's cock with his tight throat, going fast and with loud gurgles of pleasure slipping past his lips. His inked up fingers play with Taehyung's hardened balls, his other hand is wrapped tightly around his own cock, giving it quick tugs. 

Taehyung stumbles, feeling his knees buckle. He bites down on his palm, squeezing his eyes shut as a soft sob slips past his lips. The feeling is too much. He is so, so sensitive. 

"Cumming", he squeaks, fingers shaking around the camcorder. 

"Nuh-uh", Jungkook bops off of him, squeezing around his base so tightly that Taehyung is unable to release. 

"No. Please", he whines, cock throbbing uncontrollably. 

Jungkook merely smirks and places a kiss on top of Taehyung's frenum piercing.

"Patience, we wanna get as much footage as possible don’t we?" 

Taehyung turns off the recording and lowers the camera, confusing Jungkook in the process. 

"I’ll clean out and then you fuck my ass." 

Jungkook gawks and laughs breathlessly. 

"Well fuck hyung, you’re ambitious. With what tools though? We don’t have any of our stuff." 

"We do! I brought stuff", Taehyung explains excitedly, hurrying to his bag. 

Jungkook in the meantime stands back up, closing the distance between him and Taehyung to wrap his arms around him. Taehyung squeaks and shudders, heart skipping a beat in his chest.

"This is so much fun", Jungkook rasps against his neck. 

He rocks his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock between Taehyung's ass and over his balls. It makes Taehyung moan softly, fingers shaking as they work. Then Jungkook begins trailing kisses all over Taehyung's shoulder and neck, right hand busy with playing with Taehyung's frenum piercing. 

"Kook", Taehyung whines. 

Jungkook catches the way his eyelids flutter in bliss.

"Don't let me distract you, show me what you got."  

Taehyung moans, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He works clumsily, opening the pink toiletry bag to reveal a small collection of sextoys. A douche, lube, condoms, a silicone buttplug and anal beads, there is also a glass dildo in there.

"It's not m-much", Taehyung stutters, feeling dizzy. Jungkook grinding against him and holding him and being close to him feels so good. 

"It's enough, fuck hyung why did you bring all of this?" Jungkook asks and twists his hand around Taehyung's sensitive tip. 

"Ah", Taehyung moans, head plopping down on Jungkook’s shoulder, "in case you, you - ah Kook." 

Jungkook squeezes his tip. 

"Go on. In case of what?" 

"In case you w-wanted to play", Taehyung chokes out and moans loudly, wrapping his fingers around Jungkook’s wrist. 

Jungkook feels his cock throb. Taehyung is so goddamn perfect. 

"You're so hot", Jungkook rasps and bites down on Taehyung's neck, making the latter mewl, "so you really wanna do this?" 

"Yes! I'll go right away." 

"Mhm-hm okay", Jungkook breaks away from Taehyung and struts to the bed to lie down, "I'll be waiting." 

Taehyung grabs the douche and lube and hurries to the bathroom. It is not long that both men are ready and a lot needier than before. Jungkook has his ass stuffed with the plug, feeling the weight inside shift with every step he takes. Taehyung is sitting on the edge of the bed, ready to be played with. Jungkook is towering over Taehyung, fumbling with the camcorder to turn it back on. 

"Are you ready?" he asks him. 

Taehyung nods his head, gazing up at Jungkook. 

The red light flickers on. 

"We're going to play some more now", Jungkook says, filming him stroking his fingers through Taehyung's dark locks. 

Taehyung closes his eyes and leans into the touch, squeezing his legs together.

"Do you want to play, Taehyung?" 

"Yes", Taehyung whispers and looks into the camera needily. 

"Do you want to get on all fours for me, Taehyung?" 

Taehyung nods his head obediently and gets in position. 

"So sexy", Jungkook murmurs, stroking his hand up and down Taehyung's bubble butt, "I can't ever get enough of that view." 

He parts his ass for the camera, flicking his pointer finger up and down Taehyung's hole. 

Taehyung shivers and clenches around nothing.

"Look at how sexy he is. Wanna finger him open", Jungkook rasps.

"Please finger me", Taehyung begs, pushing back into Jungkook's hand. 

"So impatient." 

Jungkook places the camcorder on the mattress in order to spread lube on his fingers and Taehyung's hole. Once done he takes it again and films what he is doing to him.

"Hold yourself open for me", he orders. 

Taehyung obeys gladly, resting his big hands on his ass.

"There we go, good boy. You look so sexy with your ass all lubed up", Jungkook praises, rolling slow circles on Taehyung's rim. 

Taehyung moans softly, tensing and relaxing desperately. Then Jungkook puts pressure on Taehyung's hole, sinking his middle finger into his warm walls. Taehyung whimpers, biting down on his lower lip. 

"There we go, opened right up for me. Fuck so hot", Jungkook rasps, filming the way Taehyung's hole stretches around his finger.

He fucks it in and out slowly, wanting Taehyung to get used to the intrusion. And Taehyung is blissed out, moaning with his mouth agape. It is just a finger, but it is Jungkook’s finger and that makes it feel so fucking good. 

Jungkook curls his digit, sending a jolt of electricity through Taehyung's veins. 

"There, right there", he squeaks, rocking his hips back and forth.

"There we go, fuck yourself on my finger", Jungkook praises, "hyung that’s so hot I'm fucking you with the finger on which I have your initials tattooed", he says and moans, showing it to the camera. 

Taehyung whimpers, feeling his stomach twist in pleasure. This is his finger and he is getting fucked with it. Holy shit he can barely handle that mental image. 

"One more", he begs, arching his back. 

"Yeah? Wanna have my finger?" 

Taehyung nods vigorously, pressing his ass back. 

"Such a greedy boy", Jungkook rasps and buries his pointer finger in Taehyung's tight ass. Now his initials are buried in him too. JK and TH both now part of Taehyung, Jungkook feels his own cock throb at the view.

"Kook", Taehyung mewls, sucking in air through his teeth. 

"There we go, look at how well he takes me", Jungkook moves the camera closer, giving a close up shot of his lubed up digits appearing and disappearing inside of Taehyung repeatedly. It looks especially sinful with the pink neon lights shining on his ass and back. 

"He has such a perfect ass", he rasps and moans along with Taehyung. 

The latter is fucking back slowly, fingers digging into his skin deeper. This is heaven. Literal heaven. 

"One more", he begs, arching his back sinfully. 

Jungkook laughs lazily, twisting his wrist just as he fucks his digits into Taehyung. He quakes and whimpers, lifting his foot to let it drop on the mattress again. 

"More", he tries again, pushing his ass back onto Jungkook's digits. 

"You think you can take it, mhm?" Jungkook taunts, fucking the thickest part of his fingers back and forth inside Taehyung's clenching hole. That image looks so pretty on camera, he thinks. Taehyung is made for the camera. 

"Yes", Taehyung whimpers, arching for him. 

"Very well, let's see about that", Jungkook says and presses his ring finger against Taehyung's hole. 

Taehyung struggles at first, refusing to open up for one more finger. But not with him, he forces his body to his luck by pushing back. His hole swallows the digit, forcing a guttural moan out of him at the sudden stretch.

"Fucking hell hyung, that's so hot", Jungkook rasps, filming the scene unfold in front of him. He changed the angle slightly, just enough to give a glimpse of how excited Taehyung makes him. His cock is so swollen, seeming even redder in the lights than it actually is. Fuck, how he wants to replace his fingers with his cock. But he shouldn’t, Taehyung needs to be the one begging for more.

Instead he curls his fingers, eliciting a blissful moan from Taehyung. 

"Jungkook", he sighs, drooling on the mattress because he can’t seem to keep his mouth closed. This is why he exists, this right here is his meaning of life. 

"You take me so well. You’re such a good boy for me", Jungkook praises, pressing down on Taehyung's prostate and making him grunt before a moan rolls off his tongue. 

Jungkook won’t say it but the view is even more sinful than before. JK, TH and your initials, now all buried inside of Taehyung. Even now you are part of this scene, making sure that Taehyung gets fucked the way he deserves to be fucked. Jungkook could cum just from the view.

"Such a good fucking boy", Jungkook rasps when Taehyung begins rutting back into him. 

Taehyung whimpers, tries harder to fuck himself on Jungkook’s digits but fails. Fuck, he probably looks like such a impatient little boy in the movie but he wants more. Again. He wants more. He can’t stand not having Jungkook’s cock inside of him any longer. Everything excites him so much. The scenery, the aspect of being filmed, getting fingered so well, the fact that this is the first time he and Jungkook are alone. Everything turns him on too much, makes him impatient and ready to take Jungkook’s big cock. 

"Fuck me", he pleads. 

"What?" 

"Please fuck me, please." 

Jungkook chuckles, curling his fingers against Taehyung's prostate to make thinking even harder. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes, yes, yes. So sure. Fuck me", he pants. 

"Very well", Jungkook says and pulls his fingers free. He records how Taehyung's hole clenches around nothing desperately before it closes up again, looking just that tiny bit redder and looser. He picks up the anal beads and spreads lube on them. Then he hands them to Taehyung. 

"Keep yourself nice and stretched out", he orders. 

Taehyung obeys right away, burying the beads in his ass to the second to last ball with ease. Then his hole struggles, forcing the cutest moans out of him. And Jungkook films it. He films every second of it. He films how Taehyung seems so lost in the sensations that he doesn’t even realise that he is being filmed, moaning with his eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted. His cheek is squished against the mattress, his dark hair sprawled out messily. One strand is hanging into his face, curling right on the bridge of his nose. Jungkook films the curve of his body next, running his palm along his spine. Jungkook thinks that Taehyung is a natural, his arch is beautiful just like everything else about him.

Jungkook runs his hand over the swell of Taehyung’s bubble butt and focuses the camera back on his greedy hole. It managed to swallow the second to last ball by now, currently struggling with the last ball. Fuck it is so much bigger than the rest, Taehyung feels his rim burn so perfectly. 

"You're doing so well", Jungkook praises him, running his pointer finger along his stretched out hole. 

"Fuck", Taehyung presses out, shivering at the sensation. The touch helps soothe the burn, Taehyung feels himself pushing again. 

"There we go, don’t stop now." 

The ball slips in, his hole closing around it slowly. Jungkook moans deeply, Taehyung whimpers. 

"Fuck that was so hot to look at", Jungkook growls, reaching for his cock to jerk himself off to the view, "pull it out Taehyung." 

Taehyung breathes shakily, tugging on the beads. He can barely handle that stretch. Fuck what if he can’t pull it out again? That this is his destiny, to be a filled up and stretched out fucktoy. 

Sadly it is not his destiny as his hole finally squeezes out the toy, surprising Taehyung so much that he pulls the toy out all the way to the last bead by accident. 

"Shit Taehyung, fuuuck that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen", Jungkook moans, having fallen back to his native dialect. 

Taehyung whimpers, feeling so fucking empty. But he needs to wait until Jungkook tells him to move, needs to be his good boy. 

"Go on, push them back in. Go slow." 

Taehyung moans gratefully, pushing the beads back inside. Jungkook films every second of it, filling the camera with his heavy breathing and the squelching sounds of him jerking off his cock. It is mesmerising to watch how Taehyung takes the first ten beads so easily, how there was almost no resistance and how slowly but surely he has to use more force to push the balls back inside. Jungkook loves the visuals of it, he loves to watch how Taehyung's pink hole closes around the bigger balls, bulging for a second before Taehyung pushes them deeper inside and the view begins again. A struggle, his hole refuses to open up until Taehyung forces it to take the bead and it opens up almost hungrily before closing around the ball and bulging. Again and again until Taehyung reaches the last bead. 

"Fucking hell hyung, you make me wanna cum", Jungkook growls, squeezing around the base of this cock. 

"Jungkook I can feel them so deep", Taehyung whimpers, reaching to the front to feel his bulging belly. 

"Fuck", Jungkook grunts and swallows heavily, "pull them out again." 

Taehyung obeys, moaning shakily as his ass releases the beads easily. The sensation is making his toes curl and his cock soil the sheets with his precum. 

Jungkook resorts to growling deeply, placing his hand on Taehyung's ass to squeeze it. 

"One last time, hyung. Show us how greedy your asshole is for being fed." 

Taehyung is spiralling. He completely forgot about the camera.

"Holy fuck, holy shit Kook", he moans, barely handling being filled up bead by bead. He forgot about the sextape, holy fuck he thought that he was simply giving Jungkook a show. But he was being filmed the entire time, "fuck", the beads feel so much bigger all of a sudden. He was acting slutty for Jungkook and now the whole world knows how much of a greedy fuckhole he is. 

Taehyung whimpers, struggling with the last bead. Oh god it must have grown. It is so big all of a sudden, so fucking big.

"Go on hyung, show us how good you can take it", Jungkook encourages him. 

Taehyung whimpers and pushes. Silence. Then a ragged, guttural moan as the toy slips right in and fills his greedy asshole. 

"Fucking perfect. You’re such a good boy", Jungkook praises him. 

Fuck. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut. Jungkook is still talking in his native dialect. He only does that when he is too turned on to care. Taehyung is being so good for him that he is speaking in dialect. He feels like cumming because of it. 

"One more time, pull it out for us." 

Taehyung obeys, twitching with every bead. That sensation is like nothing else. 

"Fuck you're so sexy", Jungkook growls and spanks his butt gently. 

Taehyung squeaks and bucks his hips back, making his ass swallow half of the toy. 

"Yes perfect, keep stuffing yourself hyung while I get everything ready." 

"Yes Jungkook", Taehyung whimpers, obeying his command gladly. He moans the entire time, fucking the beads in and out of his greedy hole while Jungkook moves through the room to prepare everything. 

First the camera, he positions it on the dresser next to the bed. He flips the screen so they can see what is happening and angles it perfectly so they would both be in the picture and the camera would get the perfect view of Taehyung arching his back. Then he steps out of frame, not only to roll a condom on, but also to give a trembling Taehyung fucking himself with the anal beads a little spotlight.  

Jungkook genuinely thinks that Taehyung was the hottest man on earth. And that once again he thinks that Taehyung would be fucking popular as a pornstar. Fuck, he is merely acting like he always does, all natural and unashamed, and it looks fucking amazing on film. 

He steps closer to the bed again, reappearing in frame. He sneaks a glance at the viewfinder, feeling his cock twitch at the view. Fuck, his tattoos, his muscles, his body. He looks fucking incredible on film too. Like a literal pornstar. 

"Fuck hyung I just placed the camera over there and it's driving me insane", Jungkook says and grabs Taehyung's hips. 

Taehyung turns his head, staring into the camera with heavy eyes. 

"We look like fucking pornstars hyung", Jungkook growls, still speaking dialect. 

"Jungkook", Taehyung whimpers, cock twitching angrily. He pulls the anal beads out of his ass and arches for Jungkook, "please fuck me." 

Jungkook reaches for the lube, spreading some on his cock and letting a healthy amount trickle on Taehyung's gaping hole. He flinches with every drop, trembling in anticipation. He tenses up once Jungkook presses his cockhead against his rim. 

"Ready?" Jungkook makes sure. 

"So ready", Taehyung says and pushes back just as Jungkook thrusts his hips forward. It results in Taehyung taking Jungkook’s cock in its entirety in one smooth thrust and both men yelping up in pleasure. 

Taehyung twists the sheets and arches his back, feeling as if he just took a shot of his favourite drug. This is everything he exists for. 

Jungkook is struggling, wanting nothing more than to fuck into Taehyung but keeping still for the sake of getting him used to the stretch. 

"How - argh - how are you doing hyung?" he checks in, wheezing for air. Oh how he wants to move.

"Want you to move", Taehyung begs and clenches around him. 

"Fuck", Jungkook grunts and begins moving, "thank fuck you do cause I wanna fucking pound that ass like there is no tomorrow", he growls, rolling his hips smoothly. He goes slow for now, waiting for Taehyung to be ready.

"Do it." 

That is all he needed to know. Jungkook lowers his dark eyes, furrowing his brows and speeds up to a punishing pace, drilling his big cock into Taehyung's slutty hole without mercy. His balls slap against Taehyung's with each thrust, skin meets skin in harsh slaps, the lube is being scrambled in Taehyung so perfectly. Taehyung is wailing, head thrown back and eyes rolled to the back of his skull. His fingers are gripping the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white. His back is arched perfectly, giving the red and pink lights a perfect slope to dance on. His hard, leaking cock is slapping against his toned stomach with every thrust. And his hole, fuck he has never felt that fucking stuffed before. 

"Don't stop! Don’t stop!" he begs loudly, fucking himself back into Jungkook. 

"Fuck hyung", Jungkook growls, widening his stance in order not to fall. 

He feels fucking eternal. His body is tensed, muscles flexing. His inked up back and arms, his thick thighs, his toned abs and perky butt. Fuck he feels every fibre tense in pleasure. The red and pink lights cast shadows of darker reds and pinks on Jungkook’s body, hiding some of his tattoos in mystery while giving others a sinful spotlight. Jungkook looks down at where his veiny cock opens up Taehyung's pink hole. He watches how it slips out so easily and his hole stretches around him. He watches how it slips inside and feels how Taehyung's walls welcome him happily. He watches how it looks when he is buried inside Taehyung to the hilt. How his bubble butt fits so snug against his crotch, how his dark pubes look so perfect against Taehyung's skin, how his inked up fingers bruise Taehyung's hips and how rays of pink and red swirl all over Taehyung's curves. 

"Fucking perfect", Jungkook yelps and throws his head back, "you're fucking perfect hyung." 

Taehyung answers him by moaning unapologetically slutty. 

Now they are the ones keeping their neighbours awake. Now they are the ones whose screaming and moaning soaks through the ceiling and makes their upstairs neighbours wonder how hard those dudes downstairs are going at it. Now they are the ones giving everyone a show of how it is really done. How fucking should really sound like. And they aren’t even aware that they are doing it, they are too lost in the pleasure, too lost in their own fantasy of this perfect evening of two men fucking for intimacy and shared secrecy to care about the fact that they weren’t at all secretive about it. 

Jungkook opens his eyes heavily and lets out a guttural moan. He stares at the wet stain on the ceiling before a clench of Taehyung makes him go cross-eyed and force his lids close again. 

"I'm going insane", he laughs and moans, punishing Taehyung with angry thrust, "you literally make me fuck like an animal hyung." 

Taehyung grunts and moans, looking over his shoulder at Jungkook's blissed out state. His pecs and abs are flexed, pearls of sweat run down the ridges of it. They glisten in the red and pink lights. Taehyung lets his eyes linger on the dreamcatcher tattoo and watches how his ribs move under it with every ragged breath he takes.

"Fuck", he presses out, stumbling as he falls face first into the mattress. His back arches more, his ass takes the fucking even deeper, "Jungkook! Jungkook! Jungkook, I'm yours!" his screams are partially muffled by the mattress. His face is contorted as if he was in pain, but he wasn’t, he was so high on pleasure that it burns him from the inside out.

Jungkook falters. Taehyung never confessed his devotion to him before. 

"Say it again", he orders. 

"Yours! I'm yours!" Taehyung moans and sobs sinfully good, "fucking yours."

Jungkook growls and connects his hand with Taehyung's ass in a harsh spank. 

"Ah!", Taehyung squeaks before he screams his devotion to Jungkook even louder.

"Fucking hell hyung", Jungkook grunts, watching his cock shape Taehyung's hole, "that's right, fuck hyung you're mine", he says and does the unthinkable of stopping. 

That fucker stops and Taehyung is close to ripping the sheets apart in frustration.

"Don't stop, please don’t stop", Taehyung begs desperately, fucking himself back on Jungkook’s length. 

Jungkook does the even bigger sin of pulling out, leaving Taehyung to gape around nothing. Taehyung shoots up in panic, looking behind himself at Jungkook.

"Back! Please back! Back, back, back", he squeaks, reaching behind him to hit Jungkook's hand repeatedly, "back, please back." 

Jungkook chuckles, "flip over for me." 

Taehyung obeys gladly and so quickly that his swollen cock slaps against his stomach as he moves. His eyes are filled with desperation, glued to Jungkook's lips. Then he parts his legs and rolls his hips against nothing. 

"Please, please, please", Taehyung begs with his nose snotty as tears of desperation had started to fill his eyes, "back please. Jungkook please ba-ack", he wails.

Jungkook has to do everything in his power not to give in. He has never seen Taehyung so desperate before, so fucking stupid from getting his pleasure taken away that he is crying like a little baby and squirms as if he was being electrocuted. But Jungkook can’t give in, not when he has something different planned.

Jungkook leans down, exhaling as he does. His hands come to rest on each side of Taehyung’s head. Taehyung swallows heavily at the fire in Jungkook's eyes.

"Back please back", he begs quietly, squeezing out tears. 

Jungkook wipes them away and smiles fondly.

"Wrap your arms around me."

Taehyung obeys, trembling in anticipation. He never told him before but positions where he can look into Jungkook's eyes are his favourites. He is so excited about it. 

But Jungkook doesn’t slip back inside, Jungkook hooks his arm under Taehyung's legs and straightens up. 

Taehyung gasps and squeaks, body getting lifted off the mattress. Then he moans and buries his face in the crook of Jungkook's neck, giggling uncontrollably. 

The camera is standing perfectly to capture the obsessiveness Taehyung hugs Jungkook with. It captures the way he wraps his legs around his waist and how he wraps his arms around him tighter and how he seems to magically grow smaller in his arms. He is glowing, literally beaming as Jungkook carries him with ease. 

He giggles, rubbing his nose up and down Jungkook’s neck and twisting his fingers in his dark locks.

"Is that what you wanted?" Jungkook asks with a smile. It is like Taehyung wants to merge with him, he thinks it's adorable. 

Taehyung nods his head vigorously and giggles. 

"Good", Jungkook whispers, lowering Taehyung's body so he would sink down on his length. 

"Hngngn", Taehyung mewls, tilting his head back. His eyes are squeezed shut so tightly that he can see stars behind his lids. He is being stretched out so well, he feels so full. So full of Jungkook that it's overwhelming him in the best way possible. 

Then Jungkook begins bouncing him up and down his length, doing so with ease. Taehyung is tighter in this position, tighter and a lot hotter. Jungkook also feels his cock reach depths he wasn’t able to reach before. Fuck, his weight is making his muscles burn so addictingly. Jungkook can’t get enough of that feeling.

Taehyung moans unapologetically in his arms, clinging to Jungkook's body and taking the fuck gladly. His cock is rubbing against Jungkook's tensed stomach and his own, soiling their silken skins with his precum and in the process making him slip even better in the tight grip. 

Taehyung twists Jungkook's hair and sobs in pleasure. This is everything he ever wanted, this is even better than everything he ever wanted. Jungkook is holding him, he is carrying him as he claims his ass as his property. Oh how many times Taehyung wished this exact outcome as the result of being pressed against a wall by Jungkook. Oh how many times he jerked off in the shower afterwards, late at night when Jungkook and Yoongi were sleeping soundly just outside the bathroom door. 

Taehyung sobs and hugs Jungkook tighter. This is too good, this is the best thing he ever experienced.

"You're doing alright?" Jungkook makes sure, slowing down his movements. 

"Don't stop, more, fuck me hard", Taehyung begs shakily. 

Jungkook speeds up again, feeling Taehyung squeeze around his length. 

"Thank you", he squeaks, "thank you Jungkook, thank you." 

"Fuck Taehyung", Jungkook growls, thrusting his hips up as best as possible, "you drive me insane." 

Then he begins moving through the room, closer to the camera until he can tilt it up slightly. He had noticed just that moment that their heads were cut off. Now they aren’t anymore, they are being captured perfectly. Just as is Jungkook’s perky ass as he moves back to their previous position. He turns and shows the camera the way Taehyung takes his cock so well. 

"You take me so well hyung. You’re always so tight for me", he growls, rewarding Taehyung's trembling body with quick bounces up and down his cock. 

Taehyung curls his toes and moans loudly, squeezing himself closer in desperation. 

"Please can I cum?" he begs. 

"You're close? Already?" 

He nods his head and whimpers, cock throbbing uncontrollably. 

"Yeah? Is this really such a turn on for you?" Jungkook taunts, impaling Taehyung on his cock. Taehyung squeezes Jungkook’s waist with his legs, fuck it's making his cock rub over Jungkook's toned abs. 

Taehyung squeaks, nodding his head in the process. 

"So you’re my little fucktoy? My perfect, little fucktoy which I can carry around and use?" 

Taehyung lifts his head, staring at Jungkook with unfocused, half-lidded eyes. Jungkook feels a coil turn in his stomach at the view. He has never seen Taehyung be so high on pleasure before.

Taehyung nods his head, twisting Jungkook’s hair. Tears roll down his heated cheeks, his lips are swollen and parted, squeaky moans roll off his pierced tongue. 

Jungkook knows that Taehyung is close, he is clenching uncontrollably around him. 

"Cum for me Taehyung", he orders. 

Taehyung freezes up, rips his eyes open and a second later breaks on command. His eyes roll to the back before falling closed, he is shaking in his arms and moaning with his voice surprisingly high-pitched.

"That's it, there we go", Jungkook encourages him, struggling with his own high. Taehyung is squeezing so goddamn much, looking so fucking sexy in the process. Nose scrunched up, mouth agape, eyes half-lidded yet rolled back. It spurs Jungkook on, making him pick up an almost punishing pace. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Taehyung yelps, flexing his neck before his muscles give up on him and his head falls onto Jungkook's shoulder. Taehyung bites down on Jungkook's neck, forcing an animalistic growl out of Jungkook.

"You perfect fucking fucktoy. I wanna ruin you", Jungkook barks, dark eyes glued to the little flip screen so he could watch Taehyung's clenching ass take his cock. Taehyung trembles, curling in on himself as best as possible in this position. The overstimulation is almost too much. He grows tighter and tighter.

"I can't stop", Taehyung squeaks and convulses a second time, squirting his cum everywhere. He thinks that he never came that hard before. He can literally feel it in his bones, it is consuming him, eating him up until there is nothing left of him. Taehyung sobs, quaking uncontrollably. Being with Jungkook literally consumes him. 

Everything is too much for Jungkook. The view of Taehyung clinging onto him, the feeling of his hole pulsating uncontrollably, the sensation of his cum covering his torso. It is too much for Jungkook.

"I'm cumming Tae", he groans, arms struggling to hold him now that his fibers burn in the need to release. 

"Please fill me up", Taehyung begs and sobs, he literally sobs as Jungkook climaxes inside of him. He takes everything he has to offer, even if there was a condom between them. He doesn’t mind, he can feel it fill up with his warmth and it feels fucking incredible. So incredible that he can't help but cry in happiness and pleasure, clenching around Jungkook to help him. 

Jungkook stumbles, almost dropping Taehyung hadn’t the latter held on so well. Then the bounces stop. Silence except their ragged breathing. Taehyung is riding on the high of his afterglow, playing with Jungkook's hair at the nape of his neck. 

"F-fuck", Jungkook chokes out and tilts his head back to catch his breath, "that was incredible." 

Taehyung giggles and begins kissing Jungkook's features. Jungkook smiles, even when Taehyung begins kissing his lips he continues smiling. 

Taehyung breaks away after a moment, bouncing in Jungkook's arms as he rubs himself against his body for cuddles. 

"Did you have fun hyung?" Jungkook asks. 

"So much fun. So, so much fun", Taehyung squeaks and giggles, making Jungkook smile fondly. 

He turns to the bed and places Taehyung down on it. Then he steps back, despite the grabby hands Taehyung makes at him. 

"Soon, gotta get rid of the condom and turn off the camera." 

He turns and struts to the camcorder, carrying it to the bed for one last shot of Taehyung in his blissed-out post orgasm state. He drags his fingers through the cum on Taehyung's stomach, filming it. 

"So much cum", he rasps and wraps his fingers around Taehyung's softening cock to tug on it teasingly. Taehyung flinches and squirms, wrapping his fingers around Jungkook’s wrist. Then he giggles, face beaming in happiness. 

"So sensitive for me", Jungkook says and chuckles, letting go of Taehyung’s cock. 

He pans the camera up, filming Taehyung's face. It is heated up, dark hair sticking to his sweaty skin in messy strands. 

"This right here is my favourite look on him", Jungkook says, "did you have fun?" 

"Yes so much", Taehyung says, voice shaking slightly. 

"Good, I had fun too", Jungkook says and caresses Taehyung's leg, "say goodbye to the camera hyung." 

Taehyung hides his mouth behind his hand and giggles, "goodbye", he says shyly, averting his gaze to the side.

"Mhhm, goodbye", Jungkook rasps and finally turns the recording off.

Taehyung makes grabby hands immediately, "hold me, hold me, please hold me", he whines and pouts. 

"Soon, let me finally get rid of the condom", Jungkook says, placing the camcorder on the bedside table to clean up.

Jungkook also takes out his buttplug and brings a tissue for Taehyung to clean him off too. Taehyung lets it happen with his eyes sparkling in devotion. 

"Do you think the sextape is going to be hot?" Taehyung asks. 

"I think it's going to be more than hot", Jungkook answers him and finally joins him in bed. 

He rests on his stomach next to Taehyung, propped up on his elbows and chin resting on his hands. He looks at the other man and smiles fondly. 

Taehyung rolls over and basically throws himself against Jungkook's body. Jungkook falls with a laugh, accepting his fate of being squished underneath Taehyung's sweaty body as the other man tries to smother him in kisses.

"Are you tryna suffocate me?" he chuckles, wiggling out of his tight embrace to at least be able to breathe. 

Taehyung lifts his head, cupping Jungkook's left cheek. 

"I love you", he whispers and smiles. 

Jungkook widens his eyes, lips parting in pleasant surprise. 

"Really?" he breathes, voice carrying disbelief and shaking in emotion.

Taehyung nods his head and rests his forehead against Jungkook's temple. He closes his eyes, lips leaving a tender kiss on Jungkook’s cheek. 

"I love you so much Jungkook."​

[mellowswriting]

Stop you from writing Kylo smut? Honey, I'm actively encouraging you to. I'mma be a terrible influence and put the thot of angry, mid sparring sex. Ya boy would be so easy to rile up when he doesn't have the upper hand. It's that petulant Skywalker stubbornness shining through.

surrender

pairing || Kylo Ren x F!Reader

word count || 3,785

summary || After months of tension, all it takes is an elbow to the ribs to get Kylo Ren to fuck you. 

content || sparring turned fucking, somewhat public sex, dry humping, one singular spank, rough fucking on the floor like a couple of animals, inappropriate use of the force, mirror sex, degradation, praise, gendered language [good girl], a hint of titty worship. 

a/n || will I ever stop writing gruff, angry men as secret softies? no. will I apologize? also no. thank you guys for sticking with me through my crazy schedule and writers block - i love you guys

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You feel his eyes on you before you see him. There’s an undeniable sharpness to his eyes, to the way his gaze pierces through your body to your very core. It used to bother you how easily he could peek inside your head, but you’ve grown begrudgingly used to it. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t annoy the shit out of you, though.

“You’re doing it wrong.” Kylo’s voice rings out through the otherwise empty training room, bounces off of the mirrored walls and wraps you in sharp irritation. He sounds monotone, almost bored - but you’ve come to read him just as well as he reads you. The glance you give him shows you a slightly quirked eyebrow, the corner of his mouth ticked up in the ghost of a smirk. That’s all it takes to tell you what he’s there for: to be an annoying little shit. “Your stance is too wide. You’re leaving yourself wide open.”

You don’t bother responding or moving to adjust your stance in front of the punching bag. For fucks sake, you just wanted to squeeze a workout in before bed, a vain hope it would make you exhausted enough to finally get a good night’s rest. There isn’t enough patience in the entire galaxy for you to put up with him right now, not when you’re so frustrated and tired.

Kylo doesn’t particularly care, apparently.

Two strong hands settle high on your waist and forcibly shift your stance, his foot pushing yours until your feet are closer together, and his touch sends heat flaring through your entire body, a confusing mix of irritation and desire. You force it down and grit your teeth against the familiar need that awakens in your belly. It’s just the sleepless nights, you tell yourself. That’s why he seems more irresistible than ever - the sleepless nights and the lack of a real sex life.

Kylo’s hands leave your waist and for a mere moment, you think you’re in the clear, but they simply travel up to your shoulders and roll them back, pushing your chest out further inadvertently. You glance up to the mirrored wall, finally meeting his gaze as his touch lingers. Neither of you are blind to the dance you’re partaking in. The give and the take, the poor excuses to get your hands on each other, the aching desire cloaked as annoyance. It’s all about who breaks first, who turns away from the facade and gives in to the base needs that threaten to consume you both.

It won’t be you, not tonight. The elbow you send back into his ribs makes sure of that.

Kylo stumbles slightly, surprised by your sudden switch, and it gives you just enough time to whirl around and step back out of his grasp. You can’t help but smirk at his darkening expression, that familiar spark of angry lust gleaming in his eyes.

“Seems like I can handle myself just fine, Kylo.” You shrug once there’s a few steps of space between you.

He doesn’t bother giving a snarky reply, to your surprise. Your heart starts racing, a heady mix of lust and adrenaline lighting up your nerves and pulsing through you with every deliberate step forward he takes. There’s no fear to be found; in some weird, twisted way, you trust him. Kylo won’t hurt you, not beyond the bruises you always sport from sparring with him. His strength is tempered just above your own, enough to overpower you but not cause you serious harm, and maybe that is what makes this so intoxicating for you.

That strength of his. He could kill you with a single swipe from one of his huge hands, from the preternatural power that his sharp mind possesses, but he’s careful with you in a way that makes you want to both kick his ass and kiss his stupid, pretty face. That confusion clouds your mind and of course, Kylo takes advantage.

He lunges for you, barely managing to capture you in his arms as you try too late to sidestep him, and you flail for a second, your legs thrashing as he crushes your arms to your sides. You aren’t too proud to admit that it’s mere luck that you manage to land a solid kick to the weak spot on his leg and make him topple, using your combined weight to your advantage and dragging him down to the ground.

Kylo wastes no time in pressing you onto your back, one thick thigh swinging over your body to straddle your waist as he simultaneously slams your wrists above your head in a bruising grip. There’s a triumphant smirk on his face, but little does he know - that’s right where you want him. Your mind almost runs with the possibilities, that sinful notion rising in the back of your mind that you could kiss him right here and end the torturous tension, but you can’t let him win. Your pride won’t let you. It’s a fluid flurry of movement, something so well-practiced that it’s become muscle memory. You buck your hips up harshly, tossing him forward off of his balance, and the moment his hands leave your arms, you strike.

One arm wraps around the forearm he has braced next to your head and the other shoves at his shoulder, all while your leg hooks around his. You wrench your body to the side with all of your strength, desperately trying to focus on pinning him rather than the sinful press of your hips to his, and the dull thud of his body hitting the mat has victory singing in your veins. The momentum keeps you going, brings you up onto your hands and knees, and just as you’re about to scramble to your feet to get some space between your adrenaline soaked bodies, his hand wraps around your ankle and pulls.

It’s a smart move, one that makes you falter just long enough for him to gain the upper hand once more. Fuck, he’s fast, faster than his broad frame should allow. Kylo’s arms wrap around your waist and he’s on you in no time, his chest pressed to your back. Your mind is racing for an answer, anything you can use against him to get yourself out of this vulnerable position that makes your knees and your pussy ache all at once. This display of strength makes you shudder as you give a useless shove - and you feel it.

The sweatpants he wears do nothing to hide the erection that grinds against your ass, and Kylo doesn’t even bother biting back his groan. He arches further into you in a stuttered, instinctual thrust of his hips, and you can feel your pretense break. It crumbles pathetically, and the flood of need is free to flow through you completely. Pride be damned - you need him to fucking ruin you. Another strangled groan from the man caging you against the floor tells you he was peeking into your mind, an attempt to see your reaction to the culmination of months of pining without having to actually ask. The fluttering pressure inside your skull only confirms that, a familiar feeling you’ve come to associate with him.

Kylo manhandles your body, pushes and pulls until you’re on your back, and your thighs spread to welcome him as he settles over you. The two of you lock eyes and for a breath, you’re struck breathless at the sight of him. You’ve seen this man in countless situations. You’ve seen him annoyed, enraged, injured. You’ve seen him in the heat of battle and you’ve seen him hopelessly broken after a defeat. The light in his eyes brings you an entirely new perspective. It's hunger. Need. Something animalistic and clawing for release.

Kylo doesn’t hesitate to slot his lips over yours in a desperate kiss. You concede without thought, letting the white flag of your surrender unfurl as your own hunger consumes any thought that isn’t the constant thrum of fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. It pulses through you, urges you to let him take you however he wants. Every time you imagined this, you saw yourself giving a good fight for control, even though you know it to be futile, but you can’t bother to put up the front. His touch is too compelling, soothes the burning hunger you’ve felt for too long, and he knows it too. You can feel the smugness practically radiating off of him and if you weren’t so lost in the dance of his deep kisses, you wouldn’t let him get away with it.

You guide him closer with a squeeze of your thighs in a wordless plea for more and Kylo gives without a second thought. He lowers his hips against you and a groan rips from deep in his chest when you grind up along his cock. The layers of clothes that separate you do little to curb how desperate you are for the friction you’ve craved for so long. He’s wild-eyed when he breaks the kiss to watch you, to drink in the way you take your pleasure. The sight he makes is almost better than the feeling of length against your aching core. Hazel irises almost entirely consumed by the dark depths of his blown out pupils, Kylo catches his breath and lets his hands settle on your hips to take in your slow, rhythmic pace.

The rest of the world ceases to exist. Kylo has never felt so singularly focused in his life. The buzzing of otherworldly chaos he's so fine-tuned to feel fades in the presence of your body against his. You’re just so beautiful, your eyes half-lidded and gazing up at him with that hazy look of want. You want him. He swallows harshly, entirely unused to the warm feelings welling in his chest. The need to distract himself itches through him so he tilts your head and busies himself in leaving a reminder of this night on your throat and matching the slow rock of your hips.  

“God, I fucking hate you.” You grit out through the sharp pleasure-pain of his teeth and tongue working to cover your neck in his marks. In stark contrast to your words, your fingers curl in his hair to hold him close, to keep him right where he can give you all the attention you crave.

“I don’t tolerate lying.” He murmurs against your throat, one hand shoving down the front of your yoga pants, and you can feel a smirk curl his lips at the way you gasp. Two thick fingers tease your slick core. “You’re so wet for someone who hates me so much. I bet I can fuck you just like this, so desperate for my cock.”

A whine of frustration falls from your lips as his hand yanks out of your pants just as quickly as he put it there, but you don’t have long to be upset. Kylo’s fingers curl around the waistband and manage to get your pants down to your midthigh before he realizes the predicament before him. To get them off of you, he would have to move. The idea of retreating from your warm touch is unthinkable, not now that he’s finally gotten to feel you like he wants. In a split-second decision, Kylo wrenches the thin fabric in his fists and tears it down the middle to simply roll the tattered pieces down your legs.

It’s okay. He knows he’ll just get you new ones, left on your bed in a neatly folded pile in lieu of an apology.

“You, too.” You urge him on as you tackle your shirt and sports bra, not wanting to give him the chance to ruin those, too. He’s almost graceful as he reaches back to pull his shirt over his head and you want to say something cheeky, to tease him and get him ramped up in that intensity again, but the moment he shoves his sweatpants down his hips, you’re dumbstruck.

His cock arches up towards his toned stomach, flushed red and twitching with need. Fuck, he’s big, way bigger than you’re used to. You could always tell he was packing just by the way he fucking walks - not just the sheer confidence, but his nearly lumbering gait gave him away. You just know you’ll be able to feel him for days once he’s through with you. The urge to tease your tongue along the vein that runs along the underside of his cock strikes you hard, and Kylo chuckles. You realize with a start that you’ve been caught staring and an embarrassed heat rushes your face.

“Don’t worry, pet,” Kylo murmurs, that damned cocky smirk on his face. “Next time. For now… I just want to feel you.”

Next time. You barely have a second to understand the implications of his words before he’s dragging you in for another kiss that steals your breath, leaves you dizzy and wanting more even though you can feel the air burning out of your lungs. Part of you is surprised he hasn’t just buried himself inside of you without preamble, and as much as you know you would enjoy it, you can tell how much he needs this. Not just the release of fucking you into oblivion, but the touch. The caress of your fingers as they dance down his rib to hold him close. The playful nip of your teeth against his plump bottom lip and the swipe of your tongue to soothe the little mark you leave there. He smiles against your lips, something almost soft.

It’s like the roaring blaze of need has been tamed, calmed into a warm glow, and it’s nice. You like it, of course, but you want the Kylo Ren that had no issue in provoking you into a fight, in pinning you to the ground with that bruising grip. You want him to fuck you, to leave bruises on your skin and your fucking soul, to mark you as his in every way. Kylo groans as he leans back, his eyes roving over your face like he’s trying to memorize every detail.

“That’s what you want, hm? To be fucked like a whore?” He bites out, hunger and anticipation burning in his eyes. You whimper at his harsh words and he scoffs as if he isn’t after the exact same thing. “And to think I was going to be gentle with you.”

“Like you said…” You say breathlessly. “Next time.”

That seems to spark the reaction you want because Kylo goes fucking feral. Your head spins as he flips you over onto your belly, his impatient hands pulling you up onto your knees. You try to bring yourself up onto your hands to steady yourself but Kylo isn’t having that; he plants a hand between your shoulder blades and shoves, pinning you face down against the floor. A shiver wracks down your spine at the pure vulnerability of it all. You’re completely at his will, unable and unwilling to do anything but take whatever he gives you.

Kylo gropes and kneads at your ass greedily, like he’s never felt something so soft and plush before and he wants to destroy it. You feel him shuffle behind you, widening his stance on his knees as he lines himself up, and you don’t even get the chance to tense up over the fact that he’s going to fuck you without bothering to prep you with his fingers. He slides into you in one fluid thrust, not stopping until he’s buried so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. It hurts so fucking good. The stretch steals your voice, steals the very air from your lungs and leaves you gasping like you’ve just broken the surface of the violent, crashing ocean of pleasure that threatens to drown you.

He stills like the idea of leaving your heat for even a second is unfathomable, his hands squeezing your hips like he’s trying to ground himself. It’s intoxicating to know you have this effect on him, that the warm fluttering of your cunt is enough to make such a sharp mind go entirely blank.

“Kylo…” You whine, finally finding your voice through the fog of pleasure that curls in your belly. “Kylo, please.”

“Little fucking whore.” Kylo growls. The words alone would have been enough to make you writhe, but it’s the low timbre of his voice as he spits them that really does you in. It has you whining brokenly and arching your back deeper, as if your offering of your body, of your submission, would be enough for him to grant you salvation. All it does is earn you a sharp smack to your ass, one that makes you whimper his name again. “That’s right, say my fucking name.”

The moment you open your mouth to comply, Kylo draws back and slams into you, and the only thing that can leave your mouth is a pathetic moan. He sets a sharp pace, pulling you back by your hips to meet his thrusts. The training room echoes with the filth it, the harsh sound of Kylo Ren fucking you like he hates you. Every thrust grinds against that spot inside of you that makes black spots dance across your vision from the sheer ecstasy of it all, and you can feel the pressure building almost embarrassingly fast. The effect he has on you is undeniable. Your body aches, begs for his attention.

One of his hands leaves your waist and before you can beg him to use it between your legs, it winds in your hair and wrenches your head up from where you buried your face in your arms. The angle strains your neck uncomfortably and Kylo scoffs at the little whimper that falls from your lips.

“Look at yourself,” He spits. You finally get your eyes to focus and the mirrored image you see in front of you makes heat flush through your body. It’s almost fascinating to watch Kylo fuck you like his life depends on it, a sheen of sweat on his skin as he works you over. Taut muscles tense and ripple, the image of a god taking out his pleasures on his worshiper. “You look so beautiful like this… on your knees for me, right where you fucking belong.”

The possessiveness that rips through his voice has your cunt tightening around him, aching for that last push to send you into ecstasy. Your thighs tremble beneath you and if you weren’t certain you would collapse, you’d let your fingers finish the job. Something tells you Kylo wouldn’t let you get that far even if you tried.

“Please,” Your voice breaks around the single syllable.

“Please, what?” He coos, voice full of mock sympathy that leaves you shuddering.

“Please let me cum,” You plead. Your eyes meet his in the mirror and you see his shoulders soften minutely, a hint of the man who had been kissing you so deeply just moments before.

“You sound so pretty when you beg.” He groans.

You’re about to beg some more, to promise him anything he wants in the fucking galaxy if he just lets you cum, when a flush of warmth laves against your clit. Your brain fucking short circuits, confusion and almost unbearable pleasure coursing through your body and leaving you a muddled mess. It takes a second for the wires to come uncrossed, but even then you’re barely able to piece two thoughts together.

“Are you - i-is that… ah, fuck!” You choke out, your eyes rolling under the double assault of his cock and the fucking Force buzzing at your clit.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” Kylo groans. That voice is fucking sinful, almost as addictive as the pleasure he wrings from your body. The hand in your hair gives you a little shake, forces you to open your eyes. “Watch yourself when you fucking cum for me.”

White hot pleasure shreds through you, your body convulsing beneath him as an uncontrollable moan rips from your throat so harshly it leaves you hoarse. His hand finally relents his hold in your hair and you can’t stop yourself from collapsing beneath him, but he follows you, cages you against the floor with his chest to your back as he ruts into your fucked out body like a man possessed. His voice is low in your ear as he moans your name, making you shudder at the rough, untempered need. Kylo cums deep, shoves himself as far as your body allows as he fucks you through both of your devastating orgasms.

Kylo shushes your soft whimper as he pulls out and drops to the floor beside you, his chest rising and falling sharply as he tries to catch his breath. Despite barely being able to feel your legs, you manage to press yourself into his side and sate the need to feel his skin against yours. He lifts his arm, welcomes you into his embrace in the way his arm wraps around you tightly. The bliss leaves you floating, feeling soft and needy in a way you haven’t felt in so long, something you didn’t realize you were missing until you got it again. Your lips meet his throat in a gentle kiss and you can feel his happy hum vibrate against you.

You smile at the sound and eagerly give him more, trailing down the ridge of scar tissue that came far too close to taking his life. You can remember how hesitant he was to let you help him, how he stared up at you with guarded eyes as you applied medicine and dressing to the wound. It’s a far cry from the intimacy you’re sharing with him now, almost amusing in the stark contrast. Now Kylo closes his eyes under your gentle affection, trusts you in such a vulnerable, spent state that he’s close to falling asleep right there on the training room floor.

Just because he’s tired doesn’t mean he isn’t paying you any attention. He holds you close, arm wrapped tightly around you, and the position leaves your chest pressed against his side, bringing his attention to your breasts. Really, he had neglected him as he fucked you, which he finds himself regretting. You're so soft all over, but especially here and he can’t help but let his fingertips skim the slope of your breast, ghosting over your nipple until it perks up under the attention. A needy little noise slips from you when he rolls your nipple between his fingers. Kylo’s lips twitch up into a smile.

“I think you’re going soft on me.” He murmurs.

“Shut up, Kylo.”

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[holewithinahole]

Glorious Evolution | Viktor x gn!reader

Summary: You're slowly dying. That's what living in the Slums does to you. But there are rumours, rumours of a benevolent man with the ability to give back what life has taken from you. And you have nothing left to lose...

Warnings: not canon to Arcane, take elements from League's original lore, non-native writer, unchecked grammar

Yo, so, I was reading Viktor's lore and I wanted to write this little something. It roughly follows Viktor's original lore, I kinda left behind the whole dying/Hexcore thing, you can imagine what you want between Arcane and the time when Viktor comes back to Zaun after being expelled from Piltover's University.

I might write a sequel, who knows...

“If you are desperate, Viktor is the man you go to.”

Those are the murmured words in between the cracks into the depth of the City of Zaun. When illness seeps deep into your bones and you have nothing but death awaiting you, you start to frantically look for a fix, a simple minute added to your pitiful life.

No one cares about who you become in the Lanes. People die there every day. It’s common here in the Slums to see people disappear. Most think they’re dead, others know desperate measures equal desperate solutions.

And this solution is known as Viktor.

Viktor is a name either whispered in adoration or in fear. Sometimes disgust. Viktor is a synonym for either worship or blasphemy. Viktor is a new vision of progress. People never truly vanish because Viktor nurses them back to life and if they’re nothing like they were before, well at least they’re alive. Viktor, the solution seeker, the life bearer. Viktor will see you and offer you a new path.

Because, more importantly, Viktor is a synonym of acceptance.

You stand in front of his laboratory in Emberflit Alley: a shady looking building in a foggy narrow corridor. Creepy, even for Zaun. You expire the air you can’t even use correctly. Your lungs are now two burnt lumps, liquefied by chemicals and pollution and if you’re still standing now, it’s only because your other organs haven’t failed you yet.

Mentally, you're standing there because of this atrocious, gut-clenching hunger for life. It lashes at your throat, makes your muscles tremble and had you climb every step higher to the Entresol, run faster towards the most dubious solution. You have almost no reason to believe you won’t walk out of there alive, you somehow know you will.

Yet, you still don’t know what you’ll leave behind.

Two sharp knocks at his door and you hear an irregular clacking sound on metal.

The door opens on a tired face and two bright amber eyes. You stop breathing for a second. Despite all the talk around Viktor’s achievements, you somehow had never actually thought about the man before you.

His body is a shamble of mechanical parts and whirring energy. Everything about this incoherent puzzle of flesh and metal should repulse you but you’re from the Lanes and small are the things that can even scare you anymore.

He raises an eyebrow, the dim light of the alley casting blue hues in his hair and you completely forget about everything else.

“Enter, please.” He mumbles in a thick accent.

He turns his back and walks back to his working bench, leaning heavily on his old cane. You can’t help but notice the delicate work put into the object. It’s golden and dirtied by use, like its owner’s face.

“Your lungs I assume.”

You nod slowly, distracted by everything around you.

“You do know what will happen, right?” Viktor says, scratching down notes on an open notebook.

“Not exactly.” You breathe out.

“I’ll replace all your damaged parts with complex machinery of my own design.” Viktor stops writing to look at you. “That is if you agree with the procedure.”

“Either I agree or I die in a gutter.”

Viktor has a small snort. What a weird noise coming from him, too remote from his persona, too human. “I’ve always admired human resilience.” He admits after a short silence. “We always search for new ways to move forward, to evolve. Expand our life, even if there is nothing to go back to.”

You don’t know what to answer to that. Viktor asks: “Do you want to?”

“Will I end up looking like you?”

Viktor doesn’t even look bothered by the remark. “Depends on the severity of the damage. My condition was pretty advanced.”

“What happened?” You can’t help but ask.

“My leg--“ His mouth stays open but no sound comes out. Then, he sighs: “I was dying. As a citizen of Zaun, I knew I was doomed from an early age.” He looks at you knowingly. “But it happened quicker than I thought.

“You have to understand that I do not concern myself with the emotional impact the procedure will have on you. I believe it’d be better for you not to worry about ethical questions as well.”

“Who do you take me for, a topsider?” You snort. “Ethical questions are for the rich.”

The little laugh that leaves Viktor has you looking at him in surprise. “If he could hear you…” He mumbles to himself, slapping his notebook shut before tugging it underneath his arm. “Come.”

“Viktor?”

He stops on his track to look back at you. There is dread settling in your bones. It genuinely astonishes you that after all this time, all this profound resignation, you’re still so enslaved to basic emotions like fear. You want to run away but your logic begs you to stay, you watch Viktor more and more and your curiosity roots you down.

You have a million questions and you’re not sure you’ll remember them after… the evolution. But your body doesn’t have enough time to ask all of them anyway.

“...will it hurt?”

There’s a light in his eyes, a tremor on his lips and you can’t look away.

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

He extends his gloved hand towards you and you take it. It is flesh.

[babybluebex]

laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.

[diaphragmjellyfish]

Robby NSFW Alphabet

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A: Aftercare

Robby’s aftercare is ON POINT. He’s a huge cuddler and loves to have the chance to take care of someone who really appreciates it and takes care of him in return. He will get a soft, damp cloth and clean you off before pulling you onto his chest and wrapping you both up in tons of blankets. He likes to pet your hair while you fall asleep, and hold you so that no one can hurt you while you’re in such a vulnerable state. He knows, realistically, that no one is gonna jump out of the closet and attack you, but it makes him feel needed. 

B: Body Part

His favorite body part of yours is your hands. He loves holding them up next to his and comparing, he loves holding your hand, and he loves when your hand is wrapped around his cock while y’all are in private. He can’t help but look at your left hand and picture a pretty ring on that finger, imagining the beautiful future he wants to have with you. His favorite body part of his is his butt. The boy works out, and he knows how much you like it. He honestly never noticed his butt before, whether it was nice or not, until you started pointing it out, and now he walks around in leggings just to get your attention!

C: Cum

He likes to cum in your mouth. Blowjobs make him feel like he’s in heaven, and when you swallow, it makes Robby feel like you’re accepting him and worshipping him like no one ever has before. He also likes to finish inside you (wrap it up) because of how intimate it is. Not part of the prompt, but he loves to make you sit on his face and cum all over his mouth, dirty boy. 

D: Dirty Secret

Robby has always wanted to try more public sex. The thought of getting caught riles him to no end, and he gets so turned on by the idea of holding his hand over your mouth in a janitor’s closet so people walking past don’t hear your moans. If you wanted to try it, y’all would start small, like your backyard, and work your way up, but if you weren;t into it, that’s fine with him too. 

E: Experience

He’s decently experienced. Robby had a one night stand or two before he met Mr. Larusso, when he hung out with those hooligans, but it never meant anything. With you, it’s his first time doing it with feelings involved, and he was blown away by how much better it was that way. He was experienced enough to not bust in T-2 minutes, but he still had a lot to learn about taking his time and making sure you both enjoyed it. With the other girls, it was always about doing it to impress his friends so he never thought much about how it felt, for him or her. You have to teach him that porn isn’t realistic, and that it takes time to feel good. He’s a fast learner though. 

F: Favorite Position

He loves a good 69, lying down or standing ;) bc he’s strong like that. He also likes taking you from behind while he holds you up against him by your neck, and his other hand playing with your nipples or clit. Add a mirror, and you have the hottest sex either of you had ever had. 

G: Goofy

He can be goofy during foreplay or aftercare, but Robby likes to keep it more intimate and serious during actual sex. He wants you to know that he takes you seriously, and thinks that you guys are goofy all the time, so he wants sex to be loving and heartfelt. Drunk sex can be goofy, but most of the time, he keeps it mature. 

H: Hair

He will shave it off every once in a while and let it get stubbly for a couple weeks, then shave again. Robby HATES ingrown hairs, so he doesn’t like to shave every day, but he thinks just trimming makes it look sloppy. He settles for shaving every couple weeks. He literally doesn’t even notice when you don’t shave, so obviously he doesn’t care about that. Like he’s so caught up in the moment that you could put a little blue wig down there and he wouldn’t notice. 

I: Intimacy

So growing up, Robby never really had people that cared a lot about him. Because of this, he lives for intimate moments. Just you guys lying on his bed playing with each other’s hair makes him swoon. He’s a romantic guy, and would definitely go all out with flower petals, candles, champagne, and bubble baths if it were a special occasion. He wants you to know that he loves you, and wants to make sure you know how much he loves you. 10/10 romance. 

J: Jack off 

He did it a lot before he met you, but now he prefers you. He really doesn’t feel the need to jack off because you guys are together so often. If he starts thinking about you in the shower or something, maybe he would, but he’d rather just text you to come over. 

K: Kink

So Robby is a switch. When he’s feeling more dominant, he loves to spank you with his hands, a paddle, or his karate belt. He gets off on the fact that you trust him so much to hold your pleasure and pain in his hands. He would never go too far, but he loves how wet you get after a light spanking. When Robby is more sub, he likes when you boss him around. Telling him how exactly to pleasure you, pulling his face further into your core. Making him get on his knees and watch as you pleasured yourself. He worships you. 

L: Location

At first, a bed. But after you guys have sex on a beach at night one time, he realizes that he wants to try tons of different locations. Just the possibilities of how he can position you, someone catching you, or someone hearing how good he makes you feel, really gets him going. His favorite so far was in an empty stairwell at a fancy resort that Sam invited you both to. 

M: Motivation

So like Hawk and Miguel, Robby is a teenage boy! He’s horny all day, every day. He loves seeing you in workout clothes, seeing other guys hit on you and then shrink away when they realize you’re his, teaching you karate, and watching you put your hair up. It reminds him of… certain things. 

N: No

He would never ever let someone else join you guys. Male, female, or other, he hates the idea of someone putting their hands on you in that way, and knows you would feel the same about him. Robby thinks you guys have such a perfect chemistry going, so why would you want to ruin that with another person? It would just be awkward and clumsy, and Robby does NOT like to share. 

O: Oral

So like I said earlier, he thinks porn is accurate when y’all first start having sex. He would go down on you for like 30 seconds, barely using any pressure or suction, and would then be confused as to why you weren’t finishing. He sat you down one day and talked to you about it, because he was scared you just weren’t attracted to him or something. When you told him that you needed more than what he was doing, he made you teach him right then and there. He spent a good hour and a half going down on you, making you tell him what was good and what wasn’t, learning how to actually give GOOD head, and now he’s pretty much an expert. He takes his time and takes cues from you. You were amazing at head right off the bat, and he’s such a simp for you when you’re between his legs. 

P: Pace

It honestly varies depending on the day and what mood you guys are in. He’s a switch in all respects, so he can be slow and loving, or fast and rough, or a mix of the two. He also loves when you start on top and set the pace, and then he will flip you guys over when you get tired and finish you both off. 

Q: Quickie

He likes a good quickie in those moments when you guys are out and get turned on all of a sudden. Robby likes to take you somewhere a little more private and get you both off, before resuming what you guys were doing and acting like nothing happened. You’ve seen him shake the hand of someone with the same hand that was buried in you 3 minutes before, acting like nothing was out of sorts at all. 

R: Risk

He will try new things if you want to, but is honestly pretty content with how you guys fuck right now. His philosophy is “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” But he’s more than willing to try whatever you want to try. Robby can’t say no to his girl. Sometimes, you guys just sit there and watch porn together, and will see something that looks like fun, so you decide to try it. 

S: Stamina

So I feel redundant for saying this on Miguel and Hawk’s too, but he’s a teenage boy! He can’t go for more than 12 minutes at first. He could go like 5 times in a row, but didn’t last very long. Now, he’s way better. He can last for a solid 30 to 40 minutes if he really wants to, but normally you’re satisfied before that and he can let himself finish. 

T: Toy

Robby loves to try toys on you. When you first told him that you had a vibrator, he immediately asked if he could use it on you. He’s fascinated with how different toys do different things, and he loves studying the difference in your reactions depending on what he’s using. He doesn’t really like toys being used on him though. He thinks it feels weird and he'd rather have your mouth or hand. 

U: Unfair

Robby can be a really bad tease if he’s in the right mood. He would hover his mouth over your pussy, letting you shake and cry before he touches you. He would finger you and bring you right up to the edge, before pulling his hand away and laughing as you almost sob. He likes knowing he has the power to make you writhe like that. 

V: Volume

He’s pretty quiet, to be honest. You had to tell him specifically that you wanted him to be louder in the bedroom. Once you did that, he started to let loose a little bit more, but still isn’t super loud. He would rather listen to you scream his name ;) 

W: Wild Card

He loves shower sex. Too many times have you guys both cum, only for him to carry you into the shower to clean off and eventually start round 2. The water, the soap, the nakedness, he’s a sucker for it. There’s no clean up involved, and he even gets a bathtub mat so you guys don’t slip and hurt yourselves. 

X: X-Ray

I said it before and I’ll say it again! Size! Does! Not! Matter! The g-spot is 3 INCHES IN so if he’s hitting it right it’s fine!!! But Robby is probably a solid 6 inches. 

Y: Yearning

Teenage boy! He could go at the drop of a hat. Robby wants you all the time, he just holds back until you want to as well. Which is also often, I mean look at him!

Z: Zzz

He doesn’t really like to fall asleep right after in case you need something. He makes sure he’s available to get you whatever you need: a snack, water, another blanket, a kiss. Robby also likes to hold you while you sleep, because it makes him feel like he’s doing his duty as your boyfriend and protecting you. 

[astaroth1357]

Okay, but like could you imagine how the demon bros would react if MC had a fanclub, because I feel like that would be wild lol

The Brothers v. The MC’s Fanclub

Surely, the italics blurb was meant for more than this! Any old letters in any order could have been strung together for the purpose of wasting space and yet here it is, a being brought forth with intent! With substance! The blurb has a need for greater purpose, but what is it to do when its sole function is to only exist?? How can it ever hope to fulfill its ambition when it's no more than a proto-intro to a fuller, more engaging story?! Surely… Surely there is a way...

Lucifer

He had expected a human in the Devildom would have been eaten… not popular!

The MC’s rise to the social hierarchy sidelined him hard. When he had assigned Mammon to guard their human, it was with the expectation of keeping hungry demons at bay… not ushering them through crowds of followers like a security detail.

Honestly, it’s more inconvenient than anything… The MC’s fans are actually worse than his own at taking a hint and he had to give the human a map of school just to find ways to avoid them in the halls!

They usually know better than to crash any dates that the two are on (this is Lucifer we’re talking about), but they get no privacy at RAD anymore… If he tries to meet up with the MC for anything, he has to go round up all their crazed stalkers groupies before he can actually say anything.

He’d expel them all if he could, but since Diavolo holds onto that power, he just gives any of them that get in his way an eternal detention… Can’t bother MC if you’re sealed in a closet, now can you?

Mammon

His possessiveness and his need to make money are at real odds with themselves…

On the one hand, it’d be so easy to milk these fools like no tomorrow! He could sell them practically anything the MC’s touched from old shirts to toothbrushes. Pictures could go for twice as much and if he could get the MC to give out hugs…? They’d be loaded!! Loaded, baby!!!

… But then one of them tries to get too close to MC and he feels the urge to sock him in the jaw… Like, they’re suckers, obviously, but the MC is still HIS MC. The idea of a bunch of groupies following them around… it gets under his skin something fierce.

He pretty much won’t leave their side at all at RAD just so he can swat away their fans whenever he gets the chance. He may as well be their personal bodyguard, the second a guy gets too close, Mammon will have him by the back of the neck and toss him out on his ass.

It doesn’t stop him from making money off them completely (this is Mammon we’re talking about) but he makes sure they stick to whatever worthless cast-offs he pawns on them. The real deal is his and his alone, ya hear?

Levi

Jealous boi is jealous and he doesn’t want to talk about it.

The second he found out the MC had their own fanclub he knew he hated them. He’s an otaku and a huge ass simp for people in both 2 and 3 dimensions. That means he knows what fans like this do to the people they idolize… 

Just the thought of the MC’s groupies trying to get candid shots of them or going after everything from their pencils to their bathwater… Nope. No. Not allowed. Not with his MC anyway.

He starts going out to RAD more often just to stake his claim when those losers are around (yes, even he considers them to be losers… not that he has much leg to stand on but hey). 

Normally stuttery and blushy Levi suddenly upgrades to a confident snek boy literally any time he sees their fans around. He’s gotta be touching them somehow and he’ll smile in their direction like a smug asshole the entire time. Yeah that’s right… be jealous of him for a change, you simps.

Satan

Dear lord are they an annoying bunch…

Satan isn’t opposed to the MC having fans in principle, on some level he even understands it. They’re a human in a world full of demons and that’s going to turn some heads on its own, but that doesn’t mean they have to be SO IRRITATING about it...

Satan will just be walking with the MC out in the courtyard and they’ll have fans practically nipping their heels for attention… He’d be much more patient with them if they didn’t insist on following the MC everywhere, even when they clearly don’t want them around!

Satan ends up becoming a second bodyguard for the MC when Mammon’s not around. Most of the club will keep their distance from him after just a glare but he’ll start breaking arms if pushed. Satan doesn’t play.

One unfortunate soul made the mistake of trying to take a bit of the MC’s hair for a spell and Satan caught him, scissors at ready and everything… No one talks about where those scissors ended up afterward…

Asmo

Actually isn’t as irritated with their fanclub as everybody else because, like, have you seen his? It’s just one of the joys (and challenges) of being so popular! Slay it, MC!!

Asmo is the only one who tries to encourage the MC to interact with their fans more because he’s experienced the benefits for himself. 

Having a loyal fanclub can be so heartwarming at times! It’s like having a group of people always willing to pump to you up all the time - and who doesn’t need that?

Often invites their fanclub to join his fanclub to make “crossover” parties where they all can mingle together and enjoy heaps of praise! (The MC’s actual enjoyment of these “parties” is entirely up to their tolerance of sycophantic idol worship…)

Asmo does have his limits though. The MC’s lips really only belong to him and any fan who thinks otherwise will have to deal with the full verbal fury of the fifthborn… He has made several of them dropout completely… 

Beel

Thought their club was maybe a little weird at first but tried to keep an open mind… 

They certainly aren’t like HIS fanclub (who are just the sweetest people) but they liked the MC and he liked the MC. They couldn’t have been that different, right?

Wrong. Very, very wrong. They are nothing alike.

This fact became abundantly clear to Beel after he watched a few of them steal the MC’s gym shoes from their locker… Yeah, he’s not about these guys much after that.

Mammon refused to let Beel take over as the MC’s 24/7 bodyguard, but he did become the primary muscle of the “MC Security Squad.” If a fan gets a little too crazy, then Beel straightens them out with a fist and a smile.

Belphie

Heeeey, good job MC, you got some minions! Now you just got to learn how to use them.

At least, that’s what he says but he’s not actually going to teach them or anything. Does he look like a tutor to you? Too much work...

Whether or not the MC learned how to exploit their popularity properly, he doesn’t like it when they’re around anyway. Belphie’s a very, “Me Time means Just ME” sort of guy and having a bunch of losers following the MC around gets in the way of their lunchtime cuddle…

Unlike everyone else, though, Belphie has his own minions to do his bidding so now Belphie’s fanclub and the MC fanclub are having all-out wars between class periods. We’re talking fistfights, blackmail, and firecrackers. Shit gets wild.

Not that Belphie really cares or even looks as involved in any of it as he actually is. Little does the MC know that every time they pull him in for a snuggle, he’s probably just ordered someone to slash some poor groupie’s tires… Don’t fuck with the Sleep King.

[legoshi-plz]

WAIT WHAT ABOUT A CHUBBY S/O WITH NSFW FOR THE G A N G ??? -🐙anon

A/N: Alright alright alright! Now that’s a big-brained prompt right there! I kept it shorter this time and with less characters because doing the usually lineup was taking way too long

Warning: NSFW. Also this is written for Fat/Plus-Sized! Readers. It was intentionally specific in that way. Please no Fatphobia, if you don’t resonate with that then this might not be for you. Reader is also Gender-Neutral.

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Louis:

- So scrawny yet has the most confidence out of anybody.

- Sees having a heavier S/O as a testament of his own prowess.

- “You’re not too heavy, I can handle it. Just trust me, beautiful.”

- Always pushing the limits when it comes to throwing you around and picking you up. You’re always scared he’s going to drop you but he never does.

- Exclusively prefers chubby partners. They just feel right for him, feel softer, feel better, especially during sex.

- Speaking of sex, Louis always has to top, please don’t try to persuade him otherwise. It’s really important to him to prove to you that he’s capable of fucking you out good and proper despite being on the skinner side.

- Please be loud and tell him what a good job he’s doing, it strokes his ego so much.

Legoshi:

- He’s actually not picky about what body type his partner has. Legoshi usually falls for personality first and will love any body that that personality comes in.

- Or at least that’s what he likes to think, until he gets a taste of life of the fluffier side.

- Has a hard time keeping his hands off you, your body just turns him on so much. He even feels pretty guilty about it because the last thing he wants to do is annoy you but one look at your thighs and he’s on you in an instant.

- He’s very gentle with you. You’re just so soft and so delicate, he couldn’t stand if he hurt you. Fucks you nice and slow, making sure you’re well adjusted to his size before he picks up the pace.

- Could go down on you for hours and has. Can’t get enough of your taste, it’s almost hypnotizing to him. Makes you cum with his mouth again and again until you’re literally begging him for a break.

- Legoshi is also a hopeless romantic. Very common for him to go off on poetic tangents about how much he loves your body. Incorporates body worship often during sex but also outside the bedroom as well.

Gouhin:

- Gouhin is a panda so chubby, bigger bodies are the norm for his kind. Despite him being a muscular outlier, he’s still almost exclusively attracted animals with more fat.

- Likes his partners HEAVY, says he just can’t feel anything with a skinny partner. Very open and proud about his preference.

- Craves how warm you are and is constantly sticking his hands up your shirt, down your pants, in between your thighs, etc. to warm them up. Just likes to always be touching you somehow.

- Also loves for you to sit on his lap, even for mundane things. As far as he’s concerned, his lap is your permanent seat and even has you sit on his lap in public. If at a gathering with friends, they know better than to offer you your own seat because they already know Gouhin’s not having that.

- Since he’s so muscular, he’s not afraid to do all the work in bed. He actually perfers it that way, really makes him feel like an Alpha male. He will still let you on top (he has an absolute weakness for you riding him), but his strong arms are going to be wrapped around your waist/hips helping guide you while he’s thrusting up into you. Finds it adorable when you get tired and he has to take over.

- “You did so good baby but now it’s time to let Daddy do the work.”

- Aftercare with him is so sensual. He loves to kiss every inch of you afterwards, especially your tummy. He actually has quite the fixation on your tummy, loves the roundness of it. Usually showers it with kisses and then starts going lower which inevitably leads to a Round 2.

Riz:

- Again, like Gouhin, he’s a bear and bears just prefer animals with more meat on their bones. He sees it as a given and thinks everybody knows about this preference bears have so he’s genuinely shocked when people don’t know this.

- However, unlike Gouhin, he’s a little less... refined in his attraction. Riz unintentionally seems like he has a fetish for plus-sized animals by how horny curvy body types make him, but that’s just his hyper-sexual nature.

- Which is why he nearly worships the ground you walk on. He finally found an animal that’s able to keep up with high sex drive, who’s also able to handle his rough nature without him being worried he’s going to break them in half.

- Sees larger partners as more sturdy, so he feels like he doesn’t have to hold back with you. Manhandles the absolute hell out of you just because he can. Also, he’s always habitually squeezing your sides/rolls, he’s completely obsessed with how solid you are.

- Always picking you up and carrying you. If you’re in another room but he feels like cuddling, he’ll find you, throw you over his shoulder and bring you to the couch/bed/etc. just to curl up with you. Thinks your weak attempts at saying “Put me down, I’m too heavy.” are HILARIOUS.

- “Do you know how strong I am, baby? This is nothing to me,”

- Riz is still very much aware of how huge his dick is so he wouldn’t ever purposely hurt you but he is an intense lover. Mating Press is his go-to position, followed by regular missionary. He loves when his huge body is covering you and you literally have no other option but to lay there and take his fat cock.

- Also loves any position where he picks you up and fucks your soft body into a wall. Thinks it’s cute when your chubby hands slap his shoulder when your orgasm is approaching. Speaking of chubby hands, he likes to put two of your fingers in his mouth and suck them while he’s pounding into you (it’s a really weird kink of his but it keeps him rock hard during sex so you let it slide.)

Collot:

- Like Legoshi, he didn’t really know about his underlying attraction to plus-sized animals until he met you. He’s always been an ass man, preferring the big, round kinds the would jiggle in the palm of his hands. But when he saw your body, he was completely mesmerized.

- He’s still very much an ass man, and takes any and every opportunity to smack yours then squeezing it. You know that thing guys do when they grab your ass so hard they spread the cheeks a little. Well, Collot is the King of that.

- Also loves to spank you. Not always as a punishment either, sometimes he’ll just come home, see you looking irresistible, and will sit down, patting his thighs. “C’mon, you know the drill.”

- Spanks you and marvels at the way your thick thighs and ass tremble before him. Always rewards you by sinking two long fingers into your plush heat. Doesn’t stop fingerfucking you until you’ve made a mess all over his lap.

- He’s definitely handsy in almost every aspect of your relationship. Pinches your cheeks when he’s teasing you, blows raspberries on your tummy just to get your attention, caresses your thighs when he feeling frisky. He also really likes how pudgy your arms are. Likes to nuzzle his face into the soft flabby part of your upper arms (you know the part). It’s really warm and smells nice because it smells like your scent (perfume/cologne/etc.) and he just can’t get enough of it.

- Has a little bit of an oral fixation when it comes to you. Loves to watch you eat, talk, anything that involves your mouth really. And when you’re not doing anything with it, he’s fighting the urge to stuff your face with his cock and see your pretty lips work their way around that. Seeing your chubby cheeks bulge from taking his girth into your mouth sends him over the edge every time.

- He’s extremely possessive over you. Knows exactly how gorgeous you are and how anyone would leap at a chance with your soft, full figure. The thought of sharing you is enough to have him foaming at the mouth.

- “You’re mine, do you understand? Nobody’s coming between you and me.”

- That’s something he says often, usually after sex when his fingers are trailing up and down your spent form. Despite him saying it softly, you know he means every word.

[aio-rya]

Sarabia Kink Headcanons

「Requested by Anon」

Dear Anon, sorry it took so long. I was on a writer block that lasted an eternity.

WARNING: NSFW content ahead. Suggestive/explicit content under the cut, minor aged users, do NOT interact please~

Kalim ☀️

・Our pretty little sun here is fond of body worship. Since the very beginning, he praised your body, from the sensation of your plump lips touching his cheeks as a greeting to the feeling of your warmth taking him deep inside yourself as for the first time. He never fails on speaking oh how much he adores every single inch of you: the gleam in your eyes, the softness of your hair, every single freckle or mole and the colour of your skin. Your entire self is perfect on his eyes.

・Nipple/breast play is one of the things he often do. It all started as some accidental touch that grew into something hotter. The first time, he hugged you from behind but his hands landed on your chest; he squeezed them telling you their texture resembled to the one of marshmallows. It later turned out to be one of his favourite places to tease you, pushing them together while massaging the contours, pinching your nipples, sucking and occasionally bitting slightly on your flesh.

・Contrary to Jamil's likings, Kalim likes the slow love-making. He never rushes the things he likes to do with you, not even when his body is on the edge —sometimes, his mischievous attempts of pleasure turns into orgasm denial. Merciless teasing you in a single spot until you're about to burst just to change to another spot before you do it. He loves playing innocent, but you let him have his way with you since he always guarantees an amazing experience.

・Despite his will to fill you with pleasure, there is something he loves receiving from you and that's oral sex. He gets tired and stressed from living not only as a Dorm head but as an important, targeted person; there are nights when he's unable to sleep, days when his mood is down, those times are when he would thankfully accept you on your knees to help him relax with that pretty mouth of yours —after you help him reach his climax, he would often feel guilty by thinking he's just using you for his own pleasure. A thought hard to kick off his mind, but you always manage to let him know it brings you pleasure too.

・Kalim is always seen as a calm, composed good boy, he never gets into trouble and never seeks for conflict with anyone. But it's a different situation when he's needy —he finds teasing you as a terribly delightful experience. He knows you can't squirm or whimper for him to let you go, people might find it weird, an inappropriate suspicious behaviour and this is exactly what turns him on: the adrenaline over the possibility of being caught.

・Which are the same circumstances why he likes taking you for a "walk" around the campus, it could be the forest behind the Castle, the grounds on the other side of the Coliseum, the fields near the main gates after classes... So you two could make out and even have sex on the outside, where he knows he'll be out of Jamil's sight, where you don't have to be hyper-alert of your surroundings. Where you can be as loud as you wish.

Jamil 🐍

・He loves having this game of 'master and slave'. Though Jamil doesn't enjoy hurting you or seeing you in pain, he loves when your suggestive behaviour turns into sudden submission, when you offer to obey his every single command just to guarantee his pleasure. Just by knowing you will obey his deepest wishes, just by knowing you will do as he says is enough to have him head over heels for you as if it was the first time.

・Something that comes more often as a natural response to the situation is praise kink. In the middle of the action, you start whispering sweet words to him that eventually become praises, you describe how you love him to touch you like that, how he is the only man able to please you this way, how his hands always find the best way to your climax and his body feels like heaven. You really feed his ego like nobody else can.

・It's not hard to believe but Jamil is a master at dirty talking. He's not rude, not unless you ask for him to call you a specific name. He prefers to be rather descriptive about your behaviour.

・He's fond of quickies. The adrenaline of knowing you must be quiet otherwise you will be caught. His bed is right across Kalim's, his door is at the very same position as his and the walls are thick enough to muffle the wet sound of your bodies together but thin enough to let everyone outside the room hear your moans. He loves calling you to the bedroom to tease you and make you his in the rougher way possible just to see you struggling to not awake Kalim.

・However, the Dorm is not the only place where he would toy with you. When you go cheer him after Basketball practice, he likes taking you away for a couple of minutes, hiding behind the locker room or beneath the bleachers, where he can gladly lay you against the wall, fingers inside your clothes, unless you're willing to kneel in front of him to suck his worries off his body.

・We could say he's a bit into BDSM. He's neither harsh nor gentle, however he doesn't like to see your body red due to the lashes, that's why he uses gold chains to tie you instead when you're in the mood for some dirty games. He would even borrow some jewellery from Kalim's treasure to dress you up like a queen —he deserves an eye candy once in a while, after all, at an all-boys college you're supposed to wear clothes that help you blend with the rest of the students.

[yandere--stuck]

The god of sleep has no dreams of his own. When Hypnos sleeps, it grants him the opportunity of visiting those of others, drifting along as on a gentle river. It’s comforting. Shards and glimpses of lives that aren’t his own, of people and places that won’t ever mean the same to him, the visions indirectly threaded by his fingers. There are far too many dreams for him to make, which is why most aren’t. He brings them to sleep, and their bodies do most of the work.

Regardless, it is his domain. Every mortal needs to sleep, whether they like it or not, which makes him an inevitable part of their life. A third of every human’s day rests in his hands. As payment, all he wants to do is observe, to be in their company. (Hypnos likes humans. They don’t notice him in sleep, or worship him in their days, but he doesn’t mind. It’s easier to handle being ignored when it’s not their choice, when it’s impossible for them to notice him, rather than his mom’s cold eyes passing through him like he’s a sliver of mist.

At least when he’s among the dreams of the living, he’s less alone. There’s no judgement, but no praise either.) With how many mortals and dreams there are to go around, it’s rare for him to visit more than once. Though it’s much rarer for anyone to take note of him. Most people aren’t aware they’re dreaming while doing so, being swept along by their dreams instead of having control, but you’re not one of those. You’re blessed with lucidity, morphing bits and pieces of the experience as you go. Most importantly...

You see him. You laugh. “Well, I didn’t think I was lonely enough to make up some guy to keep me company… Guess you learn something new every day!”

In one motion, you pinch his chin between your fingers and pull his face towards yours. He lets out a surprised noise, at the fact you can touch him in the first place, and the movement itself. And it’s a high and squeaky sound, one that makes him want to curl up in his blanket and slip from this dream to the next. You make no comment on it, only smiling wider.

“Ooooh, your eyes are golden! So pretty… Glad my subconsciousness has good taste, at least.” You add the last part to yourself, laughing again.

You don’t think he’s real, just some made up character of your dream. It’s no surprise you aren’t aware that you can’t dream about someone you’ve never seen before. For now, he’s glad to have you believe that. It’d be more humiliating if you knew a god was making such a fool out of himself, heat rising to his face. His tongue is limp in his mouth. When was the last time someone called him pretty? Had anyone ever called him that, and touched him so carelessly? You save him from the burden of speaking up first.

“What’s your name? Do you have one?”

He hesitates. If you knew who he was, you wouldn’t treat him the same anymore. “I don’t! But, um-!“

Hypnos knows and accepts what others think of him, knows that he’s no good at his job or much else, but if there’s one thing he would excel in, it would be here. He straightens his back a bit from its usual slouch, the tips of his feet grazing the ground as he floats. “I’m here to make sure you’re going to have a grand old time, you know? I know aaaall about having fun in dreams! Why, you could call me an expert! At your service.”

He does this stupid little bow, and immediately regrets it. You laugh, but not at him, and people don’t usually find him this entertaining, he thinks, and if you keep this up, it will become one of his favourite sounds.

“Alright, mister dream expert,” You say with a grin. “What did you have in mind?”

He helps you float like he does, and assists you at conjuring up whatever idea pops into your brain. Hypnos expected you , but that’s not all you do. You try to ask him questions about himself, even if you supposedly don’t think he’s real, and you actually listen. And when you tell him about yourself in return, he does the same. It’s fun, he’s having a good time, and he’s disappointed when he’s jolted awake because of someone walking too close past him. He’ll have to apologise for suddenly disappearing next time. (Next time? Does he want there to be a next time?)

Hypnos makes a habit out of visiting you. You’re not always aware you’re asleep, sometimes your dreams are the same as any other human’s. He savours those days too, at the insights into your life it offers him. However, it’s most enjoyable when you look at him with bright eyes and talk to him, and laugh at things he says and joke around at this side. There’s a warm tightness in his chest around you, he’s happy, he is, but also impossibly nervous to mess up and have your smile turn into a sneer. It’s surprising you even still want to be around him, if past experience is anything to go by, he isn’t any good at not annoying people. But you’re different. You haven’t insulted him at any point, either! You must really be some blessing.

Hypnos thinks he likes you. A lot. He’s never thought of it before, whether this is allowed or not. Never considered the possibility of forming a close bond through dreams. Hypnos decides that it is, and who would he even ask, isn’t he the deity of sleep? He’ll make his own rules, number one being that it’s totally a-okay to have dream friends! That you visit and think about all the time and spend all your time thinking up new fun ideas for! And sometimes you scratch their name into the margins of your lists while zoning out! He’s getting off track. (And, well, this all seems more like a problem exclusive to him…) What he wants most is to have you down here with him, to touch you and feel something, to have you around while you’re awake and asleep.

But to do that... It would be an offense to all sacred rules to meddle directly with the path the Fates had set out for you. Perhaps they’ll have some mercy on him for being family. Either way, he’s going to falsify your cause of death in the records. He's tired of being a bystander in your life. Hypnos doubts whether you can even remember him when you wake up. He isn’t exhausted in his normal way however, it’s no tugging at his eyelids or yawns hidden behind an open palm. This hurts. It’s an ache, an empty hole beyond his ribs. Your warmth needs to fill it, he’s sure. He wouldn’t be able to stand and watch as your life blossomed, how you would inevitably love someone else, be happy and forget about him all together. (It’s unfair. He's never had anyone that wanted be anything of his. Not a friend, not family, not a lover. And now you’re here, the first to not see him as a disgrace, and now he should let himself be stopped by some old rules?) Because compared to what someone right there with you could give, what did he have to offer? If he believed everyone else, he had nothing of worth to give anyone. All he had was this love, what he thinks is love. But you laugh with him, you seem happy, and what he knows of human life is suffering. So many terrible deaths, so many unresolved emotions, so many wishes that never came to be.

Hypnos could save you from it all. You would never have to worry about anything again. But he knows how much humans fear death: It’s reflected so often in their worst nightmares, after all. The last thing he wants to do is scare you.. How surprised you’ll be at suddenly finding out he’s real, not just a figment of imagination!

He’s giddy. The two of you could have be together forever! (And if you didn’t love him back, why would you smile at him like that? Why did you always say you were happy to see him return? He has neither experience in friendships or relationships, but he shares those sentiments, so you must love him too. Otherwise… He doesn’t want to think about it .)

So he visits you. Hypnos floats above your bed, watching down upon you. He caresses your face as you rest, watching you through lidded eyes. You called him it first, but you’re pretty too. He doesn’t care about your hair being a mess, or the dried drool on your chin, or how you lay in a weird position, legs and blanket all tangled up. Your soft breaths are adorable, and he wants to coo at you, to make your face turn warm instead of his.

The thought of his brother seeing you and taking your soul makes him uncomfortable, he wants this vision of you to be only his.

Your eyes crack open with a little groan and before you have the chance to struggle or cry out, he presses a kiss against your forehead, forcing some of his raw power into your frail, mortal body.

It shouldn’t hurt. He asked. Your form was never meant to take godly powers, it’s too overwhelming, destroying you from within, and you go limp within a second. It’s like you fell asleep. A sleep so deep you will never awaken again. (i know hypnos doesn’t govern dreams his sons do but i had an Idea,, hope u enjoyed!!)

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(THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE OH MY GOSH!!!!! You're so talented, this is written so beautifully, it's amazing!!!!

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST!!! I've had a busy past few days ^^; I also hope it's okay that I had to edit it, or it'd be a big block of text, hehe. Thank you so much again!!!! 💚💚💚)

[fruitcoops]

I think it would be really interesting for leo and sirius to talk ab how they both didn’t go to college and how they both joined the nhl at 18 but had v different upbringings

Ooo, I like this one! I’m always down for some Cap and Knutty bonding. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for mentioned bad parenting

“Kinda weird, isn’t it?” Leo said, breaking the nighttime silence after many long minutes of just their breathing. Sirius hummed in question. “Starting all this so young.”

Sirius made a noncommittal noise and Leo shifted, never taking his eyes off the sky. There was too much light pollution to see the stars properly in Gryffindor, but the roof of the rink didn’t have a bad view; the planes flying overhead brought pinpricks of brightness to the indigo blur.

“Was it hard for you?”

He heard Sirius’ coat move. “Was what hard?”

“Starting the NHL at eighteen.”

There was a long beat of silence. “Sometimes.”

“I didn’t know if I would make it,” Leo confessed, still barely above a murmur. Nobody else was around, but it didn’t feel right to talk in normal voices. The whole world was muted, save for the noise of the city below them. “There was just so much to do.”

Sirius laughed softly. “I hate to break it to you, rookie, but that doesn’t change.”

“How do you deal with it?”

“Before, or now?”

Leo thought for a moment. “Both.”

“Before, I would go home and shoot pucks until I was too tired to stand up. Sometimes I would read.” It wasn’t a secret, but it still made Leo’s heart hurt to remember. Nobody as kind and hardworking as Sirius deserved that. “Now, I make myself some food, take a shower, and steal Re’s softest hoodie.”

Leo could hear his smile in the dark—it echoed his own. “Nothing better, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Finn’s fit me best,” he mused. “But Lo’s smell better.”

“Ah, he finally discovered deodorant?”

“Shut up,” Leo teased, elbowing his ribs. Sirius laughed a little louder; in the light of the streetlamps and the absence of his granite-hard focus, it was easy to remember that he was only 26. Leo had worshipped him as a kid, but now he just saw Sirius for what he was. His captain, who guided him through the playoffs even when his personal life was crumbling apart. His older brother, though Sirius certainly wouldn’t think of him that way. His friend.

“Really, though, it’s important to have those connections,” Sirius said when they both calmed down. “Being alone is good, but only if you know you have people to talk to when you need them.”

“Was it easier when you weren’t living with someone?”

“No.” The answer was immediate.

“Sometimes I want the apartment to myself.” Leo lowered his voice unconsciously, then sighed. “It’s not because I don’t want them there. I just need to be alone. Wash the dishes. Clean my room. Call my mom.”

“You should tell them.”

He turned his head slightly; Sirius was still scanning the sky. “Is that what you did?”

“It took a couple hiccups, but yeah. If one of us needs some alone time, the other will go to the grocery store or take a walk, maybe hang out with friends. You just have to make sure your boys know that it’s not personal.”

“You’re freakishly good at sage advice.”

Sirius snorted. “Merci, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie anymore.”

“Yeah, you are.” He raised his hands, as if outlining a marquee. “The Eternal Rookie, starring Leo Knut.”

Leo stuck his tongue out, feeling rather petulant about the whole thing. “Watch it, Cap, I’m gonna sic Dumo on you.”

“My own father?” Sirius gasped dramatically. “How could you?”

“Did you ever get homesick?”

The question was out of the blue—he didn’t blame Sirius for faltering. Honestly, Leo was kicking himself for asking in the first place, though he had been keeping it in for ages. Unspoken rule of the Lions #1: Don’t ask Cap about his childhood.

“I…” Sirius fell silent once more.

“I’m sorry,” Leo apologized, and he meant it. “That came out of nowhere.”

“I missed Regulus,” Sirius continued carefully without acknowledging him. “But no, I didn’t get homesick. I didn’t have time, or a real reason.”

Alone in a new city, finally out of a horrible living situation, but desperately missing the little brother he left behind… Leo couldn’t even begin to imagine going through it when the NHL by itself was already overwhelming to his teenage brain. He scooted an inch closer until their shoulders touched. “I get homesick every couple of months.”

“You have a kind family.”

“Have you even met them?”

“At the party.” Sirius’ smile was practically audible. “Your mother was very excited to see me.”

“Oh, god,” Leo groaned. “What happened?”

“She—“ He broke off with a laugh. “She was very nice, I promise, but I think I surprised her because she squeaked when I said ‘hello’.”

Leo shook his head. “Did you sneak up on her?”

“I’m six two, I can’t sneak up on anyone!”

“You walk like a fucking ghost, dude! It’s creepy!”

“Okay, rude.”

“I swear, you and Loops need to be belled like cats,” Leo huffed.

They lapsed back into comfortable quiet for a few more minutes as a train rattled past on one side and the metro busses rolled down Main Street on the other. It had taken Leo a long time to figure out Gryff’s layout, and even longer to get used to the sounds of the city.

“What does it feel like?”

Leo blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. “What?”

“Being homesick.” Sirius shifted again and folded his hands over his stomach. “I didn’t notice much of a difference in practices when I started the NHL, and going back to my parents’ house wasn’t my exactly a highlight of my year.”

Curiosity overrode his tact and reasoning skills. “You never asked Logan?”

“Non. It was different, with him. He had already left to go to college before I knew him, and spent four years away from his family.”

“Right.” Leo forgot about that on occasion. That Finn and Logan might be five years older than him, but they had only been rookies a year or two prior. Not everyone went straight from their city select team to an official draft. “It’s hard to describe.”

Sirius made an understanding noise, but he couldn’t entirely mask his disappointment. Leo licked his lips and tried again.

“It’s like a piece of you isn’t where it’s supposed to be. And it keeps tugging on your chest, but you never know when it’s going to start and stop so you just… deal with it. You ignore it some days and you think about it other days.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “The hard days are when you remember you can’t go back to the way things were before. I don’t even call my mom sometimes, ‘cause I know it’ll make me sadder.”

“The way things were before?”

“Yeah, like—like all my classmates are in college, and I’m laying on a roof with one of the most famous hockey players in the history of forever.” That drew a light laugh from them both. “I’m gonna go back to my reunion in a couple years and have literally nothing in common with the people I used to be friends with.”

“Sometimes I wish I went to college,” Sirius said. “But I would have missed so much if I did. I don’t think I would have been happy there.”

“Finn and Logan get weird about college.” Maybe he shouldn’t be talking about it, but Leo had the feeling none of their conversation would leave the rooftop. “It was hard for them, with all their shit.”

“Re does, too.” He recognized the sad edge in Sirius’ voice; it was the same as his own. “For a different reason. It started good, and ended bad.”

“I’m glad I missed out on that,” Leo said, biting down the urge to scream at the universe for putting their significant others through so much hardship at an already-difficult time. None of them deserved the pain they went through. “Besides, it’s not like we need degrees to play hockey, and we’ll have plenty of money afterward.”

“I never thought about my life after hockey until my ankle.”

“My parents always pushed me to make sure I wanted to do the NHL instead of more school.”

“You’re lucky to have them.”

“I wish you did.”

The words hung suspended between them before Leo could swallow them back down, somehow dangerous and calming at the same time. It wasn’t like he had never thought about it before; he just hadn’t said it out loud. The first time he had seen Sirius’ parents across the rink had given him a case of the heebie-jeebies so strong he had to shower twice. All the times after that just made him angry.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Sirius’ voice was quiet, but not upset. “You’re not the first person to say it. I’m glad you feel like you can be honest with me.”

Leo frowned. “Well, yeah. Obviously.”

“I try really hard to not be an asshole captain, so it actually does mean a lot.”

“I don’t think you could be an asshole if you tried.”

The barking laugh that split the night startled Leo so bad he nearly jumped out of his skin; Sirius clapped a hand over his mouth, though he was still snickering. “Sorry, sorry, I just—holy shit, I forgot you didn’t know me before. Mon dieu.”

“You weren’t that bad,” Leo protested. “Pots said you used to be grumpier, but that’s it.”

Sirius shook his head, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “I was such a dick. There’s not a single picture of the whole team where I’m smiling for about two years and I was such a stickler for the rules.”

Leo gaped at him. “You followed rules?”

“To the fucking letter. It was awful.”

“What happened?”

Sirius shrugged. “I got friends. Idiot friends who did things like showing me the easiest way onto the roof. Pots used to drag me up here every Friday.”

“Really?”

“Ouais.” Mischief flitted over his face. “He skipped date night with Lily once on accident, and she tracked us up here like a bloodhound. It was terrifying.”

“What did you do?” Lily was one of the nicest people Leo knew, but he knew better than to get on her bad side.

“Lied to her face while James hid behind that strobe light.”

“Did it work?”

“Are you kidding?” he snorted. “She called me a liar and suggested getting a better best friend. That was after she told James he’s better have something nice planned for their next date if he ever wanted to get in her pants again.”

“And yet you didn’t listen to her.” Leo tsked. “Of all the people on the team, you chose the hot mess.”

“Trust me, rookie, James had his whole life figured out compared to me.”

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and but his lip. He had pushed his luck a lot already; who knew if one more question would be the tipping point? “Did you ever think about coming out? Even just to Pots.”

Sirius didn’t hesitate. “After every single game.”

“For seven years?”

“Up until the day those pictures were leaked. Even more after Re and I were together.”

“How old were you when you knew?”

“13. You?”

Leo exhaled slowly. “I’m not sure. I think I had an idea of it as a kid, but didn’t really get it until I was in high school. My parents were even more worried about the NHL after I told them.”

“They worry a lot about you.”

“Only child, and I was going for a wildly unstable career path with no guarantee that I would ever see the ice.”

“They’re proud of you. More than you know.” Sirius’ watch beeped. “It’s ten o’clock. Are you supposed to be home?”

“I should probably make sure my boys haven’t burned down the apartment.” Neither of them made an attempt to move. “Can we do this again sometime?”

“Of course.”

You’re like a brother to me, he wanted to say. I don’t know who else I can talk to like this. “Thank you.”

“Any time. We don’t have to do extra practice beforehand, either.”

Leo nudged him gently. “You’re the best captain ever.”

“You’re the best rookie, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie.”

“Yeah, you are.”

Yeah, I am, he thought as they laid side-by-side in silence once more with the past behind them and the future ahead. And if I end up like you, it means I did something right.