#im not entirely sure ab this warning but just to be safe

[mourningcttlfsh]

i probably will never own one myself but i think the new furbies look really cute so i drew the purple one

#furby #2023 furby #my art #im not entirely sure ab this warning but just to be safe #eyestrain #eyestrain tw #also i got lazy with the shading but i still like the drawing so im posting it

[redheadspark]

Not sure if you’re taking requests right now but, Barrys baby was born! and i was wondering if you could do a follow up of like real people do where the reader gives birth to their baby?! 🥹

(im honestly so happy for him!! hes going to be a great father!)

A/N: I can ALWAYS take a request from you my dear friend!! TSA: Once again this has NO affiliation to Actor Barry Keoghan and his family! I am beyond happy for his girlfriend and their baby boy!!

Remember Me....

Summary: Watching Barry becoming a father made it all worthwhile

Warnings: Nothing but cuteness overload!

"One more push....come on my dear!"

"I can't.....I can't..."

"Oh darling you can! Come now, muster that strength in you! Your baby is ready!" The nurse said in her authoritative tone in front of you.

You felt your entire body shake a scream, that intense pain of your insides and outside morphing together seemed unbearable and almost agonizing that you wanted to wave the white flag. Your mind was hazy and almost lost in a fog, your eyes slammed shut as you felt no once of energy left in you. You whimpered in pain, in fatigue, and in pure adrenaline rolled into one. But one voice against your ear made your pause and inhale sharply, a large yet warm hand against your head as your felt a head pressed soothingly against yours.

"Come on, my luv. You can do it. I got ya right here and I'm not leavin' ya. One more push,"

Hearing Barry's voice was all you needed to get that last inch of energy left in you. You screamed, using all your might. You then finally heard the wailing of your baby, the cooing and clapping of the nurses, and your breath escaping sharply as you fell into your bed.

Your son. Born healthy and happy.

After that night you told Barry the news of your pregnancy, he was joyful and beyond excited to be a dad. There was nothing else as bright in his mind as him knowing there was going to be a baby soon in his life, in both of your lives. The next morning, with you two snuggled together and bare under the sheets after he made love you, You felt Barry slip his hand over your lower belly, even with nothing showing at all just yet because it was so early, but the feeling was still evident.

He was already in love with your baby.

Barry wanted to keep your pregnancy completely private, and rightfully so since you too weren't ready in telling anyone yet. You had to get the ball rolling on doctor appointments and checkups, it was your main priority. Barry still worked, though he made you promise to call him at any time if something happened. You knew he would keep his phone next to him at all times, and as sweet it was the Barry wanted to be part of everything in the pregnancy journey, he had to go back to work.

But he still came to appointments when he could, although some of them were restricted because of the COVID protocol. He made it the first sonogram viewing, his eyes misting as he held your hand and the picture of your baby came on the screen. You are crying too, and although it looked like a blob, it was yours so to speak.

Barry kept a copy of it in his wallet.

"Congratulations! You both have a healthy son!"

Your energy was drained as you felt like you were sinking into the hospital bed, Barry still holding your hand but watching with wide eyes as the nurses were checking on your son and getting him clean. You could hear your little one whimpering and crying, a sure sign he was okay in your eyes as one of the nurses then placed him on your chest. Your eyes opened, looking down with watery tears as your baby boy was nestled against your skin. His soft and new skin, the dark mop of hair on his head, and a nose the clearly belongs to his father was evident and made you grin so widely. Even while you were exhausted and still going through the afterbirth, your eyes were on your son.

He was there, safe in your arms and real.

6 Months

Your belly grew as the months came and went, Both yourself and Barry only told your immediate families when you were about to show since it would be hard to hide it from them. They were very happy, especially your mom and dad since this was their first grandchild. But you made them all swear not to tell a single soul, Barry mostly wanted to make an announcement publicly when you were further along and ready for it.

Yet that didn't stop him from telling his Eternals Co-stars, all of whom met you and adored you when you were visiting him on set. They were all congratulating you through FaceTime and phone calls when Barry broke the news, yet you gave him a glare and he shrugged.

"They would've killed me if I didn't tell any of them! They love ya anyways!" He reasoned.

Your mother threw an intimate baby shower when you were 6 months along, Barry thinking that was the perfect time to leak the news on his Instagram with your permission. He only took one picture, which was of your recent sonogram that showed the profile of your baby next to a slice of cake from the local bakery for the shower, blue filling evident and nestled in the layers.

"How is he, Barry?"

"He's just fine, luv,"

You signed, placing your phone down and watching with a tired smile as Barry was pacing the hospital room, your son swaddled and in his arm fast asleep. He's only a few hours old, but your baby was already popular amongst your friends and family. Barry's Instagram was going crazy since he took a loving and intimate silhouette of you and your newborn son nestled against your chest. He asked first, and you couldn't say no when Barry was bursting with pride, wishing to showing him off as soon as he could. Barry made sure you approved of the picture before he posted it, and of course his fans were going crazy because of it.

Barry was holding his son close to him, watching him with undivided attention as he was sleeping soundly and with no worry on his fresh and infant face. He finally walked over to sit next to you, carefully getting into the chair that was parked next to your bed. Your eyes were gravitating to your son, whom yawned widely and then settled back into his sleep.

"We need to think of a name," Barry mentioned to you as he stroked some of the dark hair on his head. You thought about names for some time, even after you two found it you were having a boy. At first you two couldn't think of a name together then realizing it would be better to wait until he was born to finally choose.

"I like the name you picked out when we had ice cream two weeks ago, back when I was craving it bad. Remember?" You asked you, seeing him look from the baby to you. He looked a bit confused for a second, not getting what you were talking about. You smiled, nestling against your pillows a bit as you stared at your son lovingly.

"Rory. Rory James Keoghan,"

8 Months

"What about Rory?"

"Rory...I like it," You hummed as you took a large bite from your ice cream sundae, Barry sitting across from you with his own bowl of ice cream. You were craving ice cream all within your last month of being pregnant, it didn't matter if it was 9 in the morning or 11 pm, you ached and craved ice cream more than anything. Barry never minded getting your pints from the store down the street or taking you out to the local joint that would be open 24 hours a day.

"Where did you get that name from?" You asked as you wiped your spoon down into your delicate treat.

"I had a friend named Rory once as a kid," He replied as he watched you take a large bite, no thought of acting proper about it. You saw him watch with your spoon in your mouth, giving him a glare as he chuckled from the site.

"I'm carrying your child, you better not say a single word," You warned him as you placed the spoon back in your bowl, "I'm enjoying my ice cream even even though I look like a whale, leave me be,"

"Aye, that's not true," Barry reasoned, moving out from his side of the booth to sit next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, "You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life,"

"I'm huge Barry," You said to him in a mutter.

"Look at me, luv," He said softly, you moved you head to lock eyes with him, He smiled at him, his eyes twinkling in the diner lights as his hand moved to place on top of your 8 month old belly. He always wanted to place his hand there, from the very moment he knew you were pregnant until a week before your due date. Maybe it was a safe haven for him, a sense of familiarity and home for Barry to know that his son was there, waiting to join you two in the world and bring more love.

"You're perfect to me," He explained, his voice softly and carefully as your eyes search his, "I feel so goddamn lucky to have you in my life and make it better, and our son's so lucky to have you as his mum. You're gonna be amazin' at this, and I feel honored to watch ya do it all,"

You felt yourself crying as Barry held you close and kissed your watery tears away, your ice cream melting in your bowl as you were occupied with Barry holding you in your arms late into the night. Barry knew how to love you and lift you at the right time and in the right moment. And with one week to go before your son would come and rock your world permanently, you wanted to hold onto your fiancé a bit more.

"Hello, little Rory James," You cooed softly at your sleeping son as Barry placed him in your arms. Feeling the small weight of Rory against your arm and the softness of his dark hair made your heart break all over again. You dreamt of him for months and months, wondering who he was going to look like and how he was going to be as a baby. And you were of course scared that you were going to screw up in some way, shape for form.

But as soon as he was there, full there and being held by you, none of that mattered. All of those fears and insecurities were out the window as soon as you heard him cry out. Seeing Barry cry as he was holding him, pressing his love into his skin and in his hold made everything else cease to exist to you. Your world was shifting into a new mindset with a new goal in mind, and that goal was little Rory.

Your world was indeed rocked, but in the best way possible since Barry was going to be at your side through every moment.

The End.

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox @ftrmrs-ally-harrington @botanicalbarnes @heartofwritiing

#barry keoghan x female reader #barry keoghan x f!reader #barry keoghan x you #barry keoghan x reader #fanfiction #writing #barry keoghan

[1864reruns]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤimmortalisted friendshipㅤ౨ৎㅤ3k

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ2023 ©jwhoozi

synopsis. After you meet your bestfriend's girlfriend, you feel content with your decision to give up your feelings for him━ nevertheless, it hurts all the same.

warnings. gn! reader, angst, unrequited love, onesided crush, highschool besties, non idol au, hurt/kinda comfort?

from vyon. not edited at all!!! sorry ab it. anyways, vyon angst debut :D hello to all the followers i got from my svt crack oneshot, i think it's funny that this is content im posting after that but this has been a wip longer than the reddit confession 😸 ❲trc blew up so i might make it a short smau or smth, maybe after i get a few more chapters of npc out❳

do not repost / copy / translate.

It's strange to say you felt relief when Lee Seokmin introduced you to his lover, the love you had for him cracking like rusted 18th century armor. Over the years of knowing the boy, you've been collecting pieces of him to fill yourself up━ immature and eager to have him in any way you could, romantic or otherwise. Every platonic exchange that frequented between you two was churned into hope that you held carefully in your palms like water from a running stream and gulped down like air, it's not surprising to you nor anyone that knew the two of you that you drank yourself into sickness. You can't say for sure when these feelings started, all you know now is Lee Seokmin, who has forced you to don your love for him like a metal suit so that you are safe from his attacks even though your bones ache and creak with every move. Lee Seokmin, who you are so full of want for that it oozes out the cracks of your armour and turns silver to rust, making it hard to move.

Lee Seokmin, who was known to everyone as akin to the sun. In the way that his entire face would shift through phases when he'd smile until he was practically beaming, his personality made to soak in the imperfections of those around him and break it apart to reflect it back in ways to be loved. Something as mundane as your name leaving his mouth is spoken in a way that you've never heard: dusted in gold, dripping with ichor, punctuated with the breath of a shooting star━ like the sun, you remember, just like the sun. Syllables making up your name orbited around him as everything of yours did as soon when they left his mouth, letters forever strung into a line and stuck in that heliocentric orbit until gravity wastes away.

"Y/n━" He speaks your name and it's the first time it's ever felt so empty, stripped of its previous greatness; your name has lost its shine, turning from silver to a copper, turning flesh into colours of zombie-ish hues. ❲Still, there's something inherently freeing about this moment.❳ Then he shifts to her, his entire body moving just to accommodate his eyes to her in her great entirety and even with just a glance, he's already beaming. '"━ Eunhye," the way he says her name, you have to imagine its the way the sky has always encompassed the sun, taking on its light even at the risk of burn. Her name is one you've heard several times, in both passing and long anecdotes when Seokmin would share intimate stories of the two of them on their latest endeavours. Her name leaving Seokmin's parted lips is different to the way he says yours each syllable of her name making his lips open in an exaggerated, twisting his tongue into the oddest shapes just so he could have the taste of her name on his tongue for longer. Her name leaves his lips and then he, the sun, starts orbiting around the word that encapsulated her being, you can see it in his eyes now━ even though you're the one he's meant to be speaking to. His lips are tugged into a smile directed towards her, he stands with one arm prominent on her waist and you can't help but stare until he calls your name again.

Eunhye is pretty, she has that softish air about her that you think suits Seokmin; her eyes are round, her lips are pink, she has long hair━ you don't know what else to think other than she's pretty. You smile and extend a hand, repeating your name to her. She takes your hand, breaks out into a similar smile and then her name is spoken for the third time; you test it in your mind, chanting it slowly so that you can try to speak it as pretty as Seokmin does.

"Eunhye, it's nice to finally meet you," the words feel like a breath of fresh air and her name is awkward around your swollen tongue, there's an itch that grows on the roof of your mouth when your tongue hits it to say her name, it shoots down to your throat and lodges somewhere near your heart. From then on, Seokmin is uncharacteristically quieter as he lets you two get to know each other, often chiming in with comedic comments that embarrasses either of you or to defend himself when your conversation derails to stories about a much younger him, from either high school or from just yesterday. Eunhye is not someone you can hate━ you can practically feel why Seokmin fell in love with her to the point that you're frustrated.

If he was the sun, she had to have been the sky; everything about her was simply mundane. You won't deny that she was a girl with boring visuals, perfect to the point of blandness but once you fell in love with her, you irrevocably fell. You could only imagine that Seokmin fell in love with details that made her up, her sweet gestures, how easy it was for her to care for someone who was a mere stranger only an hour prior. Walking around aimlessly with her felt like you were meeting up with an old friend you had not seen in a long time, awkwardness and shyness contaminated your every word and interaction but still, you were full of affection for the girl. It's nice that Lee Seokmin had found a girl that suited him.

The day you meet Eunhye━ the day you decide to give up on your feelings, is a day comfortably slotted right in the middle of spring. That time where the trees have completed their transition from winter, where the flowers that have died the year previous have began to blossom again, shedding beautiful colours amongst the sea of green, where each unbearable ray of sunshine is accompanied with a gust of wind and the shadows of never stopping clouds. Far away from it's last cycle of winter and its next. It's the same as every other spring, with its vague brightness and warmish days all bleeding into each other, accompanied with the voices of friends and their laughter.

By the time the hour is over, you have not a single thing to hate about Eunhye from the way she stomps her feet when she laughs and covers her smile to the way she is uselessly stubborn and made Seokmin physically carry you off into a corner whilst she paid in that cafe you guys rested at. The close interaction between you and Seokmin made you flush━ how natural it came for him to simply touch you as if you were his, how your arms instinctively snapped around his to keep yourself safe as you were dragged away from the counter. The intimacy of it all made you feel guilty but when Eunhye returned and her and Seokmin shared another look, you knew you were nothing but an overactive fool. Because Lee Seokmin does not see you any more than a friend and Song Eunhye knows, she relishes, in that fact; she knows you are no competition to her and that's why she had turned around and simply laughed when she saw Seokmin's arms around your waist as you tried to wrestle your way out of his hold.

He's never been one to shy away from physical touch, it comes to him all too naturally like he was made to hold another person; it was all comfortable to him: holding hands with people he was walking with, hugging anyone whenever he felt a burst of emotion from either himself or them, to even repeatedly patting someone as he laughed, he seeked out touch in the same way the rays of sun would seek out the earth━ maybe that's why Eunhye didn't care too much about the way you two were wrestling. Either way, he's always been like that.

It was during highschool that the two of you met, spring it was. Except you remember this spring so much more vividly, full of beautiful flowers all the same but always drowned in rain; even on days where the rain would ease up for the sun, it was impossible to ignore the puddles that had collected on the paths, the roads, how sunshine would split into halves as they reflected off the droplets that hung from leaves. On the day that you and Seokmin met, it was not a day where there had been an allowance for the sun. The sheer amount that it rained that day led you to the belief that God had been trying to drown you; it had interrupted the cram school session you were at, your head turning towards the windows as the other students did, gasps falling out their mouths and eyebrows creasing as they thought about the way back home in the unforgiving weather when the rain began a faster, harsher descent, like it were trying to unearth something. The sound of thunder cracking against the asphalt interrupted your thoughts, a frown displayed on your face as you substitute mathematical expressions in your mind for the rounded corners of your walk home, worrying over the possibility of getting wet and sick over the missing 'x' plastered all over your work sheet. You pray for the rain to ease up for the journey.

Your prayers are not heard. By the time cram school ends, it is still raining heavily and you are holding your bag under your blazer, stuck at the door of the building where you've yet to become a victim to the weather. Several of your classmates were smart enough to have umbrellas stuffed in their bags or absent-minded enough to always leave an umbrella in their bag from the rainer seasons or were comfortable enough with the adults in their life that they'll call anyone they know with a car to come and get them. Maybe Lee Seokmin was sent your way as an apology from whatever greater entity there was out there for the shitty day you'd been having━ the idea of it honestly makes you laugh. You're still stood outside the building of your cram school, looking out uselessly into the street as rain continued splattering the puddles infront of you and seeping through the split of your shoe and its soles.

The sound of his shoes hitting against the pavement melodically make a nice beat with the rain, thudding against the asphalt, you'd soon learn enough about him to know it's strange that such a bright human would make such a good baseline with the dreary blues. The first time you meet Lee Seokmin drenches your socks in rain water; he skids to a stop right infront of you, his feet striking the large puddle you've been entertaining yourself with for the last ten minutes. Watching the sole of his boxy school shoes send a dramatic ripple through its body and breaking droplets away it as the small bullets of water attacked everything around it━ including your feet.

"Oh━" The stupid sound that leaves you when you feel the water seep into your shoes replayed in your head again when you look up to see the boy who has just half drenched you. He apologises so profusely that you start to get annoyed and then suddenly, you are no longer alone as the rain continued splitting the earth open.

Your eyes slowly move over to the boy stood beside you, attempting to wring all the water out of his shirt. Water clings to his hair like the sea swallowed the hues of the setting sun, stuck to his temples and forehead like streaks of fresh paint. Unconsciously, you follow the tracks of a water droplet that falls from the hair that's curved so that it has fallen onto his nose and slides down the steepness of his nose. It catches at his cupid's bow and you think it's stuck there for a second before it moves again, taking his face as an amusement park of slides until he puckered up his bottom lip; you watched as his bottom lip moved over the top, effectively catching the rain water and you accidentally snort.

The sound is just as noticeable behind a hand, you can see his embarrassed smile in your peripherals. Though maybe embarrassing himself was enough to make him feel comfortable around you because he somehow shuffled his way from the little corner he'd huddled himself into to the middle, closer to you and further away from the rain. Your eyes glance over just to check what he was doing and then quickly snap back to ahead of you when he thinks to do the same as you.

"Horrible weather, huh?" He speaks for the first time without lowering his head repetitively.

You can't help the way the corners of your mouth began tugging upwards at his attempt of conversation, "you don't have to make conversation, y'know." And then you find there might be something wrong with you because you suddenly have enough confidence to tease this guy like you've known him a while when you couldn't even answer a question in a class full of people you've known for years. If someone had passed you two now, they might have thought you were friends.

The guy doesn't seem embarrassed, "but I should be allowed to, no?"

The answer leaves you impressed, eyes blinking wide as your lips tugged downwards into an amused smile. "Sure," you shrugged; you're still talking to this boy like you have a immature crush on him and you're trying to impress him and the thought of it later that night when you're in bed will make you want to rip it your hair.

"Lee Seokmin," he timely introduced himself. His head turns to you, his entire body swivelling so that he could dedicate his entire front to listening to you introduce yourself.

"L/n Y/n," you indulge in the strange boy whom you felt the strange need to impress. The urge doesn't ever stop, it grows and grows, hitting against your bones and dribbling through the system in your body that was meant to carry your blood. It had started off with tickling your feet, the sand uncomfortable between your toes until Lee Seokmin continued his reign in your life and completely drowned you with the need to always impress him.

By the time you truly are fortunate enough to get know Lee Seokmin, the time you spend with him is but a constant of needing to impress him━ not because he is just an attractive guy on the street that may remember you whenever the rain gets a little heavier and his shirt clings to his chest uncomfortable but because you know him and you want him to know you.

The lie that you don't remember when you fell in love with Lee Seokmin was only that: a lie. In truth, it was a rehearsal for a universe in which you didn't need to remember when you started loving him because it wouldn't have ended, it was you preparing for that pretty fairy tale retelling in which you told your friends that you didn't remember when you fell in love with him, when you came to the realisation he was 'the one'; in a universe in which Lee Seokmin loved you back, you wouldn't have remembered that dreary spring day in which you began loving a boy that would never love you back.

Perhaps the universe had always been in favour of Song Eunhye because her and Seokmin live near each other so you split off at the road with the cofffee shop where you watched the barista try and get Seokmin's number. You cross the road, thinking that you love Lee Seokmin, even though he is currently walking away from you whilst holding another girl's hand. You're on the other side of the street as you think about how much you love Lee Seokmin and you think about how much you'll think of him when it rains, when it's spring, when you look at paintings with texture and remember the way his hair streaked against the tan of his skin. When you stop and turn to glance back at the two, you think about how much you'll forever love Lee Seokmin, even when you don't love him and your affections go towards someone that will love you the way you loved him.

When you turn around to finally go home, you think about a day when the rain will be just rain and spring will be just another season that will pass; you'll think of the relief you felt when Song Eunhye became an obstacle in your affections for your bestfriend. You'd think about the way your lungs swelled with air from the world, turning larger than your heart and you'll remember that the reason why humans don't go staring at the sun is because it will hurt. And finally, instead of thinking that the universe favoured Song Eunhye, you'll remember that the universe loved you the same and could not bear to watch you fall like Icarus. You'll finally, finally take off that rusted armour that you've been wearing to protect your fragile heart from the boy always beside you and fall in love with the way the rain falls on your skin instead.

When that time comes, you'll confidently say that you no longer love Lee Seokmin but you'd still go the long way round to avoid the places you two used to frequent, where everyone who knew you two, knew that you liked him. You'd look down a familiar road and turn around to avoid that ramen shop where the owner's daughter knew that there had to be something going on and would press even when you two corrected your relationship as platonic, where you two had been forever immortalised as friends and just that.

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[limitlessgojo]

Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 3)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: The Rebirth

Next Chapter: Cherry Blossom Storm

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

Taglist: @lessie-oxj, @rizzo-nero, @whoreuc

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Chapter 3: What's Your Ideal Type?

Todo senpai looked you over and was seemingly checking you out thoroughly. ‘Are all the seniors like this here?!’ You wondered.

You tried to hide behind Noritoshi senpai who put a hand over you protectively. His sleeve was wide enough to block out your entire body from view. At this, Todo’s eyebrow raised. Oh? Noritoshi's interested in a cute girl?

“I’m sorry senpai, what do you mean by that question?” you asked, thinking that you just misheard him. "Exactly what I meant. Who is your type?"

"Todo" Noritoshi said in warning. There was a dark edge to his voice and his entire body tensed as he prepared to fight.

"Answer me. Or else I'll beat you." He smirked and ripped off his jacket.

You stared agape and clung onto Noritoshi's spread arm sleeves. "Eh? EHHH?! I don't want anyone to get hurt. But I don't want to say something so personal to a stranger."

"Todo Aoi. 16 years old. I like tall girls with big cute butts. My favorite idol is Takada-chan. Call me Todo Senpai. Pleasure to meet you. Now we are friends." He grinned maniacally.

You shook your head in a daze. This man is insane. "I guess I can tell you… but only when the both of us are alone."

Noritoshi looked at you affronted and slightly offended. Why would you leave him out of it?! "Ah as much as possible I don't like telling people such things, because I'm a bit of a private person. But since Todou senpai also shared his type of girl, I feel like I can share my ideal man." You reasoned, seeing how Noritoshi senpai felt left out.

"Fine with me. Let's go outside the building then." Todou smirked.

Alarm bells were ringing in Noritoshi's head. Last year, back when he first met Todo, he got beat into a pulp for not answering said question.

He stood protectively over you, blocking you from Todo's view and said, "No. You'll just end up hurting her."

"Tch, don't get in my way Kamo. You're always such a huge pain in the ass. You never even answered my question and it's been a year. I'm pretty sure you have a boring ideal type." Todo huffed out.

"I'll beat you up then." Todo grinned as Noritoshi made no moves to leave your side.

Todo rushed forward, ready to hit Noritoshi, while Noritoshi held onto a blood bag to defend himself. But you moved the fastest. You quickly stood in front of Noritoshi, moving past him silently, and held out a single hand.

Todo froze. Literally. He couldn't move his hands, arms, legs. He can't activate his cursed technique like this, and you knew it. The use of hand movement is a very significant part of Jujutsu Techniques.

Your technique gave you an edge above the rest, making you very effective at combat against other Jujutsu sorcerers. Which is why an esper as capable as you only appears once in every 200 years in your family.

Noritoshi stood impressed. Your cursed energy output was very steady. "Todo senpai. I'm so sorry and pardon me for immobilising you, but let's take this outside and leave Noritoshi senpai out of it."

With a snap of your fingers, you released him from your technique and he staggered to the ground. His muscles felt all tight and painful.

You turned to Noritoshi. "Noritoshi senpai, it's okay. I'm quite capable at defense. He won't be able to reach me." You confidently stated with a smile. "Are you okay?" You checked on him.

He gave a slight scoff, "I should be the one asking you that! This man here is dangerous…. And he also happens to be a classmate of mine." Noritoshi sighed out.

Todo grunted. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here. Cmon lets go outside and just answer my question already."

"After you Todo senpai." You motioned, then followed him outside. As soon as you were a certain distance from Noritoshi, you activated a cubical barrier which blocked off sound.

Todo looked impressed. "You're a first year?! At this level? Color me amazed little girl."

You were unamused. "I'm not a little girl. I'm currently 15 years old and my ideal type is a guy who is at least a head taller than me. Black hair. Cute sleepy eyes. Nice big hands. Someone who may come off as cool or detached to others but is warm with me. The gap Moe is the most important part." By the end of it you were rambling.

Todo looked at you with a knowing glint. "Big hands? That's all?" You flushed thinking about abs and pecs. "Ahh uhmm, the other things aren't really ….. appropriate for me to say??"

"Don't hold back. I won't tell anyone else and I don’t judge. I just want to size you up. You can know a person just based on their fetishes."

Fetishes?! "Uhhh… a nice set of abs… and pecs…. But he doesn't have to be too muscular, I like a fit guy who is on the slender and graceful side…."

"Do you realize that Kamo fits your ideal type?!" He howled out with laughter. "SHHHH TODO SENPAI SHUSHH". You screeched, momentarily forgetting that you had a barrier up.

"Wait … Does he have nice abs?! Oh man I'm not gonna be able to get that image out of my mind now…" You groaned.

"You have good taste. Finally, someone who has a decent fetish, Tsuchi Chan." Todo grinned down at you. He patted you on the shoulder. "Good luck with him. He's as dense as they come. I'm also still looking forward to sparring with you."

"I-im not interested in Noritoshi Senpai!" You huffed out with red cheeks. "Please don't assume things." You were in denial. And Todo senpai knew it.

"I don't think that's how it works, Tsuchi Chan." He was still laughing at you.

You harrumphed. "Also why are you so interested in sparring with me anyways?"

"You have a lot of cursed energy. Way more than anyone else here in Kyoto Jujutsu High. I sensed that and with my brilliant IQ of 135000, I am assuming you would be a powerful opponent. Which was why I felt like I wanted to battle you." Todo said truthfully.

Oh. That's nice. "Well I hope to do so also when we have training together." You clapped your hands and the barrier fell apart.

Noritoshi rushed over to you and hovered his hands over you. You turned to him with one hand up, "I'm all good. It's all good Noritoshi senpai." You smiled up at him.

He scanned your eyes before nodding and face darkening when he turned back to Todo, who was staring at him intently. "Are you done interrogating her Todo?"

"It wasn't so much interrogation as it was a good chat hey?" He smiled at you. You tilted your head in a meh kind of way and stood to hold onto Noritoshi's sleeve. "It was okay, but it's still weird to ask people about their fetishes after meeting them for the first time."

Noritoshi's heart fluttered when you took hold of the edges of his sleeve.

"So, are you going to tell us who's your type Kamo?" Todo asked.

Your heart skipped a beat as you let go of the sleeve as you took a step backwards. "Uhhh I'm not sure if I'm supposed to intrude on this convo..."

"Someone who I can trust. Someone honest and who will stay by my side for a long time." He said coolly. You drank in his words, forever etching them into your memory.

Trustworthy. Honest. Loyal.

"Boooooring. You’re a boring person Kamo." Todo yawned and stretched. "Only Tsuchi Chan is interesting so far. Everyone else has shitty taste."

Noritoshi looked over at you curiously, but you pointedly avoided his gaze. "Todo senpai it's a secret between us you promised." You pouted.

But he only waved his hand, "I'm not that much of a bad sport. A secret will stay a secret, and it's safe with me."

You nodded and sighed in relief.

"So are you both out on a date right now? I've been meaning to ask." Todo senpai smiled.

Evil. He is evil. You and Noritoshi both flushed bright red and stammered out, "No no no."

"I was showing her around the campus."

"Noritoshi senpai is kind enough to bring me around campus."

"Hmmmm… then would you mind if I join the two of you?" Todo asked.

"Yes we do mind. I'd prefer it if it was only the two of us." Noritoshi irritably spoke. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with Todo right now.

You quickly whipped your head to face him in surprise. He jolted at your movement, and his face softened when your eyes met. "Of course if you don't mind or want him to tag along he can. I just want to help you familiarise yourself with the campus.”

You stammered out something ineligible but you were saved by Todo senpai.

“I was only kidding. Takada chan has a live stream in 10 minutes and that is way more important. Enjoy your not-date around campus.” Todo called out with a wave of his hand as he turned back to the dorms.

“What on earth just happened?” you laughed out loud as you and Noritoshi made your way to the classrooms. He shook his head. “I don’t even want to think about it anymore.”

Feel free to ask me anything if you have any questions about the fic and the characters. I will answer as long as it won't be a major spoiler^^/ 💜Mon

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

#kamo noritoshi #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #kamo noritoshi x reader #jjk x oc #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines #noritoshi fluff #jujutsu kaisen kyoto school #todo aoi #blood bound #red strings of fate

[youve-always-had-me-cas]

Alex never understood the concept of family. She never thought she could find comfort in it, not after everything she’d lived through. Her life was characterised by a very specific pattern: those who were supposed to be important were one day replaced by others who claimed the same space - mother, sister, brother. Completely without warning. How was she supposed to be attached to any them when it seemed inevitable every new attachment would prove just as fleeting as the last?

She barely even remembered her original mother, her second she’d killed by her own hand. Jody Mills had seemed a better replacement, sure, but at that point Alex had been much too wise to think this would end any different. It’s temporary, she had told herself, just like all the others.

And yet.

Alex was lying on the sofa, rifling through last week’s lecture notes. She’d never considered herself someone who would pursue further education, didn’t really think herself capable of it, truth be told, but her first semester’s successes had proved both of those thoughts wrong. Seemed to be a theme these days.

The sofa shifted beneath her, and she noticed Claire was now sitting on the opposite end.

“What are you reading?” She asked.

“Cardiovascular and respiratory health assessment checklists.”

“Eugh,” came the immediate response. “I wasn’t actually interested.”

Alex smiled to herself. “What do you want, Claire?”

“Why do I have to want something?”

Rolling her eyes, Alex pushed herself upright. “Because you’re transparent as shit.”

Claire glared over at her, no doubt considering abandoning this endeavor entirely. But whatever it was seemed to be worth the indignity after all. “You don’t have plans today, do you?”

Cautiously, Alex offered up the truth. “No, I’m studying.”

“Great! You've got plenty of time to do the dishes Jody's about to chase me over!”

Alex shot her a look. “There’s no way you think you’re getting away with that.”

“Fine. I’ve got compensation. 50 dollars and the TV to yourself for a week.”

“I think Jody might have something to say ab-”

Claire groaned. “My share of the TV. Do we have a deal or not?”

Alex shrugged. “Sure, but payment upfront.”

As promised, Claire produced the money from her pocket. It was a little crumpled up and Alex did take a moment to check it's authenticity, but it still seemed like legal tender to her. She pocketed it.

“What’s so important about tonight then?” She asked.

Alex didn’t get much in return. “Im just working on something.” Claire mumbled, getting back up onto her feet.

Oh, one of those secretive hunting cases she wasn't supposed to know about. Alex shook her head. “Well work on it safely, alright?”

Claire gave her the middle finger as she left. Despite herself, Alex had to smile.

Just in time, too, for almost immediately after one door had shut another had opened behind her.

“Have you seen Claire?” Jody asked.

With a sigh, Alex crawled to her feet. “She’s gone out. I'll help you.”

Jody frowned. “That’s a little too easy.” But she seemed disinclined to push it any further, moving out of the way to let Alex into the kitchen. Better any dishwasher than no dishwasher. “Hows studying going?” she asked instead.

“No idea. I think I get most of it, but that's what I always think.”

“And you always do great.” Jody gave her a warm smile. “Im proud of you, you know.”

“Yeah,” Alex mumbled at the sink, “I know.”

She didn't want it to matter, but her eyes stung a little at Jody's words. At everything, really. She had been going through the motions so long maybe she'd started letting herself believe them. Her annoying sister, her nagging mother.

She genuinely cared about them a lot.

Written for Day 2 - Family - of @spnwomenweek

#spnwomenweek #supernatural #ficlet #this takes place pre patience and kaia #when she just started nursing #her family is even bigger now <3

[thotantics]

⚤   pairing — reader + Park Chanyeol

✎ word count — 6,699

✦ genre — smut, pwp

�� warnings  — graphic description of sex, public teasing (lowkey), panty kink/smelling (is this even a kink? maybe it’s just My kink but im sure chanyeol would share it tbh), sex in a parking garage, fear of getting caught, switch!yeol, slight choking, gagging, oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (always be safe pals), lots of talk ab body fluids

[requested] —  If tumblr ate it, I was suggesting a reaction from Yeol from you discreetly stuffing your panties(that you just slipped out of) into his pocket during a break at the group’s dance practice, right before they get back to work lol everyone’s reactions would be fun if you’re in a mood for them all but Yeol is our baby so I’m most curious about him 💜💜💜🤤💜 @kimkaijong-in

[A/N] — this was supposed to be like under 1k words but clearly a bitch got carried away. im so sorry sdlfkkjdfk but i love this a lot, i think it came out rly great and im so proud i was able to keep coming back to this so easily :’)

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Standing in the bathroom stall, cheeks flushed with heat, you couldn’t stop yourself from dipping a hand down the front of your panties. Watching your boyfriend rehearse always got you all hot and bothered - his big body was a sight, long limbs toned and his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. He’d been so focused he hadn’t paid you much attention since you showed up early to pick him up. Naturally, practice was running late, but that was fine by you. You were enjoying the show. Clearly. Perhaps a bit too much.

The slick between your thighs was surprising when you pressed your fingers between your lower lips. You knew you were turned on but, god, was this just how worked up Chanyeol could get you? Entirely unbeknownst to him, too. It was impressive. You didn’t tease yourself too much, just enough that you could gather some of the flood from your heat and press your sticky fingers into your mouth. You smirk to yourself as you suck the taste of your arousal from your fingers, stepping out of your underwear and discreetly tucking them into the pocket of your hoodie.

If you timed it right, the guys would be taking a water break whenever you came back from the bathroom. Sure enough, the last few seconds of the song could be heard through the door as you reentered, and when it shut off and started to repeat again, you spotted Chanyeol in position, double over from exhaustion, hands on his knees to catch his breath.

“Let’s take five,” Junmyeon calls, breathing heavy as he thumps Sehun briefly on the back. “Just a bit more and I think we’re done for the day.”

As the group started to disperse, members flopping heavily onto chairs or sprawling out across the floor or rushing over to get water, Chanyeol headed in your direction, one large, sweaty hand coming down on your shoulder as if he needed you to keep him upright.

“You ok?” You ask, smoothing a hand up his chest, his shirt damp with sweat.

“Grab me a water, will you, babe?”

“Sure.” He slumps down against the wall and you cross over the mini fridge, grabbing a chilled bottle of water and handing it back to him before you sit down against in the floor next to him. He drinks deeply, chugging the entire bottle in record time, chucking the empty container to the side carelessly, taking in a lung full of air before he glances over at you with a tired sort of smile.

“You wanna grab dinner somewhere later?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You smile up at him innocently, tucking an arm into the crook of his elbow, your free hand rummaging discreetly in the pocket of your hoodie. You press your damp panties into the pocket of his shorts, snuggling up against his side so he doesn’t realize what you’re doing.

You know you’re successful when he tilts his head down to make eye contact with you, leaning in for a kiss. He’s only after a brief meeting of lips, but you tuck your free hand around to cup the back of his neck, keeping him close enough that you can dip your tongue into his mouth, giving him a taste of what you had in store for him.

Chanyeol pulls back after you swipe your tongue along his lips, leaving the taste of something familiar on the tip of his tongue. Something very familiar. He smacks his lips, tasting the remnants of your arousal that had lingered on your taste buds, brow furrowed ever so slightly as he gauges your impish expression.

His mind is reeling. For half a second he humors the idea that you had some elicit affair in the bathrooms, and blood rushes to his face but he knows that’s not the case. The way you arch a brow expectantly at him, biting playfully at your lip tells him this is something very deliberate on your part, something intended to torture him.

Maybe Chanyeol can be a little over dramatic at times but the very idea that you would slip away just to finger yourself and come back with the taste of your delicious cunt lingering on your lips just to tease him felt like torture instantly.

His face crumples into a silent plea, lips full and pouting, his eyes wide and imploring. “Jagiya?”

“Yes, Yeol?”

He glances around you, making sure nobody is within earshot, and he leans in, forehead bumping into your own, eyes squeezing shut, “Don’t do this to me..”

“I shouldn’t kiss you?” You giggle.

“Not with that dirty little mouth of yours.” He hisses, “Not now.”

“One more kiss and I’ll be on my best behavior until we get back home.” You promise.

He sighs as he tilts his head and leans in with his lips leading the way, crashing down softly against your mouth and pressing his tongue past your lips all too eagerly. It’s faint, but the taste and scent of your pussy juice is undeniable after that first kiss, and the fact that it’s faded so much has him groaning in desperation as he pulls back from your mouth. Already, he’s starved for it.

Sitting there next to you, Chanyeol tries as hard as he can not the think about your wet, tight little cunt, just inches away from his hand resting comfortably on top of your thigh. Luckily the break doesn’t last long, and he’s called away from you to rejoin the others. He’s visibly sulking as he leaves your side, and out of habit he crams his hands into his pockets, dragging his feet as he makes his way to his position in the group before the music starts up.

You can’t help but to smirk to yourself watching as his left hand fumbles for a moment with the present you had stuffed into his pocket. It’s with an innocent frown on his face that he turns around to face the front wall of mirrors, but he’s not looking at you. Instead, he’s looking down into his left pocket, and he’s starting to pull out what he’s discovered.

The lacy red fabric immediately sparks recognition on his face the moment he pulls just half an inch of it out into the light, and you almost laugh at loud at the comical look he gives you - panic mixed with disbelief as he crams your panties back into his pocket in a hurry as the music starts to play. He’s so distracted he’s off beat not even 20 seconds in and gets immediately called out by Baekhyun, who bumps into him. You sit off to the side trying to stifle your laughter, watching as he continues to fumble his way through the choreography.

Eventually, Junmyeon stops and takes him aside, and Chanyeol meets your eyes from across the room as Junmyeon talks to him. He’s seething at this point, pissed that you’d distract him to this extent and especially when he notices the demure smile you offer him from across the room.

“Hey, what’s going on? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah.” Chanyeol insists, hands shoved deep in his pockets, left hand fidgeting with the underwear you’d slipped to him, shoulders squared defensively, “I just need a second to head to the bathroom, my-my stomach’s just off and I’m- I can’t focus. Just…one sec.”

Without waiting for Junmyeon’s response, Chanyeol storms over in large strides where you’re sitting. For a second you think he’s going to yank you up by the arm and drag you off with him, but instead, he waits until he’s close enough, and you stand, and he tells you under his breath, “You’re going to pay for this.”

“I hope so.” You murmur in response, watching his back as he continues out the door.

Chanyeol’s breathing is ragged as he wretches open the nearest bathroom door. He tucks himself into a stall and hurries to pull the offending garment out of his pocket. As if it’s not bad enough that you managed to slip a pair of panties into his pocket, it just had to be these specific ones? Chanyeol had purchased the set for you last Valentine’s Day, a scandalous, skimpy, lacy thong with a matching bra, both see through and blood red. Any time you wore it drove him absolutely mad with desire.

He can feel the dampness in the cotton strip that would settle between your legs, and his mouth goes dry, mind reeling as he recalls the taste that had lingered on your tongue when you kissed him earlier. Chanyeol can’t shake feeling like a pervert as he does it, but he lifts the panties to his face and inhales your scent from them anyway, rubbing his nose against the damp cotton middle, groaning softly to himself as his cock throbs painfully hard against his zipper.

“Shit.”

It’s tough, but he gets his erection under control and manages to leave the bathroom without feeling too awkward. He notices as he reenters the practice room that you’re doing a very good job of playing it cool. You’re sitting in the same spot he left you, fiddling around on your phone while the others wait for him. In his left pocket, he’s got a death grip around your panties, his gaze fixed as he rejoins the group and they move back into their starting positions.

You lock eyes with him as he dances, and Chanyeol barely blinks, he’s watching you so intently. He manages to stay on beat and he doesn’t miss any moves out of sheer determination. The faster that he gets this choreography down, the faster he can be alone with you.

You can see it in his eyes, the urgency that’s building with every passing second, the desperation that consumes him to the point that his body is running on auto pilot. Luckily you had only thought to torment him like this right at the ass end of practice, and the moves he needed to work on were burned into the forefront of his memory. Plus, after the first mishap, running off to the bathroom to inhale the scent of your arousal still clinging to your panties, Chanyeol would have done just about anything to finish up practice so he could just take you home already and punish you for the torture you’d put him through for the last hour and a half.

It’s out of sheer will power and determination that he manages to muscle through the choreography for the last leg of practice. They have a lot more to do but Chanyeol doesn’t have it in him to focus any more on what needs to be done the moment he’s allowed to stop dancing. That’s tomorrow’s problem. Instead, he stalks over to you like you’re his prey, collecting his things and stuffing them into the opposite pocket that your panties are in, then he grabs you by the wrist and tugs you out the door, nodding wordlessly as a goodbye of sorts to the others as he goes.

Chanyeol has every intention of taking you straight home and fucking your brains out but the moment you press your breasts up against his arm as you walk hand in hand, lacing your fingers daintily through his own, much larger ones, he glances down at you only to see sweet, innocent eyes batting up at him adoringly and he throws that plan directly out the window. There’s no way in hell he’ll be able to make it another minute, let alone the short drive back to his place.

He doesn’t make it easy to follow after him, making huge strides with his long legs before he makes his way to the parking garage exit, shouldering it open and making a bee line for his Mercedes. He glances around over the tops of the surrounding vehicles, hand clammy as he holds your wrist, still, a bit too tightly in his haste to get you hurry along with him. When he’s sure you’re alone, he turns, stopping you mid-protest.

“Chanyeol, wait, I don’t wanna-”

His mouth crushes against your lips, your protest falling on deaf ears, breathing heavy into your mouth as he drops his duffel bag to the ground, uncaring, cupping your face with both hands and backing you up until you hit the rear door with a thud. Chanyeol presses his tongue into your mouth, prying open your lips by thumbing at one corner of them until you submit. He crams one leg between your thighs, effectively pinning you against the vehicle, tightly against him, and then his big hands move down the front of your body, brushing over your breasts through your clothes, pawing at you.

“There’s no way I’m gonna last another minute without having you. I just need to see how wet your tight, little pussy is.” He whispers, mouth trailing hot down your throat. “I just need a taste, baby.”

Before you can protest, he’s on his knees and shoving your jeans down your thighs. It doesn’t give him very easy access to the part of you he’s after, your thighs smushed together but you’re aching for him, soaking wet and he’s staring you down like he’s going to eat you alive right here out in the open.

Breathing heavy, you watch as he spreads you best he can with both thumbs despite pinning your thighs together with your jeans, parting your lower lips delicately with his thumbs, his lips pressing a tender kiss at the cleft of your pussy before he licks a fat stripe up your center.

“Fuck..”

He grunts, diving in deeper, licking you more fully this time. You watch, a hand flying up to clamp over your mouth to keep yourself quiet, as he licks, greedily swallowing the taste of you. His eyes, previously shut, fly open and meet your own, and he pulls back a breath away from your cunt to murmur huskily up at you, lips brushing your throbbing, slick skin as he speaks, “You fuckin’ taste so good, baby. I can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy, split you wide open on my big cock.”

His tongue laves out against you again, slurping obscenely, so loud you know if anybody’s in the vicinity, they could hear. The sounds are echoing around the concrete walls, and he’s shameless in his venture, mouth open and tongue flicking slow and precise right against your most sensitive spot.

“Ch-Chanyeol,” You hiss in warning, voice trembling. “Take me home.”

“You little tease,” He pulls back again, lips and chin glistening, to stuff a finger up into your cunt roughly, the single digit so long and thick, your muscles clamping down around it. “You think I’m just gonna do whatever you say? You think you deserve that?”

You’re about to argue that someone, anyone, could catch you in the act but before you can open your mouth to speak, the unmistakable sound of voices growing closer cuts you off.

Chanyeol reacts faster than you, frozen in fear, eyes wide and pussy exposed. He stands and hurries to fumble in his pocket for his car keys, unlocking the Mercedes and manhandling you safely into the spacious back seat. He follows after you just as a group of three young men walk past his car, not paying him any attention as he shuts the door, and you’re so thankful his windows are so darkly tinted to keep you hidden in this moment.

As the three people walk right on past, heading to their destination, you stare wide eyed at your boyfriend, who’s breathing heavy and trying to keep himself in check. The change in lighting now that you’re in his car makes the slick on his lips shine at this angle, and you reach out affectionately to wipe his face off with your hand. He catches it, one massive hand wrapping around your wrist once more and he presses your first two fingers into his mouth, silently sucking while you watch, eyes lidded, heart thundering.

It’s debauched and far too risky, but Chanyeol doesn’t care, moving to lean over you, effectively forcing you onto your back in the backseat, his big hand forcing your fingers, slick with his spit, down the front of your panties.

Mouth falling open in a silent moan, you maintain eye contact as the sound of the people you heard finally fade away. Chanyeol drags a heavy finger down your slit from your sensitive nub, pressing two of your own fingers inside of yourself.

Chanyeol smirks at you, entirely amused as he encourages your movements with pumps of his fingers steadily drawing your own in and out of your wet cunt. He bites at his lip, chuckling darkly at the look on your face, then he murmurs to you in the silence, “I’m gonna fuck you, baby. Right here.”

You shake your head rapidly. He nods. You pout.

“Just take me home.”

“No. You did this, now be quiet and take it like a good girl.”

He presses a finger of his own inside of you along side the two of yours, effectively stretching you open and shutting you up. Nearby, someone’s car starts and Chanyeol leans in after you jump in surprise at the sound being so close by, mouth against your ear.

“You’ve been bad, baby. Consider this your punishment.”

You mean to tell him again to just take you home and fuck you, because you know this parking garage is about to get busy with the evening shift ending. More voices come from farther away and you squeeze your eyes shut tight. You’re doing your best to completely block them out, blushing furiously as Chanyeol easily tugs your jeans the rest of the way off and exposes your tits from over the top of your shirt.

Chanyeol runs a circle round one of your nipples with his tongue, mirroring the movement of his fingers circling your clit at the same time. He smirks up at you, grazing your nipple with his teeth.

“You’re the worst.” You groan down at him quietly.

“You deserve it.” He huffs in response, “Making me crazy like this.”

Pressing at your entrance, he teases you with shallow dips inside, flicking his two middle fingers back away from you, teasing you with the least amount of pressure he could manage while his teeth sink into a sensitive spot at the center of your cleavage.

Your hips buck up into his hand, seeking to draw his fingers into you deeper but he continues to tease, dipping in not even to the first knuckle and withdrawing while he sucks an angry red hickey into the center of your breasts. You gasp and moan, hips rolling under him, your hands flying up and gripping onto his hair, holding him close while you writhe under him.

“If you keep making noises like that someone’s gonna hear you.” Chanyeol mumbles against your skin, placing a tender kiss over his love bite before he drops down lower. It’s a cramped area but his backseat is large enough to accommodate even his long limbs as he shifts down half way into the floor, half way leaning over the seat he has you sprawled on, and he kisses the inside of your thigh.

Each hungry press of his lips on your skin draws him nearer and nearer to where you’re aching for him to be. His lips graze the fold of your leg, tongue coming out and licking up it in such a way that has your pussy throbbing. He hums, nuzzling closer, but the moment his lips touch your core, he pulls his head back, eyes blazing.

“Hey..” You protest weakly, watching in confusion and disappointment as he sits upright, his hands moving to the front of his baggy shorts. It’s a little bitter, the way you accept him right away, denying you oral sex. Maybe you did deserve it. A little. Besides, it’s not like you’re really going to protest if he wants to stick it in you really quickly. Your muscles clench just thinking about it, and god knows you’re already wet enough to take him in easily.

Chanyeol’s thick palm rubs over the tip of his dick, smearing precum down the shaft and lubricating himself with it, his eyes locked on yours, chest heaving. You grab onto your breasts, fingers toying desperately at your nipples, hips thrusting up to graze the head of his dick as he strokes it slowly.

He always makes you feel small when he mounts you like this - big body hunched over, one hand tucked down to guide his cock home towards your center. His shoulders shroud you in darkness, concealing your almost fully nude body in shadows, protecting you from anything that it’s the backseat of his Mercedes. You forget all about the parking garage, about any other people coming or leaving, you forget about everything except the way he’s dragging the blunt tip of his cock through your folds.

Rubbing your wetness top to bottom and back again, he slicks your puckering asshole and your swollen clit alike before he lines himself up at your cunt, letting his upper body fall over you some as he moves both hands on either side of your head. It’s with practiced precision that he enters your heat.

Chanyeol groans like a grizzly as he sheaths himself, and he doesn’t give you any time to adjust to being speared by him before he’s moving within you. It’s a deep push inward and a slow drag out with his hips, like he’s unable to stop the movement, his lips falling into the crook of your neck to fog up your skin with his breath as he gasps against you.

“Shit,” He hisses, “Feel so good, baby.”

He pushes himself up away from you, keeping most of his weight on his legs and lower back so he’s buried heavily and deep inside, and he lifts your outside leg, hooking your knee over the inside of his elbow.

“That ok?”

“Yeah.” You murmur, fingers dancing along the muscle in each of his thighs, taut and flexed as he begins to move again, this time quicker and harder. You’re so worked up, you feel the beginnings of an orgasm fluttering in your lower belly embarrassingly fast. Chanyeol grunts and his jaw flexes as he stares down at the way his thrusts make your tits bounce enticingly. His free hand reaches for one, gripping one nipple between two fingers as he massages the fullness of your breast.

He’s relentlessly driving you towards an orgasm, you feel it building and building and you’re about to burst, cunt pulsating around his pistoning cock until you’re unable to keep yourself quiet anymore. Moans fall from your lips uncaring who could hear, who could be walking right past his Mercedes.

“Hngh, Chanyeol, fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m-”

He cuts you off, a hand smothering your desperate cries with his palm, covering half of your face with his big hand. “You gonna cum on my cock, baby?” He asks you quietly, voice dropping an octave as his eyes flash down at you. You nod, clinging to his forearm as you breathe desperately through your nostrils.

“Yeah?” He asks, slamming his hips harder, driving you euphorically towards your end. “You don’t fucking deserve to cum on my cock yet, baby.”

You don’t even register his words until after he’s withdrawing himself from you and stuffing his slick, throbbing cock back into his underwear and pulling his shorts back up around his waist. He’s breathing heavy and avoiding eye contact with you, glancing around the parking lot to make sure the coast is clear.

You’re left laying on your back, leg cocked up, foot resting against the headrest of the passenger seat, pussy leaking and mind spinning with ravenous thoughts of need and desperation.

He opens the door of the car and shocks you to your senses, and it’s as you bolt upright, trying to save your decency and hide your nether regions that you realize what it was he had said to you. Chanyeol walks around the back of the car, adjusting himself, wincing as he walks, and you follow him for a moment before your head whips around, paranoid, looking to see if anybody is near. There’s not a soul in sight besides the two of you right now, but you feel shame sinking into your stomach at the thought that there were very likely any number of people nearby when you were being loud just moments earlier.

Chanyeol hops into the passenger seat and buckles his seat beat, his eyes meeting yours in the rear view mirror. “Are you gonna ride back there? Buckle up.”

“What?” All the blood has rushed completely out of your head, your brain feels hung over and foggy and oh, so frustrated.

“Get up here, then, babe.” He chuckles at you, fishing his keys out of his pocket and starting the car. He turns the air on, blasting you in the face with coolness that seems to help wake you back up a little bit more. You shimmy into your jeans, trying to ignore how uncomfortably slippery you are between your legs as you climb over the middle console and into the passenger seat awkwardly.

Chanyeol waits, watching carefully until he sees that you’re safely fastened into the car before he throws it into drive and pulls out of his spot. You don’t speak for a while, staring out the windshield and ignoring the throbbing in your core, until he’s out of the garage and on the main road heading towards his place.

“You seriously did that to me?” It’s rhetoric question, you don’t need an answer to but Chanyeol speaks up, laughing in a mischievous, croaky sort of way.

“Yes, I did. Don’t you think you should earn the privilege of cumming on my cock?” He comes to a complete stop at a red light and turns to look at you, expecting an answer, but you scowl at him in silence instead. He smiles.

The light turns green and he pulls out onto the main road. It won’t be too long of a drive before he makes it to his place, but you’re angry and there’s only one thing on your mind, that just so happens to be laying thick and rigid in his lap.

He’s not at all expecting it when you unbuckle your seat belt, the little “ding! ding! ding!” alerting him to the fact that you were taking it off before he glanced over to see you shifting up to sit on your knees in the passenger seat.

“What are you doing??” He’s instantly argumentive about it, frowning in your direction every couple of seconds, trying to focus on the road. “Put your belt back on!”

You don’t listen, hands shoving down the front of his shorts just enough that his cock springs free, and even in the midst of him chanting, “Aish! No, nonono, stop! Jagiya~ don’t, it’s not safe, heyhey no don-”

His protests stop the moment he feels the velvety warmth of your mouth around his cock. He lets out a choked groan, thankful for the upcoming red light that he’ll be able to stop the car for a few seconds. You feel the deceleration and take the opportunity to position yourself so you’re more comfortable, leaning over the middle console is painful on your tits no matter how you lay, so you opt to lean across one of your arms to cushion yourself, mouth drooling over his dick as you reposition.

Chanyeol stares down at the back of your head, leaning down further in his seat in an attempt to see your mouth around him but before he can get a good view, the car behind him honks, and he glances up in a panic to see that the light had turned green. He pressed a little too heavy on the gas and floored it on accident, causing you to lurch down farther on his cock, gagging as his length crammed farther down your throat than you were prepared to take him.

He moans loud, throbbing and leaking precum that drags across your bottom lip as you pull off of him entirely to take in a ragged breath. You glance up at him, murmuring in a patronizing tone, “Be careful, Yeol.”

“You fuckin’ be careful!” He snaps, hand shaking as he moves it from the steering wheel to signal a right turn.

You know that means he’s nearly home, so you grin, ducking back down and attempting to swallow him whole on purpose this time. He reaches the back of your throat and you begin to gag, but you relax your muscles, opening up to slide him farther back until your nose is against his pubes. Your eyes are watering and Chanyeol’s hips buck just the smallest bit.

You’re going at it hands free, bobbing up and down in his lap, trying to avoid bumping your head on the steering wheel, but Chanyeol graciously shifts his seat back a few extra inches to ensure your safety at least in whatever way he can manage. Once he’s off of the highway and driving on smaller roads he’s more comfortable in, he threads one hand in your hair and drives easily with the other. His grip starts off tender but it’s as you get him nearer to busting down your throat that his touch is forceful and almost mean.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut.” He groans, making another right turn into his usual parking spot outside of his apartment. Once he’s safe in another parking garage, shrouded by almost complete darkness save for the street lights flooding in from outside, he leans his chair back even more, his grip on your hair punishing as he drags you off his cock and to his mouth, kissing you wet and sloppily before he shoves you back down on his dick, gagging you on purpose.

You’re fully prepared to let him cum down your throat, sucking him in earnest and for some reason, now that he’s not where he works anymore, perhaps? You feel less exposed now that he’s so close to home. You’re noisy as you go at it, slurping and sucking, moaning around the shaft of his dick, leaning farther over the middle console and reaching one hand out to press forward into the front of his shorts and massage his heavy balls. He needs to cum, you can tell by the weight of them. He needs to empty himself bad and it’s all you care about, to drain him until he’s sated.

It takes a lot of self restraint, but you pull away from him and wipe your mouth on the back of your hand, locking eyes with him, “Do I deserve it yet?”

His eyes flash like he’s gonna get pissed for half a second but you smile and he softens immediately, shoulders slumping, cock throbbing in his lap, still exposed. “Let’s go find out.” He chuckles, stuffing himself back in his pants and hurrying out of the car.

Once again, you find yourself being dragged along behind him. He’s like a kid almost, the rush of excitement coursing through him so intensely that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. You find yourselves giggling and playing along the way, teasing him with tickling hands across his torso as he tries to key in the code to get in the apartment, bumping into walls as you round the corner and head for the stairwell that leads to his apartment. He keeps shushing you, but in doing so he’s louder than your laughter, so you clamp a hand over his mouth, laughing breathlessly into the front of his shirt, leaning heavily against him while he fumbles to slip the key into the lock and open his front door.

You duck under his arm and dart inside in a flash, hands moving to the bottom hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head in a quick motion. Chanyeol barely has time to lock the door behind him before he’s turning eagerly to watch you strip. You’re bent over, shimmying out of your jeans, when he dramatically staggers back into the door with a thump.

He hits his knees and scoots over to you on them, eyes big and pleading as he looks up at you, hands reaching to grasp your hips, smoothing them around to grip your ass.

“Oh, baby..” He groans quietly, burying his face into the softness of your stomach. “Finally.” He nuzzles a few kisses against your skin, sweet in contrast to the way he gagged on you on his cock moments ago, or the way he cruelly denied your orgasm.

Smiling, you thread your fingers through his hair affectionately as he kisses his way down to your pussy, moaning in between each kiss before he kisses right at the cleft of your sex. You tug lightly on his hair, making his eyes look up at you, tongue coming out to stroke flat against your clit.

“I think it’s time you stop playing around, babe.” You tell him, biting at your lower lip while his tongue spreads you open, mouth sucking and swallowing the taste of your flooded opening.

He nods his head against you, but otherwise doesn’t respond verbally except to moan when you tug on his hair harder. You pull him back away from you, ducking down, capturing his glistening lips in a searing kiss. Regardless of how tortured he felt by your little games today, you had felt just as tormented, just as needy and desperate for him as he had become for you. The tension building in your lower stomach thrumming, throbbing in your core and you were over playing games and teasing at this point.

After a brief, messy kiss, you tuck one hand around his throat, feeling his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, eyes wide as he stares up at you. “Fuck me, Yeol. Now.” To emphasize the final word, you squeezed, just enough to have his mouth falling open in a silent gasp, just hard enough to take his breath away for half a second before you let him go.

“Yes, baby.” Chanyeol’s voice is breathy as he scrambles to stand, following after you like a lost puppy as you turn on your heel and head to the bedroom. He catches up easily with his long legs, arms wrapping around your middle, holding your back to his chest, pressing his erection into your lower back with a groan before you turn in his embrace.

You both make quick work of getting him out of his clothes; he lifts his shirt while you shove his shorts and boxers down all in one sweeping motion, and when you straighten back up, he lifts you, tucking you around his waist as he crawls onto the mattress with you under him, kissing at his neck.

He manages to roll his hips and angle you under him just right so that he can slip inside of your cunt easily, hands free. You both groan in tandem as he bottoms out.

Your body responds to his instantly, clenching around his cock as if you were afraid of losing this feeling before you reached your peak. Chanyeol’s hips press forward, dragging out to the tip before diving back in and then snapping against you, sticking you hard each time with his rigid, throbbing member.

He’s quicker than usual in this position, slumped over you, back hunched, face buried in your neck. Usually he fucks deep and slow but the desperation has built in him and he’s rocketing into you with as much speed and force as he can generate, grunting and panting and fogging up your skin.

You hold your breath, focusing on the way he feels and the way he sounds, losing yourself in the feel of his body weight crushing down on top of you slightly, constricting your lungs from filling up all the way, aching in your ribs and aching deep, deep in your womb.

He pulls back before it gets to be too much, as if he senses your discomfort long before it comes to you, hands caressing your face, lips pressing against your eye lids before he tells you in a low tone, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.” You gasp.

Chanyeol pulls back enough to look down at your eyes, never ceasing his movements as he asks, “Can you ride me?”

You’re more than happy to, albeit unwilling to let him slip out, so you tuck your legs around his waist, locking his feet at the top of his ass and he flips you over and sits up, keeping himself in you until you adjust your legs on either side of him, then he scoots, dragging you on top of him up the mattress until his head is rested on the pillow, stacking both of them up so he’s propped up into a more reclined position.

The moment you start to grind on his cock, hands planted on his chest, Chanyeol gets loud. He loves watching you fuck him, but after a night like this one it feels particularly desperate, the way he moans and ruts up against you. You relish in the sounds he’s making, fingers threading in his hair, drawing his mouth to your breast. His lips kiss gently at a puckered nipple before his tongue lolls out, licking a tight circle around the bud before he latches onto it and sucks.

You keep fucking him, the walls of your pussy clenching him tight while you grind down hard, giving friction to your swollen, needy clit. Alternating between grinding and bouncing on his cock, you focus on his mouth, watching the wet licks of his tongue on your nipple, the way his lips pucker and look all the more pink and delicate as he sucks your breast. It’s overwhelming, and sends you hurtling, once more, straight for a much needed orgasm.

“Aish!” He cries out, squeezing his eyes shut, hips bucking up to meet your thrusts but he’d wild, sloppy, so very desperate that he throws you off rhythm. “Fuck, fuck, just like that..” He gasps, words spilling out over your tit, bruised by his insistent kissing, licking, sucking, one hand gripping your opposite breast while the other squeezes your ass, keeping you tight against him.

“Make me fucking cum,” You gasp, “Fuck, please…please..” Your eyes squeeze shut, focusing on the wet slap and squelch that fills the room, the way your boyfriend is desperate panting, wheezing each breath that comes out in hot puffs against your tits, tongue still stroking, lips still sucking. It’s a desperately animalistic meeting of skin, quivering and clenching and throbbing, sloppily coming together in rough, pulsating waves until the tension finally snaps.

You cum first, blood rushing through your ears, pounding in your veins as your pussy rhythmically squeezes and releases in hot gushes over Chanyeol’s cock. You roll your hips, jerky and simpering, your whole body responding to the orgasm, head throw back and toes curling.

The feel of you cumming on his cock sends him over the edge, mouth still on your breast and half way sobbing, “I love you so fucking much..”

It’s a euphoric laugh that sings out of you, your eyes opening to watch as he cums noisily, head falling back on the pillow, planting his feet and jerking up into you to fill you up to the hilt with his cum.

“I love you, too, baby.” You coo down to him, rocking your hips nice and slow to ride out both of your highs together, a hand stroking soothingly down his chest. “Did that feel good? Hm?” He nods wordlessly at you, eyes squeezed shut, “You came so much.” You giggle.

“Did I fill your pussy up?” He asks, voice hoarse as his eyes open, bleary and tired, to see you nod your head, looking down at the mess of sex fluids leaking between where you’re still connected. He smiles wearily, eyes fluttering shut again, “Good. You definitely, definitely deserved it.”

#chanyeol smut #park chanyeol smut #exo smut #mine #kimkaijong-in #woohoo babey i did it! i completed something!! something that im happy with!!

[writingiyuu]

affection; sanemi x reader fluff hc 🌪🌧

requested.

posting it earlier because I can.

warning: slight or more angst

people wondered how you both get together. you were his tsuguko and you both only exchange words during training. who proposed first, they often ask. everytime you wanted to answer it you could sense sanemi’s malicious intent somewhere around you even though he dosent seem to be there. with that, you did not say any futher.

however, this relationship was quite a shaky one. not only he was busy slaying demons, also he refused to accept any affection you try oh so hard to give him.

“stay away from me”

“get out”

“go away”

and so much more. you were wondering, the fact that he accepted your proposal (yes you proposed first hehebebebe) and the day after you wanted to hug him and so on, any means of affection, he would quickly turn away. the moment you ask, he would tend to say for you to train more and not focus on this relationship right now.

you were confused. he accepted you but now he dosent want you to care about this relationship? about him? wehh???

despite all that you’ve been nothing but patient. waiting for the day he finally reacted to you lovingly and showed you the attention and love you crave from him. until one day, you utterly could not stand it.

that day was a rainy day. the storm continued from the wee hours to the current evening. and you absolutely hate rainy days. it reminded you of the past, where your entire family wad murdered right in front of your eyes. you can still remember it, fresh on your mind the pools of blood, mixing with the rain, seemingly making your house look like a bloody swimming pool. you only got out alive because your siblings hid you near the well behind your house. and after a long period of time, when you gathered courage to step out, you saw that. although this memory gave you the drive to train harder, it still traumatised you. and no one knew. not even sanemi.

back to the present, you were sent to do a mission with sanemi. news of many, not only villagers but demon slayers have been going missing in the recent nights. do you have been sent on a mission with sanemi to find out the situation and if there is, a demon, exterminate it. you kept thinking, at least im with sanemi. at least in with sanemi. at least-. a tree crashed down and nearly hit you, if not for your dearest boyfriend.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING. WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO RISK YOUR FUCKING LIFE? SNAP OUT OF YOUR TRANCE WE ARE ON A FUCKUNG MISSION HERE.”

you were in a daze but the amount of profanities suddenly shot at you and you were not even prepared for that, shocked you to the very bone. you could not control your emotions, you started hiccuping and the next thing you knew, turquoise tears was flowing down your cheeks.

your boyfriend, sighed and rolled his eyes. did he not care about you? you thought. bad thinking. it made you want to cry even more.

“this ain’t a fucking childcare. what do you want me to do huh? it was your fault that you couldn’t even take care of yourself. you could’ve been killed. stop playing victim.”

one thing led to another, you immediately raged out. “I CAN’T. I’M TRAUMATISED. THERE IS SO MUCH GOING IN MY HEAD AND YOU DON’T EVEN CARE! I’M SO SORRY SANEMI, THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH I COULD HANDLE.” with that, more tears started flowing down your cheeks and you immediately ran, not knowing where your little feet would take you. you can hear your boyfriend,or at least, your mentor shouting after you calling you to come back but you just ran. and ran, into a demon.

you were shocked. how could you not sense the demon? and upon seeing it, you wanted to coil back in disgust so badly. it reeked, it reeked so badly. you may not have the nose of tanjiro’s but this smell, is so strong and foul, it can actually kill.

you looked around you, blood was flowing around your shoes, it was the villagers and demon slayer’ s blood. again, how could you not sense it. and immediately, it triggered your traumatic past and you immediately collapsed. then, the demon had started crawling towards you.

your senses were dulled. you couldn’t process to even take your sword. you could only crouch there, not functioning due to the smell and also whatever happened beforehand and that triggered memory. the demon smacked its lips, and opened its mouth. you could see layers and layers of teeth and the throat which lead to the dark abyss of the demon’s stomach. you thought it was the end when it’s tounge shot out to grab you by the waist and into the stomach.

in a blink of an eye, the tounge got sliced off. and you were carried to a safe distance. you could smell ohagi, yes, in this situation. immediately you thought of your boyfriend. you looked up, and saw sanemi. he immediately said “stay here”. and you did. you could hear some slashing, and you could hear internal organs bring ripped out. but you couldn’t hear him. you tried to, but you just can’t.

after what felt like hours, you were soaked, and you were uncomfortable being by yourself. but after being patient, your boyfriend came and carried you back to base. he did not say anything when he picked you up. he kept silent all the way back to base. you were fine with it, as you couldn’t say anything at that moment. you laid on his back with a faint smell of ohagi drifting to your nose along with the smell of rain, you drifted into sleep.

you woke up at the butterfly estate, with a cool pack on your head. shinobu came in as if on queue, and aided you. so on and so forth. you asked her then, “where is sanemi?” she smiled and said “(y/n)-san, you’ve been out for 2 days, he went back to his place on the first already and I’m sure he is there”. he didn’t even bother to stay to look after you. *sigh*

sensing your disappointment, shinobu added “he actually told me not to tell you this, however he came here thrice a day just to see you, so don’t feel disappointed that he is not here fufu~ maybe he is just too embarrassed or shy to admit that he cares lots for you”. immediately you looked at her and felt bad. kinda. maybe sanemi actually wanted to love you the same way as you love him but he just has difficulty to do it?

immediately you went back to the wind estate, but apologising to the insect hashira first. she seemed to understand what you wanted to do and sent you off. “ganbatte!” she said, before you left.

you raced back to the wind estate, only to see your boyfriend, training by himself again and again. your heart swelled when you saw him. after what you heard from shinobu, you couldn’t look at him the same way again.

sensing your presence, he immediately loomed at you. he stood there for a moment and processed for a moment before striding towards you. you looked at him, he looked so cute, but afterwards, you couldn’t help but blush. his abs was on full view and he was sweating through his white uniform. he became hot, the closer he came.

upon arriving, he asked. “you still having a fever?” you were taken aback, he cares? he cares??“sorry for letting you go for a mission in the rain, I’m sorry I didn’t know about your trauma. I should’ve asked from the start of the mission. you have been looking uneasy since then. I am sorry.” he said all these, while looking on the ground. he was standing in front of you, like a giant but yet he looked so small.

you hugged him, and he hesitated and then finally hugged you back before nuzzling his head at the crook of your neck. you could feel his breath on your neck as you touched his sweaty back. but you just don’t mind. “i forgive you, but in return you must pay me back all the affection I’ve given from start till now”.

“that’s not a problem.”

from then on, everyday when you both trained finish, in public, he would give you a light peck on your cheek, forehead and occasionally your lips. and after you both showered, lying on your shared futon he would be the big spoon and cuddling you with his legs wrapped around yours. sometimes, he would make ohagi and give it to you. otherwise he would cook you your favourite meals. but your favourite was when you would face him and cuddle towards his chest with legs tangled together while he caressed your hair and putting kisses on it.

bonus:

“sanemi,, thank you for visiting me at the butterfly estate when I was sick~”

“wha- how did you- SHINOBU!!!!”

he hugged you even tighter and buried his face deeper to hide the furious blush on his face.

a.n: sorry it was super longg I didn’t type a draft or this beforehand i came it up on the spot. sorry it so draggy :// but thanks for reading !!

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#sanemi x reader #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #shinazugawa sanemi #demon slayer sanemi #kny anime #kny x reader #kny sanemi

[raibebe]

On the run

Genre: Fluffy smut Words: 3.343 Prompt: My head says no but my heart says ooh yes For @im-a-special-bebe A/N: This somehow got really out of control and is a lot fluffier than I intended, I hope you enjoy it anyways. ❤ Also if this looks weird on some devices, I’m really sorry but tumblr was really not cooperating well with me today...

You had been on the run now for more days than you could count. The first few all a blur of gunshots and running. Lots of running through the woods, a strong hand either pushing you foreward or pulling you with him.

When your father had assigned an officer to protect you at the base, you had laughed thinking it was a joke. But when you realized he wasn’t joking, you became angry. You didn’t need a babysitter and the base was the most secure place in miles. It didn’t help that officer Son - like he had introduced himself with a deep bow - was not only strangely quiet and followed his orders with great precision but also was breathtakingly handsome. He wasn’t as bulky as some of the other soldiers but he had brought shoulders and his legs were filling out the uniform pants quite nicely. Not to speak of those full lips that were meant to be kissed.

When the sirens suddenly got off in the middle of the night, he had wasted no time to first barricade your room to give you time to not only get dressed but to pack a few essential items before he managed to sneak you out of the base and into the surrounding woods.

You had never asked where he was leading you, didn’t care anymore as long as the place had running water and something different to eat then the cans you had been eating whenever officer Son seemed fit.

Right now he was walking in front of you, compass and map in his hands, big rifle strung up on his backpack. He had killed people with that. People who tried to either kill you or him. Probably you. You were the general’s daughter after all. But still it made no sense to you why they were hunting you like crazy persons. They apparently had enough people and weapons to attack a military base and take it over. Why would they keep hunting you?

Lost in your thoughts you didn’t pay enough attention to the narrow path your protector was leading you through and your foot got caught on a rather large root. Screeching you lost your balance and suddenly everything went black.

~

By the time you woke up again, it felt like your head had been split in two. Hissing you opened your eyes slowly and tried to sit up.

“Slowly.” A soft but stern voice told you and a handsome face appeared in your vision. “You tripped and fell down a hill. I’m assuming you have a concussion. You also managed to sprain some ribs and dislocated your shoulder as far as I can tell.” That explained why breathing hurt so bad.

“Are we Safe?” You asked softly, your eyes failing to completely focus on the room you were in. The face disappeared for a while before it was leaning over you again, wiping your face with a wet cloth. “I carried you to a little safe house. It wasn’t far. Can you sit up now?”

Nodding softly, causing your headache to get worse, you tried to push yourself up again. A strong hand was placed between your shoulder blades and officer Son basically pushed you up into a sitting position. “These are painkillers.” He explained, handing over some pills and a bottle of water. “Drink all of this please.”

After he handed both over to you, he disappeared from the room again, leaving you to take in your surroundings. You were perched up on a big mattress that was lying in a rather empty room with bare walls. The only other furniture was a really shabby looking green armchair next to the window and a dark brown wooden cabinet. Swallowing the pills that were supposed to make you feel better, hurt even more than breathing. When you tried to lift yourself up even further you hissed loudly. Your left arm was just dangling by your side, not responding to your commands, the shoulder seemed dislocated indeed.

Probably startled by the noise you had made, officer Son came back into your room. He had taken off his jacket and heavy black army boots, just leaving him in the cameo pants, a white t-shirt with rolled up sleeves - which really extenuated his muscular arms - and his dog tag hanging from a silver chain around his neck. “Can you put it back into place?” you asked him, pointing to your shoulder.

The soldier nodded and sat down next to you. “It’s easier when you lie down on your back.” He instructed you and helped you lie down again. “This is going to hurt a lot.”You nodded and gritted your teeth. “I can take it.” He only snorted and took your forearm into his big hands, softly pulling it away from your body. “Please don’t scream too loud.”

Without any further warning he first pulled your arm really hard and then pushed the joint back into place. Accompanied by the nasty crack of you bones you let out a bloodcurdling scream, loud enough to wake a bear from its hibernation in a five mile radius. Tears were prickling your eyes, the pain in your shoulder and your ribs just too much to bear and your vision went black once again.

 ~

When you woke up again, the room you were still in was dark except for the moon shining its silver light onto officer Son’s beautiful body. He had taken off his shirt and pants and was sleeping in the shabby armchair. Someone should be painting this. His facial features were relaxed, plump lips slightly ajar, strong chest moving with the rhythm of his breathing. He was breath-taking.

You had never asked for his first name, thinking it would stop you from feeling a certain way for him which was definitely not professional in any way. But you had heard his comrades call him Shownu which was probably a nickname but it somehow really fit him.

A loud growl originating from your stomach broke your shameless staring. Embarrassed you curled your arms around your midsection, which caused you to wince in pain because your ribs were still hurting.

“You should eat something and let me have a look at that.” A raspy voice cut through the silence. Officer Son had woken up and was stretching his long body. It took all your willpower to not make your jaw drop. The moonlight casted shadows in the dips of his muscular body, making his abs stand out even more. Swallowing dry, you nodded absently.

“I’m afraid it’s going to be canned food again.” He announced when he got up and put his shirt back on. Groaning in frustration - whether it was about the horrible food or him covering up, you weren’t sure – you carefully rose from the bed followed him into the room next door which turned out to be the kitchen – if you could call it that. It was basically a really old looking gas stove, a sink and a couple of cupboards. In the corner was a small table with two chairs that seemed rather unstable. But because of the lack of proper seating choices you sat down anyways.

“I’ve never asked for your name.” You tried to start a conversation because the silence made you anxious. “Everyone just calls me Shownu”, officer Son responded, not turning around from the stove. “But that’s not your real name, is it?” He let out a deep sigh as if it was a burden to actually tell you. “It’s Hyunwoo, but no one calls me that. So if you are uncomfortable with calling me officer Son, just use Shownu, please.”

With that he handed you the can he had been heating up together with a fork. You ate in silence, Shownu’s eyes constantly on you as if he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t choke on your food so he had to safe you yet again. When you were done, he wordlessly took the can and disposed of it.

“Could you take off your clothes so I can take a check you for further injuries?” Shownu asked without looking in your face, slight blush colouring his sun-kissed skin. You swallowed dry, a similar blush creeping up your neck.

“Turn around.” This was stupid. He was going to see you almost naked anyways, not saying anything, he turned to face the door to the room you slept in. Cautiously you pulled your sweater over your head, hissing from the pain that shot not only through your ribs but also your shoulder. “Shit”, you cursed when you saw the dark purple bruise that covered almost your entire left torso, you must have fallen hard. “How hard did I fall?” you asked while shrugging out of your pants as well and putting both items carefully on the table.

“You fell down a small portion of the hill until you were stopped by a rock” Shownu answered matter-of-factly. “Can I turn around?” “Yes” you gave your permission, but still put your arms around you in an attempt to hide yourself.

When Shownu turned around, he first furrowed his eyebrows before his lips formed a smirk. “I can’t check you like that” he stated when he came closer to you. Taking a deep breath you uncurled yourself.

His touches were light as a feather ghosting around the huge bruise and left an almost burning sensation that you were sure wasn’t because of the injury. “Tell me when I hurt you”, the soldier whispered almost, his breath tickling your naked skin and giving you goose bumps. Now checking every rib for fractures, his touch got more intense the closer he got to your still covered breasts. Your breath got stuck in your throat and your heart was continuously beating faster and faster as soon as he touched your upper ribs, fingers just barely grazing the flesh of your boobs.

“As far as I can tell nothing is broken but I can’t quite touch your upper ribs” Shownu confessed when he retreated his fingers. “Sh-Should I take my bra off?” you asked shyly, not meeting his gaze. “I would like to be sure that you are not injured”, he said calmly, “but you don’t have to, if it’s too uncomfortable for you.”

Wanting him to touch you further, to keep heating the fire burning inside of you, you turned your back to him. “Open it.” You whispered, not trusting your voice.

For a while no one was moving. Letting out a deep breath, Shownu suddenly closed the distance between you two and opened clasp of your bra, the garment falling to the ground the only sound in the room. Gently he began touching you, starting a couple of ribs below your breasts, still standing behind you, his warmth was traveling through his shirt onto your skin.

When he reached the flesh of your breast, you held in your breath. You hadn’t been touched like that since you had been ordered to life on the base for your own safety. A whine made its way up your throat and past your lips when his fingers were pressing down harder to feel your ribs. His fingers were stopping their movements for a while before continuing their work. The longer he as touching you, the harder it became to supress the lewd noises you were making and the hotter it seemed to get in the room and between your legs.

Clearing his throat Shownu stilled his fingers. “I don’t think anything is broken.” With that he retreated from you and took a step back.

Already missing his heat and his touch you turned around to face him, not covering yourself this time and looking directly into his eyes. “Are you sure?” You saw his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallowed, his eyes getting darker and his gaze switching between your face and your exposed chest. “Do…Do you want me to check further?” he asked breathless.

Nodding you stepped towards him, closing the distance and pressing yourself flush against his chest. “You know, Shownu, it hurts a bit right here.” You whispered against his lips before placing both his hands on your chest and moaning softly at the sensation of his rough hands against your sensible nipples. Swallowing again, Shownu softly massaged your breasts and rolled one of your stiff nipples between his fingers which made you moan loudly and throw your head back. Wasting no time Shownu attached his lips to the exposed skin of your neck and sucked harsh before kissing his way up your jaw before he connected your lips in a fiery kiss. Sighing into the kiss, your hands found their way into his messy dark brown locks, pushing him closer to you whilst deepening the kiss. When his hands started roaming your body, it felt like he was setting you on fire with each caress of his fingers. “Hold onto me” he said breathless when he broke the heated kiss for not more than necessary before grabbing your behind and lifting you off the ground. Shrieking you wrapped your legs around him, now feeling his arousal through his boxers touching your ass. 

  Shownu softly lied you down onto the mattress in the room next door as if you were made out of glass, careful not to hurt your ribs further and ripped his shirt over his head. Pulling him down with your hands around his neck, you caught his sinful lips in another heated kiss. When he deepened the kiss further, your tongues dancing and exploring each other, you hooked your legs around him and pushed him even closer. Gasping you broke the kiss when his boxer clad hard-on was brushing against your hot core. “I want you.” You whispered into his ear before you raked your nails down his muscular back, making a moan escape his swollen lips. “I don’t want to hurt you further.” He voiced his concerns but rolled his hips down again, wanting to feel the sweet friction again. “But you want this too.” You pouted, pulling him flush against your almost naked body. “My head says no but my heart says ooh yes.” His last words were drowned in a drawn out moan when his clothed dick was sliding along your wet folds. Rolling your hips upwards again, you asked: “And what does your cock say?” That made him growl deep in his chest and attack your neck with kisses and bites, leaving angry red marks. Slowly he made his way down your body, teeth and tongue playing with your erect nipples before kissing down even further. Reaching your soaked panties, he took the cotton between his teeth and pulled them down. You gasped when the cold air of the night tickled against your hot core.

“Are you sure about this?” Shownu asked again, now kneeling above you. “My head and my heart both say yes” you mimicked his words and made grabby hands towards him, needing him close. He smiled fondly at you not moving from his position. You groaned in frustration, your hand reaching down in between your own legs. If he wasn’t going to touch you, you would do it yourself, sighing softly as your fingers slowly began to circle your clit. A curse left Shownu’s lips, his eyes focused on you shamelessly spreading yourself for him, one of his hands coming down to palm himself through his tight boxers. When you slid one of your fingers into you, both of you let out a deep moan. Slowly pushing the digit in and out more lewd sounds fell from your lips and your eyes fluttered shut when you added a second finger, moving them faster and faster when you felt your orgasm building. “Shownu” his name not more than a sweet whimper. “I need you” you added, desperate because your fingers just weren’t enough to make you fall over the edge.

When you pulled your fingers out, dragging them lazily over your clit and opened your eyes again you were met with a sight that made you even more aroused if that was even possible: Shownu was sitting on front of you, fist tightly curled around his erect cock and his wide blown eyes fixated on you. After dragging his fist up his dick one last time, he quickly sat up and positioned himself between your legs, teasing your wetness with the flush tip of his length. Hooking your legs around him again you pulled him close, letting out a needy whine.

Finally he slowly entered you inch by delicious inch, stretching your walls and giving you that wonderful feeling of fullness. When your hips where flush with his, he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on your lips. “Are you okay?” he asked softly. “If you don’t start moving now, I’m gonna go mad, Shownu”, you hissed, wiggling your hips to get at least some kind of friction. Chuckling he captured your lips again in a deep kiss and finally started moving his hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. Breaking the kiss with the need of oxygen you gasped loud and arched your back off the bed, wanting to be even closer to Shownu, to melt into his heat, forgetting your injured ribs. The pain shot through you like lightning and made you whimper. “Let me do the work baby, just relax”, Shownu whispered in your ear before gently kissing your temple. “Then move faster, please” you begged him, raking your nails down his broad back. “I was so close.” Kissing you softly he promised: “You wish is my command, darling.”

Suiting the action to the word, he let his hips snap forward more forcefully, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room accompanied by a symphony of lewd sound falling from both of your lips when they weren’t slotted together in a messy swirl of tongues and teeth.

Feeling your orgasm creeping up on you again, begs for Shownu to bring you your sweet release started mixing in with moans that were getting louder and louder. His touch too much but not enough, your whole body feeling like it was on fire. Parting from your lips, he moved to sit up and threw your legs over his shoulders, gripping your thighs for leverage and began slamming his length into you even more forcefully than before, hitting your sweet spot every time. Every coherent thought was wiped from your mind, Shownu reducing you to a moaning and sobbing mess. Releasing his bruising grip on one of your legs, he quickly licked his fingers before circling them fast around your clit. Screaming and lifting your hips off the mattress you were hit by your orgasm. White dots were swimming in your vision and your whole body began to shake and tighten up.

Shownu suddenly let your legs fall off his shoulders and jerked himself fast before spilling his release all over your torso, painting you white.

For a while the ragged breaths you both let out were the only sound filling the room, trying to collect yourselves and calm down from your highs.

“I should clean you up”, Shownu broke the silence, getting off the mattress and leaving the room. Returning soon with a cloth he cleaned his release off of you, still naked. Blushing you covered yourself with the thin blanket. Awkward silence began spreading between the two of you, just staring at each other. Clearing your throat you lifted the edge of the blanket and scooted over a little to make space for Shownu’s big body. Smiling so brightly, his eyes were turning into little crescents, he quickly climbed behind you and embraced you in his big, strong arms.

In this moment, just before you fell asleep, everything was alright: No thoughts were wasted on the fact that you were still on the run and that you had no idea where to go or what had happened to the rest of the people on the base. You were just surrounded by Shownu’s warmth and his comforting smell. 

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[givemequeen]

i need you ; george x reader

request: dom!george smut where he walks in on you moaning his name and masturbating??? and then punishes you for it?? thank you xx hope you’re doing lovely a/n: ok wow that photograph- and im doing lovely thanks pairing: george x reader summary: George always gets on your nerves but for no the most obvious reason. he’s nice and sweet and way too cute and it just bothers you. that all changes when one night he comes home from a concert without going to any after parties... warnings: (female) masturbation, being caught?, fingering, daddy kink and sex word count: 1,500

You had been living with The Beatles, your best friends, for quite some time now. George got on your nerves the most, he didn’t even do anything. He was so sweet and kind to you but he was too cute and hot for his own good. And you couldn’t stand it.

Fucking shit, there he is, shirtless. Again.

You rolled your eyes and watched from your desk as your roommate George came out from the bathroom.  His towel was wrapped around his waist showing his abs and v line. There was a small tanned line which led down to his-

“yn!” George yelled from his room pulling you out of your thoughts. You dropped the pen you had been chewing on and went over to his room.

“What is it?” you asked and it took everything in you not to look down. Instead, you focused on his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes that were oh so captivating. Soon you found yourself drooling and your knees were getting weak.

“yn?” George repeated snapping you out of your thoughts once more.

“Wha- Sorry, what do you need?” you asked after shaking your head.

“Everything okay?” you nodded quickly and moved your hand as to make him go quicker. “Okay, have you seen my guitar pick? The black one with the little G on it?” You nodded once more.

“Yeah, found it while doing the washing. I’ll get it.” you rushed to your room, got the pick and came right back. “Here you go.” he smiled at you and reached out to get the pick. As soon as his hand made contact with your skin you shuddered and butterflies erupted in your stomach.

George gave you an odd look as you went back to your room. The boys were getting ready to leave for their concert tonight. You decided to sit this one out, you just weren’t in the mood for it. Once they were all ready they went over to the door and called you.

You rushed towards the door to hug each of them goodbye. For all of them expect George you wrapped your arms around their neck, kissed them and wished them good luck. For George, you awkwardly hugged him and waved bye, no kiss.

Once the door was closed you ran back to your room and jumped on your bed. How were you going to spend your afternoon? You started off by playing some piano, the sweet melody filled the room and you remembered your old piano teacher.

After around an hour of just playing the piano, you went back to your room and read for a while. When it got dark you turned on your lights and left your book before getting into the shower. The shower was quick and when you went back to your room you remembered earlier on when you looked at George.

Damn

After getting changed into your pyjamas you sat down on your bed. The memory of George lingered in your mind and it left you all hot and bothered. You checked the clock that sat on your bedside table. The concert had just finished but the boys would be at an after party so you were safe.

Slowly your hand crept down your stomach and under you pyjama shorts. You let out a gasp when your finger hovered about your lips. A moan escaped your mouth when you shoved a finger inside of you. You closed your eyes and imagine your friend and roommate in between your legs.

His brown eyes gazing at you and a smirk plastered on his face. Your left hand slid underneath your t-shirt to grab your breasts. You began massaging it to pleasure you even more. You added another finger and pumped them in and out. A soft cry of George’s name escaped each time you hit your g-spot.

You wished it was George instead with his long, skilled fingers. Guitarists must be good with their fingers to do all that. Especially George, you had never seen such talent. But you weren’t thinking about the guitar. Right now you were thinking about the guitarist.

“Oh George.” you moaned as you added a third finger. With your other hand, you pinched and squeezed your breast. You began circling your soft spot with your thumb pushing you towards the edge even more.

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George had just left the venue. The rest of the boys had stayed behind to go to some other party but George wasn’t up for it right now. All he wanted to do was eat, sleep and see you. Maybe even talk to you. He had noticed you trying not to look at his body earlier on and it had turned him on.

He thanked the driver before going up to the shared flat. His fingers were wrapped tightly around his guitar case. George stepped into the empty lift and hit the top floor to his home. He opened the door to a silent flat and he frowned, you must be sleeping.

But when he went to drop off his guitar things changed. What made him freeze on his spot was your moans. He perked up when you called out, or moaned, his name. “Me?” he asked to himself as he walked over to your room. Definitely me! he thought as he saw you through the small crack in between the door and doorway.

You were laid on the bed, one hand under your t-shirt and the other one slid under your pants. Both hands moving wildly. He watched as your back arched, your mouth was slightly opened and soft moans of his name would escape your mouth.

George smirked and leaning against the doorway after pushing the door. When you heard the door swing open your eyes shot open. He was standing right there with a smug look on his face. Your hands flew out of their old spots and your eyes went wide open.

“G-George,” you said.

“Yes love?” he asked as he pushed himself off the doorway and walked over to you.

“I-”

“Yes?” George stood to the side of the bed next to you, he looked down at you with his dark eyes. He placed his hands on your thighs and pulled you to the side of the bed so your legs were hanging over the bed. You nodded and he kneeled down in between your legs. “Now, what were you doing back then?” he asked as he eyed your entire body.

“N-Nothing.” you stammered.

“Oh don’t like, such a naughty girl, huh?” his voice sent shivers throughout your body.

“I’m sorry daddy,” you said innocently and it was his turn to shudder. He cocked an eyebrow and swiped his tongue over his lower lip. “Everything alright daddy?”

“Yes, everything is alright.” he leaned forward and captured your lips in a breathtaking kiss. You gently bit his lip as he pulled away. “Want me to make you feel good?” George asked as his fingers got close to your panties. You nodded making him grin, he reached down to your pyjama bottoms and after you gave him consent he pulled them down along your panties.

His finger traced patterns over around your leg. Slowly he lined his finger over your core, looked up to you and pushed it in. You arched your back and moaned when his curled finger hit your g-spot. George added another finger and chuckled when you whined at the new pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked after adding yet another finger. You choked on your answer when he started circling your clit with his thumb. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as a wave of indescribable pleasure washed over you.

You tried to regain your breath once your orgasm was over. George stood back up and wiped his fingers clean before leaning down to hover over you. Very slowly he joined his lips with yours. You ran your hands through his hair and tugged on the ends of his hair causing him to moan into the kiss.

In between kisses you managed to rid him off his clothes. Once the both of you were naked you were both a moaning mess. You needed him and he needed you. After rolling a condom on he lined himself with your entrance.

“You sure you want this?” he asked suddenly very seriously.

“It’s too late to back out now,” you said but he wasn’t pleased with the answer. “Of course I do, I want this, I want you.” George nodded before thrusting into you. You moaned out his name and grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself as he slammed into you.

From that moment on you, he no longer managed to get on your nerves. Well not as much as he did before. Turns out the tension was sexual tension and once you told the rest of the guys they all gave Paul 10 pounds, turns out they had bet on this.

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[underoos-shield]

summary: peter can’t tell if he’s drunk off of the wine or her love

warning: a bit of underage drinking

A/N: hi my darlings!! hope you enjoy this chapter :) please go read @petey-verse chapter if you haven’t already!!💘

<<chapter 8

peter and y/n stargaze for a while, just thinking of what was to come in their relationship. it was a a nice thing to think about on this warm and beautiful night. the skies were clear and there was not a single hint of a breeze. it was perfect. a perfect night with a perfect girl.

y/n’s head tilts up as her finger slips under the neckline of his shirt, tracing the skin along his prominent collarbone. she smiles as goosebumps appears around the skin. it was so cute how much she affected him.

“please, come to my window tonight. ho in programma qualcosa di speciale (i have something special planned)”. her words are soft and peter doesn’t resist her offer. because... how could he? she was such an angel, he would do anything that she asked of him.

“of course”, peter whispers. y/n smiles and tells him to meet her by her window around 11pm. peter agrees excitedly to her plan and watches her walk slowly back into the hotel after ending their conversation with a light kiss. peter sighs happily as he tilts his head up towards the sky again.

he’s never been so intensely infatuated with anything as much as he is with her. peter likes her more than just likes. he thinks he really has a shot at something special. and although he’s never felt this emotion before, he’s pretty sure it’s the same feeling that aunt may and uncle ben had. a little short, romantic word that started with an L...

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“i have a surprise for you”. the tip of her nose is red as she holds back a smile. peter stands in front of her with his palms supporting her jaw and thumbs lightly running over the soft skin of her rosy cheeks. he can see the spark in her eyes and the devious smile she wore on her lips.

“what are you up to?”, he curiously asks with an eye brown raised. she giggles in excitement and quickly crouches down, reaching under her bed. peter’s ears pick up the sound of glass rolling against the floor and he curiously eyes her as she takes out a fancy bottle of red wine.

“mama lets me drink sometimes”. her cheeks are a light shade of red as she blushes. there were only a handful of times that she was allowed a glass of wine, a few being important events like celebrating the new year or at a wedding. but she had never drank just to do it. this was a whole new experience for her.

y/n can tell peter had never done anything so rebellious in his life by the way his eyes were glancing between her and the dark bottle. “a-are you sure?”, peter’s voice wavers. he hopes it isn’t too obvious that he’s never broken the rules. but it is, and it’s very obvious and very sweet to her. she loves the fact that he isn’t a bad boy, just a sweet and affectionate one. y/n sets the bottle on her bed and smiles at the very frightened boy.

“ovviamente (of course)”, she whispers as she slides her arms around his neck. she takes her time pressing soft kisses against his cheek and temple and under the skin of his jaw. her kisses symbolize that she had him. that as long as he was with her he would be safe and protected and loved. and that’s exactly what he felt. peter melts in her embrace and softly slips his arms around her waist, eyes closed so he can enjoy the moment. “non ti preoccupare, amore mio (don’t worry, my love)”.

y/n holds peter’s hand as she sits back comfortably against her pillows. he follows and streches his legs and realizes he’s a bit too big for the bed, his heels almost hanging off of the edge. y/n takes the two large wine glasses from her dresser and fills them almost half way, handing one to her love. peter eyes it curiously, swirling it around in the glass.

she drinks first, smiling as she appreciates the delicious flavor. y/n’s eyes soften as she sees peter hesistate. her hand comfortingly rubs peter’s knee and she softly tells him that he doesn’t have to drink if he isn’t in the mood. but he shakes his head and follows her lead, taking a small sip after a moment of hesitation.

peter moans as the drink slides down with ease. it was everything he thought it would be and more. the two sit in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company for a while. and it’s not long before peter reaches for another sip from his glass, his nerves fading away with each taste.

peter lays comfortably as y/n places her leg softly around his waist, head resting on his shoulder. her hand creeps up to draw shapes along his stomach and she can feel the hint of abs from under his shirt. it takes everything in peter not to gasp at her touch.

the pair talk more about their personal lives; peter discussing all the things he misses from back home -which wasn’t much. it was mostly may and the sandwiches at delmar’s.

peter listens closely as y/n talks about how she has always wanted to visit new york. and it was surprising because she didn’t seem to be the type of girl that would enjoy the busy city. peter describes everything he can remember about his beautiful neighborhood and where he grew up, painting an even more beautiful picture in y/n’s mind. they both imagine themselves wandering the busy streets and enjoying each other’s company in his small apartment.

“peter”, y/n softly calls out. she props herself up by her arm, softly gazing at her sweet boy. a small smile is on his lips and she can see that his eyes are slightly glazed over.

“yes?”, he calls back softly. peter’s fingertips delicately run through the front of her hair, tucking loose strands back in place. y/n gets lost in his touch, staring back at her sensitive love. “you are so beautiful”. peter’s words are slightly slurred together, a hint that he isn’t entirely sober. “so lovely”. he compliments. y/n’s cheeks heat up and she whispers for him to stop. not because she doesn’t like the compliments, but because if he continued she would have to look away to hide her red cheeks. but peter doesn’t stop. he can’t. there aren’t enough words to describe how perfect she is. “gorgeous.... amazing... angel”, he continues. she rests her forehead against his and traces the edge of his bottom lip with her thumb. “my dream girl”, he whispers sweetly. peter doesn’t realize just how much he’s making y/n melt at his words. so much so that she can feel herself sink into him.

“Tu sei cosi speciale per me (you are so special to me)”, she whispers lovingly.

peter smiles and tilts his head forward, catching her lips with his. she feels so comforting, like home. peter feels so safe and confident and nurtured when she’s around and it’s reassured with every kiss. his hand falls down the side of her face to hold the back of her head, not wanting the kiss to end any time soon.

peter starts giggling as they kiss more passionately and y/n pulls away. she knows he isn’t in the right state of mind at the moment, but she doesn’t blame him. it’s sweet how soft he was when he had a little alcohol in his system.

he’s almost wine drunk... almost. he can still comprehend what is happening but it’s almost as if his head is in a cloud. everything was just a bit fuzzy. “you’re the most incredible person i’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting”. peter smiles lazily at her. it was obvious that the drink was affecting him. y/n smiles as she presses light kisses around his nose and lips.

“i love you”, he whispers as he lets out a soft laugh. she holds back a gasp. it’s the most wonderful feeling to her, of course she loved him back. but it wasn’t the right moment. not yet. she didn’t want peter to be half of himself when they shared their most special moment. it wasn’t time yet.

“you need rest”, she says in a soft voice. peter laughs at her as she rolls him over to lay on his stomach.

“i’m not tired”, he says sleepily. a yawn contradicts him and she runs her fingertips along his back, coaxing him into a deep sleep.

“i love you”, he sleepily whispers again. soft sighs escape from him as he falls asleep quickly. y/n plants a light kiss on the shell of his ear and lays down next to him, finding sleep quickly as well.

something was so personal about their situation. maybe it was the fact that they had never felt this way about another person before... or maybe it was because they were both sound asleep in her delicate bed... whatever it was, it was perfect.

it was a perfect night spent with a perfect girl.

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[splendidlyimperfect]

Gray hasn’t seen Natsu in years - not since he moved away with his boyfriend Joel and Natsu stopped texting him. A chance run-in at a bar brings Natsu back into Gray’s life, but the encounter puts Gray in danger when Joel finds out. Natsu quickly realizes that Gray’s stuck in a cycle of violence, and wants to help him escape. But leaving isn’t that easy, and sometimes loving someone might not be enough.

Chapter Summary: Joel gets angry again, and Gray has to make a decision.

Chapters (18/22):  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Gray Fullbuster/Original Male Character(s) Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rape Aftermath, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Natsu just wants to help, but Gray feels like he can’t leave, Non-Linear Narrative, Trans Character, Tumblr: FTLGBTales, ftlgbtpride2019, Coming Out, First Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, I promise

**Major TW for this chapter - serious verbal/physical abuse and attempted rape/noncon (if you’d prefer a summary, go to the AO3 link and check the notes at the bottom)

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i’ve still got the scars and they occasionally bleed

bro·ken | \ ˈbrō-kən adjective :  violently separated into parts

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xvii november .

As soon as Gray walks in the front door the next Friday night, he knows he’s in trouble. Joel is home. He’s supposed to be at work, but instead he’s sitting on the couch, leaning forward and tossing his phone back and forth between his hands.

Bella trots over to Gray and he reaches down to scratch her ears, keeping his eyes on Joel.

“Hey,” Gray says quietly, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his keys. “You’re home early. How was wo—”

“Don’t play stupid.”

Joel’s voice is hard and it stops Gray in his tracks. He stands at the entrance to the living room, one hand still on Bella’s head.

“What are you talking ab—”

Before Gray can finish, Joel is in front of him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and shoving him against the bookshelf. Gray grunts in pain as the corner of the shelf digs into his back, and he brings both hands down to cover Joel’s.

“What did I say about lying?” Joel says, and his hot breath on Gray’s cheek smells like beer. “I told you not to fuckin’ lie to me again.”

Gray scrabbles at Joel’s fingers, trying to pry them off his shirt, but Joel slams him back against the shelf again. The back of Gray’s head connects with the wood and he groans as pain sparks behind his eyes.

“S-stop it,” Gray begs, blinking to clear his vision. He tries to shove Joel off, but Joel lets go of Gray’s shirt and grabs Gray’s throat instead.

“I found this,” Joel growls, and he holds up Gray’s secret phone.

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Fuck. Gray’s heart stops, then kicks back into overdrive, rabbit-thumping in his chest as his brain scrambles to figure out how to get out of this.

“Joel, baby, let go,” he says softly, quitting the struggle and relaxing against Joel’s grip. Every part of him wants to try to shove Joel off him again, but Gray knows it’s futile. Gray’s best bet is to just do what Joel wants. “C’mon, let’s go sit on the couch and tal—”

“I’m done talking,” Joel says as he tightens his fingers around Gray’s neck. “You never fucking listen anyway.”

“Stop,” Gray gasps around the grip on his throat. Panic wells up and spills out of him and he tries to cry out, to scream so that someone will hear him, but he can’t breathe.

“Shut up,” Joel hisses, pressing harder. Gray’s starting to feel light-headed, and he kicks out at Joel’s leg while he tries to pull Joel’s fingers away from his throat. “You said you wouldn’t talk to him again.”

Please, Gray thinks, because he can’t suck in enough air to make the words. He’s suddenly certain that he’s going to die, and he pulls desperately at Joel’s hand, trying to break away from the tight grip.

A sharp bark breaks Joel’s focus and his fingers loosen just long enough for Gray to pull them away from his throat. Gray gasps in a deep breath as he looks down to see Bella standing there, growling at Joel. Gray is sure Joel is going to hit her, and he shoves Joel as hard as he can, putting himself in front of Bella.

“You fucking idiot,” Joel snarls. He takes the phone and throws it to the ground, grinding it under his foot until it cracks. Bella barks again and Gray tries to push her back, but she slips out from behind him and growls at Joel again.

Joel kicks her out of the way and grabs Gray by the hair.

“Joel, stop, please,” Gray begs, voice hoarse. Joel ignores him, storming toward the bedroom and pulling Gray after him. Bella whines at Gray, trying to follow them, but as soon as they walk into the room, Joel turns around and slams the door in her face.

“Shut up,” Joel growls, letting go of Gray’s hair and shoving him back onto the bed. “You don’t listen so I’m gonna have to show you.” His eyes are wild, and Gray’s not sure if he’s ever seen Joel this angry before.

“Sh-show—” Gray’s words are interrupted by Joel crawling on top of him and kissing him, hard. Joel’s breath is hot and sour, and he bites down on Gray’s lip until the skin breaks. “Get off me!” Gray shouts, pulling away from the kiss and pushing both hands against Joel’s chest.

Joel ignores him, leaning forward until he’s pressing Gray onto the bed, then grabs the collar of his shirt, tearing at it until the buttons pop open. Gray’s freezes for a second with disbelief – is Joel really...

Then the fear catches up and he squirms under Joel, trying to push him off, but he’s too heavy and it’s suffocating.

“Stop, please,” Gray begs, tipping his face away when Joel tries to kiss him again. “I don’t want—”

Joel growls and brings his hand down to Gray’s hip, digging his fingers in and then yanking at Gray’s pants. Gray’s brain has gone past panic into terror, and he writhes and twists under Joel, trying to get away.

Joel pops the button open on Gray’s jeans, and Gray can feel Joel hard against his thigh, so he does the only thing he can think of – he yells for help at the top of his lungs, then brings his knee up between Joel’s legs as hard as he can.

Joel grunts in pain, and Gray does it again, adrenaline burning in his blood. It still doesn’t get Joel off him, so Gray sits up as far as he can and headbutts Joel in the face.

Pain splits through Gray’s skull, but he ignores it because it worked. Joel’s disoriented, and Gray shoves him as hard as he can. Gray scrambles backward, looking around the room in blind panic before stumbling toward the ensuite bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him.

There’s silence in the bedroom for a second, then loud footsteps and a hand slamming against the wood.

“Open the door!”

Gray’s heart pounds in his chest as he twists the lock and backs away, pulling his regular phone out of his back pocket and holding it in his trembling hands. Joel keeps banging on the door, and Gray’s throat is so tight he can barely breathe.

“Stop it,” he whispers, wiping his hand across his face. It comes back bloody, and he turns to stare at his reflection mirror. A terrified stranger stares back at him – a boy with red marks on his throat and a split lip and a torn shirt.

He should call the police.

Gray looks down at his phone, fingers hovering over the ‘call’ button. He could do it – there’s nothing Joel could say, no way he could talk his way out of this. The police would take him away, and Gray would be—

“If your fuckin’ cop friend shows up, you’re gonna regret it,” Joel growls. He slams his fist on the door again, and Gray backs up further into the corner, pressing himself against the wall as his heart pounds in his chest.

“Fuck,” Gray whispers, unable to help the terrified whimper that escapes from his throat as he sinks to the floor. He closes the phone app and flips to his messages instead. Natsu’s name isn’t there, but Gray’s got his number memorized.

“Open this fucking door or I’m going to break it down.”

Gray closes his eyes, taking a shaky breath through his nose and exhaling as quietly as he can. He can hear Bella barking outside the bedroom, and the door handle rattles violently as Joel yanks on it again.

I need help, he types before he can change his mind, then hits ‘send’ and nearly throws up.

The answer from Natsu is almost instantaneous. are you safe?

No, Gray replies with shaking hands. He’s terrified – this feels so much worse than anything that’s happened before. Can you come get me?

yes. Natsu’s message is both terrifying and a relief. are you at home? i can have sting over there in 15 minutes, im already in the car.

Gray runs a hand over his face, pulling his knees tighter against his chest and shaking his head. Nobody can come right now, because Gray knows what Joel’s threat means. If Gray doesn’t listen, Joel will hurt Bella.

I have to wait until he's asleep, he says instead, flinching at Joel’s shouting and the sound of wood cracking. I’ll text you.

is he hurting you? i wont be there for 3 hours.

I’ll text you, Gray says again, ignoring the question.

gray, are you hurt? do you need me to call the police?

Please, don’t. That’ll just make it worse. Gray wipes at the tears on his cheeks and swallows hard, wincing at the pain in his throat. He'll hurt Bella. Please.

sting can help you, Natsu replies, and Gray can almost hear his voice, sad and desperate. i just want you to be okay.

Then wait, Gray says. Please, it’s not safe. I’ll wait for you. I’ll text you once he’s asleep. He stares at the message for a few seconds, then adds, trust me.

Then Gray deletes the entire conversation and tucks his phone under the bathroom sink, behind the rolls of toilet paper. He slowly pushes himself to his feet, wincing at the pain in his head. “Joel?” he asks quietly. The banging has stopped, and Gray can just hear Bella barking in the hallway.

There’s a sigh from the other side of the door, and then a soft voice says, “I’m so sorry, baby.” Joel sounds so sincere and sad that for a second, Gray’s heart hurts for him, and he wants to apologize.

Then he looks back at his reflection; at his torn shirt, the red marks on his throat, his bloody nose, the tear tracks on his cheeks.

He did this, Gray thinks, squeezing his eyes shut and digging his fingernails into his palms. It’s not my fault. The words don’t always feel true, but he pictures Natsu saying them, Natsu telling Gray that he deserves better, Sting saying that Joel shouldn’t hurt him no matter how angry he is.

Gray looks back at the sink where his phone is hidden, then lets out a shaky breath and leans against the door. Natsu will be here soon, and once Joel’s asleep, Gray can leave with him – run away and leave this all behind.

Until then, he just has to survive.

#fairy tail #ftlgbtales #ftlgbtfics #ftlgbtpride2019 #day 19 #gratsu #natray #gray x natsu #gray fullbuster #natsu dragneel #update #new chapter #prompt #tw abuse #tw noncon #my fic

[bigboobshaunt]

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Owain/Brady smut, a commission for an anonymous client

~2k words

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On Ao3

“’Twas a cold and stormy night when the lonesome hero staggered back through the deep, dark forest, breaching the town’s borders. The pungent blood of his enemies still dripped down his sword, being washed ever slowly by the falling rain, but the man did not concern himself with such trifling matters… he had to report his victory to the townsfolk, and he planned to see it through!”

“Is it time for my part yet?”

“Psst, no, not yet! I’ll signal it to you when it is, don’t worry!”

“Sorry, I forgot… yer stories can be weirdly engrossing sometimes.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, and I’ll even ignore the ‘sometimes’ part… but anyways, as I was saying! Ahem… The hero’s legs grow more and more tired, his muscles suddenly seem to weigh like lead... but he is unflinching in his walk. The deed is done, but his quest is not yet truly over before he notified the person who asked that of him in the first place...”

Conspicuously, Owain pointed his index finger at his lover, who cleared his throat before giving off his clearly rehearsed dialogue. “O brave hero with the dark countenance, is it you I spy in this humble church’s worn down gates? Have ya – I mean – have you returned safely from your task? Are the people of this small town truly safe from the er, Battling Brigands of the Bloodthirsty Beast?”

“Heeeey, you promised you wouldn’t laugh!”

“I promised that only IF ya workshopped the name a lil’ more. Didja forget?”

“I suppose you win this one, but... back to the story… Yes, your holiness, I have vanquished the great evil that assailed all of the honorable and fair people of this town! Never again shall you know fear like this. Never again shall you have to lock your doors at night, send your children away in the night, nor lock up your most prized of possessions… and for that I, too, am thankful. I wish, however, that I could say I was unharmed, but that is not so… Fate seems to have seen fit to brand me with this wound in my stomach, and I am afraid I am not long for this world… but it pains me none to go, knowing you shall sleep safely from now on.”

“Please, brave hero, don’t say things like that! Here… I can nurse you back to health, if you follow me to my chambers. I couldn’t bear to lose a soul as noble as yours, especially after such a great deed! I shall devote my all to you until you are safe from harm, just as you have done for us… and for me.”

Grabbing Brady’s left hand, Owain squeezed it and gently lifted it closer to his lips, placing the softest of kisses on the back of it. “O kind priest… your words touch me deeply, stoking the very fires of my soul which slumber in my chest. I’ll accept your offer on the condition that you allow me to stay here after I get better… I would like to help with rebuilding this church and this town. They should shine brightly, as warmly as its inhabitants and as beautiful as you.”

Though such effusive praise was being given to a fictionalized version of himself, Brady couldn’t help but to give Owain a small smile, added to by the pink coloration that began to show on his cheeks.

Tenderly, Brady let go of Owain’s hand and trailed down Owain’s body, undoing the buttons on his nightshirt with dexterous fingers, trained by years of violin practice.

“Impressed by my physique, I see? You needn’t say a thing – it is only within my obligations as a wandering hero to keep my body in top shape, and ensure that I am always ready for combat… I will once again be in peak condition after you finish patching m-” Owain stopped in the middle of his speech, surprised at the look his partner had given him.

Before he knew it, Brady had bridged the gap between them, and he kissed him voraciously. Feeling the healer’s hands cup his pectorals, Owain moaned into the sudden kiss, trying his best to match Brady’s sudden hunger for him.

“Heh… I’m not sure the hero and the priest would start off like this so soon, but I’m certainly not complaining,” Owain snorted, burying his nose in Brady’s neck, embracing him tightly and taking a whiff of the man’s scent.

“Ya don’t know how impatient the priest can get… waitin’ in an empty church, worryin’ ‘bout the hero… specially if he already had feelings for ‘im before.”

“Even with all of my practice… I can’t match up to your artistic touch. You’re a genius, Brady! Backstory! It’s exactly what this tale needs! A slow burn romance between its title characters… I am sure that I can make it happen...” Owain said, sweetly gazing into Brady’s eyes before they kissed again.

Fondling Owain’s plush chest with one hand, Brady used the other one to untie his own nightshirt, finishing that by pulling down his bottoms and freeing his desperate erection.

“Now then… shall I tell you of how I got said wound? I was there, right in the middle of the brigands’ hideout and I knew I must have been getting closer to their boss’ room. When the heat of battle subsided, and silence reigned, I walked atop the goons’ fallen bodies to reach a-”

Without warning, Brady pushed Owain down onto his back, and with a determined tug, he pulled down his husband’s undergarments, licking his lips at the sight of the exposed cock before him, as though he had just found an oasis after being stranded in a desert for weeks.

Leaning closer, Brady dragged his tongue down Owain’s body, starting at his shapely pecs and making his way down the toned, strong abs before arriving at his lower body. Brady wasted no time before pressing Owain’s well-endowed member against his face, nuzzling its length and giving it quick pecks.

Burying his nose at the base of it, where the cock met the balls, Brady sniffed his lover’s privates deeply, taking in their unique scent, which only served to heighten his own arousal. Taking one of Owain’s balls into his mouth, Brady sucked on it, closing his eyes as he tasted the wonderful, salty taste of the sac, which while he loved, he knew it couldn’t compare to another of Owain’s tastes that he hoped to try that night...

Looking up, he noticed how Owain’s face seemed frozen in surprise, and he knew he had to perform expertly and give his all to satisfy. Diligently, Brady wrapped a hand around the mast of Owain’s cock and pulled down the man’s rather tight foreskin, exposing the previously concealed mushroom head.

Vividly, Brady remembered a saying he had heard, that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach… and though he understood what it meant, he had to disagree. The way to hold their attention was definitely through the tip of his cock.

Drawing the head into his mouth, Brady gave it the most thorough of licks, covering all its surface with his saliva and then sucking on it with gusto. Owain’s cock was another of his favorite tastes, and he was determined to treat both himself and his beloved.

Making a show of it, Brady removed the head from his mouth with an audible pop, before giving the entire length of the member a lick – from Owain’s balls, covered with a dusting of blond fur, to the wide tip, which was perfect for spreading out his ass for the thick shaft to come whenever it entered him.

“Oh, Brady… gods,” Owain let out, cursing under his breath as his husband worked on his shaft with his lips and tongue.

Chuckling at the thought of having managed to get Owain himself lost in his roleplay’s script, Brady gave the slit atop Owain’s cockhead a final, teasing lick before he opened up his mouth to swallow more of its size.

No matter how often they fucked, handling Owain’s girth was never truly easy. Brady could feel tears escape the corners of his eyes as he fought his gag reflex. He was not going to back down now. Not before he showed Owain what he was capable of.

Working Owain’s shaft deeper into his throat, Brady massaged his own aching cock, his hand gliding much more smoothly once his fingers and his member were wet with pre cum. He moaned to the best of his abilities, given Owain’s member was still in his mouth.

Pulling it out almost felt unnatural, like his mouth did not feel right when Owain’s throbbing dick wasn’t in it. Not wanting to go without it much longer, Brady caught his breath and swallowed the wet member once more.

Throwing his head back, Owain grabbed a fistful of Brady’s hair, calling out to a multitude of gods when the man sped up his rhythm for bobbing his head up and down the thick shaft.

Feeling his own release draw near, Brady felt a surge of happiness course through his body as he conquered his own gag reflex, being met with a face-full of Owain’s musky dark blond pubes when he finally managed to deepthroat his beloved.

“Fuck my mouth… please,” Brady whispered when he withdrew the member from his mouth. Forcing himself to say such a naughty line may have been difficult for him in any other context, but it was made easier by how prompt Owain was to comply.

Still holding on to Brady’s gelled, spiky hair, Owain pressed the man’s face against his crotch and bucked into it, being careful not to start too roughly, but slowly building the strength of his thrusts until  his balls began to slap against Brady’s chin.

Brady knew he would choke on Owain’s cock and then still thank him, had he been rougher to start with, but the tender approach his husband had, which extended to even something as flagrantly sexual as this, was yet another of Brady’s favorite things about his man.

The way Owain’s cock tasted and the way it twitched inside his mouth, coupled with the rapid nature of the thrusts and the physicality of them, the proximity to Owain’s skin and its scent… Brady could no longer resist and his fast stroking of his own cock lead to his seed splattering onto their sheets.

Pulling himself away from the middle of the swordsman’s muscular thighs, Brady gasped for air and stuck out his tongue, looking up expectantly at Owain as he brought himself closer to the tip of Owain’s cock.

Making a fist around his cock, Owain slapped it softly against Brady’s cheeks, only then noticing the drool that had dripped down the corners of Brady’s mouth.

Pointing his erection towards Brady’s tongue, Owain pleasured himself, feeling how much more sensitive Brady’s blowjob had made his member. He only needed to jerk his cock for a few dozen times before his seed landed on his husband’s tongue and on his face.

Swallowing the plentiful load, Brady used his fingers to find the remaining droplets, which he then licked clean. “So… do ya think I can improvise?”

In lieu of a reply, Owain extended his hand to Brady, pulling him into an impassioned, hungry kiss.

Afterwards, Brady rested his head on Owain’s plump, sweat-covered chest, hearing his beloved’s heartbeats slowing down to a steadier rhythm and feeling as though he was listening to the most calming symphony.

“You caught me… with my guard down this time… next time I’ll be the one who surprises you during roleplay. Mark my words… my love.”

Snorting, Brady sighed contentedly, drifting off to sleep with the most pleasant of smiles upon his lips.

#Owain #Brady #Udobure #FE13 #my writing #first fic of the year - I think I started off pretty well!

[fluidityandgiggles]

Sleep Is For The Weak - Chapter 3

Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Last Chapter

Notes (I guess): This chapter was a nightmare to write but I’m just so happy I finished it. It also touches some subjects that will come up again in the future, for the sake of letting everyone process the events. I’ve experienced grief and it’s going to take a long time before this particular subject could be discussed again. See yourselves warned.

Again, credit to @broadwaytheanimatedseries for screaming at me to write this, and to @whatwashernameagain for Keep Him Safe, and also a tiny tiny lil bit to @anony-phangirl and @asleepybisexual for their general support and for being such great sports about me annoying them with my ideas… (oops).

(I’m trying to find a way to write my notes, so bear with me until I find a way that will stick. This will do for now.)

(KHS) Tag List (sort of): @em-be-lievable, @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2, @adoratato, @supremestoverlord, @royallyanxious, @madly-handsome, @hanramz-the-fander, @the-incedible-sulk, @poisonedapples, @virge-of-a-breakdown, @winglessnymph, @princeanxious, @smokeyrutilequartz, @im-bad-at-life (if any of you could tag the rest, please do! I’m improving my memory from day to day, but… yeah…)

Tag list: @bunny222, @ab-artist, @secretlyanxiouspersona, @your-username-is-unavailable, @virgilcrofters

Trigger warning: period appropriate transphobia (the early 00s were not exactly trans-friendly). This chapter also includes discussion of two rather tragic (in my opinion) real-life events, and very few mentions of food.

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"Today, we're going to do things a bit differently."

Saturday, October 12th, 2002

"Raise your hand if the idea of coming out, even if you're already out, terrifies the living hell out of you."

Almost all hands flew up.

"Raise your hand if you understand the dangers of staying closeted too."

Pretty much everyone took their hands down. Only very few stayed.

"Last week," India said after a long breath, "we lost… the community lost one of our own. We… we lost someone to hate crime." She lowered her hand. Remy was almost in pain, seeing her try to talk about it. She called him last night, asking him if it's not going to be too much for him (and if so, she has another thing planned). "Gwen Araujo was seventeen when she died because she was outed as transgender in a party."

"Wasn't this released, like, two days ago?"

"Yes, and that's why I want to talk to you about this. Just… excuse me. I wrote it all down… it’s kind of a tough subject..."

It took India a minute to settle her voice, and another couple seconds to fumble with some papers. "I'll bet you all remember where you were when the World Trade Center fell in September eleventh last year." The room fell into silence. "I'll also bet none of you remember where you were on new year's eve in 1993."

Remy knew exactly where this was going.

"It could be because you were nine years old, which is the case for some of us, or you were already in bed by ten. I know my parents insisted that I'd go to bed by ten that night for a couple reasons. But on December thirty-first, 1993, we lost another member of the community. His story was turned into an Oscar-winning movie, but l can assure you none of you remember where you were when Brandon Teena was murdered for being born a girl."

The chatter was back. Remy could isolate some of the comments. Not most, just some. And it hurt. The ones he managed to isolate were not good, but one was much louder than the other.

"Can you really compare the murder of thousands to the death of just one person?"

"No I can't. But what you fail to realize here is that I'm not comparing anything here. I'm just trying to bring up a subject—"

"And you're using the tragedy of others to—"

"I lost family in September eleventh. I'm well aware of the tragedy. I'm also aware of the fact that transgender people are killed at ridiculous rates and this is something we should discuss!"

The silence after that was incredibly unbearable. India was close to tears, and Remy… as much as he wanted to go hug her, he couldn't.

It was that painful.

"Today's topic was supposed to be discrimination and hate," Remy heard someone shouting into the air - one of the juniors probably. "We do this conversation every year. Please listen to what the poor girl has to say. She's only volunteering to do this, on top of—"

"That's okay, Chris. I don't need an advocate."

It was going to be a long meeting, and Remy was not looking forward to it.

—

"I'm sorry I didn't speak today."

"You did alright. Sometimes doing nothing is a good thing."

India was incredibly frustrated when they finally got to Kirkland House. Remy insisted on going with her, to make sure that nothing else happened. She called him a gentleman for doing that.

It was sweet of her.

She ranted a bit about a guy who lived on the same floor as her (Jared Kushner or something) who was a dick to her and tried flirting with her girlfriend all the time, she told him that she applied to get a master's degree in forensics at Georgetown after graduation, and then they reached Kirkland House.

"You can get back to Harvard Yard from here, right?"

"Of course. Who do you think I am?"

India kissed his cheek and waved goodbye, and went into Kirkland House. And then Remy was alone. Well, not entirely, he still had to go back to Weld Hall and call his dad, but…

He was alone.

The yard wasn't as crowded as it was earlier and the weather was cooling down considerably, the leaves were changing… Harvard Yard was a beautiful place in the fall, Remy learned quickly enough.

He had very little time to process his thoughts when he was almost tackled to the ground by a tiny blonde kid almost running in the direction of the exit. Aka, the main road.

"How is it that when we're outside of class we keep running into each other in the weirdest ways?"

"That's less weird than how my grandparents met," Emile said, breathless.

"Not what I said, babe."

"No, really! My grandpa was coming back to Amsterdam from London just as my grandma was on her way to London straight out of Auschwitz, and—"

"Can we keep this story for another time?"

"...sure." Emile gave Remy a half-smile. "So… I kinda have to go to Party City. I need to stock up for Halloween."

"Didn't you go there two weeks ago?"

"Yes, but they didn't have this one thing I really needed, and I kinda forgot a couple other things, so they told me they'd call when they got that thing they didn't have, so I'm going to pick it up!" He was… incredibly jumpy today. It was rather endearing. "You wanna come? We can go get pizza."

"What thing are you missing, exactly?"

"A wig! I'm gonna be Kim Possible."

He was so excited… Remy started feeling bad for being this confused.

"...what?"

"Kim Possible! Don't you— you know what, it's okay if you don't know. It only came out in June anyway." The half-smile turned into a full, bright one. He was adorable. "So, you wanna come with me?"

...well, he had nothing better to do for now.

"Sure, sunshine. But I need to get my wallet and phone first."

"Yay! Anyway, so Kim Possible is this show, it's on the Disney Channel but trust me it's not that bad… "

—

Emile was growing on Remy more and more each day. And… he may have started getting interested in Kim Possible after going out for pizza with him. The never ending energy was growing on him in a way. It was impossible not to like his enthusiasm, and…

Yeah, he was starting to grow on Remy.

"So, now, lucky that I'm vegetarian, right?" Emile said as he took his third slice of pizza. "So at least I have some sort of excuse, at least according to my aunt, but we just keep having to explain to them what kosher means and—"

"Are we still talking about your sister, Emile?"

"What?"

"We were talking about your sister and then you started talking about… well…"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry!"

"Please stop apologizing. You're not doing anything wrong."

"Right. Umm… so… Doctor Gilliam suggested I might want to get evaluated at the psych clinic sometime soon," Emile mumbled, straightening his glasses. Slightly more closed off. Making Remy feel real guilty. "I don't… I don't know why, but he said I might want to."

"And you're just gonna take him up on that?"

"Yeah? No? I don't know. I'm only sixteen, honestly, I'm gonna have to talk to my parents about this."

Sixteen?!

"Yeah, I thought I told you!"

...shit. He spoke out loud. Shit.

"I'll be seventeen in December. But… never mind. Do you think I should listen to him? About the evaluation?"

"I have, like… no idea."

The way back to Cambridge was full of even more chatter about everything and nothing, and Remy couldn't put in a word. Not that it mattered anyway. Emile was interesting.

Remy gave his input whenever he could, but he would much rather listen to Emile talk. He had an adorable voice

—

"You didn't call me last week, kiddo. Found yourself a guy?"

"Dad, please…"

"Do you think you're going to take her up on that offer?"

"Dad, daddy, papa, David, any normal person when answering the phone would ask how are you doing. Not if you hooked up with a guy or if you're going to babysit your sisters who you've never met just because your bitch of a woman who birthed you asked you to."

"When have we ever done anything normal, Remy?"

"Well… true. But no, I'm not going to take her up on that offer. I don't really care, to be honest."

"They're your sisters."

"And so is India but you don't see me trying to—"

"You haven't told me much about her, kid."

"Well… she's not doing okay lately. Did you see the news? About that girl in California?"

"Edward Araujo?"

"Gwen."

"Right. Sorry. It's just… the news."

"It's okay. But… India is losing it over this case. And honestly… I get her. It's terrifying to see someone of your kin just…"

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But really, did you hook up with anyone?"

"Nah. Dad, I'm eighteen. I'm not you."

"Hey, your mom got pregnant with you because of this one time when we were seniors when she had an empty house this one week in December and threw away my condoms when I tried to—"

"Dad, that's disgusting and please don't bring this up ever again."

"Got it. But anyway?"

"...there's a guy in my major, his name is Emile—"

"You gonna ask him out?"

"Dad, no! He's sixteen."

"And he's a psychology major?!"

"I asked myself the same question. But yes. He is."

"Well, I mean… he's within the appropriate age range for you. I guess."

"...what is it about I don't want a relationship at this stage of my life didn't you hear?"

"You're eighteen, Remy! One day you're gonna find someone and—"

"That's the thing. I'm eighteen. I have many more years ahead of me."

"Okay. Whatever you say. Any other boys I should know about? Girls, too, if you're into them now?"

"Just… this one guy. His name is Chris, he's a bit older… I don't know. Should I really be talking to you about this? You're my dad!"

"Am I not allowed to be interested in my son's love life anymore?"

"You weren't this interested in it when I was in high school."

A long sigh. "Remy…"

"I know you're worried, Dad. Believe me, I do. But I'm doing just fine! Rashida has dance parties every Wednesday for some reason so we bond over that, Lucy is basically just my map to going everywhere, we haven't hung out that much, Sammy is being a cutie all the time and Katherine is obsessed with everything. She really likes Emile's bunny for some reason and keeps talking about how her niece and nephew would absolutely love it. Her niece is two years old! I just…"

"Sounds to me like you're making friends."

"Well… yesterday I went with Emile to Party City. I don't know what I'm doing for Halloween this year, but…"

"What was that you just said?"

"If all goes right, I'll be Jack Skellington. But I don't have a backup."

"What would you need a backup for? You'll do great!"

"So, how's your girlfriend?"

"Eh, I don't know. Elaine isn't… that… you know."

"I'm sure she's absolutely lovely."

"Yeah, so was I. Can't wait for you to meet her."

"Can't wait either."

"...are you sure you don't want to babysit Linda's girls?"

"Dad!"

"Just asking!"

#kylo cant write #sanders sides #remy/sleep #emile picani #keep him safe #sleep is for the weak #the remy centric prequel #tw: period appropriate transphobia #tw: food mention #tw: mentions of (real life) murder

[zoemurph]

before sunrise

on ao3 (full note on ao3) 

its been a really tough week, but as always, i really love the murphy siblings. i also really love my friends. thank you for putting up with me and im sorry for the silence. ill try to make it up somehow if youll let me.

warning: minor mentions of throwing up from "it's around 1:30" to "'zoe?' connor asks softly", because zoe is sick. its not described much at all, but figured id throw it out there. let me know if theres anything else i should warn about.

enjoy

It’s 4:17 in the morning when Zoe tip toes down the stairs and then makes eye contact with Connor, who’s sitting on the couch, eating cereal and staring at a blank TV screen.

Connor takes another bite of cereal and then puts the bowl down in his lap. “Hey.”

Zoe nods and walks into the kitchen, putting her instrument case on the floor by the table when she passes it.

Connor stares ahead at nothing for another few seconds before he takes his cereal and moves to join her.

“What are you doing up?” he asks, leaning against the island in the center of the room.

Zoe keeps her back toward him as she rummages through the fridge. “Competition,” she says shortly.

“At four in the morning?” Connor asks in surprise.

Zoe glances at him over her shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah? Transportation time?”

Oh right. “Still, that’s really fucking early.”

She keeps staring at him. “Well you’re up.”

“That’s different,” Connor points out before stirring his cereal mindlessly.

“Why, ’cause you’re not leaving?” Zoe pulls out an orange and closes the fridge door with her elbow.  

Connor rolls his eyes. “No. Cause I never went to bed. There was no ‘waking up’ involved here.”

She frowns as she peels her orange. “Why didn’t you sleep?”

He shrugs and takes another bite of cereal.

“Hm.” Zoe slowly pulls apart the orange. “So did you just sit on the couch all night and stare at the TV?”

“Yes.” She looks surprised. “And then I grabbed a bowl of cereal and then I kept staring at the TV.” Connor keeps his gaze steady as Zoe decides what to do with that information.

Eventually, Zoe settles for “Oh.” And all other aspects of their relationship considered, Connor will settle for it.

“I have to go,” Zoe says suddenly. She slips past Connor and back into the dining room. She scoops up her case and grabs her keys off the hook without another word.

“Good luck,” Connor says from the kitchen doorway.

Zoe pauses at the front door. “Thanks.”

It’s 5:23 in the morning and Connor is sitting on the kitchen counter eating cold pizza.

Zoe hesitates in the doorway before she steps into the kitchen and leaves her backpack on the island.

“Early,” Connor says.

Zoe hums in agreement. She pulls a loaf of bread out of the cabinet and pops two pieces in the toaster. “Why are you up?” she asks as she opens the door to the fridge and pulls out the jelly. Someone, probably Connor, used the rest of the strawberry. She’ll settle for grape.

Connor shrugs.

They sit in silence as they wait for the toast to pop.

“Coffee?” Connor asks suddenly.

Zoe shakes her head. “I’ll stop at Starbucks on my way into school.”

Connor squints at the time on the stove. “It’s early.”

“I’m helping Alana with setup for the assembly today.” The toast pops. Zoe grabs a knife and a plate.

“You’re part of Student Council?” Connor asks. He doesn’t seem surprised. She’s not sure how to take that.

“No.” She focuses on spreading jelly evenly across the pieces of bread. Easier said than done. “I’m just helping Alana, you know how Student Council is.”

There’s a pause before Connor says, “No. Not really.”

Zoe looks up from her toast. “No one does shit,” she says flatly.

He lifts his pizza in acknowledgement. “Mood.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fuck off, Alana does everything. People don’t care, it just looks nice on college apps.”

“Sorry she has to deal with that,” Connor says after a moment. “It’s cool that you care.”

Zoe looks over to him. He’s staring off into the distance as he eats his pizza, like he didn’t say the words at all.

It’s 1:02 in the morning. Connor is hanging off the side of the couch upside down as Evan snores softly on the other end, curled up in a ball and hugging a pillow.

The stairs creak and he sits up, groaning as he uses abs that he definitely doesn’t have. The sudden change makes the blood rush from his head, and he grabs onto the arm of the couch as black spots burn his vision and his head spins. When it passes, he squints up at Zoe in the darkness.

She’s frozen in the middle of the stairs, eyes wide.

Connor hauls himself off the couch, moving for the first time in at least eight hours, which his body hates. He motions for Zoe to follow him into the kitchen and hears her following him quietly after a moment. He flicks on the light as he enters the kitchen and immediately heads to the fridge. Cynthia bought whipped cream and he’s not above squirting it directly into his mouth.

Zoe leans against the counter and crosses her arms over her chest.

“Did you want something?” Connor asks softly, pulling the can of whipped cream from the shelf.

She starts to shake her head then stops. “Couldn’t sleep,” she admits after a minute.

Connor puts the cover on the island before shaking the can. “Relatable.”

“When did Evan fall asleep?” she asks.

Good move. Evan is always a safe conversation topic. Just like Evan is a safe person to be around. Evan is just safe, that’s the best description Connor has come up with for him so far. “Maybe like half an hour ago. Long day.”

Zoe nods slowly and stares out of the kitchen into the darkness of the living room. “I can’t believe he fell asleep on the couch.”

Connor smiles. “Evan can fall asleep anywhere if he’s tired enough. He fell asleep leaning against Jared the other day.”

He watches Zoe fight a smile before he tips his head back and squirts whipped cream into his mouth. She’s probably judging him, but he remembers doing this with her when they were young. Younger. Their mom would put out strawberries and put a little bit of whipped cream on their plates. When she left the room, they’d sneak into the kitchen and squirt whipped cream into their mouths.

“That couch is the worst,” Zoe mutters. “Dad needs to move on so we can get a new one.”

Connor lowers the whipped cream and nods. They’ve had that old couch for as long as either of them can remember. It’s one of the only parts of the house that isn’t constantly updated. At one point it was comfortable, but now the cushions are flattened and the springs are dead. A night’s sleep on it is a guaranteed back ache for at least two days afterward.

“As long as Evan is asleep,” Connor says. He holds out the whipped cream to Zoe.

She stares at the can for a long moment before she takes it from him. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

Connor raises his eyebrows at her. “Sleep is for the weak.”

Zoe gives him a flat look.

“I took a nap after school in the library while waiting for Evan,” Connor says. “I can’t sleep.”

Zoe keeps her eyes on the floor for a moment before she lifts the whipped cream to her mouth and squirts it in.

Avoidance. Nice.

“You should go to sleep soon,” Connor says eventually. “You have that rehearsal today, right?”

She nods slowly. “It’s fine. I can sleep on the bus.”

Connor makes a face.

“I’ve done longer rehearsals on less sleep.” Zoe grabs the cap off the island and covers the whipped cream. “Besides, this is good practice for college.”

Connor watches her as she opens the fridge door to put away the can. They don’t talk about college. Or the future. For a while there they didn’t talk at all. And then talking about the future was too tentative, because it wasn’t something they thought they’d actually look at together. “Performance or education?” he asks as the fridge door swings closed.

“Performance,” Zoe murmurs. “But I’m also thinking about music therapy. There aren’t many schools with great programs but…” She trails off and looks at her feet. The socks she’s wearing are mismatched, one is covered with stars and the other with Marvel superheroes.

“You should go to bed,” Connor says.

Zoe nods. “You too.”

At 2:49, Zoe gives up and closes her history textbook. Her brain hurts and her eyes hurt and her neck hurts. She pushes away from her desk and stands up, stretching out her back and wincing when something pops. Then she goes down the stairs as quietly as possible because she desperately needs chocolate before she starts crying.

She almost has a heart attack when she flicks on the kitchen light, because Connor is sitting on the floor in the dark eating cup ramen.

“Oh my god,” she gasps, stumbling backward.

Connor looks up at her and then raises a hand. “Hey.”

“Don’t do that!” Zoe hisses. “I almost screamed.”

“Cool.” Connor takes a sip from his cup ramen.

She puffs up her cheeks and blows air out from between her lips as she pulls open the cupboards. “What are you doing up?”

“Studying. Emphasis on the dying part.” She glares at him and he shrugs. “I got sick of writing about literary fiction versus commercial fiction, fucking sue me.”

“Maybe I will.” Zoe finds a half used bag of chocolate chips from the last time they made pancakes. She pulls it out of the cabinet and tosses the bag clip on the island before joining Connor on the floor. “Want some?”

“Nah I’m eating healthy.”

She rolls her eyes and dumps a handful of chocolate chips into her palm. “Okay then. Are you just writing that paper or…?”

“Yeah at the moment.” Connor picks at the styrofoam cup. “Ev and I are meeting up after school tomorrow so he can study for Environmental Science and Alana promised she’d help me with math.”

“Alana is a gift,” Zoe muses before stuffing the entire handful of chocolate chips in her mouth.

“Mhm. What about you?”

Zoe holds up a hand as she chews the chocolate chips. She has so much to do and she’s trying not to think about it too much. Mostly she’s just stress eating, which is admittedly better than Evan’s stress not eating, but not by much. “Right now it’s history,” she says after she swallows. “I’m trying not to think about music theory. Or precalc. Or graphic design.”

“Ask Jared,” Connor says. “He’s good at that shit. He might be able to hack onto the computers and fix something real quick after class if you need him to.”

“That’s cheating, Connor.” Zoe takes another handful of chocolate chips.

“Do I look like I give a shit?” Connor asks before tipping his head back and draining the rest of the broth in his cup ramen.

Zoe shakes her head. “You look like you want to have too much salt in your body.”

“I’m already mostly salt,” Connor deadpans. “A little more can’t hurt.” He holds out his hand for a chocolate chip. Zoe generously gives him two. “You’ve got White for precalc, right? Because we need to talk about how terrible she is.”

Connor glances up from his laptop screen at 3:19 in the morning to see Zoe hovering at the edge of the stairs, hugging herself. He pauses the YouTube video he was mindlessly watching and pulls his earbuds out. “Why are you up, Zo?”

She shakes her head. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He wonders if she’s really that tired and out of it that she didn’t notice the nickname slip. “Why’d you come down here?” he asks. “Do you need like…food or something?”

She shakes her head again. “You’re always up.”

Connor can’t argue with that one. He still hasn’t figured out how to force himself to adopt a normal sleep schedule yet. He’s working on it, but every few weeks it gets really out of whack and he has to start all over. It’s a process. An annoying one.

“Do you…want to talk about it?” he asks slowly.

Zoe hesitates. “I kind of just want to sit,” she says.

Connor sits up and swings his legs off of the couch. “Then sit.” He scooches over as far as he can so she can have all the space she needs.

Zoe curls up on the other end of the couch, leaning against the armrest and wrapped up in a ball.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

He frowns.

“Go back to what you were doing,” Zoe murmurs. “I don’t want to bother you.

Connor looks to his YouTube video. He hadn’t been all that invested before but he’s even less invested now. After a few minutes, he clicks the search bar and looks for a composer, one he overheard Zoe talking about the other day that she supposedly really likes.

He’s not sure if he should know her favorite composer or not. He’s not really sure how any of this works. He just hopes he gets the name right.

Connor listens to songs while checking in on Zoe every few minutes out of the corner of his eye. Eventually, he finds a song that seems calming enough and unplugs his headphones, turning his laptop volume on low.

Zoe looks over to him in surprise.

Connor just shrugs and stuffs his headphones in his pocket. He clicks over to a new tab and does his own thing as the music plays.

Zoe moves closer as the song ends. “Can I…?” she trails off, gesturing to his laptop.

Connor blinks. “Oh yeah, sure.” He pulls the YouTube page back up before handing it over. He rubs his eyes as Zoe looks through the recommended videos.

He’s startled by the first note of the next song.

“Sorry about that,” Zoe apologizes.

“It’s cool.” Connor runs a hand through his hair. “Just tired.”

“You should sleep,” she mumbles.

You too. “On this couch?” Connor asks. “Fuck that.”

Zoe moves to hand Connor his laptop back.

Connor pushes it back towards her. “Keep it. You’ve got better taste in music.”

“You finally admit it,” she murmurs.

He pulls his legs up onto the couch and crosses them, letting his thoughts sink into the music. Zoe does have a nice taste in music, at least when it comes to instrumental band music. He glances over to her at one point and she’s nodding along to the beat, swaying back and forth with some of the dynamic changes.

Connor gets a weird feeling in his chest. Zoe’s hair is longer than he thought it was and she has circles under her eyes. She looks tired and he doesn’t think he can blame that on just tonight.

He has the overwhelming need to protect her. It’s weird.

“What’s this?” she asks, tilting the screen and pointing to a video that shows up in the recommended videos column.

Connor squints at it. “Some comedy sketch. I just kind of let YouTube run on autoplay when I’m out of it and weird shit starts showing up in my recommended videos.”

Zoe purses her lips before scooting closer. “I wonder if it’s funny,” she says as she clicks the video.

Zoe falls asleep on him about six videos later, when they’ve somehow gotten to a video on the top ten animated villain songs. Connor shuts his laptop and sets it on the table in front of them, careful not to move too much so he won’t disturb her.

It’s around 1:30 when Zoe stumbles out of bed and down the hallway, barely throwing the bathroom door open in time to bend over the toilet. She wipes her mouth with a tissue and flushes the toilet, grimacing.

Gross.

She groans as she sinks to the cold tile floor. It’s nice against her hot skin, but doesn’t change the fact that everything hurts and is awful right now.

And she thought she was maybe getting better.

“Zoe?” Connor asks softly.

She doesn’t turn away from the toilet, just lifts a hand in acknowledgement.

“You okay?”

Zoe takes a few slow breaths before she says, “I’m okay.”

“Here.” He flicks the light on and sits on the side of the tub. “Not going to school, huh?”

Zoe groans. “Please…”

Connor gives her a weak smile and yanks a hair tie out of his hair, his hair falling out of its ponytail as he does so. “Here.”

Zoe takes it and pulls her hair up into a messy bun. At least it’s out of her face now. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re sick.” Connor leans closer and presses the back of his hand to her forehead. “And burning up. Shit, Zo, when did you take medicine?”

“Um…” She scrunches up her face. “Before bed?”

Connor looks up as he does some math in his head. “Yeah okay, you can take more now.”

“How long has it been?” she asks.

“Like nine hours.”

Zoe blinks. “Are you sure?”

“Sleep is weird and so is time.” Connor stands. “Do you think you can come downstairs with me or is staying hunched over a toilet a better idea?”

Zoe slowly gets to her feet. Connor grabs her arm when she wobbles a little. “I think I’m okay. I’ll be down in a second.”

“I’ll be in the kitchen.” Connor pauses in the doorway. “If you fall, just start yelling or something.”

“Sorry for waking you up,” she calls after him.

“You didn’t,” Connor promises.

Zoe brushes her teeth and stares at herself in the mirror for a minute. She looks like a corpse. She hates being sick and all of her homework is just piling up into a terrifying mountain of death.

She also feels like she’s going to pass out.

Water is good.

She leans heavily on the railing as she climbs downstairs, following the trail of lights Connor left on into the kitchen. He’s drinking orange juice and sitting on the island. He’s left out a medicine cup filled with purple grape flavored lies. Zoe scowls as she picks it up.

“Bottoms up,” Connor says, lifting his glass in a toast. “Actually wait.” He hops down from the island and opens the fridge, pulling out chocolate syrup. “Go.”

Zoe huffs and downs the medicine, trying not to gag.

“Open wide,” Connor says, uncapping the chocolate syrup.

Zoe opens her mouth again as Connor squeezes chocolate syrup in. Then he does the same to himself.

“You didn’t take medicine,” Zoe says.

“I’m taking care of you,” Connor says. “This is my payment.”

Zoe rolls her eyes. “‘m fine.”

Connor gives her a look. “Sure.”

“I’m almost an adult, I can take care of myself.”

He shudders. “Don’t remind me.”

“Why? Is me being an adult that scary?”

“No, it reminds me that I’m an adult.”

Zoe laughs. It turns into a cough and Connor pats her back until she can breathe right again.

“My laptop is still hooked up to the TV if you want to illegally watch Disney movies,” Connor says.

Zoe nods. “Yeah, that’d be good.”

She curls up on the couch with a blanket because now she’s too cold even though Connor insists her fever is up, and takes a water bottle from Connor when he hands it to her over the back of the couch. He pulls up Princess and the Frog without Zoe even having to argue that it’s way better than Lilo and Stitch.

“Thanks,” she mumbles. “Was I supposed to take that medicine with food?”

“Not sure,” Connor admits. “But here.” He holds out a box of Saltines. “Found these in the back of the cabinet. Bland, salty, and white. Just like me.”

Zoe snorts as she takes them from him. “You aren’t that bland.” She opens the box. “Don’t you have school in a few hours?” Connor shrugs. “Whatever.”

 At 12:36, Zoe pulls open the front door. Connor ducks his head as he squeezes past her and into the house.

“Thanks,” he whispers as he pulls down his hood. It started raining as he had walked home and now all of him is a little damp.

Zoe crosses her arms. “Where were you?”

“Out.” Connor moves to go into the kitchen. He needs something warm to eat or drink right now. He can’t feel his hands.

She grabs onto his jacket, yanking him backwards. “Seriously?!”

Connor sighs and gives in. “Can you let me, like, get a snack? It’s not a big deal.”

“It is if it involves you sneaking in and out.” She shoves him. “I thought you were getting better than this.”

“I am,” Connor snaps. He jerks free and stalks off to the kitchen. He pulls open the fridge and stares at its contents, which doesn’t help the fact that he’s freezing.

“Here.” Zoe grabs a container of leftovers out of the fridge and shoves it at Connor. “Those are going to go bad. If you’re going to be midnight snacking, at least eat something we need to get rid of.”

“Closer to one am,” Connor corrects. “Round up.”

Zoe glares at him.

She continues to watch him with an unimpressed gaze as he heats up pasta from last week in the microwave.

“When did you sneak out?” she asks when there are fourteen seconds left.

Connor pulls the microwave door open before it can beep. “About nine.”

“Why.”

He ignores her and bumps her over to get to the silverware.

“Connor,” she says warningly. “I won’t help you sneak in and out if you won’t tell me what’s going on. There’s nothing stopping me from getting mom or dad right now.”

“You wouldn’t,” he says flatly.

Zoe takes a deep breath.

“It’s none of your business,” he hisses.

She scowls. “You making me let you back in makes it my business. Why didn’t you bring your key? Come on. That’s basic.”

Connor shrugs. “I left it at Evan’s my mistake.” He focuses on his pasta and tries not to look at her.

“Evan’s?” Zoe asks. “You haven’t been over his house for like…two days. Besides, you had your key earlier…today…”

Connor stuffs his mouth full of pasta. She can’t question him if he can’t talk and he can’t talk if he’s eating.

There’s a long pause that gives him far too much time to chew the way too big bite of pasta he took.  

“You were at Evan’s?” Zoe asks softly.

Connor nods and continues to not look at her.

“Why?”

“He needed someone,” Connor mumbles. “His mom was at work and Jared was working on a project and Ev didn’t want to bother them.”

Zoe sighs. “You could’ve just told me that.”

“It really wasn’t any of your business. And besides,” he meets her eyes, “you assumed the worst.” Which stung more than he was willing to admit it did.

Zoe shifts uncomfortably under his gaze. “Yeah, I did. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he mutters. He stabs a piece of pasta with his fork. “It’s whatever. Thanks for letting me in.”

“Always.” Zoe clears her throat. “You can always like…tell me stuff. If you need to. I know I’m not like… I know it’s different but— yeah.”

Connor glances at her. “Yeah.”

It’s 3:44 in the morning when Zoe wakes up with a cramp in her calf and an incredibly dry throat. She practically stumbles down the stairs as she tries to walk off the cramp and bumps into the doorframe when she tries to enter the kitchen.

She grumbles to herself and rubs her shoulder before flicking on the kitchen lights. She blinks in surprise. “Connor?”

Connor looks up from where he’s sitting on the floor, hair messy and face streaked with tears.

“Are…are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he mutters. His voice sounds hoarse.

Zoe hesitates. “Do you— Can I do anything? To help?”

Connor presses a hand to his forehead and squeezes his eyes shut.

“Connor?” she asks softly. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

He takes a shaky breath. “No.”

“What can I do?” She steps a little closer. “How can I help?”

“Just…stay. For a minute.”

Zoe sits down on the kitchen floor an arms length away from Connor. She’s supposed to be good at this comforting thing, but now that she’s here she has no idea if she’s supposed to do or say anything. She settles for just sitting in silence, because that’s all Connor wanted. For her to be here.

There’s probably something deep in that, but she’s tired.

“I’m sorry,” Connor chokes out after a few minutes.

Zoe furrows her eyebrows. “For what?”

“Everything.” He buries his face in his knees. “Everything,” he repeats, voice muffled.

Zoe takes a breath. “I’m not leaving,” she promises as she stands up. She pulls two plastic cups from a cabinet. The colors are faded and old but for some reason, their mom hasn’t thrown them out yet. She fills both up with water before joining Connor on the floor again. “Here,” she says, holding out one of the cups to him. “Hydration is important or something.”

Connor looks up to her with watery eyes before taking the cup. He wipes his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “Sorry.”

“I just got you some water,” Zoe says. “It’s not a big deal. And it’s what I came down here for anyway.”

Connor stares down into his cup. “Still.”

Zoe sighs. No time like the present. “I accept your apology,” she says. “I don’t forgive you for everything, and I don’t think I can, but I accept your apology and I want to move past it. Look to the future and all that stuff. I… I want to help, Con. If you’re okay with that.”

Connor sniffs. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Yeah but I want to.” There were years where she had just given up and she’d stopped thinking he could get better. And in the end he proved her wrong. “I offered to.”

Connor takes a deep breath. “Don’t. Not if— it’s not worth it if you’re going to be like mom and think this is fixed quickly because I’m sick of pretending I’m better than I am.”

“I know,” Zoe murmurs. “I want to know if you’re actually okay or not. I want to know if I should be worried or… You’re my big brother. I just want you to be that.”

Connor’s face crumples and Zoe puts her cup down on the floor before taking his cup from his hands and putting it down next to hers. She touches his shoulder. “Connor?”

He pulls her into a tight hug, burying his face in her shoulder.

For a moment, she’s frozen. She can’t remember the last time they hugged. Or the last time that it felt real.

Zoe hugs him tight as they sit on the kitchen floor, the sun not even above the horizon yet. She still doesn’t really know what to say. Because she doesn’t actually know if things will get better. She wants to hope, but years have made her cynical and that’s really sad for her to say as a seventeen year old. So she just hugs Connor until he’s ready to let go.

Then they sit on the couch and watch Lilo and Stitch together, illegally on the first site that doesn’t threaten to give Connor’s laptop a virus. And she doesn’t even argue against it.

#zoe murphy #connor murphy #dear evan hansen #deh #deh fanfic #my fics #im sorry

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bulletproof (ch. 10)

Bulletproof: a BTS ‘Grand Theft Auto’ AU based on this post

Genre: drama, humor, angst, romance

Word count: 4241

Warnings: mature content, graphic violence, non-graphic sexual content, strong language, drug/alcohol usage

Summary: Min Yoongi owns this city, and he doesn't take kindly to death threats on his loved ones. Min Yoongi can, and will, make you hurt.

Chapter: Prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11

A/N: dude,,,, im so sorry about this insane wait

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Two weeks later

“So Jimin’s been helping you out with hand-to-hand combat, huh? The guy’s always had a knack for it,” Hoseok spoke, leaning back and taking a swig of his beer. He spared a glance around the sitting room, eyes lingering over the priceless vases and ornate furniture. The feeling of being a bull in a china shop never really went away in this house. It didn’t matter how many times Hoseok came over to Jimin’s place, the sheer size of the mansion never failed to astound him.

Jungkook paused, cheeks flushing, before averting his gaze. The reaction confused Hoseok slightly – it had been a simple enough question, nothing to get flustered over.

“Yeah, he’s a good teacher,” Jungkook mumbled. “Says I’m getting pretty good at it, especially for a beginner.”

Chuckling, Hoseok slapped a hand on Jungkook’s back. He wasn’t surprised – everything the kid touched turned to gold. Makes sense Jungkook would be a naturally good fighter.

“I’m glad,” Hoseok replied, touches of a smile at the corners of his mouth. “Cause pretty soon you’re gonna have bastards coming at you from every direction. Better to establish yourself as a qualified fighter before some son of a bitch gets the drop on you.”

Jungkook nodded and tapped rhythmically on the lip of the beer bottle in his hand. His behavior was still throwing Hoseok off; something seemed to be out of place, and he couldn’t put his finger on it.

This was the first time in days that Hoseok had gotten to spend time alone with Jungkook. Earlier Jimin had run off to the grocery store, claiming he needed agave nectar or some healthy shit like that, and Hobi decided it was an opportune time to kick back and have a couple beers with Jungkook, just chat with the kid, try to give him a sense of normalcy again. God knows he probably needed it after the stress of the last couple of weeks.

“How did Jimin get so good at fighting, anyway?” Jungkook ventured after a few moments of silence.

Hoseok let out a breathy snicker, leaning back on the couch. “Excellent question,” he spoke. “Thing you have to understand is that there’s more than one reason Jimin is so commonly known in this city. Not just for being a party boy socialite, there’s more to it.”

Jungkook cocked his head, almost like a puppy, inquiring further.

“Jimin used to do street fighting. Quite a lot of it. No gloves, no rules, no supervision – underground brawls, sometimes to the death. It was completely illegal and all very hush-hush. Absolutely brutal stuff; he’d come back and we would have to patch him up and wash the blood out of his clothes. He wanted the money for drugs, mainly. But he also got high off the rush,” Hoseok explained.

“It was dangerous, but Jimin was insanely fucking good. People’d underestimate him cause he’s tiny, but the kid sent guys to the hospital on a regular basis. The whole thing got way out of hand, and we finally convinced him to drop the habit before he ended up brain-dead.”

Finally Hoseok spared a glance over to Jungkook. The guy looked absolutely stunned, eyes wide and jaw slack.

“You’re telling me that Jimin… was in the Fight Club?” Jungkook stuttered, taken aback.

The statement, combined with the completely flabbergasted look on Jungkook’s face, caused Hoseok to let out a bubbling laugh. “Pretty much, that’s the gist of it,” Hoseok responded between giggles.

Then Hoseok froze.

Years of living in this city would instill a person with a kind of sixth sense. It wasn’t fictional, it wasn’t exaggerated, it was undeniably real. Hoseok has developed an uncanny ability to predict when shit’s about to do down.

And in that split second, something was horribly off.

All of his hair stood on end, his stomach went ice-cold, his fingers gripped tightly around the forgotten beer bottle in his hand.

“Jungkook…” Hoseok whispered tightly, not daring to move a muscle.

“Hobi?” replied Jungkook, hesitantly, as if he could immediately sense that the atmosphere had changed completely. The boy’s eyes were blown wide, staring at Hoseok with a startling air of concern and confusion.

Hoseok didn’t respond, merely shifted his gaze to the nearest window. Not a muscle in his body moved, and he could hear blood dully thudding in his own ears.

Something was so wrong –

“Get down!” Hoseok shouted, grabbing Jungkook’s shirt faster than lighting and dropping to the ground. A splitting crack sounded in the distance and suddenly there was glass everywhere, raining down in shards on the pair, splitting tiny gashes into Hoseok’s face and arms. Head pounding from the sudden cacophony, Hoseok struggled to blink his eyes open. Jungkook was lying on the floor next to him, stunned but unharmed, completely still from the shock.

Hoseok wasted no time in grabbing the boy’s sleeve, hauling him to his feet.

“Come on, get up! Run!”

The pair stumbled to their feet as more cracks sounded through the air. Hoseok felt the bullets whiz alarmingly close to his head, one shaving off a strand of his hair. He gripping the front of Jungkook’s jacket like it was a lifeline and blindly stumbled to the entrance of the room, unable to even think straight enough to watch where he was going.

“Hobi—” Jungkook started to shout, before his voice morphed into a yelp of shock. Hoseok whipped around to find a bullet graze oozing fresh blood from Jungkook’s cheek.

Shit, shit—

“Come on!”

They stumbled into the hallway, taking off at a full sprint as shattering glass and whirring bullets filled the air directly behind them. Panic and adrenaline flooded Hoseok’s entire body as he raced to the only safe room he could think of – that bomb shelter in the basement that Jimin’s mother was paranoid enough to demand be built.

Rounding the corner to the game room, Hoseok pulled Jungkook close and put his finger over his lips. The boy was clearly panicking, his whole body shaking from the shock of what had just happened.

Hoseok reached one hand down to pull his glock from its holster on his thigh. He quickly checked the cartridge for ammo (a full round, thank god) and switched off the safety.

“Jungkook, take this,” Hoseok whispered as he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a smaller revolver. He placed the cold, steel gun into Jungkook’s shaking hands and looked the kid in the eyes. “Don’t fucking shoot unless we get separated, do you hear me?”

Nodding shakily, Jungkook slowly took the revolver from Hoseok’s hands. “Hobi, how…”

“I don’t fucking know how they found us, but we need to get to the basement. Jimin’s got a bomb shelter down there. We can stay there until—”

Hoseok immediately stopped as he saw a flicker of movement over Jungkook’s shoulder. With reflexes faster than he even knew he had, Hoseok whipped his glock up and fired directly into the approaching man’s skull. The bang sliced through the air and Hoseok flinched from the recoil.

The man dropped to the ground, remnants of his brain dripping from the wall behind him.

“They’re in the fucking house. Follow me, don’t make a sound, and be alert,” Hoseok whispered into Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook snapped out of whatever trace of shock he had been stuck in, and crouched behind Hoseok, shaking hands clutching his pistol. From the corner of his eye, Hoseok saw the boy swallow harshly, eyes blown wide. Poor thing was freaked as hell. Hoseok followed Jungkook’s gaze to the end of the hall, where he saw bits of gore and blood littered in every direction, coating the walls in a macabre kind of Pollock painting.

“Now, Kookie,” Hoseok breathed out, careful to keep his voice and his crouch low.

As quietly as he could, Hoseok crept down the hall. Alarm was rolling off Jungkook in waves, and it was almost distracting. Rounding a corner, Hoseok peered into a nearby room to see figures moving inside.

Hoseok swore under his breath and jerked to a halt. Footfalls were distantly approaching behind them, and the room they were headed towards was occupied by at least three armed thugs, from what Hoseok could see. There wasn’t any option, they would have to shoot their way through that room—

Hoseok’s train of thought was broken by a sudden cry of alarm inside of the room.

It was nearly impossible to get a good look at whatever the hell was going on in that room. Hoseok heard gunshots, yelling, crashing… then silence. Jungkook was frozen at his side, too still to even risk breathing. A faint voice came from inside.

“Xiumin, did you get the guys around back?”

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Relief washed over Hoseok and he slumped down, letting out a long sigh. Clearly confused and still terrified, Jungkook silently looked to Hoseok with apprehension on his face. Hoseok simply smiled and softly wiped the blood from where Jungkook’s cheek had been grazed.

“It’s Jung Hoseok, I’ve got Jungkook with me. We’re coming in, don’t shoot,” Hoseok calmly stated, cracking open the door to find Xiumin and Kai surrounded by dead bodies.

Hoseok grinned. He wasn’t sure who had hired them, maybe Taehyung or Namjoon, but Hoseok was in no position to be complaining.

The Exorcists had come.

Hopefully Namjoon’s shop wasn’t locked up.

Jimin quietly drove through the city, probably about halfway to the auto shop by now. As much as he adored Jungkook, he figured the kid could use a break from his presence for a couple of hours. He’d already made a run to the grocery store with some dumb excuse about needing healthy shit (which he kind of did, to be completely honest) before leaving Hoseok to look after the younger.

There was something about Hoseok’s presence that could just make a person feel at ease. Considering all of the stress that Jungkook had been through in the last few weeks, Jimin figured that it was a good idea to leave the two of them alone for a while.

The car radio was silent. Jimin’s phone had died earlier, in the middle of looking up nutritional information for some fancy granola brand. Honestly, he usually hated whatever was playing on the radio – he’d prefer to drive in silence than to listen to a bunch of commercials for things he didn’t care about.

People always underestimated how much Jimin loved complete silence. It was an extremely rare treat in his life, flitting around from party to party and always hanging out with the guys. Dance studios. Raves. Government events. It was all characterized by an excess of noise.

He’d been feeling much better in the last week or so. Hadn’t even touched any drugs, besides some weed that he hit with Jungkook and Namjoon a couple of days ago. The effects of cocaine detox had absolutely clawed at him for the first week and a half or so, but Tae was always there by his side. Encouraging him, telling how he needed to be strong and healthy for the sake of the others.

Jimin was still sometimes caught off guard by how considerate and intelligent Taehyung could be.

Finally, he turned the last corner onto Namjoon’s street. The shop appeared to be open, a couple of stray cars parked out front. The lights inside weren’t on, but that didn’t mean much – Namjoon often would close the front of the shop and just meet with customers in the back garage. It wasn’t exactly typical protocol for an auto shop, but then again, Namjoon’s shop wasn’t exactly targeted towards typical customers.

Jimin pulled into the parking lot smoothly and killed the ignition. There was a slightly odd feeling in the air, but he shrugged it off as his typical post-withdrawal paranoia. Harder drugs have a way of fucking with your sense of security, and coming off of them multiplies that feeling infinitely. Still feeling wary, Jimin unbuckled and stepped out of the car.

It was then that he noticed the store was oddly still. There wasn’t a soul inside, no noises coming from the garage, not even a stray bird or a passerby on the street.

Maybe this wasn’t just paranoia.

Calmly, Jimin slammed the car door shut and began to stroll towards the front door. He was on high alert, eyes scanning the parking lot, checking the reflection behind him in the glass windows of the shop. Still, not any sight of another person.

He took a shaky breath as he approached the front door. Every muscle in his body was tensed as he raised a hand to the glass and pulled.

Jimin yelped and jumped at the sudden sound of the welcome bell. Fuck – the thing had scared him half to fucking death, Jesus Christ—

Chuckling at himself, Jimin pushed down his anxiety and entered the shop. Nothing looked out of place, at least; maybe Namjoon had just run out to do some errands. Still, that didn’t explain the cars out front…

Before Jimin could even finish that thought, he felt an impossibly strong arm snake around his neck from behind.

He cried out in shock and pain as the arm tightened itself around his throat. Instincts kicking in, Jimin stamped on his attacker’s foot as hard as he possibly could and dug his nails into the muscular skin of the man’s bicep.

Shit—

Jimin gasped for breath and lurched forward as the attacker cried. He grabbed the nearest weapon he could find – a tire iron – and whipped around to face the man.

Shit. Two men. Two men.

What the fuck.

As hard as possible, Jimin swung the tire iron at the taller man on the right. It let out a satisfying whump as it impacted the man’s chest, probably at least cracking a rib.

“Fucking bitch!” the man howled as his friend made a move to tackle Jimin. Jimin was panicking by this point, so much so that he accidentally dropped the iron in an attempt to dodge. The man caught his ankle and dragged him down to the floor – god, shit, where was Namjoon? Where the fuck was Namjoon?

Jimin yelped as his head hit the hard tile floor, sending stars across his field of vision. The pain in his head was throbbing as the man began to try to pin him down. Jimin twisted around just in time to land a right hook straight into the guy’s jaw. Another punch, and kick to the groin – and Jimin was frantically crawling out from underneath the attacker.

Guy Two had recovered from the blow to his chest, and was coming straight for Jimin.

“Namjoon!” Jimin screamed as loud as he physically could, backing up desperately and trying to find some other kind of weapon.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you for that, kid,” the man growled as he stepped over his friend.

Jimin felt a pang of fear in his stomach. It was easy enough to handle one guy, but he wasn’t used to fighting two at a time. He had absolutely no idea what to do. Lunging for the man, Jimin dodged an incoming punch and landed a swift jab to the area of the man’s broken rib. The guy howled, doubling over so that Jimin could grab him by the hair. With all of his strength, Jimin lifted the guy’s head and smashed it down against his knee.

Blood splattered all over his pants and on the floor as the attacker’s nose completely shattered. He let out a guttural howl and stumbled backwards, falling to the ground.

Without warning, the other man shot up and clenched his fists around Jimin’s throat. Jimin could feel the life being squeezed out of him as he was shoved to the ground. The man climbed on top of Jimin, straddling him, pinning him down, hands clenching tighter.

Oh God, Jimin was gonna die. He was gonna die.

“You alright, Kyle?” The man on top of him asked.

“Fuck, the bitch broke my nose,” Kyle growled in response, slowly rising from the floor. “Oh, looks like Yeon finally fucking showed up.”

A third man entered Jimin’s blurry field of vision, towering over him in a dark mass.

“You sure this is the right kid?” the new man – Yeon – asked with trepidation.

“Yeah, it’s him alright.” The man on top of him answered. There was a thick pause, and Jimin clawed at the hands against his neck hysterically. He was gasping for any kind of air, his vision beginning to tunnel in.

“Fuck…. He’s pretty.”

Jimin’s blood ran cold and his heart dropped into his stomach.

“Don’t go there, Mike. You know the boss doesn’t want him as damaged cargo.”

“The boss doesn’t have to know,” Mike replied in a low voice, fingers tightening around Jimin’s throat. “Shit, just look at him, Yeon.”

Jimin tried to scream, tried to fight back, anything. The oxygen was leaving his brain at a terrifying rate. Utter silence filled the room.

“…Fine. Fuck him if you want.”

Jimin’s eyes shot open and he let out a pathetic squeak. He’d never been so fucking terrified in his life. He felt one hand release itself from his throat, and he hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled – fuck, fuck, shit,

With the last of the energy that he had, Jimin shot his hands up to Mike’s face, sinking his thumbs into the guy’s eye sockets.

The sound that came out of the man’s mouth was entirely unhuman.

It almost made Jimin vomit, the feeling of how squishy and bloody the eye sockets were. He felt one of the eyeballs pop out, hanging from Mike’s face, oh god, don’t throw up, don’t throw up.

Mike was screeching, falling to the floor, a strangled gargling noise coming from where the blood was beginning to pool in his mouth. Jimin faintly heard the other two men yelling in a panic, but everything was so blurry, he had lost so much oxygen to his brain.

Before he could even form another thought, Jimin felt a cloth being violent pressed over his mouth and noise. An overwhelming chemical stench permeated his nose, and everything was black.

Yoongi should have expected that this would happen sooner or later. Things had been far too quiet over the last couple of weeks. Bosang had been way too quiet.

Five dead bodies were scattered around the warehouse, each in their own little uniform pool of blood. Three of them were his dealers, two of them were his informants. He was supposed to have been meeting them here to discuss the last shipment from Tijuana. And now they were all fucking dead.

“Little overkill, don’t you think?” Yoongi deadpanned, his flat voice echoing through the warehouse. He faintly heard light footsteps to his left, and his eyes flickered towards the noise.

“That’s an interesting accusation, coming from you,” Bosang replied dully, stepping out from a shadow in the corner.

Well, Yoongi couldn’t really disagree with him on that one.

Chuckling darkly, Yoongi stated, “I take it that means you got the package I left you.”

Bosang continued ambling towards Yoongi, expensive dress shoes clicking lightly on the concrete floor. “You’d be correct.” He came to a stop in front of Yoongi, face stiff, suit cleanly pressed – everything about him screaming professionalism. “Can’t say I really enjoyed it, but it’s the thought that counts.”

A smirk crossed Yoongi’s features.

“Severed tongues? That’s old school, Yoongi. How did you do it? Did you track down every single one of my Crimson Dragons, one by one, and watch them scream while you sliced the tongues from their mouths?”

Yes, that’s actually exactly how Yoongi did it.

“A bit harsh, don’t you think?” Bosang asked, playful mocking lining his tone.

“Why are you here?” Yoongi interrupted, cutting to the chase without any more dumbass theatrics from Bosang.

The man didn’t respond, simply leaned forward and raised an eyebrow. After a moment, he responded quietly, “Why do you think I’m here, Yoongi?”

“To admire my perky ass.”

“You’re funny.”

Every single pore in Yoongi’s body was seething with hatred, just wanting this man to get the hell out of his face. “You got your damn drugs, Bosang. I told you to leave Jungkook out of this. Don’t make me start slicing off dicks instead of tongues.”

“You of all people should know that I don’t quit once I find someone that I want. You have no idea how much that kid would get me on the black market. Hell, even just renting him out to some locals. You’d be surprised how high the corruption goes, Min,” Bosang said flatly, leaning back away from Yoongi’s face.

Yoongi snarled, barely holding himself back from reaching his hands up and strangling the life out of the man.

“I’ll cut you a deal, Yoongi. I take the boy, and I pinky promise not to hurt any of your other buddies.”

“I don’t fucking make deals with serial rapists,” Yoongi hissed.

“Your loss,” Bosang replied. “You might be reconsidering that offer pretty soon.”

He couldn’t fucking take this anymore. Yoongi darted forward, his hands grasping Bosang’s collar and clenching tightly. “You come onto my fucking territory and make threats again my people? Do you know how easily I could end you? How easily I could bring your entire empire down? Three minutes, and I could make everything you know crumble,” he growled into Bosang’s ear. “But do you want to know why I don’t?”

Yoongi paused, heaving breaths.

“Because innocent people would fucking die. So many people would die. This entire fucking city would be in chaos. And I’m not you, Bosang. I don’t get off on other people’s pain. I value human life and I’m not about to let innocents die in the crossfire. But don’t think for one second that I’m afraid to murder you.”

He let go of Bosang’s collar, shoving the man backwards. For the first time in a very long time, Yoongi saw a jolt of shock cross Bosang’s features.

“It would be in your best interests to fuck off,” Yoongi threatened, his body quivering with rage.

He didn’t care anymore. Bosang was skirting along that line again, testing Yoongi, seeing how far he could go before the rope snapped.

The brief look of fear fell from Bosang’s face and left behind a self-satisfied smirk. “I’ll see you around, Yoongi,” he calmly stated, turning on his heel to stroll towards the exit. He was being entirely nonchalant, but Yoongi didn’t miss the unsteadiness in his tone.

Yoongi stood and watched, completely still, as Bosang paced away from him and finally out of his sight. He heard a car driving off in the distance, all screeching tires and thrumming engine. He stared long and hard at the exit of the warehouse, completely lost in thought. His eyes wandered from one bloody body to the next, taking in their features, observing the gunshot wounds in their heads.

With an uncharacteristic gentleness, Yoongi approached the nearest body and kneeled down. The woman’s name had been Boyoung – she was always bright, friendly, despite this hellhole of a city. Of his dealers, Boyoung had been one of the kindest.

With soft hands, Yoongi reached forward and shut her glassy eyes.

He pulled out his phone, called the number of another one of his trusted informants. “Get down to the warehouse on 40th. Bosang left bodies,” Yoongi spoke softly, his tone gentle. “Five of them. Tell the families that the funerals will be paid for.”

He hung up, sliding the phone back into his pocket and running a weary hand down his face. Shit like this was inevitable in such a dangerous job, in such a dangerous city. But Yoongi still fucking hated it. These had been good people, who died for no other reason than unfortunate timing in an unfortunate place.

Yoongi walked around the room, closing the eyes of the rest of the victims, taking silence stock of who had been lost.

He walked out of the warehouse simultaneously enraged and numb.

It was a long walk back to Yoongi’s apartment. In all honesty, his didn’t even want to go to his own apartment – he wanted to stay at Hoseok’s, Jin’s, he didn’t care. He just didn’t want to be alone right now. In all honesty, Yoongi felt weak for the first time in a long time. Some days, this lifestyle was easier to cope with than others. This was a bad day. This was a really bad day.

As if on cue, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. One look at the caller ID put a slight smile onto his face. It was almost like Hobi telepathically just knew when Yoongi needed him.

He tapped the pickup button and held the phone up to his ear. “Yeah?”

“Yoongi,” Hoseok panted, sounding stressed and tense. Immediately Yoongi’s hairs stood up on the back of his neck. Something had gone wrong.

“Hobi, what happened?”

“They attacked the house.”

Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks, blood running ice-cold.

“Jungkook and I are fine – the Exorcists came, Tae apparently hired them. Everyone is alive, but we’re all really shaken up. I took Jungkook to my apartment,” Hoseok spoke, sounding exhausted.

“Good, stay there,” Yoongi responded, his heart racing. “Where’s Jimin, was he with you guys?”

“No, he was out shopping when they started shooting at us. He’s not answering his phone, Yoongi.”

Yoongi cursed loudly and paced back and forth on the dark street, running a hand through his hair. “You’re telling me that you have no fucking idea where he is?”

“I’m sure he’s fine, Yoongi, his phone might have died. There’s no way they could have known where he was going,” Hoseok said, sounding more like he was trying to comfort himself than anything. “I have to take care of Jungkook, he’s got some minor injuries. Get some people searching for Jimin and tell me immediately if you find anything out.”

“I will,” Yoongi replied tiredly. This was the last fucking thing he needed right now. His gut curled in fear of what could have happened to Hobi and Jungkook, in fear of what happened to Jimin. “Look after him.”

Yoongi hung up, beginning to walk down he street again and scrolling through his contacts to find Jin’s number. His finger was hovering over the number to dial it, when a sudden jarring noise from the shop to his side caught him off guard. It was the window display of a television store – all of the display TV’s had abruptly turned on, displaying static and playing white noise. Yoongi was about to shake it off when suddenly, the screen changed to a sight hat make his stomach hit the floor.

Glaring down at him from seven different screens was a live video of Park Jimin, limp and bound to a chair, covered head to toe in bruises and blood.

#bts #bangtan #bts fic #jungkook #taehyung #jimin #namjoon #hoseok #yoongi #jin #bulletproof boys #bts au #bts gta #yall this wait was insane i just powered through writing the rest of this chapter

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⚤   pairing — reader + Jung Hoseok

✎ word count — 3,445

✦ genre — smut,

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, humiliation, name calling, masturbation, voyeurism (brief), alcohol use, rough sex, overstimulation, unsafe sex (always use condoms!!)

[requested] @pia-love-hobi Prompt Jung Hoseok with A 3 and E 9. Plz! A3 = First Time & E9 = Humiliation

[A/N] oof this was one hell of a couple of prompts to put together and for the exact perfect person, imo!! to the person who requested this, im so sorry this sat in my inbox for so long but i really hope it came out well and, maybe, possibly, was worth the wait. i quite enjoyed this, personally :’)

You were finally going to tell him how you felt. For the entirety of your friendship with Hoseok, your feelings had been...a lot more than friendly. Something about him was fun and easy going but there was something more that kept you from telling him the truth for so long. Something deep inside of him that felt darker and it intimidated you into silence.

After a late night out partying with mutual friends, you ended up crashing at his place and in a drunken stupor, you decide tonight was going to be the night you would confess to him. You spent most of the night watching the way his face flushed the more alcohol was consumed, the way a song would come on in the club and Hoseok would immediately start bopping and vibing along to the beat. He was the life of the party, as always. Everyone around him felt his magnetism, but he always made sure you were near by.

Part of the appeal was that, somehow, he treated you special. You were worried maybe other people felt like that, too. Maybe that’s just the way he was with everyone? By the end of the night, you were the one sitting next to him on the couch when he nodded off asleep around 4am, one of his hands reaching out and clasping your thigh absentmindedly.

If only things could be as easy as they were when he was laughing and drunk and overly affectionate. You watch out of the corner of your eye as he dozes off asleep and decide it’s probably for both of your best interests if you go sleep alone in his unoccupied bed, bringing out a spare blanket and tossing it over him before you mumble, “Night, Hoseokie.”

Hours later, you’re tossing and turning restlessly in his bed, thoughts of when you should have confessed your feelings to him haunting your sleep. You recall the way he had smiled at you when he slung his arm over your shoulders and told you to just crash at his place for the night. The short walk in the cold autumn air until you made it to his apartment. The late night Netflix binge while you filled up with savory snacks when everything was still hazy from alcohol and dancing all night.

Speaking of which. The scent of him was entirely too pleasant to slip fully into REM cycle. Instead, you teeter on the edge of sleeping lightly and being entirely awake, your face buried in his pillow, your hands fisting in his sheets and drawing the blankets up higher around your body. It was almost like one of those hugs when he drapes himself over you, only minus the weight of him, which was sorely missed.

You find yourself picturing his weight and the warmth of him which is all too easily fantasized with his scent surrounding you in the plush confines of his bed, and before you’re fully aware of what your doing, your hand moves under you, caught between the mattress and your body, your legs parting, hips shifting back to give you room and then forward, rubbing your core, hot and needy, against your seeking fingers.

Your clothes had reeked of the club you had been at all night and whatever alcoholic beverage your friend group had been downing all evening, so you had robotically stripped down to your bra and panties before you climbed into Hoseok’s bed. It was easy for your fingers to find your clit through your panties, your hips bucking and grinding down against your hand. Mind hazy from exhaustion and maybe two or three too many shots, you slip your fingers around the side of your underwear and finger yourself in earnest, keeping your thighs splayed wide while you stay on your belly.

A rhythmic squeak of his bed frame as you hump down into the friction of your fingers stirs Hoseok awake on the couch. His eyes don’t want to open, but then he hears a muffled sound, a groan of pain, he thinks, and accompanied with that all too familiar creak of his bed, he eventually puts two and two together and his eyes fly open in a heartbeat. Taking in his surroundings, he realized you draped a blanket over him and he smiles fondly as he stands and makes his way towards his room.

Face buried in the pillows, you muffle a groan that sounds way too close to Hoseok’s name just as he rounds the corner and that’s when he sees you, fully submerged under his blankets, your ass lifting and grinding down hard, thighs trembling.

He freezes in the door frame, not sure what he expected to find but definitely not this. For half a second he thinks that he’s invading your privacy and he feels awful for lingering, but he can’t stop staring. He knows he should go but his body doesn’t move. Save for his cock stirring to life behind the zipper of his jeans. Hoseok can’t stop himself from calling out to you.

“Do you always do this when you sleep over?”

The fear that spikes into your chest spreads cold through your veins when you hear him, gasping in surprise, stilling entirely. You wish you could melt through his mattress and disappear forever but Hoseok is coming closer, expecting you to respond, but you have no idea what you could possibly say to redeem yourself.

He’s caught you masturbating and there’s no way out of it. No excuses to give. What were you supposed to do? Mind reeling with thoughts of how you could maybe, flee his apartment entirely, you can see in your peripheral that Hoseok is coming closer.

“Are you going to answer me?” He asks you after the tensest few moments of silence that you’ve ever suffered through. He’s standing right at the edge of the bed, now. You lower your eyes in shame, hiding your face in his pillow. You want to cry, you feel tears stinging your eyes and your throat is constricting but you’re barely breathing, unwilling to move a muscle.

“You’re such a stupid girl.” Hoseok sighs heavily. You’re so surprised by his statement that you peek out from your safe haven wrapped up in his blanket and buried into his pillow. Through the mess of your hair in your eyes, you can make out his waist, and you’re surprised to find him shirtless. He certainly wasn’t when you covered him up on the couch earlier in the night.

Your face burns with shame as you peek past your hair to get a better view of his tensed lower stomach. It’s while you’re eyeing up his abs that you finally realize he’s throbbing in his jeans, growing harder in the silence as you stare ashamedly over at him.

“Why would you play with yourself in my bed when I’m right here?” He asks you, and before you can even think about answering, he asks, completely exasperated, “Why wouldn’t you just let me fuck you, if you’re this needy? Don’t you know anything?”

You turn your face back fully into his pillow, the tears burning your eyes spilling out and wetting the pillowcase under you, mumbling under your breath, “Mhff shry..”

“What was that?” He asks, and before you can speak up, he whips the blanket off of you, baring your exposed back half to the chilled air in his bedroom. You twitch and every muscle in your body freezes still as he barks a command at you, “Speak up!”

“I’m sorry!” You blurt out, “Fuck, I’m sorry, Hoseokie, ok, p-please..”

“That’s right,” His voice drops an octave lower, huskier now he tells you, “Say ‘please fuck me, Hoseokie’.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and despite the shame burning your face you feel the tightening of desire in your lower belly, and you’re acutely aware of the stickiness coating your panties growing colder since he removed the blanket.

“Tell me.” Hoseok says, and you hear his voice just barely masking the sound of his belt buckle and the drag of his zipper down the front of his jeans, “I know. I’ve been waiting to see what would come of it. I didn’t expect this.” He chuckles, “You didn’t have to do it this way...unless this is what you wanted?”

No, definitely not. If you had been able to go about this the way you wanted, you would’ve been brave enough much earlier in the night to tell Hoseok that you wanted him. Or, hell, months ago you would’ve brought it to his attention, or better yet he would have said something to you all on his own accord. But no. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

“Maybe you like being caught, is that it?” Hoseok continues, and you hear his jeans hit the floor and feel the bed dip as he climbs over your back. He straddles the back of your thighs, so his erection tucks heavily under the backside of your ass when he leans forward over you, his hands sweeping your mess of hair out of his way, his mouth at your ear, “Does it turn you on to know you’re doing something bad? That you could get caught? Are you this much of a slut, that you wanted me to find you in my bed like this and fuck you before I even have to ask you out on a date?”

You turn your face to meet his eyes for the first time since he found you, looking back over your shoulder while he leans down and wordlessly, you let him kiss your mouth. It’s a tender meeting of the lips, brief before he groans and dips in further with his tongue, pressing up hard against your back, his cock settling into the crack of your ass cheeks and throbbing heavily against you. He grunts softly, teeth biting at your bottom lip.

“Tell me,” He whispers to you. “Say it.”

You swallow past a lump in your throat, eyes on his, his lids shut softly as he presses you more firmly into the mattress, “Please fuck me, Hoseokie.”

He sits back with a satisfied hum, pleased that you’re compliant enough in this moment to give your consent. He’s waited a long time to hear those words from you, patiently enjoying your friendship and doing everything he can to make you feel comfortable enough with him. Countless sleepovers were inevitably going to lead to this, at least he hoped so, but he had no idea it would come to this and clearly, you didn’t either. But as long as you wanted it as badly as him, he wasn’t going to deny either of you any longer.

His hands smooth down your bare back, gripping your waist, his fingers toy with the waistband of your panties, stuffing his erection up against the softness of your ass, feeling you shiver under him.

“That’s all you had to do, baby..” He murmurs, yanking down the back of your panties so the band sits where your ass meets the back of your thighs, pushing your bare cheeks up invitingly, his hands kneading the mounds of flesh eagerly. “All you had to do was say something and I would’ve been yours all along, you know that right?”

You swallow, head spinning with sensation. His dick grinding into the back of your leg now, hot and heavy, your pussy throbbing with need, his fingers digging into the muscles of your buttocks feels so nice, relieving tension you didn’t even know you’d been carrying. All the while the words on his lips make you blush deeply with the slightest bit of regret. Was it really that easy all this time? He’s clearly excited by the prospect alone, evident by the way his bare cock is leaking onto your heated, flushed skin.

“Now look at you...hiding in my bed in the middle of the night, touching yourself, moaning my name like such a dirty little slut. What were you thinking about?”

Shame grips your throat tightly and you’re unable to form audible sounds at all, let alone a coherent sentence. In truth, you hadn’t been thinking anything specific. Just about him. His weight on you, his warmth, his touch, his scent...you had been consumed by want and desire and foolishly let yourself get carried away.

“Tell me, baby.” Hoseok encourages you, shifting down your body, kissing a wet path down the middle of your spine, his teeth nipping in sharply when he reaches the swell of your ass. “What was making you so needy?”

You can’t answer because he bites at you again, making you gasp and twitch, and though it’s a simple response, you’re unable to formulate it with his mouth and his teeth lavishing your cheeks with kisses and bites. All you can do is twitch and jerk under him, squeaking and gasping into his pillow.

Hoseok humors you, since you’re so responsive to him already, spreading your cheeks open wide to get a good look, groaning when he sees your sex glistening and swollen deep between your thighs. He presses on your lower back, arching you, exposing your sex more, tongue diving in. He buries his mouth against your flesh, tongue probing easily at the source of your wetness. He tastes you briefly, a tease for both of you before he groans and latches onto your cheek, biting an angry hickey into your sensitive skin, slapping your opposite cheek when you squirm too hard under him and make him unlatch from your skin.

“Fuck, you love this, don’t you?” Hoseok pants, admiring the hickey on your left cheek, his fingers spreading you open so he can see your puckered hole and your drooling pussy. “You’re so fucking wet.”

His tongue is on you again, lapping at your drenched entrance like a man starved. You moan, and he slaps at your bitten ass, reminding you in a clipped, tight tone, “I asked you what made you this needy. You gonna answer me?”

“Unnf, you did.” You tell him, lifting your face so he can hear you clearly, not wanting to muffle your words with the pillow. “I want you so bad, Hoseokie, please...”

“You’re so fucking wet already.” He groans, sliding two fingers easily into your cunt. “You could take my cock right now, couldn’t you? Do you want it?”

“Yes!” You whimper, hips lifting back so he can reach deeper inside of you. “F-fucking, just fuck me!”

There’s a moment of adjustment, brief as he hurries to readjust his position and then you feel him, hot and hard, nudging your cheeks apart to reach your cunt from the back. You’re still flat on your stomach, legs under him as he slips his cock inside with a low grunt.

“God, your dirty pussy swallowed me right up, baby.” He mumbles, “You fucking love this, don’t you?” He chuckles, his hips working against you now, snapping and shooting you up the bed into the headboard. Your hands fly out to stop you from banging your head. Hoseok’s hands press down on the middle of your shoulder blades, keeping your face pressed tight into the pillows to muffle the strangled moans you’re emitting.

“So wet.” He grunts, “Squeezing my dick so tight...fuck, your pussy’s drooling all over me, you fucking slut.”

Your face is burning with shame, breath coming out in short, pained gasps as he hits your g-spot over and over again in this position, the wet suction sound as your cunt clamps down around him and Hoseok fucks into you relentlessly echoing around the room. His hand moves to your lower back, pressing firmly, then he grasps your cheeks, molding you against him, arching your ass up into the air so he can fuck into you even deeper. You find yourself begging him, stuttered, strangled pleas muffled into the pillow as you sob, bucking back hard into him.

“Please! Augh, oh god, oh god, please! Ple-!”

Hoseok slips out of you and flips you over onto your back before you can take in a lung full of air and then his tongue in on your swollen, well fucked folds. He licks you deep and slow, a sharp contrast from the harsh way he had fucked you. He’s tonguing at your pussy with the utmost care, moaning as he suckles at your sensitive bundle of nerves, slurping down the taste that flows from your clenching hole.

He doesn’t stop until your thighs are shaking. When your body stiffens and legs tremble, he rockets back up into position over you and enters you again with one slick thrust. Your fingers dig into his biceps, legs falling open, feet dangling helplessly as your mouth falls open in a silent cry, finally locking eyes with him for the first time since he entered you.

“Cum for me.” Hoseok tells you, but it’s not as much a command as a coaxing, desperate statement of need. You do as he wants, creaming and crying out as he fucks you over the edge.

He stops briefly right after to drag you by the thighs higher into his lap, splaying you wide open, feet resting on his pecs with your knees kicked wide open. His fingers find your clit easily and he rubs insistently, cock still buried in you but not moving an inch.

You twitch and squirm against his touch but Hoseok doesn’t stop. He stares into your eyes, fingers hurried and practiced as he rubs insistent circles around your clit. He has you coming again just moments later, a silent scream etched on your features as you thrash under him, feet pushing him away, back arching up off of the mattress.

Hoseok draws it out for what feels like forever. He’s still circling your clit with slower motions as you begin to come down, your body shivering as tears welling in your eyes from the overstimulation. He bends over you, breath fanning across your cheek, and kisses you sweetly on the forehead as he starts to fuck you slowly once more.

“You wanted this so bad, didn’t you?” His voice is as softer now as his touch, featherlight and tender as he murmurs down do you, his hips moving in a circular motion, keeping you teetering on the edge of insanity. “You’re soaking me with your cum. I can feel you throbbing...does it ache? Hm?” He sways his hips upward in a sharp stroke that hits deep, and you gasp, “Can you feel me in your belly? Do you want more?”

You nod wordlessly, keening and moaning in response, humming and simpering. Hoseok strokes your hair out of your face as you thrash still under him, leaning down and kissing you sweetly.

“I’ve always loved you. Didn’t you know that? I tried to show you how special you are to me. Maybe I should try a little harder..” He muses, smiling gently before planting another sweet kiss to your lips. He cradles you to his chest, leaning over you entirely down, face buried in your hair.

It’s a welcome and appreciated gesture after how this whole thing started, and you cling onto him desperately as he slowly and gently builds up his pace. You murmur against his sweat slicked skin that you you love him, too.

You tell him, “I should have said something sooner...I shouldn’t have-”

“Ssh,” Hoseok urges you, “Come here.” He guides you until you’ve changed positions again, this time laying under you while he pulls you over his lap, guiding his cock right back inside. He tugs you over him, controlling the pace from under you as he bucks up gently into your well-used cunt.

“I’m glad it happened like this. We can skip the bullshit and just...enjoy each other.” He smiles, sweeping a kiss across your lips as he cradles your face in his hands. “Can you handle a little more?”

“I-I think so..” You bite your lip down at him.

The bed is protesting noisily as he fucks you from his position on his back, feet planted firmly into the mattress. He toys with your breasts and keeps you down, pressed tight against him so he can smother himself in the swell of your cleavage, mouthing across each nipple and moaning with your tits in his mouth.

Like this, he gets himself off, and though it feels amazing, you’re entirely spent and absolutely sure that if he waited hours, days even, there was no way you could possibly cum again. You tell him as much as he cleans you up, and Hoseok, head already between your thighs, glances back up at you with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Oh, really?”

#lmao lmao i was struggling so long with how to end this and THIS is what i got hahaha i suck #hoseok smut #jhope smut #bts smut #j-hope smut #mine