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rowniebow · 11 months

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Fic where Peter and reader are already dating and Peter is distant because of his obvious job which leaves reader hurt and angry and starts becoming distant and detached with Peter which causes Peter to get mad and then they fight and peter blurts out “are you cheating on me?” Which causes reader to get furious and start yelling which catches peter off guard and reader leaves, can take the story where you want past this. sorry if this is long and confusing or doesn’t make sense (Tom or andrews pete but you can do Tom if it really matters) ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

it can be okay | tom!peter parker x gn!reader

pairings: tom!peter parker x gn!reader

cw: littol bit o angst but not much

word count: 3.4k+

an: went with tom's because i've yet to write abt his peter but i feel like he was left with so much turmoil after no way home, his peter fits well with this prompt...... ANYWAY thank you so much for requesting and i apologize for my absence, esp if u were waiting around for this ! i appreciate you, please stay safe! sry 4 long an

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you felt an arm wrap around your waist. warmth and pressure spread over your back. you flipped around to wrap your own arms around the man that had climbed into bed with you.

"sorry," his breath found its way to your ear and pulled the hair on your spine up. his quiet whisper held gravel in the smooth concrete of his voice. "did i wake you up?"

"yeah, i'm glad."

"oh, good. i'm glad i woke you, too. get more time to hear your voice."

you hummed, sleep fighting your coherent words.

"how was your day?"

"it was fine. i missed you for our movie night."

petter stuttered out several different sounds, none of them making any real words.

your eyebrows twitched at his struggle.

"i-i'm so sorry, sweetheart, i completely forgot. i-i-i-i got so caught up with homework i didn't even think... it's that stupid biology class! i always have so much reading to do for it.

"yeah, it's okay," you moved closer to him, desperate for as much of his warmth as possible. "school is more important than movies! let me know next time, though."

"of course," he kissed the top of your head. he lingered with an exaggerated 'mwah'. "i'm so sorry, sweetheart."

you hummed and slurred out a reassurance.

"go back to sleep now, sweets."

and it was okay.

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everything was so much louder when he wasn’t around.

the fridge’s song sung by instruments of kinetic energy hummed at the back of your head. the calm air against the glass window was practically visible with how loud it was. the dust that settled on the marble kitchen countertops and sunk it’s way into the fabric of your couch crunched and stretched the fibers of the masses. you couldn’t seem to turn the television up much higher than seven (you hoped the number might bring you luck to bring the man home).

sure, he’s missed nights that were supposed to be set aside for you two and his favorite star wars films. yes, you’ve noticed how he’s missed more than a few fairly important tests for his classes, causing him to fail (he was beginning to fall fairly far behind in his degree, but you weren’t going to comment on that. not yet, anyway).

but, he’d yet to miss out on a date.

he had yet to leave you waiting at your favorite shitty twenty-four hour diner in the middle of new york that was a forty minute walk from your apartment.

you wouldn’t deny to anyone other than peter that it bothered you a bit. your lip was raw and crumbs from a sad, newly empty plate of fries dusted your nicest clothes that you had put on just for him. your eyes wore heavy bags from how late you stayed up in hope that maybe he was just running a bit late.

however, when a bit late had become two in the morning, you gave up hope on that.

you looked outside at the nearly visible air and listened to the chill of the early morning crack at your window after you arrived back at your empty apartment at nearly three in the morning. you listened to the distant wind against the quickly moving vehicles. you listened to the retreating caw from a bird that didn’t sound like any you’d heard before. you listened to the dust float through the air and the television hum despite it being off. you listened to the deafening silence of the room and your mind.

cold three in the morning apartment air hit the back of your throat as you brought as much of the toxic oxygen into your lungs as you possibly could, and released it to be filtered and given to some other poor abandoned soul.

it was okay.

you understood his forgetful habits. you understood why he slept in and took so many naps. he has a lot on his plate. juggling school, and work, and the family issues that he’s mentioned from time to time.

it is okay.

maybe next time.

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waking up alone after a warm night with peter seemed to hurt more than the missing arrangements.

the apartment's chill leaked under the blankets and burned your skin until you awoke. the emptiness of the space next to you in your bed was a sad physical representation of the emptiness in your gut.

the hole in your stomach that you awake with absorbs all the cereal you eat and leaves you feeling hungry for the rest of the day. it absorbs your joy and hope. it absorbs the warmth in your body (and especially in your smile).

your days are filled with sighs when you wake up with the hole of peter. with those deep exhales, you hope to breath out whatever haunts your stomach.

it sticks with you until the end of the day when you fall asleep alone. peter will climb in after you in the depths of the night and the ocean of your sheets. he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear. he'll apologize if need be. he'll pepper you with kisses and hold you close.

and you'll be okay.

then he'll do it all over again.

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it just so happened to be next time.

he promised to make the last time up to you and promised to see you the next friday night for dinner.

so there you sat, leg bouncing under the table at a restaurant that was all too fancy for your taste but peter had insisted on.

you were on your third glass of an odd color wine (that really didn’t even taste good) and you were nearing the second hour of waiting.

“would you like to order yet, sir?” the waiter asked for the fifth time that night.

perhaps it was the alcohol that brought a sting to your eyes when you checked the time on your phone. but you smiled and shook your head and asked for the check instead.

looking at the number on the check, you nearly sobbed at how much three glasses of wine cost you. but you sighed and gave an eighty percent tip anyway as reparations for the waiter having to pity you all night. you almost sobbed, again, when you could hear a couple that had gotten there after you comment to one another about how long you’d been there.

cheeks warm with embarrassment, you made your way back to your apartment. the chill of the late night spring mildly helped cool you down.

the pity in the waiter's eyes and the couple's comments haunted you all the way home. only when you undressed into your sleep clothes and climbed under the covers could you manage to excuse peter's actions.

peter must have simply gotten caught up in homework. he must have just fallen asleep.

it's okay.

perhaps he got the days mixed up and forgot it was friday. or he got his hours for work wrong and he ended up having to work.

it is okay.

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you truly didn’t mean to lean away from his kiss when peter tried to wish you goodbye that evening.

but you did.

you leaned away as if it were a stranger that was trying to kiss you. you truly didn’t mean to. you also knew that you truly felt as though it was a stranger trying to kiss you, though.

you knew it hurt him. quite honestly it hurt you, too. whether it was the pain in his features that hurt you or the fact that you felt that way.

either way, your actions hurt the both of you, and you knew you should apologize. you nearly did right then and there.

"are you cheating on me?" the quiet whispers of words that he choked out hit you like lightning. the frown in his lips and the way he avoided your eyes made your heart crack before you could process the words he spoke. his broken voice distracted you from the content it delivered.

you felt your eyebrows pull together at first. you felt the apology creep in your throat and nearly spill out.

his hurt was a new language for you to learn. it forced you to think over each word and remember the meaning of it similar to how you did in spanish class in high school.

and as the syllables set in and your brain wrapped itself through the vowels and consonants, you scoffed. maybe even laughed.

did he really just say that? did he truly feel like he had the nerve to say that?

"am i cheating on you?" a glare made itself comfortable in your features.

it's not okay.

"...no?" peter’s stuttered, hesitant disagreement made his regret in his words clear. but how could you just brush over his accusation?

"peter parker, i should be asking you that question."

"wha-what do you mean?"

"you're the one who's hardly fucking here. you’re the one that’s left me waiting until the morning for you to come around. you’re the one who ‘forgets’ anytime we agree to hang out.”

it is not okay.

“i-i didn’t-,”

“‘you didn’t’ what? remember? show up?”

his silence was as loud as it is when he’s gone.

“where are you all day, peter?”

“where are you at night?”

fucking

“where are you right now. are you even here?”

loud.

“get out.”

“what? no - no, please, y/n, you gotta trust me on this.”

nothing is okay.

“i trusted you to be here!”

“i know, and i’m so sorry, but - ah - i can’t tell you. you just-just gotta trust me!”

“no, peter!”

“please, i’ll make it up to you, i swear!”

“you’ve had plenty of chances for that.”

“c’mon, y/n,”

“no! even if you’re not cheating on me, you obviously don’t have time for me!”

“i’ll make time for you,”

“you really should have already been doing that.”

“i’ll make more time for you!”

“you don’t get more time in a day, and you’re not getting anymore from me, parker. christ- are you going to leave?"

"no! y/n, please, let me make this right, i-i can't lose you, too."

"fuck. i will leave then, jesus!"

"what?"

you slipped your shoes on, ignoring his words.

peter called your name as you opened the door.

"goodnight, peter."

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you stayed at your parents house for a couple nights then came back to your empty apartment. the silence wasn't as loud as it normally was, but the intensity of the emptiness, both in the apartment and in the pit of your stomach, made up for the lack of overbearing volume.

you went about your life for two whole weeks with that emptiness haunting you. not a word from peter. about anything.

you went to your classes, studied in your room, went to work, came back and went to sleep: the college dream.

you hardly even noticed two weeks had passed with the way you had just been floating through the days.

with your mind blank without the joy and excitement of peter parker in your life, you filled it with the words from your humanities textbook to prepare for a final.

the jiggling of your apartment doorknob cut through the sound of the words in your head. your eyes immediately went wide. the air became thick as you heard the door squeak open slowly but surely.

your breath was stuck in your throat, but you found it in you to pick up your heavy textbook to toss if you needed.

you listened to the door creek shut and click closed.

perhaps someone just mistook your apartment for their own? maybe a new neighbor who's mixing it up? you're sure it's just a simple mistake and not some horrible, evil, scary, stronger-than-you criminal who wants to steal the little bits of items you have. certainly they won't murder you brutally, or kidnap you and sell you.

certainly not, right?

your mind ran wild with what-if's and dangers of the situation. what else was there to do in the face of danger, though? hide under your blankets and hope they don't come in?

no, you'd at least like to look death in the face before you go.

that didn't stop your racing heart and shaking hands, of course.

so you crept around your door frame and down the small hall that lead to your tiny living room. you could hear the person rattling through your pots and pans.

you stood behind the corner, telling yourself it'd be fine.

you can do it. just go and ask what's going on. you're sure this is probably just some huge mix up.

"hah!" you huffed as you turn the corner and toss the heavy book at the person.

they immediately turn around and catch the flying pages. your heart drops to your stomach. your only weapon failed.

"y/n? i didn't know you were home!"

your heart manages to repair itself in your chest as the voice and face process in your mind. "peter?" you practically shriek. "what are you doing here?" a breath (that you were fully aware you had been holding) left your lungs, your hands finding their way to cover your face from the stress.

"i-i-i didn't know you'd be home, i'm sorry,"

"so you sneak into my apartment when i'm not home?" the glare you sent him reminded him how snappy you get when you're upset.

"no, no, no, no, no-!"

your questioning glare had him pause his denial.

"well, yes,"

you groaned.

"but listen!"

"i don't want to listen to you when you just broke into my house, peter!"

"well, the door was open-,"

another groan.

"okay, yeah, i can...see...that..."

"leave, peter!"

"wait, wait, wait! okay, listen," he took a deep breath. "i can explain myself-,"

"which part: when you forgot about me constantly or when you broke into my house?"

"all of it! i can explain and i just want you to know that i haven't been telling you for your own safety."

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

"just-just come with me."

"where?"

"it's a surprise!" his apologetic smile willed you to trust him.

you stared at him. his waves framed his face - his hair seemed to grow a lot in the last two weeks. his eyes were a whirlpool that sucked you in.

"jesus, peter." you shook your head, but found some shoes and a jacket to slip on anyway. the bright smile on peter's face made you want to forget about everything.

you followed him down the stairs to the quiet, three in the morning college town streets on a tuesday.

"how far away is it?" you asked. your eyes followed a plane as it blinked through the sky.

"kind of far," he moved in front of you to block your path. "but," he sung his vowel. "i know a quicker way to get there!"

"do we need to take the subway-?" you looked around, only for peter to wrap an arm around your waist. "what-?"

"it's going to be a little scary but you gotta trust me."

"what are you doing, pete?"

"you gotta hold on okay?" he guided your arms around his neck. "trust me, okay?" his sweet enchanting smile encouraged you to trust him despite everything. that didn't stop the groove between your brows from forming, though.

"what-?"

and you were in the air. screaming, obviously. you could hear his reassurance and apologies, willing you to keep holding on.

after several minutes of being in the air and coming to the consensus that you wouldn't fall even if you tried with peter's death grip on you, you took a glance around at your setting.

the street was far below you. cars and lights from down below smiled up and laughed at your fear. apartments on the thirtieth floors were eye level but passed so fast that you couldn't see who resided in them.

"isn't it nice?" peter whispered. he was your only lifeline; the only thing keeping you from falling to your death. "it's so peaceful up here." his quiet words didn't calm your racing heart or sooth your stressed features, but it brought you to stay present until your feet hit the solid ground again.

your legs shook you until your knees met the surface you stood on.

"sorry-,"

"what was that, parker?" you sparse breath made your voice come out as merely a squeak but peter knew all too well that you would be screaming at the top of your lungs if you could.

"it- well- i- uhm," the wind helped you push yourself off of your knees and back to sitting like a normal person rather than someone who thought their feet wouldn't ever touch the ground again. "i'm not really sure how to say this i-i-,"

"peter, i swear to god-,"

"i'm spider-man!" you looked up at his avoiding eyes that were as wide as yours. as if he couldn't believe he actually said that.

"excuse me?" you said after several moments of silence passed.

"i-i'm spider-man," his quiet voice was nearly drowned out by the blowing wind.

you laughed.

his eye brows came together in frustration. "why are you laughing?"

"you're not spider-man."

"i just swung us to the top of central park tower and you're going to deny that i'm spider-man?"

your smile slowly faded as you noticed where you were. that he was right. you were among the stars, the moon within inches of your fingers. the street glowed up at you, laughing once more. the usual honking screams from the cars could not be heard from how high you were. all you could hear was the growl of the wind and peter's shy voice.

"oh my god,"

"no-no, don't freak out!"

"i'm not freaking out, i never freak out. you're just spider-man and that's a thing and we're on top of the central park tower and i could totally fall right now but i'm not freaking out."

you were freaking out.

"doesn't spider-man have webs or something?"

peter stuck out his hand, and a white web came tumbling out after your hand that rested on the ground you still sat on. he tugged at the string that stuck itself to your hand and pulled you up with it. you stumbled into him, his hands steadying your shaking.

"that's insane."

"i know, and i'm so sorry. between juggling school and work and this, it's really difficult to keep track of everything. this doesn't have a schedule and gets in the way of you a lot more than i'd like it to."

"i-i guess i get why you didn't tell me."

a breath left through peter's lips. "i-i put together this as an apology, though." he motioned behind you to yet another thing you didn't notice throughout the stress of it all.

a blanket laid out with food from your favorite take out place scattered all over it. small electric candles flickered around the setting providing as the only light that wasn't coming from the city down below along with his laptop that was glowing and set up to browse through netflix for something to watch.

"i'm really sorry. i'm sorry i'm never there. i'm sorry it's taken me so long to see you again. i'm most of all sorry that i can't change it."

your eyes met his once again.

"if how i am is too much for you, i completely understand. you deserve someone who will treat you as good as you deserve and who will show up. but i want you to know that i miss you, and love you, and i will keep trying so hard to show up."

"you love me?"

"i-i-," peter's sure eyes suddenly fell to the floor and his hands found the back of his neck. "i mean, yeah," he stuttered. "but like it's okay, like, i get it, you know? i don't-,"

all the fears of being at the top of the central park tower and dating spider-man and what it means to date spider-man left you mind. all you could think about was how much you really did love peter despite his absent habits. maybe even more so now that you knew this huge secret and what that secret told about him as a person.

so you kissed him.

the heavenly feeling of his lips was something you didn't know you missed as much as you did. as soon as your lips met, tears pricked themselves at your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

you were okay.

peter was okay.

you were both okay.

it was all okay.

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adawngswife · 4 months

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sean diaz + daniel diaz modern hcs

i kind of forgot this was exclusively modern at the end just ignore that LMFAO

- sean has no social media presence whatsoever

- a lot of people from school follow him but he only follows lyla and his track team back 😭 popular loner energy 🥀🐺

- i feel like if sean went to hs now hed be sm more popular esp w girls but hes rlly humble so he doesnt see it at all

- hes stupid and just thinks theyre being nice

- it gets on lylas nerves bc he refuses to believe anybody wants him 😭

- all his stories are like fireworks he posted when he was thirteen that he never bothered to delete

- its titled Highlights bc he doesnt know how to make an aesthetic instagram

- if anything, if he posts now its skate videos, drawings, or funny pics of daniel

- sean def takes 0.5x photos of daniel where his eyes go two diff directions and threatens to send them to lyla whenever he starts acting up

- daniel always throws a tantrum and esteban gets mad and tells sean to delete the pics (he doesnt)

- speaking of daniel he def got wayyy into skibidi toilet

- daniel tries to explain skibidi toilet n sean just tunes him out and says “uh huh” every so often

- hes those impressionable kids that gets into literally anything on the internet. among us, squid games, ROBLOX FOR SURE. sticky ipad baby energy overall!

- sean plays roblox with daniel on very rare occasions. i can imagine daniels avatar is decked out with limited items and sean is a bacon haired woman 😭

- daniel has definitely swiped estebans card a couple times under his nose for his robux…

- daniel purposely chooses games hes good at to watch sean struggle and die over and over again

- daniel watches weird kid youtube videos like… among us 24 hour challenge with spiderman and elsa giving birth kind of videos. sean gets really pissed off partly bc theyre rotting daniels brain and partly bc daniel always put it at max volume in the living room

- once sean gets paid he always goes thrifting. he fs goes to the bins and finds dirty dookie drawls every weekend 😭 but its worth it bc he finds cool shit

- as a skater boy i feel its obligatory for him to wear those afflication types of clothing as well as ironic graphic tees

- sean def wears baggy jeans in 2023 🙅‍♀️ none of that straight leg jeans from the game!!

- he also probably loves those ironic wolf shirts w the galaxy print n thinks theyre so funny

- sean also buys clothes in his style for daniel from the thrift n records 360s of daniel in his skater outfits

- “can i go play roblox now?” “no u have to cover ur nose when u turn around”

- got a buzzcut and surprisingly it looked really good

- esteban, daniel, lyla, and practically everyone else in his life kept making fun of him for being bald and would rub his head like a genie bottle tho

- daniels go-to is “well- well at least i don’t look like… look like caillou!” bc i imagine he tries to make funny comebacks but always stutters in the middle 😭😭

- eventually grew it back out bc he got annoyed at everyone making fun of him. they dont see his blond album cover early 2000s vision 💔

- daniel has no room to talk bc sooner or later he goes to the barber and gets a fucked edgar bowlcut

- sean laughs until he can barely breathe 😭 when lyla sees she TRIES to cheer him up about it but its too late

- even esteban laughs a little but only when daniel cant see bc he knows how much itd hurt him

- back to the blond album cover… sean LOVES music. his playlists are hours long

- i feel like he indulges in a super LARGE range of music likeee from bad bunny to deftones to pinkpantheress

- everybody hates it when he has aux and boos him off

- when esteban orders mexican food, sean and daniel both get horchata. sean dgaf if hes grown he still loves it!!

- i imagine esteban slowly stopped enforcing mexican food and culture overtime. bc of this, daniel knows barely any spanish and has 0 spice tolerance. sean always makes fun of him bc he goes gets water after a couple hot cheetos

- daniel tries to recreate those videos of people eating carolina reapers in hot sauce to prove a point and almost dies

- sean absolutely LOVES halloween. horror movies, costumes, the weather, everything abt it

- a part of him always gets jealous of daniel bc hes no longer considered trick or treating age anymore

- lowkey hed be willing to pull up in a full body costume just so he can trick or treat again

- when watching horror movies, sean will get way too immersed and start judging the people in the movies 😭

- daniels not allowed to watch but he peaks around the corner when estebans not watching

- “why the fuck is she just standing there? RUN! WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!”

- “language mijo”

- he acts like he cld fight off the killer and explains his mastermind plan during the movie

- he doesnt admit it but he gets jumpy after a horror movie 😭 esteban and daniel take advantage of this every single time

- sean daniel and esteban are a tight knit family REGARDLESS of sean’s moodiness and daniel’s annoying gen alpha brainrot theyre so 😢

yes im aware that 2016 wasnt tjat long ago but i dont want to imagine sean diaz enjoying dank memes and saying boi 💔

#life is strange 2 #sean diaz #daniel diaz #esteban diaz #sean diaz hcs

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besthimbomachine · 1 year

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what my hands and my body done

summary: After his win against Jon Moxley in the death match, Adam feels the weight of what he had to do hanging heavy in his chest. He goes out to a bar to try and find relief at the bottom of a bottle but finds something else instead. His relief comes in the form of the bartender who knows nothing of who he is or what he has gone through, just what he needed to be able to wash out the savagery from his body. pairing: hangman adam page x reader word count: 9743 warning: smut, minors go away this one is a request for hangman x reader smut set after his revolution match from @lambofjudgement! sorry I lost your ask somewhere babe, I was trying to put it in my drafts before so I could prepare the answer but then I couldn't find it anymore. Also sorry this took so long to come out and it's this big, yall this is why my requests take so long, I often end up turning them into much bigger things, esp if I like the concept. anyways, here it is, horny and rough cowboy action. thank you so much for the request I loved writing it and it made me 3x hornier for the hangster which has actually enhanced my quality of life!

Wednesday nights at the bar were always slow. Few people went out to drink in the middle of the week, and most of the ones who did were familiar faces, long time patrons who either drank too much or lived under weird schedules. Not that you were one to judge, you’d had your own ups and downs in life, so you didn’t care much. Besides, your job was to serve drinks, not ask questions. Not unless people wanted you to, some always did, but most just wanted to be left alone. And so you did, happy to serve orders that you knew like the back of your hand and be surrounded by faces you'd seen a dozen times before. So, it was a wonder when you spotted somebody new.

It was way past the middle of your shift when he came in, movement in the bar slowing down as the clock already marked eleven in the night. Music played softly in the background as you cleaned the stone counter, the bar mostly empty. Just a few people hang around, the odd couple here and there, the low noise of their conversations filling the space in between. You’d been sitting in a chair and just looking through your phone when he came up to the counter, blue eyes looking around before he spotted you. To see a new face on a Wednesday night was a surprise already. For that new face to be a big guy with a black eye was something else.

Your first worry at the sight was that he’d be some sort of troublemaker. A big, strong looking dude walks into your bar with a busted eye, there is no way you wouldn’t worry. Today was one of the few days you didn’t get to stay until closing, the last thing you needed was a problem patron right at the end of your shift. You looked him up and down, looking for any suspicious sign, any small thing that could count as a warning. But contrary to your fears, the man just politely asked for an old fashioned in a voice so quiet you almost couldn’t hear it. His demeanor seemed so different from the rough look in his face that you almost couldn’t believe it.

As you started preparing the cocktail he struck up conversation - another surprise to you, usually the types to show up looking like trouble were the ones who liked to drink in silence. A heavy southern accent spilled through his words as he made small talk, he was charismatic and good at conversation and despite his looks, he sounded nice enough. You quickly learned his name was Adam and that he wasn’t from this city, just passing by for work. He never specified what he worked at, and you didn’t press either, you had more interesting questions in your mind. Questions that could help you decide whether this guy fine or if you should be pulling the crowbar from under the counter.

“So,” you started, going back to cleaning your shaker as you tried to pretend you weren’t quite so curious, “looking like you had a rough day there, buddy.”

“Ah,” Adam stuttered in his words, one hand coming to touch the skin under his swollen eye, an awkward smile playing on his lips, “yeah, not my best, but at least I’m alive.”

You smiled back at him, trying to set him a bit more at ease. His answer made it seem like whatever happened to him hadn’t been by his own choice, but you still felt curiosity getting the better of you. You’d try one more time, if he didn’t want to answer, you’d let it drop.

“Mind if I ask what happened?” You leaned into the counter, pulling your chair closer to him as you sat down.

“Well,” Adam looked around, taking a deep breath before his gorgeous eyes fell back to you, soft gaze wavering just slightly. “Guess I caught the attention of the wrong person.”

You looked back at him, a grimace coming to your face for just a second as his blue eyes looked into his cup, a large hand twirling the dark liquid around. The guy clearly didn’t want to discuss what happened, so you wouldn’t ask anymore. Besides, if what he said was true, it seemed he’d fallen in with the wrong crowd. You’d seen that story play a dozen times, it never really ended well.

“Shit,” you replied with a sympathetic smile, Adam watching you from the corner of your eyes as he drank his whiskey, “let’s hope you don’t have to go through that again.”

“Yeah, let’s hope for that,” he retorted with a small laugh, raising his glass to you before taking a large gulp.

Adam was more than glad when you dropped the subject. His body was still sore and freshly bruised from his encounter with Moxley, but in the end, he’d come out alive. No matter the cost. But he had come to the bar with the intention of forgetting that very match, forgetting just how far he had to go to win it. His body refused to let go, it refused to slow down from the sheer violence it had gone through, but his mind needed the break. He needed it desperately.

So went looking for the first bar that seemed like nobody there would be watching any sort of sport whatsoever, and that’s how he found this place. From the outside, the bar looked like a hole in the wall, and the minute he stepped in, he was quick to figure out why. It was a punk bar - or at least some sort of underground rock bar. The place didn’t want to be noticed because it catered to a particular clientele, and right now, Adam was all too happy for it.

When he entered the place, it seemed nice enough, and the fact that people seemed not to care about his presence was a welcomed change. But from the moment he sat on the counter, however, he only had eyes for you. Maybe it was the violence still coursing through him, trying to find another outlet to escape - or maybe you just looked that good. But the moment his eyes found you, he could feel something in his body stir, even as he tried to push it down. Even as he tried to tame whatever part of him that was behaving so much like an animal.

As Adam asked for a drink, he could see your eyes judging him, heavy stare regarding him with violent suspicion. Even your burning glare and tough demeanor did nothing to lessen his powerful and sudden attraction. He made polite conversation, trying to keep his wandering eyes under control and hoping he could avoid the obvious topic of what happened to him. It didn’t really work, but he was glad you were quick to drop the subject when you noticed his vague answers. He had come to the bar trying to be something else, somebody other than the person he’d been at the ring. He wanted to forget what he had to do today, and if just for a night, be cleansed of this whole issue with Moxley. And as he continued chatting with you, a part of him hoped you could help with that.

Soon, you found yourself enjoying what was supposed to be just polite small talk. Adam had a charm around him, a certain magnetism that made it hard not to smile and his words and laugh at his every joke. And it’s not like his looks were helping either, despite the purple bruise on his swollen eye he still looked beautiful, blond hair framing his face in the most flattering way. Hell, maybe the bruise made him even more so, adding this air of dangerous mystery to his soft blue eyes. Clashing with the sweetness of his deep voice and the warmth of his laughter.

Though you weren’t stupid, before he was even done with the drink you could tell he was trying to hit on you. You could see his baby blues wandering from your eyes to your mouth before going back up. The drawl of his voice sounding so welcoming as he tried to smooth talk you. This wasn’t your first rodeo, you’d seen plenty of others try this before - most not even half as good looking as him, though. But you played along, half out of boredom and half out of honest interest. You had no special plans for the night, and you wouldn’t mind finishing it with such a handsome man between your legs.

You two went like this for a little while, flirting and talking whenever you didn’t have to serve something or another to someone who’d come up to the counter. Adam was a good talker, charming and polite, with a deep voice and a thick accent that you wouldn’t mind listening to for a long while. He’d arrived at the bar quiet and almost defeated, but as the whiskey worked its way around his body he started perking up, laugh coming easier as he started to relax. It was when you were putting away one of the bottles, back turned to him, that he hit you with a question you wanted to hear.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he started, taking a sip from his whiskey as you turned back to him, “what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Are you trying to ask the bartender out, Adam?” You asked teasingly.

“If she’ll have me,” he replied, voice a deep rumble as a smile played on his beautiful lips.

“She’d love to,” you leaned into the counter, smiling back at him before cocking your head to the side, pulling your body further from him. “You are shit out of luck, though, I gotta see my brother and nephew tomorrow. Haven’t seen the brat in a while, can’t back down this time,” you saw his smile drop, shoulders slumping slightly as he took in your answer, but before he could respond you continued. “But, if you aren’t scared of being out this late, my shift ends in half an hour.”

“Well, darling,” he smiled again, tongue licking a droplet of his drink that spilled down his lip, his voice thick and inviting, “I’m not afraid if you aren’t.”

When your shift ended, you changed quickly back into your normal clothes, an old band t-shirt with the neckline and sleeves cut off tucked into the jeans you’d worn for work. Pulling Adam by the hand, you quickly drag him away from the bar, through the front exit and into an empty street. When he protests about where you are going, you just tell him that it’s going to be somewhere nice, enjoying his look of shock and confusion. He was clearly surprised at the ease with which you traversed through the silent streets. You may be horny, but you weren’t just about to get into a room with this guy without giving him a run for it first, just to make sure you weren’t going to die.

It’s about a fifteen minute walk before you pull up to a partially hidden park, Adam’s eyes widening as he takes in the sight. The park was surrounded by large buildings, if someone didn’t know it was there, they probably wouldn’t have found it. That by itself was already something, but mounted somewhere in the park was a projector he couldn’t see. All he could see was the large black and white movie projected in one of the gray walls, the sounds of it coming from further ahead. You pulled at his hand again, taking him from his state of shock, holding two beer bottles in your hand as you led the way forward.

You stopped by a tree a little further away from where most of the people were gathering. There were few people sitting around in the park, most of them gathered in a spot closer to the projection. You had chosen a place by the side of it, not central but still visible. Handing him the beer, you leaned back into the large tree, Adam following suit. The projection was of an old horror movie, some black and white creature feature he’d never seen before.

As you talked a few minutes, he discovered you knew the man who ran this outdoor screening - he was the owner of the bar. It was an event that happened twice a week, and you’d come here after work to wind down. In the back of his head, Adam wondered if you could see just how much he needed to wind down. You talked and laughed at the movie for a while, and he could feel his body and mind starting to relax. The ghosts of what had happened hours before seeming more distant now. He felt lighter, laughing with disregard at something from the movie when your voice interrupted him.

“So, was the impromptu date worth it?” You ask, voice and eyes betraying your desire.

“Very much so,” he replies, letting his own desire drip through his voice, turning his body towards you.

“Then I guess I deserve a reward?” You question, already leaning closer to him, a mischievous smile painted on your face.

Adam reciprocates the gesture, leaning forward and closing the space between you, crashing his lips into yours. He brings a hand to hold your face, the other sneaking around your waist as he feels your hands touch his chest. Your lips taste like citrus to him, they are soft and sweet, and he wouldn’t mind staying in their taste. Adam bites softly into your lower lip, making you whimper in his arms, and he takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His touch starts light but very quickly becomes rougher as he feels you lean into the kiss more, arms coming around his neck, your chest pressing against his.

His strong hand holds you by the back of your head, tongue tasting every bit of the soft wetness of your mouth. He can still feel the beer over the citric flavor of your lips, the faint taste of alcohol dancing on your tongue. You moan into his lips and Adam shivers, cock twitching in his pants at the sensation. He doesn’t want to, but he has to break the kiss for air, lips finding your neck the moment he regains his breath. You smell like wood and cinnamon and something sweet, and it has him intoxicated.

You moan under his touch, a hand slipping into his blond hair as the other goes back to his broad chest. He looked strong before, but now under your touch he feels impressive. Thick shoulders feeling solid like rock to your fingers, powerful arms holding you in a vice like grip. He could snap you in half if he wanted, you were sure, but he doesn’t, hand cradling your head gently as he devours your neck. His presence feels almost addictive to your senses, the feeling of his body on yours, the taste of his mouth, the way he smells like leather and moss. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Tugging on his hair, you pull his face back to yours, lips meeting with a needy cry. You slip your tongue into his mouth, tasting the beer and whiskey on him. He growls through the sloppy kiss as your hand travels from his chest and down his solid torso. You feel his grip on your waist harden as your fingers slowly move down. He takes over the kiss, biting and licking with fervor, abusing your lips while the hand on the back of your head keeps you in place. Your fingers slip past his belt, finding the rough texture of his jeans and the clear bulge pressing against the fabric. It feels big, hard and hot, and you need to have it now.

Slipping your other hand down, you work fast to unbuckle his belt before Adam can protest - though, something tells you he wouldn't really do that. Breaking from the kiss, you look him in the eyes, the blue all but gone as his dilated pupils take over the space. You let your hands hover over the button of his pants for a second to see if he’d stop you, when he doesn’t, you undo it fast, pulling the zipper down in a haste. You slip your hand down into his pants, looking around you for a moment, counting on the distance from the people and the cover of the dim light to keep you safe.

When you finally pull out his cock, Adam shudders, a low grunt escaping his lips. God, he looks so good, big, thick and hard as metal on your hand. You can’t wait to taste it, lowering your body down until your lips are almost at his head. Looking back at him, you catch his darkened eyes trailed on your mouth as he leans back into the tree trunk. You teasingly slip your tongue out, licking his sensitive head. He trembles in your hand with an erotic noise, and that’s when you dive in, finally taking him into your mouth.

Adam mutters a curse under his breath, words coming like a rumble from deep within his core. He watches as your pretty lips seal tight around his cock, sucking on the swollen tip, one hand gripping at his base. Shit, he usually wouldn’t do something like this, but he was way past caring right now. Your mouth felt so warm, so good, his need was the only thing running through his head at the moment. Taking one hand to your hair, fingers softly holding at the strands, he lets you set the pace, happy to just drench in the pleasure he felt.

You take him out of your mouth for a second and Adam almost whines at the loss of your warmth. He watches you kissing along his underside, going all the way down to the base of his hard length. Your wet tongue licks around his erection before finding a particularly sensitive vein on his underside. He hisses as you trail his length from the base to the slit slowly, pleasure bordering on pain at your torturous pace. A deep groan escapes his throat, as you take him in your mouth again. Adam looks around, just for safety, as he made more noise than he expected. There is nobody around, no one looking, you are still in the clear.

He watches you swallowing his thick cock a good two thirds of the way to the base. You felt so perfect, mouth warm and wet, and he can’t help the moan that leaves his mouth. This was so risky, but it felt so good, the adrenaline rush heightening his sensations. Adam watches as you bob your head up and down, the wet noises you are making sounding pornographic as they reach his ears. You work him so well, building up the tight coil in his core, and you hadn’t even taken him all in your mouth. Though, you didn’t even need to, he could already feel his body twitching at the pleasure, hips begging to buck into your soft lips.

You feel Adam’s grip tightening slightly in your hair, a groan rumbling through his body as it falls from his lips. His erection throbs against your lips as you take more of it in your mouth, you could feel the salty taste of precum already spilling from his slit. He was thick and long, and you were struggling to take in all of him, but fuck, you really wanted to. You feel the swollen head of his cock hit the roof of your mouth, so big and hot that it pulls a moan from you, the vibrations going straight to his length. Adam moans out your name, a string of praises falling from his lips.

Bobbing your head up and down, you start to take more of him. You feel his cock throbbing in your mouth as his hips buck up. You can tell he is trying to keep control of his movements, but it’s clearly not going very well. Your lips come close to his base, and he growls, the sinful sound making your core tighten and your body shiver. He starts praising you again, his words emboldening you to move, his thick cock filling up the inside of your mouth, precum leaking vigorously now. Gagging slightly, you feel his cock reaching the back of your throat, his hand caressing your head as his murmurs never cease. When your lips finally circle his base, he shudders under you, whispered praises morphing into an unintelligible moan.

Adam feels himself twitch and throb at the sensation, his erection surrounded by the warm wetness of your mouth. You start moving again, and he has to fight the need to thrust into your beautiful lips. He feels almost delirious as you bob your head, taking him all the way to the balls every time. His dirty praises turn to a string of curses that fall from his lips like mad prayers, the feeling of your wet mouth dragging along his sensitive cock having him in a trace. Your tongue presses just right on the thick vein on his underside, stimulating the sensitive spot until he can’t help the bucking of his hips.

You could feel his hard length throbbing between your lips, he tastes so damn good, so sinfully delicious. His engorged head hits against your cheeks as you suck, salty precum coating your tongue. The hand on your head grips tighter onto your hair, but he doesn’t try to move you, even though he can’t help the thrusting of his hips anymore. You are moving with ease now, slobbering down his heavy erection, the mix of saliva and pre cum making it all easier.

He was coming close, you could feel it, his body shaking under your touch and his voice becoming rougher and filled with desire. You begin to feel his thick cock throb and twitch as his hips buck harder. He tasted good, so good, and the feeling of his hot skin against your tongue had you groaning into his length. Adam started to lose himself in moans and praises that spilled out of his perfect lips almost mindlessly. You could feel his powerful legs twitching and trembling from the pleasure.

Adam was panting, the knuckles on the hand he had on the ground turning white. Shit, you felt so damn perfect, mouth wet and hot as you took his cock so fucking well. All he could think of was how perfect you felt, the way you took all of him in your mouth, the throbbing of his length as it rubbed on your tongue, and it was all so damn good. When you groaned into his cock, it was too much to take, the coil within him snapping with a thunderous shudder that shook his whole body.

The hand on your head held you in place, length buried almost to the hilt in your mouth, swollen head close to the back of your throat as his release began to spill. Rope after thick rope of cum shooting from his tip, flooding your mouth before flowing down your throat as you started to swallow it. It tasted strong and so damn good and there was so much, your core throbbed at the thought of having him filling your pussy with it. You sucked Adam through his orgasm, making sure to milk him to the last drop of his cum before you let him go from your mouth and tucked him back into his jeans.

You closed his pants and belt before coming back up to his eye level again. The moment you did, he pulled you into a harsh kiss, tasting himself in your mouth as you immediately let his tongue inside. The kiss was rough and sloppy and despite having just had his release, Adam still needed more. Pulling away from the wetness of your mouth, he held your face close to his own, strong hand holding you by the strands of your hair, his eyes savoring your red and swollen lips for a second before finding your gaze.

“Fuck, you are so damn good. I’m gonna take you to my hotel room ‘cause I really need to fuck you right now,” his words came in a grunt, voice deep and husky and filled with desire, his mouth was so close to your face that you could feel his breath on you.

You nodded, and that was all the confirmation Adam needed. Getting up in a haste, he pulled you up by the arm, quickly making his way to the entrance of the park. He got you both a cab, keeping you locked in a sloppy kiss as you waited for the car to arrive. The drive to his hotel was short, but you could tell was fighting the need to just ravage you on the way as his hand held your thigh in a strong grip. When you entered the elevator, the two of you were already at each other’s mouths, too needy and desperate to care about the obvious camera watching your intense kiss.

The minute Adam locked the door, you were already working on the buttons of his shirt, pushing him back into the hard wood as your lips found his neck. His skin felt hot to the touch, burning up against your mouth as you trailed your tongue from his shoulder all the way to his jaw. Your hands clumsily opened the first few buttons of his shirt, feeling the soft hairs on his chest brushing against your fingertips. A part of you wanted to rip his shirt open, an animalistic display of desire. But you wouldn’t do it, no matter how much you wanted, and by god you did. His smell had you intoxicated, and you could barely wait to feel him inside you.

With a rough movement, Adam pulled your mouth to his, calloused hands grabbing you by the chin and holding you in place as his lips crashed on yours. Opening your mouth, you let him take what he wanted, because you wanted it so much too. His tongue immediately slipping between your lips, the kiss rough and sloppy. You could still taste the bitterness of the beer in him, accompanied by the slight remnants of the whiskey he’d had at the bar. The biting sting of alcohol only making the kiss feel all the more erotic.

The hand on your face traveled to the back of your neck, gripping hard to keep you in place, thick fingers digging into your skin. His free hand circled around your waist, pulling you flush into his strong body, closing whatever tiny distance there was between you. His touch was hot, searing iron marking his path around your body, setting your nerves in a burning haze. Your head felt dizzy, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or if you were running out of breath, but god, you couldn’t care less. You wanted more. More of the smell of his skin, more of the taste of his tongue, more of his touch wherever you could have it.

Adam was the one to break the kiss, gasping for air as his strong arms caged your body against his. In the darkness of the room, you couldn’t see his eyes, only feel the heat of his ragged breath on your skin and hear the faint groan slipping from his lips. It sounded raspy and tense, like the promise of something powerful and wild hiding below the surface. Something mysterious and alluring that spoke to a deep part of your mind.

The moment you felt oxygen rush back to your head, your lips found the exposed expanse of his chest. You kissed and licked your way around his heated skin, tasting whatever you could of him as your fingers went back to working on his buttons. He pulled you even closer together, your crotch rutting against his, and you could feel his erection through his jeans. The large bulge rubbing against your pants, your pussy tightening at the thought of having him fully sheathed inside of you.

Your wet tongue against his chest had Adam grunting loudly, sound filling the emptiness of his hotel room. At this rate, you were going to drive him crazy, turn him into something made of only instinct and desire. He could feel your hands opening the buttons on his shirt, slowly inching closer and closer to his crotch, the anticipation building a raging fire within him. By now, he was already painfully hard again, the smell of your hair and the feeling of your body against his own having his blood rushing down in a matter of seconds. It hadn’t been even a full twenty minutes since he’d cum in your mouth back in the park, but he didn’t care, he still felt his balls full, and he needed to unload inside of you again.

Digging his fingers through your locks, Adam pulled on your hair hard, savoring the sweet moan that escaped your plump lips. Bringing your face back to his own, his lips brushed against yours for a long moment before he dove into the kiss, teeth sinking into your lip before he sucked it into his mouth. His hand on your waist traveled lower, grabbing a handful of your ass and groping you hard, fingers digging into your soft flesh through the fabric of your pants. You cried into the kiss and Adam couldn’t help the rutting of his hips against your own, he felt like an animal, but his need was well beyond control at this point.

When his tongue entered your mouth, you moaned again, sound silenced by his greedy lips. You could feel him grunt, the vibrations in his chest reverberating into your hands, powerful muscles shaking under your touch. You worked your way to his last button, hands caressing his heated skin on their way down. When your fingers touched his belt buckle, you felt his hands leave your body, but it lasted only a moment. Soon they found the back of your legs, pulling them up in a swift movement.

You broke away from the kiss, a surprised noise leaving your throat as he pulled you by your thighs, knees coming around his waist. On instinct, your hands found his shoulder, the fear of the fall ringing loud through your ears. Though, you soon realized he had you in a strong hold, barely a noise coming from him as he lifted your body with ease and started to make his way to the bed. His strong arms held you in place against him, broad shoulders feeling powerful under your soft palms.

In the darkness of the night, you could barely see the outline of the things in the room. The large windows had their curtains open, but there was nearly no moon in the sky today, and you were so high up that almost no buildings could shine a light through the clear glass. You could only believe that Adam was traveling by instinct through the large space, long strides almost unencumbered by your weight. In his arms you felt light as a feather, solid muscle holding you close with ease as he walked.

In a few steps you felt him come to a stop, throwing your body into the large bed, the soft touch of the covers caressing your skin. There was a long moment of stillness as you laid there, watching the outline of his body move in the darkness. You heard a clicking noise and suddenly a dim amber light bathed the bedroom, coming from a floor lamp that stood beside Adam. The warm glow bathed his light skin, beautiful blue eyes darkened by lust. Even the black eye marking his face looked good on him. You only had a second to bask in his wild beauty before he climbed onto the bed, the mattress shaking under his weight.

With a swift movement, Adam pulled his shirt from inside his pants, violently removing it from his body before throwing it aside. That was the first time you got a full look at him under that shirt, solid ropes of muscle rippling under the skin of his arms and shoulders as he moved. Small scratches and bruises adorned his thick torso, whatever this man had gone through, it had left multiple marks. Still, somehow they only made him look better, marred skin only adding to his exquisite pull.

Slowly, Adam crawled over you, large frame covering your body as his face hovered over yours for a long, intense moment. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, the anticipation of this near touch driving you insane before his lips finally crashed on your own. His mouth was as hot as his skin, your hands flying to his chest and shoulders as his tongue tasted everything it could touch. He growled into the kiss, sound dying on your mouth, but the vibrations rolling through his thick chest and into your hands. He was diving into you like a starving man, and you were all too happy to reciprocate.

Holding himself up in one arm, Adam took his free hand to your hips, pulling a part of your shirt from inside your pants before slipping under it. His calloused palms savoring the soft touch of your heated skin. His fingers sunk deep into your tender flesh as they moved up through your curves, taking in as much of your body as he could. You felt so supple under his touch, so welcoming to his large hands as his mouth devoured yours with fervor. The kiss was growing sloppier by the second, tongues and lips wet and warm in a mindless dance. He wanted to sink deep into you, and he didn’t care if he would come back again.

Pulling away from your lips, Adam broke the kiss for air, but in a moment his mouth found the skin of your jaw, kissing his way to your neck. You moaned under his touch, squirming beneath him as he bit into your soft skin, the taste of your body having him intoxicated. He could feel your nails digging into his back, adding to the scratches he’d been given during the match. Your hips bucked against his, giving his large bulge the friction it so desired, stoking the fire burning deep into his core.

His mouth traveled from your neck to your shoulder, kissing and biting a wet trail down to the neckline of your shirt, his beard brushing against your sensitive skin. Without a warning he sat up on his knees, looking down at your body with pure desire before he started hastily taking off your shirt. His thick fingers digging at the waistband of your pants, roughly tugging at the dark fabric. Pulling it free, he slides it over your head and arms as you angle your body to help get the damn thing off. Adam throws it to the side, uncaring about where it lands, eyes finally finding his prize.

Broad hands find your exposed torso, his fingers digging into your curves as darkened blue eyes devour you like a hungry beast. Your skin glistened under the warm glow of the lamp, looking deliciously soft as your chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. Adam stays still for only a moment, savoring the sight before his hands travel upwards, rough palms committing your warmth to memory. Licking his lips, he finds his target, large fingers groping your breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he growls low and dark.

You watch as his eyes follow the movements of his hands, the sound that just left his throat having a shiver running through your body. He is gripping hard on your tender flesh, bordering the threshold of pain but never crossing it. The pleasure is building up slowly, but you still want more, you try to squirm, but he has you pinned under his weight, so heavy that he doesn’t even seem to register your movements. When his fingers find your nipples, rolling them between his index and thumb, you almost scream. The sound that leaves your mouth akin to the cry of a desperate animal.

The noise seems to be what breaks him, Adam’s eyes turning back to your face for a moment before he dives back to your mouth. He descends on you like a wave, lips crashing against yours before you can even close them, tongue slipping inside in a second. You almost feel like you are drowning in him, but you have no desire to resist. His body covers yours completely, one of your hands flying back to his shoulders, nails digging deep. Your other hand travels to the back of his head, fingers threading into his soft hair and tugging tight.

Adam responds with a deep grunt, mouth leaving yours and moving to your breasts, biting and sucking at the soft skin. You feel his hands move to your waist, fiddling with the button of your jeans before finally pulling it open, zipper following suit. His fingertips dig into the skin of your hips, sliding past the fabric of your panties and teasing you with light touches. You try again to squirm under him, earning only a soft groan as his lips finally find one of your nipples, licking and sucking at it with the same hunger he showed your mouth.

Pleasure ripples through your body, a loud moan coming from deep within you, but you still want more. You slip the hand on his shoulder down his naked torso, feeling his warm skin and the hairs on his chest, digging your fingers into whatever you could touch. Soon you reach his pants, going past his leather belt and straight to the bulge straining against his tight jeans. It feels big and hot to the touch, even through the thick fabric. You hear Adam groan under your touch, the animalistic sound only urging you on, hands rubbing and tugging at his clothed cock.

A raspy moan sounds from him, your nipple slipping from his warm mouth as he sits up again, a fast movement that has his blond hair falling to his eyes. With one hand, he brushes it back, gaze fixed on you as he pauses for a moment. Without breaking eye contact, both his hands fall to his belt, undoing the buckle and pulling it out in a flash, the leather snapping as it slips from the hoops. It, too, is thrown to the side with little care, his fingers then finding the button of his jeans and pulling down the zipper. You try to reach for him, hands dying to grasp at his cock, but he pulls away, getting up from the bed before finally taking off what was left of his clothes.

God, this man is the most sinful thing you’ve seen in a while. His large frame looms over you, large cock looking delicious, precum already gathering at the tip. Before you can even move, Adam’s hands fly to your hips as he starts to pull on your pants. Soon he has your clothes and shoes in a mess on the floor. You are left bare, fully exposed to his hungry eyes. You reach out to touch him, and he lets you this time. Kneeling before him on the bed, your lips find the skin of his torso, kissing your way down, fingers grasping at his thick cock, lazily moving up and down. Just as your mouth reaches its destination, tongue licking at his sensitive head, getting a shiver out of him, Adam pulls your head back by your hair.

“As much as I really like your mouth,” he breathes out, accent thick as he watches you licking your lips, “I want something else now. Come on, get on your knees for me, darling.”

You shiver at the sound of his voice, following his request and positioning yourself on your hands and knees on the bed, arching your back so your chest touches the covers. You feel the mattress dip under Adam’s weight as he climbs on it, a growl sounding from behind you, deep and rough and dripping with lust. A large hand touches your ass, groping it hard before his grip grows lighter, fingers traveling from your hips to your back in a soft touch that has your pussy aching. You want so much more - need so much more - and not seeing his movements only makes your desire grow.

His hand travels back to your hips, sliding over the curve of your ass as you feel his body coming closer to yours, his hard cock touching your soft skin. You whimper, craving more of his touch, pushing back into him, but his strong hand holds you in place, a humming noise coming from behind you. His free hand finds your inner thigh, and you moan at the light touch. It slides up until it finds your wet pussy, thick fingers diving into your warm flesh with a low growl from him. You arch your back further, whimpering again as he massages your folds and teases your entrance.

Adam feels his fingers slide over your pussy with ease, your wetness coating his hand as his cock twitches in response. A rumble emerges from deep within his chest as the hand on your hips grips harder into the softness of your flesh. He bends his torso over your body, lips touching the skin of your back in warm wet kisses while his thick fingers tease your clit. You moan a soft and breathy sound and Adam drinks it in greedily, the hand on your hip traveling up your torso until it finds your breasts.

His kisses run up your spine, beard teasingly scratching your skin as he moves to your shoulder and neck, sinking his teeth into your skin, savoring its taste. You cry out, pushing your body further against his, rubbing your ass against his sensitive cock, and he growls, a shiver running through his body at the delicious friction. You have him feverish with desire, lust burning bright within his core, and he just can’t take it anymore. Pulling away from your body, his hand goes back to holding you by the hips, the one on your pussy leaving your soft flesh to find his length, pumping himself a couple of times to coat it in your wetness.

He looks at your exposed form in the dim light of the room, lust chasing all the blue from his eyes as they follow your curves. Blown out pupils devour your body as Adam gives himself one last tug before lining his cock with your pussy, sliding it up and down your wetness teasingly with a low groan. You whimper and try to press into him again, this time he gives in, sliding his thick erection almost all the way in. Curses spill from his mouth at the sensation, your soft walls wrapping around him in the most delicious ways.

A husky and needy moan escapes your lips as you feel him entering your body, thick cock filling you up and lighting all your nerves ablaze. He feels so sinfully good, better than you expected, pleasure spreading through your body like wildfire. The hands on your hips grip tighter, and he starts to move, slowly pulling back out before sliding in again. You can feel every bump and vein of his cock dragging against your pussy as he thrusts further in. That’s when you notice he wasn’t even fully sheathed in you before, his hard length reaching deeper into your body as he stretches your walls.

His movements are slow and deliberate, dragging your insides on every curve of his cock as he pushes his way in. You feel his swollen head pressing deliciously against your soft walls. This time Adam makes it all the way inside, you feel his hips meet yours as his strong hands pull your ass back against his body, a hiss escaping his lips. Your pussy tightens around his length, the fullness making you whimper, a high pitched noise that almost doesn’t resemble your own voice.

Adam starts moving again, strokes long and slow as he works himself in you from the tip to the base. You are mewling in pleasure, nails digging into the soft covers of the bed. He sets a hard and heavy rhythm that rocks your hips every time he bottoms out. Your pussy clings to his cock with every slide, walls quivering around his hard length. You feel his fingers sliding down your back until it finds your shoulder, large palm pressing into you into the bed with his weight as his movements start to speed up.

“Fuck, you’re so damn good,” he mutters more to himself than to you, words spilling in a haze as he drives his body violently into yours.

Desire starts taking over Adam’s mind, hips moving faster as your walls pulsate against him, making his cock twitch within you. You feel way too good, and he can’t get enough, rubbing his pelvis against yours as he bottoms out every time. Your ass pushing even further into him as you seek his touch. The sensation of your wet pussy around him, the erotic sound of your moans and whimpers, the feeling of your heated skin on his own, it all has his mind reeling, the coil in his core tightening ever further.

Using his forearm to hold himself on the bed, Adam curves over your body, covering your back with his broad chest as his hand finds one of your breasts. He traces your neck and shoulders with his mouth, tongue savoring your taste as he lays sloppy kisses and light bites on your sensitive flesh. Sweat starts building between your bodies, heated skin rubbing against each other as you move in rhythm. You tremble under his touch and Adam feels it, feels the moan that rumbles out of your throat, his cock twitching in response. Your cries sound so needy and so sweet, he just can’t get enough.

Adam can feel the soft, warm walls of your pussy tightening around him and pulling a grunt from deep in his throat. His hips hammer against yours, making you spasm with every stroke, your ass pushing into him, trying to take his length even deeper. Biting hard on your shoulder, he moves the hand on your hip down to your core, finding your sensitive clit. His thick fingers slide over your wet cunt, relinquishing your wetness as he massages your folds. You tighten around him impossibly so, his thick cock twitching in response as he growls. Your pussy feels like it was made for him, and he pushes in deep, whole body shuddering as you cry out his name.

You feel like you are going mad under his touch, his weight pressing you against the bed as his fingers massages your clit just right. His body feels molded for yours, the head of his cock hitting your sweet stop with every thrust. Your senses begin to overwhelm you, a tightness in your core getting close to snap faster and faster. A desperate cry sounds from your lips as Adam’s hips snap against yours, your ass pushing further into him. He is muttering curses under his breath, so close to your ear that you feel its warmth, his voice intoxicating you. It only takes one more flick of his finger and you break, crying in a high pitched voice as your senses melt away, vision going white and all you can feel is your pussy convulsing around him.

Your walls tighten around his throbbing cock, Adam riding through your orgasm as your pussy tries to milk him. The noises you make only pull him closer to the edge, biting into your skin again as he tries to hold on. Pushing himself up in one fluid motion, his hands return to your hips, pulling you to him as his strokes become harder. He is thrusting into you deep and fast, chasing that high that was building in him.

“Atta, girl,” he growls loud and dark, deep voice having you trembling as he thrusts into your oversensitive pussy.

His cock twitches and spasms more now, the coil in his gut tightening close to its limit. A roar leaves Adam’s lips, the sound of a wild thing, a caged beast ready to break away. He thrusts hard into you, breathless whimpers spilling from your soft lips as he slams forcefully into your abused pussy. He wants to mark your insides, the thought of filling you up flooding his mind. A part of him wants to stay like this forever, buried in your soft wetness, fucking your body hard and rough. But he feels his balls tight and heavy and so fucking full, he just can’t help but to chase his release.

Strong hips slam into you, his rhythm growing rougher and more aggressive as he feels himself getting to the edge. He is pulling you impossibly close, pushing his thick length as deep as he can go, and then deeper. You give a breathless moan of his name, walls convulsing around him and it’s all he can take, cock throbbing wildly inside of you. Stars take over Adam’s vision and he drives deep within you, burying his length all the way to the balls. His orgasm hits him with power, a rough and husky groan coming from deep inside his chest as he rides it.

Adam’s cock explodes in you as he fucks your soft pussy, deep thrusts driving his seed deep inside your body. He shoots rope after rope of white, thick cum, a torrent that seems never ending. He drains his heavy balls in you for the second time that night, flooding your pussy as your name slips from his mouth like the prayers of a damned man. Staying still for a second, he lets the high wash over him before pulling out, drinking in the whimper that leaves your mouth at his absence.

He falls to the side, laying heavy on the bed as you follow suit, both too exhausted to speak. For a minute, you both just stay still, breathing deep as you try to recover. You feel your whole body trembling, but you’ve never felt better before. The bed moves, signaling that Adam had gotten up. You stay still for a few more moments until you feel the mattress dip again, turning to the side to find Adam sitting by you with a towel in hand. The soft blue has returned to his beautiful eyes, the combination of his messy hair and dark bruise on his face looking way too goon on him.

Adam helps you clean up, for someone with such a rough exterior, covered in bruises and scratches, he is the definition of a gentleman. His touch is so light and soft that it seems unimaginably far from the violence with which he’d fucked you just a few minutes prior. It sends a shiver through your spine to think of how powerful these hands are and how gentle they felt. Not that you were complaining, this softness seemed to suit him well. You wouldn’t mind being treated with such tender care every day, especially not by a man as handsome as him.

When you wake up the next morning, sunlight was already entering through the wide windows. Slowly you blinked your eyes, the world coming into focus with little hush. Your body felt a little heavy, a little sore, muscles aching slightly and sinking you further into the soft bed. Despite the ache, you felt good, more relaxed than you felt most mornings. It took a while, but your mind finally came to, remembering the night you’d had before.

As you really looked around, the first thing your eyes found was the vast expanse of Adam’s back. His light skin marked by multiple cuts and dark bruises that you hadn’t seen the night before. You wondered for a second just what it was that he’d gotten into, what sort of life laid behind this monument of a man. The previous night he’d felt wild, even aggressive, but he never made you feel unsafe. It really made you wonder what else there was to him.

Laying on your back, you stared at the empty ceiling for a second when a thought popped into your head. In the morning bliss, you’d forgotten you had somewhere to be today. Looking around, you spotted your pants, digging through them to find your phone. Checking the time, you saw it was already almost ten in the morning. Damn, you were hoping you could get some wake up sex, but you needed to be at your brother’s by midday. Fuck, he’d even sent you a text already. Just as you were checking the message, you felt a large hand touch your shoulder.

“Shit, I hurt you,” Adam’s voice was low and rough from sleep, his accent sounding thick on his groggy tone, your name spilling from his lips in the sweetest way, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have bitten you so hard.”

You looked back at him, his fingers tracing a spot that stung a bit at his touch. In all honesty, you were barely feeling it, a sign that it probably looked worse than it was. Besides, you didn’t mind it anyway, you wouldn’t have changed a thing from the past night, even if he left a few marks on you.

“It’s ok,” you smiled at him, shaking your head as you turned your body to face his. “Don’t worry, Adam, it’s not hurting.”

“It’s purple,” he interjected, fingers traveling to your chest as he noticed another bruise in your breast, “and there is more than one. Fuck, really, I’m sorry I left you bruised.”

“It’s fine, really,” you whisper, voice soft as you run your thumb over his cheek, right below his bruised eye, “and now we are matching, I guess.”

Adam laughs and the hoarse sound fills the large bedroom, soft blue eyes coming to your own. You feel his large hand snake around your waist, pulling you into his warm body, lips finding your own as you feel his hard cock touch your skin. The kiss starts soft, Adam teasing your lower lip until you finally open your mouth to let his tongue in. This time his touch is slow as he lazily tastes all that his tongue can find. It takes all of your strength to break away from the kiss, your hands coming to his broad chest as you try to create some space. You really can’t leave your brother hanging today.

“You so don’t need to apologize that if I could, I’d let you spend all day giving me more bruises,” you say, sighing dramatically before you continue, “but I really have to go. Gotta visit my brother and nephew, remember?”

With a sigh of his own, he lets go of your body, laying on his back as you roll to the other side. “If you could, I’d very much take you up on this offer,” he retorts, voice returning to normal as he looks back to you.

“Well,” you start, eyebrows raising as you reach back to the night stand by your side, picking up your phone and waving it in his direction, “I could give you my number if you want, next time you are around you could give me a call.”

His eyes lit up a bit at the offer, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Well, I’d like that very much, doll.”

You watch as Adam goes through his clothes to find his phone. When he does, you give him your number, he immediately sends you a message to make sure you have his contact. If you never see him again, this was a great night, but if you ever have a chance to repeat it, might as well try to grab it. You and him both get dressed pretty quickly, Adam insists on paying for your cab, even when you insisted he didn’t need to, in the end you just accept. He sees you out of the hotel and into the car, and so you make a peaceful trip back home.

It’s already past midday when you get to your brother, you feel bad for running late, but not really quite as much. You may have delayed his family lunch by about forty minutes, but it was for a good cause. Besides, it’s just you, him and his son, so it's not like that many people were harmed by your lateness. Lunch goes by pretty well and you still spend a few more minutes talking as your nephew goes back to the living room.

When you finally leave the table to go after the boy, you find him lying on the floor watching TV. The large screen glares over the living room and it doesn't take you long to realize he was watching wrestling. Your brother used to love it as a kid, and now so did his son - you had never really gotten that caught up in it. You were about to just disregard what was on the screen until something caught your eye. A recognizable silhouette seen from the corner of your vision. When you look back to the TV, you clearly recognize one of the figures on the screen. He was dressed in a full black cowboy get up, but there was no mistaking it, that was Adam.

In another part of town, Adam made his way through the hall of the large hotel, long strides carrying him from the elevator to the entrance. He was just leaving to go have lunch, it was a bit later than he normally would, but he’d spent most of his morning trying not to let his match with Moxley slip back into his mind. A fight he was ungracefully losing when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Picking it up, he saw it was a message from you, and it had only one line.

‘So, why didn’t you tell me you are a cowboy?’

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the-s1lly-corner · 17 days

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Hai! I really like your KND x Reader posts! Especially the one with Father, anywhoo-

Can I request for a Father x Reader imagine where the Reader finds out about the whole delightfulization of Sector Z during Operation: ZERO.

Advanced Thanks! ❤

Reader finding out about the delightfulization

My back hurts so so much... but YAAAAAAY I'm so happy to hear you enjoy the writing esp with how I'm portraying Father! It seems theres pretty polarizing views on how he treats the DCFDTL so uhuh.. middle ground in my writing WOOOO

Characters: Father, DCFDTL

Notes: Reader is GN!

CWs: Even with my softer approach to the dynamic, it's still.. not a good.. thing.. surprise adoption, basically

I'm personally subscribed to the idea that over time Father becomes more accustomed to having the children around; in the beginning he just outright doesnt want them but grows a sort of fondness to them- would that make it found family in a way?

^I do think the bulk of that relationshift happens after the animal episode since he is WAAAAAY too quick to just let them stay sheep but

I dont know, the idea that resentment turning into tolerance into something nice is infinitely more interesting than both takes of father's whole deal but that's just me

Now onto the actual post! I kind of just wanted to ramble about my hc + wasnt sure if it would be needed to provide context

In short I think it could very easily lead to the end of the relationship, or at least start the beginning of the end

It completely shifts the way you look at him, even if the delightfulization was an accident- he still had the chamber in the first place

Even worse, if you yourself arent evil or perhaps even oblivious to everything going on like some of the other adults

It comes out of left field

Hes not the most emotionally stable person, so regardless of if he tries to get you to stay or if he just tosses you to the side.. its going to get intense

I WAS going to say that if you two were married your access to the children would.. be hard to say as I'm not well versed in the legalities when it comes to a step parent- but then I realized that realistically Benedict would be in SO much legal trouble

Uuuuuh... cartoon logic! Keep it whimsical! Or something!

Imagine being there when the delightful children were briefly reverted back to their original forms- you get to finally meet the real versions of them and its just so ... bittersweet..

You go from being so used to them delightfultized that it's like meeting a whole new group of children, if anything it would only fuel your feelings towards father, whatever they may be

Disgust, anger, disappointment, and so on

Theres also the new fear of him attempting to delightfultize you, if adults can even go through the process- the thought probably crosses his mind but he never entertains it

In the beginning of your separation he sends you gifts to try to win you back, though he never comes to see you in person

#knd father x reader #knd x reader #knd imagine #knd headcanons #knd father x you #father x reader #father imagine #benedict uno x you #benedict wigglestein x reader #benedict uno imagine #benedict uno x reader #dcfdtl x you #dcfdtl x reader

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yeoyeos · 2 years

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u should write yunho as a boyfriend s&f if u ever get the time …. 👀

warnings: fluff snd snut are separated so u have choices,name calling[slut,baby,daddy],BDSM,yuyu likes to fuck you dumb

lmk if i missed anything

a/n: by far one of my favourites to write

fluff -

THE CUTEST

BEST

DATES

EVER

takes you to amusement parks ofc

buys you 47 plushies all at once

they're all dogs and you have to name them all yunho jr.

master of inside jokes

every sentence you say has some sort of inside joke

and they're all hilarious

PDA tbh

doesn't care what's going on

he'll kiss you whenever and wherever he wants

like full on makes out in the middle of a food court

stares at you a lot too

the same way he looks at mingi he looks at you

so much love in his eyes

loves you so much he can't stand to be away from you

not even for 20 minutes

has scheduled calls for when he's on tour

sings you to sleep every night too </3

schedules everything since he's always so busy

times for cuddles too

will go to the bathroom with you just because

so clingy and adorable😭

always takes you to pretty places so he can't take pictures of you

has a folder with 932 pictures of both of you

(mostly you)

HYPE

HIM

UP!!!!!

PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE

he'd dance for you or send you an audio of him singing and ask what you think

wants a detailed response

and if everything was amazing he gets so happy

smiley puppy boy

comes straight to you after a performance

"how was my highnote here?"

"see my dance break? wasn't it good?"

sits you on his lap to watch himself on replay

even though stylists are trying to fix his hair and makeup

still going to sit you next next him and hold your hand

and the thoughts that go into his gifts?!!

you'll mention that you like a certain type of thing

eg. key chains

just in a random convo

and he'll get you a bunch of key chains he thinks you'll like

purely based off of how he observes you

and you'll love it

commemorates every little thing

the first time you locked eyes

the first time he introduced you as his s/o

just a happy and kind osul

he's so perfect

he's perfect in bed too

smut -

more like animalistic

this bitch doms FOR SURE

and it's a complete 180

LOVES BDSM😭

like not shit that's that's heavy cuz he doesn't want to hurt you

but WOW

it's just BDSM minus whips, chains and way too tight cuffs

other than that he's all up for tying you to a bed/table/chair

and fucking you dumb

SERIOUSLY

dumb

whimpering mess with spit and tears all over your face dumb

REAL high stamina

i mean who's surprised

he'd make you cum twice that night

twice while cleaning you up

twice in the morning

nd stick a virator in you and tell you to go about your day like nothing happened

either that or fills you with cum and makes you keep it in there

loves having sweet sex though

loves spoiling you

esp when you've had a bad day

"come here baby, let daddy make it all better yeah?"

if all you want is for him to treat you like a princess then he will

just lay there and he'll eat you out

you can cum whenever you want

no harsh rules

harsh rules are for punishments and when you go to the club

cuz lord knows when you come back from the club you're drunk

so now you're disobeying him and BOOM

he'll treat you like a princess who's also a slut

which you are, just for him😭

"on your knees slut, i'll teach you a lesson today that you better remember"

aftercare GOD

if he goes hard on you he babies you more

but if not then he treats you the same way he's been treating you

either way he's so caring and loving during aftercare

doesn't let you lift an eyebrow

#ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #yunho x reader #yunho smut #yunho fanfic #yunho x you #yunho fluff #yunho scenarios #yunho imagines #yeoyeos' anon req #yeoyeos' works

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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free fallin pt two | stranger things ; b.hargrove

A/N; This came to me earlier and I had to do it. Reader isn't a complete goody two shoes, but... she is /innocent/. I decided to write out an entire chapter of their own internalizations and a little friendship between Reader's little sis and Max. I am seriously hoping that this stays the way I think it will because if so, it's going to be cute to write out. and *ahem,coughs* hot in some parts. I uh.. have plans for this.

AHHH you guys, thank you so much. Anyone reading this, esp the likes/reblogs and tags/comments you guys have no idea how much this means to me and how much it encourages me to keep going. It really does help. Thank you soooooo much.

-Ashes.

Pairing ; Billy Hargrove x Innocent!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff; part I can be found by clicking. Definitely a good idea to read that and then come back and read this so it all makes sense. None of the events of s2 pertaining the upside down and all it's unholy terrors and Billy's death or Barbs will be happening. The upside down actually doesn't exist in any of the reader fics I write so.. yeah.

Warning; the smallest mention of Neil -but it's literally just him being mentioned as of rn. Billy. Billy is the warning here, loves. Because he's just an angsty and uncomfy lil bean bc he does not know what to do with ... things he learns.

Taglist;

@allelitesmut @aries-arcade @cole22ann @hcloangcls @heyaitsklaudia @krys-orion @musichealsscars @scoobiessnacks are the only people on my Stranger Things taglist. However I extend a tag to @rampagewriting -- no pressure bb feel free to absolutely ignore. If you do want to be on my taglist for anything including Stranger Things, please go -> here and add yourself.

rules + fandoms || masterlist || ask me things || requests ; open to headcanon asks + nsfw sfw alphabet letters only.

It’s actually 8:10 when you hear the raucous rumble of the engine belonging to Billy’s Camaro. You wander over to your bedroom window as you finish towel drying your hair and peer out through a gauzy tapestry. About the same time you’re doing this, your sister in middle school bursts through your door, giggling as she rushes to your window. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” she’s got a hand to her heart.

“What?” you give her a blank look.

“Billy Hargrove is parked outside our house, what the hell do you mean what?”

You roll your eyes. You’d forgotten all about her little crush on him. “Calm down. You’re in what, sixth grade?”

“Seventh, asshole.” Virginia pouts. “Seventh.”

“He’s still way too old. Besides,” you state calmly, “If you’re smart you’ll stay away from boys like that. Do you hear me?”

“Mhm. So then… care to explain why he’s here?” she taps her foot.

You throw your hands up in the air. “Tutoring, Gin. I’m tutoring him. There’s no other reason.”

“Are you sure? Because, I mean… I swear I won’t tell Mom and Patrick if he is your boyfriend. Only if it’s him, though. If you bring that prick Harrington over, ugh.. No.”

“I’m suuuure, oh my god, go to your own room.” you shove her out of your bedroom and shut the door behind you.

And then, after you’ve taken a little time to pull yourself together and you’re dressed in some shorts and a cropped red shirt with the Coca Cola logo on it, you make your way downstairs to open the door. Billy’s leaning in the doorway, a smirk on his face. “Darlin, hey.” he’s smooth, too smooth like usual. And when he steps into your house, he makes sure that he presses right up against you in the open doorway, right in front of at least three of your nosiest neighbors, all of whom happen to be either peering out their windows or out watering plants for the afternoon in their neatly manicured flower beds.

You gulp, hoping to God he didn’t see you do it. Mrs. Myrtle from across the street is staring at your house like she’s trying to commit Billy and his car to memory. “Shit.” you grab Billy’s wrist and pull him through the door, closing it behind you and locking it.

“That nosy bitch, I swear to God.” you grumble and Billy laughs.

“Somethin wrong?” he asks, gazing at you with that damned smirk. Like he doesn’t know already. He has to have heard how strict your mother and stepfather are, he has to be pretty damned aware that you’re known around Hawkins High as “Little Ms. Goody Two Shoes.”

“Yeah, if she tells my mom and dad you were here when they weren’t, I can kiss my non-existent social life goodbye. But it’s alright, it’s okay.. Maybe it’ll be okay.” you’re pacing a little but he chuckles as he watches you for a few seconds, finally reaching out to grab your arms and bring it to a stop. “You’re going to burn a hole through the floor.” he drawls, all relaxed and casual and obviously no fucks given if you get in serious shit.

You give him a dirty look but you take a deep breath. No reason to panic. They do know that you tutor. But if she tells them what you were wearing when you answered the door, oh god, the lectures. Your mother has tried at least ten times to throw out your favorite shorts and the shirt. Nevermind the fact that your grandmother has at least twenty pictures of your mom with her ass hanging out of her shorts.

Nevermind she used to be a little more…relaxed… before she met Patrick and they got married.

“Will you just sit down and cut out the pacing shit?” Billy is gazing at you, a brow raised. You nod, swallowing down a lump in your throat when you happen to glance down and see that his hands -those distracting damned hands, are still on your upper arms.

“Are we doing this or not, darlin? Because I stood up a real hot date just to come over here.” Billy chuckles when he says it, blue eyes dancing. Searching yours for even a hint of jealousy and he’s thrown for a loop when he doesn’t find any. What he does find is hurt.

And yet, you can’t stand him. It shouldn’t bother you.

It shouldn’t bother him that it bothers you.

You shove out what he’s just said and refuse to dignify it with a comment. It stung a little even though you’d absolutely die before admitting to it. ,,Of course he has a hot date, you think to yourself, he’s Billy fucking Hargrove.” and as soon as you allow yourself that one bitter and jealous little thought, you take a deep breath and nod to the dining table in the room across the hall. “It’s quieter there.”

“Yeah.” Billy mutters, slightly dazed because he can’t take his mind off of the fact that him saying he has a hot date didn’t piss you off or annoy you, but it looks and seems as if it hurt instead. Honestly, he didn’t have a hot date, he just said it to get under your skin.

Because you’ve been under his all damn day. First in that stupid and sweet little sundress with the grandma cardigan and then you answer the door and you look like one of the girls on the poster on his bedroom wall with the cropped shirt, bare feet and cut off denim.

He came here to study. And to get out of the house before Neil came in drunk and angry. Not be distracted, confronted by the one girl he keeps being told he can’t have.

He wanders into the dining room while you’re putting out the books and notebooks, some pens and some other things you might need close at hand. You nod to a chair and he sinks down, wordless.

“Okay, first..” you don’t even look up at him as you open your book to get a little of your own homework done too, “Let’s see how far behind you are, Hargrove.”

He shoves the notebook he brought over in your direction and you take it, flipping through. Somehow, you expected him to be a lot farther behind. The way he made it sound in the hallway at school, he was borderline flunking out. You look up at him, twisting hair around your finger. “Four assignments? That’s it?”

Billy shrugs.

“Okay, okay, this is good. This is actually better than I was expecting.” you can see that somehow, your reaction bothered him and for some reason, it has you scrambling to make it sound a little more… complimentary. Because you don’t want him to think you thought he was dumb as dirt or purposely slacking off.

To be fair, you wouldn’t have put it past him so the fact that he is just four behind is a pleasant surprise.

“This is really good, actually.” you manage a smile.

And just when he thinks he can’t get any worse off, there you go. Smiling at him. Rubbing salt in an open wound.

“I don’t just fuck, drink, party and do sports.” Billy mutters calmly as you read over the rough draft of an essay that you’re surprised was pinned by him for creative writing. A class you’d never associate with him to begin with. You’d have honestly pegged him for a shop class.

You’ve got your legs on the table and you’re twisting your hair as you read over the rim of your glasses and Billy clears his throat. “Can I get some water or something?”

He just needs to get some space because it’s too much.

When he specifically chose you to be his tutor, it was because he didn’t think you’d get any more appealing to him. He thought he could control himself. He thought he could work his way under your skin like you’ve worked your way under his. Turnabout and fair play.

He’s discovering that this little idea of his may not be the brightest one he’s had.

You get up from the seat and wander into the kitchen, getting up on the counter to get a glass out of the cabinet so you don’t have to wash one already out. You lose your balance just a little and you gasp as you feel the warmth of rough hands gripping your bare middle. You glance down at Billy sheepishly and gulp.

“There’s a glass right there.” he points out calmly.

“I hate washing dishes.” you point out. Billy grabs the glass you’d been reaching for and walks over to the sink, filling it with water. And he leans against the sink, watching you rifle through your fridge.

“Damn it, Gin… you ate my yogurt.” you grumble to yourself in disappointment as you close the door. And when you turn around, you find yourself body to body with Billy. Who promptly gives you one of those fucking smirks. Biting his bottom lip as his eyes move from your eyes down to your mouth. Lingering.

Intent.

“Okay, Hargrove.” you manage to get the words out, only they may as well be a whisper and you want to simply vanish.

This whole idea to give tutoring him a trial run was not a good one, nope. If you thought your dreams about him or the way you’re so fucking aware of him were bad before, you have a feeling they’re going to get so much worse.

Your younger sister peeks in after about an hour to find you going over Billy’s Algebra assignment and explaining to him what’s wrong with one of the problems and she laughs to herself because he’s staring at you like an idiot, he might as well be drooling.

“I thought you said your brother was a heartless asshole, Max.” Gin whispers into the phone to her classmate Max Mayfield.

“Oh, he can be. He’s just on his best behavior right now. Give it time, Gin.”

“I think you’re wrong, okay? I just have a feeling.”

“Yeah? Well I live with him, Gin. I know him. Just linger a little bit. Make sure he’s not trying to put the moves on her, please? I… I don’t want him to hurt her too.” Max pleads and Gin grumbles. “ ‘Kay, fiiine. I’ll go raid the fridge and call ya back.”

“Please?” Max asks before hanging up.

Gin wanders into the dining room, straight for the kitchen. You glance up and your sister gives a sheepish wave, her gaze lingering on Billy. You palm your face and laugh to yourself.

Naturally, she’s got a crush. She’ll be in and out while he’s here.

“Don’t come in here distracting him.”

“I wasn’t!” Gin mocks a look of horror as you step into the kitchen. You fold your arms and look at her. “I mean it, kid. I know you think he’s hot but he’s way too old for you, alright? Don’t… Don’t make the same mistake me and Mom did.”

“Mom’s only mistake was literally marrying Patrick the uptight countr y club prick.”

“Our father is in prison. They ran away when they were seventeen. Then you have me, being stupid last year with that idiot up at State. I can’t believe I was dumb enough to think a college guy wanted to date me.” you rub your temple and shake your head. “Look, it’s a damn good thing I didn’t do something I really regret. Just… Do not do what we did. Stick to books or boys your own age.”

“Would you relax?” Gin grabs your pint of ice cream and you give her a dirty look, taking the spoon from her after she digs it out of the silverware drawer. You sigh quietly. “I know Billy wouldn’t lead you on like that asshole at State did to me or our father did to mom, but like.. Break your attraction pattern now, kid.”

“You first. I see you staring at him.”

“I do not!”

“Every time he comes to pick Max up from the arcade it’s like your head’s on a swivel. Stop lecturing me and go up in our bathroom, look in the mirror and lecture yourself. Where’s your lighter. I wanna light my candle before the prick with his sensitive nose comes home.”

You dig around in the pocket of your jacket and toss Gin your lighter and she walks right back through the dining room and into the hallway, grabbing the phone on the way.

And Billy clears his throat from the door. And he’s staring at you with that damned smirk. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. Just Gin being nosy. She’s got a crush on you, by the way.” you stick your tongue out at Gin, who flips you off from the doorway. Billy snickers quietly. “Nope. Go play with dolls or somethin, kid.” he laughs.

He files away what he did overhear being said between you and your sister for future reference and nods to the dining room. “I think I’m done.” he mutters quietly.

“Okay, let’s go look at it.” you smile and slink past him in the doorway over to the dining table. You sink back down in the chair and you’re going over his worksheet when he clears his throat. “Any reason your sister asked you for a lighter just now?”

Your mouth opens and closes and you shrug. “It belonged to our dad. I keep it on me. She uses it to light her candles while Mom and Patrick are gone.”

“Stepdad, huh?”

“Uptight fun-sucking asshole is more like it.” you mumble, low enough that you’re sure he doesn’t catch it. But he does, and he chuckles.

Suddenly, there’s just a little more about you and certain habits you have that make a lot of sense.��

“So do you smoke or do you just keep it?”

You don’t answer. Billy smirks to himself.

You’re apparently full of surprises. This is either a very good or a very bad thing. He’s not sure which because this is the first time a girl has actually gotten under his skin the way you have. Normally, he can fuck ‘em and forget ‘em already.

You’re a challenge and he absolutely loves those. And he’s staking his hopes on finally getting you to crack so he can fuck you out of his head and out from under his skin already because you’re driving him crazy with your stupid little sundresses and cardigans and then this whole other side you’ve shown him tonight hasn’t made that any better at all.

If something doesn’t happen soon, he’s going to lose his mind, do something stupid like let you get close and he’s determined that cannot happen.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove x fem!reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x fem!reader imagine #billy hargrove x fem!reader fanfiction #billy hargrove x reader imagine #billy hargrove x reader fanfiction

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urvenicebtch · 2 years

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-----pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you take Bucky on his first rollercoaster since the 40s

A/N: hiya. this is really short but it’s getting hot out so i wanted to incorporate my favourite place of all time: theme/amusement parks! (esp. canadas wonderland💕)

Warnings: anxiety, a ride pass-out, that’s it i guess, just some rollercoaster bucky fluff!

All the way through the queue, Bucky was anxious.

You knew he hadn’t been on a ride, let alone at a themepark, in almost a century, so you wanted to take him to the best one you knew to try to reintroduce him. The busy walkways and loud kids didn’t seem to bother him as much as you’d thought it would, but the rides? Oh, boy.

At the front of the line for the first ride of the day, you and Bucky stand, him squeezing the feeling out of your hand as he holds it— looking nonchalant. The gates open and you step onto the platform scouting good seats.

“Front, middle, or back?” you ask. He just stares at you for a moment before stuttering his response.

“Uh, middle, I guess. Can’t go wrong with in-between, right?” he answers. You grab his hand and find two spots in the middle of the train and scooch in, tossing your bag to the other side of the platform. Some people around you stare, people all around the park were, but Bucky was getting used to it. Some of them knew who he was and some of them were just… intimidated.

Only when the employees come by to check the seatbelts do you realize Bucky’s expression. The employee on his side came by, then checked his seatbelt, and you looked over at him only to see his face completely drained. You take his hand in yours and give it a squeeze just as the ride starts to move. People chattering and going about their day below you echoes in the high air as the cart climbs the incline, making loud clicks as it goes up.

“Buck, just don’t look down and it won’t be so bad, alright? You’re fine, we’re in a controlled environment,” you whisper into his ear. Bucky being Bucky, the moment you mention looking down, he does exactly that. He peeks over the edge ever so slightly and immediately looks back to you with a face full of dread. You smile at him and squeeze his hand tight as you reach the tip of the incline, preparing for the drop.

“Hold on, Bucky!” you exclaim as the ride rounds the drop. Going down, you keep your eyes squeezed shut until you reach the bottom, laughing hysterically at Bucky’s howling the entire way down. Tears form in your eyes from laughing by the time you reach the second incline and drop again. You look over to see his knuckles turned no other shade than a ghostly white as he grips the handlebar so hard you think you hear the metal begin to creak.

On the last hill, you look over once more just as you reach the top to see him out like a light. You don’t know where or when but he is out. You laugh even harder, now completely unable to breathe as you look at his limp figure sliding around in his seat until you reach the end of the ride. He wakes as you enter the station again, watching as you fall to your knees the second you step out of the ride onto the platform. Somewhat disoriented, he looks around before stepping out of his seat and joining you on the other side of the platform. After a little while of watching you wheeze he begins to smile, extending his hand for you to take.

You take his hand and lead him down the exit as you continue to laugh a bit, explaining to him what exactly you found funny. He laughs with you when you start to explain the unconscious part and follows you down the path to an even bigger ride. He looks up at the drop of this one compared to the last and his face runs pale again.

“Can we do the other one again?”

#bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #female reader #fanfic #reader insert #wattpad #theme park #amusement park #tfatws!bucky

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mlobsters · 3 months

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supernatural s13e18 bring 'em back alive (w. brad buckner, eugenie ross-leming)

charlie? really? ok. her exit was horrendous so maybe this is trying to make up for that but the reunion tour of this era is making me real tired

CASTIEL Dean is in Apocalypse World, alone? SAM No, he's with Ketch, so he's not alone. CASTIEL Because that makes it so much better. SAM Cass, he wanted to go solo. CASTIEL And you let him? SAM I... He didn't give me much of a choice. Anyways, Dean's right. As long as he's over there, and we're here, we need to be taking care of Gabriel, getting him right again.

oh please, cas, like you're any better at it :p unless you just force-sleep everyone

cas, perhaps give sam more than 10 seconds of talking to gabriel before declaring it a lost cause. surprise surprise trying to force feed the clearly very traumatized gabriel grace back garnered a bad reaction. why are they having cas be an ass now suddenly. speight looks so tiny all huddled up compared to cas and sam

(forgot/don't care about the lucifer and danneel situation quite honestly)

jackles what was THAT. the most ridiculous fall. the backpack being yeeted 10 feet and the legs windmilling for no reason

great. of course.

KETCH Now then... this will smart. There we are. Good lad. Good lad. Good lad.

ok. i follow a horse rider in wales who is always saying 'good lad' to her horses in the same manner lol. okay this is too much. i'll just include both scenes in the clip

so first thing. i really like the sound design of cas doing his whatever in gabriel's head. we get the ringing associated with "enochian" yeah whatever bros. and also the background static along with the like, waves of something too far away so it's just more garbled static. worst description ever. imagine you're in a car driving across the country and you're trying to find a station but you're in the middle of bumfuck nothing. anyway, it's subtle but it's a nice touch. even if i think the execution of angel radio generally is kinda goofy, i like the angel radio can't find a station situation

secondly, i'm really not sure what they're trying to sell us here with this dean and ketch scene. the good lad'ing aside, there's also so some sort of weird eye contact moments that seem weirdly hot and heavy for these characters in this situation. it feels like they're trying to sell me on ketch and dean bonding and i'm 🙅 i can only stow so much baggage (like hey cas for example, that one doesn't stay stowed very well admittedly [i hold a grudge for the bad things he did but try not to because they don't]) I'M OUT OF ROOM. it's not rehabbing john winchester levels of 🚫 but it's up there.

SAM Gabriel, you have to dig yourself out of this hole. Look, I know you think it's safer inside. No more torture. No more pain. No more expectations. I've been there. You were nothing like your family. You sure as hell weren't like your dad. Me either. And just like you, I got out. Or I-I thought I got out. But then... then my family needed me. And this is my life. No matter how many times I tried to fight it, this is what I was put here to do. This is where I make the world a better place. And sure, yeah, hookers in Monte Carlo sounds great, but your family needs you. Jack, your nephew, needs you. The world needs you. We need you. Gabriel, I need you. So, please, help us.

oh my god this episode has too many moments i want clips of. this fucking speech sam is making is RIDICULOUS and now we got this swelling mushy music via horns so it feels vaguely like. militaristicor star wars, to go with the rousing THE WATERS RECEDED speech (jay gruska episode)

thank you for the john w shade, you know i'm always here for it esp since i just bitched about the show's attempts at rehabbing him over the years :p also, wonder what the "got out" is referring to - an actual stanford mention? rarities this day in age.

also like, why is everyone so mad at gabriel? give him more than a few hours? this is a whack ass episode, man. and ALSO, sam's impassioned and emotional, "i need you" like what is going on right now? what do they need gabriel for so badly? generally having a strong ally? i've lost the plot here.

i am really not here for dean reliving his manpain over the frustrating and maddening original killing of charlie as some bonding experience with mr ketchup.

gabriel killing asmodeus, ketch staying behind with charlie, and in fact they only weepily needed gabriel to fight with them and big surprise he wasn't interested and bailed. and no grace to make another portal. whatever, man. dean got to have a little temper tantrum over being stymied again (i get it, but i also flinch [and panic] when someone explodes like that)

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 13x18 #spn clip #spn mushy music #spn musical score #brad buckner #eugenie ross leming #jay gruska

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Thanks for another great chapter Kai! 💙

Right, so, lets get into the nitty gritty.

Satoru, bruh, what the ffffffffff*ck?! Cheating. Again! The audacity of touching her like he was her man in front of Suguru and Rie (I felt kinda bad for her this chapter ngl), then kissing her like that. And then bombarding her with texts, flowers and chocolates etc. Bro... you good?

(Yoongi is me reading that like huh??)

And this is me tearing his shitty lousy flowers apart

If anything this behaviour would completely put me off him. Any love or feelings I had left would be out the window. You did this once to me and now you're throwing another girl out??? It shows he's not consistent. Because I'm starting to think he loved the idea of both women in different ways. And yeh I get the whole "you only understand the value of something/someone when it's/they're gone". But he's taking the piss now.

Rie, girl, I'm sorry I still dislike you becaue you were part of the problem. But I felt bad for her. The desperation from her here was just sad and i felt awkward. She was really pulling at straws. And that part when she said something like "will you throw away us for something that's already finished?" (Sorry i know its not the correct quote), i was like girl... YES!!! He threw away 5 years for you. You've been around for not even 5 months, you're nothing to this fool. They're both delusional. Chasing something that's not theirs. I want Rie to see this as a way to redeem herself. Learn and do better. I'm hoping YN doesn't act on a whim and be mean to Rie. Don't do it girl. You're better than this.

As much as I love the idea of Y/NxSuguru, realistically it would be awkward. It's like an unwritten rule to not date exs mates. Esp if it ended bad. I know it works well in some cases, but here... 😬😬 YN has seen how how much of a floozy (lol im sorry i cant think of another word rn, its on the tip of my tongue) is being. So i hope shes going to immerse herself into work and doing good for herself and not letting Gojo sway her. Maybe here we meet Nanami or Toji instead??? 😏😏😏😏 I hope she still gets her tattoo.

And someone shave Gojos head with a blunt butter knife. Just the middle bit and let him look like the fool he bloody is!

Thank you again Kai! You write so well! You've actually inspired me to do some writing and i hope to put it out here soon! I hope you're taking care of yourself. Stay happy and healthy 🤗💙😘

ok omg wait yoongi is so cute 😭💕 but yeah while writing i started to feel bad for rie too, bc it's like she's really enjoying the life w gojo those past weeks and then there's gojo dreaming of yn :(( and gojo trying to win yn back ahh, he's got issues to fix and figure out himself. he's really impulsive, that's the dominant trait in his character and it's destructive. even irl, impulsiveness only cause trouble :')) and the blunt butter knife LMAOO that's a struggle 😭 anywayy omgg you're releasing another piece, im excited !!!! please take care too, and have a great week <33

#🍭—kaitalks #f: permanent mark

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lennjamin-o7 · 1 year

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you'd be surprised at how many people reread your fic lmao, I also love rereading your fic (esp for the angst 👀). One of the funniest thing I realized at one of my rereads is that all of the blessed ones have the same 'short word + name of weapon' pattern techno does. I did an irl facepalm for not realizing it sooner lmao.

My favorite scenes is definitely techno's dream sequences, esp because it's genuinely does feel like a dream. Idk how to explain it, but it's scratching my brain in the best way. Plus the way you revealed the blood god!! Honestly I think that's one of the best application of "show don't tell" I've seen in a while. Cuz, you never said that it was the blood god, but Everything in that exact moment just Screams it. I just love the dream sequences alright. Also, the fact that the blood god actually hates how the church is treating techno is really funny to me, cuz now there's three parties who wants techno, and none of them will go down easily (unless techno's gonna off of blood god's hand with that little bet 👀).

Alright this is getting too long, I've already poured out so much in the comments and somehow I'm still having thoughts abt this fic 😵‍💫 what I want to say is, this is such a good fic I love it very much mwah /p

side note: I don't know why, but my brain has decided that your blood god looks like Mohg from elden ring (tw for body horror if you decide to look him up tho). I mean, his title is Lord of Blood so it kinda makes sense.

I'm so happy that something I created gave you enough joy that you read it not once but TWICE. But you insinuating that you read it more than twice. Bruh. I'm just incredibly flattered 💚💚💚.

I am incredibly proud of the names for the Blessed so I am glad people enjoy that, too, and it's not just me giggling at it. I originally was making it that every Blessed had 2 Syllable Adjective + 1 Syllable Weapon, specifically. So it had the exact same stressed syllables as Technoblade's name when said outloud. Just so it was even more integrated into the fic. (Also, Subtleknife is a nudge at His Dark Materials series by Philip Pullman, which also has religious themes to it. Especially in relation to religious zealotry and overreach. So, I thought it would be a fun little fitting addition)

But as I added more names, it became harder to do that pattern because there are only so many 1 syllable weapons. And I really didn't want to keep reusing weapons, even if in Universe that's what they would have had to do. And I had the wiki for Melee weapons open on my computer for so long lol. So, I know I eventually caved on sticking strictly with that setup as more side ocs were named.

I am so glad you like the dream sequences! I have a BLAST writing those, and I have actually written two or three that never made it into the fic because I felt I needed to use them more sparingly. If I use them too often, I feel like it will ruin the tension of them, you know? So, as much fun as I had writing them, I do have to restrain myself lol. But trust me, I love them very much. And there will definitely be more in the fic because I am weak and want more. It definitely scratches my brain, too.

And I am glad I've been successful with the Show, Don't Tell. That is one of my personal goals when I started writing this fic in particular. To do better with show don't tell. And its really encouraging to hear that it was successful. Especially with the Blood God, because I was trying to hit that niche of, like, eldritch horror. Which HAS to be show not tell. Because I can't just say "hey, this guy is horrifying and incomprehensible!" and have the same impact. I had a lot of fun trying to find the right words to get across the feelings of those scenes. It was a lot of effort, but really really fun effort.

And Techno is in the middle of a multi-sided tug of war and doesn't even realize it lololol. Unfortunately, he's the rope. Which isn't, you know, great. I mean, for him anyways. All of us that like angst are having fun.

I love every word so if you are worried about it being long for me, please don't worry. I'm screenshotting it, printing it out, and eating it. I love it. Delicious food. Chef kiss. I love it. And I love the comments. And I am so happy it makes you happy enough to rotate it in your brain. Because it also rotates in my brain.

And I've never played Elden Ring, but I did look that up and fuck that is a cool design. The people who designed that game really went off. And feel free to imagine the Blood God like that, its looks neat as hell!

And its not like I've described what the Blood God looks like.

Because Techno hasn't looked at him yet.

Which I'm sure isn't significant. :)

Have a great day! And seriously. Thank you for the ask 💚💚💚

#lenn writes #to be truly free #ask and ye shall receive #happeetmblr

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bisexualrights · 3 years

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"One dollar, two dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine. I got it. You want a box of condoms? What kind? That's two quarters. Two quarter waters. The New York Times. You need a bag for that? The tax is added."

#in the heights #intheheightsedit #musicaltheatreedit #theatreedit #musicaledit #usersmile #tusernico #usercharr #usernobie #underbetelgeuse #tuserlaine #userpayton #usermaya #usersnat #mine:gif #*films #he just looked so good....esp the middle gif #1000

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bibbykins · 3 years

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Hold Back (M)

A/N: Oh boy this one is nastieeeeee, but it was so fun to write and I hope y'all have fun reading it. Thank you all so much for your patience and kind words, it feels so so good to be back, and I'll try to keep active! As always, I hope you enjoy and tipping is not required but super appreciated (esp since I am moving soon!)

Note: This is an installment of The Household's Bunny series and I highly recommend reading the other parts prior to this one

Words: 9k

Pairing: Soft(?) yandere! OT7 x Chubby camgirl! Reader

Warnings: 18+, yandere behavior/thoughts, obsessiveness, possessiveness, jealousy, slight degradation, mention of hospital stay, mention of abandonment, self-hatred, insecurity, family abandonment, vulnerable moment, hurt-comfort (?), brief fantasy of violence, allusion to trauma, parental death, jungyoon sucking by what's new?, daddy kink, spitting/drool kink, a lot of drool/spit, choking kink, praise kink, penetrative sex, cream pie, dom/sub dynamics, kinda dumbification

“Oh, you have a kid?” Mona’s voice rang through the empty salon as Hoseok worked on her hair while her colleague, assistant, or whoever he was, stood off to the side awkwardly.

He couldn’t quite remember the middle-aged man’s name. The man’s appearance was as unremarkable as his aura. He was bland, plain yogurt to Mona’s whimsical confectionary persona, and Hoseok wondered why he was even here to begin with. Mona had come in for her hair appointment with her adopted son and brought some man along, an occurrence that usually only happened with people that piqued her interest. She had a habit of collecting people she thought were cool and calling it love or some other form of affection, that’s how Hoseok was a mere one of her seven “sons”.

Plain Yogurt sputtered as he hung up his phone, his hushed call not nearly as hushed as he thought, “Uh, well, I wouldn’t call her my kid.” He jumped when Hoseok’s eyes darted to the pathetic display of a man almost twice his age stuttering over a simple question, “I mean, it’s my sister’s kid but I’m her primary guardian now.” He explained as Hoseok drew his attention back to Mona’s golden locks.

“Ah, that’s like me and Hoseokie.” She jeered, her manicured hand gesturing to the hairstylist, “I was good friends with his mother before she passed, so I took him in and raised him as my own.”

Hoeseok offered a fake smile to Plain Yogurt before continuing his work. He loved Mona, or at least that was as close as he got to love. Mona raised him when no one else wanted to take in the 15-year-old whose mom died of cancer. No one had even visited his mom in the hospital beyond Mona. His mother had been alone, a recluse since she had Hoseok at a young age, and thus, Mona was all she and Hoseok had. He knew the woman was a good person, but he also knew it was the attention she received from adopting him that led to her obsession with having seven successful sons.

Mona was great, but she was no mother. She was more like a prestigious boarding school program. Nevertheless, Hoseok wouldn’t have taken too kindly to a woman trying to replace his mother at that age anyway. Now, his fierce attachment to his mother was dissolved and his attachment to Mona was superficial. He led a life void of the fierce loyalty he employed from such a young age. Nevertheless, he led a content life.

She smiled, kind, “Being a parent is so rewarding, isn’t it, Jungyoon?”

Ah, so that was his name, “Well, I wouldn’t call myself a parent.” He quickly spoke, “Her mom left when she was 15, so there wasn’t much for me to do but take her in.” Hoseok's brow furrowed at this momentarily, “I’m just her uncle is all, we’re not really blood though.” He mused, “Her mom was adopted and I was just the only one who would look after her.” The bitterness in his voice was unmistakable, and it made Hoseok’s skin crawl, “We don’t talk a lot usually, but she had an… accident so now she needs to find a new place to live-” He must have realized he was rambling, “She was just calling to tell me the other apartment I found wasn’t “safe” enough so, I’m just going through that with her.” He seemed to be complaining about an orphaned girl and that made Hoseok grip the flat iron even harder, the increasing heat on his skin was nothing compared to his broiling anger.

“Ah, I see, you’ve mentioned your niece before.” Mona seemed displeased by Jungyoon’s dismissal of safety, “Well, she’s still in school, of course, she must be safe, especially as a woman.” She chided, trying to hide her distaste, “I’ll help, and we’ll talk details in the car.” She wasn’t offering by any means, it was an order. Jungyoon seemed to notice this and nodded submissively.

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Had he known that niece was you, Hoseok was unsure if he could’ve held himself back from smacking the flat iron across your uncle’s face and watching with unmatched bliss as he flailed for help only to receive the same morale-crushing indifference he gave to you. You didn’t outright say that was how he treated you, but Hoseok could see it as clear as day.

Although, the very act was something he had grown used to doing, always holding himself back. He was used to biting his tongue, playing the dutiful son to Mona that even as an adult, his desires, and even his true intentions, took the back burner to his shining personality.

The only ones who ever knew his inner monologue were his fellow roommates of a similar mental disposition. Well, them and...

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Your mary janes were tapping lightly against the marbled flooring as you fought the urge to bite at your newly manicured nails.

The hairstylist initially peaked out his head to figure out what that incessant noise was, but when his eyes landed on your form, he couldn’t help his intrigue. You had been wearing a black and white plaid mod-style dress with a white collar and white stockings to match. There was something of a fire inside him when he studied your form, and before he could stop himself, he was approaching you.

“Are you here for an appointment?” Hoseok asked as you sat in the lobby by yourself.

You jumped before laughing it off when your eyes landed on the mask-clad man before you, “Sorry, uh no, I’m waiting for a friend.” You explained, a shining smile on your face that didn’t quite reflect as genuine in your eyes, but it still made the man’s face heat. His eyes were kind and you could tell he was smiling back, which brought you comfort.

You were beautiful, that much was undeniable. He could see your plush thighs against the chair more clearly this close and he had to stop himself from staring so salaciously, “Ah, I see.” He thought for a moment, “I had a cancellation, did you want your hair done today?” He offered you, and he mentally apologized to his extensive waitlist of clients for folding to a pretty girl like this, but he faltered when you shook your head with wide eyes.

“Oh, goodness no, I could never afford the rates.” You chuckled, “I’m on a tight budget so I just do my own hair.”

Hoseok’s face paled at the mere thought, “Your hair is too beautiful to be so reckless.” He chided before squatting in front of you to look up into your eyes, “Let me do it for free- just this once.” He insisted as he saw your hesitance, “Or else I’ll be so bored, and my next client isn’t until later.” He pouted dramatically and he could see your resolve breaking, “It’ll be quick?”

Finally, you nodded and you couldn’t help but mirror his smile as he took your hand, leading you into his elegantly decorated suite. You had no time to take a look around as he sat you in the chair and got to work, but you couldn’t control the flinch when you felt his fingertips brush across your neck, “Sorry, reflex, don’t mind me.” You chuckled nervously and the notion made him concerned, but he hummed in acknowledgment while he expertly fiddled with your hair, “So uh...do you do this often?” You asked awkwardly.

The man laughed, “Nope, but I just couldn’t resist.” His voice was like silk and his touch was feather-light, “You’re dressed so pretty, I just had to.” You giggled at this, and it was such a wonderful sound.

Hoseok was being honest, he didn’t usually do this, but there was something about the sadness that glazed over your eyes when you thought no one was looking. There was something almost familiar in the way it looked like you were just trying to get comfortable in your own skin, and he couldn’t help but want to bring a smile to your face that actually reached your eyes, “I just bought this dress from a vintage shop and had to alter it to my size, so thank you.” You chirped, “My sewing skills are by no means top-notch, but I tried.” You twiddled your thumbs and he watched the way you rubbed your wrists. Only then did he notice the yellowing marks of healing bruising on your wrists and left forearms, the deep scabs also not being lost on him. He felt his heart sink with worry, but as if you could read his mind, you spoke, “I.. uh... Was in the hospital because of… an inciden-accident, because of an accident a couple of months ago, so having my hair done feels like…” You thought for a moment as your head was down while he worked on the back of your hair, “It feels like I’m getting back to normal.” You mused, “I felt like all my life I’ve been losing people, pieces of myself with them, but this is something no one can take away, it’s normal.” You exhaled, as if you had been waiting to speak to someone who will listen to you, and listen he did.

Hoseok was silent as he worked. He wanted to ask a million questions. He wanted to hug you and tell you it would all be okay. In a weird way, he understood what you meant. He understood what watching people slip away felt like, what being alone meant to someone who thrived on love. He could feel the emptiness he once felt within you and he could only hope what he was doing would fill even the tiniest bit of the void you could feel swallowing you whole.

He didn’t speak and yet, the silence was comfortable. He was comforting. It was only midway through his vow of silence you realized the soft music that was playing piano versions of game soundtracks, and this much made you smile.

Finally, he was finished, and it was only then that he spoke, “Not normal.” He murmured, “Even better.” He patted your shoulders before going your chin to lift. You looked at yourself and your new hairstyle with glee and he watched, wholly infatuated with the way your smile bloomed in your eyes.

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He regretted letting you walk out of his suite without so much as giving you his name or asking for yours. He had never met someone who he could understand so viscerally, and who could understand him if he just let them. Hoseok had remained a friendly face, but his patience was thinning as more and more of the others made their feelings for you known.

Not that he had anyone but himself to blame. He had kept as friendly of a distance as he could to avoid the urge to barbarically claim you as his.

Although, that day in his car set his resolve as thin as possible as he remembered how pretty his hickeys looked on your throat. Not to mention the way you kissed him at every given moment and the times you had him take photos for your page-

Hoseok groaned as his eyes rolled back. Fuck, he should have never agreed to go on tour if it were going to make him this far behind, let alone make him miss you this much. Now, he was home but he had been called in for an emergency job for some starlet for a photoshoot that lasted way too long. By the time he came home, you were out of the house, wrapping up one last exam.

He thought back to how the hell he got here. How the hell did he end up unintentionally giving into Mona’s master plan of keeping all her “sons” in one place, regardless of how far that place was from her. Why the hell did Mona even insist on housing you and why did Jin, the real owner of the building agree to house you here? What kind of bullshit was at play that landed you in the laps of all seven of them?

The answers to those questions didn’t quite matter anymore. The damage had been done. Hoseok was utterly obsessed with you. He learned long ago how far his smile and easy-going personality could get him, and that got him every piece of information about yourself that you would share. He knew almost everything about you by this point, and yet, you couldn’t understand how infatuated he was with you?!

It was infuriating, even more so because it wasn’t your fault. His guard was constantly up after losing his mom, the woman who homeschooled him and isolated him from the world, a woman he didn’t even love but it was the closest thing he ever had until-

Before he could properly process his emotions, he was driving to your college campus after asking Jimin, who of course knew, what your last exam was and at which building. He briskly walked to his car in the garage, shooting a pointed glare to the hunk of junk you called your car. Despite his gaze, he was thankful you didn’t try to drive it today.

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Your cries bounced off the walls in the garage, only ever overpowered by your car’s sputtering and hacking each time you turned the key before it devolved into silence, stillness, death you couldn’t quite cope with. Frustration, rage, and most consuming, despair engulfed your entire form as you brought your head down with a vengeance. Your forehead honked the horn briefly and your ears picked up your pained and pathetic cry.

This seemed to snap you out of your wallowing, even if for only a moment as you sat up straight and wiped your tears. You plucked your phone from your purse weakly as you texted Sumin that your car wasn’t starting to which he responded with a simple, “Damn, well, maybe I’ll see you another time.” Yeah, he seemed super disappointed, so why were you in shambles over a subpar date?

You sighed, knowing the answer, You had just made out with two of your roommates who were exceptionally out of your league a mere two days ago. Not to mention what you did with two more of them not much earlier. Then, there was the stress of final exams and producing enough content for your subscribers. It was all so exhausting, but you had refused to cry until it all came tumbling out.

Why were you even trying to hook up with Sumin? It’s not like he took good photos for you?

Another question you already knew the answer to.

Your heart longed for intimacy so you went for someone who you knew would say yes, someone who had been half-heartedly pestering you for another roll in the sheets. Sumin was a suitable, albeit shallow, solution to the emptiness you felt. He was using you for curves to grab and let go of at will and you were using him to feel something. You thought maybe you wouldn’t feel so dumb if it was mutual using. And yet, you were the one crying, lonely, and with a fucked up car.

At this pathetic realization that you were crying over not being able to fulfill a booty call, you only cried further as your head settled on the wheel. It was dehumanizing, sitting in your mother’s old car as it denied you even the tiniest shreds of happiness. Nevertheless, it felt like what you deserved. You were lonely for a reason, weren’t you? Your mother left you, your uncle didn’t even care enough to hate you properly, and you couldn’t even keep a significant other. You were too cowardly to be honest with your roommates about your feelings or even seek out the affection you want to deserve so bad. But how could you ever deserve such a delicacy you’ve never even had the chance to taste?

“Bunny?” You could hear Hoseok’s voice cut through your wallowing, but you didn’t have the gall to even look at him.

“Hi, Hobi.” You offered weakly, “Don’t mind me.” You waved a nonchalant hand, vocal fry evident.

He snorted, “No, I think I am gonna mind the pretty girl in the garage crying.” He chided lightly and you could see him lean inside of the absent window, “I’d ask if you’re okay, but that would feel patronizing.”

You managed a short, pitiful laugh, “I know you’d never patronize me.” His smile at this quickly faded as your sobs reached his ears, “You’re a nice guy, even if I don’t deserve it.” You nearly wailed, “I’m the stupid one who’s crying in a car that won’t start with nowhere to go anymore.” His hand placed itself on your head before you flinched, but relaxed quickly, “Sorry, it’s a reflex.” You mumbled and Hoseok’s heart caught in his throat at the idea that you developed such a reflex to begin with.

“Don’t be sorry about anything.” He soothed, “Don’t worry about the car, we can get it fixed, or something.” He would much prefer buying you a new one but from what he heard from Taehyung, you refused to let go of this death trap on wheels, “I can give you a ride wherever you need to go.” He offered and you shook your head.

“I already told my date about my car.” His muscles turned to stone for a moment as he hoped with all his might that he was not about to drive you to a date. You sighed, “If I wanted to go that badly, I would’ve asked him for a ride, and if he wanted me to go that badly, he would’ve offered me one.” He could sense some anger in your voice, but he could almost bet it was misdirected, that you were angrier at yourself than your date.

"A date?!" You could hardly register his surprise as you nodded through bleary eyes, "Wh-Wha-W-Why-Why didn't you tell any of us?" He was trying to wade through the panic of you crying and the panic of you going on a date.

Your brows scrunched as you looked up at him, "Why would I?"

Shit. You were right. You didn't owe them anything, and yet, he couldn’t back down, especially at the sight of your eyeliner dissolving into nothing, "I…” Am utterly infatuated with you. Want to pick up where we left off. Anything, say something, “...could've done your hair." He steadied his words as best as he could while smacking himself for his cowardice. He had never once been afraid of speaking his mind, he just never felt the need to. And yet, the moment his true intentions were bursting at the seams, nervousness consumed him. He breathed an internal sigh of relief as you shrugged, nodding, accepting his cowardly reasoning for knowing your every move as acceptable.

"Well, it hardly matters now." You droned as your bottom lip quivered, “It wasn’t much of a date anyway. He was gonna take some photos for my page and then maybe we would fuck, I don’t know.” You whined, exhausted with yourself.

“I’ll take the photos for you.” Hoseok’s voice was almost stern, but the tenderness on his face fooled you into thinking he was offering out of pure kindness.

“Really?” Your voice cracked as he opened the car door.

“If it’ll stop you from going on pseudo-dates, I’ll do anything you want.” He stifled a short laugh to soften the weight of his words that you hardly had the brainpower to register for what they were as he lifted you from the car, “Hold onto me, bunny.” His voice was sweet and soothing as you held him closely.

“This is nice.” You mused as he carried you through the building with ease, “You’re quite strong, Hobi.”

He scoffed as he stroked your thigh softly while he walked. He wanted to tell you a strong person would be honest about their feelings. A strong person would beg you to never even think of going on another date again. He was selfish. That’s what he was. He was a selfish coward, but if that’s what he had to be to keep you from other people that could take you from all of them, that’s what he would be. Until he couldn’t swallow down the depths of his feeling for you any longer. He knew his cowardice was on borrowed time, but as he held your half-asleep form in his arms while he waited for the elevator to rise up to your floor, he couldn’t worry about the ticking sound within him.

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You had to focus extra hard on not tripping up the lecture hall stairs as you left. You were dressed in a cream-colored flowy dress that went to your knees with brown ankle socks to match your necklace, which was a cute outfit, if not for the cream platform heels that threatened your balance and your ankles. However, this fact and sordid history with the shoes didn’t stop you from wanting to look cute when you finished your last exam for college, hoping the glitz would swallow the uncertainty of your future in your throat.

That uncertainty clouded your thoughts as you pushed past the double doors and looked around the empty halls of the humanities building. Grad school was supposed to be your next step and not only was the price tag ridiculous, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to be an art therapist. You figured that would be the best career for you, but now you weren’t sure if you even wanted to have a career yet. Part of you wanted to just have a few years to enjoy being you before getting into the nitty-gritty of life.

You shook the thoughts away as you continued to walk. You had about five boyfriends who could help you unpack this, right? Unless that would bother them. Was this the kind of thing to figure out all by yourself? You weren’t sure where the line was since up until now, everything was supposed to be done on your own.

“Y/n!” You jumped when a hand landed on your shoulder, but slightly relaxed when you saw Sumin. He gave you his signature smug smile, and you understood why he was so sought after, why he usually avoided talking to you in public for so long, but then you took a longer look and saw beyond his chiseled features.

“Oh, hey.” You forced a polite smile, “What’s up?” You internally smacked yourself for even asking.

He frowned for a microsecond, obviously not used to you not excitedly bouncing at the increasingly less and less handsome man giving you even the most casual attention, “You haven’t texted me in ages!” He laughed, but you could tell it was forced. When you weren’t following his lead and laughing or making up some flirty excuse like you used to, he coughed awkwardly, “Anyway, did you want to-”

“You looking for a ride, bunny?” A familiar voice called and you lifted your head to find Hoseok standing there in a pale blue shirt that was partially unbuttoned and white slacks that fit him almost too well. The silver chain he wore around his neck matched the three silver rings distributed between his two hands, both of which put you in a trance as your mind cleared of all previous worries while excitement bubbled in your stomach, reaching its way to your face as you smiled widely. His gaze flickered to Sumin with a flash of cynicism, “You need something with my girl?” The hair stylist’s brow cocked and his gaze hardened.

You hardly witnessed fear strike Sumin’s body as he shook his head and gave you a rushed goodbye. However, you were too preoccupied with looking past the brown tint of his glasses and meeting his eyes, which immediately softened at your contact. Time seemed to stop as you laid your eyes on the men that you had not properly seen in what felt like ages. Before you could say a word, Hoseok extended his arms with a cheeky smile as you let out a squeal of excitement and ran towards him, no time to worry if you were too big to catch or be held as you landed in his arms effortlessly.

He lifted your legs to wrap around him, making a show for himself and other people around you as he carried you securely. Feeling your laughter onto his neck was a gift in and of itself as he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. He glanced at the staring eyes and hushed whispers before he set you down. His hands cupped your face and he swore he was dreaming as you gave him that beautiful smile that reached your eyes seamlessly.

“Hi.” You beamed and it was all you needed to do to earn a sweet kiss from him. A kiss much different than the pecks you gave him. A kiss that spoke volumes about how much he had missed you.

A kiss that promised himself to you. A kiss that marked you as his to the oogling student body. He could feel your millisecond of surprise before you melted against him. Your lips pressed against his with just as much vigor and with just as much longing, he wouldn’t have pulled away if it weren’t for his need to take you home. Plus, if the student body wanted a show, they could pay for it.

Hoseok smiled at you softly, still holding you without strain or complaint, “I missed you, pretty bunny.”

Your laughter was the song it had always been and he watched with nothing but the utmost affection as your smile reached your eyes, “I missed you so much, Hobi.” With one more peck, he set you down and opened the car door for you, “I can’t believe you came to pick me up, literally.” You snorted as he patted your head warmly before going to sit in the driver’s seat.

“I just couldn’t wait any longer.” He mused, hand-holding yours sweetly as he drove. This was a habit a lot of them had, one hand on the steering wheel and the other somewhere on your body. Well, except Jungkook, but you could not configure a reason he would ever want to touch you instead of simply allowing you to touch him like last time.

You squeezed Hoseok’s hand, and he gave you a sweet smile while keeping his eyes on the road while you played with the two rings on his right hand. Your mind was scattered, but his touch brought you back to him. Although, that was an ability he always had. No problem was ever too big for him. You had a goofy smile as you looked out the window, remembering him when he was just a kind hairdresser to you. He had been the first man you had allowed to so much as touch you when you left the hospital. It had only been a week since you were released and Yoora asked that you drive her to a hair appointment, disguising it as a favor to you. Then, he made you feel… human for the first time in what felt like ages. In the hospital, you were a patient, someone broken to fix, and even to the people outside of the hospital that knew you, it was like you were a toy sent away for repair. It felt more like people’s entertainment was gone more than a person they cared about. Then came a man you had never met, treating you delicately, calling you beautiful-

“Do you remember me?” You blurted before smacking a hand over your mouth at the confused tilt of Hoseok’s hand, “That was dumb of me-”

“Oh, you mean from my salon suite days?” He asked and it was like someone pressed pause on your form while the man gave a longing smile, “Of course I do.” He chided while he parked in the garage of the building, “I meant it when I said I never did that kind of thing.” He turned off the car before turning to your frozen form, breathing a short life at your wide eye before his eyes softened and his tender gaze brushed over you in time with his hand on your cheek, “I didn’t know I’d ever see you again, but it’d be hard for me to not call it fate.”

Your form finally relaxed as he leaned closer, letting your lips brush his as he spoke, “I never got to tell you how much that day meant to me.” Your voice was low, shaking ever so slightly, “I had been in the hospital for over a week, and when I looked it the mirror just before leaving…” Your eyes shut tightly at the thought, almost pulling away from the close contact, but he held you firm.

“You don’t have to tell me.” It was a hard thing for him to say. It was agonizing not knowing every thought in your head, every horrible thing everyone had ever done to you, but nothing tasted sweeter than your trust, so he had to swallow the bitter pill of patience.

“I want to. It’s just… hard to admit I hated the sight of myself.” Your words made you wince, “I looked as broken as I had always felt, and I remember wonder if that was how I looked to mom, Jungyoon, and even my dad. I couldn’t blame them for turning their back on me if it was, well, I never blamed them anyway.” Hoseok fought the snarl at the thought. How could the people who all but tore you from limb to limb hate the sight of you dragging yourself through each day? You weren’t being fair to yourself, but you were being vulnerable with him, so he had to let you talk until you wanted him to respond. The question of who hurt you burned in the back of his throat as he swallowed it down. It would be so easy to find out for himself but his affection for you was restraint enough to wait for you to tell him yourself, “Then, when I got out, no one missed me or really welcomed me back- bar Jimin, but he’s just a nice guy to everyone.” You laughed and Hoseok fought the urge to laugh, Jimin hated almost everyone but you, but he was a damn good actor, “But then a stylist with pretty eyes ended up being the first man I let touch me after the incident.” He smiled, a sense of pride bubbling within him at gaining your trust even from so long ago, “You let me talk, just like I am now, and you didn’t want anything in return. Not to mention you made me feel real again and look the best I had ever.” You stifled a short laugh, “When I met you again, it took me a while before I realized it was you, but I knew your eyes were super distinct. Then, I got to know you and you continued to be so sweet to me.”

“It’s because you’re my soulmate.” He nearly cursed himself, you made him and everyone in the house unable to hold back even though it was a skill they had expertly honed. When he took note of the tears welling in your eyes, panic began to fill him until you pressed forward, lips capturing his own, “I’m sorry-”

Soulmate. He said you were his soul mate. You were sure you were destined for loneliness and yet you just gained a sixth boyfriend and instead of the fear of solitude that struck through your body when Taehyung first confessed to you, nothing but joy bloomed in your stomach. It was as if the thought of being with people began to feel like something you almost deserved instead of a delusion or fairy tale.

“Why are you apologizing?” You mouthed against him, pulling him closer to you, an action that felt like nothing short of heaven.

“Don’t wanna scare you with how much I want you.” He said and yet his hands unconsciously held your hips with a force that wouldn’t allow you to budge and his mouth refused to pull from your addictive kiss.

You smiled, pressing yourself closer so you were chest to chest, making him groan needily, “How could a soulmate of mine scare me?” You spoke with that special lilt in your voice you used in your videos when you were really getting into it and it made his eyes nearly roll back when you claimed him as a soulmate, “Don’t hold back with me anymore.”

That was all the encouragement he needed before he deepened the kiss with a groan, tongue slipping into your mouth. His kiss quickly became lewd as he let go of his inhibitions and you felt his tongue intertwining with your own. He sucked the pink muscle in his mouth, making your arms lock tighter behind his neck. You watched with hooded eyes as he let go of your tongue with a resounding pop, his eyes barely open as he drank in your lust, “Some dangerous words you spoke.” He teased and you took a moment to rake your nails lightly behind his neck and you could see the fire in his eyes gain heat at the action.

“Are you gonna prove it in your car or inside?” You cocked a brow, making a sick and sadistic smile grow on his face while his hand crawly up your hip until it was splayed lightly across your neck.

Your breath hitched in anticipation as his thumb stroked softly against your carotid artery, “I should pull you into my lap again, just like last time.” Your thighs clenched and you saw the satisfaction in his eyes when he moved his hand up again and swiped his thumb over your lips before you took the appendage in your mouth, rolling your tongue around it and sucking obediently with submissive eyes, “Then, I should make you grind over my cock and watch you chase release, wishing you could just take those pretty panties of yours, but I’m sure you could cum with them on, couldn’t you?” You hummed in desperate agreement but he clicked his tongue, “Use your words, bunny.” He dragged his thumb down, while your mouth relaxed, allowing him to drag your lower lip down and shove three of his fingers over your tongue as your mouth was open.

You could feel embarrassment- and drool- pooling, but the arousal and want to be dominated reigned supreme as you spoke, muffled with three of his finger moving within your mouth, “Yes.” You gasped out when you felt spit rolling down your chin and he cooed at this.

“Messy girl.” He watched with sadistic joy as you pressed your thick thighs together again, “I should be cruel and do all that, make you keep going no matter how many times your cute ass honks the horn.” He finally removed his fingers and you whined desperately as you watched him lick your drool, maintaining eye contact, “But I'm much nicer when it comes to you," He paused, smirking, "And I want the space to taste your pretty cunt before I fuck it.” He pressed a kiss to your wet lips before exiting the car to open the door for you.

You quickly wiped the spit on your chin as you headed inside with him, one arm of his secured around your waist. You were buzzing with heat and a need to come as you craved to feel his soft lips on you again. The switch within Hoseok was similar to that of Jin’s but just as arousing and you wanted more. You had been dreaming of his touch for what felt like ages at this point. His touch was soft yet intense and it had your mind in a lusting fog so much so that when the elevator doors closed you pulled the collar of his shirt down to feel his tongue against yours again.

The surprised pause of his lasted a mere second before he responded immediately, hands going to your hips to press you closer. His tongue went deeper inside of you and the kiss was messy and wet as if he was trying to draw all of the saliva from you that he could and as filthy as it was, it only increased your arousal. The elevator ride never seemed so fast until Hoseok pulled away slowly, letting a string of saliva show before it snapped, “Impatient and messy.” He pecked you, “What a dangerous combination.” He chided before grabbing your hand and leading you to his bedroom.

You had never been in his room, but you hardly had the time to examine it before his mouth was on you again and the back of your knees hit the bed. He laid you down on the soft lavender duvet cover and it was at this moment you were grateful you forgot to wear shapewear beneath your dress as you usually did to prevent thigh chafing. Waking up late had never done you so well as he pushed your legs up and apart before he slid the hem of your dress-up to your stomach. He kissed along the soft skin of your stomach, allowing you to feel the silver chain he wore dangling over your form before making his way lower. The cold metal traveling down your body almost had your eyes closing, but you didn't want to look away from him.

He admired the white cotton panties, intent on taking his time to worship your body properly as he kissed the inner portion of your left thigh while his other hand stroked the other, squeezing every so often, “You’re so beautiful.” He breathed.

“You are too, Hobi.” You stammered as he sucked a hickey mere centimeters from the junction of your thigh, “I want you so bad.” You whimpered at his harsh marking of you, “Fuck, that feels so good.”

He hummed before letting go with a pop, “You like me marking you, baby? He kissed the reddening skin sweetly.

“I do, it feels so good, daddy.” You gasped in anticipation as his hand placed itself on your mons, “Shit, I want to feel you."

The nickname you hardly realized you said chipped away at Hoseok’s slow and steady resolve, but he pressed on, touching you lightly over your panties until he saw it. His eyes landed on a dark wet patch made of your juices on the area where your tight hole is, “Bear with me, bunny.” He spoke and you had no time to ask what he meant before his tongue licked feverishly at the stain, making your back arch.

He grunted, forearm pressing your hips down as he tasted the juices on your underwear. He could hardly take it anymore and in the blink of an eye, he slid your panties down one leg and his tongue lathed over your soaking cunt like it was his life force. He moaned in time with you at the taste and the twitching he had to keep under control. He said nothing as he ate you ate, but he did make noise. Each time his tongue landed on a new place, he groaned and gave it a messy open-mouthed kiss before his tongue staked its claim. You could feel his spit all over your pussy but it only pushed you closer to an orgasm and when his tongue entered you, it was nothing short of a religious experience for the both of you.

You similarly had no words beyond expletives and high-pitched moans as he fucked you with tongue. Your eyes rolled back when two of his fingers dipped into your sweet hole and traveled up to you your clit, his tongue never losing its rhythm, “C-Cum- daddy, I-” You cried out as you struggled to ask for permission to reach your peak. You could feel his grin before he hummed, giving you the permission you craved as fireworks went off behind your eyes while you screwed them shut and came with a shameless scream.

He lifted his arm from your midsection and allowed you to ride your high as you thanked him with garbled moans. When you relaxed, he lifted himself up, licking his fingers and his lips of your juices, “You are so sweet, my precious bunny.” He praised and the smile you gave bolstered his affection, “Let’s get you out of this pretty dress, hm?” You nodded, sitting up while he watched with hungry eyes as you lifted the dress over you and ridding yourself of the white bra you were. Unable to resist, he leaned down to lick each nipple before giving them a sweet kiss that caused you to shudder each time.

Your hands caressed his neck, pulling him in for another messy kiss, position your head to tilt up at him, and opening your mouth to allow him full access while your hands made work of his shirt buttons. Your fingers fumbled along the buttons as the kiss was just as messy as before. While the drool rolling down the side of your mouth was filthy, it was also so sinfully debauched. You could have never guessed Hoseok’s method of dominance would be this primal and shameless.

He allowed you to push the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and you shuddered at the feel of his toned arms under your hands, enjoying the feeling of his skin along your fingertips, the sensation only heightened with the way your eyes remain closed as Hoseok all but devoured your mouth. You explored his torso with light touches under his unyielding kiss as you undid the expensive belt and he assisted you by stripping himself of the pants and boxers while you buzzed with excitement at seeing him bare.

When he pulled from your mouth, you didn’t even have to look to know there had been yet another string of saliva connecting the both of you, his pleased hum before he gave you a peck was more than enough evidence. Your eyes fluttered open and immediately raked over his built form. You had always known he was a fit man, they all were, but you weren’t prepared for how beautiful he would be. His arms were toned and his abs were ever so sculpted, and of course, his dick was beautiful, but also thick and lengthy. You hadn’t been giving such unbridled access to the other men’s bodies, bar Taehyung, so the sight of Hoseok naked made your cheeks heat.

Sensing your adoration and embarrassment, his smile only grew, “You’re going to make me blush.” He teased and your eyes snapped to his in a millisecond and right as you were going to apologize, he paced his fingers over your lips, dragging them down slowly as he spoke, finding great pleasure in how your mouth was obediently relaxed, allowing his hand to move your lips, “The only thing coming from your mouth should be moans or sweet nothings, not apologies, got it?” He cocked a brow

You nodded, “You’re beautiful.” You whispered and Hoseok licked his lips before pressing your under him into the mattress in a split song.

His nose buried itself into your neck and kissed along your jugular, making you breathless. The man himself coil hardly understand how you made him so filthy. His past experiences with sex were adventurous, sure, but they had never gotten him this riled up. He had never needed to see anyone’s mouth covered in drool until you posted a video mere weeks ago. You had been grinding against a pillow in the very room just a few floors above his and your mouth had unintentionally hung open for just a bit too long and the drool was out before you could stop it. He nearly had a conniption in his hotel, wanted to demand he go home, but he settled for watching the clip over and over again until he had tugged himself dry, breathless as he read your apologetic caption for the spit with a sleepy grin as dawn settled in the sky.

Here you were, messy and obedient, begging him to fuck you as his dexterous fingers slid over your slit before three of his fingers sank into you. Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream before his mouth enveloped yours again, swallowing your moans greedily for himself as your body jerked in time with the thrusts of his fingers. In no time, he could feel you tightening against his fingers and he felt himself succumbing to the need to fuck you into the mattress, “Feeling good, my sweet bunny?” He crooned and you could hardly speak as you nodded, “You can use your words.” He urged, mouth pressed against yours while you whined slightly but pressed on.

“Y-Yes, Sir, so good!” Your voice was muffled as you spoke against his lips, but that didn’t deter his tongue increasing the lack of articulation in your speech, “Wanna cum on your cock, please, please!” Your nails scraped again his scalp as your gripped his hair, making his eyes roll back in pleasure while he gave your tongue a rough suck before pulling back with a pop, “Don’t you want to cum inside your soulmate?” You were playing dirty, the both of you knew it as his cheeks heated, and he wanted to scold you if not for the way his heart soared at the notion of you calling yourself his soulmate. He wasn’t crazy, you were his soulmate.

At least, he wasn’t crazy to you, and that’s all he cared about.

He nodded, “I do, my beautiful bunny.” He drawled, satisfied with how desperate you were and how much of your spit he sucked from your tongue. Pulling back, he admired your curves as he gave his cock a few pumps. Finally, his cock slid into you as slow as he physically could in order to get you used to his girth, but it was getting harder to not press himself into you all at once with the way you fluttered around him. He admired the connection point between the two of you with the eyes of a deranged man who had his goals realized as he let out an equally crazed laugh, “Look at us, look at how well you take me.” He cooed, and lifted your legs, letting your ankles rest on his shoulders “You’re mine, aren’t you?” You nodded, groaning at the delicious stretch and the inexplicable way his maniacal musings, “You belong to me, to all of us, don’t you?” He leaned his torso forward, his shoulders now pressing into the space behind your knees and you groaned at the deeper angle as his face hovered above yours.

Your arms looped around his neck as you kissed him, whimpering while he slowly bottomed out, “I am.” You breathed, but the shyness within was fading away as you admired how fucked out Hoseok looked from simply entering you, from simply hearing the truth. You did belong to them, and you could not imagine greater bliss. His desperate eyes caused a surge of confidence to affect your next moves, “And you’re mine.” You hummed, “Right, Hobi?” You urged, wanting him to move his hips, but he wanted to give you time to adjust. However, your words were breaking him as he nodded feverishly, “What a sweet soulmate I have.” You crooned before opening your mouth slightly, sticking your tongue out and raising your brows at him, urging. He caught on, indulging you and mimicking your movements. The moment he did so you licked across his tongue before you closed your mouth and gathered saliva on your tongue. He didn't have time to question you before you were leaning your head up and spitting right onto his sweet pink muscle.

Acting on primal need, he swallowed it with a groan as his eyes rolled back. Fuck, you were so hot. He wondered what it was about your spit that sent him reeling, or maybe it was just your mouth. That, paired with the fact that you embraced his salacious fixation, made him nearly cum on the spot. You were dangerous, and you didn’t even know it. You didn’t even understand how far all seven of them would go to ensure your happiness, your safety, your pleasure. They were domineering, but you owned them. They were yours as much as you were theirs. They were insanely powerful and crazy for you all the same. He wondered if you would ever truly understand the lengths they would go, and have gone, for you. He didn’t even entertain the idea of you being scared of it at this point, not as your spit slid down his throat. You were crazy for them, by all definitions of the term. Even if you didn’t know it, he could see it. He knew what crazy looked like, he’d mastered the art of hiding his own much like the rest of the guys, and that look in your eyes told him all he needed to know, all he already knew.

When his eyes opened, he held an unmistakable fire in them that would’ve made you squirm if he didn’t have you in such a tight hold, “Reckless.” He murmured before he pulled out of you fully only to slam back in, making you scream.

The pace he set was ruthless and he made it a point to press deeply into you as he leaned down, licking a frenzied path from your mouth to your lips and back in, as if he was painting you with his tongue before he had the coveted saliva string as he pulled back and the crazed look in his eyes only added to your arousal.

His hips rocked into you expertly as your clit was stimulated by his pelvis, pushing you closer and closer to the orgasm his fingers nearly gave you, “What a reckless princess we have here, hm?” He chided, voice barely shaken at his hard and fast thrusts as he spoke against your wet mouth, “You have not one thought in that little head with my cock in your pretty pussy, isn’t that right?” He was mocking your fucked-out look, but he was completely right.

“I- hng- I-” You pathetically sputtered and he laughed sadistically.

“Poor thing, you can barely focus all filled up, huh?” He cackled. You could hardly nod with the overwhelming pleasure he delivered, “Spitting in my mouth like I wouldn’t fuck you into oblivion.” He growled, no longer thrusting but grinding his dick into you with fluid motions of his hips that had him going deeper than you thought possible, “Spitting in my fucking mouth like I wouldn’t fill you up so good that fuckers like that guy wouldn't even get a glance from you.” You clenched around him, his taunting words only making you crave his cum in you. The tinge of jealousy behind his words about a guy merely talking to you made you lose any wisps of inhibition as you lost yourself to pleasure, “Fuck, you look so cute with that look.” He moaned, “Your tongue all lolled out, mouth wide open as you moan for me.” He began thrusting again, erratically, chasing his high as yours was quickly approaching, “Go on, cum for me, show me how much my bunny loves my cock.”

You threw your head back, his words being all you needed before you came with another scream that he quickly drank up. His hips pushed further and deeper as his moans increased.

“Good fucking girl!” He grunted as he sped up, “Gonna fill you up so good- fuck!” He came and you relished the warm feeling of him spilling inside of you. He fucked his cum inside of you gently while you rode out the last bits of your high.

He sat up a bit to guide your legs around his waist before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up to sit in his lap. You both embraced like this until your breathing began to even. His hands had softly caressed your sides while your fingers tangled in his hair, stroking the soft locks.

It was intimacy at its finest as you soothed each other whilst still being attached. No words needed to be exchanged as you held each other close, chests huffing against one another. You could feel his affection and you wondered if this was what knowing someone cared for you felt like. It had its own special taste with each of them, but it had a very distinct warmth as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

Finally, he stood, securing his hold around you, cock still sheathed in you, “Let’s get you cleaned up and we can rest before dinner, okay?” He patted your butt lightly, making you chuckle.

“And you have to be inside me for the trip to the bathroom?” You tiredly pressed and enjoyed the vibrations of his laugh against your chest.

“It’s protocol.” He joked and you found bliss in how lightweight your mind and body felt.

You fought sleep while Hoseok and you bathed, but he was wide and blissfully awake. He even carried you back to his bed when he watched with lovesick eyes as you drifted off to sleep on his bare chest. He wanted to scold himself for nearly losing all control, confessing to you all the horrible things he’d do for you and to that guy that dared to talk to you. Hell, he nearly begged you to ask him to ruin that guy’s life, but he could only be proud of himself for not doing so under the squeeze of your walls. He had a loose mouth during sex, but his temper was much more even than a certain pent-up pop star. The thought of the youngest man soon having his way with you made him almost consider letting you sleep through dinner. With only a few days left before he came back, you’d need it.

Only a few days, huh?

Just a few more days until you fully belonged to all seven men in this building as they had belonged to you for much longer than you might know.

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