#and i drug my feet with it bc i don’t wanna fucking do that it’s dark out and i don’t wanna go outside after i just showered

[prettyboysmlm]

hahaha

#so for some reason our recycle truck comes at like 5pm now #so when i got home from school today i didn’t bring the recycle bin in bc they hadn’t taken it #and my mom said to me at ten pm. when it’s pitch black out. after i’d already showered. to go out and get it. #and i drug my feet with it bc i don’t wanna fucking do that it’s dark out and i don’t wanna go outside after i just showered #so i finally go down there to do it #and she already did it and said that im grounded tomorrow #jesus fucking christ i can’t win #she always does shit like this to make me feel like shit and to take away my shit #bc she can’t stand that i have access to stuff that can make me hate her #now im sitting here fucking crying and wishing i was dead #all bc the recycle truck comes late now. #god im gonna fucking kill myself #happy first fucking day of senior year to me!!!!!!!!!!! #gonna go do beans #which i haven’t done in months #thanks mom can’t wait til i’m gone and never have to see you again #k.txt #vent tw #sh tw

[atinylittlepain]

Non-Disclosure Agreement

dieter bravo x publicist!reader

something unprofessional keeps them professional.

warnings | 18+ smut and nothing but(t), pegging, a little angst bc i like being sad lmao

a/n | another installment for the Peg that Middle Aged Man Campaign! In case you missed it, @beskarandblasters @wannab-urs @iamasaddie and @jksprincess10 have alllll posted delicious Pascalian pegging fics that you should go check out :) and there's still more to come, my darlings!

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They need this. Pressure released. Life forgotten. Whoever they are outside of this, dissolved at the door. They need this, and both of them are more than willing to provide it for the other.

It keeps him in line, just a touch more compliant, docile. And it keeps her from firing him, if not killing him, when he manages to whip up a new PR disaster for her to swoop in and fix. 

“You just gonna stare at it, or are you gonna get it ready for me?” His eyes are wide, dark brown blown out in lust as he looks up at her from where he’s sitting on the edge of her bed, hair in wild waves in only the way his could be. She had tried many times to get Dieter Bravo into an actual salon chair, but he’s always been too stubborn, too contrarian, and too goddamn paranoid to let anyone but her near “the goods.” But she doesn’t mind it right now, raking her fingers back through it, giving a sharp tug that makes him hiss.

“You know I don’t like to be kept waiting, baby. Are you gonna be good? Or am I gonna have to send you home right now with your dick still hard?” Neck arched from the grip she has in his hair, lips parted, and brow furrowed, it’s how she likes him best.

“Someone’s extra mean tonight. What? Is your husband fucking an intern again?” His eyes glint, lips just crooked in a smile, but she’s quick to wipe it away when she guides her strap into his mouth.

“That’s nice, isn’t it, brat? Give your mouth something better to do than run itself. That’s it, get it nice and wet for me, baby.” He lets out a low moan around her silicone dick, bobbing his head in an obscene rhythm, heat licking up her spine at the sight. 

They have it down to a science by now. He knows what it means when she calls him late at night, that it never has anything to do with a new script she has for him, and everything to do with expecting him at her front door in fifteen minutes, ready to be her human chew toy. And it’s always a rushed drag to tug clothes off and stumble into her bedroom. He’s learned not to ask her to come to his, she’d never go near his coked-out drug cave of a mansion.

“Look so good like this, Dieter. Always look so good when I get you to shut the fuck up for me.” Her biting words coax another groan out of him, the muffled sound getting cut off when she leans down to wrap her hand around his cock, squeezing him at the base before flicking her wrist up, thumb swiping over his leaking slit. 

“How do you want it, baby? Should I take you from behind tonight?” He pops off her strap with a lewd smack, eyes dazed and droopy as he jerkily shakes his head.

“Wanna watch you do it tonight. Wanna see your tits bounce, please.” 

“Well you know how much I like it when you say please. Lay back for me, pretty boy.” With that, he scrambles back onto the bed, legs splayed out, cock flushed and hard, resting on the sweet swell of his belly. And though she calls him it to tease, she has to admit, he really is a very pretty man. She kneels between his legs on the bed, landing a smack to the top of his thigh, eliciting a shaky huff from him.  

“Don’t be difficult, baby. You know this isn’t how I want you. Knees bent, feet flat, want you spread for me, there you go.” She can practically see his cock twitch at her words as he shifts into the position she demands, eyes glued to her as she rubs lube up and down her strap. 

“What do you say if you don’t like something and want me to stop?”

“EGOT.” 

“Good boy, gonna get you ready for me now.”

“Is that–”

“Yeah, paraben free, picked it up at Erewhon just like you requested, you spoiled brat. You gonna say thank you like a good boy?” She holds the bottle of ridiculously expensive, all natural lube aloft in her hand, flashing a smile his way as she waves it side to side. It’s his new thing, he read somewhere that parabens cause cancer and interfere with theta brainwaves, whatever the fuck that means, though it had caused problems for her last week when he refused to let her come anywhere near him with the lube she’s been quite literally using on him for months.

“Really, you should be thanking me, ok? Parabens affect us all.” That earns him another, sharper, smack to his thigh, forcing a grunt from his chest as she does.

“Fine, fine, thank you, boss. Now will you please do that thing with your fingers?” Warming a dollop of lube up between her hands, she curls over him, letting her lips barely drag along the underside of his cock, tongue flickering out over his tip before she takes him into the heat of her mouth, only a few quick passes to get him moaning before she glides a slicked-up palm down his throbbing length. 

“You think you deserve my fingers, Dieter? Really? After you showed up coked-out to that audition last week and I had to clean up your mess again?” She just barely lets her nails graze the leaking head of his cock, making him whimper under her ministrations.

“I– fuck, I’m sorry, ok? Won’t do it again, I swear, just– please, boss, need it bad.” She hums low in her throat, tilting her head at him as she gives his cock another squeeze, his moan cracking in his chest.

“Hmm, I’ll give you what you want. But there’s gonna be some conditions, ok?” She has to stifle a laugh at how rapidly he nods his head.

“If I’m gonna give you what you want, take care of you like you want, you’re gonna have to promise me that from now on, every audition I get you, you’re gonna show up sober, twenty minutes early, lines practiced, and not wearing yesterday’s clothes, you got that?” She emphasizes each point with a pass of her palm over his balls, a light squeeze that sends his eyes rolling back in his head as he frantically nods along to her words.

“Repeat it back to me, Dieter. What’re you gonna do from now on?” She keeps working his cock in her hand, his reply coming out stilted and whiny.

“Sober, e-early, fuck– lines, clean f-fucking clothes, I got it, I promise, please.” She shushes his cry with a pinch to the swell of his belly, finally giving him what he wants and slipping her fingers down to that tight ring of muscle, a slow press that sends him preening at her touch.

“Aw, there it is, feels good, baby? You like my fingers fucking you? You want another one?” He lets out a breathy uh-huh that she’s happy to comply with, slipping another finger in with her first one and finding a slow pump, her other hand lazily stroking his cock, setting his thighs into a weak tremor.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna come like this– wanna get fucked, want you to fuck me.” “I am fucking you, superstar. Gotta use your words if there’s something else you want.” He lets out a petulant groan at her crackling words, throwing his head back in the pillows as she continues to work him over. 

“Want your cock, now, please.” Well, at least he tried to use his manners. He lets out a hiss when she pulls her hands away from him to smear lube over her strap, her eyes set, steeled, on his as she leans over him, one hand planted in the sheets next to his face and the other pressing her fake dick forward, slow and smooth like she knows he wants it.

“So good for me, Dieter. Just relax, baby, I always take good care of you, don’t I?” His eyes roll back when she presses all the way in, her hips stilling between the frame of his shaking thighs. But she doesn’t wait long before arcing her hips back, finding a heady rhythm to fuck him to. It’s perfect power, feeling the way his eyes drag over her body, the sway of her breasts with each thrust, the swirl of her hips when she grinds against that spot that makes him groan, his hands fisted in his hair, having long learned not to touch while she’s working. 

“You do– shit, always take good care of me– so fucking good, boss– feels fucking amazing.” 

He always comes so fast like this, and she can tell he’s already getting there now, his chest flushed pink, moans turning long and ragged. And when she drags her hand down the length of his cock, dipping down to cup his balls, it’s enough to send him right over the edge, his come smearing over his heaving belly. 

“That’s it, superstar. You’re too easy, I swear. Just gotta keep you good and fucked out and you’ll do whatever I want, huh, is that it?” Her teeth nip at the arc of his neck, the hilt of his jaw, lips barely hovering over his as he comes down from his high, though she’s quick to jerk her face away when he tries to lean up for a kiss, giggling at the frustrated crease that settles between his brows. 

“I have something else for you to kiss, baby.” With that, she pulls out of him, shushing his whimpers as she shimmies out of her harness. 

“Aw, do you need to take a break, superstar? Can’t handle it tonight?” It’s the exact thing she needs to say to snap him out of his orgasmic stupor, his head whipping up from the pillows, eyes wide and hands grabbing for her hips. 

“Not a fucking chance, boss. I– you– just fucking– c’mere.” Not without a laugh at his impatient grumbling, she crawls up his body until her thighs are framing his face, scruff tickling the softness of her skin. As with most things, he doesn’t mind his manners, hooking his arms around her thighs and pulling her down hard onto his mouth, the flat of his tongue swiping through her cunt before she can even brace herself. It’s desperate, and almost too sloppy, the way he fucks his tongue into her before dragging her pooling slick up to her clit, his groans sending a shiver through her spine. His fingers press hard into the swell of her ass, holding her steady enough that her hands are free to hold her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, her head falling back at the added sensation. His tongue is everywhere, finally settling into a heady rhythm of fucking into her as she grinds down on the perfect crook of his nose. She’s not the kind of woman to hold back either, dragging her hips over the heat of his mouth, gasping into the stillness of the room, the sound mingling with his muffled grunts and the slick slide of his smacking lips. 

A yelp looses from her chest when he brings his hand down hard to the curve of her ass and he giggles, a gruff hum into her cunt, the fucking tool. But she’s too close to that tight pull of pleasure snapping to reprimand him now, instead settling her hand in his hair and tugging harshly as she comes with a long whine, her hips spasming in his hold as he laps at her pulsing cunt. Eventually, she has to shove him back by his forehead to get him to stop mouthing at her dripping cunt, tenderly swinging one thigh over him to plop down on the mattress in a heaving slump. 

“Same time next week?” Still catching her breath, she waves her hand dismissively at his smug question.

“Just shut up and come shower with me.” 

Her husband had insisted on a shower the size of her first studio apartment, all clear glass and black marble, what her friends lovingly call the “douchebag shower.” But she doesn’t mind it now, sharing it with Dieter, who always hogs her fancy shampoo, smelling like her for days after. 

“You’ve got an audition on Wednesday, two o’clock, I’ll send you the script in the morning.” He hums at that, dipping his head back under the water.

“What’s the vibe?” 

“Limited series for HBO. Some kind of mystery-thriller-beach-read screenplay. Main character role alongside Nicole Kidman.” He tilts his head back down at that, eyebrows quirking at her. She just smiles.

“You can tell me I’m good once you’ve got the part. And remember our little deal, Bravo. I’m not gonna let you fuck all my hard work up with a few lines of cocaine.” His grin goes a little crooked as he nods, holding out her shampoo for her.

“You wanna do it for me, baby?” He does, slipping behind her and running his sudsed-up fingers through her hair, just a touch rough, how he knows she likes it. 

She gives him a pair of her husband’s boxers, knowing that he won’t even notice they’re gone, and they slip back into bed, limbs warm and sated after a fuck and a shower. It’s the strangest part of this whole arrangement, the way they always end up, tangled around each other in her bed. She only had to ask for him to do it once, and now he does it without her having to say a thing, tucking his arms under her waist and settling into her with his cheek pressed into her sternum, the weight of him pressing her down into the mattress, her mind running slow and easy from his warmth. They need this, and they give it to each other without having to say a thing.

“I want you out of here–”

“Before eight o’clock. Yeah, boss, I got it.” 

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@swiftispunk come get your juice lol

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo smut #dieter bravo angst #dieter bravo fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal #dieter bravo fic

[pinkwright]

ur a star, girl | shuri udaku.

masterlist

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inspo — starboy by the weeknd

warnings — fingering, cunnilingus, possessive!shuri, confident reader, sub!reader, soft dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, dirty talk, humiliation kink, mean!shuri, tribbing, switch!reader, switch!shuri, alcohol, HARD DRUGS (weed, ecstasy, acid etc.), voyeurism, spitting, grinding, vulgar language, lots of petnames, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, dollification, dismissive kink, love kink, attention kink, choking, ass grabbing, power imbalance, shameless!shuri, kissing, biting, marking, dumbification, service!top reader, cheating (not between shuri n reader, never that), player!shuri, maneater!reader, they both get clingy n touchy, semi-toxicity, mirror sex, shower sex, dacryphilia, verbal kink, size kink, slight objectification n slut-'shaming' (but not rlly shaming bc its said fondly like), riding, praise kink, power kink, breeding kink, um i'll add as i go.

a/n — i'm rlly excited for this to be honest so i hope yall will enjoy it too ! i'll try to be consistent w updates but i am studying architecture so rip, it might not happen but anyway, without further ado ! <3

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @verachii @rxcently @shuriszn @lppriceisright @heartsforjojo @motheroffae @naomis-daydream @vampzxi

look what you've done, i'm a motherfuckin' starboy.

ஜ

✶ STARBOY — "wanna touch you so bad, s'thandwa, will you let me?"

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader chances going out n is mesmerised by the sheer life the princess of wakanda is radiating, and the reader feels a heated fire within her.

...coming soon ✶ PARTY MONSTER — "bast, baby, you don’t understand how long i’ve wanted to fuck you just like this."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which birthday girl reader likes to live her nights to the fullest n shuri just likes to lovingly watch her best friend live, until watching just isn't enough anymore.

...07.03.23 ✶ FALSE ALARM — "u ignore the warnings people give you to stay away from me bc you're desperate for me to make this aching cunt mine, right baby?"

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which no one understands how hardcore party girl reader n nerdy, shy shuri are so close but shuri's just desperate to be closer to the girl that makes her feel ways she shouldn't.

...coming soon

✶ REMINDER — "look at me when you come, baby, so you never forget what my love feels like."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri has a bad habit of not letting her ex move on but also struggling to fully commit to something other than her duties.

...coming soon ✶ ROCKIN' — "just needed someone to break you in, hm? carve their name into this pretty pussy?"

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri sets her eyes on the ‘never settles down’, pretty, 'life of the party' girl and is overwhelmingly eager to break her walls down and see what makes the girl tick.

...coming soon ✶ SECRETS — "that's it, s'thandwa, put on a show for me."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which studious reader wants a taste of the high life and shuri's willing to give it to her.

...coming soon ✶ TRUE COLOURS — "no more of this dancing around each other because you would be mine too. do you want that, pretty girl, with me?”

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri’s infatuation with her long-time friend spills passed the fortified walls she built around heart and reader is happy to drown in it.

...27.03.23 ✶ STARGIRL INTERLUDE — "look how you glow when i'm in you, baby, you're my fucking star."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader comes back from college with a new aura of confidence n free spiritedness n shuri is battling to calm the growing desire to seriously act on the claim she jokingly made years ago.

...coming soon

✶ SIDEWALKS — "let them hear you struggle for me, s'thandwa."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which rapper shuri who’s infamous for her ‘starboy’ persona arrives at her newly owned club with poster ‘stargirl’, y/n, n they shouldn’t work but they do, and they work well.

...coming soon ✶ SIX FEET UNDER — "hm i don't know, your majesty, do you think you deserve to have me?"

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which uprising singer reader has a big performance at world renowned producer shuri udaku's club for opening night n shuri thinks she would sound better on a beat of hers.

...coming soon ✶ LOVE 2 LAY — "let me make it up to you, my angel."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri gets held up with her partying ways n it causes her to neglect an important event of readers.

...coming soon

✶ A LONELY NIGHT — "you want more? you gotta ask for it, pretty baby."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri stumbles across a shocking discovery and decides to help the reader explore it.

...coming soon ✶ ATTENTION — "gotta dress my pretty doll up, so you can see how good you look when you're taking it."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri likes to dress her pretty girl up n is endeared for the gentle squirm of her embarrassed lover.

...coming soon

✶ ORDINARY LIFE — "moaning like a slut and i haven't even touched on you, baby."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which, on a night out, reader finds every chance to press her girlfriend, shuri's buttons bc she has an obsession with her sweet shuri being mean to her.

...coming soon ✶ NOTHING WITHOUT U — "tell me you're mine, and i'll fuck you the way you need, my love."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader was convinced she was straight n just needed time to fall in love with her boyfriend, but her best friend makes loving a little too easy.

...coming soon

✶ ALL I KNOW — "shh, s'thandwa just wanna feel my pretty girl."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader is being tutored by player shuri n although their friendship is blossoming well, she can’t help how badly she longs to be one of shuri’s pretty girls; maybe even the only one.

...15.03.23

✶ DIE FOR U — "gets me so fucking wet when you talk like that, s'thandwa."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri’s momentary disbelief prompts her wife reader to step up n suddenly shuri’s on the hunt.

...coming soon ✶ I FEEL IT COMING — "just wanna stop you thinking so much, angel, you gonna let me get you there?"

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader's spite towards the idea of her ex possibly moving on blinds her ability to make rational decisions n shuri can’t seem to get enough of her change in attitude.

...coming soon ஜ

#pinkwrighting ⊹ ۪ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ. #🎀. pink sets ⚘ ˏ`୭̥* #shuri x black!reader #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri angst #shuri smut #shuri fluff #letitia wright #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #shuri x y/n #shuri black panther #shuri x you #letitia wright shuri #black panther: wakanda forever #shuri fic #shuri imagine

[infraaa]

How do we- how do we feel about longan and a siren reader.. silly little idea 😋

『INSP BY THE CONTORTIONIST AND IF YOU DONT KNOW THAT SONG….. GO LISTEN TO IT NOW 👹 also I really like this idea ngl! I made some hcs for it if you don’t mind. 💜』

longan dragon cookie w a siren s/o (afab)

bakers notes // imo this made me legit think of like… like sea fairy or black pearl. So since this is a siren thing there’s probs gonna be some ties between black pearl and the s/o (also @m00r3-starzz and or @ask-the-longan-dragon may place me in super hell (💜) after this.) also I’m still coming for either a random anon or @windlotus

tw i guess // hypnosis bc siren. Also it’s just a tad bit suggestive due to the nature of sirens, and the song… so… yk.

what makes you think that they haven’t or have not encountered one? For fucks sake, look, their palace literally floats above the Pacific Ocean.

They’ve seen Black Pearl Cookie at some point, and they know who Sea Fairy is… if anything seeing a siren would just take them back…

Your glistening tail under the moonlight and the reflection of the water on your gills… like a shining gem in their hoard.

Your singing would bounce through their air, into the nightly current floating around the golden palace.

Longan knows what you want. They aren’t dumb. Sirens sing for souls— for blood and food. And they are aware that Dragon’s Blood is well sought out after not just by vampires, but sorcerers and mages for its benefits and health properties.

They try to ignore you to the best of their abilities. But after a while it gets hard not to go out.

But when you sing so beautifully,

“Twisted all my limbs for you. Two of them in knots and two of them in loops. Ribbons tied around like a noose… wonder if I'll ever get it loose.”

Mmm, so smoothly…

“I don't wanna bruise for you. Holding back my words until my face is blue (huh!) I don't really care about your crew. You can tell 'em what you wanna do.”

You get into their head and make them internally spin around in a dizzy circle when you make your voice sound like that for them…

“Pushin me, lovin me, pulling me, fuckin me, crushin me, touchin me… aah!~”

Eventually they bite their lip and follow you, their eyes a dull gold. Their grey complexion now reflecting somewhat of a warmer tone in their cheeks. Aimlessly walking towards you, the click clacks of their feet across ivory tile floor as they go in and out…

They walk out to a terrace to eye you like a vulture, looking down at you, golden eyes now agleam in the dark of night. Yet they hold some kind of want…

They want you in their palace. But that’s impossible. If you’re akin to Black Pearl, you wouldn’t be able to survive above water… at least… not for long.

But that doesn’t mean that they can’t come to you, despite knowing the possible dangers that lead up to that. But ah hell, they could defeat you in a fight easily. The temptation of floating down to you was forming in their legs.

They must show restraint and willpower however.

Oh…

Twisting all my bones like screws. Stretching my self worth, just like you usually do. Caught you like the cold or a flu (achoo!) Praying that I'll someday be immune.

Here we go again…

Got me like a bad tattoo… always under skin, even when it gets removed. Never got a chance to undo… positions that you forced my way into.

Ugh! Their breath just quickened… mouth watering… of course, they don’t let you see that. That’s all internal. But they’re internally foaming at the mouth. Truly miserable.

But they do anyway. They step up to the terrace and graciously float downward. They have a small lump in their throat that tightens. They feel hot— but a comfortable kind of heat soars through them.

As you bummed you put a webbed finger under their chin, the intensity of eye contact not seeming to phase you. You smile… sickly sweet towards them…

“Sing. Sing weakling.”

They grow to crave it nightly— like a drug. Your soft sweet voice not looking to harm them, but to please them. And when push comes to shove, as it sometimes does…

There’s… other ways they can make you sing.

And sometimes, after you actually do, you continue to do so going on further in the youth of the night.

But the singing they make you do… isn’t singing. If you catch me…

#infrawrites #infradelivers #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #crob #x reader #cookie run ovenbreak #crk headcanons #crob headcanons #longan dragon cookie

[jakowskis]

Day 7 - Do you have any all-time favorite scenes? You can bring up multiple - an objectively good scene, a silly scene that makes you smile, a sad scene that makes you cry, maybe a scene that just sort of stuck with you… your choice!

i have a bunch ok i tried to put em in categories. under the cut bc i think torchwood's entered spin territory by now and i still cant seem to shut up about it. pls help

scenes that rot my brain

when they mutiny against jack in the s1 finale. that whole bit, from gwen with rhys’ body in the autopsy bay to owen shooting jack to when they trigger the emergency protocol and open the rift. ill never get over how it first felt to watch that whole scene for the first time, it drove me insane. it still drives me insane. ive watched it 300 times it's sooo 😩 MY scene. g-d.

well, that’s my scene, and so are all the owen & ianto scenes in s1ep12. those two make me feral. ive gushed about theose scenes before, so ill spare u this time. my otp 4eva. and also owen having a villainous breakdown wahahaha. my fucked up little guy of all time

the scene where owen’s patching gwen up in countrycide drives me nuts. it’s such a clever seduction scene + it’s so intimate. i love it. (i also enjoy the two separate scenes where she chokes him fdhskjfdsf. countrycide tree scene makes me BLUSH and nothing makes me blush fsdkjfdshfkjdshfjkd. i am very very bi <3)

owen begging diane to stay in out of time... don’t touch me. every time i think of that whole scene i wanna cry. i have never seen such sad eyes in my life. (see my tags here for more of my thoughts on this topic fkjsdfhs.) burn pay my fucking hospital bills

that moment between jack and owen at the end of combat... “for a few seconds i felt totally at peace... and then you blunder in. do you always know best, jack? is that what you believe?” “i want you back at work tomorrow.” that scene has always driven me crazy. there’s a few scenes in the show where jack’s monstrous and the others yell at him over it, but that one hits the hardest. owen just seems to actually cut through him in that moment, and it kills me.

the scene at the conference table in s2ep5. i’m not the biggest fan of that ep, i talked abt it more the other day, but that scene drives me bonkers, for a number of reasons… the insight into the characters (owens mommy issues!!! tosh n ianto’s need for purpose!!! gwen loves rhys AND jack!!!), for sure, but especially the way jack’s relationship with all of them is presented. ill talk about it a lot more when i discuss his character, but jack… reminds me of a cult leader, in a lot of ways, and it’s most prominent in that scene especially. the show doesn’t realize it’s framing him like that, and the fandom doesn’t seem to pick up on it either. but i do, and i think it’s fascinating. 

gwen drugging rhys in combat. it just kind of blew my mind when i first saw it - there's a moment with every character where i went “oh wtf theyre fucked up. ok im obsessed now” (owen's was ghost machine, ianto's was actually ‘pray they survive’ in meat, jack & tosh never had one for me which is probs why they dont rot my brain quite as much fhdskjf) - that was gwen's. also important to note burn gorman agrees w me bc on the commentary of this ep during this scene he was clapping n laughing n probably kickin his feet HFDKSJFHDSJKFDSK he gets me

all of fragments tbh esp owens portion but specifically ianto crying when he walks away from jack at the end of his segment, and owen crying when he's talking to the doctor + him n jack walking thru the cemetery. aaaa.

(yes those were almost all owen scenes. im the deranged owen guy rmr.)

scenes that make me smile

the very first scene in the hub in the pilot :) it just feels a little bit magical in an industrial, bleak, kitchen-sink sort of way, which is what i love sm abt tw, the way it occasionally strikes that balance. the way stepping into a big base in a sewer manages to still feel magical… that’s special.

in episode 2 when theyre having lunch + in episode 4 when theyre at the bar, when they’re all gathered around and laughing. ohh i wish we got more of that

every time gwen n owen are dumbass giggling besties, or teasing each other… twice in s2ep10, and in ep 7, and then when theyre fooling around at the beginning of s2ep2. i love themmmm those two are my idiots they make me smile

jack & john’s fight in kkbb heheh

owen n martha gorillaz scene in reset. wahoo! shicka shicka shicka shicka feel good

bernies apt in ghost machine ep :) i just like the way they go through his shit, steal a bunch of it, n then leave, it always makes me giggle. “so call the cops” JACK. 

scenes that stuck with me / made an impact

john and his son in out of time. that was rlly rlly emotional.

also jack helping him off himself. g-d that episode was heart wrenching.

“captain my captain” in tkks, suzie on the ground covered in blood… things i think about. “it’s all your fault, jack." ahhhh

in ghost machine, when gwen holds the device and sees herself crying and covered in blood, and afterwards she’s all dazed and she looks at owen and he stares back and he looks dangerous. i loveee that scene. will never get over s1 owen. he’s a ticking time bomb and when he explodes he nearly destroys the world. character of all time to me. i love that he redeems himself in the end but ohhhhh sometimes i think of a world where he becomes a proper antagonist. he rlly walks the precipice 

g-d and the scene where he had the knife held to ed morgan, when i first watched it i didn’t know what he was gonna do and it was so tense. 

when lisa was first revealed in cyberwoman and mogwai played…. transcendent. the outfit was silly right off the bat but the vibe + reveal was cool enough i was rlly excited. i love the concepts in that episode i wish they took it more seriously. no metal bikini + no pteradacyl fight and we could’ve had it all. but also. would it be torchwood without metal bikini + pteradacyl fight.

“it made me happy” scene in countrycide. a lot of people seem to find that ep upsetting, i wasn’t really affected by the subject matter, but That got me. chilling. you go into torchwood expecting evil aliens, so the episodes about evil humans really hit.

the resurrection scene in s2ep7. i’m getting tired so im not gonna babble as much but agh. i wanna eventually do an analysis on owen & jack’s dynamic - i’ll talk about it there.

also, it’s a little moment but in the same episode, when gwen calls rhys crying… it reminds me of that bit in succession, during connor’s wedding, when tom calls greg, which is one of my favorite moments in that episode too. taking the time in the middle of a tragedy to step aside and privately call a loved one for support, bc u need a minute to break down when uve been doing ur best to stay strong. i think torchwood is bad at handling grief and letting their characters experience it, so it’s a nice little moment that actually lets her grieve. that, and the glove clearly triggers her, so she got double whammied with the death of a friend + the reminder of the time she nearly died. again, in a show that doesn’t typically frame moments of weakness and pain very sympathetically, it’s refreshing. 

idk why, but in ep7, when it goes back and forth between owen figuring out the murders + tosh crying to mary while she looks unsympathetically down at her… it’s just a well-filmed, cool scene, and i enjoy it. thrills me, heh. also owen adhd icon

aditd... maggie’s wedding… we’d been married less than an hour. scenes that got me. i think of maggie a lot. i think of that scene a lot. i think ‘the woman on the roof’ is my most listened to torchwood ost track, fff. it’s very special to me. that song reminds me of a thomas newman score.

tosh n owen’s deaths. of course. both of owens deaths actually, the second one is more impactful but the way nobody held him when he first died bc they were all in shock haunts me ;-;

#tdot #txt #I AM TRYING SO HARD TO NOT DO THESE SO LATE BUT. ARHGHGHHGHGH #me when i give myself a fun lil fandom challenge n it tURNS OUT TO BE CHALLENGING #ARGH!!! #but. here. take it

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…ah.

So I’ve had this weird taste in my mouth lately, and tldr I figure I must be grinding my teeth (something my mom also developed). And I keep not getting a mouth guard bc it’s more money than I wanna spend. And while I haven’t caught myself grinding, I know I’ve been clenching my teeth lately.

And today I think, what if I try getting a chew stim toy? And not wanting to wait on shipping (or pay a fortune idk how much they cost), I… get a teething toy. For babies. At the drug store.

And it fucking worked.

I nomed on the damn thing for a couple minutes and the weird sensation in my jaw that made me wanna clench my teeth subsided. I know a lot of my stims have to do with pressure, but damn. Just bit that thing as hard as I could and I immediately felt better.

But now I’m also so indescribably angry.

Because one of my core trauma memories has to do with chewing on a plastic toy as a kid (not as a baby, like between 8-12 probably), and the verbal and physical punishment I received for it. And it wasn’t like, “don’t do that bc you’ll mess up ur teeth” no, my dad just didn’t like it. As punishment I had to shove that plastic bird as far back into my mouth as I could and bite down on it until he said so. Yes there was a lot of choking and crying.

And like, I kinda already knew that a lot of the trouble I got into as a kid was actually just stimming, but god. Being 30 and autistic is really just relearning what stims made me feel better before they were beaten out of me..

(I wanna keep everything under the readmore so hers’s what I’d normally add in the tags: I actually did do a lot of very telltale autistic things as a kid. Once. But the RSD is so strong that getting told off or screamed at once was enough to get me not to do a lot of the, again. I very distinctly remember walking on the sides of my feet. Got yelled at by a teacher. My parents berated me for “walking wrong” (not heel to toe like ur supposed to) and to this day I consciously think about how my feet hit the ground while walking. There were still some stims I physically couldn’t stop and you betcha I got in repeated trouble for it. Stupid things like my leg bouncing. Like blowing down the front of my shirt bc I my tits were too big and overheated. So much.)

#apple talks #to the tune of spam

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1. kamile muldur & chester daniels.

if she’s a private investigator i feel like the reason they meet is because chester is just such an odd person... like, no one knows where he’s from. it’d be like a ‘catch me if you can’ situation because he does different jobs he probably isn’t allowed to do??? and maybe someone is catching on or SHE is catching on. and follows him to every random job he does. one day he’s a garbage man, the other day he’s selling pet supplies. then he seems to know the mafia. and she’s just like... wtf? this man is a terror but also, HOW is he doing this?

2. kylar jones & walter geoff.

they seem like maybe they’d be kind of chill buddies? based off of skimming, at least. i’m not sure if she’s into drugs but he sells weed and does odd jobs that helps pay for his sick mom. he did time, so maybe she’s the one person he can go to for an alibi or something. otherwise, i just think they’d either be positive influences on each other or not great ones. 

3. diana ortega & dakota hines.

ok fun and cute and fresh idea.... kody and her brother need legal help on the farm, because apparently a written will from their grandpa on a napkin doesn’t exactly cut it. they can’t actually afford much, so somehow kody finds diana online or on linkedin or w/e and offers to host her at her farmhouse for like... legal advice? legal help? and diana just keeps finding things that give her more work to do, and at first i feel like they hate each other (fun) but then they start warming up to each other... but then they figure out the legal stuff and then they’re left being like... ok bye.... bc surely diana doesn’t want to stay in this small town, and kody has promised herself and her brother that she’d stick it out.

4. annabeth harmon & lauren wolfe.

OKAY I SEE THEY BOTH WANNA BE FAMOUS? RIVALS? lauren is ava’s daughter so she’s all kinds of fucked up. i imagine that perhaps lauren goes to the bar she works at to do some form of open mic, or like... simply goes there to brag about her accomplishments. and i am sure that’s very annoying because she is a little bit crazy and seeks bad forms of validation. she also would absolutely get in a fight and do the whole “i’m telling my father!” which... like, he does not care. i promise you. but at the end of the day she always tips well? like if lauren’s walking in she’s leaving a $300 tip on a BAD night... so it’s like, not so bad? maybe?

5. chelsea burnett & lilith agarwal.

there’s something funny about a nurse and a vampire that i don’t even know how to put into words. like maybe she sees her fall 3 feet from a building and tries to take care of her? maybe lilith is stealing blood from her hopsital? maybe chelsea wants to use her vampire blood to help save poor people who can’t afford insurance? maybe lilith accidentally feeds off someone too badly and she runs to chelsea to save them so that she doesn’t accidentally turn them? the possibilities are endless. 

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hell is empty - JJK, KTH

05. LURK ༄moodboard

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 9.8K

warnings/tags — single parent!reader, ceo!taehyung, dad!jk, pharmacy tech!reader, ex-boyfriend!jk, past hoseok x reader, strong language, tae & jk’s fits, huge pool partay, alcohol consumption, flirting oop, it’s fluffy asf, passive aggressiveness, jealousy, possessive tae & jk, pride, lots of feelings, overthinking, panic attack, mentions of injury, mentions of guns & blood, explicit smut — dom!taehyung, quickie?, dirty talk, degradation/praise, oral (m), throat fucking, cum eating, hair pulling, biting/scratching, foot riding, edging

note: there is a time skip !! junho’s birthday is early May & part 04 took place in March - anyways I hope my readers enjoy this part (it’s the fluffiest) also i think it’d be good to read/re-read the drabble (fast forward) bc there’s some ~parallels~

“Are you excited?”

Junho fits his pointer finger into his cheek, wobbling as you try to fix his tie.

“Hold still,” you chide, gripping his shoulder so he wouldn’t bounce away from your struggling hands. “Are you excited, smiley?”

“Mhm, I can’t wait to see Sihyun again. I never see him for ages!”

Loosening the knot a bit, you set the maroon fabric against his belly and begin tucking his shirt into his cream pants, hoping you won’t spoil his mood with your next words.

“Smiley…Sihyun’s mother didn’t really get back to me. I’m not sure if he’ll be here today, but you’re gonna have so much fun with your new friends, right?!”

His smile sags a bit, the tips of his shoes knocking into one another, “I wish he would come.”

You coo, pulling him to your chest, “I know baby.”

“Hey! You’re matching the couch mama!”

Tilting your head to the side slightly, you giggle, knowing that you wouldn’t have noticed it yourself because you are in fact blending in with the beige couch. You grab the baseball cap Junho had picked out, hesitating before you place it on his head. Bam, Jungkook’s Doberman, waits patiently for Junho, ears perking when you call for him.

“Are you sure you want to wear this? You don’t wanna change into your swimming trunks now? Since we’re—”

“No!” He shrieks, poking his head between your hands, “dad and I are matching today. I’m only gonna swim later!”

You sigh, lowering the cap onto his tiny head of hair, “okay. There.”

His cheeks puff out with a smile, hands kept at his sides as he awaits your countless compliments.

“You look—”

“Handsome.”

Your head snaps up in the direction of the voice. Jungkook glides down the staircase, wearing a replica of your son’s outfit. Junho rushes into his arms as if he didn’t spend the night here, more than amused by the fact that he and his father are dressed the exact same. Even if you’re a bit peeved by the idea, you can’t help but find it rather cute. Especially when they’re both sporting the same bunny smile.

Jungkook’s gaze flits to you, and you find your spine going taut, smile falling.

“Dad isn’t mama matching the couch? You and I are matching and she and the couch are matching,” he laughs, waddling his way onto your lap.

Jungkook stands on the other side of the oblong coffee table, a streak of sunlight hitting the dimple in his cheek. You clear your throat, rising to your feet as you set Junho on the ground, fixing his cap to occupy yourself.

“I told Smiley he should just change into his swimming trunks now, instead of having to change again later.”

Jungkook’s head cocks to the side, fiddling with his sleeves, “no we have to welcome our guests in style. Isn’t that right, Junho?”

Junho nods furiously, rocking on his heels, “yes. Show them how the Jeons do it.”

Your eyes widen with awe, hearing Jungkook’s chuckle behind you, “Smiley?”

Junho, although a little bashful, grins proudly, repeating his words as if you didn’t hear him clear enough the first time. Of course, he’s just parroting Jungkook’s words, but you don’t find it any less amusing.

“Hey, uhm,” Jungkook takes a step toward you, thrusting his tattooed hand in your direction, “can you fold it for me?”

“Oh, okay.”

Fighting off your surprise, you try not to scratch his warm skin with your freshly manicured nails, jaw tight as you feel his stare on your face.

“How many kids will be here? Just Junho’s friends from school?”

“Uhm yeah…around eight-nine. Not sure if Sihyun and his mother will show.”

You pat his hand to indicate that you’re done, a habit you had formed over the years with Junho around. He lifts his other arm, the other sinking into his pocket.

“And your friends?”

Your eyebrows furrow, shooting him a quizzical look, “hm?”

“I said you could bring who you want. Are any of your friends gonna come?”

“Oh, yeah just…you know, Yoongi and Yuri, if that counts,” you chuckle flatly, hesitating with your next words, “erm Hoseok, yeah.”

If he feels any way about you inviting Hoseok over, to his house, he doesn’t show it.

“Anyone else?”

Your mouth quirks to the side, smoothing your fingers over the neat fold you made, “not really.”

“What ab—”

You roll your eyes, “of course he’s coming, why would you even ask?”

His arm falls from your hold, a shrug accompanying his words, “I dunno. I mean, I had to ask.”

“Well,” you begin, brushing Junho’s fringe away from his face, “I did plan this entire thing, we’re just having it here because Smiley insisted.”

“Nah,” Jungkook tsks, scratching behind his ear, “you didn’t plan the entire thing. You just handled the boring parts.”

You scoff, ready to spit your own insults before you catch the teasing grin on his face, anger simmering away.

Clearing your throat, you step around Jungkook to grab your phone, shooting Taehyung a quick text. He shuffles around you to sit on the ottoman near the entryway, busy on his own phone before you call for his attention.

“If you stay out of his way,” you begin, voice stern, “he’ll stay out of yours.”

Junho opens his mouth to answer, but the click-clack of heels upstairs catches your attention. Sora sashays to Jungkook after struggling to walk down the stairs in her neon pink heels. Your jaw drops when you catch what she’s wearing. Bikini-clad figure bending down to kiss Junho on his forehead, his cheeks caught between her fingers.

Jungkook’s chest deflates with a sigh, and even if he tries to keep his voice low, arms snug around her shoulders, he does a poor job at whispering.

“Why don’t you put something else on, hmm?”

“But—I thought it’s a pool party.”

“It is,” he begins, nose buried in her hair.

“Then I can wear this. What you expect me to dress like her?”

“No, no. I didn’t say that.” She shoves him away, clearly mad at him and you sense that he’s even angrier. You decide to step onto the patio, pulling Junho with you, knowing that it’s rude to eavesdrop. Even if you were – just a moment ago.

Excitement builds when you take note of the number of cars that wait to enter through the gates – one in particular has your heart skipping a beat.  

“Smiley, wait here, okay?”

“Okay.”

Stopping yourself from breaking into a run, you watch as the guard directs Taehyung into the parking space, waiting to the side before he steps out, gaze finding yours immediately. He stalks in your direction, tongue wetting his bottom lip as he pulls off his sunglasses, gaze raking up and down your figure. Joy bubbles in your chest, wanting nothing more than to press your lips to his.

Whistling lowly, he places his hands on your hips, voice that same husky baritone that has the pit of your stomach tightening.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” you giggle, suddenly shy under his praise.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers, nose tracing your jaw before it presses into the shell of your ear, “I missed you.”

“Hm,” you sigh, arms winding around his shoulders, “missed you too. Sorry I couldn’t talk much yesterday.”

He pulls away slightly, long fingers sliding down your cheek, “it’s alright.”

Before you melt on the spot – the warm weather having nothing to do with it – you step back to admire his outfit, chuckling when you point to his shorts.

He holds up his hands defensively, “it’s a pool party, right?”

“Yeah,” you snort, hand falling to his chest, “you should see what Junho is wearing.”

Eyes skating across the yard behind you, he slots his hand into yours, thumb caressing your knuckles.

“How’s your ex doing? No outrageous demands from him yet?”

Chuckling, you reach up to fix the chain around his neck, knowing that just as you warned Jungkook – you would need to warn Taehyung as well. Because the two of them enjoy getting the other riled up. They make it too easy.

Taehyung clicks his tongue after hearing your warning, arm falling over your shoulders, “yeah, yeah. I know.”

“I’m serious, Taehyung. I want Smiley’s birthday to go smoothly.”

You watch his lips form a pout as he nods, the hand near your shoulder twisting a lock of hair, “yeah.”

Steering Taehyung along the pathway, the two of you make your way to the terrace where the noise grows, more and more guests adding to the commotion. A few of which you don’t recognize.

He peeks over his shoulder to his car, “where is smiley? I’ll give him his gift later on.”

A familiar squeal of your name behind you forces you to break out Taehyung’s hold and rush toward her, squeezing her small frame in a tight hug.

“Yuri!”

“Man,” Taehyung says from behind you, words directed to your best friend’s grumpy husband, “she wasn’t even that excited to see me.”

“And they saw each other yesterday,” Yoongi adds, annoyance lacing his tone.

“Shut up okay? I only saw her for like a split second because you needed to go home,” you tease, seeing Yoongi struggle with the large box in hand, wrapped in cyan foil. “There’s a table for gifts near the barbecue area, you can leave it there.”

Yoongi huffs, while you’re fussing over the dress Yuri finally settled on, knowing how indecisive she could be.

“Good to see you again,” Yuri smiles at Taehyung, following you further into the garden, “so what’s the plans for today?”

“Well,” you begin, listing off each activity on your fingers, “first, we’re gonna have some mingling time, then get the kids to the pool – they have the indoor pool, we’re outside – after that, we serve lunch, but there will be snacks available before that, then a small clown show for the kids, Taehyung’s brother Seokjin sponsored the bounce house, that reminds me—” you turn to Taehyung “—is your brother coming today?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung answers, although a little uncertain, “he’ll stop by a bit later. Also, a friend of mine might come along, is that fine?”

“Of course. It was so kind of him, you know how much kids love stuff like that. And erm…oh yeah, we cut the cake etcetera, then the guests can present the gifts, that’s all. But the adults’ activities carry on till the evening.”

“Oooh,” she smirks, “you sure Junho’s birthday party wasn’t just an excuse for you to throw one for yourself at Jungkook’s place?”

Taehyung slides an arm around your waist, poking into your conversation, “hey, I offered to have it at my house, but Junho wanted it here.”

“Yeah,” you confirm, “I mean, it’s his first birthday with his dad around so…”

Yuri’s eyes soften, “yeah. He deserves to have it the way he wants. Where is he anyway?”

You shield your eyes from the sun as you step around the corner to the pool area, spotting Jungkook and Junho stand in a similar posture. Jungkook chats to one of the other dad’s while Junho hands Jaehyun a balloon. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“There.”

Yuri sniggers, “oh my God. Each time I see him I’m shocked at how much Junho looks like his dad. It’s crazy.”

“Let’s greet them.”

Taehyung and Yuri climb up the stairs to wear Junho stands, crouching in front of him before he accepts their hugs and kisses. You watch from afar with a sombre smile on your face.

“He’s growing up too fast.”

You startle, hand placed on your chest as Yoongi stands next to you, a similar smile on his face.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, I couldn’t tell the difference between him and Jungkook,” he chuckles, gesturing with his drink, “whose idea was it to wear matching outfits?”

You break out of your daydream, “uh I have no idea.”

Yuri returns with two drinks in hand, holding one in your direction. You peek into the cup, then crane your neck to look into Yoongi’s.

“This is for the kids,” you giggle, “there’s more inside.”

“It’s good,” Yoongi compliments, smacking his lips, “who made it?”

“Me,” you grin, “it’s a passionfruit mix.”

“It is tasty, you’ll have to give me the recipe,” Yuri asks with a threatening finger raised, slotting herself between you and Yoongi.

Your eyes are set on Taehyung and Junho, Jungkook’s watchful gaze boring into the top of his head before their eyes meet, exchanging a small greeting as Taehyung saunters to the refreshments table. You exhale a breath of relief.

“Good to see they’re acting civil.”

You scoff, cup held to your lips, “only because I gave them both a warning.”

Yoongi dips his head to press a kiss to Yuri’s temple, “I’ll be back.”

“Okay. Where’s Seojoon? I haven’t seen him yet.”

Finishing the rest of your drink, you deposit the cup into the trashcan nearby, “didn’t invite him.”

Her round eyes widen, “what? Why?”

You shrug, arms folded, “he’s been acting weird lately,”

“Hm,” she raises an eyebrow, “he’s been acting weird, or you don’t need him anymore? Smiley liked him a lot.”

“No,” you sigh, ignoring the guilt nagging at the back of your mind, “it’s not like that. He just…every time he comes over…I just get this uncomfortable feeling and it doesn’t help that he’s being so touchy lately!”

“Oh no.”

“Yeah,” you exclaim with a shudder, “I don’t know why…but—"

“Hey,” Yuri calls, placing a hand on your shoulder, “it’s alright babes. Let’s get some more of this delicious punch.”

You snort, letting her pull you toward the refreshments table. You spot Taehyung talking to a tall man who you recognize as—

“Namjoon?”

“Oh,” the tall man offers a dimpled smile, gripping his own cup of passionfruit punch, “how are you?”

“Good,” you smile, gaze flitting to Taehyung who’s scanning the snack table, “what about you?”

“Good.”

You wouldn’t call it awkward – but the silence feels so, knowing that Namjoon is aware of what a mess your life is, when he could be considered a stranger.

“So, uh,” he clears his throat, voice dropping, “how’s co-parenting going?”

Throwing your head back with laughter, you catch the playful smile he’s wearing, eyes crinkling with mirth.

“I mean—” he goes on, taking a sip of his drink “—it could be considered a serious question.”

You shake your head, holding up the charcuterie board to him, “guess so. Going well…I think.”

He plucks a grape, head swivelling in Jungkook’s direction, “and Junho’s dad? I thought he might strangle me during our last session.”

Your gaze travels to Jungkook who’s tying up the balloons Junho hands him. His eyes meet yours and you swallow, turning to Namjoon.

“Nah, it might seem like that, but we appreciate your help with Junho. How’s he doing in school?”

“You only ask because you know I never have complaints,” he cackles, taking another swig of his drink.

“Of course,” you jest, throwing him a wink.

“Well,” he begins, tone turning serious, “I’m glad things are working out for you two. You have no idea how happy Junho is to have both his parents around. It’s all he talks about.”

A lump forms in your throat, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon nods, reaching for your shoulder, “I won’t be able to stay for too long. I already gave Junho his gift. Was good seeing you again.”

“You too.”

If you didn’t have your cup to hold onto, you would’ve been trembling, knees ready to give out. You want nothing more in life than for Junho to be happy, and it’s not like you haven’t noticed a change in him either. Perhaps you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but ever since Jungkook came around, he’s been buzzing with energy, his smiles brighter. That’s all you ever wanted. And you’d do anything to hear his laughter, even if it meant sacrificing your own happiness.

“Hey, uh,” Jungkook jogs toward you, pointing to the group of kids who cluster near Junho, “I’m gonna take the kids inside now. Or do you wanna do it and I’ll take care of everyone on the yard?”

“Uh,” you shrug, “anything.”

His eyebrows knit together, “you sure?”

“Yeah.”

He scratches the back of his head, “you take them inside. I think Junho would like that.”

“Okay.” You turn to Taehyung, gesturing for him to follow you.

“Mama!”

“Hi guys! It’s so nice to finally meet all Junho’s friends,” you titter, crouching in front of them so you can pinch each of their cheeks. “Why don’t you guys tell me your names and then we can go inside to the pool? Yeah?”

They cheer, nearly toppling you over with how they rush toward you and fight to say their names first. You try to remember them all as best as you can, pausing in your step when you see Taehyung lift one of the girls into his arms. The sight has your heart stammering in your chest.

“Okay guys, Junho take my hand. Follow me!”

Junho tugs at the hem of your dress, eyes filled with worry, “mama I need to change quickly.”

“It’s okay, I left your swimming trunks out near the pool.”

He nods, chubby cheeks bouncing with his steps. The girl in Taehyung’s arms keeps her twinkling eyes on his face and he doesn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by it.

“Are you Junho’s dad?” You hear her ask, the question catching you off guard.

“I’m—"

“Junho said he has two dads,” she informs, the cutest little pout to her lips. You await Taehyung’s response, but he turns to you, clearly taken aback by her statement.

“If Junho says he has two dads,” you shrug, “then I guess he does.”

Junho leaps away from you, “see! I told you!”

“Aw,” she marvels, now clutching Taehyung’s jaw, “that’s so cool. I only have one dad and he doesn’t like to buy me cotton candy.”

You push the sliding door open, light reflecting off the shallow water dancing across their faces, “well, we got cotton candy here today especially for you.”

Her eyes light up, but soon her attention falls behind you, wriggling out of Taehyung’s arms. You follow the other kids as they scatter around the pool.

“Be careful guys! Junho let’s get you dressed,” your voice echoes in the brightly lit space. Junho gave you a tour of his father’s house a few weeks ago, but the beauty inside this room steals your breath away like it’s the first time. Floor to ceiling windows giving you a picturesque view of Jungkook’s garden. Taehyung seems equally as shocked, hurriedly unzipping his jacket.

“What? Tae? You’re gonna swim too?”

He beams, “obviously, I have to keep an eye on the kids.”

“Bu—” All your complaints fade away when he shrugs off his jacket, black vest accentuating his toned body. He tosses his jacket on the charcoal grey sunbed behind him, clapping to get everyone’s attention.

You don’t have time to ogle his fine body because Junho is tugging you out of the capacious room, rushing to get changed.

“Mama I’m sorry you can’t swim.”

You’re sitting on the couch, helping him into his shorts, “it’s okay, Smiley.”

“I’m gonna teach you how to swim today.”

You giggle, “will you? But I didn’t bring any swimming clothes today.”

He looks at you as if facing a real dilemma, “aw man.”

“It’s okay,” you wink, tying the strings on his shorts, “next time.”

“You can dip your feet today!”

“Alright. Go on, your friends are waiting for you.”

He scurries away, nearly tripping on his feet as he mutters to himself animatedly. You’re busy stuffing his clothes into the overnight bag you packed when you sense movement behind you. Sora sits with her legs crossed on the couch, phone held above her face, away from the ruckus. You can’t help but notice that she’s not wearing her ring today, maybe she decided not to wear it, so it doesn’t get lost when she’s swimming?

She doesn’t notice your presence, but you hesitate before leaving, wondering if you should take this opportunity to get to know her better. You decide against it, remembering how your efforts went unappreciated the last time.

When you return to the pools, all you can hear is splashing and giggling, Taehyung’s hearty laughs muffling all the other sounds once you’re inside the room. He bounces the girl in and out of the water on his shoulders, taking her deeper before leaping back up.

“My turn next!”

“No mine!”

“Get in line!”

“Let’s give the birthday boy a chance,” Taehyung pants, holding his arms out for Junho who swims over to him, a shy smile on his face.

Taehyung throws a boastful grin at you, keeping Junho’s arms around his shoulders as he repeats his actions from earlier, receiving all sorts of reactions from the kids. You place your hands on your knees, speaking over the noise as you bend over the silver railing.

“Are you fine with staying with them for a bit? I’m gonna get more snacks and come back.”

He nods, hand running down his face to wipe away the water that Junho had just splashed on him, “yeah! I’m gonna get you for that—”

Chuckling, you can’t help but stop at the doorway as you watch them interact. Your heart brims with joy, seeing how comfortable Junho had gotten with Taehyung over the weeks that had passed. Taehyung, a little cocky, had admitted that he knows how to win a child’s heart, although kids like him naturally, and you had witnessed it for yourself today.

You’re a little surprised to see the number of guests that fill up the once deserted space, chatter filling the air alongside the warm zephyr. But there are only a few faces you recognize. Two men standing on the other side of the lawn, donned in brown jackets has you pausing. Their mouths move continuously, snapping away from each other when they catch you staring. Ignoring the frightful twist in your gut, you manoeuvre through the crowd to find Yoongi and Yuri, relieved.

“Oh thank God, who are all these pe—”

A guy wearing a leather jacket, boots crossed over one another as he leans against the fence behind Yoongi has the words dying on your tongue. He tips his head back as he finishes his drink, and even if the cup conceals half his face, you’d recognize that jaw anywhere.

“Hoseok,” you breathe, feet rooted to the spot.

He lowers the cup, crumpled in his hand before tossing it onto the table, surging forward to accept your bone-crushing hug. Your body has a mind of its own, face pressing into his neck as your eyes slip shut. Only when you feel his arms loosen around your shoulders, do you think to pull away, nose nearly brushing the collar of his jacket.

“How have you been?”

Exhaling a shuddering sigh, you cling onto the lapels of his jacket, “okay…and y-you?”

You can’t help the soft gasp that tumbles from your lips when he fits his finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“I haven’t seen you for nearly three years and you won’t even look at me?”

“I—”

Yoongi clears his throat, causing Hoseok to take a step back, heart-shaped smile easing your nerves. He smooths a hand over his head to push back his hair, yet it still collapses onto his forehead, making you smile. Realizing that not much has changed.

His eyes search the crowd behind you, “where’s my Spiderman?”

You wave a hand dismissively, “he’s over his Spiderman phase.”

Hoseok’s eyes widen, “really? What is he into these days?”

Yoongi pats Hoseok’s shoulder, “cars.”

“Cars? Dammit, my gift is this huge Lego Spiderman set. The lady at the store said that’s what the kids want these days.”

“It’s alright,” you chuckle, moving around to fill a few paper plates with snacks, “I’m sure Junho would love it anyway. He’s gonna be so happy to see you.”

“Jung Hoseok.”

Without lifting your head, you can sense Jungkook’s venomous gaze by his walk alone, bumping your shoulder as he thrusts his hand in Hoseok’s direction.

Hoseok’s lips remain in a terse line, “Jeon Jungkook.”

“Good to see you here. Came for Junho or his mother?”

“Jungkook,” you warn, only realizing that you grabbed his hand when his gaze drops to the point of contact. You move away, a tingling sensation coursing through your fingers.

Hoseok, unaffected by his comment, stands toe to toe with him, levelling his stare with his chin tipped up, “I could ask you the same question.”

“Yoongi,” you whisper-shout, heart thundering in your chest, “do something!”

Yuri nudges Yoongi, sharing your concern. But before Yoongi can intervene, Jungkook turns to you, voice cloyingly sweet when he says your name, “we need to fetch the cake.”

Puzzled, you search for a response, “what? Right now?”

“Mhm,” he looks to his clunky watch, “they said it’ll be ready by 1PM.”

“Oh uh, okay.” You turn to Yuri, handing her the heavy plates of food, “can you take this inside to the kids? And tell Taehyung that I’ll be back in a bit.”

She nods, lingering near you as if she doesn’t want to leave you alone with the seething men. You rush inside to fetch your purse and coat, seeing Jungkook wait diligently on the terrace.

Jungkook nods, hand held out in the direction of the driveway, “we’ll take my car.”

Your forehead creases, stopping short of the garden path, “why can’t I go alone?”

“Because,” he begins, reaching into his pocket to produce his car keys, “I have to pay for the cake and you need to sign for it because you placed the order.”

“I can pay for it myself,” you sneer, annoyance heightening especially with the condescending tone he’s suddenly using.

“I know that,” he laughs, retracting his statement, “I didn’t mean it like that, I want to do it. Since you bought all the food, the least I could do is buy the cake, right? Yoongi watch things for me!” He shouts over his shoulder, holding the passenger side door open for you.

Thanking him weakly, you hop in, and once inside, you’re hit by a familiar scent, one that has a million and one memories rushing into your mind. Even if Jungkook didn’t have this fancy car at the time – you’re swarmed by a wave of emotions.

“I like it when you’re out with me.”

“I’m always out with you.”

“Are you trying to kill us?”

“I wouldn’t mind if I die with you like this.”

“I’ll be back soon.”

“You’re my strong girl.”

“Hello?”

A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality – a situation you never thought you’d be in ever again. Next to Jungkook.

“Are you okay? Did you drink too much?”

“No!” You shout, a little louder than expected, “no. I mean, can we just get the cake? The guests are waiting.”

He chuckles, low and raspy, “whatever you say.”

Slotting the key in, he starts up the engine, revving until you turn to look at him. Goofy smile on his face. Even goofier with the cap he’s wearing.

“I’m not Junho,” you remind, fist tucked under your chin, “that doesn’t impress me.”

“Okay, but this might.”

He speeds off onto the road, uncaring of the way your nearly bounce off the leather seat with each turn he takes.

“Jungkook—”

“Put on your seatbelt.”

You were too distracted by the smell in his car to even remember to put your seatbelt on, and you’re always scolding Junho for it. You’re aware that the patisserie isn’t too far from his house, yet the ride feels longer than it actually is, clutching the edge of the seat with white knuckles while he hollers and whoops. He rolls down his window a bit, causing your hair to fly into your face, snatching your breath away.

“Good?”

“WHAT?”

“Are you good?”

Your eyes burn with the wind, hair in a bird’s nest once he comes to a stop, “are you fucking kidding me?”

“I thought you—”

“What?”

“Are you trying to kill me, Jungkook? Fucking hell,” you groan, unclicking your seatbelt then stepping out of the car.

Just as you’re about to take the few steps inside the bakery, he grabs your wrist, doe eyes softened, “I wasn’t trying to kill you.”

You laugh, breaking out of his hold, keeping your voice light, “you sure? That’s…what? The second time now?”

He draws his lower lip between his teeth, “I just thought that—never mind.”

If you were to look closely, you’d see a flash of pain behind his dark eyes. You can’t handle the tender way he’s looking at you, the way your heart clenches in your chest once your eyes meet again. Turning on your heel, you march into the store, straight to the front counter to distract yourself from loud thumping of your heart, unwilling to succumb to the familiarity of his presence, the warmth that seems to glaze your heart bit by bit each time he would do something as simple as glance at you.

Because you remember that you were charmed by it before, only to be fooled. And you refuse to let it happen again. You cannot.

Jungkook’s forced to drive under 40mph because you’re holding the cake in your lap to prevent the icing from getting smudged, which means it takes you longer to return to the party, compelled to endure his presence for a little longer than you’d like. You’ve trained yourself to focus on the scent of your own perfume, an attempt at keeping any and all forms of nostalgia from influencing your emotions.

“Do you think he’ll like it?”

“What?”

He turns to you for a second, pointing to the large cake box in your hands, “the cake.”

“Oh, of course,” you tut, “I’m the one who picked it.”

You’re awaiting his snarky comment, but receive none, just his laugh as he turns into the driveway. Tattooed hand gripping the steering wheel.

“Think you can manage?”

“Yeah.”

He gestures to your feet, “with those boots?”

“Yes, Jungkook.”

He walks alongside you, “you can leave it in the fridge in the meantime. Lunch will be ready in a bit.”

“Ok—shit.”

“Hey—” he steadies the box in your hands, fingers pressed to the small of your back once you find your footing “—be careful.”

“I’m alright,” you mutter a little embarrassed. But even if you repeat your words multiple times, his hand stays pressed to your lower back and it’s as if you had just discovered all the nerves that collate in that very spot, muddling up your thoughts all the way to the kitchen until he finally lets you go.

“Mr. Jeon, they’re waiting for you.”

Over your shoulder, you see the two men from earlier sitting in the dimly lit dining area, along with three other unfamiliar faces. You glance at Jungkook who’s busy on his phone, nodding to the burly man you remember as Mr. Kang, Jungkook’s assistant. From your place at the refrigerator, you have a clear view of Jungkook greeting each of them in the dining room, all their hats kept low over their eyes.

Unfortunately, you can’t hear what they’re discussing, but from the way they’re all bundled close together, Jungkook’s eyebrows pinched in concentration, you can tell that they want to keep it between themselves. And then you see it – the tattoo on one of the guy’s necks.

The refrigerator beeps thrice – alerting them of your presence.

“You okay there? Hwang help her out.”

“I’m good! Thanks,” you call, keeping the fear out of your voice as you sprint outside.

Jungkook shouts to your retreating figure, “lunch is being served now! I’ll be out in a bit.”

And then you’re thrusted into the crowd for the second time today, a sea of unfamiliar faces surrounding you, mumbling short greetings to whoever steps in your way before you finally break through and spot Yuri sitting at the table with the rest of the kids and their parents, chowing down a hotdog.

“Uh, Yoongi, Yuri, can I talk to you?” You say a little out of breath, gesturing for them to follow you behind the barbecue area.

You prop your hands on your hips, chest undulating, “I think—"

Yuri pats Yoongi’s shirt with a tissue, scolding him under her breath, “he got tangerine juice all over his shirt. You’re like a big baby.”

“I’m your big baby.”

“Aw.”

“Guys!”

“Yeah?” They say in unison, oblivious to the minor panic attack you’re having.

“I think that Jungkook—”

Yuri places a hand on your cheek, “what’s wrong?”

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, “here she goes again.”

“Shut up.”

You place your hand over hers, shaking your head with a short chuckle, “I could be overthinking, but I think—”

“You’re probably overthinking.”

Yuri gives Yoongi and admonitory glare, he seems unrattled.

“I don’t know anyone here. Most of the people here. Who are they? And then the guys inside? They could be Yang’s guys! What the fuck are they doing here?”

Yoongi takes a step forward, speaking through gritted teeth, “keep your voice down. What makes you think that?”

“The the—tattoo and the—”

Yoongi throws his arms up with exasperation while Yuri whispers words of comfort that do nothing to quell your panic.

“What did you expect?” Yoongi laughs dryly, “this is Jungkook’s house. You think he’s gonna stop his business for a day? See, this is what she does. Makes poor decisions then cries about it.”

Your mouth falls open, “I am not crying!”

“Well, you look like you’re about to!”

“What’s going on?” Hoseok emerges from behind the wall, putting out his cigarette with the tip of his shoe.

Yuri rolls her eyes, “they’re bickering, as usual.”

“Nothing,” you snap, hoping Yoongi catches up to speed, “nothing Hoseok. Don’t worry.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi affirms, plastering on a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, “nothing of concern.”

He hums, scanning your face with narrowed eyes before taking Yoongi’s seat at the table, spooning mashed potatoes onto a clean plate. Both you and Yoongi know that Hoseok will turn this place upside down at any given chance.

“Look—” You follow Yuri’s gaze to the garden path across you, seeing all five men make their way to a grey SUV “—they’re leaving. You have nothing to worry about, okay?”

“Where’s Junho? And Taehyung? I don’t see them anywhere.”

“They’re still at the pool,” Yoongi informs, busy on his phone.

“I tried bringing him out to have lunch, but Smiley said he’s waiting for you,” she recalls, hand sliding up and down your arm.

“Okay, I’ll go get them. We still need to cut the cake.”

You pass Sora on your way to the pools, still sulking from her spot on the couch. As you’re nearing the sliding door, you hide behind the towel rack when you hear voices, seeing Taehyung place a hand on Junho’s back as he floats above the water. Taehyung’s vest hangs off the railing, back glistening when it catches the light.

“Keep your arms straight,” he instructs, pushing Junho’s hands closer, “that’s it.”

“You should be my swimming instructor,” Junho giggles, twisting around to fit his arms around Taehyung’s neck, bobbing in the water, “but you said you wanted to be a race car driver.”

“I did,” Taehyung admits, gaze hidden by the dark lighting.

“Why didn’t you? Why did you become a businessman?”

Taehyung pinches Junho’s flushed cheek, his deep chuckle prompting one of your own, although hidden.

“You’re so cute…Well, my dad…he…he was kind of like your dad.”

“Really? My dad was your dad?”

“No!” Taehyung cackles, swirling in the water, “I mean, your dad and my dad were similar. They weren’t around much.”

“But my dad is here now,” Junho objects, tiny ripples forming around his body compared to Taehyung’s.

You listen closely, hoping for more bits of information from Taehyung.

“That’s true. But my dad, he wasn’t there all the time, and he wasn’t as kind as yours. He didn’t want me to be a race car driver, that’s why I couldn’t.”

“Oh,” Junho says with a dejected slump to his shoulders, perking up a few seconds after, “but you still have lots of cars!”

“I do!”

“So you can be a race car driver.”

Taehyung sticks out his bottom lip in contemplation, “hmm maybe.”

“Hey, guys,” you announce, revealing yourself from behind the rack with two towels of varying sizes in hand, “time to come out. Otherwise, you’ll miss the clown show.”

“Mama! We were waiting for you for so long! You said you were gonna dip your feet. Come on.”

“Junh—”

“It’s his birthday,” Taehyung reminds, feigning a didactic tone, “you have to listen to the birthday boy.”

You narrow your eyes at Taehyung, he winks, gesturing for you to sit at the edge.

“Please!”

“Fine!”

Tossing the towels behind you, you lower to the edge with a hand on the railing and dip your big toe in, hissing at the temperature.

“It’s so cold!”

Junho chuckles with Taehyung, mimicking your squeals, “it will get warm! Just do it.”

Easing both your legs in till just below your knees, you get used to the temperature, kicking your feet in the water.

“Doesn’t it feel nice? Look, my fingers are old! Even his!”

You place your hands on either side of your thighs, gripping the lip of the pool, “that’s because you were in here for too long. Aren’t you guys hungry?”

“I am,” Taehyung admits, scrunching his nose when he turns to Junho, “what about you Smiley?”

“I am starving!”

Both you and Taehyung snigger, the sweet melody of his boyish laugh tinkering around you before you lock eyes. The corner of his mouth quirks into a smile.

“Hey Smiley?”

“Hm?”

“Remember our plan from earlier?”

Junho’s eyebrows furrow before they raise, a mischievous grin puffing out his cheeks.

“I remember.”

“What plan?”

The two of them glide toward you, eyes dancing. You raise your legs from the pool, ready to run away before it’s too late. One, huge splash of water wets the side of your dress. Junho continues splashing onto your face before you jump up to your feet, holding up your hands as a weak defence.

“Stop! I’m gonna get you guys for that!”

They high-five, too proud of themselves before Taehyung pushes him onto the tiled area, grabbing the towel you kick toward him.

“Junho, here, change and go outside before the clown show starts.” You wring out your hair, shivering slightly, “I need to change.”

Taehyung presses his although wet, warm chest into your back, fingers grasping your elbows, “let’s go change into dry clothes. I’ll help you.”

Junho rubs the towel into his hair, sprinting around the corner before stopping to step into his sandals. Once he’s out of sight, Taehyung fits a hand under your legs, lifting you off the ground bridal style.

Your hands wrap around his neck like second nature, inhaling his thick, heady scent, amplified after his swim. His wet hair hangs over his eyes. Your core clenches with need.

“Where to?”

“Junho’s room, upstairs.”

He nips at your earlobe, kicking the door open before dropping you onto the bed. Just as he is about to close the door, Bam squeezes in. You collapse in a fit of giggles, holding your stomach.

“Go,” Taehyung orders, pointing to the door.

Bam sits at the foot of the bed, unfazed by the tantrum Taehyung is throwing.

“Come on,” he claps, “GO!”

“Bam,” you chortle, “go on. Go find Junho.”

Taehyung sighs, having given up when he crawls between your legs, covering your mouth with his. Your fingers curl around his biceps, pushing him away slightly.

“I can’t.” You laugh, pointing at Bam who’s watching Taehyung place kisses down the column of your throat, suckling on the skin there to have you squirming. “Bam, go. Go on! Wait Tae.”

After successfully getting rid of Bam, you sit at the edge of the bed, peeling your wet clothing off your body. Taehyung palms himself through his shorts, rising from the mattress which forces you to step down, knowing what he wants by the gleam in his eyes alone.

He cups your chin, cooing at your obsequious manner of pulling out his half-hard cock from his wet shorts, stroking it till he’s fully hard and leaking all over your fist.

“That’s it,” he grits, “just like that.”

You roll your palm around his shaft, shifting uncomfortably with the throb in your core. He grips your hair in his hands, forcing you to halt all movements before he presses the weeping tip to your lips, hissing when your tongue flicks out in a kittenish lick.

“Don’t tease—fuck.” You watch the way he throws his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing under his tanned skin before his head lolls forward, fingers twisting in your hair.

“So good, shit, so pretty with your mouth wrapped around my cock.”

You moan around his length, tongue dragging up the underside before you suckle around the tip, hearing him curse. Your scalp prickles with how hard he tugs at your hair, positioning you the way he likes.

Relaxing your throat, your hands fall to your thighs as you prepare yourself for the ruthless snaps of his hips, tears prickling your eyes when the tip of his cock fits down your throat, nose pressing into his pubic bone.

“Look at you, letting me use your throat like this when anyone could walk in and see what a slut you are.”

You hum, hollowing out your cheeks as he fucks your throat raw, jaw going tired, slick pooling in your underwear. The thick veins running across his shaft twitch in your mouth, sweat beading across his chest and forehead when you swallow around him twice, patting his thigh for a breath of air.

He pulls you off his length, chuckling when your thighs slip wider and your heat makes contact with his foot.

“Taehyung,” you sigh, moaning when he flexes his foot against your clothed, puffy clit. Even if the friction is not enough, you rock your hips like it’ll give you what you need, heat unfurling in your abdomen.

“What?” He grunts, lifting your head with his hold on your hair, “can’t take my cock today? Open up.”

Drawing in a deep breath, you take him into the warm confines of your mouth, a mix of spit and precum dribbling down your chin and chest as you continue to grind on his foot, moans muffled by his cock that presses into your cheeks.

His taste bursts onto your tongue, blunt nails pressing into your thighs just as your pierces the backs of his thighs, chasing your orgasm, eyes wide open to watch the way his stomach trembles, lip caught between his teeth.

“Fuck, gonna—fuck so damn pretty. Taking my cock like a good girl. Keep doing that baby. Keep your tongue out. Fuuuuck.”

The next few seconds are painful for your jaw, tears ruining your mascara when he flexes his hips at an inhumane speed, cock lodged into your throat before he shoots his load into your mouth. Shuddering out your name as you suck and slurp, moaning with him.

You gulp down every last drop, hips lowering to get more out of the little relief his foot provides.

“Fuck, let’s see.”

He pats your chin with his thumb, prying your mouth open. You stick out your tongue, showing him that you swallowed it all. He pulls you to your feet, attacking your mouth with his hands travelling under your dress, a sound of disapproval rumbling from his chest when he finds that you’re wearing tights underneath.

You suckle on his tongue, mewling when he spanks your ass, long fingers spreading your cheeks apart.

“We should get back.”

“What?”

He grins, lips skimming down your cheek, “we’ll finish up here later. Plus, do you remember what you did yesterday? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

Of course, you still need to get used to what he likes, and what he doesn’t, because apparently, sending him sexy pictures when you miss him isn’t what he wants. And it only ends poorly for you.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he smiles, thumb smoothing over your cheek, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

It seems like everything you heard today was against your will. But that doesn’t stop you from waiting behind the door to hear what Jungkook and Sora are arguing about this time – even if you don’t care.

“I’d like to see how you handle things without me. I’m leaving.”

“Wait.”

“I’m tired of you wasting money on all this bullshit, money that we both earned.”

“Sora—”

She storms out, making a show of carting her luggage with Hwang following close behind, struggling to keep up with her.

Jungkook rubs his temple, patting Bam’s back before spinning around. It’s too late for you to hide because he spots you, features morphing into indifference.

“Uh…trouble in paradise.” It’s supposed to be a question, a dumb one, but it comes out as more of a statement.

His eyes drop to his phone screen, voice lowering to a whisper yet you still hear him as you brave a few steps closer.

“Hardly a paradise…you changed your outfit?”

“Yeah, it got wet…when I was at the pool…with water.”

“With water or,” he raises his head, eyebrow piercing glinting with the movement, “something else?”

“What?”

He swivels in the direction of the door, calling for Bam to follow him, “let’s cut the cake.”

Once you step outside, thankful that you had decided to wear your coat when the chilly breeze that kisses your neck, Taehyung drags you to the other side of the yard where his brother stands, monitoring the kids in the bounce house.

“Hi,” you greet, waving at the kids who are having a blast leaping around in the colorful space, “thank you so much for this, Seokjin.”

He smiles, leaning against the inflatable, “not a problem.”

Taehyung redirects your attention to the man standing nearby, a man you don’t recognize until he’s only a foot away. Your jaw goes tight, goosebumps prickling your skin.

“This is my friend I was talking about, Park Jimin.”

He bows, thrusting a box wrapped poorly in red paper, “nice to meet you. I brought this gift for your son, although I’m not too sure if he likes walkie talkies.”

You can’t move an inch, flashbacks from one of the most terrifying nights of your life resurface the longer you stare at him.

“You…We met before,” you bark, turning to Taehyung as you will the tears sitting on your lash line not to fall, “this is your friend?”

His smile sinks into a frown, reaching forward to grip your arm but you pull away, passing the blond man, who has been haunting you every night after you thought you were going to die at his hands, one last look.

Taehyung calls your name, cornering you behind the swing set, “let me explain.”

“Explain what? That guy—he’s the one from that night. Do you know that?”

He purses his lips, dipping his head to peer into your eyes but you keep your gaze on the ground, not ready to hear his answer.

“I know that but he—”

“You know? How could he be your friend? He’s the guy that’s been stalking me for months. Or longer, I don’t know! And he’s your friend? How could—” realization hits you like a ton of bricks, chest tightening “—unless you knew all along.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, shaking his head furiously, “no, no it’s not like that.”

“For weeks I was afraid to even step out of my home because of him and now he’s here at my son’s party as your friend? The guy I’m dating?!”

His palms curl around your shoulders but you shrug him off, ignoring the pang in your chest.

“Can you just listen to me? Park Jimin is not who you think he is. I tracked him down after that night and he agreed to helping me out.”

“Help you out with what?”

He takes a step back, eyes bouncing over your face before he looks away, “I can’t tell you just yet.”

Your throat works wildly, arms rigid at your sides, “Taehyung—”

“Can you just trust me?”

“I don’t know. You thought to bring him here to my son’s birthday party?” You grit, covering your hands with your sleeves, “I need some time to think.”

Taehyung nods, “okay, I understand.”

“Tell him to leave, right now.”

With a small nod, he returns to Seokjin and the blond guy, Park Jimin, broad shoulders slumped. The cogs in your brain are jammed, nudging into each other as they spark and hiss. You hug your arms, biting the corner of your mouth to prevent yourself from bawling your eyes out for everyone to witness.

“Trouble in paradise?”

You twist around with a gasp, hand brushing Jungkook’s tie that folds over his shoulder.

He laughs, proffering the bowl of caramel popcorn. On a regular day, you would inhale the treats in under five minutes, but today is not a regular day, and the sight along with the smell makes your stomach curl in on itself.

“It’s time for the gifts then we cut the cake,” he reminds, dusting his hands as he strolls away to where Junho is seated at the large table stocked with gifts.

The first gift he opens is from Seokjin – a toy rifle. You nearly throw up in your mouth.

It’s been nearly an hour since Junho started opening gifts, and they don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. Some guests had even left during it all. But alas, the fun must come to an end and the last gift Junho needs to open is from Taehyung. A box that could fit both you and Junho sat on a trolley.

You chew on your bottom lip, watching Junho tug at the string, each side of the box falls open to reveal a mini BMW i8 – one that looks exactly like his.

The air is filled with oohs and aahs, Junho’s shrieks of happiness adding to their delight as he hops into Taehyung’s lap, surprising you when he kisses his cheek.

“Thank you so much! I love it! Can I sit in it? I wanted it so bad! Thank you!”

“Of cour—”

“Junho,” Jungkook calls from his place next to you, “why don’t you try it out later? There’s still my gift.”

Taehyung rises to his full height, a look of guilt meeting your own before he returns to his seat behind you. You look away, ignoring the dull ache in your chest.

“Okay everyone,” Jungkook shouts, making a show of propping his foot on the chair, “follow me to the front yard!”

The noise starts once again, moving in a disorderly fashion. Yuri links her arm with yours, nudging your shoulder with her head.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…I’ll tell you later.”

Her words are cut off by a whipping sound a few streets away, getting louder and louder until a shiny, yellow car rolls into the driveway, illuminated by the golden hour. A bright red bow sits on the hood. It’s gorgeous.

“OH MY—DAD! IT’S A LAMBORGHINI URUS.”

“And it’s all yours!”

Your jaw drops, shaking your head in disbelief before you make your way to Jungkook, catching his sleeve between your nails.

“Jungkook, this isn’t an appropriate gift for a child.”

“I know,” he admits, greeting the man that steps out of the car, sunglasses fitted into his dark hair. You watch as the man hands the key to Jungkook, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

Too focused on what he’s saying, you don’t notice that your son is missing until he calls from inside the car, pressing on the horn.

“Junho!”

You dash toward him, words dying on your tongue once you take in the interior of the car.

“Isn’t it cool? It’s all mine!”

“Junho,” you scold, taking both his hands in yours, “you can’t drive.”

“That’s why—” Jungkook pats your shoulder, reaching for your hand before holding it palm up “—it’s yours.”

Your eyes bug out of your head, “mine?!”

Junho fiddles with the buttons in the car, voice louder than you’ve ever heard before, “YESSS.”

Jungkook leans forward to whisper in your ear, breath wafting over your face, “sexy car for a sexy mom.”

You’re at a loss for words, cheeks warming at his words. Did you hear right? He’s messing with you.

What the fuck?

You stare at the heavy car key in your hand, having forgotten that you’re surrounded by a crowd of people only when they burst into cheers around you. The kids approach the car like ants, Yoongi pats Jungkook on his back, wearing a proud, shy smile.

“Your dad is so cool!”

“Is it your car?”

“Can we go for a ride?”

Baffled, your eyes remain on your palm till you return to the pool area, finding Taehyung’s hollow smile, stare fixed on Jungkook.

“Congratulations.”

The rest of the evening is a drag, unable to finish your beer that has gone warm in your hands. Hoseok left, along with the rest of the guests, so it’s just you, Yuri, Yoongi, Jungkook and Taehyung who sit on the patio. Junho doesn’t count because he had passed out on Jungkook’s lap a while ago. The affable conversation taking place in  front of you leaves you astonished, but you shouldn’t have jinxed it.

“I have connections all over Japan, Jeon, what are you trying to prove?”

You’ve tried to keep your distance from Taehyung, but somehow you find yourself curling into his side. Must be the weather.

“What are you trying to prove? My new warehouse will be up and running before June this year.”

You perk up at that, glancing at Yoongi, “new warehouse? Yoongi, did you know about this?”

He shakes his head, lips jutting out.

Jungkook scoffs, head tilted loftily, “why don’t we all go down to visit? And I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”

Yuri groans, nuzzling into Yoongi’s neck, “all this business talk is making my head spin. It’s the weekend! Can I catch a break?”

Yoongi hums, “I think we’re gonna head home.”

“No,” Jungkook objects, rising from the bench with Junho still latched around his shoulders, “just come with me to the warehouse. Ten minutes max.”

It doesn’t take much persuasion, much to Yuri’s dismay. She falls into your arms, giving you a weak farewell hug.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Yoongi holds up a finger, “tomorrow, 8AM.”

You whine, “really? 9AM please.”

“No.”

“Argh.”

Side-stepping around the pit, you take a sleeping Junho from Jungkook’s hands, giggling when he breathes out a few drowsy words.

“He’s knocked out.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook snorts, securing his arms over your shoulders, “he was too excited to sleep last night.”

“I’ll uh—”

Jungkook adjusts the cap on his head, clearing the bench of sweet wrappings, “yeah, tomorrow. Kim Taehyung you’re coming to the warehouse now, right? I’ll give Yoongi the directions and you can follow him.”

“Alright.”

Taehyung helps you to the car, your old car, ensuring that Junho is buckled up. You’re ready to take off when he knocks on your window, bending down to mumble a short greeting.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

You sigh, “of course, we have a lot to discuss.”

He nods, hitting the window frame with the heel of his palm before stepping away. You know he won’t question it.

As you’re settling into the tub, you can feel the tension in your shoulders ebb away with each passing moment, warm water swirling around your toes, attempting to clear your head. But even the sensuous aroma of lavender can’t fill the holes in your thoughts, and you find yourself refilling the tub each time the water turns cold. Till you can’t anymore. You don’t know how long you spent in the bath. But the number of missed calls you have gives you an idea.

Twenty-six missed calls from Yuri.

You fit on your favorite pajamas, the supple material adds to your relaxation time as you flop down on the couch and give her a ring. But she doesn’t answer. You try again and again. Each time it goes straight to voicemail.

That’s odd.

Usually, she would pick up straight away.

Three knocks on your door catches your attention, phone kept against your ear as you press down the handle.

“Jungkook? What are y—”

Your eyes widen with horror, the red stain on the front of his baby blue shirt causing the phone to slip from your hands.

“Wh—”

He pushes you back inside, shutting the door behind him, eyes brimming with tears, “it’s not mine.”

“What then—”

“Yoongi.”

Blood drains from your face, fingers going cold before your vision becomes blurry, “Yoongi? W-What do you mean? Is he okay? Yuri she she—”

“Calm down,” he tries, but his brittle voice only adds to your panic. “Yoongi is in the ER now. He’ll be fine.”

“Jungkook,” you cry, pointing to the bloody stain marring his clothing, “is he—what happened?”

“He…was shot.”

Tears drip down your chin, knees giving out before Jungkook catches you in his arms, setting your trembling figure on the couch.

“H-How? Why? Is he okay?”

You ball the front of his shirt in your fists, “what did you do?!”

He glances down the hallway, easing his shirt out of your hands, “calm down. Relax.”

“Don’t tell me to relax! What did you do to him? Get away from me!”

“It wasn’t me,” he shouts, holding up his arms placatingly, “I swear! ___ relax, breathe. Do you want some water? He’ll be okay.”

“I don’t want water—” you stutter, lungs tightening as you clutch your chest, finding it difficult to steady your breaths.

“Hey, hey,” he coddles your frail body into your arms, chin propped on the crown of your head, “it’s okay. It’s okay.”

Your eyes slip shut, nails pressing into his shoulder as you try to regain control of your breathing – only one face bringing you peace. One voice.

“Hush, I’m right here. You’re a strong gir—…woman. Aren’t you?”

You exhale a deep, stuttered breath, finding comfort in the way he’s rocking you back and forth. Once you find your voice, a fresh wave of tears wet your cheeks, voice cracked.

“What happened? Is he gonna be okay?”

Jungkook nods, palm cradling the back of your head, “yeah.”

“How did it happen, Jungkook? Last I remember…he was at your warehouse.”

He keeps his gaze on your lap, nose crinkling.

“You’d have to ask Kim Taehyung.”

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It’s a No For Me

A/N: Pure fluff!!! I tried to add angst and smut, lmao, and failed. This is the same couple from Serotonin but it's a standalone. Anyway, thank you for the request, my love!!! Let me know what you think!! Taglist is here! Reqs are open, but I’m slow. -thanks, mgmt.

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Colson Baker x Reader

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The looks he kept giving you were irresistible; he bit his bottom lip while looking you up and down. Colson’s hands went through your braids, playfully pulling before you moved away. Colson groaned, sitting up in bed, “Why are you leaving so early?”

“Doctor’s appointment.” You chuckled as you drug your feet over to the dresser. You looked yourself over in the mirror. “I have one week of BC left, and you are not a champion of pulling out.”

“Excuse me; I’m the Undisputed Pullout Champ.” Colson’s face lit up. “You must be confused.”

“Keep believing that.” You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t see what would be wrong with some kids running around here?” Colson lit the end of his cigarette and inhaled.

“There are grown man kids running around here. That’s enough.”

“The thought of you running around here with my kid inside of you is sexy as hell. Just come back to bed.”

“No.” You said. “I will when they refill this birth control. Thanks, pullout king.”

“You don’t want my kids?”

“No.”

“No?” He asked, confused.

“No, I’m in my prime; I don’t want to wobble around while you party your ass off.”

“I would settle down for you.”

“Right. See you later there, champ.” You peck his cheek, and he grabs you playfully, pulling you down on the bed. “I’m going to be late.”

“I want that no to be a yes; change it for me?”

“It’s a solid no for me.”

“Wrong answer,” Colson put his cigarette on the nightstand, not caring if the house burned down or not. “Come on... one baby.”

“We just got back to being a normal couple; I still have my apartment just in case I decide I hate you.”

“You can’t hate me.” He admitted what you knew already.

“I can.” You say correcting him. “I have hated you. You’re not as sweet and funny as you think.”

“That’s bullshit; I’m sweet as hell.”

“I’m going to be late, and I don’t have time to argue with you today.”

“So the thought never crossed your mind, not even once?”

“I was late last once, and it crossed my mind, remember you bought twenty-eight tests.” that day was full of anxiety, and you were not there for it.

“Yeah, I still got the remaining twenty-seven in the closet.” Colson rolled his eyes. “I want kids. Kinda upset you don’t want one with me.”

“Oh wow, you’re pouting.”

“I don’t fucking pout.” He said, pouting. “Go to the appointment. Bye.”

“You’re a kid asking for a kid.”

“Y/N, you’re gonna be late, and you’re killing my morning vibe. Go.”

“If I leave, are you going to talk to me when I get back?”

“Yeah, bye.” he was once again short with you turning on his side with his cell phone in hand. “Get out. Go get medicated.”

“Rude, bye Colson.”

The appointment was quick; she wrote you another prescription, and you were back at his place with food, a better attitude, and a surprise for him. “Col! Col!”

No answer but all of the random cars he owned were here parked in the driveway. “Babe! I come bearing food and cake!” The puppy stirred in your arms, anxious to get down and explore. If he wanted a new responsibility, he had one. The Grey Dotson had floppy ears with a long-haired coat. Not the dog he would have picked, but you liked him.

The shower water running upstairs answered your question as to why he was ignoring you. “Colson!”

“What! You’re gonna make me fall in here calling my name like that!” The shower water stopped, and he rounded the corner entering the room. “What the fuck is that?”

“This is Champ.”

“It’s a no for me.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I hate you.” Colson laughed. “This is not a baby, and how in the hell are you gonna name him Champ without my vote.”

“I named him after you.”

“You’re funny. Fucking Champ.” Colson smiled, leaning in the doorjamb with the white towel hanging from his hips. “Is this a test?”

“You have a tour, I have a job, and I don’t want a child right now... but that doesn’t mean I don’t want one period. So we have Champ.” You held him up.

“That’s not a compromise. I wanna put a baby inside of you, not pick up shit.”

“You can practice with the baby-making.” You grinned. “I like practicing with you.”

“Well- I get to practice, you pick up the shit. Better yet, give that to your nieces and nephews, and we can visit on weekends. Be a great aunt and uncle.”

“I just bought Champ,” you groaned.

“And now you’re gonna just give him as a gift.”

He was not impressed.

“You’re still mad.”

“I’m not happy; I say I want a baby, and you bring me a furball.”

The puppy squirmed down and left the room. “Not a good compromise?”

“A good compromise would have been head and a maybe later.”

“I can still do that.”

“Oh, for real. Bet, Lock the dog out.”

“You’re a trip, come on.” You tapped your legs, and Champ ran over to you. “He’s our responsibility now. You can get head later. Get dressed.”

Colson leans over you. “Six months, and we start trying?”

“One year.”

“Nine months.” He rebuts.

“See you downstairs, daddy.” You say, moving away from him.

“Don’t call me that shit; the dog will go in the hallway.” He winked. “I mean it.”

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𝙅𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙔 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

∘ request(s):

Ooh maybe edgy!karl teaching skateboarding :o. I’m also in uni and I remember my first frat party was quite interesting 😂 -🦋

ahhhh part four of your edgy karl was soooo good!!! could i get jealous karl? maybe someone else is hitting on the reader at a party

please please please more edgy!karl if u can. like maybe where him and reader get into a fight because he gets like jealous and he just shows the reader who they belong to fjsjjsj thankyouuu !! 🤍🪐 x

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), smut, light bdsm, jealous, somewhat toxic behavior, crude language, frat boys (again), mentions of masterbation, biting, domination, spanking

∘ word count: ~3200

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

a/n: not me having to watch daddy tony hawk tutorials for this bc I'm uncultured and only skateboarded for like three months when I was 14 :)))

thank you for all the requests (especially 🦋 ily). if any of you have ideas for what I should call this series, lemme know! as always, have a great week and happy reading :)

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The parking lot behind the campus union was barren. The morning dew in the air left a sweet smell to combine with Karl’s cologne as he walked beside you, his arm bumping yours as he listened to you nervously ramble on about one of your classes. You weren’t sure why, but the thought of falling on your ass in front of Karl terrified you more than anything. This man had degraded you and made you completely submit to him in the past, yet you were worried that not being able to master his ~craft~ would ruin his image of you. 

He dropped his skateboard, his feet settling on it lazily as he rolled beside you. You watched quietly as he stopped, kicking his foot down on the front of his board so it popped into his hand. “You won’t fall. I’ve got you,” he joshed, tugging on your hand so you were in front of him. 

He set the board down, his hands going to your hips as you stepped on it. His fingers dipped under the hem of your sweatshirt, your skin lighting up at his touch as if his hands belonged on you. “You look like an anemic Victorian boy. I don’t trust you as a safety net,” you grumbled, your hands covering his. You knew, roughly, how to skate from a middle school phase you had. Karl only promised to teach you a few tricks, but to say you were rusty would be an understatement. 

He chuckled darkly, nudging you closer to the middle of the board and peering over your shoulder to look at your stance. “I’ve fucked you without your feet touching the floor. I think I can catch you before you hit the ground, baby,” he chided, making you scoff. 

Your cheeks flushed with heat at his words. “Dirty, dirty boy,” you mumbled. He instructed you on how to kick the board up to where you needed it. His words were simple and almost plain like he knew you could figure it out. You attempted to push the board up, but crashed into Karl’s arms, your back thumping against his chest. 

He giggled slightly as he straightened you up, setting you back on the board as his foot kept it from rolling out from under you. His hands hovered over your hips again as he moved his foot, leaving you to balance on your own. “If you fall correctly, people will just think you were giving really good head,” he jested. You shoved his arms away at his words as he laughed at his own joke. 

You attempted a few more times and nearly had it down before Karl’s hands were on your hips again, giving you further instructions. You fought not to smile as his breath ghosted against your neck. You knew he cared about teaching you something that---on paper---was seemingly so easy, but his vulgar teasing was beginning to swarm your head. With his next steps set as your goal as well as the feeling of his hold on you, you kicked the board up and attempted to jump with it. While your brain was up to speed, your feet weren’t, sending the board out from beneath you and you to fall into its place. 

Karl snorted as choked back a laugh at you scrapping your hands on the concrete. “Come on, don’t be a pussy. Try again,” he chided, voice uneven and laced with whatever dark humor he was getting from watching you do this. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, letting him tug you up in front of him. As you wobbled on the board once again, you let his hands dig into your sides. Obviously, it seemed that he actually was worried about dropping you again, despite the fact that he was holding back some kind of sick laugh. “You would be great at teaching a kid how to ride a bike,” you quipped, the fact that he called you a pussy seeping into your mind. 

You gasped slightly as you slipped again, this time Karl’s arms wrapping around you tightly, pressing your body against his. “Awe, you want me to put a baby in you, pet?” He jeered with his lips near your ear. You shrugged out of his grip, breaking up your indecent thoughts at his comment. 

You could feel the heat rising to your ears as you balanced on his skateboard again. “Stop, you perv,” you deflected, hoping he couldn’t tell how hard you were having to bite back a smirk. 

After your skateboarding escapades, you sat typing away at your computer, Karl occasionally looking over his phone to peer at you. His legs were thrown lazily on either side of you as he stretched out on his pillows. 

An alarm went off on Karl’s phone, startling you in the process. He fought against smirking at your surprise as he sat up, crawling over to you. “Okay, I gave you two hours,” he stated, leaning forward to press his lips against yours and gently close your computer. The taste of him on your tongue was like a drug for you, leaving you constantly wanting more. 

You smirked into his kiss as your brain finally caught up with you. “I hope that document saved, asshole,” you groaned, pushing him back into his pillows as he chuckled at you. His fingers dragged up the length of your thighs, squeezing the flesh in his hands as you straddled him. “Fucking weirdo, timing me. Who are you, my dad?” You teased, pressing a kiss to his neck and digging your fingers into his hair. 

He moaned lowly, grinding against you. “Oh fuck yeah. Call me daddy,” he cantered. 

“No,” you answered simply. You sat up, reaching over to his top drawer in search of protection, but running your fingers over a lacy garment instead. Your brows knitted together as your gaze shot to the drawer, your underpants dangling from your finger. Karl tucked his hands behind his head, looking up at you nonchalantly as your mind flashed with memories of your time in the bathroom. 

Before you had the opportunity to ask him what he was still doing with them, his door popped open to reveal one of Karl’s roommates, his name beginning with a D but slipping your mind. “What are you guys doing in here?” He asked with a rather dopey smile, gesturing to Karl still between your legs. “Everyone’s downstairs, come on.” You and Karl shared a look as he left. 

You leaned back down to him, kissing him briefly before pressing your lips to his neck again. “Wanna come over instead?” You suggested softly, your lips ghosting over his ear. 

Karl loped down the stairs in front of you, a heavy layer of smoke hanging in the air above your heads. A mass of people crammed themselves together, finding solace in each other after the long week. If you weren’t so hung up on getting into Karl’s pants, you might have considered joining them. 

Before the two of you could reach the door, someone called out for Karl. Their voice boomed over the loudness of the music, making Karl wince slightly. His face flattened into a frown as “Todd” waved at the two of you. Karl took a few slugging steps to stand close enough to Todd’s group that they wouldn’t have to yell at each other. You settled your hand on Karl’s hip as you wrapped your hand around his waist, leaning against him. Todd’s eyes traced over you. 

He wet his lips. “You guys leaving already?” He asked, leaning back in his chair and accepting the joint offered to him. From an outsider’s perspective, he looked like the king of the castle. Luckily, you knew better. “Come on, play a game with us!” He suggested, patting the empty spot beside him. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could tell Karl was rolling his eyes. “I got a seat warmed up for you, baby girl,” he nodded towards you. 

You perked an eyebrow in his direction and Karl slipped his hand into yours nonchalantly. “Thanks, but no,” Karl stated. 

“Come on, Karl. Don’t make me pull pin.” At Todd’s words, Karl groaned reluctantly, the sound barely audible. You furrowed your brows at him. “Fifteen minutes. We were gonna play Never Have I Ever.” 

You leaned towards Karl. “What’s pulling pin?” You mumbled. 

“Flexing rank,” he grunted back. He tugged you with him to join the group. Before you could sit down, Todd pulled you into the spot beside him. You laughed nervously, watching as Karl’s features darkened as he sat across from the two of you. Todd handed you a drink, which you took but avoided sipping out of. 

A boy beside Karl piped up. “Okay, so never have I ever graduated high school. My degree is literally fake.” The boy smiled before taking a drink, making you giggle slightly. Todd draped his arm around the back of the couch where you were sitting. He wasn’t touching you exactly but every ounce of his being was getting under Karl’s skin. 

Todd smugly shook his head. “No, Zeke. Those aren’t the rules. You have to say something that’s not true about you. Like…” he trailed off slightly, his gaze settling on you before his mouth twisted into a smirk. “Never have I ever slashed someone’s tires.” 

You humored him with a subtle smile as if to ask if he was serious. He gestured towards Karl, who took a drink. You bit back a grin. “Well, never have I ever masturbated to a girl my roommate’s sleeping with,” Karl retaliated. Your eyes grew wide, suddenly happy to watch the event unfold before you. 

Todd took a drink after glaring at Karl. He leaned closer to you, this time his arm dropped to pull you against his side. “Do you wanna take a turn?” You shook your head, flashing your eyes to Karl before looping your fingers with Todd’s. Karl chewed the inside of his cheek, looking like he was holding back another laugh. “Alright, I’ll go.” Todd brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your palm. “Ah, I know. Never have I ever betrayed the secret oath of the frat and called the police.” 

Karl took another sip, his eyes on you. “Yeah, because never have I ever set the house on fire trying to light a bong,” he answered, making you snort. 

You let your free hand settle on Todd’s knee. “Awe, I’d light your bong for you,” you chided, making Todd laugh as he took a drink. 

“I bet you could do a lot for me, Princess,” he flirted, his lips nearing your ear. You raised your eyebrows in Karl’s direction, who was sitting with his chin in his hand. His expression was darkly entertained as you flirted with Todd. “Speaking of,” Todd looked to Karl again. “Never have I ever fucked someone on my roommate’s bed,” he teased, tucking his nose in the crook of your neck. 

Karl smirked. “You’re right, you probably haven’t,” he stated simply, downing the rest of his drink. Todd tensed slightly beside you. Karl stood, ruffling the hair of one of the other Brothers that were in the group before holding his hand out for you to take. As the two of you left, you heard one of the guys whistle and say something about never having peed in a pool before. 

As the two of you left the house, you walked in time with Karl’s heavy steps, swinging your entwined hands as if you were completely oblivious. “I can’t believe I made you jealous,” you taunted. You could practically see the steam rolling off his shoulders as he opened the passenger car door for you. Before you could slip into the seat, Karl’s hand gripped the back of your neck, bringing you to press your lips roughly against his. He pinned you between him and the cool metal of the car as the taste of beer spread across your tongue. 

His fingers dug into your hips, his other hand tightening around your throat. The coolness of his tongue ring was a welcomed sensation as you attempted to find friction against his hips. Your fingers moved to close around his wrist as he pulled away, leaving you gasping for air. His face was expressionless as his gaze danced from your lips to your eyes. “I’m going to fuckin’ ruin you for the way you acted,” he ribbed, stepping away from you. 

You nearly slid down the side of the car at his words. “Okay,” you whispered, heat rising to your cheeks and ultimately to your core. 

Karl’s calm exterior followed you until you finally got your apartment door open. Karl pinned you against the wood of your bedroom door, reaching to twist the lock as his lips began to commandeer your own. His hands dragged up your thighs beneath your skirt, squeezing at the flesh roughly. He yanked your shirt off, grinding his hips up and against yours as his teeth moved to nip at the skin of your neck before returning to badger your lips. 

The taste of beer on his lips blended with your flavored chapstick as your tongue slipped into his mouth. In a mess of tugging and biting each other, your body melted into his rough grasp. You wanted whatever repercussions his twisted mind could come up with. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted to you. You fought against diving your hands into his jeans to beg him to continue, but he broke away from you as you fought to catch your breath. 

Your lips were buzzing as the feeling of him still lingered. He brought his hand up to your jaw, tipping your chin up to him. “Fucking slut,” the devil’s grin painted across his face before he continued, pressing his lips against yours once more, his grin dragging your bottom lip between his teeth. “You act like I don’t fucking own you,” he nearly growled, his face hovering over yours as his hand squeezed your throat. You moaned quietly as he regulated your breathing with his hand. You wanted to drink in his dark, commanding appearance. 

He pushed you back on the bed, making you instinctively crawl up towards the pillows. He smirked slightly, undoing his belt and slipping it into his hands. He put the garment on your bedside table. After tugging his shirt off, he was on top of you again, pushing you into the pillows and the fluffy comforter. Karl’s lips seared yours, showing you how much command he had over your body. He ground his hips against yours, the fabric of his jeans digging into you to elicit a moan echo from your mouth. You could feel his erection hardening against your leg, the tension deep within you tightening at the prospect of what he was going to do to you. 

His fingers tugged at your skirt, gripping the material in his fist and dragging it down your body as if it was nothing. He flipped you, your elbows crowding the pillows as you felt him sit on your back, snapping the belt in his hands again. You let out a short breath as Karl’s nails raked up your back before his fingers dipped in your hair, tugging your head back to look at him. “I want you to scream my name tonight,” he groaned. You obliged as he dropped his grip on you. 

He pulled your wrists between the bars of your headboard before binding you to the metal with his belt, yanking the leather to sinch against your skin. He dropped his head to press his lips against your shoulder, a tender nod of affection you knew would be the last. You leaned on your side to watch him sit back on his knees to unbutton his jeans. “Be gentle,” you leered, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth to fight your grin again as you watched him spit into his hand and stroke himself in preparation.

He chuckled. “I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart,” he murmured darkly through a smirk. He pulled your hips up and against his own, forcing your face into the mattress. Your hands tightened around the metal bars, as he angled himself at your entrance before driving himself into with an act of force you knew you deserved. A moan of his name slipped past your lips as his fingers dug into your hips, thrusting into you to drive himself deeper into you. “That’s right. I want the neighbors to know who’s fucking you,” he groaned, snapping his hips against yours. 

Moans of pure bliss escaped your lips as his head neared yours. Karl used your hips as leverage for his unwavering pace, leaving you a mess of pleasure beneath him. His lips found their way to your neck as he nipped against the sensitive skin. You wanted him to mark you, to claim you, and he deserved to. His hand from your hair became wrapped around your throat as he began to reach his peak. 

His hand slapped your ass with such force you knew there was a handprint, but you were too overwhelmed with the noises escaping his lips and your climax threatened to disobey your control to be concerned with the sting. If anything it threatened to push you over the edge. Your hands pulled against the leather of his belt as he pounded into you. 

Your toes began to curl as he leaned over you, his breath fanning against your shoulder as you bit back heavy moans of pleasure. Karl’s hand was knotted in your hair again, his other fisting the sheets beside you. “Who’s making you feel this good? Huh?” You moaned out his name as he punctuated his sentence with the thrusts of his hips. “That’s right, you fucking slut.” You tightened around him, your orgasm sweeping over you with an element of shock. 

You could practically hear Karl’s smirk as he moaned at the sight of you coming undone beneath him. He continued to ride you, finishing rather abruptly. He pressed his lips between your shoulder blades before loosening the belt around your wrists. Your back popped as you were finally able to move freely. He bit back a chuckle as you gingerly snuggled beneath the covers beside him. You slipped your hand across his torso, hugging his side against your chest as he rested an arm behind your head. 

As you laid your head on his chest, his heartbeat began to steady, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin. “I’d rather eat my own feet than sleep with Todd, you know,” you croaked, realizing just how much your voice was weakening, breaking the silence between the two of you. 

Karl chuckled softly. “Me too,” he commented, making you smile slightly. “I’m actually…” he paused slightly before continuing as if searching for what he wanted to say exactly. “I’m actually not sleeping with anyone else.” 

You couldn’t fight the smile spreading across your face. “I’m not either.” You hugged him tighter, letting his fingers twirl into your hair. “I’m good with you.” 

“I’m good with you, too,” he mirrored, a smirk evident in his voice as his other hand traced over the red marks on your wrists from his belt. 

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[supermassivesimp]

Savior Complex | Lex Luthor x Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You're always there for Lex even in the worst times.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mental illness, drugs, mentions of smut but not really lol, angst, fluff? sad boy Lex.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: English is not my first language. I based this on the song savior complex by phoebe bridgers and I hope you like it bc I cried.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

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You and Lex have been dating for over a year now, at the beginning it wasn't anything serious but with time both of you found yourselves falling for each other, for example; once you took Lex for a walk on the beach when he was stressing over his job. He never thought he would like the feeling of sand between his feet, he used to hate it, but that day... it felt different and almost comforting, that moment was when he realized you were the most beautiful thing he had in his life, always taking care of him even when he said he is okay or the fact that you never seem frightened when he's all mad and psychotic. You are always there. Like in this exact moment.

Both of you were in his car smoking weed somewhere between Gotham and Metropolis laughing your asses off like a pair of teenagers. He felt so alive. After a while, you calm down and sigh turning up to him.

“Okay, seriously, you had never done this?” He laughs

“My dad was too strict, every time I tried to be a rebel he just…” Silence.

You looked over at him, tears were filling his eyes and he frowned his eyebrows. How he looked so beautiful when he was so sad? You got closer to him taking his hands off the wheel and putting yours over his cheeks caressing them softly and wiping the tears that were falling from his face.

Oh, Lex. He was so broken. And the worst part was that you couldn’t do anything to help him, you’ve already tried. Millions of times. The only thing you can do now is staying with him until something happens.

You didn’t know how long you had been holding his head, but it felt like hours, and you couldn’t wait anymore so you kiss him. Trying to make him notice how loved he is, and apparently, he notices because he holds your waist like his life depended on it. You had never known him so vulnerable and truthful.

Minutes pass for you to break the kiss and he tries to get more but you stop him.

“Take me home, Lex.”

He understands it right away.

He takes you to your apartment and you end up between the sheets kissing, touching, and worshiping every inch of each other until he falls asleep beside you finally calm. You admired his features. The way his hair falls over his cheekbones and jawline, the tip of his nose, the softness of his lips, and how his eyebrows and eyelids start moving after a while. He was dreaming. Internally you begged it wasn’t a nightmare.

Once you spent the night with Lex at his house. It wasn’t a great day. He called you because he was too stressed and he thought maybe fucking will make him feel better. But when you entered his house and opened the door of his father’s office you saw him. He was so angry, screaming and throwing everything he could find against the wall, in the end, he crawled up on the floor sobbing with his hands pulling his hair, that was when you ran up to hug him.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You told him and looked at him, he was shivering and crying. Poor boy, you thought. “Come here.”

“It’s me, don’t worry.” You whispered. “Wanna go for a walk?” He nodded. That night you took him to the beach.

With a little bit of effort, you took him up to his bed and undressed him while he was still crying. You didn’t know what had happened but you couldn’t just leave him there so you stayed. His head was on your lap while you stroked his long blond hair and after a while, you two fall asleep but that didn’t last too much because at two in the morning he woke up sweating having a panic attack. Moments later you woke up too and you saw him swinging side to side. You put your hand on his back and he jumped.

“y/n?” Said Lex returning you to reality. You hummed. “I love you” A smile appeared on your face.

“I love you too.”

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[siriusmydeer]

🌗congrats on 800 followers!! could I have a blurb -angst prompt 24 please?

her maroon lipstick

sirius black x fem!reader

summary: sirius looked at everyone but you

word count: 1.1k

warnings: cheating, hinted wolfstar, blackinnon bc that deserves a warning, unrequited love, kissing, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, angst, self doubt, insecurity, mentions of sex

a/n: if u couldnt tell inwas feeling mean today and isa told me to break her heart so: *que jazz hands*

you loved sirius black— maybe even adored the boy, but you knew you probably loved him a little bit too much. he loved you as well, he at-least told you he loved you, and you didn’t want to presume he was a liar. he had always looked at you, your looks, your body, your face but he never had truly seen you; your soul, your essence, you’re entire being.

he was always gazing at someone else entirely, you didn’t wanna know it, or see it, but you did. it didn’t matter who he was looking at but it definitely wasn’t you. wether it was his lycanthrope of a bestfriend, or the local gryffindor beater marlene fucking mckinnon, they weren’t you.

throughly the same frequent sentences were pushed into the back of your mind with the same coherent words, ‘it’s fine, they’re just hanging out.’ or ‘it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.’ but those were simply just your excuses for him.

that night before a quidditch game you had been blown off, yet a-fucking-gain. you truly weren’t surprised, you expected his neglect. but the feeling of dejection truly lingered through every nerve in your bloodstream. you weren’t the number one in his life; you were a backup, a second option, or your personal least favourite.... just not enough.

because marlene, was more important. he had to go study with her— i mean since when does sirius fucking study? he simply doesn’t, he doesn’t study, and he doesn’t fucking care. but still reminding yourself, ‘it’s fine, they’re just going over stuff.’ i mean even james and peter had perceived something you were unaware of.

a day later, a gryffindor win— against slytherins of course, a significant calling for celebration. unconcerned you threw on a simple outfit, nothing too fancy, school was overrated as it is and a mini-league quidditch game certainly didn’t deserve a special outfit no matter how many times your friends detested to your statements. as soon as the game had ended, the raven-haired males eyes didn’t search for you rather a tall brunette with pearly white teeth and dark maroon lipstick.

sirius of course had his troublesome past, you knew of his family, and his sexual-run arounds that went to hogwarts. it wasn’t a shock to you, you had just denied yourself to be one of his easy people. but to your pure-promised heart, you didn’t just become one of them you became the one. not to love, but simply to fuck.

you were just company when nobody else could be, and even though you swore not too; you let yourself because you fell for him, or maybe it was his mask of flirty gestures and lingering kisses.

you made your way to the gryffindor tower, the hallways dead silent to the point where you could hear the drop of a pin or the swish of someone’s hair. the seventh years succeeding in performing a muffling charm that barred any supervisor from suspicion of a party.

as soon as the portrait whole swung at your mumble of the password you were met with immense clamour and uproar from all the celebrating students. the potent smell of marijuana and fire whisky hitting your nose, immediately scowling at the first whiff of the aroma.

couples had been scattered and sprawled across the deep-vermillion coloured couches. all noise drowned out by the deafening amount of rock music, picked by sirius no doubt.

you knew in the nook and crannies of your mind you should’ve scrabbled this together, it should of been suspected, or rather even bound to occur. but nobody should ever expect to see their boyfriend drunkenly making out with another woman, ever.

you didn’t want to cry, or look weak, i mean you felt ashamed. we’re you not good enough? we’re you had to him? did you not check up on him enough? but maybe it wasn’t on you— maybe it was on him.

maybe he was the one who fucked up— he didn’t treat you good enough. he didn’t spend enough time with you. all in that moment you felt— was the burning bitch of an emotion, rage. pure and simple rage.

you felt the thump and click in your feet as you belligerently marched over to the kissing bunch, his arms taking a harsh grip at her waist and the aroma of alcohol abundantly clear as you got closer.

you jabbed a few times on his shoulder, the rustled leather familiar underneath the pad of your pointer finger. the boy pulled away with a drunken-grimace, prepared to shout at anyone who had interrupted him until he saw it; your face filled with abundant anger.

oh shit— you had caught him right in the act.

“y/n, listen—“ the boy started before your eyebrows had creased in immense frustration and anger of his foolish excuses. choosing to ultimately speak first and think later.

“no, you listen sirius! you’ve treated me like absolute shit, like i’m the last fucking option in your palm— like i’m not your girlfriend that you have confided in, and kissed, and fucking slept with! i really don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t walk around acting like you own the place when you can’t get one damn thought straight. so you can’t come to me as a last option anymore, you can go stick your player bullshit right your own damn arse!” your voice was heaving in such anger of him, finally opting to pick yourself— not to be a second choice, not anymore.

after your monologue built over months and months of culpability for feeling like you couldn’t never be enough for him, and irritability that he had never truly cared was full forced in one speech cutting him off for good.

you quickly spun around the mahogany floor, striding directly out of the red and gold common room; you heard the quick pad of footsteps behind you whilst walking in the hallway, swivelling around again seeing your befuddled and tipsy ex-boyfriend try and catch up with your exasperated steps.

a deep shade of maroon smudged down the curvature of his lips and the planes of his olive-toned chin, yeah, fuck you sirius.

“now what the absolute fuck do you want now?” you whisper-shouted in the midst of the hallway, trying not to alert the attention of filch or professor mcgonagall.

“i love you, y/n, please—“ the boy attempted to plead in the midst of his sentence and deeply failing whilst slurring his words, the alcohol abstinently pining through his nervous system showcasing his bleary vision through his viewpoint; venturing for your forgiveness, but your decision had been made the moment he was caught locking lips with the gryffindor beater.

“tell me that when you’re sober.”

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[waytoeden]

1.6: Mudd’s Women

note: trigger warning for sexual assault & human trafficking - these are topics present in this episode and in my comments; please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to these topics ❤️ stay safe babes

also one of my least favorite episodes because i feel like they just brush past the obvious sex trafficking?? the federation is quite literally the space police can’t they do something about this?? apparently not just like the real police

why is uhura not in red??? this is uncomfortable

kirk not listening to scotty ever is so funny

not the lithium crystals :/

g-g-g-g-girls???

i do love their outfits tho

spock is so funny i love him being disgusted with scotty & mccoy

“men will always be men no matter where they are” i hate this why is everyone horny

he just called these three girls his “cargo” are you kidding me

the face spock makes at kirk is so funny

sulu trying to be straight

he tells these girls “don’t submit to a med check” oh my god

i hate this mans mustache

uh oh seduction alert

“i recruit wives for settlers” so human trafficking?

“there was no men on my planet” :/ sounds like a dream

the guards are hearing him talk about taking over the ship and they do nothing??

bones pls keep it in your pants

she’s radioactive

this girl is so pretty man gay moment

WHY ARE KIRK & EVE TALKING THROUGH THIS SCREEN this is so weird

jim is absolutely not a paragon of virtue

uh jim?? maybe ask her what she meant by that??

pls don’t tell me she’s pregnant

spock’s little smirk while bones is talking

bones saying “bleep”

this scene is just:

“it’s a miracle for some man who can appreciate it and who needs it.” gross

also they didn’t “turn ugly” they really just took off their makeup

bruh you cannot trade crystals for women

“if we like them. we’d like to have a look at them first, of course.” “trot them out, captain” this is so fucking gross

these miners are ASSHOLES

“you could get lost 12 feet from your doorstep” cool detail i bet thats not gonna give her an idea

this is the weirdest party i’ve ever seen

“the sound of male ego. you travel halfway across the galaxy and it’s still the same song”

“female cooking again” bro what?? he’s mad bc she made him food??

“i’ve tasted better - by my own hand” asshole

WHY ARE THE CARDS CIRCULAR i both hate and love when they try to make everything quirky and space-y

"yes in the future we decided that rectangular playing cards are inconvenient and stupid"

pls she literally just took her makeup off AND SHE LOOKS GREAT WITHOUT MAKEUP ON

“men - more aggressive; women - more feminine” yes because those traits are opposites of each other this makes sense sure

“you can’t condemn the women” “i can” ok that's a very sexist but very funny line

venus drugs? those are just gummy vitamins

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY BRO?? THEY ARE

“there’s only one kind of woman” nice

jim’s smirk when mudd says “they’ll throw away the key” if jim appeared as a character witness

what if these women don’t wanna be with these guys?? this is concerning

“a most annoying emotional episode” i agree spock

“the fact that my internal arrangement differs from yours, doctor, pleases me to no end”

the message of this one…apparently not that human trafficking is bad..maybe just ”believe in yourself”

#star trek the original series #st: tos #star trek tos #the original series #star trek #mudd's women #tos rewatch

[nochiquinn]

exandria unlimited episode 2: there is no witty title for this that they didn’t already do IN THE EPISODE and I’m upset about it

OH NO PLATEAU

Dorian Stagename

"a simple faun druid" made of poison flowers

dwarf himbo

omar: NOT AGAIN

oh THAT'S why matt did that to his face

THE BROKEN GLASS IN THE INTRO IS RESIDUUM

A Baby Left In Prison

please turn the baby ankheg loose in emon, please please please

aw man

"people take care of expensive things"

perception check for the MASSIVE CLOUD OF SMOKE

"to be honest we're all very attractive"

"making erratic choices" you've nailed that part already

my mom's voice yelling "YARD SALE"

liam is carrying this group on melee, stealth, AND brain cells

oh no is this just the kids scrambling around the school in breakfast club

I LOVE THEM

I love the mental image of Opal Elle Woodsing while Dorian gets flailed around in the background

gaslight gatekeep girlboss

when there was only one set of footprints, it was when you were being thrown around by a probable assassin

ashley looked at caduceus' staff and said "gimme"

1/3 nelson

aabria accidentally does her dating sim after all

just squiggle out of the grapple

"his head that I wanna punch is so far away"

aimee carrero is a national treasure

broad rainlight

POINT BLANK ELDRITCH BLAST

"the sophie's choice of warlocks"

"roll your real dice! coward!"

"all the girls get rope training" I was gonna insinuate something about vex and percy but I feel like we knew

opal can help, she's clearly good at tying knots

til the name for a pergola

like I knew what it WAS but I didn't know the name for it

he drinks and he knows things

VIBRANIUM

you could SEE the realization on her face

"first giggle fit of the show" SOMEHOW

do you spice

whitestone: is it drugs yet

oh no.

god bless matt committing to this bit

cool I hate it

"we're a chaotic group" you just noticed

"we're all nonsense!"

aabria mouthing "the shade!" at the camera

the image of sparkly pink and purple opal with the black onyx crown is very nice

opal(/aimee?) just stumbling her way through the plot

"you nailed it! but you don't know that, because you rolled like dirt!"

every time aabria side eyes the camera three years are added to my life

I know We Knew but it's nice to hear keyleth's name again

feywild field trip FEYWILD FIELD TRIP

I can't figure out if I want this animated bc it would be SO much fun or if I don't bc I don't want this chaos confined to a script

"what is the alignment of a banana"

"the grapes are FUCKED"

syngorn crest??? arty get out of here

"her hooves are made for walking"

ugh ugh ugh too real dial it back

ashley WILL find an animal to give scritches, even if she has to make it herself

man I want that pride shirt

dariax

"non-binary halfling" oh, same

I swear I've been listening, something is Fucking Up with the Fire Plane and all I can think about is Allura

OH NO PLATEAU

"you grabbed the crown but you couldn't grab a little more FOOD?!"

IT'S A CROWN IN A BOX

Athlete's Foot of the Spider Queen

it's the starter area from botw

fearne needs advantage, she gots goat feet

ashley burn your dice

"darian" VALIDATION that's what I keep trying to say

(robbie IS "darien" lmao) (huehuehue sailor moon joke)

how. how often have you been almost-stabbed, opal.

"I grab Faun - Fearne - DAMN YOU ALL"

"you're YOUR OWN PAIR"

"it's for windy boys ONLY"

"I'll take a ribbon from somewhere" "BE SPECIFIC"

beans for the time soup

[dbza voice] SEN-ZU BEAN!

mister stop eating the weird sky ash

Why Don't You Just Shoot It

"I made such a mess and it's not my problem to clean it up"

big mister??

I came back to opal's magic not working??

"did I STUTTER??"

no it's because you GOT IN A BITCH FIGHT WITH YOUR PATRON

TOLD YOU

"I AM your magic, BITCH!"

"I have a twin sister" "who's a mountain?"

The Ash Hole

they broke aabria

they broke matt

they broke

"I'm really banking on the fact that my parents will not be watching"

"this is so stupid" "yes this is dungeons and dragons, what's your point"

"I will kill you in two episodes bc you turned my cool sigil into a butthole"

oh no!! vapor mister!!

also it is 1:20 am

SEE OPAL

wait a dire what, I zoned out bc of the aforementioned 1:20 am

"math! ever heard of it? NO!!"

"come back to fearne. and away from me."

"did you roll a natural 20?" "nooooo"

see, dariax, this is what happens when you attack the monkey

opAL

lmao matt calling liam out for vexnvax

dariax has monkeyphobia

wait fearne WHAT

"the scientific method" he's not...totally wrong

HEY. HEY I KNOW THAT WORD. HEY.

MY BOYYYYYYYYYY

liam don't FLIRT with him this time

opal just apologize to your sister

aimee forgot the word residuum again

the iranian yogurt is not the issue here

excited to see a. aabria’s take on gilmore 2. liam flirt out of instinct

#critical role #exandria unlimited #spoilers #liveblog #reaction post #crititag #exutag

[hqmoonsun]

🏷 dabi x gn!reader! quirkless! cussing! drug use!

genre: angst, fluff if u squint :P

word count: 0.6k

💿 why’d u only call me when you’re high? - arctic monkeys! everytime - ariana grande!

it’s 3 am in the morning and you’re still glued to your desk, buried in a stack of books, studying for an upcoming exam. a cup of coffee accompanies you and you sip it every second to keep your eyes from falling.

you’re deep into reading all about cell energetics when your phone rings, causing you to spill some of the coffee on yourself.

“fucking hell,” you curse as you wipe away the coffee stains that’s slowly spreading through your white shirt.

you stand up from your seat to grab your ringing phone that rests on your bed. you already have a clue on who’s calling because there’s only one person who has the habit to call you late at night. and every damn time, you pick up.

“again, dabi?” you answer the call, greeting dabi with an irritated voice.

“i need you,” he replies desperately.

“where are you?” you close your eyes in disappointment. you’re succumbing to him again. he has so much power over you and you don’t know if you can ever break free. that is, if you’re even trying to escape.

“rooftop of my apartment,” he says before hanging up.

without a second thought you grab your jacket along with your phone. like routine, you slip out your window.

within minutes, you arrive at dabi’s apartment complex. it’s a place you know very well. you don’t need directions to help you navigate the gigantic place.

you dial dabi’s room, in which shigaraki answers.

“he called you again?” shigaraki asks without even hearing if it’s you. he already knows.

“yep.”

“come in.”

once you’re granted access, you rush to the highest floor of the building. the place is quiet, your footsteps the only sound ringing through out the place.

the door that leads to the rooftop is only an arm’s length away, but you can’t seem to get yourself twist the knob and open it. you take a deep breath before finally pushing the heavy, rusted double doors.

up here, the wind is stronger and the breeze is colder. just a few feet away stands dabi, his back facing you with his hood on and a blunt at one hand.

“why’d you only call me when you’re high?” you yell out to catch his attention.

he turns around, but you can barely see him. it’s extremely dark, but the red light that’s emitted from the other buildings that surround you highlights his face.

“i’d never be able to call you if i’m not,” he replies as he throws his roll on the ground, crushing it into its ashes.

“so you’re aware?” you slowly walk up to him, clutching your jacket tighter for warmth.

“and you still come?” he retorts, shutting you up. he’s always been good at doing that.

“you’re unbelievable,” you shake your head.

“so what? i can’t get enough of you,” dabi smirks.

now, you’ve reached each other. the two of you stand in the middle of the rooftop, just inches away from each other.

“what is it this time?” you try to sound annoyed, your eyes focusing on the neighboring buildings.

“i just wanna see you,” his voice trails off.

you head quickly spans his way, your eyes meeting his bloodshot eyes. that line. it’s what keeps bringing you back to him. “don’t you wanna see me too?”he smirks again. he knows his words alone make you weak.

you’re aware he’s bad news, the total opposite of you. while you’re holed up in your room studying, he’s up at a rooftop smoking. perhaps, opposites do attract.

“want one?” dabi pulls out another blunt, offering it to you.

“no thanks,” you push his hand away. despite the cold weather, his hand is surprisingly warm. you fight with all your might to resist yourself from chasing his hand and intertwine it with yours. “you already know seeing you is enough for me,” you shake your head in defeat as you’re about to spend the next hours with him. again. sitting on the rooftop, waiting for the sunset together.

“cute as ever,” dabi giggles at your honesty as he quickly swipes a finger under your jaw.

uhm ,, first bnha au 😰😰 i HAD to do dabi bc this man won’t let me escape KHDAJAJ i was in class earlier and literally no thoughts, head empty except for dabi 😭😭

#mha #bnha #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha fanfiction #mha dabi #dabi fanfic #mha angst #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader

[akumastrife]

strike the match // dream pack (trc)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: just slutty business, swearing, dubious consent bc canon appropriate drugs Fandom: Raven Cycle

Relationships: the dream pack but everyone’s sharing Proko as K watches, as things should be

Back!! on my bullshit!!!! 

{Also on AO3}

The rowing team shirt was faded and ragged, tiny cigarette burns in one shoulder, and stretched entirely ill-fitting across Prokopenko’s broad chest.

It was never meant to fit. It wasn’t his.

The sleeves had been carefully cut off—speaking to Lynch’s theft of it from Gansey—and then the bottom half ripped off in a show of violence that could only hint at Proko’s subsequent theft of it when Lynch had left it last.

Three power play tug-o-wars to upset Kavinsky most.

By the way Proko’s lip was puffy and bleeding—wrapped slack around Kavinsky’s dick, relaxed between his knees, just breathing, jesus fucking christ—Swan thought maybe Proko was winning.

It was easier to stare too long at the disaster of a shirt, than at Proko himself with his busted mouth, wondering how good it’d feel.

Kavinsky scraped his thumb nail over the head of the match, already blackened and used up. It flared up again anyway, and he put it out against Proko’s shoulder. Another singed hole in the shirt. Swan had watched the cycle four times over already, primed for each spark.

“You just gonna gloat?” Jiang asked, accusation cutting quick through the heady lack of talking over the music, and the headier smoke filling the basement. It wasn’t quite pot. Too white, too fragrant, like a building smoldering in its own embers. Close enough for Skov, so it was good enough for Swan.

“Yeah, K, you got him looking so pretty,” Skov jeered. “How long it’d take you to train him like that?”

“Probably got him all doped up,” Jiang said.

Kavinsky said nothing; eyes saying nothing from behind those stupid white sunglasses. He took another drag on his joint, and then shifted his feet—the scrape of soles too loud for how the music rattled Swan’s bones—as he dragged Proko’s mouth off his dick by a hand in his hair.

Swan felt Skov wince in sympathy from beside him on the couch.

Proko gasped like he hadn’t breathed in hours, eyes fluttering and lips parted slack. It was such a damn shame he was so pretty. “Can I?” Proko asked, voice ragged and ruined already.

Kavinsky tugged him up to claim his mouth in a painful kiss, his own lips stained red when he pulled back. There was something… tender, in the soothing of his tongue along the cut in Proko’s lip. But that was all before he was releasing Proko and pushing him towards the two of them on the couch.

Jiang whined in disappointment.

“Fuck yeah,” Swan breathed and got up immediately to make room. His fingers twitched against his own thighs, wanting, eager, knowing to wait. He really wasn’t any better than Proko.

Were any of them?

He watched—eyes feeling too wide to match how his ribs cracked in expanding to make room for his lungs—as Proko slid over Skov’s sprawled thighs, folding himself down to let Skov have his mouth in a desperate kiss.

“Fuck,” slipped out on a groan. He adjusted himself through his sweats, glancing over at Jiang doing the same. “I wanna try his mouth.”

Skov glanced over Proko’s shoulder, pupils blown dark, stupid long lashes fluttering in that look of want Swan knew all too well. “What do you think, Proko?”

Proko moaned, high and breathy and utterly domesticated, what the fuck. Proko used to put up more of a fight, used to grin razor sharp and delight in tussling until he was put on his stomach and made to enjoy the surrender of it.

What the fuck had Kavinsky done to him?

He’d think about it later. Much later, he decided, as Proko staggered up and turned in Skov’s hands. He slid back, pupils and lips both parted around darkness and wanting, letting Skov handle him however he wanted. Gave into Skov’s spider-like fingers running eager up his ribs, down around his stomach and hips, like he was warming him up. Proko’s stomach tightened and flexed—eager.

Proko reached forward, hands clamping painfully tight around Swan’s hips to drag him forward, eyes trained on him with a single-minded focus that made Swan’s mouth bone-fucking-dry.

He groaned, knowing already he was doomed, and stepped up between both of their parted knees—Skov’s tilting out to push Proko’s more obscene—and fumbled at the worn knot of drawstrings, only looking at Proko, at Skov’s eyes flashing dark and hungry over Proko’s shoulder, at Jiang’s desperate reflection in the cracked mirror behind the sagging couch.

It was a fast and heady race between them to see who could get Proko first. Skov laughed brightly as he tugged at Proko’s cut offs, reaching under him to pinch Swan’s thigh as he pushed his sweats down. Swan swatted his clever hand away and then lost everything in a gut-punched curse, bowing over Proko’s mouth immediately around his dick.

“Jesus,” he hissed, nails biting into Proko’s shoulders. “Lemme fucking prepare myself, dude, fuck.” He hadn’t been ready; ready, yes, but it was fast and a shock and he was sensitive and Proko’d forgotten to not use his fucking teeth. He wasn’t like Jiang. He didn’t play like that. He preferred teeth in other parts of him, not his fucking cock, christ.

“Hurry up, then, and catch up,” Skov mumbled, rolling his eyes. He did something with his hands that had Proko whining and buckling at all his joints like a broken doll.

He had to stop thinking about Proko that way.

“How the fuck are you already—still?—slick, dude?” Skov said, split between awed and alarmed. He glanced up at Swan (looked up up up, eyes dark, teeth catching his bottom lip and farther to grab his snake bites—Swan wanted to fuck that mouth too. He would. After.) “I got four fingers in ‘im already, can you fucking believe?”

“What?” Jiang snapped. He struggled up and careened across the basement, crashing into the couch beside Skov and craning in to look. He inhaled fast and stuttering, tongue flicking out like he wanted a taste, tongue stud flashing in the low lighting, and Swan wanted to let him just so he could watch.

He fisted a hand in Proko’s hair, humming pleased at how Proko whined immediately at the pull, sinking farther down, taking all of him, and swallowed several times until Swan was seeing stars.

“Fuck, K, does he not have a gag thing anymore?” Swan asked. He locked his knees, hitching his hips forward, and rolled his head on his neck to look over at Kavinsky. At their king. But in the way a monster might sit above a fae court, volatile and untouchable.

He had to stop listening to Jiang ramble about his fantasy books.  

He couldn’t see Kavinsky’s eyes, but he felt him looking back all the same. “You must’ve really worked on him.”

Kavinsky said nothing; chapped lips curling around the joint again and face turning to fix on Proko rocking back on Skov’s fingers, the sharp arch of his back

Judging, maybe.

Measuring his form to some standard Swan never wanted to know. K’s brows furrowed slightly. Dragged his thumb over the spent match head (Proko’s tongue dragged devastatingly over his slit.) His thumb was nearly as black.

“I’ll have him gagging,” Skov warned, and snapped Proko back by the hips, pulling him down onto his dick. Proko flinched and slid off Swan’s dick with a gut-punched sound so wounded that Swan almost came on the spot with nothing more than the flat of Proko’s tongue.

Skov swore low and drawn out, eyelashes fluttering. And then sunk his teeth into the back of Proko’s shoulder.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Jiang whispered, fumbling his pants off and peeled one of Proko’s hands off Swan’s hips to put it in his own lap, groaning loud and obscene. Not even the thumping music could cover it.

“Loud bitch,” Swan muttered, meeting Skov’s eyes and jerking his chin at him. Skov grinned, glittering sharp like a viper, and stuffed his fingers into Jiang’s mouth.

“Don’t be a bitch and bite,” Skov snapped. He didn’t have to. Jiang probably wasn’t even listening anymore.

Swan snorted. He pulled Proko back onto his dick, watching Skov more than anything. “How’s he?”

“Like a fuckin’ dream,” Skov groaned.

Out of the corner of his eye, Swan saw K smile. Just a flicker. Maybe that was just the hazy air.

Swan rocked his hips faster, bending over Proko to catch Skov’s mouth in a slick kiss. He felt Skov starting to smile, taunting, that asshole, and bit his lip to head that shit right off. He liked kissing Skov, fucking sue him, and he tasted better when he was getting his dick wet.

Thick smoke rolled over them, snaking into nose and mouth, and Swan nearly choked on it. Kissed Skov to keep from coughing: harder, meaner, greedier. Tried to forget about Kavinsky watching and couldn’t; felt his eyes on them like claws into flesh. The smoke was sweeter, musky. Rotting wood, maybe, or something that smelled like desperation and hunger.

He bit into Skov—

He was so hungry. For Proko’s tight throat and Skov’s pierced mouth. For violence and the simmering heat that bloomed whenever he put someone on their back. Arousal built on itself, climbing up his spine and pulling taut as wire.

“You just gonna sit there?” Swan asked, harsh and breathless. He glared over at Kavinsky. Hitched his hips to push harder at Proko to make him choke, relishing in the wet, gasping noises and how it made Skov breath harder, tone edged higher.

Kavinsky smiled. He had too many teeth—

Swan blinked—

Kavinsky wasn’t smiling at all. He shifted, slow and like his body was made of shifting and crumbling branches, and turned the music up higher. Louder and grating. He stood, taking another drag, holding it until he’d stepped over and blew the smoke into Swan’s face.

Swan blinked fast, inhaling against his better judgment and shuddering at the acrid tang of the smoke curling in his lungs, fucking Proko’s mouth a little faster.

“Fuck yes, baby boy,” Skov groaned, strained and right on that fucking edge. Swan knew it too well, knew exactly what he sounded like, tasted like, felt like inside and out when he was hanging on the precipice of losing it. Proko keened, moving faster; Jiang inhaled fast and sharp, chewing on Skov’s fingers and hitching his hips up into Proko’s fist, tight and wet.

Swan wanted to do something very stupid.

Something scraped sharply right in his ear, making him twitch (making his dick jump) and he turned his head to see Kavinsky still standing there, bright match in his hand. The flame flickered hungrily, licking charred wood and charred flesh.

Kavinsky’s sunglasses stared at him, unreadable and expectant. Held out the match. An offer or a demand, it was all the same.

Swan opened his mouth.

The world went up in flames.

#the raven cycle #the dream pack #prokopenko #kavinsky #skov #swan #jiang #my writing #sharing proko #I forget all their ship names but they all fucking okay #i got ansty and wanted to listen to trashy music and write about semi-aggressive fucking okay dont @ me