#Anyways i would be in the front row begging him for the sweaty shirt right off his back

[momomallowart]

The new CG has me in a mood (and the mood is punk goes pop) ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ🤘

#hello im back fromt he shadowban realm #back with a vengeance #I know the CG is supposed to be Ray dressed as Unknown.. but #I cant stop thinking about Unknown rocking out all his pent up emotions with music #and he just looks SO COOL #SO PUNK ROCK #I must admit my elder emo came thru a little with this one #I just adore him so much #This was my excuse to do a character study #I stared at so many stock images of dudes with guitars to do this and idk if i learned anything lol #Anyways i would be in the front row begging him for the sweaty shirt right off his back #thinkin bout how hed react if someone threw their bra on stage LOL #also lets not talk about how i got lazy & stopped drawing his jacket & pretend that actually he just got hot & had to take it off #the brainrot is still going strong #saeran choi #mysme saeran #mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger unknown #mysmeunknown #my art

[hacked-by-jake]

You look forbidden..

Summary: Holiday by the sea with the group and the hacker.

Pairing: JakexFem!MC & Group

Words: 1,4k

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Dan is Dan

A/n: Ok, actually nothing should come today, and this is not really something, it is more a headcanon or what I know.

It’s not well written, nor have I paid attention to anything and it’s not revised either. xD

It’s very warm today and I was sitting in the garden listening to music and thinking of Duskwood (like every second) and then the idea came to me. I just wanted to write it down and don’t make anything right out of it. It’s just random, so please don't look over the word repetition and the fast progression.

I hope you like it anyway and have fun.

Take care of yourselves and stay healthy.❤️🌹🎭

The hacker lying next to you also straightens up, "Neither do I" he mumbles while taking off his sunglasses and putting the handle in the collar of his T-shirt.

"OK, I can’t, I can’t" you mumble stressed and straighten up from your lying position on your bath towel.

"You’re really awful," Hannah murmurs, straightening up as well.

"No, you are terrible, how can you lie here and let the sun shine on you? I get really nervous when I have nothing to do. Just lying around here" you complain and brush your hair out of your forehead.

"Guys, the weather is beautiful, we are in a beautiful place and everything is great, what more do you want? A murder case?" asks Jessy sighing and turns on her stomach.

"More action than that in any case," you grumble and fall back just to get up two seconds later, "No, no, forget it. I won’t try again"

In front of you is the beautiful and wide sea but relaxed is somehow not. Moreover, it is much too warm and the sand sticks to your sweaty body.

"I’m going into the water" you decide quietly and then look at Jake, who quickly looks away from you in order not to attract your attention.

You lean over to him with a grin. His legs are angled and his arms supported on his knees, you can put your head on his upper arm and put on the best begging look you have." Are you coming with me?" You ask quietly so that only he hears it.

"Do I have to?," he replies, turning his head back to look at you. You push yourself up a little further so you can get closer to his lips and then whisper quietly, "Please baby. I’m warm and I don’t want to be alone"

"You know I hate swimming," he argues, but he has a slight grin on his lips." But you don’t hate me, do you?" You try to convince him, but he laughs, "No, not at all."

You roll your eyes and then toe your way across the hot sand. There’s a group of men your age watching you about 15 meters away. When you look at them, one of them beckons and you wave back smiling. Less than two seconds later, you hear Jake calling you and you turn to him. He makes a gesture that makes you walk back.

"Then you can go swimming with me, imagine a shark attacking me." The rail usually pulls.

"I think that’s extremely unlikely," he replies, and you sigh, "Well, then without you," quickly you kiss him on the lips and then get up.

At the sight of your friends, all in swimwear in a row on towels in the blazing sun, you have to smile. What a vacation.

You pull Jake’s T-shirt over your head under which you wear your bikini and then throw it to Jake. He catches it in time and winks, "you have to get up earlier"

"Everything okay?" you ask and he nods as he rises from his towel with little enthusiasm." I come with "he confirms and pulls the black T-shirt over his head. The scattered small tattoos on his upper body stand out from his otherwise quite pale skin and immediately you have the feeling the temperature would have increased by another 20 degrees.

You can’t hide the grin and look over your shoulder at the group of guys who are still watching you and seemingly wondering what connection you have with Jake.

The moment you turn back to the hacker, his lips are on yours for a few seconds. Slightly surprised, you don’t get to return it at all.

"I can’t let you go into the water alone," whispers Jake, and you wrap your arms around his neck while he wraps his around your hips.

"Are you jealous?" You ask hypocritically and he nods, "Not jealous just cautiously," he explains, and you put a firm kiss on his cheek.

"Please go swimming now" growls Dan, who then presses his hands against his ears to hear nothing more, "you are terrible" he throws after and you twist his eyes, "I’d suggest you dare tell Lilly the truth," you tease him and he immediately starts singing 'LaLaLa' to trump your voice.

"MC" protests Lilly immediately and also Jake’s look does not look enthusiastic, but you just shrug your shoulder, "I speak facts, you know it"

"Mom would be happy if all Donfort children were finally in firm hands" Hannah agrees with you and gets a light blow to the arm from her sister immediately.

"Come on," Jake says, reaching for your hand,cross your fingers together and making your way to the water.

"I’m glad you’re coming with me," you confess, and he pulls you a little closer, "I should have come right away"

"No, you don’t, not if you don’t want to, that’s okay," you assure the hacker who actually didn’t want to go on vacation. But your pleading and that of his two sisters finally convinced him.

"But it was your wish, please excuse me," he pinches his eyes a little, blinded by the sun." All right, I should thank the boys," you joked, and Jake shook his head, "Not necessary, they’re unsympathetic."

When you reach the water, you can immediately notice a slight cooling. Slowly you stroll in a little deeper and even Jake sighs satisfied with the cooling.

"You look forbidden good in the bikini" he informs you and you laugh, "You look forbidden good without a shirt"

"You’re forbidden stupid" Dan’s voice pulls you out of the moment. He’s coming after you along with Richy and Jessy.

"But don’t worry, you have your peace, we want to go to the bathing island" explains Jessy who ramms her elbow between the ribs of the bearded.

"We love you too, Dan," you chuckle, and you can’t resist spraying him with water. He flinches in shock as the cold water hits his skin.

"You’re still safe here but wait, sometime, if you don’t see it coming, I’ll tip you a whole bucket over your head" he threatens and you quickly hide behind Jake who gives you an understanding look, outraged that you seek cover behind him.

"You have to protect me, babe," you inform him, the hacker tilts his head "why? I didn’t start the war."

"You can talk about that later, I want to go there now," begs the redhead and points to the void Island.

Richy sighs and then lands in the water with an elegant plunge to make the way there.

Dan and Jessy join him and follow the mechanic.

You and Jake wade a little deeper into the water. When it gets to your ribs, you hiss from the cold. Also the hacker has bitten the teeth together and somehow tries to expel the cold water.

"Maybe you want to get out now?" Jake asks hopefully but you shake your head, "It’s getting warmer" you assure him and hope it yourself.

But you are right and after a few moments the water closes wonderfully cool around your body. While Jake’s shoulders are still looking out, yours are no longer visible and you have to stretch your head so that the water does not reach your face.

"It’s not that bad here," he shares his thoughts with you and you agree, "Maybe we can spend a day tomorrow without the group?Just you and me?" you ask, and he comes closer to you. You wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. He supports you with his arms as you pull your body against his and place a gentle kiss on his lips.

"That would be really nice" he breathes and leans his forehead against yours." I love you" you sigh contentedly. His lips give way to a grin, he demands "hold your breath," and you do it.

He dive under water with you. You open your eyes and look straight into Jake’s. You have to laugh from the sweet sight, his hair swimming wildly next to his head and his cheeks are inflated, millions of air bubbles come out of your mouth and block your view. Only another kiss will silence you. His beautiful blue eyes stick into yours and look even more intense than what water itself.

When you two run out of air, you dive back to the surface. You gasp for air and Jake strokes her nose hair out of her forehead.

Masterlist

"Even underwater, you’re beautiful," he whispers.

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood Jake x mc #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood headcanon #duskwood Jake x player #duskwood group #duskwood everbyte #everbyte studios #everbyte duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood hacker #duskwood hannah #duskwood dan #duskwood lilly #duskwood richy #duskwood jessy

[annoyingstupidmiracle]

L.A. Confidential Part 2-l.r.h

CONTAINS SMUT!

Word Count: 1734

I hope you guys enjoy Part 2!

You angled your camera in order to get a better shot of the boys as they absolutely killed their show for the night. They had a gig at some big theater in southern California, and it was sold out. Luke had begged you to come to the show, and you couldn’t ever say no to him. It had been nearly two weeks since the last late night rendezvous between you and Luke, and the tension was almost unbearable. 

Chloe had been up his ass lately, and you’re assuming it was because of the recent article posted about her and a up and coming rapper who was starting to make it big. His publicity was skyrocketing since he had his first number one hit, and hanging out with a new possible love interest was a new spike in attention. You were one of the first to know about it considering you worked in the media most of the time. You had first hand ties with publishers who would often use your pictures for their articles.

His girlfriend was backstage watching from their dressing room instead of out in the crowd as she should be. You cheered as they finished the song ‘Valentine,’ and Luke ended it with beautiful vocals. His sparkling blue eyes searched the front row and finally found you, relief filling his nerves. The lights went dim in the building, and you put it upon yourself to find your way to the backstage door. Once finding the door handle, you let yourself in and saw Chloe sitting on the couch texting on her phone. Probably talking to her new boyfriend. Instead of paying attention to her, you looked over at the guys and grinned. 

“You guys did awesome!”

“Did you get any good pictures of me? I need to set them up on my tinder.” Calum said while reaching out towards your camera. You tugged it away from him and giggled. 

“Fuck off, both you and your tinder.” That comment caused the other three to laugh before walking towards you. 

“You see the article?” Ashton mumbled in your ear before glancing at Luke. You nodded discreetly and narrowed your eyes towards the blonde still sitting on her phone. 

“Do you believe them?”

“Do you?” He questions back. Well that wasn’t very promising.

“So, how about that afterparty?” Calum buts in. Mikey shrugs his shoulder and looks to Luke.

“I’m down, are you down?” Luke shook his head yes, but not before he took his last glance at Chloe.

“Yeah, for sure.” 

At this, Chloe’s head perks up. “Who said anything about an afterparty? We had that party at my friend’s house tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, not able to bear the sound of her voice. “Chlo, this is my band. I’d pick the afterparty over hers any day.” Chloe sighed at his reply before getting up off the couch and stalked over to him. Her arms rested over his shoulders while staring into his eyes. 

“See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says while she leans forward, her lips puckered to kiss his lips. Instead, Luke turns his head to the side causing her lips to peck his cheek. “Alright, you guys ready?” He asked, looking to you.

You nodded. “Of course.”

*

Bodies touched everywhere you looked, it was hot and sweaty in the club. You couldn’t find anybody that you knew anywhere. Your breath caught in your throat as you frantically searched through groups of people in hopes that you’d find one of the boys. Panic sets in once you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Quickly turning around, you notice it’s a random guy. Backing away from him, your back hits a hard body. Their arms reach out to yours to turn you around, and relief automatically rushed through you. Luke stood there with a look that could kill, staring right at the man who touched you. The man raised his hands up in defense before walking away. Luke brought you under his arm and walked towards the exit.

“We’re leaving?” You asked. He stopped before he opened the door. “It’s only been forty-five minutes.”

Guiding you outside, there was a taxi that waited for you to crawl in. Bending down to your ear, he mumbled, “I need to get you alone.” And that was all it took to get you in the back of the taxi as it drove through the city towards his hotel on the outskirts of it all. His hand rested on your inner thigh, gently caressing his fingers along the available skin showing due to the short length of your dress. The city lights cascaded through the window, dimly lighting the features on his face. It almost looked like he wanted to cry, and Luke never cried. 

Naturally, your hand reached up to cup his cheek in your hand, turning his head to look at you. “What’s wrong?” He shook his head, waiting on the taxi to slow to a stop in front of his hotel. His hand reached out to grab yours and dragged you to the elevator inside the building. “Lu-”

“You knew about the articles? And the photos?” He asked as soon as you were alone in the elevator. You stared silently at the floor. “(Y/n).”

“Yes.” You said quietly. Without a warning, he paused the elevator from going any farther by pressing the red button. Leaning against the wall, he ran his hands through his hair and tugged at the ends. A bitter laugh falling from his lips. 

“I can’t fucking believe this,” he says, thoughts corralling his brain. “I can’t believe you.”

“Me?” You question with shock. “Why should I tell you anything if all you’re going to do is stay with her?!” Your voice became louder than it has before, surprising him. 

“(Y/n)-”

“No, don’t. I-I do everything for you! But management always comes first, you know, when are you gonna get rid of that piece of shit publicist you got yourself, huh? That’s who’s making your life a living-” Before you could finish, his hands grabbed the sides of your face and pressed his lips to yours. Your first reaction should’ve been to push him away, but you deepened the kiss anyways. He swiftly pushed you against the other side of the elevator, the cold wall sending shivers up your spine. 

“Luke..” You mumbled next to his cheek as his lips traveled down your neck, gently nipping at your skin. “W-We can’t-”

“I just need you right now.” He begged, his voice strangled from the emotions he was feeling earlier. Giving in, you reached down to undo his belt buckle and unbuttoned his suit pants. His hand went down and helped you by sliding his pants down just enough to reveal his boxers. Once he did that, your dress was then hiked up around your waist and panties were pushed to the side.

His hand reached behind your right thigh and tugged it up so that he could keep the crease of your knee in the crease of his arm. You stared between the two of you as he pulled his member out of his boxers and lined up with your entrance. After a few agonizing seconds, he finally entered you, pressing your body further against the wall. A whimper escaped your lips at the feel of him inside you, but a hand slapped over your mouth. 

“People can hear you outside the elevator, doll.” You nodded, attempting to stay quiet as he reached down to grab your other leg, hoisting you up against the wall. He slammed into you constantly, skin slapping against your own. It was hard to stay quiet when all you wanted to do was scream out with pleasure. “Trust me, once I get you in the hotel room, you can scream all you want.”

“Oh god, I-” You reached forward, pulling his face to yours in a heated kiss in order to muffle the sounds of pleasure emitting from you as you came around him. Luke chuckled against your lips, him coming shortly after. 

He gently placed your feet back on the ground, steadying your wobbly form. You yanked your dress back down your legs. Luke buckled his pants back up and smoothed out his shirt and looked at you. Noticing stray hairs sticking out, he placed them back behind your ears and admired how your lips slowly tilted up in a smile as he did so. Leaning over, he pressed the button again and waited for the door to open back up to go to the hotel room.

*

Your naked forms laid tangled in the sheets nearing three in the morning, both huffing from the acts of just moments ago. Not only did you do it in the elevator, but you went back to the room and did it not once, not twice, but three more times before calling it quits for the night. Your head rested on his bare chest as is heaved up and down, your finger tracing lines along his stomach. Your leg was draped over his as you laid there, attempting not to fall asleep.

A buzz from a phone laying on the bedside table broke you two from your haze. Luke reached over and grabbed the phone that was lit up, which happened to be his. A low groan escaped his lips and he scrolled through the few texts he received from no one other than Chloe herself. Apparently, he had sent her a message about the articles he saw earlier that night and she was trying to apologize for them. No excuses were made about why the media made these assumptions, but she was sorry for them. He held down the power button and completely shut down his device and tossed it back on the table. 

“I can’t keep doing this, Lu.” You whispered, almost inaudible. A frown was placed on your face as you said those words. Your feelings for the Aussie had grown dramatically, and the fact that you couldn’t do anything more about it was only hurting you.

He sighed, wrapping an arm around your figure and bringing you closer to his. “I know.”

“Doesn’t it hurt you? That she treats you like this?”

He nodded. “I’m waiting on my publicist to say something. His contract is over in a week, after that, I make my own decisions.”

You leaned up, matching the height of his face with yours. “Good.”

“Then I’ll be all yours.”

You smiled to yourself before kissing his lips gently. “All mine.”

#luke hemmings #luke hemmmings smut #5sos #luke 5sos #luke hemmings imagines

[bokutoslittlebird]

My brain told me I need something angsty, fluffy but also spicy today✋🏼 So uh could you pls write a small scenario where Iwa, Satori and Bokuto sees their s/o with someone who is actually flirting with them and they think that their s/o is cheating? Because its mostly where the reader thinks that the boys are cheating and I thought it would be interesting if its different this time 👀

Ngl anon reading this made my heart hurt a bit esp Bokuto I’m sensitive when it comes to him 😣 but only Tendō’s isn’t fluffy. I tried to make the other ones a bit fluffy. Mostly angst and spice. Bit of hcs + drabble mix again.

Hints of possessiveness, implied spiciness, Tendō has no shame

Miscommunication

Iwaizumi

> It’s Oikawa’s fault, as usual. He got sick the day before he promised to go with his sister to some orchestra show and to sightsee. It was supposed to be a bonding day for them, but he came down with the flu and Iwaizumi was kindly volunteered to take his place. As in Oikawa begged him.

> It was fine, they got ice cream afterwards and she wanted to take a picture to remember the day. He took the picture and sent it to the group chat, letting Oikawa know his sister was having fun. The boys all laughed and congratulated Iwaizumi for going on a date with such a “bombshell”, as Makki said.

> You think it was an accident, which makes the pain sting more. He’d share his cheating with his friends so easily, it’s sickening. You immediately shut off your phone after that, deciding to not deal with it.

> The next day, when Iwaizumi goes to greet you, you continue walking. It’s something everyone notices, but nobody says anything. Makki and Mattsun give each other similar looks of ‘oh shit’ while Oikawa is still missing.

> Once Oikawa is back to proper shape, you welcome him back with a big hug. It’s the most emotion you’ve shown all week and Iwaizumi gets pissed. He continues to ignore you, though. He finds it hard to continue, though, when you start flirting with Oikawa.

> Mattsun fills Oikawa in on the situation while a plan forms in Iwaizumi’s head. He knows he did something wrong, but what? He decides to apologize anyways. Not having you talk to him was putting him on edge, worrying him.

> The next day, Oikawa tells you Iwaizumi won’t be attending since he’s busy. At first, you got worried, but when Oikawa winked at you, your face felt hot as anger boiled. You figured it would come to this, but it still hurts more than you thought. Then, Oikawa tells you he forgot his knee pad and could you go get it for him. As the helpful manager, you oblige. It’s not like anyone is in the locker room.

“What’s this?” Your voice cracks as you stare at Iwaizumi. He’s standing in the room, holding flowers and an apology note. His face is a dark shade of pink, his eyes glancing at you before going back to the floor.

“An apology. I’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend,” he says, clearly and cleanly. His palms are sweaty, but he is able to at least speak properly. “I don’t know what I did—“

“Oh, please. You’re tired of me, I get it. You don’t have to go apologizing on my account. Shouldn’t you be with the brunette girl?” You feel hot tears streaming down your face, quickly wiping them away as Iwaizumi looks at you, dumbfounded.

“Brunette— do you mean Shittykawa’s sister?” A confused look crosses your face as he groans, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, I forgot to tell you. Shittykawa made me fill in for him and go sightseeing with his sister. He didn’t ask before telling her, but she watched over us as kids, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to just hang out. I didn’t think it’d be a big deal,”

“Not a big deal, Hajime? Not a big deal? I honestly thought you were bragging! It didn’t help Makki was all like ‘oh man she’s so hot’ in the chat!” Tears are freely falling now, as your blink away the blurriness. “I thought you had just gotten tired of me,”

“Baby, no, never,” he shushes you, hugging you. It’s nice to be talking to him, wrapped in his arms. It’s a sweet and tender moment, relaxing in his hold as he whispers apologies and sweet nothings into your hair, shifting on the balls on his feet as you follow suit. It’s not until you’re pressed against the cold metal of the lockers do you look at him. His face sports a familiar look, one that always has your knees buckling to his command.

“Hajime, not now,” you whimper, feeling his warm hands sliding underneath your shirt. Had you been in your uniform, you’d most likely have his hand down your panties right now. He just presses a kiss to your temple, hands moving the waistband of your pants.

“I gotta remind you that I’m all yours, baby. And you’re all mine, so don’t ever go flirting with Shittykawa again,” he growls out, sending heat down to your core.

Tendō

> So first off, your relationship with him is on the down-low as in the only person outside the relationship who knows is Ushijima because Tendō cannot keep a secret from his BFF. You wanted it to be a secret because you did like him when he confessed, but your friends would tease you for dating him. Coach Washijo didn’t allow his player to date, so it was a secret relationship.

> However, when a girl ended up flirting with Tendō because she wanted a free pass to see the games, you wished it wasn’t so secretive. He was obviously flirting with her, enjoying the attention, while you listened from the girls’ bathroom. When he called her a “pretty lady” though? You felt your world shatter. He never called you that.

> The following practice, you passed by the gymnasium doors to see that girl standing outside them. A brief glance in her direction before continuing on your way, back to the dorms. You didn’t text Tendō the rest of the day.

> Tendō was frantically looking for you, wondering what he did wrong. When that girl was outside the gym and not you, he panicked. It was lunchtime, so he expected you to be in your class. When he got there, you were gone.

> He asked your friends, but they didn’t give him an answer, asking him “why does it matter?” So he went back to perusing the halls, looking for your familiar hair color or your voice. He heard a male’s voice first. Then your laugh.

> Turning a corner, he saw your hand on some guy’s bicep, a smile on your face. He recognized the stranger as the dude who tried to date every girl in his grade. Why were you talking to him? Another giggle had him moving towards the two of you.

“Why don’t you and I, I don’t know, meet up for some drinks after school? There’s a good milkshake joint nearby,” he grins, flashing his bright teeth. It would make most girls keel to his demands, but you’re different.

“Oh, I’d love to—“

“But she’s my girlfriend, loser,” Tendō sneers, his hand gripping your elbow as he drags you away.

“Tendō-san, what are you doing?” You attempt to resist his pulling, but he doesn’t let up. “I thought I was barely a classmate to you,”

“Yeah, well who gave you the right to flirt with some fuck boy?” He looks down at you, anger flashing across your face. The guy is still standing there, watching.

“Oh, I figured I wasn’t a priority to you. After all, you called that other bitch a ‘pretty girl’, so what’s up? I don’t get a cute name like that, except ‘girlfriend’?” You wrench your arm free. “Leave me alone, Tendō. Go to that other girl,”

“You mean Hana? Ōno Hana? The girl who’s crushing on Wakatoshi-kun?” He raises a brow. “As if she’d like me. I was complimenting her because she was anxious about talking to Wakatoshi-kun,”

“Well, it didn’t seem like that. I listened to the conversation. Leave me alone,”

“Why would I want her when I have a perfect little girl in front of me? Who else could trust me enough to bind them so tight, or who could cream on my fingers so easily?” He smirks as your face gets hot. A swift smack to his chest is useless when he turns to the guy, holding your arms. He maneuvers you to face the guy, smushing your cheeks together. “Tell him who you’re a good girl for, because it’s not gonna be him,”

“Tendō, this is so awkward,” your muffled voice comes out, dealing with his fingers pushing your lips together. “I’m not gonna say it,”

“Then he can watch as you cream on my fingers. Front row show, you know?” He snickers, moving his hand off your face and moving it underneath your skirt. A brief flash of your underwear towards the boy has you submitting properly, squirming as you practically shout what Tendō wanted you to say. “See, not that hard? Oh look— he’s running away! I hope he enjoyed the show!” Tendō waves happily, smiling all the while. You’re finally released from his hold.

“What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you? Thinking you can go be a whore?”

“You want the relationship on the down-low! You wanted it to be a secret!”

“Well, if that means boys think you’re available, we’ll have to change that, won’t we?” He smirks, once again dragging you off. As he heads towards a closet, you know you’re not going back to class with steady legs.

Bokuto

> It was unusual for Bokuto to miss practice, so the managers and Akaashi were asking if you had seen him. You had not, but offered to go looking while everyone else started practice. Akaashi thanked you, leaving to fill in for his missing captain.

> Roaming the school, you checked the bathrooms to see if he was in there and even checked the classrooms to see if he fell asleep. When you didn’t find him, you went through checking the halls only to find him walking next to some girl with his arm around her shoulder. The scene hurt you, but a part of you knew he wouldn’t ditch practice and cheat on you, it was not in his nature.

> When the girl laughed at one of his jokes, you felt tears prick your eyes and ran off, back to the gymnasium where Akaashi was the first to greet you. You explained what you saw, after he took you to sit down on the bench, while the team continued. He said it probably wasn’t what it seemed like, but the scene kept replaying in your mind.

> The next day, you didn’t meet him on the roof for your normal lunch date so he got worried. Bokuto can usually read your moods, since you wear your heart on your sleeve, but he hadn’t seen you at all. He went looking for you, ignoring the strange looks he got as he ran through the hallways. Once he got to your class, he expected you to be sitting at your desk. Instead, he turned to your friends for help.

> One of them mentioned a dark haired student invited her to eat with him in his class and after he got a description, he went looking for the mystery man. He thought it might have been Akaashi, but he didn’t have brown eyes and a mole beside his right eye. It was finding a needle in a haystack, looking in each class until he saw your familiar hair color sitting in an unfamiliar class.

> He just kind of looked at you and the stranger through the window, watching as you laughed at the guy’s jokes. It was the same laugh you used at his jokes. It made an strange feeling in his chest burn, it made him jealous. Walking inside the classroom, you continued talking to the boy as he moved behind you.

> You closed your eyes for a moment but when you opened them, you saw the boy’s face drop as a shadow loomed over you. Looking behind you, you saw your boyfriend standing behind you. “Whatcha doing?” He asked. His voice seemed to be bright and cheerful, normal to the innocent bystander. To you, with the fake smile on his face, it sent shivers down your spine as you looked up at him.

> He wanted to talk to you alone, a hand on your back as he guided you to the stairs leading to the roof. You tried to ask him questions, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t turn to look at you. He just stared forward as anger simmered in his chest and his eyes.

> Once the roof door had shut, you were roughly pushed against it as his eyes finally met yours. His eyes bore into you, demanding an answer.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why were you flirting with him? Do you no longer love me? Did I do something wrong? Are you tired of me?” As his questions poured out, the anger in his eyes melted into sadness, guilt forming into a ball on your chest. His hair drooped down as he put on his pouty face. “Do you wanna break up?”

“N-No! Not unless you want to, that is. I saw your arm around that g-girl in the hallway. I—“ you gulped, unshed tears on your lashes, catching the sunlight as you look at him. “I thought you were tired of me,”

“Why would I be tired of you? You’re the love of my life!” He shouts, you flinching as his booming voice made your ears ring. He apologizes, hugging you tightly into his chest. You do a heaving motion, fighting back the tears as his words play on loop in your mind. “I could never see anyone replacing you in my life,”

“That’s nice, Bo,” you mumble, rubbing your nose into his chest. It’s warm and comforting, a nice contrast to the brisk wind in the autumn air. When he moves, you look up to see him grinning at you, a glint in his eyes. “What are you thinking?”

“We’re all alone and obviously my little bird needs to remember just who she belongs to,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose against yours before he quickly drops to his knees. It’s a sudden movement, his face in front of your skirt and then it’s under your skirt, a leg hooked over his shoulder. He’ll make sure you’re screaming his name before lunchtime is over.

#haikyuu x reader #BB.Kinky #tw.possessiveness #Mr. Kōtarō #Mr. Hajime #Mr. Satori #bokuto x reader #iwaizumi x reader #tendou x reader #BB.Requests #BB.Angst #BB.Floof #Iwaizumi.hcs #Bokuto.hcs #Tendō.hcs #haikyuu smut #ish

[razorblade180]

Rosebud prep 8

[Tai’s House]

Today was a special day. Lately Ruby has been having a life’s worth of those. From the excitement of Weiss’s luxurious baby shower, to the knowing what it’s like to not see her own toes. She’s roughly roughly eight months pregnant and has been assaulted with every conceivable thing they pregnancy had to offer. It was very fortunate that not only had she married a patient man. She married one with enough sisters to handle any obstacle. Truly Ruby has lucked out once again. Combat skirts and corsets had been ditched for months and replaced with Tai’s oversized T-shirts and her red sweat pants. It was scary how used she had gotten to do nothing. The thought of weighing herself gave her dread to the point Jaune keeps track of the number without revealing it. Everyday there was pain coursing through her feet and the baby has obviously gotten her high spirits because boy did it kick hard! Ruby loved every moment of it.

Right now the woman sat in one of Maria’s many rocking chairs and enjoyed the fresh autumn air. The sky is painted an intoxicating orange that gave her chills. Her hand on her stomach as she lightly hummed. As much as she loved fairytales, nursery rhymes escaped her mind often. The only song that was constant in her mind was Gold since Yang had lovingly lulled the girl to sleep with it all the time growing up. It would just be another thing to bond over along with being an autumn born child. At this point she was crossing her fingers that this kid would get something from Jaune. Her train of thought was broken the moment her gaze went away from the sky and back to the porch’s other guests.

Ruby:*smiling* You know y’all didn’t have to take time off for me right?

Yang:You are actually insane if you believe for even a second that I am going to be across the world when you go into labor. I will be around for my baby sister giving birth to her baby. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Ruby:Blake can you please tell your future wife that being here for a month is crazy and better spent planning the wedding she’s dreamed of?

Blake:Do you think I would be here if I agreed with you? This baby tops whatever plans we have. Yang has already bought a shirt that says “hot aunt” on the front.

Ruby:I wanna believe you’re joking, but I absolutely know your not.

Weiss:I begged her not to.

Yang:Then she found one in white.

Weiss:Now we match.

Ruby:You didn’t....

Weiss:We both know how I feel about kids. Better believe that shirt is hanging up in a proud spot in my closet.

Blake:If it makes you feel better they also had a black one. We are all still color correct.

Ruby:And I thought Jaune was losing it over this bundle of joy. All of you are no better.

Yang:Where is the baby daddy anyways? I thought he’d never leave your side.

Jaune:*opens door* He hasn’t.

Tai:*walks out with ice tea pitcher* He was just helping me in the kitchen.

Jaune:What did I miss?

Ruby:Yang is replacing you as clinging blonde who loves this baby.

Yang:Oh don’t act like you don’t love it.

The older sister walks over as tea is passed around. She kneels down and gently wraps her arms around Ruby; laying her head on the baby bump and making her little sis giggle.

Yang:Hey there little rascal. Your mother thinks we’re all looney for loving you so much but she’s just playing cool. I can tell out of everyone that she’s thrilled the most. Just wait, I’ll gonna smother you with love the way only an aunt can. This family is pretty noisy but we know you’ll get used to it.

Ruby:Pfft, now I feel bad. I- Yang....?

Yang:Right now the whole family can’t be here but that’s okay. You’re gonna love uncle Ren and auntie Nora. If anyone who’s an expert on kids by now it’s them. Not to mention your great uncle Qrow. He might look grumpy but he’s a big softie. His semblance makes him wary to be around Ruby right now but I’m sure you’ll get along great.

Ruby:Yang....

Yang:Am I forgetting anyone really important? Well there’s-

Ruby:YANG!!

Yang:Huh???

Ruby:I uhhh, I think my water just broke.

Everyone:......

Jaune:.......WHAT!?

Suddenly Ruby hunches over like the wind got knocked out of her. Yang quickly jumps to her feet and is fully alert and caught of gaurd.

Yang:Right now!?

Ruby:Ri....agh! Yeah it’s definitely right now!

Tai:I’ll drive!!!

Blake:I’ll call ahead!!!!

Weiss:I’ll make sure we have everything. This is actually happening!

Jaune:Alright Ruby, up you go. Let’s go have a baby....

Ruby:Ugh, this gonna hurt a lot isn’t it?

xxxx

Ruby: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Doctor M:You’re doing great Ruby. Just a little bit more to go I promise!

Ruby:It........really hurts........

She had been screaming for at least half an hour now; not that she could really tell. First it was from the contractions but now came the time to actually push. Desperately she tried to control her breathing as did nothing but focus on the task at hand. Her hair clinged to her forehead that was covered in sweat that coated everywhere. Ruby never felt so tired before. Fighting Salem was ten times easier than this hands down. Once or twice Ruby looked to her right to see Jaune looking at her with nothing but vigor and determination; silently letting her know that he was here and that she could do this. His hand being grabbed like a vice by hers as she nodded. Screw the pain, the sweat, the blinding lights; none of that mattered. She had a job to do and she knew that it’ll be worth it. The only thing that mattered was to-

Doctor M: PUSH!!!!!

Ruby:AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

The echoes of scream mightier than a grimm dragon filled the halls off Vale’s hospital. Everyone sat in the waiting room in nail biting anticipation. Few people around them needed to ask what had them so tense. Consciously Yang knew the reason for the screaming yet it didn’t calm her big sister instincts as she paced around the tile floor. Each scream making her flinch hard. She doesn’t think she ever heard Ruby in such pain. Blake saw her partner gradually start to unravel bit by bit and took her hand in reassurance.

Blake:She’ll be alright.

Yang:I know but.....

Tai:Trust me when I say Summer screamed louder. I know Jaune must be scared to death right now.

Blake:My mom apparently sounded like some primal beast with me. I hope I don’t sound too bad.

Yang:....

Blake:What?

Yang:You....want kids? *blushing*

Blake:Yeah. Wait, do you not?

Yang:Oh I want kids we just never really mentioned it before. That’s just...phew, anyone else light headed?

Weiss:Yang please go sit down and I’ll go get you some water.

Yang:*sits* Thank you.

The Heiress wonders off at brisk speed. I’m truth, Weiss also really couldn’t take hearing the screams of her partner happen in intervals. She was granted a reprieve however since the vending machine was a few floors down; the sounds being almost like whispers. The glare from the setting sun hurt her stress filled eyes to the point she wanted to cover the window in solid ice. Two water bottles finally came out and Weiss immediately put one of them on her forehead with her eyes closed.

Weiss:(Ruby I love you pieces but you’re making my head pound)

Thump Thump Thump....

Weiss:*opens eyes* That...that wasn’t my head.

Thump Thump Thump....

The noise continues in random succession as Weiss confusingly walks around the area until it eventually gets louder. Her head turns to see a door completely on the the other end slightly jiggle in beat of the thumping with a nurse by it. The blue sign next to it quickly told her what room it was.

Weiss:The restroom???

xxxx

Doctor M: Alright Ruby, just give me one more big push. You’re in the home stretch.

Ruby: huff...Sweatie..?huff

Jaune:I’m here. *tighting grip*

Ruby:I know. *smirks* Ready to lose our bet?

Jaune:*smiles* Only one way to find out.

Doctor M:All set!?

Ruby:Bring it on.

Doctor M:One three then. One...Two...THREE!!!

Call it her second, conviction, you can call it the absolute power of the Gods and women itself. Regardless of the label, Ruby Rose summoned every once of strength she had left to push as hard as she could; a kind of strength that she didn’t even know was possible at all let alone something she could possess. With it came a scream but from the pain. It was resolve. Love. Soon the screamed was met another that silenced hers. It was small yet so mighty that Ruby couldn’t help but succumb to tears. She wasn’t the only one. Jaune braced his arm against her hospital bed while his right hand covered his mouth; tears forming as easily as rain.

The doctor grinned at both of them as she held the source of the small scream wrapped up in a blanket in her arms. All Ruby could do is put her hands out in an eager and tired attempt to hold finally see her baby; the doctor didn’t make her wait a second longer and put it gently in her arms. Time felt like it stopped; reality slipping away. The only thing that remained was her, Jaune, and the new addition to their life. Her finger brushing a head of black and faded red hair out of the way to reveal eyes that dazzled like the moon; like hers. Ruby slowly pulled it closer to her chest to embrace tiny warmth further. Jaune reached out to cradled the both of them and doing his best not to fall apart.

Jaune:Doctor, can you do the honors?

Doctor M:Congratulations to your healthy baby boy.

Ruby:A boy. Jaune we have a beautiful baby boy. *sniffling*

Doctor M:Looks like someone needs to be fitted for a dress.

Jaune:Wouldn’t be the first time. I’d lose a thousand times over for this moment.

Tai:Oh my goodness...

The new parents look up to see Tai, Yang, and Blake crowding the doorway in awe. Ruby waves them in one by one happily seeing their face light up as they get closer.

Ruby:Hey you guys. Come meet the newest member of the group. Dustin Arc Rose.

Tai:I’m a grandpa.....*tearing up*

Blake:He is gorgeous.

Yang:How are you feeling?

Ruby:Like I fought a hundred battles in a row. Jaune I have no idea how your mother did this eight time. Arc’s really are a sturdy bunch.

Jaune:Trust and believe that no one knows what makes her such a trooper but hey, you’re one too now. Is there anything the number one huntress can’t do?

Ruby:Not as long as she has you. All of you.

Yang:Can I hold him please?

Doctor M:Hold up. As much as I love creating beautiful moments, still have a job to do which ruins them. I gotta clean the little guy off properly and make sure he’s actually all ready to go. Those screams where a good sign and if he’s anything like his parents then this won’t take too long. Ruby I hate to be a mood killer but....

Reluctantly she handed over her baby and received a wink from the doctor as she exited the room. She already missed him but was immediately surrounded by family smiles. Tai handed her another well deserved pillow for his daughter. Adrenaline and holding Dustin was all that kept her body from instant fatigue black out but now it was trying to catch her. Sleep never sounded so good.

Jaune:You okay there Rubes?

Ruby:You think the doctor would be upset if you used your aura to give me a pick me up?

Jaune:I feel like this type of tired is above my threshold.

Tai:If you’re anything like your mother then you’ll bounce back better than ever.

Ruby:Hehe, looks like I’m getting cooler from here on out.

Yang:That’s nothing new. Just rest up, you can have my water whenever Wei-Oh my god Weiss missed all of this because of me!!!!

Ruby:I was wondering where she was.

Blake:She’s going to be so livid.

Yang:Wh...who knows? Maybe she will be completely calm about the whole thing?

Weiss:*runs in* H E Y ! ! ! Tell me I’m not late!?

Yang:Ahh! I’m sorry! We already saw the baby and he’s adorable! He’ll be back in a few minutes with- *turns around*

Yang’s words got caught in her throat as she saw the shaken expression on Weiss’s face. Urgency filled the shorter girls eyes but that’s not what stunned th room. Weiss’s clothes, they were covered in blood. The Two more sets of footsteps come from behind her. One was a trembling nurse who was also covered in blood as she supported a body around her shoulder. The person was bleeding from their torso and looked half dead; their head hanging and in ruined surgical attire. The room went pale and stomachs dropped when they saw person raise their head with fading eyes. It was doctor Michaels.

Doctor Michaels:Tr.....p tr...a..p

Tears ran down her face before her body went limp. The nurse layed her on the ground and was about to rush in to grab tools but immediately stopped at the sight of the doctors face. She gone. Ruby felt completely numb. If this was the doctor....

Jaune:EVERYBODY FAN OUT!!!

Ruby watched Jaune and her team dash out the room immediately and slpit off; busting open Every single door they came across. Tai took the nurses hand and guided her and the doctor to Ruby before heading out the door way.

Tai:Lock this door and call the authorities immediately!

Ruby:D...dad? W....where’s my baby?

He watched tears form in Ruby’s eyes. What could he say? What do you say? His hands clenched tightly before running off and joining the search. Time was everything. The nurse immediately closed the door and followed Tai’s instruction. Ruby reached for the bed rail to pull herself up but her arm went limp in a second. Making her fall back against the pillow. She tried again but the outcome was the same. Not even her legs would respond properly as she desperately tried to move before the nurse restrained her so she didn’t injure herself. Giving birth had taken to much energy. Ruby was a sitting duck.

Ruby:Let me go!!! I gotta find my son!

Nurse:You are in no condition to move! Right now you’re-

knock knock knock

Both of them shifted attention to the door. There wasn’t anymore knocking. Instead the door handle slowly grew brighter and brighter until it melted off completely. That was all Ruby needed to immediately feel terror and rage grip her soul. The nurse reached for phone but was immediately struck with glass right through her stomach through the newly made hole. She didn’t feel pain at first; just overwhelming heat ripping through her body as the door opened. Revealing Ruby’s fear complete with an old outfit she hadn’t seen since she was fifteen.

Cinder:Helpless. That’s what you were going to say right?

xxxx

Yang and Jaune raced down the hall in full force. She recklessly swung open every door to her right and knocked into people while Jaune did the same one the left. Nothing. With each failure they got faster and faster as they raced up the stairs to the higher floors. Yang grabbed her scroll to call Weiss and Blake who where going down.

Yang:Please tell me you found him!

Blake:Not yet!

Weiss:Damnit!!! There’s too many rooms and people!

Jaune:KEEP LOOKING! They couldn’t have-

Yang:THERE!

His eyes shifted to see the “Doctor” standing in the elevator holding the baby; his baby. The person locked eyes with the bonds as they struggled to reach the kidnapper before the doors closed. Unfortunately it was in vain. Halfway way there they watched the door closed on a sadistic smirk but that’s not all. Yang’s eyes went deep red watching the set of emerald eyes turn pink and brown. With one powerful step she lunged over all the people and pried the doors open to see the elevator car going up fast. If wasn’t for the baby she would’ve snapped the cable right then and there.

Yang:IT’S FUCKING NEO!!!

Blake:What!!!

Weiss:Does that mean Cinder is here?

Yang:She’s heading to the roof!

Tai:Damnit all! I’m heading back to Ruby!

Blake:You’ll need back up. I’ll head back too. Everyone else go to the roof.

Yang:Okay. Jaune let’s-

He was already moving towards the staircase. His aura washed over his body in a divine white and pushed his body beyond its normal limits. Increasing his speed dramatically. Yang followed his lead by jumping of the railing and propelling herself upwards like a rocket with her arm.

A few floors down, Weiss smashed a window and jumped out. She waved her left hand to form a glyph platform then made a line of them running along the entire building. She ran up towards the top while Blake stopped at the floor Tai was on and continued back to Ruby’s room. This was beyond bad; they were completely blindsided. Worst of all, it had been in a hospital. They were weaponless.

xxxx

Cinder:Surprised to see me little Rose? Well, I guess you’re not that little anymore now are you? You seemed to surprised to see me. I guess that makes since; it’s been a few years since our last encounter. Longer since you seen me in this.

Ruby:Cinder. I....I spared your life....

Cinder:Bet your regretting that decision now aren’t you?

The nurse tried to move until the blood in her veins lit up along with the shard in her. Bringing the woman to her knees and hacking like a feral animal. Ruby leaned forward before the weight of Cinder’s grimm arm pressed her back down. The nails slightly digging into her neck. Ruby’s eyes lit up dimly before fading and draining away what little energy she had.

Cinder:I wouldn’t try to move. It’ll only get worse.

Ruby:Leave her alone Cinder or-

Cinder:Or what? Silver eye blast? You can’t even sit up. Kids really are the death of us huh? It’s almost sad really.

Ruby:If you want me then fine. Just....cough let everyone else go.

Cinder:Pfft, typical. Always trying to play the hero. Always thinking your above others; stronger than them.

Ruby:You’re deranged.

Cinder:And you are pathetic. Brain dead even. Are all honest souls like this or just you? I wonder how that kid is the same? Or at least, would he have been? Given the chance to grow up.

Ruby couldn’t do anything but listen as Cinder laughed at her. Tears rolled down her face uncontrollably. Grabbing Cinder’s wrist weakly in desperation and despair.

Cinder:That’s what I wanted to see. How long has it been? Since you’ve felt so powerless.

Ruby:Please.......

Cinder:Hmm?

Ruby:If you want me dead then just do it already but please......leave him out of this. He has nothing to do with this!

Cinder:*grabs harder* He has everything to do with this. Listen closely, I’m not gonna kill you. That doesn’t settle what you did to me. After all you didn’t kill me. No, you killed my dreams; my perception this world. You made me realize I wasn’t as strong as I thought. Because of you and your friends my dreams of ruling under Salem and being on top are history. Now it’s your turn for dreams to die. I’m killing your happy ending and the best part is it’s all because you had to take the moral high ground. Reap what you sow right? Eye for an eye. Speaking of which, I guess I have a two brand new ones. You think his left or right eyes would look best on me.

Ruby:I’m going to kill you....

Cinder:Little late don’t you think? Maybe in your dreams.

Monstrous fingers squeezed tighter until Ruby’s vision went blurry. Seconds passed until she blacked out; never standing a chance. Cinder stared at her work. Even the sight of Ruby knocked out and still crying made her furious but she kept composure then left the room. She didn’t get one step in before Tai and Blake turned the corner to see her leaving the room. Both of them rushed her instinct but wasn’t expecting Cinder to yank the nurse out the room and throwing her towards them. The glass glew brighter than ever until bursting into flames and spreading it throughout the hall. The nurse screamed before turning into ash and distracting the pair. By the time they got through the flames, Cinder had vanished. Tai immediately ran into the room to check on Ruby.

Tai:She’s breathing but roughed up!

Blake:Guys we saw Cinder but she got away! Did you get Dustin!?

......

Blake:Yang!? Weiss!? Jaune!? Someone answer me!!

xxxx

They didn’t feel tired or scared or anything for that matter. The three of them just simply ran and ran and didn’t once stop. Never stumbling. Never losing sight of their goal. All at once they arrived at their destination. Weiss over the edege if the building, Yang through the door to the room, and was immediately followed by Jaune. The trio locking eyes on Neo and closing in around her with arms stretched out. Just to be met the sound and sight of shattering glass the moment they can in contact. Their surroundings crumbled like their resolve. It was only them on the roof; staring at a helicopter fly away into the dreadful sunset and out of their reach in silence. Yang’s mouth open in an attempt to scream but was stopped by Weiss grabbing the girls hand. The fiery rage died painfully the moment she turned towards her. Weiss’s other hand was clinging to Jaune’s as the man dropped to the ground shaking in uncontrollably. The aura around him dying down to a complete stop; revealing tears running down his face.

Only one person should be screaming but he didn’t. He just watched. Yang’s red eyes turned back to normal and bent down towards Jaune with Weiss. The two women put their arms around him and held tightly. Finally he broke the silence; Wailing and screaming at the world for doing this to him. To Ruby. All while Weiss and Yang sunk into the shared sorrow. Tears staining Jaune’s shirt, but they never screamed. Only one person should be screaming right now. The man who just lost his son.

Part 7

#rwby rosebud #rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #taiyang xiao long #cinder fall #neo politan #im crying too #rwby lancaster

[talesofpanem]

If You Can’t Take the Heat...

Author: @xerxia31

Rating: T

Trigger warning: depictions of abuse

Summary: When the summer heat ratchets up, Peeta Mellark finds the bakery’s kitchen an impossible place to be.

Sweat drips into my eyes as I pull yet another tray from the oven, and I try to wipe it away on the shoulder of my heavy canvas apron. Good for preventing burns from hot pans, but stiflingly hot to wear on a day like this. When I spin to set the bread on the counter, my head swims, and I lean heavily against the steel surface, head bowed.

It’s the fifth day in a row of oppressive, intolerable heat that has everyone sluggish and moving more slowly than usual. And it has Mother in a particularly foul temper. You’d think she would be pleased, what with everyone in the district coming to us for bread and tarts since it’s too hot to cook in their own homes. But Mother is never pleased.

Particularly with me.

As if summoned by my uncharitable thoughts, Mother storms back into the kitchen. “Peeta, you stupid creature, get back to work! If you moved any more slowly you’d be going backwards!” I wish I had the guts to point out to her that everything would go a little faster if she was helping, instead of hiding out in the cold storage, pretending to do inventory. But talking back to Mother just makes things worse, and I’m all too aware of just how tenuous my place here is. So I keep my mouth shut and push through the nausea and dizziness, moving the hot loaves of nut bread to wire cooling racks. Behind me, Rye surreptitiously kicks away the brick that we use to prop open the back door when Mother isn’t in the kitchen. She’s convinced that having it open even a crack will have ‘the district riff-raff’ storming our bakery to steal the food. 

Her sentiment, not mine. 

As much as Mother hates me and my brothers, she hates the rest of the district more. Particularly the poor people, which is pretty much everyone. And particularly people from the Seam, which is 9 out of every ten people in District 12.

I go back to my station and concentrate on working. It’s a challenge, getting our usual recipes to turn out well when it’s so hot in the prep area. It makes the pie crusts tough and the bread doughs sticky. Not that our customers complain. They’re just grateful to not have to stoke a fire this week. 

Mother disappears in a huff and I relax a little. The dizziness persists, though. I feel unsteady on my feet, listless and clumsy. Rye, who has been splitting his time between the front shop and the kitchen, passes me a cup of water and I chug it, despite how warm it is. I just have to push through until Dad and Brann get back from the train station. Dad will let me take a break before we unload the carts, I’m sure. I just need to keep it together for another hour at most.  

The bell out front rings again and with a sigh, Rye heads back to man the cash. It’s cooler in the front, without the ovens, but he’s spent as much time with me as he can spare, trying to help me keep up with the baking. Trying to shelter me from Mother’s wrath. 

The water shifts uncomfortably in my empty stomach. It’s been too hot to eat much this week, especially the stale bread that makes up the majority of our diet. And I haven’t really had any appetite anyway. But the sloshing gets worse, and I realize I’m going to be sick. I stagger towards the door, pushing it open and sticking my face in the narrow opening, hoping a bit of air will stave off the sickness. 

Voices float back. Mother, promising that something is right back in the kitchen. In my lightheaded, disoriented state, I don’t realize that she’s heading my way until it’s too late. 

“Lazy, ungrateful boy,” she shrieks, grabbing a fistful of my hair. I’m already slumped against the doorframe, I don’t have the energy to defend myself or even to flinch. Her barrage of insults continue, I think, but it all sounds tinny and warped. She’s pulling me back from the door and I can’t even warn her that’s a bad idea as I start retching. 

She screams. 

My scalp is on fire as she heaves me through the door using her grip on my hair. But that pain is eclipsed by the ground rushing up to meet me as I careen off the back steps, landing on the hard packed dirt in an explosion of agony. 

The bakery door slams shut above me with a ringing metallic finality, and a hot blackness carries me away. 

o-o-o

My head is pounding, by far the worst headache I’ve ever had. I groan, and someone shuffles near me, the crunch of gravel right by my ear. It all rushes back - the heat, the nausea, my mother, taking a header down the cement steps out back. I can’t muster the energy to check, but I’m fairly sure my head took the brunt of it this time. A hand on my shoulder eases me up onto my side. Rye must have found me. I wonder how long I’ve been out here; the sun is no longer beating on my face. The cool edge of a cup, or maybe a flask, presses against my lip. Cold water rushes in; I try to gulp the unexpected delight, to soothe my aching throat, but it retreats. 

“Slowly,” a soft, sultry voice says above me. Definitely not Rye. I crack an eye open and wait for the world to come into focus. 

A pair of silver-grey eyes emerge from a mist that matches them exactly. A little grin lifts my lips. Katniss Everdeen leaning over me. This is the best concussion dream ever. Dark brows crease, and a soft hand presses against my forehead. “You’re a little cooler,” she says, then the hand retreats. I want to complain, to beg her to touch me again. Instead, a cold, wet cloth presses against my forehead, and a similar cloth is lifted from the back of my neck, swapped for a cooler one. I let myself drift away again, to where the pain can’t follow. 

What feels like seconds later I’m shaken awake. “You have to drink more water,” concussion dream Katniss says. This time, when I open my eyes I can focus. I’m still lying on the ground, but not by the bakery door. I’m in the shade of the miller’s shed, my head pillowed on my folded apron, the stench of vomit heavy in the air. 

And Katniss is definitely not a dream. She’s sitting cross-legged beside me, dusty boots tucked under dirty linen pants, what I recognize as her typical hunting apparel. Her usual scruffy leather jacket is absent, probably in deference to the heat. Instead, she’s wearing a dull green shirt with no sleeves, sleekly muscled shoulders bared to my gaze. I take the flask she offers, sipping slowly and cringe internally. The most beautiful girl in school is finally talking to me and I’m lying in the dirt with vomit on my shirt. 

“Are you feeling any better?” Katniss asks. 

“Yeah,” I rasp. “Thank you.” I try to sit up but she stops me with a gentle hand to the shoulder, and I freeze. 

“Give it a few minutes,” she says. “You were out awhile.” 

Panic jolts through me. “How long is awhile?” Mother will kill me for slacking in the kitchen, even if she’s the one who tossed me out here. 

Katniss shrugs. “About forty minutes, I guess?” Shit, I am so dead. Katniss scowls. “You’re lucky you’re not dead. You were hot as a coal stove when I dragged you out of the sun.” My eyes nearly pop out of my head. I did not mean to say that out loud.

“I should get back in,” I say, though I honestly want nothing less than to go back inside that oven and deal with Mother’s wrath. “They’ll be worried.” The look Katniss gives me quashes any hope that she didn’t see exactly what happened. Shame steals through me. She must think I’m pathetic, eighteen years old and letting my mother push me around. Katniss Everdeen would never allow anyone to push her around that way. She’s been taking charge and caring for her entire family since we were just kids.

“She hasn’t come looking,” Katniss says, peeking through the rhododendrons that border the miller’s yard and shield our hiding spot from the bakery door. 

I close my eyes, pain and humiliation burning. Her hand on my head startles me, not checking for injuries, just running gently through my sweaty hair, brushing the overlong curls back. It feels so good to be touched with kindness that it’s all I can do to stave off the tears. She doesn’t say anything, just continues to stroke my hair while I struggle to get ahold of myself.

“You deserve better than this,” she says when I’ve calmed.

“Thank you for finding me,” I say, my voice thick and watery. 

“I owed you,” she says, and her thumb shifts, softly stroking the skin beneath my eye. My eyes pop open in surprise and wonder. There isn’t a wound there now but something about her expression makes me think she’s remembering when there was, what feels like a lifetime ago. 

“Is this about the bread, from when we were kids?” I hate thinking about that day long ago when Katniss, skeletal and starving, had shown up in the bakery yard. I’d done the only thing I could think of to help, scorched some bread in the fire, knowing that while Mother might make us eat the stale and misshapen loaves, she’d never serve a burnt loaf even to us. 

But I know how people in the Seam feel about repaying a favour, no matter how small. Gale Hawthorne had given me a basket of apples and a heaping dose of attitude last fall when I distracted the mayor so Gale could sneak Madge back into her house. It was ridiculous, that he felt he owed me for such a small kindness. But he said that was the Seam way, and I’d never understand. 

I hadn’t even done it for him, not really. I’d just been so damned happy to see him sneaking around with Madge, to find out that he wasn’t with Katniss that way, despite the hours they spend together in the woods on Sundays. So when I saw Gale and Madge kissing on the Undersees’ back steps and heard the mayor coming up the walkway, I engaged him in a conversation. Anyone would do the same.

“No,” she says, then wrinkles her cute little nose. “Well, a little. But not only that.” Her hand falls away, and I push myself up to sitting. 

This is the first time we’ve ever spoken, beyond a muttered good morning when she comes to trade squirrels and goat cheese with my father, and I’m desperate to keep going, despite the circumstances. I tried all through school to think of a way to talk to her, but I always chickened out. Even after our last reaping just 6 weeks ago, I wanted so badly to go congratulate her, but when her family had surrounded her I’d only skulked away. My own family, of course, had been nowhere to be found. 

“Then why?” I ask, searching her eyes. They’re grey, most people in the Seam have grey eyes, but in the shade they almost glow, quicksilver and sparkling. Enchanting.

“I, well. I’ve been watching you. And trying to figure out a way out of your situation.” I cringe again. As the third son, my situation is obvious to anyone who cares to look. There isn’t enough business at the bakery, even in busy times like these, to support three men and their future families. I’ve been kept on past my last Reaping only because Brann hasn’t yet married. But Mother has been working hard to find him a wife, so my days here are numbered. And my choices are slim. Go into the mines or marry a merchant girl with no brothers. Neither of which are very appealing. Though I guess the mines are where I’m likeliest to wind up, since I’d never subject a girl to a loveless marriage with me. I’ve spent far too long watching my parents’ misery. “I was coming to talk to you. That’s when I saw the witch.”

“I’m sorry you saw that,” I admit. 

“I’m not,” she says. “She left you unconscious and bleeding in this heat. You could have died, Peeta.” Her voice, unbelievably, cracks with emotion, and she scowls, looking away.

“And you took care of me.” She could just as easily have knocked on the back door, or gone around front and demanded Rye or Mother bring me in. She could even have called the Peacekeepers. Instead, she took care of me. Not her healer mother, but Katniss herself. My heart feels like it might burst. Despite everything, this might be the best day of my life, hunched in the dirt with the girl of my dreams.

“I did,” she says, swinging her silver gaze back to me. “Anyway, I think I have a plan,” she says.

“Really?” I’ve been trying to come up with a plan for months, a way to live a real life away from Mother and all of her hatred. But I’ve been dragging my feet on implementing anything, because the mines are a hard, horrible life. And because I love baking, at least when Mother isn’t around or when Dad is there to shelter me from her. It’s hard to imagine doing anything else.

Katniss reaches behind her for the canvas bag she usually carries her hunting catches in, but instead of a squirrel or a bunch of herbs, she extracts a book, setting it gingerly in my lap.

It’s old, generations old, maybe even from the dark days. I open it reverently, understanding without her words that she’s sharing something important with me. The early pages are all medicinal herbs with time-faded illustrations and descriptions. Further in are hand-drawn images of plants, with where to find them written in the margins in slanted hand. I glance up, confused, and Katniss smiles. It’s such a rare thing, her smile, that I’m struck dumb. Or dumber, anyway.

She leans into me, her shoulder against my own, and flips the pages almost to the end. More drawings slide by, of edible plants, and handwritten descriptions in what I recognize as Katniss’s hand. A plan, I think, for keeping her family alive. I’m struck by her tenacity. I’ve always known she was fearless. But I’m learning just how smart she is too. Finally, she stops at a drawing of a bushy-topped plant that looks vaguely like the wheat stalks from which bakery flour comes. We don’t grow wheat in District 12, it comes from 10, but I’ve seen pictures of it on the sides of the flour bags that come from the Capitol.

“It’s amaranth,” she says. “You can make flour out of it.” I’m surprised, I had no idea you could make flour out of anything other than wheat. “And this,” she continues, flipping the page, “is buckwheat. Apparently it makes a flour almost the same as what you get in the bakery.”

While I’m enjoying her enthusiasm immensely, I have no idea what this means for me, and I tell her so. She doesn’t get upset with me, she simply grins. “Both of these grow here, in Twelve. I found a book in the library, and I’ve been studying which grains can be used to make breads and cakes. I found these two that looked familiar. Lots and lots of amaranth grow in the valley about a mile from here, and we could probably get the buckwheat to seed in a garden, so we’d have enough.”

“Enough for what?”

“Enough so we could open an eatery, in the Hob,” she says, and her enthusiasm is tempered with a little bit of what looks like fear. “There’s an open booth and it has an oven. You could bake bread and I could sell some of my game, and Prim could sell any extra goat milk and cheese. With Greasy Sae gone, people need a place to buy food that’s not in the merchant quarter. I think we could really make this work. I mean, I know it’s not as good as what you have now…” she trails off, biting her lip.

“My mother wouldn’t allow it,” I say, then immediately want to slap myself when Katniss’s soft, pleased expression hardens into something angry.

“She can’t stop you,” she says fiercely. “She’d never even come into the Hob.” That’s true, there’s no way Mother would be caught dead there. “And if she did,” Katniss continues, “I wouldn’t let her come near you.” That’s incredibly sweet, and my heart turns strangely in my chest. But that’s not really what I mean.

“She won’t let me live at home unless I’m slaving in her bakery.”

“If we’re partners, you won’t have to live there. You won’t ever have to see any of them again, if you don’t want to.”

“How?” I start, then realization kicks in. She’s not just talking about a business partnership.

She’s talking a life partnership.

Marriage in District 12 comes with a house; apart from winning the games, or having your parents die, it’s the only way to get a house in District 12.

I love Katniss, I have loved her in some way since we were five-year-olds. Which is why I can’t let her do this. I can’t let her sentence herself to a loveless life with me just because of some misguided sense of obligation.

“Marriage?” I gasp. Katniss nods, eyes wide and serious. “Why would you do this?” I ask again, like a muttation parroting the same word over and over. 

She huffs. “I told you, because you deserve better than this.”

“So do a lot of people in District Twelve,” I remind her. 

“I don’t care about those people,” she whispers, and I hold my breath. But the rest of the words don’t come. And without them, this can’t happen.

“I can’t let you throw your life away for me,” I tell her, and it hurts my heart to do so, with everything I’ve ever wanted laid out before me. But it isn’t really mine for the taking. “Sentencing yourself to a life of misery won’t be doing me any favours.”

“It won’t be like that,” she says, defiant, but also maybe just a little hurt. She wraps her arms around herself and looks away, through the rhododendrons again. “Maybe I want this for myself, Peeta, did you ever think of that?”

“Do you?” I whisper. A thousand emotions play across her expressive face while I hold my breath, everything I’d never even dared to dream hanging in the balance.

“Yes,” she says, barely a breath. “I know you don’t feel the same, but maybe someday-”

I cut off her words with my mouth, kissing her with all of the joy in my heart, however puke-scented it might be. She stiffens, but doesn’t push me away, and after a moment her hands slide into my hair again, but this time they twist in the curls at the nape of my neck.

The kiss is everything a first kiss should be, sweet and perfect, and when we break apart I am dizzy again, but this time with euphoria. “I have loved you forever,” I confess, and she blinks.

“But you’ve never even spoken to me, no matter how many times I came to the bakery…”

I laugh, for the first time in what feels like a lifetime. “I’m a coward,” I tell her, and she laughs, a gorgeous, musical sound.

“That kiss didn’t feel very cowardly.” Then she leans in.

Our second kiss is slower, but no less enthusiastic, and when her hot little tongue pokes shyly into my mouth, all of the blood in my head runs south. “Katniss,” I breathe against her lips, and I can taste her smile.

“Come on,” she says, pulling away and reaching for the book, slipping it into her bag. “Let me show you the stall. Then we can talk about what to do next.” She extends her hand, and as she does, I hear the bakery door clang open, Mother’s shrill voice bellowing my name.

I don’t even think twice, wrapping Katniss’s tiny hand in my own much larger one, and letting her lead me into the future.

#tales of panem #talesofpanem #submission #week 8 #heat #xerxia31

[jiminienoodle]

BTS reaction to you being sexually frustrated or horny.

namjoon:

Oh hell, you in trouble now. You wanted to come over to his studio because you missed him. Once you saw how concentrated he was on his computer your legs began to to tremble and dirty thoughts came flooding into your mind. 

“Hey baby” you said with a hint of seduction in your voice. Namjoon didn't notice and kept typing away on his computer.

“When’d you get here?” He asked still facing the computer.

“Just a couple of seconds ago” You said while removing your panties and bra. You whispered in his ear “Two severe articles of clothing have been removed but no one called the cops, why?”  Namjoon smirked.

Seokjin:

You two were watching a k-drama together while cuddling. “NOO WHY’D YOU DO THAT!?!” Jin screamed to the TV while wiggling uncontrollably. You were laughing at his silliness until his knee came in contact with your no no square.(lmao) You suppressed your moan and tried to focus on the show but your imagination didn’t have any of it. Your eyes dilated,filled with lust, you stopped the show in the middle of its climax (wink wonk) and flipped him over. “HEY IT WAS FINALLY GETTING GOOD WHY’D YOU DO THAT?” He whined. He immediately stopped until he saw your lust filled eyes. He quickly flipped you over and started to kiss your neck. “Oh is that what my baby wants?” 

Yoongi: 

Yoongi left you alone for a week because of his work. You were mad and sexually frustrated because he hasn’t called once or texted. You came to his studio to give him lunch and saw him crumpling a piece of paper and throwing it in the trash. You walked over to him and put his lunch on his desk. You realized how stressed he looked and you know he wont budge and take a break because he is so stubborn but you asked anyway.”You should take a break Yoongi” you said calmly. “ No” he said. You weren’t having any of it. You pulled him out of the chair and pushed him on the bed. “WHAT THE HELL Y/N!?” He shouted. You snapped. You pulled his boxers off in a flash and did I mention you were wearing his over sized t-shirt and shorts? You took the shorts and panties off yourself and sat on him. You both moaned loudly. “Ah fuck y/n” He said while looking straight into your eyes. “Maybe I can take a break for a while”

Hoseok: 

Hoseok was practicing his choreography in the shower and knocked something over. You thought he fell and rushed to see if he’s okay. You pulled open the shower curtains and he just froze and stared at you with wide eyes. “Uh- Y/N what are you doing?” He asked still frozen. “I THOUGHT YOU FUCKING SLIPPED SORRY” you shrieked and closed the curtain. He pulled you in the shower. “What a dirty mouth you have. I guess daddy has to fix that hm?” (fuckfuckfuckfuck)

Jimin:

He teased you,made you flustered,and wouldn’t give what you wanted. This has been going on for a week so you decided it was your turn. You waited when he least expected it and in the morning is where your plan started. You were wearing his over-sized shirt with black and white stripes on them and panties, the shirt covered half of your thighs. You were making pancakes and you felt Jimin’s arms snake around your waist. “My shirt looks good on you” he whispered. The amount of self control you have was able to resit that hot asf attack. “I made pancakes” you said as you set them down on the table. “I would rather eat you, love” He said while smirking. You raise an eyebrow at him and half smiled.He grabbed your hand and put you on the couch. He took of your underwear with his teeth while looking right at you and started to eat you out like he has been stranded on a desert and you were a lake.(plz kill me) Once you climaxed he started to take off his belt. You stopped him and ran away.

“YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS Y/N” Jimin whined

{sorry this is so long lol}

Taehyung:

Tae kept sending you dirty pictures at work. ‘you’re gonna fucking get it Tae’ you thought. The day was finally over and there he was. Taehyung. Sitting on the couch like nothing happened. “How was work, beautiful?” He asked nonchalantly. “Kim Taehyung” you said sternly. I couldn’t focus on work because of you. He looked at you with dark eyes. “You shouldn’t have left me so horny then babe” He said while he pinned you to the wall. “You’ve been bad, darling” He said. He sucked your neck and took off your clothes and so on ;). You weren’t going to leave without justice so you overstimulated him until he was begging you to stop with tears in his eyes. “I promise Ill be goo-Ah-ohmygod-please”

Jungkook:

Jungkook had a concert and you were in the front row. He quickly spotted you and smirked. You didn’t think much of it until he licked his lips, hip thrust towards you, and pulled his hair. ‘Fuck’ you thought to yourself. You shot him a glare and he took that as a sign to tease you more. After the concert you were walking in the bathroom to have a serious talk with yourself to calm down until someone pulled you in the stall. “WtF” you said confused. There he was. Sweaty. Ass. Milky Thigh-ed God. Jungkook. ‘God help me’ you said to yourself. Jungkook chuckled darkly and pushed you against the wall. “You were looking extra sexy today so I decided to give you a little gift of my appreciation” Jungkook said darkly. (CRINGE CITY) “Take me” you whispered. 

 And fuck he did

#bts #btsjimin #bts jhope #bts namjoon #btsyoongi #btsjin #btsv #btsjungkook #bts reactions #dirtybangtan #btsdirtyreactions #read at your own risk

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 25

A birthday present from me to you all, thanks for reading always!

“Take a walk with me?” Jared whispered as he got up from the table, late lunch had turned into dinner and was meant as a private tête-à-tête for the two of them, but got spoiled by practically everyone in the crew joining them to celebrate the last final touches to the show, tomorrow they were gonna kick off this tour and it seemed that everyone wanted to let loose one last time before the stricter diets and lifestyles were gonna have to be respected as from tomorrow too. Oh god yes, take me away from this too crowded, too loud bunch of egotrippers, Shannon was nice though, he seemed to be the only one, apart from his brother of course, who really seemed to take a liking to her, he had questioned her incessantly about her work and seemed genuinely interested in her. “Yes of course” three simple words but oh that was so very ladylike, everything she had rebelled against since she was a kid, but still she grabbed the hand that he offered to her all gentlemanlike. “I forgot how cold Germany can be in the winter” she shivered as she stepped out into the cold evening air and quickly zipped up her leather jacket that still wasn't exactly winterproof, “here” Jared took his scarf and rolled it around her neck “tomorrow we're getting you a proper wintercoat” oh that Jared-scented warmth that rolled over her body, intoxicating. He grabbed her hand, oh right, they'd never done that before really, his hand was tightly holding hers and it was so comfortably warm “and to think you grew up around here” he dug his free hand deep in his pocket. “I didn't grow up here at all, I was born in Italy, that was always our homebase, we travelled and lived all around Europe for my Dad's work, like a tribe of modern day nomads, I constantly had to change schools and friends..the best way to get bullied, especially if you're 12 and you have an aristocratic title stuck to your name”, oh that came out like a torrent, while she barely said anything about her youth or her childhood, he was just so easy to talk to. “I bet you were never bullied” of course he wasn't, stupid thing to ask a man that was oh so confident all the frikkin time, “nope, I wasn't..I guess I was always on the other side..” he hesitated, it wasn't easy admitting that he had often been the designated bully. “Oh..” she acted all casual, but deep down his confession dissapointed her, he felt her go all quiet “anyway, now we're on the topic of family, you seemed to really get along with Shannon” and boy was he happy about that, a talkative Shannon was a happy Shannon, “yeah, Shannon's great..are you really sure he was the reason you had to fly back here? I don't see him as the guy who'd trash a hotelroom somehow” big brother was definitely a really cool guy. “Well, he did..let's just hope his coke-buddy stays far away from this entire tour, listen you're gonna have to start trusting me a whole lot more if you want this to go anywhere” stop it ok, why are you suddenly so pissed off? Is it because she admitted to being bullied and you don't know how to handle that? Because she's obviously still bullied by Sean and Shayla and you don't want to fire either one of them, because you're about to start a world tour and you actually need them? Or is it just Shannon that is a loose cannon and who's driving you nuts because all you can do is  just wait around for his little Miss Sunshine to appear again and watch their next explosion from the front row?. Her hand pulled back from his and all confused he stopped to see her stand there staring at him with those burning charcoal eyes that nearly glowed in the dark “what is it? You ok?”. Harper cocked her head “what did you just say to me? 'if I want this to go anywhere' what? and where exactly do you want this to go, nowhere at all? I should be lucky to be around mr. Rockstar? Like some privileged groupie, right? Is that it? You're bored already and you asked me to take a walk to tell me that? Fuck off, Jared, just fuck off”. She didn't shout or yell, she just calmly said what she had to say without making a scene, “I don't believe this” she mumbled as she started walking and then running away from him who stood there speechless and heartbroken, what the fuck just happened?

When she reached the hotel and her own room, she was still fuming, did she overreact? Maybe..no, no way, she pulled his scarf from around her neck and threw it on the floor in disgust, stupid ass, how could he be so cold? There was a knock on the door, no, reception guy, I don't need you to bring up my spare key card like you mentioned right now. Thank god, she opened the door, still in a blazing fury though “Hey..” he swallowed hard, “Jared..” she mumbled like he was the last person she was expecting, “can I come in?” please let me in, I'll crawl, I'll beg, just let me in. Harper rolled her eyes and walked back into the room, leaving the door wide open for him, “I'm sorry, babe..” he closed the door behind him and followed her inside “are you,Jared? Really? Because I don't know what to do anymore? With you I don't know my left from my right anymore” no tears Haper, don't give him the satisfaction. “I'm in this for the very long run, and I'm sorry, it just came out all wrong” he breathed as he tried to lock eyes with her, which wasn't easy, her body language said it all, she was just as nervous and insecure as he was. He walked over to her and let his lips crash down on hers, “you're the best thing that happened to me in a very long time, and I'm just not used to it anymore, I guess, I'm sorry, alright?” he whispered as he pulled back to look into her eyes “I'm sorry, I want you, I really do”. Enough, the fight was over, she just couldn't resist him and deepened the kiss when his hands drifted down her back to her butt, in return her hands roamed under his shirt, fingers felt every little bulge of his abdomen, up to where his chest expanded and the ripple of muscles under his skin drove her insane, she wanted him so much her stomach ached in anticipation of the obvious that was about to happen. His fingers impatiently tugged at the zipper of her jacket, almost breaking it as he yanked it down and pushed the jacket over her shoulders, their lips refusing to break contact. The urgency in their actions suddenly died down when he pulled her T-shirt over her head, and he took his time to admire her semi-naked chest “you're so beautiful” he breathed, his fingers digging under the straps of her bra, letting his mouth follow the same path pushing them down her shoulders his fingers digging under the straps of her bra, letting his mouth follow the same path pushing them down her shoulders with a tug of his teeth. Expert hands flicked open her pants and there wasn't even a shrug of her hips necessary as they pooled round her ankles in a second, what a body, what a sensational body with curves in all the right places. Wow, wait a minute, I need to see more of you too, mister, a T-shirt hooked in his long hair, ugghhh, come on, she nervously tugged at his shirt “alright, alright” he grinned as he untangled himself and threw the shirt wherever it wanted to fall. “Come here” that stupid, deliciously horny grin just wouldn't leave his mouth when he picked up her up and carried her over to the bed, this was happening, this was finally happening, he threw her on the mattress and crawled over her on all fours.

Kisses, bites, licks, it was a dazzling mix that trailed up her abdomen, that hot, wet mouth was intoxicating, she lifted her head to look at him when he paused, oh those hands..she let her head fall back in bliss when his hands cupped her breasts, his tongue licking the gap between them. Instinctively she opened her legs to accomodate him so he could pay extra attention to what he was doing right now, oohhhh, ahhhh, yes, the lace of her bra raked against the already hard nipple as he pulled down the cups, she looked up again to see him look at the two globes that were pushed up round and firm on a lace platter. Yessss, oh god yes, finally, his warm, wet tongue swirled around the painfully throbbing hard nipple, now the other one..ahhhghhg..she pushed her hips up in delight, grinding against the rock hard bulge. “What do you want? Huh? Come on tell me” his eyes were glazed over with lust as they connected with hers briefly before he continued his divine assault on her breasts, “uhhhh” was all that she could utter, she had officially lost her marbles, “cat caught your tongue? Lemme guess, is this what you want?” one hand cupped over her warm core and gave it a squeeze, a finger found its' way underneath the lace, whoooohooooo, rip it off, just rip it off. It was like he read her mind, because in the blink of an eye the lace ripped. No, no, where are you going? She felt his body disconnect, ohhh, the last textile barrier, she sat up to help him unbutton his pants but then she was pushed back against the mattress, what? Oh god, what the..no that monster would never fit..he didn't give her time to overthink it, there was the feeling of something the size of an orange being pushed inside of her, a sharp cry left her lips like she was being split in two. This felt so..hot..so very tight..oh god, try not to cum straight away..ohhh, hips that tilted a little, was this little minx urging him on? He kissed her and then looked her straight in the eye as he pulled back a little and then plunged deep inside of her again, it was so hot to see her breathless with every thrust that turned into a firm, steady rhythm. Half an hour later they were a hot, sweaty, tangled mess, one kept firing on the other to go harder, faster, deeper, hands squeezed, nails dug into damp skin, they were both raw and rushing towards a climax that the other seemed to keep on delaying, Harper couldn't keep on going, she needed to cum or she was gonna explode so she rolled from under him and put her hands on his chest while she straddled him and slowly let him slide inside of her with a deep groan. All he could do was admire the view of this wild, beautiful woman taking what was hers, she set the pace and it wasn't slow at all, she was on fire, her sweaty body bucked and grinded, and she let out a low howl as he reached for her breasts, cupping, kneading, tweaking her nipples while she rode out her fury. A ringing in his ears, flashes of light and the tight, warm squeeze in his groin, ohhh..his hips started spasming, and with that he hit her spot so hard, a hot glow, muscles strained to the maximum and then relaxed, strained again as she felt his release shoot up inside of her.

Clutching her heart, she let herself fall next to him, grinning as her orgasm still kicked around her body, Jared put his arm around her and pulled her against him, no distance between them anymore, he just wouldn't allow it. “That was..” he kissed her damp hair, “incredible, I know” she finished his sentence and kissed his chest, the smell of sex still heavily present on his skin, “I really, really lo..like you, my beautiful Coco..I don't ever want you to leave me again” his emotions were getting the better of him, but he meant every single word. Silly man “I like you too, floppy hair, you're a-h..” she stifled a yawn, a cruel jetlag and post-coital bliss? Not a good combination “..mazing” she snuggled a little closer while he pulled the blanket over them, no don't do that, floppy hair, I'll be ready to go again in a few minutes, promise! How long had it been since he had actually slept with a woman, as in hold her all night long, wake up with her?..he couldn't even remember, but everything he had dreaded so much, and pushed away as hard as he could, like commitment and togetherness, a relationship a word that scared him senseless, had gone right out the window the minute he'd first kissed her. He would hold her all through the night and the nights to come from now on, he'd hold her until the morninglight would come creeping into this room and then he was gonna fuck her brains out, simple: sleep, wake up, fuck, eat, work, show, fuck, hold her, repeat..

#jared leto #jared leto fanfic #jared leto fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #30 Seconds To Mars #30 seconds to mars fanfic #30 seconds to mars fanfiction #a man on fire #chapter 25 #Harper Coco #harper and jared #caroline18mars

[itsmarianstories]

✨🔍Focus🔎✨

Boxer Jungkook, Dancer Jimin

2. Part: Jimin visits Jungkooks fight for the first time

A/N: I’m so done right now... I had this all already edited and this whole post finished when my laptop collapes and now I have to do everything again. I’m not gonna edit this chapter a second time sorry, now you gotta keep up with my mistakes :’) Also this can probably be read seperately? I think? Though it would make more sense to read the first part first. Anyways it’s not as long as the first part but therefore there will be a third part ;)

Word count: 4.594

Focus.

Un, deux, trois, quatre

Glissade, assemble, sous-sus, pirouette

His body drumming in tension, all muscles working and keeping his every move under total control. No finger is moving in a way it's not supposed to.

He is drilled to perfection, by his mother, his teacher and himself. It's what he did for all his life. Flying through the air, looking almost weightless and light, although his feet hurt, his legs burn and his lungs beg for air. A smile is plastered on his lips, keeping up the mask. Like a statue, strong, perfect, cold.

His eyes are fixed in the huge mirrors that cover the three walls in this studio, watching his own moves like a hawk. Everyone else, including his teacher has already left but he prefers it like that. The hours where he has the studio completely for himself are the best, he can completely focus on himself, he has all the space he wants and he can dance the way he wants.

He loves ballet, it's his passion, what keeps him going on some tough days but sometimes it's also what pushes him down. When he can't get a certain move right, or when his emotions are too overwhelming to push them down behind that mask of perfection. On those days he likes to blast his favourite songs and just let lose, close his eyes and move to the beat.

However, not today. In two weeks they have their showcase and Jimin performs in four pieces. Two group performances, one duet and one solo. They are already practicing for this showcase for almost a year now and although Jimin knows the sequences by heart now, there are still parts which are not perfect yet.

There will be critics at the show and if Jimin is good enough he might be allowed to choreograph his own pieces, get his own group and teach a class. Actually he doesn't really want to teach a class, he knows no one would want to train under him. Jimin is a perfectionist and he would drill his students to the absolute highest level, even he himself can't meet his standards so how could others?

The music stops and Jimins body stills. Well, more or less. His chest his heaving with heavy breaths and his legs tremble slightly. Sweat his running down his skin, literally everywhere, his arms, legs, neck, spine, forehead.

Jimin stared at himself in the mirror for a few seconds before he went to the corner where he left his stuff. He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face and neck. Deciding that it was enough he grabbed his things and quickly went to the shower. After cleaning his body he threw a quick glance at the time.

Jungkooks fight is in two hours, it will take Jimin probably about 40 minutes to get to the address so he should get home soon to get ready.

He isn't really sure what that is, this evening. Like, is it a date? A meeting between friends? Just a dude watching another dude fight?

Nonono, Jimin get a hold of yourself. The way Jungkook pressed you against your own wall in your own entryway definitely wasn't a moment between 'dudes'. This has to mean something, right? Right?!

The dancer sighed while pulling the hood of his sweater over his head. After that incident a few days ago he stopped taking the shortcut to his apartment which means his way home will take almost 20 minutes instead of 10. It's annoying but Jimin never wants to experience something like that ever again. He can't imagine what would have happened if Jungkook hadn't passed by coincidentally. Or if he hadn't been nice enough to actually stop and bother beating those guys up for him.

He is pretty sure Jungkook expected a girl, considering his reaction when he saw Jimins face. Who can blame him, it's not a situation that many young men find themselves in.

A few days ago he had read a story about corrective rape but couldn't imagine it really being a thing. Like why would you want to fuck someone you are disgusted by? It doesn't make sense but he figured that most horrible things don't make sense.

Thinking about that while walking home alone isn't really helping so he falls into a slow run, trying to get home as quickly as possible.

Once home Jimin quickly changes, does his hair and may or may not apply a hint of make-up, just on his eyes and lips.

He quickly texted Tae to let him know he was ready and waited for the knock on his door. Slipping on his sneakers, checking his phone, key and wallet he opened the door.

“Hey loverboy, ready?” Tae grinned at him and Jimin smacked his shoulder.

“Shut up!” He mumbled, feeling the blush creep onto his cheeks. They left the building together and called for a cab. Jimin fiddled with the hem of his oversized jacket. He didn't like to admit that he was nervous. Obviously because of the fight. He had no idea what to expect and the way Jungkook sounded while texting he was a bit worried about Jimin being there. That's why Tae is here after all.

“I can't believe you made me do this!” His best friend said.

“Not only are you dragging me to a box fight, though you know fairly well how much I dislike violence! You also make me third wheel at your date!”

“It's not a date.” Jimin contradicted.

“Shut up it is a date. You may deny it and that Jungkook guy may be too dense to realize it, but I know.” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Right. I forgot you are the human version of Cupid.” Tae winked at him and Jimin shrugged him off.

They arrived at the location soon later and Jimin gulped when he saw the big old brick building. People where lingering around on the street, holding plastic cups with beer, smoking cigarettes (or smth like that? He wasnt so sure) and talking casually. Most of them men, men who resembled thos guys who attacked him a few days ago in a frightening way. Suddenly he regretted putting on make up and wearing a jacket without hood to hide his pink hair. Might as well write “gay and proud" on his forehead.

Tae was right next to him and although he didn't like violence at all he looked more intimidating, being tall and build with a red bandana in his hair.

Jimin is really questioning his sanity right now. What made him think wearing a pink bomber jacket with transparent stripes on the arms was a good idea?

They passed a few groups on their way inside and so far no one really paid them any mind but as soon as they entered the hall heads started to turn in their (his) direction. Jimin wondered whether he should text Jungkook that he was there now but he didn't want to distract or bother him before his fight so he decided against it.

He overheard a few people talk when they passed them by.

“Do you think he will win again?”

“Nah he is too young. The other one has way more experience.”

“I don't know man he is a pretty good fighter. He won almost every fight until now.”

“He is trained by Agust D right?”

“Yeah, he's his best student.”

Jimin didn't exactly know why, but the things those guys said made him feel proud. Hm, weird.

The inside of the building kinda resembled a really small theatre. The ring was in the middle like a stage and chairs were circling it in long rows, only interrupted by a few aisles.

“Do you want to drink something?” Tae asked but Jimin shook his head.

“I'm good. I'll go get us seats.” He said. Tae nodded and left to the bar, leaving Jimin alone in the mass. The dancer turned and searched for two free seats, preferably somewhere in the front. He is small and he wants to see after all. People gave him looks when he passes them and he saw at least two or three who looked disgusted. It made Jimin shrink in himself, trying to disappear in his jacket. He lowered his eyes, not looking anyone in the eye and possibly offend them.

He found two seats in the second row and quickly made his way over there. He took his phone out in case Tae texts him about the seats when he noticed someone sitting down next to him, on the seat that was for Tae.

Jimin looked up and saw a man, bald with a white beard covering his double chin. He looked (and smelled) sweaty, wearing a black ACDC shirt and a cold chain around his neck. He looked like he jumped right out of a movie as cliché as it was. The man stared at him and Jimin gulped. This can't mean anything positive.

“U-Uhm...” He started, wanting to tell the man that the seat was taken but he was cut off.

“You know princess, this is not a cosmetic studio.” He snarled, his breath reeking of beer and cigarettes. Jimin wanted to snap back, put him in his place, telling him to fuck off and that 'no shit Sherlock, actually I expected someone to come and give me a manicure' But since the incident in that alley and being the small boy that he is, it would be so easy for the other to manhandle him.

Jimin didn't know why but Jungkook popped up in his mind and somehow it gave Jimin a hint of braveness. He didn't want to be the clichéd small baby boy who can't do anything for himself, who clings onto his sugar daddy, pouts his plumb lips and cries when he doesn't get what he wants. He is strong and independent and he can take care of himself for fucks sake. (It may also help a little that there are so many people around, this dude will probably not do anything in front of so many will he?)

Jimin didn't want to provoke him unnecessarily so he simply stated that “Sorry, this seat is taken.” And he was proud when his voice didn't shake.

“What are you doing here, huh? Do you even know what this here is?” Jimin sighed internally and rolled his eyes.

“A drama staging?” It slip out too quickly for Jimin to hold back and he saw the nostrils of the man flare and how his lips were pressed in a thin line. Oh this is not good.

“Go home princess. Play with your dolls and let the real men do their things.” He growled and Jimin wanted to tell him that the dick between his legs showed that he was indeed a 'real' man but he figured that would cross a boarder he didn't want to see the other side off.

“Why is it bothering you if I just quietly sit here and watch the fight? I'm not contagious you know.” Jimin said, trying to keep all the anger and annoyance out of his voice. The man didn't know what to answer to that, his mouth opened and closed again like a fish on the dry.

Tae chose to come back in that very moment, standing tall over the man and radiating a dangerous atmosphere, which is funny if you know what a clingy teddy bear Tae usually is. But now he was obviously pissed and it probably helped that his voice is naturally deep and rich for it made it sound more intimidating when he said

“I think you are sitting on my seat.” The man looked up at him, then at Jimin and back up at Tae until he grumbled something in his beard, took a sip from his beer and finally left.

“Are you okay?” Tae asked when he took the seat the man left just now. Jimin nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess it's my own fault for, you know, dressing like this.” He said with a smile.

“What are you talking about? You have every right to dress in whatever way you please. Their stinky asses are just jealous of your confidence.”

“Pfft, what confidence?” Jimin scoffed. Tae wrapped and arm around his shoulders but didn't say anything because he knew that way Jimin would think about it way more. And before they could talk about it any further spotlight switched on and drowned the ring in yellow. A small man appeared with a microphone in hand. He greeted everyone and asked them to go to their seats. It became quiet real quick and the man in the ring started to announce the fighters, talking about their weight and previous fights and he was basically screaming everything. Probably to hype up the crowed but Jimin thought it was a rather primitive way to do. Yet, it seemed to work and Jimin couldn't say he was surprised.

After a few minutes the first fighter entered the ring. The crowed cheered and whistled and the man raised his fists as if he was bathing in the praise. The fighter was probably about 180 cm tall and build, wearing nothing but the lose shorts and gloves on his hands. He was laughing confidently and Jimin hoped that Jungkook would wash the dirty smug of his face. Something about the attitude and the atmosphere of this guy made Jimin uncomfortable. There was another man walking behind him, carrying a towel and a bottle of water, probably something like his assistant? Jimin had no idea.

The man with the microphone started talking again, now about Jungkook and Jimin couldn't help but pay a little more attention. He hyped him up just as much, talking about how great he his for his young age and how many fights he has already won. Jimin was nervous.

And then Jungkook entered. Instead of enjoying the crowds cheers he simply walked towards the ring, his body hidden by a black silk robe and his face covered by a hood. Jungkook had someone carrying a towel and bottle as well, a small rather slim man with silvery hair. Other than the first boxer, however, Jungkooks assistant(?) Was walking beside him, an arm behind his back a bit like a bodyguard and he was whispering things to Jungkook. Jimin wondered what it might be but it was way too loud and he was too far away to eavesdrop.

Jungkook entered the ring as well and finally got rid of the robe, handing it to the man with silver hair. Jimins mouth fell open. Sure he knew Jungkook had a nice body from when they slept on the same bed or their little “moment" in his entryway but seeing it like this in its full glory was... different.

His muscled were toned, obvious poking out under his tanned skin. The light of the spotlights made him glow and Jimin honestly just wanted to lick his abs Jesus Christ.

Jimin noticed how Jungkooks eyes started to wander over the auditorium, searching for something. Or rather someone. His heartedbeat picked up and suddenly his palms became strangely sweaty. Jimin gulped and took a shaky breath. Damn shit why was he so nervous all of a sudden?

He watched as Jungkooks eyes scanned the crowed and came nearer and nearer towards him and then his eyes landed on him and their gazes locked and Jimin could swear that for a few heartbeats long the whole room was empty except for them both and it was deafeningly silent. Jimin held his breath when a small smile spread on Jungkooks lips. He could hear his own heart beat loudly in his hears and he lifted his hand for a small subtle wave which caused Jungkooks smile to become bigger. Jimin smiled back and then the silvery haired man petted Jungkooks back, asking for his attention. The boxer ripped his eyes away and turned to his assistant who continued to tell him whatever.

Jimin finally released the breath he was holding and noticed that Tae was staring at him.

“I feel dirty.” His best friend said.

“Huh?”

“It was like watching a live porno. Seriously you still have drool on your chin.” Tae teased, acting as if he was wiping it away with his sleeve. “Disgusting.” He muttered and Jimin pushed him away, smacking his hand from his face.

“Shut up!” He snapped, face burning.

Moments later the fight began and Jimin could see an immediate switch in Jungkooks attitude. He was concentrated, focused on nothing but his opponent. He observed the others movements, studying him and waiting for him to make the first move.

Jimin had no idea about boxing but even he could see the difference between those two fighters. Jungkooks opponent still looked rather cocky, grinning and looking at Jungkook like he was a small boy. However, that grin faltered after Jungkook dodged the first hit.

As a dancer Jimin knows what a focused body looks like, he can see the tension, the control over every muscle. It’s a bit as if Jungkook would dance, dance around his opponent, provoking him and irritating him. And it's working. The other fighter became more and more reckless with how much angrier he became. It was somehow funny to watch.

After a few minutes Jungkook finally started to hit back. His movements were so quick and smooth, it reminded Jimin so much of ballet it was fascinating. He never really associated with this sport before getting to know Jungkook so he had no idea what to expect. He always thought boxing are just to men beating each other down but what Jungkook was doing in that ring right now was a profession. Jimin could see the training, the sweat and ache he invested to get this kind of control. It made Jimin feel so much closer to Jungkook because he basically felt the passion Jungkook had towards his sport. It’s the same passion he has for his own and ain’t gonna lie, that’s a huge turn on.

The fight continued with both fighters landing a few good hits and every time Jungkooks face or stomach connected with the opponents glove, Jimin jumped slightly and clenched his hand harder around the armrest of his chair. Yes, he was in awe over Jungkooks fighting, but that doesn't mean he didn't worry about him.

Jimin couldn't say how long the fight actually lasted, for him the time flew and crept at the same time but when Jungkook landed a good hit against his opponents temple the man finally went down. The crowed cheered and watched excitedly if the boxer will get ip again but ten seconds passed and he was still on the ground. A loud ring sounded through the hall and Jungkook raised his hands over his head triumphantly, grinning and rotating to look at the crowed. His eyes, again, landed on Jimin and they beamed at each other before the man with the microphone appeared again, ending the fight and announcing Jungkook as the winner. The silver haired guy hopped in the ring, a huge gummy smile on his face as he pulled Jungkook in a hug and handed him towel and water bottle. It was cute to watch them interact because Jungkook looked at the man with so much fondness and admiration, relishing in the praise like a child who proudly showed off a good grade to his parents.

They left the ring together and the crowed cheered again. People were petting Jungkooks back in congrats as he walked back to the changing rooms.

Earlier that day Jungkook had told Jimin were it would be best for him to wait until Jungkook would be ready after the fight so now Jimin jumped up and pulled Tae along. Out of the building and around it just as Jungkook had described, to get to the backdoor where Jungkook would leave through. He was nervously jumping up and down, while Tae was leaning on the brick wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, growling things about “euphemizing violence" when the door opened.

Jimin basically jumped into Jungkooks arms. The younger let out a surprised noise but was quick to smile and wrap his arms around Jimin.

“Wow what did I do to deserve this enthusiastic greeting?” He chuckled. Jimin pulled back slightly and looked up at him.

“Duh, win the fight obviously.” He answered. Tae scoffed next to them, causing Jungkook to look into his direction.

“Oh right, Jungkookie this us Tae, Tae this is Jungkookie.” Jimin introduced them.

“Oh hi, you must be the platonic soulmate.” Jungkook said and extended his hand but Tae only narrowed his eyes at him until Jimin stabbed him in the side with his elbow in a silent 'be nice!' Tae rolled his eyes and finally took Jungkooks hand.

“Yeah, hi.” Jimin sighed at that.

“Give us a second.” He said and pushed Tae around the next corner.

“Tae why are you being mean?” He wanted to know.

“I'm not being mean, I'm being suspicious. He is a boxer Jiminie, violence and fighting is a daily thing for him. I just don't want you to get hurt.”

“Jungkookie would never hurt me, ever! He saved me, I can't believe we are even talking about that!”

“That he saved you doesn't mean he can't ever lose control. What if you have a fight some day and his 'hand slips', huh? You don't know this guy but you are already acting as if you two know each other for years.”

“I know him better than you do!” Jimin almost yelled. His best friend opened his mouth again but Jimin hold up his hand to shush him.

“Tae, I love you but you are being unfair, right now. You always talk about not judging books after their cover but now you are doing exactly that just because you dislike violence and he is a boxer. I think it's best of you go home for today and once you got over your prejudices you will see how sweet he is.”

“Jiminie-" Tae said, taking a step forwards but Jimin shook his head.

“No, just go home.” Tae sighed but eventually listened. Once he was out of sight Jimin turned and went back to Jungkook who was awkwardly standing where he had left him.

“Sorry, about that.” Jimin said sheepishly.

“It's alright, he us only worried about you. That's a good thing.” Jungkook said but Jimin rolled his eyes.

“He is acting like a mom and there is nothing to worry about anyway.” Jimin said. They made their way away from the building. It was silent for a while until Jungkook opened his mouth again.

“Jimin, I'd never let my hand slip.” He said seriously and Jimin smiled up to him, taking his hand.

“I know.”

They went in a small restaurant and ordered so may dishes, Jimin had no idea how they should possibly finish all that. They talked about everything and nothing for a while, making silly jokes and giggling into their hands to not disturb the other customers. One time Jungkook made a joke while Jimin took a sip from his drink and it caused him to choke. He had coughed and blushed furiously but Jungkook had stared at him with so much affection and tenderness it made Jimins heart bloom.

“You were really cool tonight, by the way.” Jimin said at one point and the beam Jungkook gifted him with was worth all the uneasiness and trouble he felt earlier when he had first entered the old gym hall.

“Thank you!”

“You like boxing very much, don’t you?” Jimin said and Jungkook tilted his head to one side.

“Yeah, I guess, why?”

“No, it’s just… I could see it. The passion you have, you know? I think it’s why you were so superior to your opponent. He was fighting to impress others, you are fighting for yourself.” Jimin mumbled but blushed when he noticed Jungkooks intense gaze. “Ah, sorry, I don’t know if that made any sense… I just-“

“No, it’s fine, you are right. I’m just surprised you could see this, even though you aren’t familiar with boxing.” Jimin shrugged.

“I think on some level boxing is pretty similar to dancing. You need the same control over your body, the tension, the knowledge how to move…” Jimin explained and for a few moments they stared at each other in silence.

“Wow, usually people think boxing is just about how is the strongest and has the harder hits. The only one I can talk to about boxing like this is my coach. You don’t know what a turn on it is that you sit here and casually talk about boxing like you did it all your life.” Jungkook murmured and Jimin blushed, biting his lip. Usually he would avert his eyes and stare at the ground in embarrassment but now there is something between them that makes Jimin feel save. So instead of feeling shy, he feels excited. He used that to be a little bold, leaning over to Jungkook and whispering

“You don’t know what a turn on it was seeing you in that ring, all naked and sweaty.” Jungkooks eyes widened and Jimin could see how his pupils dilated.

“You know, it would only be fair if I could see you dancing too now.” Jungkook said.

“My studio actually has a showcase in two weeks, if you really want to I can get you a ticket.” Jimin said, blush still prominent on his cheeks. It’s not that he is embarrassed about his dancing, he knows he is good at what he is doing, but knowing that Jungkook will be there watching him was… exciting.

After they finished their food they took a walk through the city. Jimin always liked taking walks through the night but he didn’t do it since he moved to the city because he never felt save enough, but now with Jungkook by his side it was like mothing could ever hurt him again.

The taller had an arm securely around Jimins shoulders, keeping him close and Jimin had snuggled into his side, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of Jungkooks body.

“Jimin?” Jungkook said at one point and Jimin hummed, signalling him to keep talking.

“Is this… like uh… was… was this a date?” Jimin couldn’t help but smile at how adorably nervous Jungkook sounded. He looked up at him and stood on his tip toes to press a kiss on the boxers cheek.

“I hope so.”

Jimin didn’t know for how long they paced through the dimly lit streets but after a while they ended up in front of his apartment building. He didn’t want Jungkook to go but he also didn’t want to rush things.

“I had fun tonight. Thank you for letting me see this.” Jimin said. Jungkook shook his head with a smile.

“Thank you for coming.” They smiled at each other and before Jimin could react Jungkook had leaned in and pecked his lips once, twice. After the third time Jimin grabbed his collar and pulled him in to kiss him properly. He felt Jungkook smile against his lips and bit it playfully, tugging on it and running his tongue over it afterwards. Jimin pulled back with a grin when Jungkook groaned.

“You are evil.” The younger said and Jimin shrugged amused.

Jungkook left after another few kisses and soft ‘goodnight’s.

#bts #fanfiction #focus au #focus 2 #park jimin #jeon jungkook #dancer jimin #boxer jungkook

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Going Under

Member: BaekHyun // EXO

Genre: Stripper!AU, Angst, Smut(?), Fluff(?)

Words: 2.4k

It was a long night. Such a long night, indeed, that you did not even realize how you ended up here, in this darkened room with red lights at the sides, with the podium lit and a male dancer slowly discarding his clothes.

If you thought back to it, you could remember everything from the past couple of hours avidly- your friend calling you, crying into her phone and begging for you to make her feel better, to get her out of her misery. It was her first love who broke her heart.

Now normally, your procedure would be simple, some wine or ice-cream and some horror movies so that she could wipe away all of her violent tendencies towards her ex. However. There was always a however in stories as such. The however was the fact that after your friend called you, she also called another one, and then the other one, as well. Soon, there were five in all who knew about the break-up and wine and ice-cream with movies was no longer an option. A red-light district was the option now.

So, there you were, sat in a leather couch with a glass of red wine that looked black in the dimmed lights. It was uncomfortable and suffocating to be sat there, just in front of the stage where half naked men were dancing for money. The smell in the air was too sweet, too sweaty, too sexy.

There was a sudden change in the tunes and the males abandoned their poles while quietly collecting their clothes upon their exit from the stage. And then he entered. Handsome, young, well-toned man. With black leather on his legs and a white, nearly transparent shirt loosely tucked into his pants- this man was stunning. No wonder he was a special, solo show so deep into the night.

He was agile and intense, yet you felt uncomfortable while looking at him. From all the glances you caught from him, all the intensity was now swirling in your system, and that intensity mixed with wine was close to arousal as he took off his shirt to reveal his toned torso. The man must have been a devil. You felt as if you went under as he stepped down from the stage and towards the front rows. Towards your seat. Your head was swimming. You could hardly breathe.

“Hello.” He muttered into your ear, his voice lowered in order to make it more seductive, his eyes intense as he drew back. Your ears were burning.

“Hi.” Thank God your voice kept intact with reason, not shaking and without any intent that you felt in your core.

His smile was a practiced one, a fake one, the uncomfortable feeling was back. Arousal was gone. You felt bad. He felt worse, you knew he did. But then his lips brushed your neck and you felt your head dizzy, eyes wide, neck turned to the side to open up more space for him to act upon. “Have a good evening, Love.” And then he was gone, onto another helpless, lonely woman, away from you and your friends.

“You, my dear, are open for a chance to get laid with a hot man.” Chuckled one of your friends, and soon all of them joined in, even the heartbroken mess with sobs from before, eyes puffy, was smiling and adding a jab at the encounter that just passed. “Go for him.” A wink and then they were back at beckoning on men, trying to loosen up and have some fun.

It was hot in the strip club. Too hot. You had to get out of there. And so, you did. You got up, and walked towards the bar, with your neck still burning with embarrassment and shame, eyes lowered to avoid all the exposed skin. It was not your kind of place to be in. You preferred horror movies over strip clubs anytime.

You were about to order some alcohol from the ever-smiling bartender, smile as fake as all the rest in the room, but a familiar voice spoke before you could. “You okay there, Love?”

Your voice was gone, dried up, but yet you forced yourself to speak. “Dizzy.”

The star of the show kept quiet, and you were about to order and walk away from him, suddenly in a hurry, but yet again he spoke before you. “Get her some water and ask someone to bring it to my room.” And that was it. He was walking away, and unknowingly you were walking behind him, with your wrist in his, too sick to argue.

It was much cooler in his dressing room, and as you plopped down into a single chair in the crowded room, you loosened a sigh. The dizziness passed, yet you still felt as if in water, your movements hard to accomplish without a physical sickness.

“You better?” his voice seemed to change, lighter now, more youthful and higher- no longer seductive but natural. Conversation like.

“Sorry to be a bother.” You bowed your head, and felt yourself falling, then hands on your shoulders steadying you.

“Careful there, Champ.” He was amused. This was good enough, you guessed, apart from the fact that now you had embarrassed yourself with your drunk head. “You seriously can’t take alcohol, huh? Why come here, then? You broke up, or something?” he was surprisingly talkative, that man with a toned chest.

You lifted your head to stare into his face- dark red hair, eyes intense with makeup, a casual, curious smile. He had a youthful appeal. You suddenly wondered whether you were older than him, since he looked so young. “It was my friend who broke up today. I didn’t wanna come here, but was forced to. Basically. Since she told other friends and they decided to come to a strip club to cheer up. Who comes to strip clubs to cheer up, anyway?”

He scratched his chin, eyes suddenly with a sparkle of realization. “I see, now. It makes sense.”

“Why? Do I not look like the type of person to come and look for quick sex with a wave of some money?”

The man winced, guilt came over me like a wave. His smile turned fake again. “No, it’s just… You looked tense while I, you know, tried to seduce you.”

“Sorry I said that. I didn’t mean it. I’m certain I’m drunk. Alcohol is to blame.” You were blabbering, sentences no longer made much sense. You wanted to sleep. You needed a drink. Water. Where was the bartender with that cup of water the man in this room promised you?

It was dead quiet after your mini speech. So quiet it was uncomfortable. Sleep sounded good right about now.

“Hey, so what’s your name?” sleep was not an option, though, and so you spoke.

“Stage name or—"

“Real name. I’m not talking to you the stripper right now, am I?”

His eyes flinched for a second and his breathing stopped, but then he spoke, slow and uncertain and defensive. “BaekHyun.”

“Nice to meet you, BaekHyun. So why did you decide to become a stri—”

The water was here. Thank God the water was here.

“I’ve got you some medicine, as well, since you mentioned you were dizzy.” The bartender spoke, a small smile of empathy on his face.

“You’re an angel. Thanks.” Whoever that man was, God shall bless him.

He shook his head in response, waving his hand at BaekHyun to signify his goodbye. “I became a stripper because I needed money. You pointed out that it’s quick cash yourself- I needed that cash.”

Your lip curled up, dissatisfaction in your voice. “I told you I didn’t mean it. I’m not judging you by your career choice, or anything. It just doesn’t seem like a path where one walks because they want to. Clearly you’re not enjoying what you’re doing here.”

“Sometimes I do, to be honest. You get a pretty girl with a lot of cash and it’s easy and simple, then. Other times you get old with cash, and that’s where it gets… Ugly. You get people without cash, or men, either with or without. It’s a varying business, but it pays well enough if you don’t have any mad dogs on your back to write some money off of your pay check.”

“So why are you in this business?”

“I’ve got some serious debt.” He spoke, sitting himself down onto the table which held his make-up supplies. “From gambling, too. I managed to get off the hook before it became too late, but during those younger years I got into mah-jong and lost everything I could. Money, friends and education. Family wrote my name off the family book. I have nobody left so I turned to strip clubs. That was my last resort.”

“Wah. And you find the debt is getting paid off?” it was a genuine, curious question. He didn’t seem to mind, either.

“It is, albeit slowly. I reckon by the time I’m too old for this branch of business, I’ll be able to get away with a clean consciousness and no longer in debt.” A small smile adorned his face. A real smile. He looked handsome, sitting with his legs crossed in a low, yellowish-white light.

“That’s good, then. A person doesn’t deserve to waste away in a place like this. What are you planning on doing after getting out?”

He chuckled, then, “You sound as if we’re talking of me in prison.”

“But it is, though, isn’t it? A prison of sorts?” You took a swing of water and downed the medicine after your sentence, waiting for him to respond.

He didn’t respond, though. Didn’t respond for a long time. Then a hurt chuckle, “I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am, I watched all those gangster movies, red light districts are always like that, slaving people away with their corrupt schemes.” You shook your head in disappointment, the water overwhelming you from before slowly dispersing, making you sober with slow steps.

He choked in disbelief, apparently surprised by your comment. “Whatever you say, Love.”

Then there was silence again. Your eyes started to wander. BaekHyun was still shirtless. “You know, I never expected this night to go this way. It’s an interesting plot twist. I like it. You’re nice. I like you, too, by the way.” Another unnecessary piece of information and you clamped your mouth shut. “Sorry, I seem to still be drunk.”

He waved his hands as if to stop your apology. “It’s fine, really. I’m complimented, so you shouldn’t be apologizing.” He leaned forward as he spoke, and through the action your eyes wandered down his chest, abdomen, to his crotch, the leather pants leaving little to the imagination. “Are your friends not worried for you?”

“I’m certain they forgot I was with them.” Your legs felt wobbly and your head under the water again, going under, deeper and deeper. You stood up and took a step toward him. “Hey, BaekHyun. You said you tried to seduce me before. While dancing.”

He kept quiet, his eyes serious, smile gone. What were you doing, again? You rubbed your thighs, though, and you knew what you were doing. He was there, your chance for a quick relief in such a long time. It’s not as if you’re going to meet him again, anyway. “So I did.” He said, his hands gripping the table he was sitting on.

“Good.” Your lips touched his.

There was no pleasure with whatever transpired last night, that much you could remember from looking at the sleeping face of the man you blankly remembered as BaekHyun. It was all simple pleasure, each got their own and then you were supposed to go separate ways. Yet he was in your apartment, still asleep, vulnerable with heavy dark eyebags. You suddenly didn’t want him to leave.

You lay like that for a long while, thinking and rethinking the line you planned on telling him. You wanted this. Whatever this was to become. He seemed sweet when you spoke with him, even if you don’t remember much of what you spoke. Getting to know him better couldn’t hurt, right? Hopefully, it won’t. Hopefully, he agrees to your proposition.

“Hey, Love, why don’t we go on a date, tomorrow?” he spoke, eyes still closed, voice husky with sleep.

“You were awake?” your surprise was too evident in your voice, but it was genuine.

He smiled groggily, “Was for a while.” His arms left your torso where it had rested for the better part of the night. “So, how about that date?”

“Why, all of a sudden?” the confusion continued, and your head had developed a throb from overthinking.

“Wasn’t that what you were thinking?”

A blush covered your cheeks. “So maybe it was.”

“I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. If only you’d stick with me for a couple years more before I pay off my debt.” So the debt part of our conversation was not a dreamt up thing. “You know all the bad things about me now, anyway. So why not give it a try?”

“I thought you wouldn’t want that, though.”

“I want a friend. Even if the friendship started like that.”

“So do you offer friendship to all women you sleep with, then?” it was a jab not meant to insult, but once again a genuine curiosity one.

“I don’t sleep with them, per se. Just seduce them, get the money, and go away. You were an exception, or more like an accident. I didn’t mean to sleep with you. Sorry. I should’ve stopped, since you were drunk.”

“I pushed myself onto you, it’s me who should be sorry.” That was a whisper, but he heard and shook his head.

“The both of us were at fault, then. To make up for that, how about agreeing to that date?” his eyes opened, unfocused due to being in the dark for such a long while.

“To make up for our faults, you say… I would love to.” A smile. A genuine smile. And your head under the water again, swimming in the remainder of alcohol in your system and the new influence of warmth from a newly formed relationship. The anticipation of where this relationship going to take you dragging you under.

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[obsessed-withthe-hales]

Glass of Water

50 Reasons To Have Sex #1 - Because you can’t get to sleep

Author’s Note: This is my first time ever writing Sheriff Stilinski in a romantic way! I really hope this is okay…I was so tired writing this so it’s probably loaded with mistakes lol but please let me know what you guys think! This is also the first time I’ve gotten to use his first name since it’s been revealed, so I was very excited ;) Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: Language; obvious smut

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When the Sheriff had offered to let me stay at his house “for my own safety and peace of mind” while they were investigating the break in at my apartment, I hadn’t imagined that it would be this...difficult.

It was my third night here, but sleep still wouldn’t come. It wasn’t that I was shaken up by the recent events and didn’t feel safe, or that I was in an unfamiliar bed. No, it was more that I knew he was just downstairs, and here I was, surrounded by sheets that smelled like him, and yet still alone. I had harbored a bit of a crush on the Sheriff for awhile now, so being in such close proximity to him had been a challenge to say the least.

So, I stared up at the ceiling for the third night in a row.

I tried to calm my racing mind, but it was no use. I just couldn’t get my brain to shut up, so instead, I decided a nice glass of water would do me some good. Padding downstairs, I tried to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake the sleeping man on the couch.

After locating a glass and filling it with what I hoped would be a refreshing drink, I brought it to my lips and downed almost the entire thing in one go. Closing my eyes with a sigh that was really only half-satisfied, I ran a hand through my hair, once again trying to get my mind out of the gutter.

“Couldn’t sleep?” a rough voice from behind asked. I gasped and spun around in shock, completely unaware that anyone was there.

“Jesus,” I breathed, hand over my racing my heart. “You scared me half to death.”

“Sorry,” Sheriff Stilinski chuckled, taking a few steps closer, those arms crossed over his chest drawing all my attention. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I told him, shaking myself out of the trance he always seemed to put me under. “Just- like you said, couldn’t sleep.” I offered a tiny smile. “Can’t seem to turn off my brain. Sorry If I woke you, I tried to be quiet.”

“I was up anyway,” he assured. I nodded, taking another drink of water and watching as his brows drew together while he took yet another step forward. “Is that my shirt?”

“Oh, uh-” Clearing my throat, I set my now empty glass in the sink as my cheeks turned a flaming shade of red. I looked down at myself as if studying the fabric with a great amount of interest just so I didn’t have to make eye contact with him. He was not supposed to see me wearing this, this is so embarrassing. And I don’t even have pants on, for God’s sake! “I kind of ran out of pajamas so I just grabbed this. I hope…that’s okay?”

A small gasp left my lips when I looked up only to find the Sheriff right in front of me, a look I’d never seen before in his eyes. He was so close that I was sure he could hear my heart hammering against my rib cage.

“That’s fine,” he said, voice lower than usual. “It looks good on you.” I blinked up at him, mouth parted slightly in what was definitely a super attractive way. The Sheriff took a deep breath, one of his hands carefully reaching up to brush some of the stray hairs surrounding my face behind my ear.

Holy shit, is this actually happening? No, it can’t be. It has to be a dream…

“Y/N, I’ve gotta be honest. Offering to let you stay here was completely unprofessional of me. And it has been hell every night.” My heart started to sink at his words, tears pricking just behind my eyes. “Because I have not gotten a single minute of sleep knowing that you are up there in my bed.”

Oh.

I exhaled a stuttering breath as he leaned down, his nose brushing against mine, lips just centimeters away. I could tell he was holding himself back, the tension radiating off of him in waves.

“Tell me to stop now, because if you don’t…” he whispered, but I quickly cut him off with a sharp shake of my head.

“No,” I told him, not wanting him to do anything but keep going. With that, I brought my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. I moaned into his mouth when I felt his work-worn hands slide onto my hips, practically burning the skin around my panty line.

Our mouths moves in sync, lips working together in perfect harmony. When his tongue begged for an entrance, I quickly obliged, desperate to taste him. Before I knew it, I was sitting on the counter, the cool top sending shivers down my spine as the Sheriff moved to stand between my legs. One of his hands had traveled up the back of my- well, his- shirt that was now bunched at the waist and was splayed over the middle of my back, the other hooking behind my knee to bring it around his waist and press closer to me.

“God,” he breathed, finally breaking the kiss for oxygen, but not wasting any time in moving to my neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” My only response was a soft whimper, my brain no longer able to form coherent thought now that it was getting what it had wanted for so many nights.

“Please,” I barely managed, not even sure what I was asking for. The Sheriff must have known, though, because then he was palming at one of my breasts, making me cry out softly and bury my face in his neck. His other hand slowly slid up my bare thigh, making goosebumps rise on the skin, inching closer to where I wanted him the most until his knuckles were brushing over my clothed core.

Without hesitation, I reached down to pull his sweatpants out of the way, revealing his hard, leaking length. Taking it in my palm, I stroked him slowly, trying to shimmy out of my own underwear at the same time. Once I was bare to him, he pulled me close for another deep, soul-scorching kiss.

“Are you sure?” he asked, breath mixing with my own between us. I bit my lip and nodded earnestly, more than sure. With my confirmation, he pushed into me slowly, not stopping until he was buried balls deep.

“Noah,” I gasped, adjusting to the new feeling of fullness, the delicious stretch of him inside of me. He groaned at the name, an address I had never used before now. Something sparked between us and then he was thrusting deep and slow, making my toes curl and head toss back against the cabinets with a thud.

It didn’t take much time for either of us to get there, already so wound up from the tension that had built between us for who knows how long. My legs were wrapped around him tightly, holding his body to mine like a lifeline as his fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs, sure to leave bruises the next day. Then, just like that, I was coming undone around him, body trembling, moans falling from my lips, fingers clawing at his shoulders. The Sheriff wasn’t far behind, moving his hips a few more times before mumbling my name into my neck and shuddering as he came.

We both took time to catch our breath, let the fuzziness clear from our heads as we traveled back down to ourselves, that pleasant satisfaction settling deep into the bones. He brushed some sweaty hair away from my face before cupping my cheek and placing a tender kiss to my lips, one that I was happy to reciprocate.

“Well,” he started. “Maybe we’ll finally be able to sleep now.” I smiled widely at that, wrapping my arms around his neck with a chuckle once again.

"Take me to bed, Sheriff," I whispered.

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